--- In myhoes@yahoogroups.com, "ghuru69" <ghuru69@y...> wrote:
While Eminem was out shootin' at hoes with his paintball gun (not
everyone believes everything they see in movies), we were pimpin'
hoes. We was runnin' the streets of the eastside of tha D. We hit the
studio & had DJs droolin' over us. They was playin' our tracks in
clubs & gettin' off to our shit at raves.
That's us. Underground legends w/ some strong music that ain't gonna'
go away. Not just becuz some bitches can kill you & make you wanna'
die cuz u think all human hoes is untrustworthy. Not even by lockin'
me up over this shit we all know I didn't do. It's always gonna' be
the present, Bro. They can't take it away...It's in your soul & it
lives, like you do.
Don't forget how the hoes squealed when you broke off into your
guitar riffs onstage, Bro. How they peed they pants when you sang.
How the crowds reacted to our shit. The groupie hoes that was
followin' us around everywhere we went. You wanted to get away from
all that shit. Well, you got your wish, bitch. But it sure had to
take some tragedies to take us down & I refuse to let it go...Bro.
So I'll maintain your shit. When the right ho shows, you do the thang
& put our shit back out there. Not every one is impressionable, yo'.
Some of the people out there know the real thing when they see it.
I'm glad you were able to keep that group of kids from defacin' the
sets of that movie. You were right: it woulda' been some negative ass
shit to do & woulda' associated our good stage names w/ vandalism &
negativity, somethin' not all people got the balls to take a stand
against.
Sorry you lost that crowd. They were losers anyway, if they wanna'
bail cuz they can't understand you don't feel up to runnin' such a
huge commune no more. I know it's a huge responsibility to care for
so many people all at once & somethin' some of those guys will never
be able to appreciate. So, just movin' outta' the house was the
proper move, except for losin' the pool like that.
Hey, heard Lisa's got you hid real good in that fairytale trailer
park w/ the cheap rent you was always spoutin' off about. Betcha' I
find a ho smart enough to find you & pull you back into action. When
my lawyers get this taken care of (& thanks, by the way, good lookin'
out, yo) & I get out of here, I expect to see your shit out there on
the stroll pimpin' a ho, Bro. Don't let me down on this shit. The
legend must continue, till you die (biyatch).
Hope you peep this note. I hope you didn't go do no drastic assed
shit like kill your internet service & disconnect your phone again.
The snail mail still gonna' get ya', mafucka', so I ain't blocked-out
just cuz you feelin' sorry for yo'self.
Remember your motto-> "Pimpin' the hoes, ya' know how it goes!!"
That's the mafucka' I look up to & what a lot of these fake-assed
bitches base their lame assed movies on, Bro. You the genuine
article. Posers pretend to be you, the urban assed legend that
created & fronted CRAK HO TOURS, the ultimate, period. You don't want
no people in your circle who're too fuckin' brain-damaged to see that
no way.
So keep in mind that there's people countin' on you to pull yourself
together & get back to the street. Take back our territory on 8mile &
over by the park. No-one gonna' dispute you, Bro. It's all out there,
waitin'. Just respond to one of these hoes that keep beamin' you up.
Have her come out there & stay w/ you & Lisa & put our shit back
together where you don't even need Lisa no more & leave that bitch
(I'm sorry, she's a good ho, don't hate on me for lovin' you,
man).....Sike. Your idea of the ranch sounds good. You & the ho in
one house & Lisa in another. I know you've always been the loyal
type, won't even bail on people for your own good & that's bad for
you.
My time here is up, yo'. Spent it all on you. But you always prove to
be worth the effort, Bro.
Love you.
Later,
Jo-Jo
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