duckbutta
eienaar van mans
breh you can't say this and not drop the story. That's disrespectful breh...
When I had just moved to the dallas area...i was in the street doing typical ignorant street shyt...selling drugs...other stuff...
...anyway i was running with this dude and we were at these guys he knew house...two lil wild ass nikkas...so one of their phones ring...and then the other ones phone rings...and this goes on for about 30 min or so...finally one of them says something like "who the fukk is this at this 214 number playing on my phone" and the other guy looks and is like "oh shyt i am getting the same number to"...so instantly these nikkas know something is up and i am starting to catch up because them nikkas had just robbed some cats around that time for like a brick and a half...and these dudes didn't know shyt about drugs...they brought the shyt to me and my friend like "what can yall do with this 
"...thank god i didn't touch none of that shyt...anyway, we go to the window and start looking around...and it dark to...and there is this old ass crown vic parked right below where they stayed...literally the window was right on top of it...so all of a sudden i see a blue light buzz...and one of dudes phone rings...I'm like
...so i tell them and sure enough the blue light lights up and the other guy phone rings...Man that shyt had me shook...I don't know why because i been in way worse shyt than having a nikka play with my phone...and it wasn't even my phone
...but just how it looked, and how raggedy it was...and how brazen the nikkas was to just pull up right to the spot like that...man that shyt had death all over it...i could smell it...i kept waiting for the door to open and the reaper to come out...So i dip out...and i mean... i went to them nikkas balcony, down the back steps, and down some side streets...and just sat at a gas station and chilled...after awhile my homeboy call me like "nikka the fukk you at?
" so i go back to the spot because he is my ride and first thing i notice is that the car is gone so i am like 
...i tell my homeboy about what happened and we are both like 
when the other two nikkas pop up from the bedroom on some expendable shyt...pistol in hand pistol in waist big ass pump getting slammed in a bag...and them nikkas was like "yall ready?" "I'm like... for what?" One of the dudes was like "man we need to get them before they get us...i went outside and shot some rounds in the air and they left but they know where we stay so they gonna be back, we need to get them before they get us..." "I'm like nikka i don't know you...i didn't rob them nikkas with you i aint getting invovled in this shyt"...both them nikkas roasted me on some "man duckbutta we know you put in that work before why you being a bytch now..." and the shyt just hit me like a ton of bricks...how stupid this shyt was...them nikkas ended up with a brick and half...that's it...probably couldn't get 15 grand for it...lil nikkas down to die over 15 grand...Me and my homeboy dipped on out...man i thought a car was following us...i made up some lame ass lie about how i was messing with a chick in that area, had him drop me off close to an apartment complex...and smotth walked about a mile and half home in the dead of night...
shyt had me paranoid for weeks, had me sleeping with a loaded gun...i would get up in the middle of the night and check my place...i wouldn't go out after dark because i was scared somebody would be waiting for me...i lost a crazy amount of weight and my hair started falling out...shyt...had...me...shook
in the end, there was never a car following me and my homeboy back...he still around doing a lil bit of stuff but nothing like what we were doing before...nobody ever came after me...how could they...the dude in the car calling the other two dudes had no idea who the fukk i was and never seen me...
It was just something about the way that long as car was sitting in the dark like that...and the way that shyt let up...and the way dudes phone was ringing...and how ready them lil nikkas was to pop somebody...man...like i said...i could smell...i could taste death...
starting pouring my heart and soul into my shytty little helpdesk job...aint messed with no street shyt since then...
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when you said the dudes come out the room on some 'Expendables' shyt, I wouldn't have been down for that either. No way. Jack moves and bullshyt like that....I'll walk out of the room when people start talking like that, or I just won't be hanging with scum like that in the first place. Those dudes weren't coming for you though. Yeah, everyone that plays with robbing and setting people up, never ends well, I know a dude that got killed trying to run in someones house, just dirty shyt. If I left the house, I would not have came back, I would have called a cab. I've told the story on when my house got hit up before on here...but there's a lot of others. 
