Diddy put the paws on drake??? Update- Diddy yells take that take that after smacking drizzy

[Food Mane]

Ciroc has market share and no offense but Drake doesn't push product like that.

If it was a startup maybe but its got brand loyalty now and multiple skews.

Dieago marketing budget and warchest >>>> a scorned disgruntled rapper

Stop using words and terms you sort of understand.

 

[Still FloW]

at the thought of this all

somewhere Bhris Breezy like ''i aint have to whoop yung angels ass for smashin Kakarot no more''

 

[Rice N Beans]

Canada Dry.

 

[The_King_of_Everything]

*waits for drake to drop song at 4am dissing chris Diddy JIGGA and Gambino but not saying any names*

 

[ThaRealness]

He'll make a song and name it 6am In The Hospital

"Shawty Im in the hospital, but I just wanna be with youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

 

[Commander in Chiefin]

He'll make a song and name it 6am In The Hospital

" Me and my crew Liv'in up at fontainebleau, 3 O 5 am on the way to the hospital"

 

[Cynic]

Stop using words and terms you sort of understand.

I'm in the business of client acquisition and raising capital. This is something I actually do and know a lot about....


What's the last pre-IPO you bought or brokered ? :pharrell:


What's the last company/property you helped finance ? :pharrell:


Anything else but when it comes to marketing just :nateholdon:


Go ahead breh....tell us how big ya list of investors/VIP list is ?:wiz:


How much money do ya employees make? :madiba:

 

[High quality poster]

Drake gonna be like "fukk Ciroc man, drink dat Effen shyt brehs"

<<<---- 50's reaction
It's da Unit!

 

[Niqqa You Gay]

Drake is proabbly like me, a not tough cat that thinks it's easy to be tough when the need arises
Mike Tyson ruined about 4 years of my life.
I really loved the way he fought, the peak-a-boo style. I never had any boxing training of my own, but i figured if i got in a fight my studying of Tyson fights would be all the training i needed.

One day in school i was hawkin luiges into textbooks and dropping them from the 3rd floor window onto people's heads below. I hit Beasley Mayfield, I large black girl with a jherri curl and stature of a large industrial brick pizza oven. She challenged me to a duel after school, to which I obliged. When we began our waltz she looked me up and down and then i immediately got into my shuffle. I held my fists close to my chin and bobbed and weaved to get into her inside as she threw wild overhand strikes. I envisioned myself as a perfectly chiseled Brooklyn killer ready to eviscerate my victim when her fist punched the back of my hands, knocking my knuckles right into my nose and slightly gapped teeth. I dropped them for an instant as the bottom of her palm and wrist crashed into my nose. I instantly began to smell sulfur and bacon as salty discharges gathered in my eyes, making them fog up and my vision impaired. Beasley then took her fist and slammed it into the top of my head, much like a cartoon gorilla wacking a mole into the hole from which it came. The impact of my head being pushed into my throat made me involuntarily say "KAAAAACKKK"

I dropped to the pavement as a heard a collective "AWWWWWWDAYUUMM" from the hecklers that encircled us. This was far different from the chants of awe in Caesar's Palace I envisioned at the start of this ruckus. As I lay on the ground nose numb with the feeling that the top of my skull had been cracked she grabbed my left pant leg and the left sleeve of my French Toast shirt and began to lift me off the surface. I began to feel the wind and see the faces of onlookers around me begin to spin around me rapidly, but they were not the ones that were moving in a circle. I wanted to scream and beg for her to stop swinging me for what seemed to be infinity, but I did not. When Beasley decided she wanted to stop she let me go on maybe the 18th revolution, and my limp body went flying into a pile of hamster cages.

The embarrassment was so great i had to transfer schools. But i couldn't understand how a style so graceful could be so ineffective against am uncoordinated brute

 

[doublenegative]

Drake is proabbly like me, a not tough cat that thinks it's easy to be tough when the need arises
Mike Tyson ruined about 4 years of my life.
I really loved the way he fought, the peak-a-boo style. I never had any boxing training of my own, but i figured if i got in a fight my studying of Tyson fights would be all the training i needed.

One day in school i was hawkin luiges into textbooks and dropping them from the 3rd floor window onto people's heads below. I hit Beasley Mayfield, I large black girl with a jherri curl and stature of a large industrial brick pizza oven. She challenged me to a duel after school, to which I obliged. When we began our waltz she looked me up and down and then i immediately got into my shuffle. I held my fists close to my chin and bobbed and weaved to get into her inside as she threw wild overhand strikes. I envisioned myself as a perfectly chiseled Brooklyn killer ready to eviscerate my victim when her fist punched the back of my hands, knocking my knuckles right into my nose and slightly gapped teeth. I dropped them for an instant as the bottom of her palm and wrist crashed into my nose. I instantly began to smell sulfur and bacon as salty discharges gathered in my eyes, making them fog up and my vision impaired. Beasley then took her fist and slammed it into the top of my head, much like a cartoon gorilla wacking a mole into the hole from which it came. The impact of my head being pushed into my throat made me involuntarily say "KAAAAACKKK"

I dropped to the pavement as a heard a collective "AWWWWWWDAYUUMM" from the hecklers that encircled us. This was far different from the chants of awe in Caesar's Palace I envisioned at the start of this ruckus. As I lay on the ground nose numb with the feeling that the top of my skull had been cracked she grabbed my left pant leg and the left sleeve of my French Toast shirt and began to lift me off the surface. I began to feel the wind and see the faces of onlookers around me begin to spin around me rapidly, but they were not the ones that were moving in a circle. I wanted to scream and beg for her to stop swinging me for what seemed to be infinity, but I did not. When Beasley decided she wanted to stop she let me go on maybe the 18th revolution, and my limp body went flying into a pile of hamster cages.

The embarrassment was so great i had to transfer schools. But i couldn't understand how a style so graceful could be so ineffective against am uncoordinated brute

This.........is thecoli.

 

[USSInsiders]

Two feminine ass nikkas fighting

Them nikkas probably smeared each other's make up

what's crazy is since diddy is bisexual he coulda raped drake and creampied him if he really wanted to. Woulda really added insult to injury

 

[Malik]

Its so many different sides to that story, Im believing Fif tho,Jarule was way to little at that time, the stabbing was real, but I doubt JaRule hung with 50 in a fight,nikkas say he got washed,Rule say he didnt, Im believing the bigger guy who KNOWS how to actually fight

Who says Ja got washed? 50's camp? That's not believable either. What else are they gonna say.

All I know is for 50 Cent being 5"11 220lbs and a boxer, he was always the one getting stabbed up and shot at when it came to Murder Inc.

 

[p00rky]

I guess Drake couldn't find a bathroom to run to

 

[Bledswole]

Who says Ja got washed? 50's camp? That's not believable either. What else are they gonna say.

All I know is for 50 Cent being 5"11 220lbs and a boxer, he was always the one getting stabbed up and shot at when it came to Murder Inc.

fukk you want him to do box a bullet?

 

[Saysumthinfunnymike]

Remember when Diddy was looked at as being one of the soft nikkas back in the 90s? Come to find out he's harder than anyone in the new generation