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Height:179 cm - 183 cm (5'11" - 6')
Weight:78 Kg - 82 Kg (171 lbs - 180 lbs)
Birthday:December 16, 1991
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Living Situation:Living alone
Location:Okanagan, British Columbia, Canada
Last Active:06:50pm | Jul 25, '11

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FUBBA U CUBBA CUBBA.

You Just got hacked
by the most amazing person
on earth!!
guess whoo bitch! =)


;;Dizzle;;
.::Kickin' It Solo::.

DEON
you just got hacked.
guess who it is. lol




Likes
sleddin' & booze & partying
dirtbiking & music & snowboarding & weeds.

Hates
bein' broke & hangovers & winter
edge & drama. & haterz. & abadigadigadiga.




+I Wanna Turn Up The Sound, && Spread My Wings Because I'm Riding With My Angel.
Going Through The City Of The Chi, Make Me Feel Like I'm In The City Of Angels.
Oooh, I Wanna Fly, Fly Away With My Angel.
She Takes Me High, She Will Always Be My Angel.+





Shut Up Slut.
Chew Up This Mushroom.


I'M THROWED


B y M y S i d e



Been On My Grizzy... But Now I'm Back In the Place.
And If You Show Me The Money I Put This Brick In Ya Face.
And If You Ain't Got My Money I Put This Strap In Ya Face.
And you Believin these Niggas... That's Like A Slap In The Face.
Welcome Back...



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Big Dreams;;



Picture me rollin' in that BM dub.
Headed to the club.
Fresh out the Tyson fight.
Beamer all rimmed up.
Shinin' with the big homie five car caravan.
Ridin' shotgun put that chronic smoke in the air.
Me against the world is what I told my foes.
So it's me against the world 'til I poke them hoe's.
Leanin' out the window.
Flickin' ashes off the indo.
Throwin' up westside I see one of my kinfolk.
Put that blunt closer to my mouth 'cause only she knows.
I'm feelin' bad about that nigga we stomped out in the casino.
But fuck it it's deathrow.
The big homie never told me that my next blow would be my fuckin' death blow.
Tell kadada I'm not ready I ain't even let my momma know.
I ain't got no kids I'm only 24.
Before I could let the smoke out niggas let 20 go.
The 13 that hit the car went through the passenger door.

FLY AS THE SKY.



I love it when they call me big poppa.
I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa.
Look I gots ta catch the first thing smokin' the Cali.
&& hit one of my bitches in the valley.
Gotta call my nigga sean.
Tell him reserve the don.
Tell him to get the chron & the teflon.
I think they trippin' off the homie gettin' shot.
But god bless his soul lord knows it wasn't pop or the mafia.
Kim tell cease get the fuckin' truck.
We 'bout to hit the Wolersheim district get fucked up.
Pop bad bottles son twist up the phillies.
I'm thinkin bout Tiana these niggas is lookin' silly.
If this was Brooklyn I would ump the 9 milli.
But fuck it we to the truck roll a dutch we outta phillies.
Hop in the front seat of that dark green suburban.
Heard another car swerven.
Gun shots closed my curtains.





Tomorrow? Don't You Worry 'Bout Tomorrow;; That Shit Never Come.


Fuck school, nigga, I'm a be a dope dealer.
I'm a be a killer, yup a urban guerrilla.
I'm a stack strilla, yeah, buy me a villa.
Sell a five-oh to my auntie Pricilla.
I don't give a fuck that she look like thrilla.
Hit that shit, one more time and fuck around and kill her.
Cause I got the heart of a pitch burgs killa.
Black nigga, draped in gold with a nine milla.
I don't give a fuck, how my life go.
Now I'm a slave man to this cave man, without Geico.
Everybody wanna a car, Michael a psycho.
But he ain't never came through the hood with a rifle.
Gunnin' niggas down cause they don't got the right clothes.
Hit the wrong person cause we shoot just like hoes.
First I was blood thirsty, Mr. Mr. Controversy.
Now I wanna beg for mercy, shoulda took my ass to first.





I came so far from the bottom couldn't even see the top.
Just as soon as a fill the trap I'm rippin' up every block.
I'm a good god fearin' man with a criminal mind state.
Ain't nobody gave a shit and that's why we grind weight.
My grandma off in the church while I'm in the refrigerater.
in search of the bakin' soda right next to the mashed potatoe's.
Prayin' for better days, im prayin' they take this water reaslist & stun & ship.
Put that day on my mother's daughter.


Fuck The World; If They Can't Understand.



Fuck school, nigga, they ain't tryin to educate me.
All they give a fuck is what I memorize lately.
I'm a gonna hafta teach myself.
Clock that money, get that wealth.
I wanna be like Santa Claus.
I don't wanna be no fucking elf.
No kid left behind, buddy get the run around.
Can't you motherfuckers see that they tryin' to gun us down.
Don't trust the government, president, is for sale.
He don't give a fuck about a nigga, just a oil well.
Sell crack, go to jail, bust a rap, go to hell.
Do I got to sell my soul, if I wanna go to Yale.
Go kiss Oprah's ass, if you wanna be Gail.
I rather have my ass kissed, up in Bloomingdale.
You can go, be a pimp, you can go, be a hoe.
But you only gonna get paid off, what you know.
If you don't know shit, then you can't work for me.
Cause you read your first book, in a penitentiary.





I spent my day so.
First I pray yo, then I lay low, looking for the halo.
Or more yayo, my lil' angel, reminded me to stay playful.
Faitful walks I take in the woods.
Thinkin' what's good, things that I can change I should.
Things I can't, need to be understood.
Th-this is the bliss, I used to drift from the hood.
For a second at least, I'm ressurectin the peace.
Pipes the Indians used to like, we called it chief, right?
Stepping on the leafs right, to reach heights.
Th-th-th-that I never seen, it's so so evergreen.
Some use it for medicine, or to write better things.
I was in amsterdam, man, bike pedaling.
To the nature spot, to taste the flavors they got.
My eyes drop, I like it alot...




Breakin' Old Habbits.
Middle Fingers Up.
Fuck The Police.
Light Up My Tree's.
&& I Just Breathe.
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You Got Me.
No need to wonder why.
Don't have to question.
So clear your worried mind.

Now I don't wanna lose you,
But I'm tryin' do, what I gotta do to.
I know the style of my life might confuse you.
And I don't blame you one bit.
I don't even say nothin' when you tripp.
But I thought I told you?
You can put it on my shoulder's, I can hold you.
And I don't care who all believes me, I'm a show you.
Momma it's been a long time.
My leadin', bangin boys about to shine,
All up on my grind.
Gotta get this money what door, just a little crack.
I'm gonna kick it in and make some noise, baby I'll be back.
Gotta keep you movin' ma,
That's how we do it ma,
We chasin' dreams and makin wishes,
I'm your shootin' star.
Now I don't really want to leave you right now,
And I don't even really wanna go.
And I don't even wanna see you cry now,
Baby you should, already know.
Sooo.
No need for second guess, yes, I know I'm running late.
But I'll be right there in
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