News Man deported 4 times found again in Delaware - GoFuckYourself.com

brassmonkey · 05-09-2016, 08:38 PM

WILMINGTON, Del. ? A man deported from the United States at least four times since 2000 ? each time following an arrest in Delaware ? was arrested here again in February, this time with a bag of cash, according to a document made public by the FBI.

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Wilmington police suspected that Richard Diaz-Garcia, a citizen of the Dominican Republic, was in the United States illegally after he was arrested Feb. 1 in Newark, Del., about 15 miles away, according to court records.

Officers seized $5,000 that Diaz-Garcia held in a black bag, and $393 that he had in his pockets, according to the FBI document. Wilmington Police spokeswoman Andrea Janvier did not respond to requests for comment about the arrest, and why it reportedly took place in Newark.

FBI spokesman David Fitz would not provide details about the case, saying the Wilmington FBI office was been "extremely busy."

Man deported 4 times found again in Delaware

mineistaken · 05-09-2016, 08:40 PM

poor immigrant, they need to give more handouts for sure.

Horatio Caine · 05-09-2016, 09:26 PM

So racist to post news about Latinos

brassmonkey · 05-09-2016, 10:19 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Horatio Caine

So racist to post news about Latinos

i wish gfy would deport your ass!

Horatio Caine · 05-10-2016, 05:17 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by brassmonkey

i wish gfy would deport your ass!

What a horrible thing to say.

IrwinJones · 05-12-2016, 12:31 AM

In about four seconds, a gangsta will begin to speak

Well, it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style
And pullin' 211's ever since taa-doow, there's ten million ways to die
Choosin' Mack and hit the boopin', floosin'
Off this gang-bang music, so all I'd wanna got the room stumped

I'm smokin', make dough like Trump
Cookin' chowder to they chunk, punk
Straight off dust, nigga trust I bust
And cross 'em out and put a 'K if they ain't down with us

It's off the hook, nigga, I'm a Westside crook, nigga
The forty motherfuckin' dollars on my books, nigga
I'm not an MC, I'm not a G
I mean I'm A to fuckin' Z and everything in between

Rappers like gangbangin' 'cos I'm in it to the fullest
And my hood ain't never dodgin' bullets
It's all about the Bloods and Crips, no one tri-ips
Colors and dips, bitches and chips, nigga

What's this my friggen low-grader system
That takes puff B I itches on the premises
Nigga be dissin' on a down low, so now my motto's
"Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast"

New School, Old School, I hate you motherfuckers
I'm steady plottin', cracklin' my ass wit'cha album covers
Cross 'em out and put a 'K
Then no Saint days, nigga, then run the fuckin' holidays

'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A.
'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A.

'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A.
'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A.

Goddamn nigga, this shit make me sick
All these West Coast cowards ridin' New York beat
Busters get sprayed wearin' high-top fades
And Cango's backwards with dark-ass shades

No switchblades, nigga, we shoots
That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots
So kill the action, punk, hootchie bitches clown
Nigga get your sag on and keep your pants legs down

Check it, ho' shut your mouth and get naked
I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin' on this record
No R and B tracks, just niggas on wax
Kickin' facts with these gang-bang raps

Every nigga in the industry wanna rap with me
Like it's all good, you ain't from my hood
Nigga, I don't even like your shit, I don't like your form
I'm true, your through, nigga fuck you

Nigga get off, this shit is wacked
Fuck that, I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin' propajack
Spit on ya, shit on ya when I get on your pissil

You're goin' up and your fuckin' 'cos I ain't lovin' none of ya

And even the female rappers are gettin' smacked
Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back
'Cos I'm a Westside Connection hista
Bored from a lover dishin' nothin' but foolers and dirty rubbers

'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A.
'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A.

'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A.
'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A.

In about four seconds, a killa will begin to speak

Now you can cross out the busters and snitches
B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood bitches
From the niggas I know in the streets I run through
Swear to God bitch, real it ain't one dog and nobody

So watch what you say,who ya talkin' 'bout,ya tweakin'
And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya bitch ass is speakin'
I'm sick wit it, cappin' cha dome till I hit it
This Westside Connection, Cypress know they can't fuck with it

Use to get kisses and hugs, now I'm servin' ya slugs
Fuck B-Real and Muggs, y'all niggas ain't no fuckin' thugs
Be all surprised, everybody dies
From Columbian neckties covered with fright

Ya fuckin maggots, ya fuckin' faggots
I shoulda hurt you, every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you
So when I pull my spray-can to spray
I'm sprayin' C H K all motherfuckin' day

I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit
Behind closed doors, runnin' his mouth like a trick-in
Till this nigga 'bout the name of Dove caught him slippin'

Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck
Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out
I [Incomprehensible] lead him then down his body stashed
In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his ass

'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A.
'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A.

'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A.
'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A.

Don't go chasin' waterfalls
Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to
Punk ass motherfuckers

Paul Markham · 05-12-2016, 12:56 AM

$5,000 doesn't come from flipping burgers. Odds on he was selling drugs.

05-09-2016, 08:38 PM	#1
brassmonkey Pay It Forward Industry Role: Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: Yo Mama House Posts: 77,228	Man deported 4 times found again in Delaware WILMINGTON, Del. ? A man deported from the United States at least four times since 2000 ? each time following an arrest in Delaware ? was arrested here again in February, this time with a bag of cash, according to a document made public by the FBI. hotlinked Wilmington police suspected that Richard Diaz-Garcia, a citizen of the Dominican Republic, was in the United States illegally after he was arrested Feb. 1 in Newark, Del., about 15 miles away, according to court records. Officers seized $5,000 that Diaz-Garcia held in a black bag, and $393 that he had in his pockets, according to the FBI document. Wilmington Police spokeswoman Andrea Janvier did not respond to requests for comment about the arrest, and why it reportedly took place in Newark. FBI spokesman David Fitz would not provide details about the case, saying the Wilmington FBI office was been "extremely busy." Man deported 4 times found again in Delaware __________________ TRUMP 2025 KEKAW!!! - The Laken Riley Act Is Law! DACA ENDED - SUPPORT AZ HCR 2060 52R - email: brassballz-at-techie.com

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05-09-2016, 08:40 PM	#2
mineistaken See signature :) Industry Role: Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: ICQ 363 097 773 Posts: 29,656	poor immigrant, they need to give more handouts for sure.

05-09-2016, 09:26 PM	#3
Horatio Caine full-time aspiring rapper Industry Role: Join Date: Aug 2012 Location: Compton, CA Posts: 5,746	So racist to post news about Latinos

05-12-2016, 12:31 AM	#6
IrwinJones So Fucking Banned Industry Role: Join Date: May 2016 Posts: 144	In about four seconds, a gangsta will begin to speak Well, it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style And pullin' 211's ever since taa-doow, there's ten million ways to die Choosin' Mack and hit the boopin', floosin' Off this gang-bang music, so all I'd wanna got the room stumped I'm smokin', make dough like Trump Cookin' chowder to they chunk, punk Straight off dust, nigga trust I bust And cross 'em out and put a 'K if they ain't down with us It's off the hook, nigga, I'm a Westside crook, nigga The forty motherfuckin' dollars on my books, nigga I'm not an MC, I'm not a G I mean I'm A to fuckin' Z and everything in between Rappers like gangbangin' 'cos I'm in it to the fullest And my hood ain't never dodgin' bullets It's all about the Bloods and Crips, no one tri-ips Colors and dips, bitches and chips, nigga What's this my friggen low-grader system That takes puff B I itches on the premises Nigga be dissin' on a down low, so now my motto's "Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast" New School, Old School, I hate you motherfuckers I'm steady plottin', cracklin' my ass wit'cha album covers Cross 'em out and put a 'K Then no Saint days, nigga, then run the fuckin' holidays 'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. 'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. 'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. 'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. Goddamn nigga, this shit make me sick All these West Coast cowards ridin' New York beat Busters get sprayed wearin' high-top fades And Cango's backwards with dark-ass shades No switchblades, nigga, we shoots That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots So kill the action, punk, hootchie bitches clown Nigga get your sag on and keep your pants legs down Check it, ho' shut your mouth and get naked I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin' on this record No R and B tracks, just niggas on wax Kickin' facts with these gang-bang raps Every nigga in the industry wanna rap with me Like it's all good, you ain't from my hood Nigga, I don't even like your shit, I don't like your form I'm true, your through, nigga fuck you Nigga get off, this shit is wacked Fuck that, I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin' propajack Spit on ya, shit on ya when I get on your pissil You're goin' up and your fuckin' 'cos I ain't lovin' none of ya And even the female rappers are gettin' smacked Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back 'Cos I'm a Westside Connection hista Bored from a lover dishin' nothin' but foolers and dirty rubbers 'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. 'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. 'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. 'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. In about four seconds, a killa will begin to speak Now you can cross out the busters and snitches B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood bitches From the niggas I know in the streets I run through Swear to God bitch, real it ain't one dog and nobody So watch what you say,who ya talkin' 'bout,ya tweakin' And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya bitch ass is speakin' I'm sick wit it, cappin' cha dome till I hit it This Westside Connection, Cypress know they can't fuck with it Use to get kisses and hugs, now I'm servin' ya slugs Fuck B-Real and Muggs, y'all niggas ain't no fuckin' thugs Be all surprised, everybody dies From Columbian neckties covered with fright Ya fuckin maggots, ya fuckin' faggots I shoulda hurt you, every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you So when I pull my spray-can to spray I'm sprayin' C H K all motherfuckin' day I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit Behind closed doors, runnin' his mouth like a trick-in Till this nigga 'bout the name of Dove caught him slippin' Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out I [Incomprehensible] lead him then down his body stashed In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his ass 'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. 'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. 'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. 'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. Don't go chasin' waterfalls Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to Punk ass motherfuckers