I really thought he was bout that life. 2 yrs after it dropped, I went to LA for the summer. I was 15. I went to a park to shoot some hoops and a nikka started pickin on me. I told him to shut the fukk up, then 4 of his homies surrounded me and my cousin, who lived out there. One of the nikkaz grabbed me in my collar and I started thinkin to myself that i was bout to be killed, so i looked at my cousin wit a crackin voice and tears runnin down my eyes and told him "Man, call Dre"
thinkin that if they thought if i knew Dr. Dre, they'd be like
Maaaan, them nikkaz laughed and the nikka that had me by the collar punched me twice in the stomach and slapped me when i raised up. He was like "Dont let them records get u fukked up. That nikka aint no G"
Right then and there, I knew never to be scared of any rapper not named C-Murder
thinkin that if they thought if i knew Dr. Dre, they'd be like
Maaaan, them nikkaz laughed and the nikka that had me by the collar punched me twice in the stomach and slapped me when i raised up. He was like "Dont let them records get u fukked up. That nikka aint no G"

Right then and there, I knew never to be scared of any rapper not named C-Murder




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"shut the fukk up"
"what?"
