Young Jeezy Sued For No-Show At Concert In The Virgin Islands

    Young Jeezy has been sued for bailing on Summer Splash 2011, which took place on June 18th in the Virgin Islands.

    According to TMZ, organizers Paid 4 Entertainment made a deal with Jeezy to appear at the show back in March. Twelve days before the event, Jeezy’s people told them that he “might” have a conflict and “was considering not appearing” at the gig.

    Paid 4 negotiated to have Jeezy appear the following day (June 19th), paying for a private jet so that the transportation wouldn’t be an issue. But according to the company, Jeezy didn’t make the flight and his reps called to cancel his appearance.

    The company is suing Jeezy for $75,000 in damages as well as fraud.

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    6 thoughts on “Young Jeezy Sued For No-Show At Concert In The Virgin Islands

    1. Fuck Young Jeezy, nigga aint had a hot song in a minute. He aint been right since the nigga tried to go at the Bawse. Shows how stupid this nigga is 75 big ones and the nigga didn’t show up. Jeezy washed up.

      Bawse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    2. LOYALTY IS TO DIE FO’

      Loyalty is to die fo’
      Ride fo’-Loccishness is what we live fo’
      Loccishmenn don’t cry tho’,
      We shed tearz with bullet’z,
      And say goodbye Ho’,
      Loyalty is to die fo’,
      Pookie-Loc sent me on this loccish mission
      For there’z no reason to lie fo’
      Too many has been told,
      Since your coward telling everything (C.T.E.) started Lil Jay
      Oh I forgot Young Breezy,
      Fucc it you’re sleezy
      Don’t appease these Loccish Gee’z
      Far too much real talk has been held back,
      It’z time to real talk on fake actz
      Tha Loccish Riderz has arrived,
      For tha gatz will go clicc clacc
      What set you from?….
      If you even think this trippin…
      Busta, it’z more like 2011 Loccish Lifestyle Crippin’
      Your appearance know you’re a made up bitch
      Tha Fedz and you know you’re a rat that snitched
      Real Street dwellerz know a conspiracy theory is way hard to ditch
      You move your X-Mas give away in “09” from Unionville gym,
      Wanting to know who was talking shit
      For every set in tha city know you’re a disreputable bitch
      You’re not a Gangsta-Mac City mascot,
      Actin’ as you lived thru’ tha real streetz of Mu’Cunga Jungle
      Knowin’ nothin’ about gangbang rumblez
      All that fake kiccin’ it in Macon on your DVD,
      Wanting tha locz to boost your street cred
      This is tha first and last shot,
      From tha bullet that you got shot
      Truthfully spoken by tha real,
      Behind tha doors of steel
      Only a rat will continuously rep ratz on traccz
      A wise Loccish O.G. once told me,
      You cheese eating mu’fucca’z run in paccz
      O-Dog not from menace,
      More like faggot ass Chauncey,
      Now that’s a fact
      Big Meech won’t speak on yall bustaz
      I feel his penalism,
      So tha world need to know,
      Dare not to trust ya’
      Even Ricc & Gunplay shot you with a nina ross verse
      For now let me continue exposing this realism
      You never knew of me in tha background,
      On tha first mark killa tracc
      Damn,
      Way back then I had Pookie Loc back
      Loyalty is to die fo’
      Loccish Lifestyle Continuez in locomotion is a fact
      How your heart beat truebluefully?,
      And never spoke on Tookie
      Is this tha same ab-liv on how you rep tha “C”,
      From a set out of tha Mac-Town
      But don’t know tha Loc by Pookie
      Tha real streetz rebuke you,
      Your livelihood is in tha name of Ellerbee “Kink-B”
      You don’t have to ask your friend
      You and I know he know me,
      Tha love of tha struggle is tha hustle
      For we all got hustle expertise,
      But for yourself Loccish gangsterism you need to be at ease
      I know you’re from tha heart of Georgia,
      But we both know your heart is not one of tha beatz,
      That makez Georgia beat ganstably
      You know shit come back to bit you in tha ass
      Tha home “LD” said…
      This is tha life
      From Third Street (3rd) thru’ tha Thorpe (Oglethorpe) up on Duncan (Duncan Blocc),
      To Cripville (Unionville) all tha way to Killa Hill (Hellvue) even some in tha field (Bloomfield)
      912 reputablez who hit up Double “L’s”
      Coochie Lame they don’t have to discourage you,
      But don’t let your non lyrical rap fame encourage you
      From Drama to Drama Young Sleezy,
      You kissed Coochie Lame azz
      Jus like a bitch that sit on dicc’z to get more cash,
      And a hood pass
      Money don’t buy Loccish Gee’z heart
      For we know love will surpass
      Your not Biggie and I’m not Pac
      Your Not JaRule and I’m Not Fifty
      This is way deeper than Realitypoetry and Rap
      For tha Loccishman in me know what took course
      Now for you it’z no remorse
      It’z street shame instead of fame
      Strapped up shawty,
      We hear now this is your name
      Fucc you wanna “C” and that wanna “B”
      Who’s reality never lived tha livelihood of tha gangbang
      Loccish Tiniez live to bang
      This isn’t no subliminal message
      This is reality poetry at it’z finest
      Never a rapper-for I am no actor
      “Love is tha bond between one and another”,
      “Loyalty is to keep anything from coming in between that bond”
      For that’z why you despise Love,
      And didn’t keep it Loyal with those many men
      Loyalty is dead without tha life of Love,
      To give it tha life line it needz to breathe
      Disloyalty has become tha rule,
      And not tha exception
      Loyalty is to die Fo’
      I salute tha General Pookie Loc
      Coming to tha streetz soon,
      Resurrected from tha pen,
      With tha deathless courage heart of Jesus
      For your disloyalty is a real street sin,
      To tha life of tha game
      Double “L” is tha way of life I continue
      For MR. BIGMANN is tha name
      Loccishmenn don’t live in vain

      “To be loyal is to know how to be real. To be real is to be loyal”.
      MR. BIGMANN/ Reality poetry
      Check Out MR BIGMANN Street Gangstoetry: O.G. Rated (Loyalty is to Die Fo’)

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