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    Height:164 cm - 168 cm (5'5" - 5'6")
    Weight:51 Kg - 55 Kg (111 lbs - 120 lbs)
    Birthday:April 06, 1994
    Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
    Dating:Single
    Living Situation:Living with parents/relatives
    Location:Alberta, Canada
    Join Date:04:21pm | May 09, '08
    Profile Updated:11:54am | Dec 15, '09
    Last Active:09:31pm | May 18, '09

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    BALLIN' NIGGAS

    Evan.






    Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
    One nigga front, my face on the front page
    Only if I had one gun, one girl, and one crib
    One God to show me how to do things his son did
    Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with
    151, one sip'll make a nigga flip
    Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit
    Mad violence, who I'm gon' body, this hood politics
    Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages
    Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
    Police watch us roll up and try knockin us
    One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
    But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
    Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
    Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in
    Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit!
    This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it
    'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown
    Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
    Sent from the star sun and the moon
    In this life of police chases, street sweepers, and coppers
    Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors
    If you really think you ready to die, WITH nines out
    This is what Nas is bout, nigga the time is now




    If i could start from scratch i woludn't change shit
    Same red bandana same 45th
    Same g wagon same hoodrat bitch
    Workers in the kitchen cookin up my shit
    Same telephone booth same connect
    That mean the same hollow tips breakin up in my chest
    Same bloody t-shirt same address
    Same dog food album bangin in my tape deck
    Homie if i could make 94 today
    I'd tell easy and dre to bring back N.W.A.
    I would have told Pac not to stomp Orlando
    Told puffy and B.I.G about the Rampart scandal
    I got too many dead homies
    Fuck a rap career
    I'd give anything in the world to bring back my Person tez
    Seem like we was jus' in magic city yesterday
    If i could bring back my homeboy charles he would say...






    Guess who's back in my motherfuckin house
    Half black, half white chick, I call her Minnie Mouse
    .. We always hook up when we out
    We do what we like to do and then we out
    But lately I've been havin the strangest feelings
    Your boy Young Hov' catchin feelings
    and it's messin up my dealings cause mami's not willin
    to leave her boyfriend, she call me her toy-friend
    Said, "We was just 'sposed to hook up and have a glass"
    She called me her emergency dick-in-the-glass
    Hehehe.. I had to laugh for a second
    Had to check myself, get my mackin back in perspective
    I slack for a second but I'm back, no question
    Like I walk with a cane, ain't no half-steppin!
    ... Jeah, and on that note
    Iceberg Slim is back to rock a boat, c'mon!