Run dem pockets

[RAX 010]

I never been robbed
Nikkas tried to rob me but I balled up the money in my fist ...they hooked off I defended myself well against grow men
At the age of 13...
They set me on a path of rage to become a successful stick up kid for a Lil while...had to much potential to just stay Robbin nikkas all day tho (shout out to my hatian nikkas sak passe ...Brooklyn hahahaaaa)

The 90s were so much fun

 

[Regine Hunter]

a latino kid named Mauro tried to run me for my chicken nugget lunch when I was like 8.
besides that, nah

 

[TRFG]

a latino kid named Mauro tried to run me for my chicken nugget lunch when I was like 8.
besides that, nah

Aren't you a chick??

 

[Nephilim_BC]

if you ever feel like you're in a position to get mugged or something, there's nothing wrong with pre-emptively sprinting outta there

 

[Another Man]

"Yo Dave, gimme ya sandwich"
"Huh?"
"I SAID GIMME YA DAMN SANDWICH!"

 

[Regine Hunter]

Aren't you a chick??

yes.
he still wanted my lunch.

 

[TRFG]

"Yo Dave, gimme ya sandwich"
"Huh?"
"I SAID GIMME YA DAMN SANDWICH!"

I read that in a Debo voice

 

[Momentum]

Nope because I:

 

[Indiglow Meta (R$G)]

I just got off of work, hit the homie's crib...the homie borrows his roommates car so we can go to the store and get some brew...A WONDERFUL NIGHT IN THE MAKING...(setting, columbus, Ohio...southfield)...So...We roll to the store and two nikkas are outside that never went into the store. This nikka PARKS ON THE SIDE OF THE STORE WHERE THERE ARE NO LIGHTS...NEXT TO A fukkING ALLEY. nikkas were looking at us like because we weren't all hoodied up with dirty Af1s/muhammad J's. We buy some dutches, I get some brew...everything is a go...We leave the store, go to the car, one of the lil dirty nikkas asks for a light (rule: not after 11pm)...I'm opening the car door and the other one (near him) says: I don't need no light, bro. Then I hear *CLICK-CLACK*. "nikka DO YOU GOT A STRAP IN YOUR POCKET? TAKE YOUR HAND OUT YOUR POCKET BRO"...I took my hands out my pockets :mjsad:...Then they say "WE GOING TO THE ALLEY BRO...TAKE EVERYTHING OUT YOUR POCKETS AND WALK IN FRONT OF US."
We empty everything out (almost)...I had a digital camera, brew, $28...an Mp3 player...Then they searched us...LIKE SOME MILITARY nikkaS...they found a dub sack on my man and was like "YOU HOLDIN OUT ON US nikka?"... I thought for sure it was gonna be a WRIZZAP...BUT...they gave me my camera and mp3 player back...they let us keep the brew...they let us keep the WEED...THEY LET US KEEP OUR CLOTHES, THE CAR, AND OUR LIVES...They only wanted the $28. and then they said some goofass shyt from state property "HAVE A NICE DAY AND DRIVE THE OTHER WAY BRO OR WE GON BANG YOU.." We rode back to the crib, my old head was there, and I rode with my old head back over there to be an ignorant stereotypical nikka and light their shyt back up. They were not found.

 

[Indiglow Meta (R$G)]

BTW: the alley they made us empty our shyt in was very dark and devoid of cameras or people. I thought that was gonna be my last walk.