B-Rock Odrama
Banned
Although i'm a righteous brother whom doesn't participate in typical street fukkery so prevalent among manu of my peers I have had weapons pulled on me more than a few times.
The 1st incident was during my jr. high years when this
jherri curled out oldhead whom worked at this gas station( when it was owned by blackfolk
) pushed me in a freezer pulled a knife then threatened to gut me cause he was tired of my attitude/shyt talking every time I came in there or something along those lines. Being as I knew this nikka was a goofball/harmless I gave him the 
quit playing ...he hit me with the 
for a moment he might have me
but being a lil real nikka I never showed fear and he eventually was like 
then open the door and gave me some talk I wasn't trying to hear about respecting my elders before I left.
my next couple times having a weapon pulled on me happened in highscool around the same time with the same gun ...I had issues with this nikka(whom i'm cool with now and actually respect now since he got busted for drawing a choppa one of those racist bytch ass a-rabs at the corner store
)
I saw ole buddy walking the block....since we had problems words were exchanged...he pulled a pistol and pointed at me
eventhough I didn't really believe he had the nuts to bust his gun I hit a Usain Bolt till I lost then then carried on with my day/life like it never happened.
around that same time I ran into his brother whom I also had issues...again words were said....he pulled out what looked like the same pistol although which had me
but I kept the grill like wasn't phased. Eventually he made the smart decision: left and I went inside to buy what I came for in the first place(but we did get into several physical altercations years later).
the next several times I had several different weapons pulled one me consecutively in the same day by the same scary sand rat at an gas station during my later h.s. years...I got into it with this raghead son earlier that week and I guess he was feeling some type of way so he instigated an argument over me disrespectfully throwing money at him. .words were again exchanged...I started to walk out when the Akmed came from behind the e as if he was trying to physically engage in battle...so I turn around like what you gon do? when we started to get tangled up the terrorist pulls out a can of pepper spray and shoots it in my face and pushes me outiside...i'm stunned/cant see shyt so I stagger home to wash that shyt out ...after about 15 minutes(or however long it took that pepper spray to lose effect) I return to the corner store to avenge myself and taunt Alibaba to come from behind that counter and face me like a man...he cowers/refuses so I pick up a chip rack and throw it across the store at which point he picks up a baseball bat.../at first I thought about fleeing then thought nah it's gon take more than that so when this bytch sees i'm not budging he pulls out a handgun,points it at me which causes me and a few other customers within my vicinity(including a ederly lady )to duck. seeing this lunatic aperab almost masacre a handful of innocent brothers/sisters made me realize it aint worth it and my vengence can wait....so a a righteous blackman I went home. only to be met with the pigs at my door arrested for
battery on Akmed
(the case was dropped and eventually I years later I caught that p*ssy slipping at Sears/punked him in front of his wife).
following with the last scenario my next couple incidents(which happened like a couple yrs ago) having weapons pulled on me again involved the corner store and an aperab...being as I've already created a thread on that story I wont go into much detail but here's a quick summary:
-Syrian aperab disrespects me get's confronted pulls out an baseball bat.
-Syrians aperab catches the beats from me the next day flees back into the liquor store and pulls out a board.
my last time having a weapon pulled on me happen last year and involved this featherweight ex crackbaby lil nikka I sometimes see around my hood whom for reasons still not understood by myself started talking crazy as we crossed paths one day...words were exchanged..I think it much of it considering i felt little bytch nikka was no physical threat to me/just woofing...later that year one night I ran into Flav jr. on the street and he was mugging...so I asked him "u got a problem" and started to approach...knowing I would flatten his frail ass in a heads up the lil ho got got shook and drew a handgun with his face like
being a mature adult male in the situation I told him" i'm gon get them people on ya lil monkey ass and will still beat the brakes off ya when u ready for that fade then calmly waked away to live another day..i still see that scary lil nikka from time to time but he don't say nothing now
The 1st incident was during my jr. high years when this
jherri curled out oldhead whom worked at this gas station( when it was owned by blackfolk) pushed me in a freezer pulled a knife then threatened to gut me cause he was tired of my attitude/shyt talking every time I came in there or something along those lines. Being as I knew this nikka was a goofball/harmless I gave him the quit playing ...he hit me with the for a moment he might have mebut being a lil real nikka I never showed fear and he eventually was like then open the door and gave me some talk I wasn't trying to hear about respecting my elders before I left.my next couple times having a weapon pulled on me happened in highscool around the same time with the same gun ...I had issues with this nikka(whom i'm cool with now and actually respect now since he got busted for drawing a choppa one of those racist bytch ass a-rabs at the corner store
)I saw ole buddy walking the block....since we had problems words were exchanged...he pulled a pistol and pointed at me
eventhough I didn't really believe he had the nuts to bust his gun I hit a Usain Bolt till I lost then then carried on with my day/life like it never happened.around that same time I ran into his brother whom I also had issues...again words were said....he pulled out what looked like the same pistol although which had me
but I kept the grill like wasn't phased. Eventually he made the smart decision: left and I went inside to buy what I came for in the first place(but we did get into several physical altercations years later).the next several times I had several different weapons pulled one me consecutively in the same day by the same scary sand rat at an gas station during my later h.s. years...I got into it with this raghead son earlier that week and I guess he was feeling some type of way so he instigated an argument over me disrespectfully throwing money at him. .words were again exchanged...I started to walk out when the Akmed came from behind the e as if he was trying to physically engage in battle...so I turn around like
what you gon do? when we started to get tangled up the terrorist pulls out a can of pepper spray and shoots it in my face and pushes me outiside...i'm stunned/cant see shyt so I stagger home to wash that shyt out ...after about 15 minutes(or however long it took that pepper spray to lose effect) I return to the corner store to avenge myself and taunt Alibaba to come from behind that counter and face me like a man...he cowers/refuses so I pick up a chip rack and throw it across the store at which point he picks up a baseball bat.../at first I thought about fleeing then thought nah it's gon take more than that so when this bytch sees i'm not budging he pulls out a handgun,points it at me which causes me and a few other customers within my vicinity(including a ederly lady )to duck. seeing this lunatic aperab almost masacre a handful of innocent brothers/sisters made me realize it aint worth it and my vengence can wait....so a a righteous blackman I went home. only to be met with the pigs at my door arrested forbattery on Akmed
(the case was dropped and eventually I years later I caught that p*ssy slipping at Sears/punked him in front of his wife).following with the last scenario my next couple incidents(which happened like a couple yrs ago) having weapons pulled on me again involved the corner store and an aperab...being as I've already created a thread on that story I wont go into much detail but here's a quick summary:
-Syrian aperab disrespects me get's confronted pulls out an baseball bat.
-Syrians aperab catches the beats from me the next day flees back into the liquor store and pulls out a board.
my last time having a weapon pulled on me happen last year and involved this featherweight ex crackbaby lil nikka I sometimes see around my hood whom for reasons still not understood by myself started talking crazy as we crossed paths one day...words were exchanged..I think it much of it considering i felt little bytch nikka was no physical threat to me/just woofing...later that year one night I ran into Flav jr. on the street and he was mugging...so I asked him "u got a problem" and started to approach...knowing I would flatten his frail ass in a heads up the lil ho got got shook and drew a handgun with his face like
being a mature adult male in the situation I told him" i'm gon get them people on ya lil monkey ass and will still beat the brakes off ya when u ready for that fade then calmly waked away to live another day..i still see that scary lil nikka from time to time but he don't say nothing now
