Had a gun pulled on me

[Sick Boy]

Some similar shyt happened to me a couple times

Once after the club I was wit my cousin and a homeboy, them nikkas had been fukkin wit some white bytches

after the club we went to the chicks crib(they stayed together) and both they baby daddies, both black

was already over there when we pulled up, apparently they was at the same club that night, the homeboy(naive and kinda scary type nikka, he ain't really scary but he the type that if you start some shyt with him he be kind of nervous and shyt but if he get mad and start some shyt with you he will have the upper hand) walked in the house first as me and my cousin followed, they tried to slam the door on us as we were walkin in but cuz had rammed the door back open before they could shut it, both the baby daddies was standin on each side of the door and one of them had a shotgun in his hand, no lie, cuz snatched that shyt out his hand like dude was a lil ass boy, one handed, "D, come on" and we left that bytch. I don't know what them nikkas was tryna pull but they was NOT about that kidnap life. My cousin ended up marrying that white bytch and they still together livin two houses down from me as we speakAnd he a crazy ass nikka, I call him the Black Stone Cold, a country ass, beer drinkin hood nikka, go fishin, huntin and all that shyt, boy, if i had a dolla for every night I seen him pull up on a nikka cussin somebody out waggin his head lookin just like Stone Cold i'd be a rich ass nikkawe used to pull up on nikkas in they neighborhood like it wasn't shyt, posed to been deadain't no way somebody woulda did us the way we did them


Another time some little short, stocky nikka wit cornrows tried to rob me in front of the mall. One of the only times I agree with Charlamagne when he say never trust a nikka that still wear cornrows(this was like 2012)nikka come up to me when I pulled up and got out the whip asking me for a newport, I gave the nikka one(that's where I fukked up,dont neva give a nikka nothin, nikkas think you sweet when you give em somethin), then he start small talkin askin me who I know, what side of the city im from. I asked the nikka if he knew Shine from the southside(my lil cuz) "Yeah I know Shine that's my boy there"Next thing I know this nikka talkin bout he need a ride to his vehicle, talkin bout his wife and kids is stranded(he was gon try to wait until we was in the car then pull his shyt out and have whatever) i'm like nikka I ain't takin you nowhere, my memory get a little blurry here because at this point we was finna get it in, starin each other down, im keepin my eye on this nikka at all times in case he try to pull his shyt out, seen some little hoopty pull up in a parkin space close to usand dude looked at the car and gave him a head nod like yeah this the one, at this point im like what nikka you think you finna rob mewe in the middle of the mall parkin lot and im waitin on this nikka to try and pull the tool on me so I can knock his fukkin head off his shoulders and he eventually walked away and i got in my shyt and pulled off, head on a swivel, see that nikka literally the next day on the northside, we was drivin pass each other muggin the shyt out each other, nikka look like he wanted to whip around in traffic on meI know imma run into that nikka again one day, city aint that big, got somethin for his ass this time doe

man I got hood stories for daysbut im just here for the fukkery

 

[Blackout]

It's called a karambit... it's very deadly.... this is on my shopping list...

Looks like something from Naruto

 

[ℒℴѵℯJay ELECTUA]

I own guns, breh. I know what a toy pistol feels like and I know what cold steel feels like. It was a real gun.

Did he hold it with both hands?
Did he grip it like how you hold a cock..that nice grip feeling?

 

[Momentum]

Yall boys must be superhero nikkas or something. I don't care if you a goon or if you strapped to the teeth. If someone gets the drop on you and draws down first what will you do? You think he not gonna light you up while you reaching for your piece?

Lack, brehs

 

[Draje]

I agree with that assesment... I always wanted to train in knife combat and shyt like that tho...

Do it. It's pretty fun. I've taken knife combat classes and it's better than nothing because you never know when you might need it.

A knife is also a huge advantage in a fist fight.

Main things you gotta remember if you pull a knife out is to stay compact (Swings and stance), know where the major arteries are, and so forth.

it probably won't help you in a regular fight though. People who are good at hurting people with knives aren't wired right. They're mostly criminals and killers so unless you're a savage, don't get involved in a knife fight.

 

[Draje]

Did he hold it with both hands?
Did he grip it like how you hold a cock..that nice grip feeling?

Nah, not quite as thick as mine so it was one handed till I put grabbed on it. I think he was on something because he screamed like a bytch when I grabbed it.

I'm just happy it didn't bust all over me.

You done with all this back and forth the gay imagery? I don't really give a fukk about it but you seem desperate for the attention..

 

[tru_m.a.c]

Got robbed at gunpoint for my phone back in september in Queens.

Just gave that shyt up with a nice smile and went on my merry way....
I aint getting shot for no samsung galaxy S6 lol...

And I got a new one for free cause it was insured so really it wasn't a big deal, just happy to of not been shot or maimed or killed.

What part?

 

[ℒℴѵℯJay ELECTUA]

Nah, not quite as thick as mine so it was one handed till I put grabbed on it. I think he was on something because he screamed like a bytch when I grabbed it.

I'm just happy it didn't bust all over me.

You done with all this back and forth the gay imagery? I don't really give a fukk about it but you seem desperate for the attention..

Close shop.

Thank you

Ciao

Xx

 

[Momentum]

Some similar shyt happened to me a couple times

Once after the club I was wit my cousin and a homeboy, them nikkas had been fukkin wit some white bytches

after the club we went to the chicks crib(they stayed together) and both they baby daddies, both black

was already over there when we pulled up, apparently they was at the same club that night, the homeboy(naive and kinda scary type nikka, he ain't really scary but he the type that if you start some shyt with him he be kind of nervous and shyt but if he get mad and start some shyt with you he will have the upper hand) walked in the house first as me and my cousin followed, they tried to slam the door on us as we were walkin in but cuz had rammed the door back open before they could shut it, both the baby daddies was standin on each side of the door and one of them had a shotgun in his hand, no lie, cuz snatched that shyt out his hand like dude was a lil ass boy, one handed, "D, come on" and we left that bytch. I don't know what them nikkas was tryna pull but they was NOT about that kidnap life. My cousin ended up marrying that white bytch and they still together livin two houses down from me as we speakAnd he a crazy ass nikka, I call him the Black Stone Cold, a country ass, beer drinkin hood nikka, go fishin, huntin and all that shyt, boy, if i had a dolla for every night I seen him pull up on a nikka cussin somebody out waggin his head lookin just like Stone Cold i'd be a rich ass nikkawe used to pull up on nikkas in they neighborhood like it wasn't shyt, posed to been deadain't no way somebody woulda did us the way we did them


Another time some little short, stocky nikka wit cornrows tried to rob me in front of the mall. One of the only times I agree with Charlamagne when he say never trust a nikka that still wear cornrows(this was like 2012)nikka come up to me when I pulled up and got out the whip asking me for a newport, I gave the nikka one(that's where I fukked up,dont neva give a nikka nothin, nikkas think you sweet when you give em somethin), then he start small talkin askin me who I know, what side of the city im from. I asked the nikka if he knew Shine from the southside(my lil cuz) "Yeah I know Shine that's my boy there"Next thing I know this nikka talkin bout he need a ride to his vehicle, talkin bout his wife and kids is stranded(he was gon try to wait until we was in the car then pull his shyt out and have whatever) i'm like nikka I ain't takin you nowhere, my memory get a little blurry here because at this point we was finna get it in, starin each other down, im keepin my eye on this nikka at all times in case he try to pull his shyt out, seen some little hoopty pull up in a parkin space close to usand dude looked at the car and gave him a head nod like yeah this the one, at this point im like what nikka you think you finna rob mewe in the middle of the mall parkin lot and im waitin on this nikka to try and pull the tool on me so I can knock his fukkin head off his shoulders and he eventually walked away and i got in my shyt and pulled off, head on a swivel, see that nikka literally the next day on the northside, we was drivin pass each other muggin the shyt out each other, nikka look like he wanted to whip around in traffic on meI know imma run into that nikka again one day, city aint that big, got somethin for his ass this time doe

man I got hood stories for daysbut im just here for the fukkery

Some similar shyt happened to my roommate in college. I lived in a 4 flat with a white guy, black guy, and native american. The native guy would be easily mistaken for black and by all means acted just like it.

We throw a party and somehow some random guys (black smh) who don't go to our school end up in our flat.

They keep asking people to use the bathroom and I'm like, "Nah, ain't no bathrooms here."

The way our flat was you had to go through the rooms to get to the bathroom and I wasn't unlocking my door for anyone.

So the party is dying down and I go upstairs. Ironically a white dude flashed a gun at us at this party because he thought we were with those dudes at our party. Apparently the randoms robbed one of the roommates for weed doing the same bathroom trick. I don't even flinch when I see the gun because really is someone going to shoot me when I live in the same building as him and see him everyday? I tell him, "You know where the fukk I live, you're welcome to search for your shyt if you think we have it." And that's that.

I go back to my flat and all the furniture is sprawled everywhere.

The native roommate (we'll call him Joe) is shirtless and breathing hard as hell.

Apparently my white roommate (we'll call him Andrew) opened his door and they tried to press him. Joe had to save him and fight them two on one. Some part in the scuffle Joe knocks the big random out momentarily and is able to go to his room and get his shotgun.

I listen to the whole story like

Joe finishes it with "by the way guys I have a shotgun"


EDIT: I read your second story. Similar shyt happened to me as well messing around with crazy ass "Joe." I hate cats who just have to show the hood love.

We go out one night and I'm the DD since I don't drink. Before we go out he keeps asking me if the club searches.

This is before the above story so I don't put two and two together

We make small talk with the locals and eventually two randoms keep asking for a ride. I'm mugging them but trying to be polite. We're all walking in the direction of my car.

Joe is in the cut already gripped up

Eventually the randoms see him gripped and just leave me alone. They didn't put us together until the see him standing by my car just staring at them.

Hood criminals man

 

[DontDoIt]

Well you're still alive @Draje and that's the most important thing.

I hope someone shoots those scumbags.

We can't be losing fellow Heat fans out here on these streets.



Please - no more craigslist. Just order through amazon or something if you value your safety.

 

[HoldThisL]

Yeah shyt is scary, I was about to get myself killed 2 years ago in Brooklyn. I was walking to my Aunt house in a area that I was familiar with and it was the fastest and safest way to get there. I hear guys arguing as I'm walking through and I think its no big deal because it all sounded like a bunch of typical bullshyt at first(If I recall it was over some chick from what I was hearing) . So I decided to continue to walk past two of the guys that were arguing Then I see that these guys were like 100 feet away from each other while arguing(it was two guys arguing with another two guys) and I'm like . That is when I felt my body heating up cause I knew something was about to happen cause they started getting more intense in their argument the faster I walked and the whole atmosphere felt weird.
I'm now up close to these two guys and as I'm about to past them all I see is them pulling out their pieces. I swear I paused for like 1 second and I'm like , then my ass started running the next second past them like I'm Usain Bolt. ( I hear the gunshots the second I start running too and I thought I was gonna get shot in the back or some shyt,) As I was running I was praying I wouldn't get shot and found a building to stay behind for a few seconds. I took the seconds to analyze the situation and it sounded like they were not even shooting at me but was shooting at the guys they were arguing with as they were still cursing and yelling at each other while firing . I'm pretty sure the other nikkas had pieces too . After 10 seconds, the shooting stopped and I see those nikkas run in the west direction away from me and I'm like . I was shaking like crazy and scared as hell .I then proceeded to speed walk north though before the cops came .

Stay Safe Brehs

 

[Clayton Endicott]

no lackin' at night fam, you need to keep a 360 view of your surroundings when simply goin to the corner store at night

i literally hit up the corner store around 1am-3am almost every other other day

usin a whip is basically putting urself in a corner if u dont have ya shyt in the car wit u..and a blade can only get u so far at that range

if u can ur better off walkin to the corner store if its close..at least then u have more room to gun-fu

Man the whip is a damn death trap. The number cats that done got caught slipping in them

 

[Mr Uncle Leroy]

I blame cac's for this, somehow.

they are to blame for a lot of things

A nikka pulled up on me and his gun wouldn't fire I lucked up.

what happened? where were you at? did you call the cops?

Don't feel bad, your instincts was to give the fukkboy that work. I was never robbed, but I was shot at and the shyt is surreal. I didn't "run" initially, as time kinda stopped

and I think I panicked and started looking around. 1 shot turned into 3 before I ran off with some boys I was with. After we had run a goddamn country mile, it hit me WAY later

what took place, and I got physically ill for a bit. We all react differently to that type of shyt, breh. You are ok, so its whatever. Hopefully you don't have the followup nightmare, though, cause

for a while I dreamed of a completely different outcome.

what happened? did you call the cops?

Had it happen to me twice.

First time was too young to understand what was really happening and didn't even flinch bc I was so naive. My boy wanted to go back to this nikkas crib with paintball guns

We almost did it too


Second time I truly was scared and stuck in a like trance. I couldn't move or speak. I wasn't scared but I was and I didn't think it was real either. idk it's hard to explain def don't wanna feel that feeling again

where at? did you call the cops?

I got caught up in a deal that was too good to be true over some great shrubbery for my personal garden.

Met at a gas station. Two dudes in the car. Everything seemed cool and the dudes were getting everything right when the white/Mexican dude in the passenger seat started acting like he was looking for a box of cigs.

It seems like it's taking a long time and the dude asks me if I see the cigs on the floor in the back seat. I look down, say nah, and then see the gun pointed at me.

Dude tells me to give him the money and I just grab the barrel of the gun to stop him from pointing it at me. I think I caught him off guard because he screamed at me to let it go and the guy in the driver seat started yelling because the barrel was aimed at him.

Dude is shoving me back (My shoe fell off in the car) as we're struggling and I start yelling that it's not worth it and other customers look over and start asking what's going on. The other dude gets out of the car (My back is to him) and the guy with the gun pulls it away from me but other customers start screaming "Does he have a gun, oh my god", the dude says we need to fukking go, and I'm too freaked out to pull my phone out to even record the license plate or anything.

They zoom off and my head is completely gone for like 20 minutes.

where did you find them? what if you run into them again? everything cool?

Got robbed at gunpoint for my phone back in september in Queens.

Just gave that shyt up with a nice smile and went on my merry way....
I aint getting shot for no samsung galaxy S6 lol...

And I got a new one for free cause it was insured so really it wasn't a big deal, just happy to of not been shot or maimed or killed.

how did it happen? did you call the cops? is it standard procedure, if you comply with them, they wont shoot?

Some similar shyt happened to me a couple times

Once after the club I was wit my cousin and a homeboy, them nikkas had been fukkin wit some white bytches

after the club we went to the chicks crib(they stayed together) and both they baby daddies, both black

was already over there when we pulled up, apparently they was at the same club that night, the homeboy(naive and kinda scary type nikka, he ain't really scary but he the type that if you start some shyt with him he be kind of nervous and shyt but if he get mad and start some shyt with you he will have the upper hand) walked in the house first as me and my cousin followed, they tried to slam the door on us as we were walkin in but cuz had rammed the door back open before they could shut it, both the baby daddies was standin on each side of the door and one of them had a shotgun in his hand, no lie, cuz snatched that shyt out his hand like dude was a lil ass boy, one handed, "D, come on" and we left that bytch. I don't know what them nikkas was tryna pull but they was NOT about that kidnap life. My cousin ended up marrying that white bytch and they still together livin two houses down from me as we speakAnd he a crazy ass nikka, I call him the Black Stone Cold, a country ass, beer drinkin hood nikka, go fishin, huntin and all that shyt, boy, if i had a dolla for every night I seen him pull up on a nikka cussin somebody out waggin his head lookin just like Stone Cold i'd be a rich ass nikkawe used to pull up on nikkas in they neighborhood like it wasn't shyt, posed to been deadain't no way somebody woulda did us the way we did them


Another time some little short, stocky nikka wit cornrows tried to rob me in front of the mall. One of the only times I agree with Charlamagne when he say never trust a nikka that still wear cornrows(this was like 2012)nikka come up to me when I pulled up and got out the whip asking me for a newport, I gave the nikka one(that's where I fukked up,dont neva give a nikka nothin, nikkas think you sweet when you give em somethin), then he start small talkin askin me who I know, what side of the city im from. I asked the nikka if he knew Shine from the southside(my lil cuz) "Yeah I know Shine that's my boy there"Next thing I know this nikka talkin bout he need a ride to his vehicle, talkin bout his wife and kids is stranded(he was gon try to wait until we was in the car then pull his shyt out and have whatever) i'm like nikka I ain't takin you nowhere, my memory get a little blurry here because at this point we was finna get it in, starin each other down, im keepin my eye on this nikka at all times in case he try to pull his shyt out, seen some little hoopty pull up in a parkin space close to usand dude looked at the car and gave him a head nod like yeah this the one, at this point im like what nikka you think you finna rob mewe in the middle of the mall parkin lot and im waitin on this nikka to try and pull the tool on me so I can knock his fukkin head off his shoulders and he eventually walked away and i got in my shyt and pulled off, head on a swivel, see that nikka literally the next day on the northside, we was drivin pass each other muggin the shyt out each other, nikka look like he wanted to whip around in traffic on meI know imma run into that nikka again one day, city aint that big, got somethin for his ass this time doe

man I got hood stories for daysbut im just here for the fukkery

lol what happened to the shotgun? did yall give it back? what did baby father to baby mama say now?

Some similar shyt happened to my roommate in college. I lived in a 4 flat with a white guy, black guy, and native american. The native guy would be easily mistaken for black and by all means acted just like it.

We throw a party and somehow some random guys (black smh) who don't go to our school end up in our flat.

They keep asking people to use the bathroom and I'm like, "Nah, ain't no bathrooms here."

The way our flat was you had to go through the rooms to get to the bathroom and I wasn't unlocking my door for anyone.

So the party is dying down and I go upstairs. Ironically a white dude flashed a gun at us at this party because he thought we were with those dudes at our party. Apparently the randoms robbed one of the roommates for weed doing the same bathroom trick. I don't even flinch when I see the gun because really is someone going to shoot me when I live in the same building as him and see him everyday? I tell him, "You know where the fukk I live, you're welcome to search for your shyt if you think we have it." And that's that.

I go back to my flat and all the furniture is sprawled everywhere.

The native roommate (we'll call him Joe) is shirtless and breathing hard as hell.

Apparently my white roommate (we'll call him Andrew) opened his door and they tried to press him. Joe had to save him and fight them two on one. Some part in the scuffle Joe knocks the big random out momentarily and is able to go to his room and get his shotgun.

I listen to the whole story like

Joe finishes it with "by the way guys I have a shotgun"


EDIT: I read your second story. Similar shyt happened to me as well messing around with crazy ass "Joe." I hate cats who just have to show the hood love.

We go out one night and I'm the DD since I don't drink. Before we go out he keeps asking me if the club searches.

This is before the above story so I don't put two and two together

We make small talk with the locals and eventually two randoms keep asking for a ride. I'm mugging them but trying to be polite. We're all walking in the direction of my car.

Joe is in the cut already gripped up

Eventually the randoms see him gripped and just leave me alone. They didn't put us together until the see him standing by my car just staring at them.

Hood criminals man

Yeah shyt is scary, I was about to get myself killed 2 years ago in Brooklyn. I was walking to my Aunt house in a area that I was familiar with and it was the fastest and safest way to get there. I hear guys arguing as I'm walking through and I think its no big deal because it all sounded like a bunch of typical bullshyt at first(If I recall it was over some chick from what I was hearing) . So I decided to continue to walk past two of the guys that were arguing Then I see that these guys were like 100 feet away from each other while arguing(it was two guys arguing with another two guys) and I'm like . That is when I felt my body heating up cause I knew something was about to happen cause they started getting more intense in their argument the faster I walked and the whole atmosphere felt weird.
I'm now up close to these two guys and as I'm about to past them all I see is them pulling out their pieces. I swear I paused for like 1 second and I'm like , then my ass started running the next second past them like I'm Usain Bolt. ( I hear the gunshots the second I start running too and I thought I was gonna get shot in the back or some shyt,) As I was running I was praying I wouldn't get shot and found a building to stay behind for a few seconds. I took the seconds to analyze the situation and it sounded like they were not even shooting at me but was shooting at the guys they were arguing with as they were still cursing and yelling at each other while firing . I'm pretty sure the other nikkas had pieces too . After 10 seconds, the shooting stopped and I see those nikkas run in the west direction away from me and I'm like . I was shaking like crazy and scared as hell .I then proceeded to speed walk north though before the cops came .

Stay Safe Brehs

you should get security guard at the same time

 

[At30wecashout]

what happened? did you call the cops?

Nah, they were their not too long after anyway. I was a shorty, 12 years old, on far northside chicago. The area was called "The Jungle" and shyt went down. Drugs, gangs, murders, you
name it. I was at this park called Triangle Park, and as a youngn' while I wasn't with the shyt, most of my friends were. I don't know what was going on but I was headed toward my aunt's
and waiting for friends, so when they came up, not 20 seconds later was someone dumping in our direction, and I only knew that cause my guy said yelled "They trying to kill us, run!"

I'm 12 and and naive. When I finally took off and we got down some distance, I went to my aunt's house and didn't say shyt. I told my mom once that I had some kids trying to mess with me,
and she came to the school and raised hell, which was embarrasing(though it solved my problem.) I felt like if I told her I was shot at, I would never be allowed out the house, so I just avoided that park if people were loitering. One of my homies was stabbed a few years later so I stopped hanging with questionable folks in that area, cause I wasn't trying to die to bullshyt. I've never called the cops
for all the crazy shyt I saw, and this wasn't an exception. I just knew to keep my eyes peeled.

 

[Sick Boy]

they are to blame for a lot of things

what happened? where were you at? did you call the cops?

what happened? did you call the cops?


where at? did you call the cops?


where did you find them? what if you run into them again? everything cool?


how did it happen? did you call the cops? is it standard procedure, if you comply with them, they wont shoot?


lol what happened to the shotgun? did yall give it back? what did baby father to baby mama say now?




you should get security guard at the same time

Cuz waited for D to make his way back out the door and we walked back to the car and cuz laid it in the yard beside where we parked at and we pulled off

The situation was weird with ol girl and her baby daddy, its like she had broken up wit dude but he was still stayin at her house from time to time, i don't even remember what she was sayin while it was happening, this was like 06, i don smoked so much of my memory away since then, i've forgotten more stories than I can remember at this point, we be havin smokin sessions and nikkas be tellin me shyt I did years ago i be lookin at them nikkas like

i'm not even sure if them bytches had even made it out the car yet

i wasn't even old enough to get in the club at the time I was 17, but cuz had so much pull in the city(not from sellin dope or nothin but just from fightin and turnin up and shyt) he did whatever he wanted, nikka deadass had our little 12 year old cousin in the club one nightif im lyin God strike me down now, we had that little nikka smokin weed and everything at a young ageprolly the reason he is the way he is today

Them dudes was weak and weird as hell though, the girls had already broke up wit them but the nikkas would still be chasin after them and shyt, i dont even think they was from the city, we used to see them dudes at the club a lot during that time period and they had like two other dudes that would be with them, but we used to be in that bytch deep as the ocean