HollaTymeThug: sup, nig? Daerthe Lorre: hi.... HollaTymeThug: howz you shit goin up there? HollaTymeThug: where tha fuck u live again? Daerthe Lorre: mass HollaTymeThug: oh, iight. i remember now. HollaTymeThug: i got into shit fo sellin crack but im out on bail now Daerthe Lorre: thats god Daerthe Lorre: good HollaTymeThug: ya HollaTymeThug: u ricky right? Daerthe Lorre: ya HollaTymeThug: ya, haha. i dont know why i remember all this shit HollaTymeThug: so you got the shit? Daerthe Lorre: what? HollaTymeThug: didnt tyreke tell u? HollaTymeThug: we need gats Daerthe Lorre: nah i dont'] HollaTymeThug: WTF?! HollaTymeThug: u arent our guy? HollaTymeThug: im gonna fuckin kill tyreke, ima fuckin kill that bitch! Daerthe Lorre: 0_ Daerthe Lorre: when was i your guy HollaTymeThug: i dunno, alls i know is tyreke told me ur name HollaTymeThug: and he said you were the guy Daerthe Lorre: ah HollaTymeThug: u better not tell shit about this! Daerthe Lorre: tell what shit Daerthe Lorre: lol Daerthe Lorre: i jsut forgot HollaTymeThug: iight. coo. we be niggas now. Daerthe Lorre: lol HollaTymeThug: hey... check it yo. i got like 10 rocks left down here,
u want them? HollaTymeThug: i cant ditch them around here, the cops is swarming HollaTymeThug: dat shit is like 10 grand right there Daerthe Lorre: nah HollaTymeThug: iight, iight. u kno anyone who wants shit like dat tho? Daerthe Lorre: nah i dont think so HollaTymeThug: mothafucka, this sucks. HollaTymeThug: damn it nig... HollaTymeThug: why cant i be like fitty? Daerthe Lorre: why HollaTymeThug: im askin u nig. everything always go right fo fitty. HollaTymeThug: he get shot in the face, he gets to be a big rap star.
wtf? Daerthe Lorre: oh i get what ya mean HollaTymeThug: ya. so if fitty can be a rapper, why cant i sell my
crack and not get caught? i mean wtf? Daerthe Lorre: ya HollaTymeThug: who u wanna be? HollaTymeThug: i wanna be fitty. Daerthe Lorre: I wanna be myself HollaTymeThug: ... HollaTymeThug: that some deep shit man HollaTymeThug: dis nigga always had the system down on him Daerthe Lorre: ya HollaTymeThug: fuckin bitch teach fails me 4 times in 3rd grade so i
drop out HollaTymeThug: i lyke books and shit, but people like dat gotta fuckin
die HollaTymeThug: i read tupac Daerthe Lorre: oh HollaTymeThug: u ever read dat shit? Daerthe Lorre: nah HollaTymeThug: ah man. i lyke that shit... some nigga wrote dis about
him HollaTymeThug: A Poem about Tupac by J. Hilton
Only God Can Judge 2pac...
Black man, Black boy, Prince, Thug,
Revolutionary, Symbol. They only see your
tattoos, jewelry, and body language. They only
hear your vulgar words, defiant messages, and
your unavoidable controversy. They see your life
as a threat, they comment chickens came home
to roost They blame you for violence in
America, they pour disgust on you and point the
finger at you for problems in our families.
Black man, Black boy, Prince, Thug,
Revolutionary, Symbol. We see you as the dark
truth they are scared to accept. We see you as the
voice we sometimes could not find. We see you
as a young Malcolm X. Alcohol, drugs, women
and prison consumed you, as it did Brother
Malcolm. Yet those that knew you, knew you
were on the way out, you had seen the light and
moved toward it. We felt your pain, so similar to
ours. We felt your frustration, so similar to ours.
We felt your anger, so similar to ours. You are an
unavoidable realness. To Generation X, as they
describe it, you are a 1996 Elvis, John Lennon,
Jimi Hendricks, Sammy Davis, Ella Fitzgerald.
Those that don't know, may never know. Those
that do know, truly know that... Only God Can
Judge You! Daerthe Lorre: cool HollaTymeThug: well its iight, i guess tupac aint yo shit. HollaTymeThug: u east coast den? Daerthe Lorre: i dont listen to rap much HollaTymeThug: oh... iight, i get it. you one of thos club niggas.
mackin on dem hoes! holla! Daerthe Lorre: I guess 0_o HollaTymeThug: wait. u black right? Daerthe Lorre: no im white HollaTymeThug: oh. haha. sorry, i thoughts u was part of my people. i
mean if u listen to rap and shit too, u can be white and be my people.
but i guess u dont get the flow. HollaTymeThug: u can still be my cracka tho Daerthe Lorre: lol HollaTymeThug: thats tha shit, we call u cracka r! mothafucka! Daerthe Lorre: lol Daerthe Lorre: interesting HollaTymeThug: iight. ima jet, aight? u keep it crackin cracka. i catch
u next time i at the hizzo. Daerthe Lorre: yep<