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I must admit I underestimated you Andrea. You're as sinister as Superhead and more calculating than Carmen. Soulja with the nose candy, Carmelo with the text, I really am afraid of what you're gonna do next. I thought givin' niggas phone numbers out was bad enough. Geesh! It's funny back then most thought that since this chick just outed herself as hip-hop's #1 groupie, she'd be cut off like a hang nail. But nope. Dudes are star fuckers too. And like it or not, Stacks has made herself someone. With a couple of smackdowns in the rear view, you can still find her in the club—for an appearance fee. And now the jockin' goes both ways. Who wanna rumble with the Bee with the seductive accent? Ha! Does she really have that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff? Seriously, I hope she cheats on the Hip-Hop nation with a football player, and gets her Kat-A-Tat-Tat ass out of our business. But sadly, I don't think this is the end. Word to Ricky Bell. It's far from over.

After four awful performances at Rock The Bells, Lauryn finally proved to us that—simply put—it's really over. Cue the scene in Bronx Tale about wasted talent and hold on to the good times. You was the best, L-Boogie. Take care of the fam.