DetroitEWarren
Veteran
I was on the Westside last night at this chick family crib, I've known ole girl for about a year now. She hit me up, told me to pull up to her people crib (I've met them 2 or 3 times before) and have a few drinks. I slide thru.
I hope out my truck, of course my pistol is in my pocket, Glock 43 camouflage color. Small enough to fit in my pocket, but big enough to do damage. Not really a compact pistol, a lot bigger than the compact 22's or 25's. As soon as I get out, this big ass Suge Knight nikka is drunk and talking shyt, I'm under the impression he is just kicking it with people he knows, so I ain't pay it no attention. I go and hug ole girl, she pours me a drink, do I take my cup and I'm leaning up against the porch fukking with my phone. Ole girl runs in the house to get me a plate.
So, while I'm chilling outside, Suge lookin nikka was just rambling talking shyt, I hear a bunch of tough man shyt but ad I said, I'm under the impression he is kicking it with her uncle's. I'm looking up, absolutely no eye contact from dawg, so I had no reason to think anything was directed at me. He walked past me and said something that caught my attention, I can't remember what it was. I tell dawg I wasn't paying no attention, and asked him what did he say (it wasn't disrespectful but I knew it was directed at me). He says "it's probably better that you didn't hear it". So now I'm on tip. But trying to keep shyt cool, I just stare dawg down. Once again, no eye contact, nikka did t even look my way and bro was drunk as hell stumbling whole walking around. I let that shyt go.
5 minutes later, Suge lookin nikka says some wild shyt to her uncle. Calling dude all types of hoe ass nikkas. Suge lookin nikka got the telling her uncle to chill before he breaks his face and transforms his whole body and lil shyt like that, I'm like damn in my mind. He keeps going in on her unc, all this time I'm thinking that they knew each other and was just fukkin around.
Dawg keeps running his mouth and eventually left. So after dawg dipped, her unc tells me that he seen how I reacted after dude told me it was better that I didn't hear what he said. Her unc knows I don't play disrespect, so he wanted to thank me for not reacting. He showed me he had pistol on him too, and he knows I wanted to pop dawg. I told him that quote wasn't even serious enough for me to take it there.
Unc asked me if I heard the shyt he was saying when I had pulled up. I'm like hell naw, what was he saying? UNC straight told me that dawg was saying that he hates when new nikkas pop up thinking they tough, what he would do to a nikka my size, how he wanted smoke with whoever wanted to return smoke. And that shyt floored me.
God literally stepped in my head, and made sure I wasn't paying any attention to dude while he was running his mouth. UNC told me he didn't even know the nikka, and dawg was a new nikka who just moved in on their block. So all this time I was thinking he was just talking shyt amongst his folks, dawg was out there looking for a problem. A problem I would have willingly abd proudly gave to the fukk nikka. I wouldn't have marked dawg, definitely not worth life in prison, but I woulda shot dawg in the keg literally as soon as I noticed he was talking to me.
Ole unarmed ass nikka talking about throwing hands, woulda got his dumbass plugged with the quickness. I woulda took his money and Identification, I woulda looked him up by name, found his mama and kids information on the spot, and started telling him their addresses and what would happen if he told the police. I wouldn't have left the scene. I woulda stayed there, gave him a story to tell police, and called my man's to tell him to pull up to his family house untill the EMS comes to get bro off the grass. I woulda wrapped the nikka would for him too. I guarantee one thing, the nikka wouldn't have said shyt to the cops.
God really be having my back to keep me out of these situations. Thank God he understands me on that level. I've had so many experiences where God took me away from an upcoming problem I would negatively react to. God does not want me in prison bro
I hope out my truck, of course my pistol is in my pocket, Glock 43 camouflage color. Small enough to fit in my pocket, but big enough to do damage. Not really a compact pistol, a lot bigger than the compact 22's or 25's. As soon as I get out, this big ass Suge Knight nikka is drunk and talking shyt, I'm under the impression he is just kicking it with people he knows, so I ain't pay it no attention. I go and hug ole girl, she pours me a drink, do I take my cup and I'm leaning up against the porch fukking with my phone. Ole girl runs in the house to get me a plate.
So, while I'm chilling outside, Suge lookin nikka was just rambling talking shyt, I hear a bunch of tough man shyt but ad I said, I'm under the impression he is kicking it with her uncle's. I'm looking up, absolutely no eye contact from dawg, so I had no reason to think anything was directed at me. He walked past me and said something that caught my attention, I can't remember what it was. I tell dawg I wasn't paying no attention, and asked him what did he say (it wasn't disrespectful but I knew it was directed at me). He says "it's probably better that you didn't hear it". So now I'm on tip. But trying to keep shyt cool, I just stare dawg down. Once again, no eye contact, nikka did t even look my way and bro was drunk as hell stumbling whole walking around. I let that shyt go.
5 minutes later, Suge lookin nikka says some wild shyt to her uncle. Calling dude all types of hoe ass nikkas. Suge lookin nikka got the telling her uncle to chill before he breaks his face and transforms his whole body and lil shyt like that, I'm like damn in my mind. He keeps going in on her unc, all this time I'm thinking that they knew each other and was just fukkin around.
Dawg keeps running his mouth and eventually left. So after dawg dipped, her unc tells me that he seen how I reacted after dude told me it was better that I didn't hear what he said. Her unc knows I don't play disrespect, so he wanted to thank me for not reacting. He showed me he had pistol on him too, and he knows I wanted to pop dawg. I told him that quote wasn't even serious enough for me to take it there.
Unc asked me if I heard the shyt he was saying when I had pulled up. I'm like hell naw, what was he saying? UNC straight told me that dawg was saying that he hates when new nikkas pop up thinking they tough, what he would do to a nikka my size, how he wanted smoke with whoever wanted to return smoke. And that shyt floored me.
God literally stepped in my head, and made sure I wasn't paying any attention to dude while he was running his mouth. UNC told me he didn't even know the nikka, and dawg was a new nikka who just moved in on their block. So all this time I was thinking he was just talking shyt amongst his folks, dawg was out there looking for a problem. A problem I would have willingly abd proudly gave to the fukk nikka. I wouldn't have marked dawg, definitely not worth life in prison, but I woulda shot dawg in the keg literally as soon as I noticed he was talking to me.
Ole unarmed ass nikka talking about throwing hands, woulda got his dumbass plugged with the quickness. I woulda took his money and Identification, I woulda looked him up by name, found his mama and kids information on the spot, and started telling him their addresses and what would happen if he told the police. I wouldn't have left the scene. I woulda stayed there, gave him a story to tell police, and called my man's to tell him to pull up to his family house untill the EMS comes to get bro off the grass. I woulda wrapped the nikka would for him too. I guarantee one thing, the nikka wouldn't have said shyt to the cops.
God really be having my back to keep me out of these situations. Thank God he understands me on that level. I've had so many experiences where God took me away from an upcoming problem I would negatively react to. God does not want me in prison bro
