THIS IS LYRICAL COMBAT GENTLEMEN HOLD YOUR PISTOLS

OOHKAy.. so me and Giovanna go right.. Dressed inappropriately I might add, apparently we weren’t informed that there was a strict dress code, Baby Phat spandex units required. If u don’t have one please wear your skin tight Agaci shirt as a dress and your best friend’s too big/too small shoes. Please don’t forget to walk bowlegged with your too short shirt/dress on, and DO-not wear panties.. Ladies with the enormous saggy tittes!! [Please leave your bra at home.] Ohh Yeaa, i cant neglect to mention all white pantsuits with matching hats, tall tees & Girbaud shorts, pimp cups, fake ice, fake lashes, fake toe nails & bedazzled sneakers… the picture is painted..

The one good thing of the night was being handled with some care. We got a lil special treatment, escorted past all the lines, security and none sense all the way back stage, were we met up with the Big Hommie in the suite, only there for a couple secs and escorted to our table, which was filled with people who was misplaced.. The event was so EXTREMELY unorganized that the show started a solid 2 hours late.. The stage was soo home-made, it look as though it would collapse if someone sneezed wrong.. Me and Gio sat through Maybe 25 mins of it before we retreated back stage to chill in each other’s company for the remainder of the show, but not before WHO?! Mike Jones’ could break out in to a brawl, about 20 feet away from us. Mobs of grown-ass-men, fighting at an award show..[my favorite!].. i found out later he was fighting Trae.. hmm [heres their sides of the story]..I only had myself to blame for my suprise, did I Really fool myself into thinking that Houston was capable of more classy event? Did I seriously set myself up for failure like that?! YEP!!
the night progressed and there were More fights, more equipment shortages, more people on stage who forgot their envelopes and didn’t know the winners of the categories & More people out of their seats then in them. Presenters smacking there gym on the Mic, more corny unscripted, un-rehearsed dialogue on stage, & my of course, More people getting BOO’d.. [ thats always funny].. ::[SIDENOTE] T-PAYNE Got BOO’d when he one an award over pimp C..haha:: I realized how much I shouldn’t have been there when I was informed i should “tuck my laminate Pass in to my dress or pocket” because someone might snatch it off my neck..
yeep.. it was a room full of people winning at life..

As we got word backstage that people were fighting the Police out front, I imagined what it would be like to inhale the tear gas they would be releasing on us soon, but we couldn’t leave yet because of the chaos in the hallways. People were running like Godzilla was coming. It was insane & I wasn’t about to get trampled.. [i had on my Miu Miu’s] :-P ..While we sat and what for the word that it was safe to leave, [a sad statment in itself] my only entertainment was watching what i like to call “Ambitious Females” hard at work, 2 in particular. Sadly these young women didn’t look a day older the 17.. One of them looked 15, and they only made it back there because they ran in the midst of chaos out front, they were glad to share the details of there victory.. Proud of their accomplishment im sure. They literally BEGGED to be allowed into the room, on some “PLEASE PLEASE LET US COME IN, WE JUS WANNA SIT FOR A COUPLE MINUETS PLEAAASE, i swear im 18, were jus gnna it and chill for a second!” so of course they had to be put on camera, to document the evidence that they both claimed repeatedly to be legal… hmm… no Robert Kelly stunts, smart Big Homes. Skip to the end, & ill tell you they were REALLY thirsty, taking pictures of everything & everyone and hanging on to the Big Hommie like magnets. It was disgraceful and yet, slightly entertaining..
We finally made it out safe, only to see the same little girls hanging off another [someone’s] neck on the way out… You can’t save um, they don’t wanna be saved..

iono who was protecting the rest of Houston at 11 o’clock 8/12, because it looked to me like every officer in a 100 mile radius patrolling this event, & for good reason. Helicopters circled, and dogs were on leashes. Cops in cars, on bikes & horses took advantage or their authority [as usual], bumping people with the horses and cursed people out hoping for an opportunity to whoops some ass.

I made it out alive..

Never again in Life…