i was 17...had been beefin with these dudes from the otherside of town (read: pretty much across the street) for about a half a year or so...well this one nikka named steve (rot in pieces) HATED me cause i embarassed him on many occasions
this was the summer before my senior yr. we were at the gas station after the club...prolly about 1 in the am...and this nikka pulls up in a big rusty ram van...he goes around the other side and walks all the way around the gas station. my homegirl was ova there gettin gas and he flashed his pistol and she yelled out to me not to fight him cause he had a gun
at this point im bracing myself to get shot....1 idk what he's gonna do...2 im NOT running...well he tried to circle me and he pulled out a .32 and held it a few inches in front of my face...at first i was a lil shook and i said "put tha gun down and fight"
he pulled it to the side and pulled the trigger and my mind just snapped and went into attack mode...i grabbed him and had one hand on the gun cause he kept tryin to hit me with it...we ended up wrestling on the ground and he still had it...all the time im punching the shyt outta him but he just wouldnt let it go...we started by the entrance and ended up by the gas pumps and i pushed him so fukkin hard, he flew against the pump and just slid down slowly...he dropped the gun, it went off, and i fell and blacked out for some reason...ppl thought i had got shot
my homeboy jv (who got 15 for killing another one of them) came up, pulled the blunt, picked the pistol up n tucked it in his pants
when steve walked up to me with the pistol he had this
look but when lost it he had a 
look....so he started walking back to the van he was in....by this time EVERYBODY is following...im walking right behind him...i could ran and caught him but i wanted it to be right 
he went in the van, got out and turned around like
i look at him like 
and knocked him the fukk out...beat his muthafukkin ass...he balled up in a fetal position...i was so high on adrenaline that i didnt even notice somebody push me off of him...i got right back up and went to beating more ass...but i came to my senses when i seen those flashing lightsgot up in my homebody car and dipped...going back to the hood, u cant make a u turn so u gotta go in these apartments and turn around...by the time we did that i seen one of my homeboys on his knees with like 5 beams pointed at his chest....they ended up chasing steve, who tried to run cause he had warrants....they caught him in the middle of a busy intersection and beat his ass...he and my homeboy got arrested, sat at the station...they let my homeboy go with a court date, called the paddy wagon for tha fukk nikka
thats when i found out my balls were made of steel, and i gained so many stripes from that shyt
Please don't hurt me
...mesh maskala (no problem)......went to a different table...same thing happened... I got a lil heated yall....I started to spaz a little bit in Arabic saying something like I can't play cause I'm black right?? then like I just want to play a game fellas? ...... Ain't no body say shiit straight 
status.......but I realized then when it came to chess i was about that life 
........them mofos could have fuucked me up if they was on some real shiiit....I walked out the cafe with a hardbody step...but I was walking fast as hell when I hit that corner...
