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Георгий Костюков
name:
Георгий Костюков
Вуз:
ПетрГУ
Факультет:
Лесоинженерный
Георгий Костюков
ICQ:
597885118
День рождения:
1993-09-25
name:
Георгий Костюков
Автошкола:
Туринск
Бар:
зхзщ, Астана, Даргомыжского ул., 25
Бильярд:
порн студиос, Pödinger Ort
Боулинг:
У Ровшана, Жовид, Жопенск, 21
Братья, сестры:
Надюфка Жернакова, Кирилл Костюков, Александр Костюков, Анастасия Чернышева, Василий Нифонтов
Веб-сайт:
http://vkontakte.ru/paveldurovpidor
Войсковая часть:
Откосил!, Казахстан, в 1994 г.
Вуз:
УрГУПС '15
Город:
Туринск
Гостиница:
распространитель кокса, Guantánamo, Зелёных Козаков))), 2117/734K1 8A
Дача:
хреновенькая, Москва, Академика Туполева наб., 14 , Выхино-Жулебино р-н, ст. м. Александровский сад
Деятельность:
[Snoop] Up out of there [Tupac] (chuckles) Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party [Snoop] Pump that up G [Tupac] Ahh shit, you done f**ked up now -- Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherf**kin place at the same Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party motherf**kin time, hahahahah Y'all niggaz about to feel this Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Break out the champagne glasses and the motherf**kin condoms Have one on us aight?? Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party [Verse One: 2Pac, Snoop] Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my f**kin homey Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, 'cause they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit So now they got us laced Two multimillionare motherf**kers catchin cases (mmm) Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm "Losin My Religion", I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream is to own a fly casino like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherf**ker Now follow as we riiiiide Motherf**k the rest, two of the best from the West side And I can make you famous Niggaz been dyin for years, so how could they blame us I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin these, motherf**kin G's If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted [Chorus:] Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party [Tupac] Nuthin but a gangsta party... Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a motherf**kin gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a motherf**kin gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party [Verse Two: 2Pac, Snoop] Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief Better be prepared when you cowards f**k wit me I bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what?? There ain't no mercy motherf**kers who can fade the Thugs (hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear Bow down in the presence of a boss player It's like 'cause, blood, gangbangin Everybody in the party doin dope slangin You got to have papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl Ya doing ya job, every day And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids They tell me not to roll with my glock So now I gotta throw away Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day They wonder how I live, with five shots Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block Schemes for currency and doe related Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, I'm tryin to get up on it My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted [Chorus (w/ variations to end)]
Дом отдыха:
Шоу-балет RESPECT, Киев, 40-летия Октября просп., 96, Голосеевский р-н, ст. м. Арсенальная
Дом. телефон:
8=======D
Дом:
Туринск
Интересы:
[2Pac] A smokin ass nigga robbed me blind I got a tech nine now his smokin ass is mine I guess I felt sorry for the bastard, he was broke I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close He caught me on the sneak tip, now the punk's in deep shit Catch him on the streets, I'ma bring him to his feet, quick Pass the clip, I think I see him comin now Fuck the bullshit, posse deep and let's run him down Gots to be the first one to hit ya when we meet Comin quickly up the streets, is the punk ass police The first one jumped out and said, "Freeze!" I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please.. Cause cops should mind they business, when we rush Now you're pleadin like a bitch, cause you don't know how to.. hush.. Now back to the smoker that robbed me I tell you like Latifah, motherfucker give me.. body.. One to the chest, another to his fuckin dome Now the shit can rest, yo tell him to leave me the fuck alone Two very bloody bodies on the streets A nosey ass cop and a nigga that robbed from me Run from your backup punk, how you figure? My finger's on the trigger for you crooked ass niggaz [Pac] Crooked ass niggaz [Eazy] Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour [Cube] Suddenly I see.. [Eazy] Cri-cri-criminal [Stretch] Now listen to the mack of the crooked nigga trade With the fine criminal mind, cold rips like a blade It's already quick steppin to the niggaz with the props and any motherfucker with the flim-flam drops to the knot Ten o'clock, is a motherfuckin gank move Stretch is Uptown, clockin weight the shit is real smooth A nigga's tryin to play me like he know me but he don't Sittin on ten keys, I'ma get him, think I won't? My nigga 2Pac, got the fuckin Glock cocked, and he's ready When the kid, didn't even bring the weight bag, instead he welcomed us, into his apartment Oh this even better, two to the head, he's dead a clean get-a-WAY! Niggaz got PAID! And yet another sleepin ass nigga got slayed, word up By a crooked motherfucker named Stretch And the T-U-P-A-C, the police can't catch.. [Pac] The crooked ass niggaz [Eazy] Criminal behaviour.. [Pac] Yeah.. ya don't stop! Crooked ass niggaz [Eazy] Criminal.. criminal behaviour [Cube] Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like [2Pac] Now I could be a crooked nigga too When I'm rollin with my crew, watch what crooked niggaz, do! I got a nine millimeter Glock pistol I'm ready to get witcha at the drop, of a whistle So make your move, and act like you wanna flip I fire thirteen shots, and pop another clip I bring luck, my Glock's like a fuckin mop The more I shot, the more motherfuckers dropped And even cops got shot when they rolled up Best to bring a knot, or get popped, I'm a soldier I ain't the type to fetch ya, ask Stretch, he's my witness Smoke til I'm blitzed, fuck a motherfuckin piss test I'm trigger happy, try to 'tack me and I'll drop you quick Long as I got a clip I got some shit to hit em with The nigga killer I get iller when the shit gets thick My brain flips, I start thinkin like a lunatic I rip shit, came equipped with a bigger crew I thought these niggaz knew, I'm a crooked nigga too [Eazy] Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour [2Pac] Crooked [2Pac] Crooked ass niggaz come in all shapes and sizes They wear disguises, backstabbin's what they specialize in They'll try to getcha, they'll sweatcha to get in the picture And then they hitcha, son of a bitch! Now he's richer Crooked ass nigga.. [Eazy] Criminal behaviour.. criminal.. criminal behaviour [Cube] Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like [Eazy] Criminal behaviour Criminal, criminal, crim Crim-criminal behaviour Criminal behaviour, criminal behaviour.. *machine gun fires* "Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" -> Ice Cube *machine gun fires* "Suddenly I see, some
Интернет-кафе:
пункт приема стеклотары, Минск, Харьковская ул., 78/4/18, Заводской р-н, ст. м. Академия наук
Кафе:
У Ашота, Санкт-Петербург, Рабочий пер., 1
Кафедра:
Электрической тяги
Кинотеатр:
Храм алаха, Иерусалим, Великого мученика Садама Хусейна, 666/45
Клуб по интересам:
Туринск
Клуб:
San Francisco, Какаиновая роща, 33
Компьютерный клуб:
Лови бомбу, Батуми, Ленина, 22
Концертный зал:
Туринск
Кружок:
Туринск
Курсы:
Туринск
Летний лагерь:
Гаджубас КОмпани, Kingston, , 777
Любимая музыка:
cut it up loud (2pac laughs) hey man you a little sucka for love rob word up verse 1 i should have seen you was trouble right from the start taught me so many lessons i'm not to mess with broken hearts so many questions when this began we was the perfect match perhaps we had some problems but we working at it now the arguements are getting loud i wanna stay but i can't help from walking out it's the little way just take my hand and understand if you could see i never planned to be your man it just wasn't me but now i'm searching for commitment in other arms i wanna shelter you from harm don't be alarmed your attitude was the cause you got me stressing soon as i open up the door with your jealous question like quick can i be your killing me with your jealousy and my ambition to be free i can't breath cause soon as i leave it's like i'm trapped i hear you calling me to come back i'm a sucker for love. chorus what you gon do do for love you tried everything but you don't get love (2x) verse 2 just when i thought i broke away and i'm feeling happy you tried to trap me said you pregnant and guess who the daddy don't wanna fall for it but in this case what could i do so now i'm back to making promises to you trying to keep it true what if i'm wrong a trip to keep me holding on trying to be strong in the process keep it going about to loose my composure i'm getting close to packing up and leaving notes and getting ghost tell me who knows a peaceful place where i can go to clear my head i'm feeling low losing control my heart is saying leave i wanna tangle where we weave when we could spot into concieving now you getting calls at the house guess you cheating that's all i need to hear cause i'm leaving i'm out the door never no more will you see me this is the end cause now i know you've been cheating i'm a sucker for love chorus verse 3 now he left in scars, tears on your pillow when you still stayed as you sit and pray hoping the beatings a go away it wasn't always a hit and run relationship it use to be love, happiness and companionship remember when i treated you good i moved up to the hills out the ills of the ghetto hood me and u were happy home when it was on i had a love to call my own i should have seen you was trouble but i was lost trap in your eyes pre-occupied in getting tossed no need to lie you had a man and i knew it you told me don't worry about it we could do it now i'm under pressure make a decision cause i'm waiting when i'm all alone i'm the phone having secret conversations uh i wanna take your mysery replace it with happiness but i need your faith in me i'm a sucker for love chorus(5x)
Любимые игры:
A coward dies a thousand deaths A soldier dies but once Verse One: They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherf**kers 'fore they get you Picturin pitiful punk ni**az coppin pleas Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's My enemies scatter in suicidal situations Never to witness the wicked s**t that they was facin Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches bi**hes is bad-mouth, cause ballin motherf**kers is bold But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock ni**az is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight Chorus: If I die tonight (repeat 3X) "Tonight's the night I get in some s**t" - Dr. Dre Verse Two: Polishin pistols prepare for battle pa*s the punk When I get to poppin ni**az is droppin then they done Callin the coroner come collect the f**kin corpse He got it by killin we got the power bein boss Revenge is the method we're never steppin keep a weapon close Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes Jealous ni**az and broke bi**hes equal packed jails Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales Picture perfection pursuin paper with a pa*sion Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force In my brain all I can think about is fame The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed I'm seein silly teary photos of my peers Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight Chorus Verse Three: Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherf**kers 'fore they get you Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug ni**az A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa Overdose of a d**k, while drinkin liquor when I lay her Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear? Don't shed a tear for me ni**a I ain't happy hear I hope they bury me and send me to my rest Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath Take a look picture a crook on his last stand Motherf**kers don't understand, if I die tonight Chorus
Любимые книги:
Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne Verse One: Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots I give a holler to my sisters on welfare Tupac cares, and don't nobody else care And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot When you come around the block brothas clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em You know it makes me unhappy (what's that) When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't we'll have a race of babies That will hate the ladies, that make the babies And since a man can't make one He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one So will the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up Chorus Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier ooooo child things are gonna get brighter (2x) Verse Two: Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough And though we had it rough, we always had enough I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two And I realize momma really paid the price She nearly gave her life, to raise me right And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind Last night my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity It seems tha rain'll never let up I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up You know it's funny when it rains it pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is it ain't no hope for tha future And then they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup And even though you're fed up Huh, ya got to keep your head up Chorus Verse Three: And uhh To all the ladies havin babies on they own I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo' You can't complain you was dealt this hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless Because there's too many things for you to deal with Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless While tears, is rollin down your cheeks Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me I was given this world I didn't make it And now my son's getten older and older and cold From havin the world on his shoulders While the rich kids is drivin Benz I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but please... you got to keep your head up
Любимые телешоу:
[2Pac] I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug Fiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was Picture a nigga on the verge of livin insane I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang Now tell if I'm wrong but sayin "F**k the world" got you deeper in my songs Drinkin 'til I earl, spendin money 'til it's gone It's the good life - maybe niggaz got it goin on Now maybe if I died, and came back, wouldn't have to slang crack Addicted to the game, so obviously we came strapped Please forgive me for my wicked ways, f**k a bitch Bad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin this Lord have mercy it's a slaughter So wicked that my tracks is wettin niggaz like it's water I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights But I'm a baller now, nigga, I live the good life [Chorus] This is the good life, f**k my foes God bless the dumb niggaz that, trust them hoes Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise and live the good life, cause thug niggaz don't die We live the good life, f**k my foes God bless the dumb niggaz that, trust these hoes Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise and live the good life, cause thug niggaz don't die [Big Syke] No one knows what the, future holds, but you Haha.. listen close They say reach in yo' heart and you'll find your mind Every day in the streets, got my foresight blind My after time is narrow, peepin down the barrel of a foe Just a nigga or a killer I don't know so who makes the call will I fall a victim like the rest? Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm gone Send me home all alone in these cold streets In desperation constantly drinkin and I can't sleep Neck deep strugglin tryin to survive SOme wanna die I wanna stay alive, eyes on the prize Let me modify this whole region I declare this sucker duckin season, give me the reason why I should change, into a softie .. after living so loftily It cost me my soul out of control in a devil's world Me, my niggaz, and my girl - livin the good life! [Chorus] [E.D.I.] I spend my days and nights not knowin if, strays in flight gon' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me? Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake up Last night we off the hook, doin way too much But it's the fast lane only, big dealin big ceiling All for the money, some kill some squeal All for the money, most ain't even real but we still call 'em homies, now what the f**k is that? Fake love, fake thugs are, all in the game I watch 'em all plot and fall while we come up and gain Outlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us comin Better start to get to runnin 'fore my click get to gunnin Still in the midst of all the stress and pain I'm still tryin to get a hold of the game, livin that good life [Chorus] - 2X (w/ minor variations)
Любимые фильмы:
[Intro: Tupac talking] This go out to C. Delores Tucker, Bob Dole And everybody else who feels like uh They stronger than the constitution Freedom of speech big baby Freedom of speech Ha ha ha Outlawz Goddamn! Rap music I hate that It's just so violent and it destroys everyone, it makes the kids crazy The kids kill people There cop hater here going against society, I don't understand the music It's too loud, it's too rowdy, it's too violent Let's ban all rap music (Outlawz) Ban Tupac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz ban 'em [Verse One: Young Noble] Listen it ain't no stopping I gotta hustle Cop it make it double, try to Stop it and touch it, I'ma cock it and bust it Niggaz tryna get it addicted to fast living Get rich or die trying nigga as 50 I've been Operating Under Thug Laws As A Warrior Oppressed by the industry the Hip-Hop government ?? by the Hip-Hop Police Why you think Nas screaming Hip-Hop deceased? No justice (No justice) All the judges got grudges Giving my niggaz life for a little next to nothing So wherever you are, just a little extra something You ain't the only one, we all going through the struggle Penny pinching It's like you really ain't living ? until eleven's, I'm cooking in the kitchen Like we looking and we wishing Praying will he hear it? It's eating at my spirit Speaking for the spirits [Verse Two: Tupac] You can't break me Never make me Busta soft the beats This Outlaw style got a brother off the streets Miss Deloris Tucker sue me I won't stop Till we get justice for these crooked cops on my block Time Warner full of sissies Tell 'em all to miss me A bunch of hypocrites Whistling Dixie Good riddance cause you never should of touched me You cowards knew you couldn't take the pressure I'ma make you sorry Trust me Didn't cry when they dropped me (Nah) Can they stop me? Tryna sell 4 million copies If I wasn't spitting it'd be prison or death This rap game all we got left So try to comprehend where we coming from Life as an Outlaw Ain't meant for everyone So here we come Recognize how we organize Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise And we can't stop [Chorus: Young Noble & Stormy] No way no how we got to keep moving And putting it down We can't stop (Outlawz) Until we reach the top Through the music we speak to the blocks Believe it or not I don't know what you've been, told Real niggaz don't stay on they go Can't stop until I get that you know Won't stop until I get that keep going [Verse Three: Hussein Fatal] Bury me with a Makaveli suit and a Mac I've God strike me with lightning, I'm shooting him back Skinny cause I don't work out, my man is in the gym Long as I'm strong enough to put a hammer on your chin Trapped in the storm F**k the world till I'm gone I'm bucking at Corey Brooke he treating my niggaz wrong Until I'm gone They gon' see who I be I picture this bricks ducking from the penitentiary [Verse Four: Kadafi] See Mysteriously it seems Through my deepest thoughts and dreams its all wrong Pop too long gone, and now 18 I'm stranded on my own Abandoned here in the zone Protect my thrown pal like a king, Al Capone style Fake no jacks on this grind Coked up with crack I get mine Living life as a Don, Guess Gortex, Louis Vuitton [Verse Five: Hussein Fatal] Yeah your boys back with the proper team When they think I'm wearing Red I'ma rock the Green On a whole 'nother episode Cops never heard of ya The otherside'll hide down the block from the murder scene Catch ya man he dead with the Fifth When it's hot on Nu he G-Ride from the clear to the bricks So gangster how he switched from the clear to the bricks Niggaz hate it but they scared of the Fifth (And we won't stop) Outlawz! [Chorus] [Verse Six: Big Syke] This rap game like a robbery Cause it seem somebody hiding me My nigga, made a motherf**ker cop a Ki' Motherf**ker ain't no stopping me My nigga, It's Mussolini see
Любимые цитаты:
Now how can I explain how this game laced, plus with this fame, I got enemies who'll do anything ta break me, My attitude changed, got to tha point where I was driven, twenty-four-seven, moneys my mission, just a nigga tryin ta make a livin', These busta tricks don't know no male, they spending they riches on scandalous bitches, plus they petrified of jail, it's hell, plus all tha dealers want a meal ticket, jealous ass bitches, playa haten' but we still kick it, always keep my eyes on tha prize, watch tha police, seen so much murder, neighborhoods getten no sleep, but still, I get my money on major, continuously , communicatin through my pager, niggas know me, don't have no homies cause they jealous, I hustle solo, cause when i'm broke I got no time for tha fellas, listen, ain't nothin popin' about no work nigga, I ain't no joke, f**k what they sayin , and get your dough nigga, Heavy in tha Game, , Chorus, I don't care what it did to Them, Tha Games been good ta Me, , [Richie Rich], , Well, let me shoot some of this heavy type shit, , Certain niggas wanna stick to tha game, you's a trick to tha game, waitin' upon your turn, so will you learn, ain't no turns givin niggas be twisten and taken shit, putten they sack down, then putten they mack down, Me myself I hustle with finesse , Yes, i'm an Oakland baller, rule number one check game, if I show you gon'respect game, be your own nigga , meaning buy your own dope, cause that front shit is punk shit, something I never funked with, be true to this game and this game will be true to you, that's real shit, disrespect, see what this will do to you, that jackin' and robin' and dispisin' your homie, ain't healthy, niggas be ending up dead, befo' they get wealthy, but not me tho, I'm sowing something major, so what I reap is boss, that's why my public statis is floss, went from a , young nigga livin' residential, to a, young nigga workin' presidential , , Chorus, I Don't care what it did to them, Tha Games been good ta me, , [Tupac], , I'm just a young black male, cursed since my birth, had ta turn to crack sells, if worse come to worse, headed for them pack jails, so maybe it's a hearse, My only way to stack bail, is out here doin dirt, My decisions do or die, been hustlein' since Jr. High, No time for askin why, getten' high, getten' mine, Put away my 9, cause these times call for four-five sales, cause life is hell and everybody dies, what about these niggas I despise, them loud talken' cowards shootin' guns into crowds, jepordiseing lives, shootem' right between a niggas eyes, it's time to realize, follow tha rules, or follow tha fools, then die, everybodies tryin ta make tha news, niggas confused, quit tryin to be an OG and pay your dues, if you choose to apply yourself, go with tha grain and come tha riches and tha bitches and tha fame, Heavy in tha Game, , I Don't care what it did to them, Tha Game's been Good to me
Место работы:
Night club na zavalinke, Екатеринбург, manager
Моб. телефон:
890438.8811
Мотель:
чур меня от этого места, Алма-Ата, Абылай хана просп., 2 117/7 34K1 8A, Алмалинский р-н
О себе:
Now how can I explain how this game laced, plus with this fame, I got enemies who'll do anything ta break me, My attitude changed, got to tha point where I was driven, twenty-four-seven, moneys my mission, just a nigga tryin ta make a livin', These busta tricks don't know no male, they spending they riches on scandalous bitches, plus they petrified of jail, it's hell, plus all tha dealers want a meal ticket, jealous ass bitches, playa haten' but we still kick it, always keep my eyes on tha prize, watch tha police, seen so much murder, neighborhoods getten no sleep, but still, I get my money on major, continuously , communicatin through my pager, niggas know me, don't have no homies cause they jealous, I hustle solo, cause when i'm broke I got no time for tha fellas, listen, ain't nothin popin' about no work nigga, I ain't no joke, f**k what they sayin , and get your dough nigga, Heavy in tha Game, , Chorus, I don't care what it did to Them, Tha Games been good ta Me, , [Richie Rich], , Well, let me shoot some of this heavy type shit, , Certain niggas wanna stick to tha game, you's a trick to tha game, waitin' upon your turn, so will you learn, ain't no turns givin niggas be twisten and taken shit, putten they sack down, then putten they mack down, Me myself I hustle with finesse , Yes, i'm an Oakland baller, rule number one check game, if I show you gon'respect game, be your own nigga , meaning buy your own dope, cause that front shit is punk shit, something I never funked with, be true to this game and this game will be true to you, that's real shit, disrespect, see what this will do to you, that jackin' and robin' and dispisin' your homie, ain't healthy, niggas be ending up dead, befo' they get wealthy, but not me tho, I'm sowing something major, so what I reap is boss, that's why my public statis is floss, went from a , young nigga livin' residential, to a, young nigga workin' presidential , , Chorus, I Don't care what it did to them, Tha Games been good ta me, , [Tupac], , I'm just a young black male, cursed since my birth, had ta turn to crack sells, if worse come to worse, headed for them pack jails, so maybe it's a hearse, My only way to stack bail, is out here doin dirt, My decisions do or die, been hustlein' since Jr. High, No time for askin why, getten' high, getten' mine, Put away my 9, cause these times call for four-five sales, cause life is hell and everybody dies, what about these niggas I despise, them loud talken' cowards shootin' guns into crowds, jepordiseing lives, shootem' right between a niggas eyes, it's time to realize, follow tha rules, or follow tha fools, then die, everybodies tryin ta make tha news, niggas confused, quit tryin to be an OG and pay your dues, if you choose to apply yourself, go with tha grain and come tha riches and tha bitches and tha fame, Heavy in tha Game, , I Don't care what it did to them, Tha Game's been Good to me
Отец:
Андрей Звигинцев
Пансионат:
орион, Туринск, Авиационный пер., 3
Полит. взгляды:
умеренные
Путешествие:
Хренскажугдеживу Madrid, Avenida de las Trece Rosas, 2
Работа:
Fuckin Homos, Berlin, Am Rain, 413
Религ. взгляды:
Светский гуманизм
Ресторан:
вапо, Великий Новгород, Рабочий пер., 8
Родной город:
Туринск
Санаторий:
тормоза для дурдаков, Tallinn (Таллинн), Dunkri, 5
Семейное положение:
в активном поиске
Спортивный клуб:
Туринск
Стадион:
Туринск
Статус:
Студент (специалист)
Сын:
Алексей Кормин
Факультет:
Электромеханический
Фитнес-центр:
Туринск
Форма обучения:
Дневное отделение
Хостел:
MAN, Туринск, Рабочий пер., 2
Школа:
№ 1 '10, Туринск, 1999-2010(б), Ученик
Георгий Костюков
name:
Георгий Костюков
Вуз:
ЮРГУЭС (бывш. ДГАС, ШТИБО) '14
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