If I tweeted Chris Brown, it would go like...

Chris Brown: Oh yeah and for the haters out there, keep hating, it makes me stronger.

Mr. Solo: Sure can do u punkass nigga....No wonder ya nickname is Breezy, your easy to defeat. Only thing u eva beat was Rihanna n that doesn't make u strong enough to beat me...Or anyone who's real...And that's a fact Breezy, lol, believe me. My hate makes u scared, not strong...But I don't even hate u, I'm definetely not a fan. I mean ur a good musician, but I don't respect u as a man. We all make mistakes and can be forgiven for them. But u take those up with God and I'm not as giving as Him. So I still say...F U CB

Chris Brown: Shut the fuck up. Son, do u know what the fuck I can do to you bitch? Keep playing, u gon get hurt kid i got goon money so relax.

Mr. Solo: U said u got goon money, that means ya goons ain't on deck...U paying for ya goons which means u paying for respect. Oh Chris Brown, please be quiet..Before I go to ya concert and start a riot, before the Boys get the call like "There's been shot's fired"...Goons run in my bloodline and no, we're not for hire. So if I was you, I would stop pretending and just remain quiet. Pretend like I don't exist, b4 I FRONTPAGE you just so I could make the news.

Chris Brown: If I knock you out, u gonna sue & n that sucker ish but if I send some dudes to go check you I don't gotta get blamed. Come try that at my concert and y

you and your toy soldiers will get laid out...Even the fans will get at ya plus my goons...U crazy kid. Get ur weight up and your paper right. U probably can't even afford to go to my concert. Loser, step ya game up

Mr. Solo: If you knock me out, I'ma shoot myself for not being a man...But ur really not tough, only thing tough u do is dance. And I think I can help u with that.

Chris Brown: If u knew anything about me, u would know I box and kickbox...I'm a black belt u moron, find things out before you talk.

Mr. Solo: Listen Karate Kid, I'll punch a hole in ya chest so u could take a deep breath, next shot putchu on ya back cuz u didn't relax.

Chris Brown: All this gun talk, u ain't bustin nothing bro. Ur living fantasies kid. All talk. When I go outside or do a concert, you tough guys neva there.

Mr. Solo: C'mon superstar, I gotchu going hard? Lol talking about u wud get @ me n my team, "toy soldiers?" Soon from now, u'll b asking me to ghostwrite for u n ya squad cuz when I get on? I'ma make sure ya shit neva goes off...U soft. Definetely a bitch to me, ur SWEET! Sorta like the pussy u eat...I mean are, ur not close to real Dog. So I suggest u stop dm'in me like some sorta feen, talking all sorta shit...Like honestly, when u gonna c me? Trust, don't even be in the same spot as me.

Chris Brown: Nah, u won't get on. Good luck trying. All I gotta do is tell celebs not to mess with you and nobody will sign you. Why don't you come see me like u claimed? Come to my concert if u could afford it. Even if u came, u wouldn't do nothing and ya girl loves me.

Mr. Solo: I'll erase ya memory, replace it with metal B's...Those r bullets u see...N now I gotchu talking about hating on me? LOL I don't care if ur a black belt, ur not Bruce Leroy...n I Shonuff got enuff shooters to make u feel real BREEZY boy.

Chris Brown: Aiight tough guy...If you would've come at wit respect I could have even tried to help you with ya music situation but since u wanna talk shit, u are so useless. If u feel brave come to my show and bring your girl because I know she loves me.

Mr. Solo: I don't do music, I'm just it's future influence. Don't forget me Breeze, I'm the best writer to breath, quote me. But y wud my girl like u if u known for fucking up bitches when they get outta hand? She likes her life + I'm a real man so ur not ='ing me. C, I know how to handle the situation. Shake her up quick fast n that's that...U on the other hand, don't know how to react. Little boy, take a lesson from a grown man.