Tёmka Измайлов

Tёmka Измайлов проживает в городе South Park, США. Родной город - SevsK City каму_не_нравится_сосите. Семейное положение Tёmka: не женат. Знак зодиака Близнецы. Из открытых источников получены следующие сведения: информация о высшем и среднем образовании, карьере, службе в армии.

╔════════════════════════ ║ Имя: Тёма ║ Фамилия:Измайлов ║ Возраст: 11 ║ Знак зодиака: Весы ║ Дата Рождения: 4 октября,1999г. ║ Город: Северодвинск ║ Глаза: ^_^ ║ Школа: №13 ║ Класс: 5 Б ║ Любимая игра: CS 1.6 ║ Тегаюсь:Coast ║ Наша группа(не вконтакте): South Park ║ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ║ ✿ My page:http://vkontakte.ru/id91822297 ║ ✿ My skype: tima2332 ╚════════════════════════ My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy Can run for your life on the stick up out the window My buddy, my buddy I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend Everywhere I go I gotta tag along Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on They ride with me when I'm past the mall Don't wait for me on the bench when I'm playin' a game of basketball One sqeeze will make a bastard fall Gasp and crall You need a bulletproof vest mask and all Bring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?) Cause I got hit the last time I left mom at home My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome He even got closet space inside of my home He ain't never been broke he glitchless So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas Infared beam in the scope for distance The best company wouldn't proach in business He who ride with me to the end We all gotta friend And mine is a G-U-N. My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off Like Tommy did the cops had the block all locked off Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can My finger tips sore for four hours I backround She meet him his destination hell or heaven Cause I only bring em out for that 187 He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him shells He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bell Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me They came I ran I had to toss my Uncle little homie Niggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid I stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base heads These niggaz sayin' doley just like they pretend Keep fuckin' around they gon say hello to my little friend. We been through it all yet we both still livin' We been in a box but we both still spittin' And when there was beef you even played your position Got under the seat until we spotted our victim At

Sirens flashin you know the routine, the crime scene taped off It started out a robbery, they blew half his face off They seen him shinin, cross full of diamonds he bought grindin His first slip off the ladder of success he was climbin The D's came through, askin niggaz if they know what happened Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me They put me in a lineup last time and they arrested me When it come to cookin coke, they know I got the recipe I turn a quarter to a half, that's why they mess with me I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks A little weed, a little X, a little H, little crack Figure, I'll push it to the limit, take the shit to the max Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat Calm, in my palm's fully loaded firearm First to let off last to run, everytime it's on I tell niggaz to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face Cause I don't need 'em Cause they're, never around, when I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin (What? Nigga is there.. is there a motherfuckin problem nigga?) (Oh, yeah that's what I, I thought so.. pussy!) Niggaz be talkin 'bout me, they always callin me crazy Fuck them O.G. niggaz, they stuck in the 80's Sayin they gon' do me somethin, now you know that's a lie Nigga you look at me wrong I let the hammer fly I'm rich, I still wake up, with crime on my mind Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime When I say move, nigga move, or get caught in the crossfire I prevents runnin, cut my fuckin hand on the barbed wire This shit's crazy, it's just a different day it's the same shit Hollow-tip partin yo' head, leave your whole fuckin brain split They sick, they see me in that Aston Martin What's the matter? They can't get that hooptie started Thought they was grindin, well God damn, where that money at? Thought you was puffed up, cause you was lettin paper stack You ain't a hustler, matter fact, youse a buster I don't trust ya, I should send niggaz to touch ya