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master p guilty of tax crime
http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=stor...eople_master_p
BATON ROUGE - Rapper Master P pleaded guilty in federal court to failing to file a corporate income tax return seven years ago. Federal prosecutors accused Bout It Incorporated, the company the rapper founded in 1996, of neglecting to report its first-year earnings to the Internal Revenue Service (news - web sites). Master P, whose real name is Percy Miller, also founded the hip-hop label, No Limit Records. Miller entered his plea Thursday, and no sentencing date was set. The crime carries a maximum sentence of five years probation, a $200,000 fine or twice the financial gain or loss, and the cost of prosecution. |
who cares?
he is filthy rich already lol |
he was too busy livin' fo' bitches n' blunts instead of weed n' money. :1orglaugh
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ya..i feel sorry for him
Maser Percy?? WTF?? :1orglaugh |
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Yo YT, keepmy personal biz away from the boards. ya heard me? No Limit 4 $200,000 |
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he front gold tooth is worth more than you make in a year. |
Poor guy! I'm sure he'll be more than able to cover this debt without denting his bank account too much.
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Man that sucks.
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Chrome toys, tatted up with them golds in my mouth |
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Mr Bling Gold Toofus http://www.mrbling.com/images/produc...OPUPDONE01.jpg |
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correct, and it's still more than that poster makes in a year.:1orglaugh |
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I just played him in poker last night...I knew he was a criminal.
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lol:1orglaugh whodi, i came in 6th, you came in 10th. i finished almost twice as better. baller, shot caller, poker playa 4 life |
200k fine? Oh man, what's he going to do? The guy is worth 9 figures.
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you been to my pad? I must of been in the bedroom with some freaks or smoking the koosh in the playa lounge:thumbsup |
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Just did a hoot ride Meaning a homicide Did a drive-by fuckin them from the southside To Richmond, California niggas don't give a fuck But if you come shizzort, you in that black truck Get you nose swollen, I mean your neck broken When we break you off that 44 Face down cause its danger Niggas from the south keep one up in the chamber I mean we Gs Who you be, what set you with Nigga do you know me If you don't than you dead Ain't no love for cockroaches, cause roaches get sprayed And ain't no bitch in my hood cause I'm TRU See my tattoo, TRU cross my stomach Eyes ?? up all night countin drug money But ready to roll with my homies And after the party, once again its on G Chorus: I'm gone off that douja I think I see a roader That ain't gone stop me from takin your head off your shoulder I'm from the projects, we live a eye for eye When you fuck with mine's you gotta die And your name get scratched off the wall bitch There you go, just took a fall trick If them No Limit tanks don't hit Than them gacks start spittin You better run like the running man But if you ain't Schwarzenetger, bitch this your last game That beam at your forehead I don't give a fuck, you can't run from the infrared I when I catch you, you murder Lying on you back, stuck like a turtle Got your head weaving and waddling Crying, you scared to die you slobbin You beggin for you life I'm a give you somethin to make you feel alright |
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