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Music:

REAL RECOGNIZE REAL KEEP IT 100% DONT MAKE ME SMACK THE FIRE OUT UR FUCKINASS!!! I GOT DA WORLD CAUGHT UP IN MY ZONE. MAINTAIN DA WARRIORS CODE! BORICUA GUERRERO DONT B SCARED BITCHES!! DA WORLD IS MINE!!! READ B TWEEN THE LINES. 360/100/24/7/1. P.S DONT GET IT TWISTED !@#$$%%*&^ GAMES ON POINT CHECK DUECE IT UP! H@LL@ 1 CAPO STATUS EAST SIDE RIDERS PURPLECITY HARDBODY BODYHARD 187. EASTSIDE GET MONEY! STR8 UP & DOWN ITS LIKE THAT!!

Movies:

*WORDS PAINT PICTURES AND PICTURES PAINT WORDS* REAL TALK ALWAYS KEEPIN IT 100% LUV IT

Heroes:

WHEN MY HEART CANT BEAT NOMORE/ I HOPE I DIE FOR A PRINCIPAL OR BELIEF THAT I HAVE LIVED FOR/ I WLL DIE BEFORE MY TIME B CUZ I FEEL THE SHADOWS DEPTH/ SO MUCH I WANTED TO ACCOMPLISH BEROFRE I REACH MY DEATH/ I HAVE TWO GRIPS WITH THE POSSIBLITY/ AND AS I WIPE THE LAST TEAR FROM MY EYES/ I LOVED ALL WHO WERE POSITIVE IN THE INVENT OF MY DEMISE *THIS IS FRESH* FEAR NO MAN HOLD DA SWORD LIKE CONAN STR8 SAVAGE Live long, get your party on Don't let the liquor fool you, cause I'll stick it to you Somethin sharp to the heart, or somethin big to move you The Desert or the shottie, whateva you the body that chose to be the dumb nigga at the party Too much Bacardi started speakin dumb Then you tried to snuff Joe - must have been Puerto Rican rum That's the hardcore, two years a sophomore Takes years to earn a pair of Terror Squad balls So get lost or take one, bones I break them Pigs are bacon, so get fried if they come You see that? I'm like G. Rap, 'Pac, Master P all balled up with a twist of Marc Anthony Recognize me I'm the one that's cockin the auto I don't wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front do' I'm living everyday like a hustle Another drug to juggle, another day another struggleI know how it feels to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like you's the user Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser But they don't know about the stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray So you can reminisce and wish You wasn't living so devilish R.I.P