SOOOOOOOOOOOO... Im at the G-Unit Offices and I'm just chillin waiting to fly back home... I was there for 4 days... I already did a couple photoshoots and a few studio sessions, so today I was leaving to head back home to handle other business at my headquarters. Fif walks in and is talking to the staff and he gets last minute news tht Yayo wouldn't be able to get into London for the next concert at the Hammersmith. He looks over at me and says, tell them to put Rod on the rider, he'll hypeman for me... Print off the set list so he can go over all the songs and learn all the lyrics... He was like "you cool with that??" Im like "hell yeah lets get it"... Now mind you, the show was in 2 days so I had 2 days to learn the whole set. I've never hyped for Fif before so this shyt was nerve-wracking already, cus I didnt want to fukk up... So they change my flight and I stay in NyC...
So one of the interns prints off the set list.........
MANNNNNNNNNN THAT MUTHAFUKKA HAD 30+ SONGS ON IT
I was like, mannnnnnnn I gotta commit from now, til we perform, to learning allll these joints word for word. Now obviously I knew the singles like "In Da Club" and
"WANKSTA"
Sooooo I was focusing on the other joints that I only knew certain parts of... I stay up all night, the next day and next night learning all these records like the back of my dikk... And I'm hella confident at this point cus I went hard, probably too hard... You know when you overthink or over-do some shyt to the point where you end up fukkin up your whole shyt anyway? Anyways..... So....
The day comes we fly out to London from NYC. The whole flight Im rehearsing these joints and im feeling real good... We land and Im super excited, cuz this is my first time in London... It was helllla gloomy and shyt but I wasnt trippin cus its London... Hoes was lookin real nice from the flight to the telly... I forget where we were staying but that shyt was crazy.. You know Fif always gets taken care of like a boss nikka should... So now Im in the room and its still alll business.. Im rehearsing all these tracks and still I feel confident like a muhfukka.....
Showtime is approaching and we all meet up at the designated area... We go over the intro a few times and I have it down 100%, so we head to backstage, greenroom area.. Now in the greenroom was hellla goods....
chicken wings
barbeque chips
Hennessy
Pawgs waiting for photos outside
etcetera....
Now I dont know about the rest of yall nikkas but I like to take a shot and/or have a few cocktails to take the edge off before a show. shyt, I even drink during the damn show cus it keeps me loose... Especially in this type of situation where it was 5k+ people and my first time Hypeman-ing for Fif... The problem is..... Fif doesn't smoke or drink SOOOOOOOO, he doesn't like when nikkas do that shyt around him... So Im over here starin at the Hennessy and Goose for hella long like
I contemplate, then look over at Fif lke
Turn my head hella quick back to the Hennessy like
Turn back around to Fif and this nikka catch me like
Im like
.. fukk it lemme chill and grab these wings and try to get a lil Barbeque buzz or somethin.... WRONG BET
This wasn't the time to be trying to perform 100% sober because I've never done that shyt before and I'm a solid performer if ya ask me
Sooooooo showtime comes up and WhooKid drops the Intro track I hit the stage to do the intro before Fif comes out... I murder the intro so I'm feelin goood.. The crowd is going wild and this shyt is feeling amazing..
After the intro 'What up Gangsta" drops and the Hammersmith goes HAMMMMMMMMMMMMM!! Fif runs out super Brolic and this shyt feels like a fukkin movie!! Im energetic hittin all the adlibbs and shyt and everything is all good... Now its so loud, I cant even hear myself and I feel like the mic is missing some of my words and shyt but i might be trippin.. 7 mins into the performance they actually switched my mic out for another one and this one seems to be working fine...
Now "Wanksta" drops and the crowd loses it even more.. everything going fine and for some reason Im mixing words in the fukkin hook up.. Usually as time goes by, you get more comfortable... I still had fukkin butterflies and shyt and now im focusin on what words to say next and shyt.. now Im finished, I can already feel it cuz I saw fif look over a couple times already like wtff... Im mixin up "stop frontin", and "pop somethin" and "got nuthin" and all kinds of shyt.. Im gettin hellla sad cuz this aint a good look..
At the same time im feelin like the mic is still shady so Im pointin at the mic when he looks at me.... I fukk up again and This nikka stops the music...
My Insides were like
but i looked calm... This nikka says something on the mic (I've suppressed certain parts of the story to keep my sanity)
He grabs the mic from me and says "Get the fukk off the stage.. aint nothin wrong with these mics nikka
I mob off the stage heeelllla sad and mad at the same time cus i fukked up and i felt hella embarrassed.... Then he starts checking the mics and says "These mics all good, If I cant do it then.." Then "If I cant" drops and the crowd goes crazy... Now im standing at the back of the stage heeeeeeated ready to go back to my room cuz i felt hella stupid but they convince me to stay cus, leaving would have looked hella shady... So Fif murders the show and puts on a stellar performance as always...
We head back to the back room and he pulled me aside and said "I did that to you cuz you gotta be able to be ready to handle pressure, I hope this was a learning experience... This is just the beginning..." Then he put his arm around me and we all walked back to the Van to head back to the telly. It was a lesson learned and definitely an unforgettable experience.... Looking back, Im glad Worldstar wasn't around cus the amount of people who actually saw the video was pretty limited compared to now..
(Hopefully they don't do a rewind clip of the week of this shyt)
Soooooo we went back to the hotel and I had to take my stress out on something
There were some fans in the lobby and I offered to give a couple of them a cool little tour of my room...
Long story short we ordered room service, got drunk and I blew both of their backs out like a stressed out real nikka is supposed to...
Bright side of a dusty situation... So yeah thats the London story... hope I didnt forget shyt, im a lil tired, bout to hit these streets... Holla at a nikka with any questions
Love my Coli nikkas and niggettes...