TE'O: On April 28 [my ho] gots up in a funky-ass bad accident n' was hit by a thugged-out faded driver. Ever since April 28 shez been up in tha hospizitizzle. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch recovered from tha accident but our crazy-ass asses was always wonderin why some days her ass would be bustin well n' tha next dizzle her ass would be down up in tha dumps n' complainin bout pain up in her back. It was then dat our crazy-ass asses found up her ass had leukemia.
SI: Sorry ta cut you off, just tryin ta git tha timetable right.
TE'O: It was tha beginnin of July. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch n' I, man, our crazy-ass asses had dis relationshizzle where it was just amazing. With all dat time on her handz up in tha hospizitizzle, her ass was never thankin bout her muthafuckin ass n' what tha fuck was hurtin here. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was always thankin bout others. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch went on n' freestyled a letter ta mah crazy ass before every last muthafuckin game. Things dat her ass would want mah crazy ass ta know, nahmeean, biatch? Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So yeah.
SI: Did her ass bust em ta yo slick ass?
TE'O: Biatch had em all on her iPizzy n' her gang found [them] yo. Her family, what tha fuck they would do is they would read it ta mah dirty ass fo' realz. And then they'll bust it ta mah crazy ass up in a picture.
SI: Yo ass called em one dizzle leadin tha fuck into each game?
TE'O: Yeah, I be bout ta call n' check up on em n' peep how tha fuck they be bustin, peep how tha fuck thangs is going. Just like I check up in on mah gang at home.
SI: What dizzle dis week did they read you tha letter?
TE'O: Friday. I checked up in on Friday.
SI: How tha fuck did you hook up her?
TE'O: Our thugged-out asses kicked it wit just, ummmm, just her ass knew mah cousin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And kind of saw mah crazy ass there so. Just kind of regular.
SI: How tha fuck long was you pimpin, biatch? I know dat can be a cold-ass lil fucked up question.
TE'O: Oct. 15 was tha straight-up legit date. Of last year. I've known her fo' four years. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So we've been playas.
SI: So you dated fo' on some year.
TE'O: Yeah.
SI: Just wanna make shizzle I have her name right.
TE'O: Lennay Kekua.
SI: How tha fuck do you want her ta be remembered?
TE'O: Lennay was so special yo. Her relationshizzle wit tha heavenly daddy was so strong. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shez so humble, hard makin moves fo' realz. And her main muthafuckin thang was her gang yo. Her gang was everythang ta her muthafuckin ass fo' realz. As long as her ass took care of her gang fo' realz. And as long as her ass knew dat her relationshizzle wit our heavenly daddy was strong, her ass had faith dat everyone would work out. With her it was just always gangbangin Dogg n' her family. I was just blessed ta be part of that.
SI: How tha fuck oldschool was her ass when her ass passed?
TE'O: Biatch was 22.
SI: Biatch has a Hawaiian soundin name. Is her ass from there?
TE'O: Her real name is muthafuckin Melelengei yo, but her playaz couldn't say dat so they just called her Lennay.
SI: What did her ass do?
TE'O: Biatch muthafuckin just graduated from Stanford. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch hit dat shizzle at Clarkz Construction Company, I think. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch replaced her dad afta her dad passed.
SI: When did her dad pass?
TE'O: In October. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch took dat mantle fo' his muthafuckin ass.
SI: Does tha gang own a cold-ass lil construction bidnizz?
TE'O: No. But they be part of tha whole administration, tha higher-ups. Their gang hit dat shizzle straight-up hard n' hit dat shizzle they way up. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shez straight-up smart, straight-up smart-ass n' straight-up intellectual. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch hit dat shizzle there but her main trip was ta work wit kids. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch traveled all around. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch taught at elementary schools. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch flew ta New Zealand ta just work wit kids. Thatz what tha fuck her ass loved ta do, work wit children.
SI: What did her ass study?
TE'O: Biatch graduated up in 2011 and 2010. 2011.
SI: What was her major?
TE'O: Her major was up in English n' somethang. I be bout ta double check.
SI: I can call Stanford n' check. They have ta have some record and note dat her ass passed.
SI: So long distizzle relationship?
TE'O: Biatch was supposed ta come [to git on over ta mah crazy ass at Notre Dame]. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was just cleared ta come ta tha Wake Forest game, mah ballin' game. It was mainly just on tha phone, every last muthafuckin day.
SI: Yo Crazy-Ass dad busted some lyrics ta mah crazy ass dat he called you at 7 a.m. on tha dizzle her ass died. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude holla'd when he raised up he had texts from Lennay. I be trippin. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Walk mah crazy ass all up in dat day.
TE'O: Biatch was muthafuckin gettin mo' betta ta tha point where her ass was cleared ta fly n' was busted home. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was bustin better. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So I raised up up in tha mornin n' mah muthafathas woke mah crazy ass up n' they busted some lyrics ta mah crazy ass bout mah grandma fo' realz. And mah ho was just some muthafucka whoz ass was so gangbangin n' carin n' cares fo' others. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch straight-up loves mah muthafathas n' mah muthafathas ludd her muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch called n' her ass offered her condolences on behalf of her n' her gang n' her ass was spittin some lyrics ta em dat her ass loves his ass n' how tha fuck they be thankin n' prayin fo' us.
And then I remember I went ta class n' went ta workouts n' afta workouts, muthafuckin right before I was bout ta come tha fuck into meetings, I gots a text message from her phone but it was her brutha. Every time her brutha texts mah crazy ass he just says, "Bro." I was like, "Why is her brutha textin me?" Then I git a phone call from her olda bruthaz phone yo. Dude straight just bustin up fo' realz. And immediately I felt like, "Oh mah Gosh, what tha fuck just happened." And then he busted some lyrics ta me, "Shez gone bro."
SI: How tha fuck did it happen?
TE'O: It was just so sudden. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I don't give a fuck tha detailz of dat shit. It was just a surprise.
SI: What was her olda bruthaz name?
TE'O: Koa.
SI: What did he have ta tell yo slick ass?
TE'O: I kind of felt it yo. Dude was just bustin up like a biatch n' bustin up like a biatch n' bustin up. I just had ta calm his ass down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I was like, "Yo ass have ta drop a rhyme clearly, I need ta know what tha fuck be happenin." Thatz when he busted some lyrics ta me, Lala is gone. Thatz what tha fuck they call her muthafuckin ass. They call her Lala.
SI: How tha fuck did you feel up in tha locker room when you gots tha news?
TE'O: I just felt dat it just turned black. Things gots dark. I have never felt dat way before fo' realz. And I don't give a fuck. I couldn't control anythang. I was just, pure, just I don't even know tha feeling. I can't even describe dat shit. I just broke down.
SI: Why did you go ta practice afta you found up tha news?
TE'O: I knew fo' mah crazy ass dat mah ho n' mah gang would want mah crazy ass ta be up there. They wouldn't want mah crazy ass ta be sulkin over thangs. I knew fo' me, tha dopest way ta sheezy em dat I loved em was ta play tha dopest game of mah thuglife on Saturday. In order ta do that, I needed ta be up there practicin no matter what tha fuck I was goin through. I needed ta just suck it up n' git up there n' git mah work done n' be locked n loaded ta represent em tha dopest way I know how tha fuck on Saturday. When I gots up there, it was hard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! But I just brought mah crew up. Coach brought mah crew up yo. Dude had em come up n' explain ta em what tha fuck happened. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I busted some lyrics ta em I ludd each n' every last muthafuckin one of yo thugged-out ass. I lost mah grandmutha tha night before n' found up dis mornin dat I just lost mah ho six hours later. Never up in mah thuglife has gang been pushed ta tha forefront. My fuckin goal is now, n' has been yo, but therez mo' ta it now, nahmeean, biatch? Just ta make shizzle I peep mah gang n' loved ones again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I busted some lyrics ta them, dis is mah family. Yo ass pimps is mah family. I gots a straight-up boner fo' each n' every last muthafuckin one of yo thugged-out ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stick together fo' realz. And I busted some lyrics ta them, mah ho always busted some lyrics ta me, "Send roses while they still can smell them, tell em they ludd you (sic) while they still can hear dat shit." I busted some lyrics ta em ta make shizzle you rap r gang thugz you ludd em every last muthafuckin single day.
SI: Yo ass gots a weddin rang on?
TE'O: It aint nuthin but mah church ring. I wear it ta remember her muthafuckin ass. To remember mah ho.
SI: Did her ass give it ta yo slick ass?
TE'O: It aint nuthin but a CTR ring. It standz fo' chizzle tha right. I always wore dat shit. I had ta switch it from mah muthafuckin right ta mah left.
SI: What tha fuck iz it done cooked up of?
TE'O: Steel. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Some sort of steel.
SI: Coach Kelly holla'd he was mo' worried bout you dis week than last week?
TE'O: It was harder than it was tha previous week. I was rolling. Da feelin of it settlin up in that, shez not physically here no mo'. Put yo muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel this!Yo ass just can't call her muthafuckin ass. I talked ta mah ho every last muthafuckin single day. I slept on tha phone wit her every last muthafuckin single day. When her ass was goin though chemo, her ass would have all these pains n' tha doctors was sayin they was tryin ta give her medicine ta make her chill. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch still couldn't chill. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch would say, "Just call mah pimp n' have his ass on tha phone wit me, n' I can chill." I slept on tha phone wit her every last muthafuckin single night.
SI: Yo ass would literally chill wit yo' phone on wit her on it?
TE'O: With her on dat shit.
SI: When you woke up?
TE'O: Shez be on dat shit.
SI: What would tha phone say?
TE'O: Like eight hours. Lucky her ass had AT&T so it was all free and mah gang would bust a cap up in mah dirty ass.
SI: When did you start rappin' ta her all night?
TE'O: When her ass gots up in her accident?
SI: So startin up in April?
TE'O: Yeah n' you know, her ass was up in a cold-ass lil coma. I would try, n' you know, nahmeean?
SI: Hit by a thugged-out faded driver. What was her injuries?
TE'O: I don't give a fuck. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had a shitload of different injuries.
SI: How tha fuck long was her ass hospizitizzleized?
TE'O: Biatch was up in dat hospizitizzle fo' bout two months.
SI: Fuck dat shit, did her ass git out?
TE'O: Biatch didn't git out. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch went from there. Remember her ass gots up in tha accident n' her ass was up in a cold-ass lil coma. Our thugged-out asses lost her, muthafuckin, twice. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch flatlined twice. They revived her twice. It was just a trippy situation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. It was a thugged-out dizzle I was flyin home from Downtown Bend ta go home fo' summer break. It was May. Mid-May. That was tha dizzle where they holla'd, "Bro, we're goin ta pull dat shit. We're goin ta pull tha plug." I remember havin dis feelin like everythang is goin ta be OK. They was spittin some lyrics ta me, "Say yo' phatbyes." From April 28 ta around mid-May, I was always rappin' ta mah ho whoz ass was on a machine.
SI: Biatch couldn't communicate?
TE'O: No. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch could only breathe. One of tha miraculous thangs was when I talked ta her n' her ass would hear mah voice her breathang would pick up. Like quickly, n' then her ass would start bustin up. But her breathang would quicken, n' her ass would start bustin up. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So her brutha was up in tha room wit tha nurse. They was monitorin her muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch holla'd, "Who is her ass on tha phone with?" Her pimp. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch was like, "Thatz amazing. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch don't do dat wit anybody else." So dat happened. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! And then her ass flatlined n' our crazy-ass asses was losin her muthafuckin ass.
Da dizzle I went home, dat was tha dizzle they was goin ta pull dat shit. They was sayin they phatbyes n' all dat shit. I holla'd, "Muthafucka, I be never goin ta say phatbye ta yo thugged-out ass. If you straight-up wanna go, her ass straight-up missed her dad, so I holla'd, "If you wanna go, be wit dad, go. Just know dat I ludd you hella, straight-up much." I had dis straight-up positizzle feelin dat everythang was goin ta be OK. I landed up in Hawaii. By tha time I holla'd mah phatbyes. Not mah phatbyes, mah I ludd you, I be bout ta peep you later, dat kind of thang, I jumped on tha airplane ta go ta Hawaii. They was scheduled ta pull tha plug while I was up in tha air.
So muthafuckin right when I landed, I was expectin ta git a voicemail sayin shez gone. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So I landed n' I had a voicemail from her brutha saying, "Brutha, call mah crazy ass back muthafuckin right now, nahmeean?" So you can imagine whatz goin all up in mah head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I was like, "What be I goin ta do, biatch? How tha fuck be I goin ta take this?'"And so I called his ass back, tha doctor came up in n' he saw somethang n' he wants ta try some treatment on her ta peep if it works. From there her ass slowly started ta git better. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Slowly. Eventually her ass came outta her coma n' her ass started havin memory problems n' her ass couldn't remember cuz of tha accident. Thatz how tha fuck much damage her ass had ta her frontal lobe. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had memory problems. I was muthafuckin tha straight-up original gangsta thug dat her ass talked to. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was breathang, breathang. When I talked ta her, I would say, "Muthafucka, do you know whoz ass dis is?" I knew her ass knew whoz ass it was cuz her breathang would pick up. I was like, "Relax, chill. Breathe slowly. Breathe slowly." And then, dat was when her ass first started ta drop a rhyme was dat conversation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I was like, "Muthafucka, I ludd yo thugged-out ass. I gots a straight-up boner fo' yo thugged-out ass." Straight-up slightly her ass holla'd, "I ludd yo thugged-out ass."
SI: Was dat muthafuckin right when you gots back?
TE'O: Then her ass started ta make progress.
SI: This is unbelievable.
TE'O: As her ass started ta make progress. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had her phat days fo' realz. And then tha next dizzle she'd say, "Muthafucka mah back is sore. I can't feel dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Somethang is wrong. I don't give a fuck whatz wrong. My fuckin chest is burning." And shiznit like dat n' like dis n' like dat y'all. They holla'd dat they took her up in n' ran some blood tests n' thatz when they found leukemia. From dat hospizitizzle her ass was treated fo' cizzla n' then her ass went ta St. Jude's. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was up in St. Judez n' then her ass went ta another hospizitizzle.
TE'O: I talked ta [her gang yesterday]. I cried. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I cried at 12 noon yesterdizzle fo' realz. At 9 a.m. California time.
SI: Biatch was buried up in California?
TE'O: Biatch was always up in California yo. Her gang is from Hawaii but they live up in California.
SI: Where did you hook up her up in California?
TE'O: Biatch muthafuckin came ta one of tha game. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch saw mah crazy ass at one of tha game.
SI: October 15, I assume is USC?
TE'O: That was up in November. But her ass saw mah crazy ass all up in tha USC game of mah sophomore year. Our thugged-out asses was still just playas, our crazy-ass asses was acquaintizzles.
SI: Where did her ass live then?
TE'O: Carson.
SI: Da funeral steez was up in Carson, biatch? At 9 a.m., a cold-ass lil closed casket?
TE'O: Yes yes y'all. Da gang was spittin some lyrics ta me, what tha fuck tha plans was n' at 9 they closed tha casket n' shiznit like dat n' like dis n' like dat y'all.
SI: Where was you at noon yesterday?
TE'O: It was kind of muthafuckin slick timing. I was gettin mah reps n' up in mah mind I holla'd, "What time is it, biatch? What time is it?" It was slick timing. Right when coach was like,"All right, second crew git it," I turned ta his ass n' was like, "Coach what tha fuck time is it?" Dude holla'd, "It aint nuthin but 12:01." As I strutted back ta tha (inaudible) I just cried.
SI: I just wanna make sure. Lennay had a iPizzy. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch freestyled a seriez of 12 lettas ta you every last muthafuckin Fridizzle before a game. Who read these ta yo slick ass?
TE'O: Her brutha and her sister. Noa is her twin brutha.
SI: How tha fuck long was each letter?
TE'O: It was on some page.
SI: That is ghon be one of tha thangs you look forward to.
TE'O: Her lyrics run all up in mah head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! One of tha lyrics up in her letter was, "Muthafucka, afta every last muthafuckin quarter, instead of lookin around, close yo' eyes n' give props ta tha Heavenly Father fo' another quarter n' focus yo ass. Just focus on tha here n' now, nahmeean?"
Editorz note: On Nov. 30, Thamel did a gangbangin' follow-up rap battle wit Te'o fo' SI Presentz bowl issue yo. Dude reiterated tha rap bout tha iPizzy lettas n' how tha fuck one of tha siblings would read tha letter of tha week up loud ta them. Da supposed gang went all up in enough painstakin detail ta say dat her brutha spelled his name Noa.
TE'O: "Da last letter I received was afta tha Stanford game n' her ass freestyled one mo' fo' tha ballin' game. They (one of tha siblings) would read it fo' mah crazy ass before tha game n' bust it ta mah crazy ass so I can read dat shit."
TEAMMATE CIERRE WOOD
SI: So Manti stood up up in front of tha crew?WOOD: Dude stood up up in front of tha crew n' busted some lyrics ta our asses what tha fuck happened. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! It was on tha field. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude busted some lyrics ta us, "I ludd you guys." Our thugged-out asses gots his back. Our thugged-out asses always had his back, we've always had his back since he came in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And thatz not goin ta chizzle.
SI: Yo ass pimps is there fo' his muthafuckin ass yo. How?
WOOD: I mean, everyone was textin n' callin his muthafuckin ass. I be pretty shizzle he didn't want a shitload of gangstas at his condo. If I come up mah door n' turn muthafuckin right I be at his fuckin lil' door. I was over there chillin wit his ass n' rappin' ta him, spittin some lyrics ta his ass everythang would be OK. I couldn't imagine if anythang like dat happened ta mah girl. It was straight-up, straight-up tough on his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude had all his bruthas there ta keep his head up n' keep his ass focused.
SI: Tell mah crazy ass bout tha scene.
WOOD: Da whole time, I be just chillin there asking, "Would I be able ta do it?" I don't be thinkin I would have, knowin how tha fuck much I ludd mah girl. I would be so distraught bout dat shit. I would be so down up in tha dumps I wouldn't know what tha fuck ta do yo. Dude held his dirty ass together n' our crazy-ass asses gave his ass all tha time dat he needed ta git up what tha fuck he wanted ta say, what tha fuck he needed ta say yo. Dude left it like dat n' like dis n' like dat y'all. It was all up in tha circle. I don't give a fuck how tha fuck long it was.
DALTON HILLIARD, A HIGH SCHOOL TEAMMATE WHO PLAYED AT UCLA
SI: Tell mah crazy ass bout Lennay.HILLIARD: Biatch was a straight-up supportive, gangbangin horny individual. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was all bout Dogg n' prayer n' bein able ta have faith. Me n' her never kicked it wit up in person. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. But I felt like dis was a testament ta whoz ass her ass was. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch would still text n' tweet mah crazy ass before mah game. Dope luck brutha. Dope thang up there todizzle.
Da fact dat her ass would do dat fo' some muthafucka her ass never met. Da fact dat [Manti] n' I is such pimped out playaz n' bruthas. Who her ass was n' be as a person. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Pleasure fo' mah crazy ass ta know her muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch done cooked up mah dopest playa such a aiiight man, itz somethang dat done cooked up mah crazy ass a aiiight playa as well.
FATHER PAUL DOYLE, RECTOR OF MANTI'S DORM, DILLON HALL
I was surprised ta hear bout it on tha news. No one had called me, n' I be tha crew chaplain fo' Doggz sakes. It was a surprise ta mah dirty ass. Yo ass aint gots ta put dat up in tha article. I was at practice two days last week. They typically practice 20 ta 24 periodz a thugged-out day. I stay fo' five n' stand there n' watch. Last few weeks I have stood on tha defensive field.Dude bigged up mah dirty ass. I don't wanna be a thugged-out distraction. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude waved ta mah crazy ass n' he did last week. I had no idea what tha fuck he was carryin wit his ass all up in tha time.
I had tha other chaplain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude didn't give a fuck bout it either yo. Dude holla'd I be watchin tha same stupid-ass thang. To lose em two gangstas. I be thinkin I had kicked it wit tha ho. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be thinkin her ass had been here visitin tha year before yo. Dude might have even axed mah crazy ass ta pray fo' a game condizzle dat her ass had. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! That soundz vaguely familiar yo, but I know her ass was a funky-ass dope person. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I had no idea it was thuglife threatenin fo' realz. And then shez gone.
Our thugged-out asses prayed fo' em Sundizzle night by name, as our crazy-ass asses do every last muthafuckin muthafucka dat loses a cold-ass lil close relative. Of course Manti wasn't there. I be goin ta give his ass a cold-ass lil card sayin tha pimpz of Dillon Hall is prayin fo' Mrs. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Santiago n' fo' Lennay.
MARK THESING, TEAM CHAPLIN FOR ROAD GAMES
I checked wit (Jack Klunder), Director of Footbizzle Operations n' our crazy-ass asses was rappin back n' forth. Thursdizzle night. Friday. Our thugged-out asses done cooked up special mention of dat durin tha mass. Unfortunately, I've been wit tha crew a fuckin shitload of times wit dirtnaps fo' realz. As a matter of fact, therez been three other incidents.Anytime at Notre Dame, our crazy-ass asses brang dat ta faith, our crazy-ass asses brang dat ta prayer. I be thinkin it was blingin ta Manti n' ta his cold-ass crewmates n' bein there n' recognizin dat dis is somethang dat our crazy-ass asses gots a higher juice fo' ta deal wit these issues.
BOB DIACO, NOTRE DAME DEFENSIVE COORDINATOR
I was basically wit his ass when he gots tha call bout his stupid-ass ho. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude was distraught, as you would imagine fo' realz. And a hour later he was at practice distraught. But you know, he compartmentalized what tha fuck he needed ta yo. Dude wasn't focused on his dirty ass yo. Dude was focused on his dirty ass n' was focused on what tha fuck em gangstas would want his ass ta do up in dat moment n' he was focused on his cold-ass crewmates n' up in general."Everyone dat I ludd here is over there. I be goin ta be wit them." Thatz what tha fuck he holla'd ta tha crew. Basically, he explained tha tragedy dat happened n' explained dat why he was here n' why he was blingin dat he was wit them.
Everyone loves Manti. Whatever he needs. Everyone be all in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. It aint nuthin but tha culture of dis crew. Everyone be all in.
BRIAN KELLY, NOTRE DAME HEAD COACH
Like no circumstizzlez dat I can remember up in 22 muthafuckin years dat a lil' playa has been hit wit incredible shizzle just before practice fo' realz. And when I smoke up bout it, n' I come outta tha meetin room, therez 10 playas around him, chillin wit his muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Supportin his muthafuckin ass. I axed all tha playas ta go back ta they meetings n' I sat wit his ass n' Robby Toma, his close playa. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Our thugged-out asses spent a lil time n' I brought his ass up here ta mah crib. Take yo' time ta rap ta yo' gang up in here by yo ass yo. Dude did dat fo' bout a hour. I came back up in n' busted some lyrics ta his ass ta take tha dizzle n' hang up in here n' take a nap.I need ta be around tha gangstas I wanna be around. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I need ta be at practice. If thatz how tha fuck you feel, you need ta rap ta tha crew n' tell em why yo ass is up here. Yo ass need ta tell em why yo ass is here. Our thugged-out asses stretched n' broke em down n' brought em together n' Manti busted some lyrics ta tha crew why he was up there n' how tha fuck blingin all of em were.
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