Yuh

You just know he's in some cave somewhere rotting away wearing nothing but a belt and a thong ripping cigs giggling to himself that he f***ed everyone over one last time

M Night Shambolozos itt

ts tuff ngl

Dr Disrespect just confirmed its dropping at 12AM

Crine this dropping at 10:42 am tomorrow cst

It was another night of partying, drinking, toking, and just plain living it up for Gucci and his gang of cohorts. None stood in their way as the night crept on, as not a single being dared to rile up his anger. Of course, there was just one creature, one so indescribably hateful and distrusting of Gucci. This creature was Young Jeezy. Jeezy exhibited his tenacity to protect his assets with the only way he knew how, to provide a healthy dose of murder to his adversary.

It goes without saying that these two men of the Southern United States were once close friends who occasionally collaborated together to make music. That was long in the past for both of them at this point, with each of them battling court cases over rights and other trivialities. Anyone caught in the crossfire was most likely left bleeding to death or horrifically damaged, as they had done to their relationship.

Not all was about conflict between each other, however, and when the weekend came, the fighting ceased. Gucci's group of close friends and Jeezy's gang of trusted individuals would temporarily stop getting at each other's throats for a short time before they returned to their indefinitely long feud. But it was on this particular day, it was far different than what was left mutually agreed and unspoken. Tonight, in Decatur, Georgia on May 10th, 2005, was the last day one man would live.

Humming to himself, Gucci stuck his tongue out into the air. It met the blunt he recently rolled, a fine piece of art, and gave it a good amount of fluid in order to stick together. The rapper was currently chilling in his fine friend's bachelor pad, having a good time with his friends. There was nothing quite like being together in a group and just spending time constantly high throughout the night. He despised it when he was alone, mostly because that was one of the worst times to get messed up on something and company always made everything better. Except sex. That was something between him and some b**** he liked.

"'Ey yo nigga, you done wit' that s*** ye'?"

Gucci smirked casually and met the eyes of the man looking down at him as he finished, "Chyeah, why? You think you getting' som' dis s***? Dis shhhiiiiitttt, right her'?"

His friend smacked the air with his hand and stepped in place to show his frustration, "Man, ya stay playin' like dat s***s funny or some s***!"

The rapper chortled to himself, amused by his friend, "Ight, ight, chill. Got that s*** right her' for ya," he said, passing the blunt to his companion.

Nearby, someone kicked in the front door with more force than necessary, forcing the house to shake slightly and Gucci to flinch. The blunt slipped from his dark fingers and took the most horror-inducing plunge straight to the floor. Time seemed to slow down for that brief frame of a few seconds as his hands vainly reached out to grab the paraphernalia.

"Noooooo!" Gucci cried out.

It dropped to the floor, bouncing several times before settling on the blue carpet. They both stared at it for a good moment before a person rushed in. They didn't give him any attention as he leaned onto the couch, gasping for breath, with hands splayed out and moving wildly. Gucci grabbed the blunt to look it over, narrowing his eyes down to small slits.

"Hmm… Ight! It's alive, mothafuckas! Let's smoke this s***!"

The man who ran in shouted, trying to get their attention, "YO! JEEZY'S BOYS ARE ON THEY WAY HERE, DAWG!"

Both original occupiers of the large living room immediately snapped their heads to the taller man. They then both shared looks and jumped to their feet, reaching behind their backs. From between their waists and belts, they procured handguns they had specifically for such an occasion. Without much hesitation, Gucci lit the blunt, took a pull, and passed it to the guy opposite him.

He gritted his teeth, "Ight, let's do this s***!"

As if on cue, a bullet shattered a nearby window, sending glass to the floor.

The man with the blunt pulled it away from his face and scowled deeply, "MOTHERFUCKERS! MY MOMS IS GONNA KILL ME FOR THAT S***!" Multiple bullets whizzed by, breaking random vases, electronics, and other valuables, "… Mothafuckas…"

Not willing to take their time, each of them blind-fired from behind cover, which was mostly the couch they were just sitting on toppled over onto its back. It wasn't much a shield, as evidenced when a bullet went straight through it and barely missed Gucci's head. He ducked further and rolled out of cover to fire.

Taking aim, he fired continuously while screaming out, "CHYEAH! SPECIAL AGENT GUCCI!"

More pieces of metal flew overhead, forcing Gucci to hug the carpet. He reloaded his weapon and realized he was on his second, and last, clip. Things were not looking good, not at all. Taking initiative, the rapper headed into a nearby hallway connecting to the front door, ducking low as to not get shot. Right as he turned a corner, his face met the end of a gun barrel, the dark metal pressed against his forehead.

"…Sheeit…"

ak just called his label and they aint answer

This is why I couldn't find Shawn Cee or Fantano live, because they aren't F***ING STUPID ENOUGH TO BELIEVE IT WAS DROPPING

That thong somehow cutting off circulation to his brain me thinks

8 MINUTES

“Oh f*** I gotta stay up a little more man I got f*** all to do tomorrow, too”

where is the delay news from?

5 more years

(To delay again!)