Pussy, Money, Weed.

*cries* man some niggas gunned down my roommate, R.I.P. Bruh, i'll elaborate later...

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*man im blogging via pda, that's Rick, nah meen, found my dude dead man, i dont know what in the hell happened, no forced entry or anything, so from how shit loooked, they knocked on the door and shot him, so if i would've stayed at the house last night, i wonder what would've happened, i got a call from shawty he was on the phone with, she said they was on the phone, somebody knocked on the door, she heard him say, what up man, then she heard him say "please man dont shoot me, dont shoot me man, then she heard gun shots, so she hung up and called the 12's, when they got to the house, he was dead, man i knew it was something, cause shawty had the duck off cell number, she was crying hard, like damn shawty, whats wrong, she talm bout, go to the house please, something just happened to Rick, get to the house, 12's was everywhere, talm bout identify the body, had to call his moms, man that shit had me crying, just telling her, Rick just died, she started screaming, heard the phone drop, his pops picked up, like what happened, they live 3 hours from us, they did a plea to find out who did it, man we thinking somebody we knew, cause Ray Ray aint just go say what up man, man if the nigga dont fuck with you, he aint go open the door, Dre wasnt there, i wasnt there, my sister not there, so that nigga knew whoever he opened the door for, man yo, i cant even type anymore, im too pissed, im gone*