Amerikan Melanin
Veteran
Just return the work and apologize, they’ll understand.
Just robbed the plug for $60k of dope AMA
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SleezyBigSlim
Banned
nikkas like you is the reason I don't do business with nikkas I don't know personal shyt about. You better hope the plug doesn't know any of your family or people you know. A smart plug would tho. Run off with my miney im at yo mamas mamas house im at your kid school. You gone caught up that bread or loose your life.
BaileyPark31
Love, Peace, Health, and Wealth
Hi OP.
If you're still alive, can I borrow 2k.
I wanna buy a share of Amazon stock.
You can cash app me.
Thanks luv.
If you're still alive, can I borrow 2k.
I wanna buy a share of Amazon stock.
You can cash app me.
Thanks luv.
Not enough has been explained. I issue you this neg on G.P.
SleezyBigSlim
Banned
How you gone post bail for that kinda work tho? That's a major hole in your story. I mean if you really had bread like thst you should be his plug not the other eay around. Real nikkas count a nikka money to see if he lying. Your money not gone add up when he count it. You're fukked.
BaileyPark31
Love, Peace, Health, and Wealth
OP still living?
murksiderock
Superstar
Didn't even bother reading past Page 1 lol...
The rawest nikkas I knew, who were jackboys as a profession, would stick you and go on Facebook flaunting the cash and still be around the way. The type of nikkas I'm talking about are real shooters though, so they wouldn't go online shaking and sharing the story and acting afraid they'd get caught. These were the type nikkas who lived on the edge anyway...
So this story is most likely some BS, but I love talking this shyt because it makes me reminisce...
The rawest nikkas I knew, who were jackboys as a profession, would stick you and go on Facebook flaunting the cash and still be around the way. The type of nikkas I'm talking about are real shooters though, so they wouldn't go online shaking and sharing the story and acting afraid they'd get caught. These were the type nikkas who lived on the edge anyway...
So this story is most likely some BS, but I love talking this shyt because it makes me reminisce...
murksiderock
Superstar
I was never a real robber but I was into it for about a year when I was 20-21. I just grew out of it by the time I was 22, off principle I don't believe in taking shyt that people worked hard for...
The biggest lick I could have come up on was back in summer 2010 (I'm 21). I had been buying pills and coke from a guy all summer, met him through his "sister". I was trying to fukk her, which is why I kept fukking with them, because I was paying more with them than I could have gotten elsewhere...
By late summer I was spending about $1-1500 per buy, I really can't remember the exact amounts, this shyt was almost 9 years ago. So shyt was good and somewhere I got the idea I wanted to Rob the nikka. At that time, while I was selling drugs, I was keeping the company of robbers more than dealers. So I think the idea came up when someone I knew was looking for a lick and I probably thought to myself, why don't I do it...
I had a good handle on the main place they operated from, and a group of guys and myself went one night to run in the place, but the guy's whip wasn't there. Other cars were there but the guys I was with didn't think it was worth running in because if he wasn't there, no work would be there (this is 50/50). So we didn't do it...
Throughout the summer I met other people who knew dude, he had a pretty wide reputation. "Plug" wasn't in our terminology and anyway he wasn't at the level to be considered a plug, but he had money worth going for. He had several nice cars, the one I remember most was a pink Escalade with Pink Panther rims. Our math at the time, I figured if I stuck this nikka I could probably get 20-25 in cash/drugs combined, if I hit a house he had, I thought it could be more...
I set up a buy on a Saturday night and went with my homeboy to meet dude at a motel. I called him and when i got there, we already had it mapped out. I told my nikka to follow my lead. This was around midnight on a Saturday night, and this motel was crawling with activity, people everywhere. I had other nikkas drop us off on the backside of the motel when I found the Escalade, and I was on the phone with dude while he was leading us around the building. Thinking of it now he was watching me...
I met him on the second floor balcony as he was coming out a room, jays in there smoking. He looked at me and I introduced him to my homie. I pulled out my money and he was like its downstairs...
So we follow him downstairs, and he call his "sister" to get whatever it is I wanted from the truck. We followed him down and his whole body language was iffy, i was worried we wouldn't get anything. But this nikka was greedy...
We get to the truck, and "sister" opens the passenger side looking bad than a muhfukka. Homeboy opens the back passenger door and here is where you can tell i wasn't a professional jacker, I upped on him too soon. He still had his back turned and I pulled out and told him to run everything in the truck. He asked me what I said, and my nikka was like "you heard what he said nikka, run the muhfukkin truck". He turned around calmly, closed the door, and basically was like, "not happening"...
In retrospect, alota shyt could have gone wrong if i was by myself, and if my nikka wasn't with me, I was probably slumped right there. My nikka pulled his shyt when I pulled mine, I was focused on homeboy but I assume my homie was trained on the girl as well as dude...
I asked him again to give me all of his shyt. I didn't go there to kill the nikka, I just wanted the drugs. He started laughing at me, said no, and I had a flash of rage and shot him, left ribcage area. He blew back into the truck holding his rib, and when he moved his hand, he was leaking. We made eye contact and he took off running towards the back of the truck...
All of this shyt only took a few seconds. I was frozen in place, and my homeboy ran around the front side of the truck to meet him on the other side. And he was dumping, I remember thinking distinctly "he finna kill this nikka". Something woke my focus though, and I looked to the right and homegirl was reaching in the center console, so I shot at her and she jumped and screamed...
At this point, there was a ton of commotion in the parking lot, I told you there was a ton of people there, one of them hood motels with a bunch of people trapping and prostituting. People were running everywhere and I ran around the other side and yelled for my nikka to follow me, and we took off...
The biggest lick I could have come up on was back in summer 2010 (I'm 21). I had been buying pills and coke from a guy all summer, met him through his "sister". I was trying to fukk her, which is why I kept fukking with them, because I was paying more with them than I could have gotten elsewhere...
By late summer I was spending about $1-1500 per buy, I really can't remember the exact amounts, this shyt was almost 9 years ago. So shyt was good and somewhere I got the idea I wanted to Rob the nikka. At that time, while I was selling drugs, I was keeping the company of robbers more than dealers. So I think the idea came up when someone I knew was looking for a lick and I probably thought to myself, why don't I do it...
I had a good handle on the main place they operated from, and a group of guys and myself went one night to run in the place, but the guy's whip wasn't there. Other cars were there but the guys I was with didn't think it was worth running in because if he wasn't there, no work would be there (this is 50/50). So we didn't do it...
Throughout the summer I met other people who knew dude, he had a pretty wide reputation. "Plug" wasn't in our terminology and anyway he wasn't at the level to be considered a plug, but he had money worth going for. He had several nice cars, the one I remember most was a pink Escalade with Pink Panther rims. Our math at the time, I figured if I stuck this nikka I could probably get 20-25 in cash/drugs combined, if I hit a house he had, I thought it could be more...
I set up a buy on a Saturday night and went with my homeboy to meet dude at a motel. I called him and when i got there, we already had it mapped out. I told my nikka to follow my lead. This was around midnight on a Saturday night, and this motel was crawling with activity, people everywhere. I had other nikkas drop us off on the backside of the motel when I found the Escalade, and I was on the phone with dude while he was leading us around the building. Thinking of it now he was watching me...
I met him on the second floor balcony as he was coming out a room, jays in there smoking. He looked at me and I introduced him to my homie. I pulled out my money and he was like its downstairs...
So we follow him downstairs, and he call his "sister" to get whatever it is I wanted from the truck. We followed him down and his whole body language was iffy, i was worried we wouldn't get anything. But this nikka was greedy...
We get to the truck, and "sister" opens the passenger side looking bad than a muhfukka. Homeboy opens the back passenger door and here is where you can tell i wasn't a professional jacker, I upped on him too soon. He still had his back turned and I pulled out and told him to run everything in the truck. He asked me what I said, and my nikka was like "you heard what he said nikka, run the muhfukkin truck". He turned around calmly, closed the door, and basically was like, "not happening"...
In retrospect, alota shyt could have gone wrong if i was by myself, and if my nikka wasn't with me, I was probably slumped right there. My nikka pulled his shyt when I pulled mine, I was focused on homeboy but I assume my homie was trained on the girl as well as dude...
I asked him again to give me all of his shyt. I didn't go there to kill the nikka, I just wanted the drugs. He started laughing at me, said no, and I had a flash of rage and shot him, left ribcage area. He blew back into the truck holding his rib, and when he moved his hand, he was leaking. We made eye contact and he took off running towards the back of the truck...
All of this shyt only took a few seconds. I was frozen in place, and my homeboy ran around the front side of the truck to meet him on the other side. And he was dumping, I remember thinking distinctly "he finna kill this nikka". Something woke my focus though, and I looked to the right and homegirl was reaching in the center console, so I shot at her and she jumped and screamed...
At this point, there was a ton of commotion in the parking lot, I told you there was a ton of people there, one of them hood motels with a bunch of people trapping and prostituting. People were running everywhere and I ran around the other side and yelled for my nikka to follow me, and we took off...
murksiderock
Superstar
The homies who dropped us off met us at the back again and we raced to jump in the whip. It was a maze to get out of the area, because there was a bunch of cars. We took a shortcut through the neighborhood and this is within 3-4 minutes, there were two police cars racing up the main road with sirens flashing, they drove right by us...
In all this commotion my homeboy threw his gun right there in the lot and we were all like, why the fukk would you do that? I still had mine. nikkas was asking us why we didn't have anything, but my reflexes and inctinctiveness was always dealer, not jacker. If we had coordinated this thing better, we coulda got whatever we in the truck, and ran to the house I mentioned a few minutes later. It was a flawed mission from jump and we would been lucky to get anything, but it was there. There was still about 5 minutes after the shooting before responders got there, but in the moment all I could think of was not getting caught...
Long story short, we went our seperate ways. This was only the third shooting I'd been involved in, and the first one where I knew I hit a nikka, i was right there on him. My guy let off four or five on him and i thought the nikka was gonna die. Paranoia is real, there was a bunch of people around, etc. I couldn't sleep and i remember calling my mom at 3 in the morning and telling her, and she told me to get the fukk outta Town, so i did...
I disappeared for like 3 days. When I got back I laid low but there was all kinda word buzzing that I shot the nikka, which I denied. I remember being at my homegirl crib about 6 days later and she was telling me to stay low. Homeboy survived, he was shot three times. Homegirl wasn't hit when I shot at her...
Somewhere the following weekend it began circulating that dude had a hit on me for $10. My homegirl told me to watch out for a mutual acquaintance we knew, who I was cool with, because he took hits for less. It was initially sobering to find out a nikka had a hit on me...
I never confirmed to anybody that I hit him until 5+ years later, but all the rumors circulating was that he knew exactly who I was. You never "really" know, but for the most part I was insulated in my own hood, it was if/when I left the hood I had to be concerned. And throughout the following week I got tired of hearing the nikka was looking for me, and I went to a house party in another area even though people told me not to...
That night is a blur. I remember selling some drugs there and freestyle battling a local rapper, and I remember someone approached me saying "you know ______ looking for you". And I was wilding and snapped, I was feeling myself. I was throwing money in the air and I pulled the blower, not on dude, but i was like if he coming, tell him to come. Ain't nobody hiding, he know what i drive, he know where I'm from, so that goes for anybody riding with him...
At that moment i entered a different element, and wasn't ducking anymore. And the message i put out there, even after that, was i was with whatever he wanted...
I never saw dude again, or his "sister". I went to jail a month after the shooting (two weeks after the party), and when I got outta jail I went to Upstate New York. A few years later I found out a different homie of mine got into it with dude somewhere, and he shot him in the leg and ass, and we laughed about homeboy being a habitual victim. Shortly after that, homeboy (the nikka I shot) bodied somebody and got locked up, so this is about 5 years or so later. Guess he got tired of being a victim...
Sometimes it's a little chilling to relive certain mentalities and memories I had...
But the moral of this, what brought this memory about, is a real jacker puts the hammer on the lick, and those type of guys are upfront with the smoke afterwards...
In all this commotion my homeboy threw his gun right there in the lot and we were all like, why the fukk would you do that? I still had mine. nikkas was asking us why we didn't have anything, but my reflexes and inctinctiveness was always dealer, not jacker. If we had coordinated this thing better, we coulda got whatever we in the truck, and ran to the house I mentioned a few minutes later. It was a flawed mission from jump and we would been lucky to get anything, but it was there. There was still about 5 minutes after the shooting before responders got there, but in the moment all I could think of was not getting caught...
Long story short, we went our seperate ways. This was only the third shooting I'd been involved in, and the first one where I knew I hit a nikka, i was right there on him. My guy let off four or five on him and i thought the nikka was gonna die. Paranoia is real, there was a bunch of people around, etc. I couldn't sleep and i remember calling my mom at 3 in the morning and telling her, and she told me to get the fukk outta Town, so i did...
I disappeared for like 3 days. When I got back I laid low but there was all kinda word buzzing that I shot the nikka, which I denied. I remember being at my homegirl crib about 6 days later and she was telling me to stay low. Homeboy survived, he was shot three times. Homegirl wasn't hit when I shot at her...
Somewhere the following weekend it began circulating that dude had a hit on me for $10. My homegirl told me to watch out for a mutual acquaintance we knew, who I was cool with, because he took hits for less. It was initially sobering to find out a nikka had a hit on me...
I never confirmed to anybody that I hit him until 5+ years later, but all the rumors circulating was that he knew exactly who I was. You never "really" know, but for the most part I was insulated in my own hood, it was if/when I left the hood I had to be concerned. And throughout the following week I got tired of hearing the nikka was looking for me, and I went to a house party in another area even though people told me not to...
That night is a blur. I remember selling some drugs there and freestyle battling a local rapper, and I remember someone approached me saying "you know ______ looking for you". And I was wilding and snapped, I was feeling myself. I was throwing money in the air and I pulled the blower, not on dude, but i was like if he coming, tell him to come. Ain't nobody hiding, he know what i drive, he know where I'm from, so that goes for anybody riding with him...
At that moment i entered a different element, and wasn't ducking anymore. And the message i put out there, even after that, was i was with whatever he wanted...
I never saw dude again, or his "sister". I went to jail a month after the shooting (two weeks after the party), and when I got outta jail I went to Upstate New York. A few years later I found out a different homie of mine got into it with dude somewhere, and he shot him in the leg and ass, and we laughed about homeboy being a habitual victim. Shortly after that, homeboy (the nikka I shot) bodied somebody and got locked up, so this is about 5 years or so later. Guess he got tired of being a victim...
Sometimes it's a little chilling to relive certain mentalities and memories I had...
But the moral of this, what brought this memory about, is a real jacker puts the hammer on the lick, and those type of guys are upfront with the smoke afterwards...
DirtyMoney
Banned
Soon as you start working with a plug someone either co signed and put themselves on the line or they know you/your family/etc.If I robbed a plug of 500k and left this country for another one, what are the chances I'd be found? Are some plugs so connected that they'd have informants on the other side of the world?
Toe Jay Simpson
Searchin’
Timmy wanted a name tryin to gain fame like a skeezer
Robbed the spot and stole ice from the freezer
He’s a fool, cause he went in without a mask on
Now he’s on the run so he dipped to Nebraska
Robbed the spot and stole ice from the freezer
He’s a fool, cause he went in without a mask on
Now he’s on the run so he dipped to Nebraska
@murksiderock
That was a dope retelling - I read the whole thing to see if you were joking or not. I had a similar experience in a way, under similar circumstances at the same age (only I was 20 in 2002)
I really can't explain too much here, because my reputation in "this life" stands on its own - but it's real out here, and you can't be jacking if you're not prepared to "leave someone" - that's the lesson I learned, and it sent me back to school and back to God.
People joke alot and tell alot of tales online, but there is a real underworld out here.
Hopefully you're on a new path now bro.
That was a dope retelling - I read the whole thing to see if you were joking or not. I had a similar experience in a way, under similar circumstances at the same age (only I was 20 in 2002)
I really can't explain too much here, because my reputation in "this life" stands on its own - but it's real out here, and you can't be jacking if you're not prepared to "leave someone" - that's the lesson I learned, and it sent me back to school and back to God.
People joke alot and tell alot of tales online, but there is a real underworld out here.
Hopefully you're on a new path now bro.