Damn... nikkas think it can't happen to them... care to share the story?
It all started with a fight in the club. I was not there but some of the homies got into with brawl with the other catz on the other side of the town and beat the crap out of one of their homies bad. Bad that he was in the hospital. They came back and told me what happy and was talking about about what they did to the other catz and that one dude that was place in the hospital.
So a few weeks later this my homie at the time said he hooked up with the female that came up to him and started pressing him. So I would be at my boys spot playing the game and chilling and she would pop up out of nowhere. I would be like naw that shyt aint cool and kinda fishy; then she was from the same area where that one bruh was from that was put into the hospital. She would bring sonic over and bring some weed (I didn't smoke because I wanted a clear mind when I was around her). I told my boy one on one; you don't think this bytch is a set up, like she from the same area as the one hospital kid and she's on you super tough, to the point where she just pops up at your place. Then she was too eager to find out where you stay at.
My homie was like naw man; you know the p*ssy got him whipped and he's not thinking straight. One day I was coming back from somewhere and the homie call me and said he was jumped by the trash can drow the street and he saw the same bytch sitting in the car. Plus the dude were from the same area as the hospital kid, I was the fukk; man I just told you about that bytch. The homie at the time got beat the fukk up. Eye was swolen, scars on his face and his other eye was red. I told him your lucky they just didn't pop your ass and left you slumped on the sidewalk; dead. I stopped hanging with dude and even after that the idiot was still talking to the bytch.