Yo, i guess all of you know me as flamer. But i changed now, and now im leet gangstah.
Story:
Vule was born in time of war in Yugoslavia. He lost his family in war, while NATO was bombarding Serbia. He lost all he had with 4years. He was searching for love on streets with kids familiar to him. He found some friends. Bad company dragged him to drug dealing and streets. He had nothing to lose. Police caught him with 1kg passing the border. He was jailed, he got released soon. He was back on streets. He saw what drugs made of him, he stopped using drugs and started business... But there was another "turn" in his life. While he was getting out of his Lamborghini Diablo , some gangstas shot him with Tec9 , he fell down and started screaming. Someone came and called 911 . While he was home, gangstas dropped by again and yelled "Once a gangstah always a gangstah" Vule took his emergency 9mm and popped motherfuckers. He got out and started swearing the life. Tomorrow, he was back on streets, to find the guy that shot him.
Now he came to Argonath to teach wannabe gangsters how to act