Man, miss me with the fake Jay and B quotes already. Headlines. Some of you sites will do anything for attention and traffic. You really believed B would speak to Star magazine? Tuck your tabloid in. And why would Hov need to write a letter to his daughter? Bitch please. He wrote a song! It's called "Glory" and it's pretty fuckin' revealing. He went on the record (double entendre) but you still don't get it. You may hear baby Blue's first cries but no you don't know her height, weight or what she looks like. And no you ain't gettin' a flick, fool. Can new parents get some privacy? Even if they are celebrities. Sheesh! Who raised you animals? Party at the 40/40. Paps outside. Rushin' the velvet rope. Don't trip over your integrity.
Put us here if you like. The RR store stays open 24/7. SOPA? Yeah we Showcase Our Product Always. And we're gonna continue straight ahead til somebody up there turns out the lights. Start from scratch? I'm not afraid.Open Letter To Alfamega From YN
Thursday, July 23 2009 5:51 PM EST | Posted by: YN | Posted in: True Story
Open Letter To Alfamega From YN
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Dear Alfamega,
Nigga, what is wrong with you? You got kicked out the crew TWO MONTHS ago. Where you been? Now I know you probably aren’t the sharpest knife in the drawer but did it really take that long to put your thoughts together. And don’t you know, Tip is locked up! What’s he supposed to do for you right now? He got enough shit to worry about especially with Tiny’s lil ass runnin’ around tryin’ to be a TV star. Have you seen that garbage on BET? Damn, can the incarcerated king get a lil’ peace of mind, shawty?
I’m sure the Tipster appreciates all the goon duties you fulfilled in the past. But sooner or later, the party has to end. The Bang Em Smurfs always get sent back to the hood eventually. Whatchu need Tip for anymore? You got a name now. And as stained as your rep is, you’re one hit away from being relevant. Look at Officer Ricky. Let him be your new muse. Put a big-ass poster of him on your wall. Mega!
Whether or not you’re a snitch don’t matter. This is the music business. The kids just want some hits. Go write a catchy-ass chorus or some shit. Drop that shit on the Internets, get you a buzz and somebody will try to sign you, you big brute. Time to bake your own pie, tough guy. Anyway, this bloodclot cryin’ is too little, much too late. Bottomline: You’re not gonna get any closure from Cliff. Move on, soldier.
Best Wishes,
YN
P.S. Oh yeah, your mug frightens me. I don’t want no problems. Word to Scrappy. Be clear: This was written strictly for comedic purposes. Someone explain to this nigga what tongue-in-cheek is. Keep on truckin’.
Inspiration: Alfamega Sends T.I. A Kite
tongue in cheek is highly effective. I was just thinking exactly the same thing….lol!
Hahahahaha (wash.rinse.repeat.)
Ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh yeah. Not sure he’ll appreciate the Postscript. Don’t get rolled. But hey, you’re big too, right?
This is another example of why you’ll be unemployed in another year again YN. Although as much as you stay on Jay’s nuts, I’m sure he might hire you to wax them once in a while…
Another EPIC fail for YN
“EPIC FAIL”? LOL that slang has no swag no mo.
Wait!! YN is unemployed. He’s a blogger. And I’m sure he’ll get invited on Hov’s next big tour as a ego fluffer between cities.
AMEN TO THAT YN !!!!!!!!!
AND TO THOSE THAT SAY YOUR UNEMPLOYED, TELL EM YOU STILL SPENDING XXL MONEY,WITH YOU FEET UP BLOGGIN ON THEM SUCKERS.
ALL WHO NO LIKE YN, GO SUCK UNNO MA !!!!!!!!
Hope you don’t run into Alfa in the hood, or anywhere.
huh? he owns/runs Rap Radar. WTF? and if he was “unemployed,” he’s still paid, so, again: WTF? y’all are obsessed lol. angry bitter and full of shit. mad somebody has something. smh grow the hell up. live your fucking life. DO SOMETHING REAL.
who is yn…i mean i might be a lil slow on the hip hop but i was just wondering
YN = YELLOW NIGGA A.K.A ELLIOT WILSON
YOUR POSTING THIS FROM A COMPUTER RIGHT ?
GOOGLE IT THEN, GET IT THE KNOW