thernbroom
Superstar
Somebody get this fraud the fukk out of here 
In the introduction to this piece, I mention that I know for a fact that Troy Ave owns at least one gun. Here is the story of how I know this. Post-post office, Troy Ave announces that he's taking me to his old hood. Hovain hears this, and decides he's going to go home now. This seems fine, it's around six and Hov probably has better sh*t to do than hang out with us all day. Then, he surreptitiously passes Troy Ave a gun, which Troy then tucks into his Orisues. The firearm will remain on his person for the remainder of the evening. As we meander through pre-highway traffic, Troy makes eye contact with two dudes in a car next to us. I see his eyes narrow through his Versace sunshades. Sometimes, Troy can't tell if people are looking at him because he's a rapper or they want to kill him for some reason. This does not seem like a good problem to have. Turns out the staring contest for naught, but for a split second it seemed certain that Troy Ave was going to get into a shootout, and I was going to watch (and possibly help if he had a second gun). As we drive away from the scene, I consider a certain couplet from his song Cokamania: "Don't get it confused—I'm into the violence.
"*I ask him if he is seriously worried about his life. He explains, "I can walk around with jewelry and a Rolex watch on. Nobody's gonna rob me. They know the reciprocations of that. At the same time, you could have somebody try to some sneaky sh*t, like set me up or something. My demeanor and my past history would suggest that if you would try something it wouldn't be worth it. I don't have situations where somebody plays me or do something to me and there's never no reaction. If you ever heard somebody did something to Troy Ave, something always happens after that."*He says this as we're pulling up to his mom's house.
http://www.vice.com/read/we-interviewed-troy-ave
In the introduction to this piece, I mention that I know for a fact that Troy Ave owns at least one gun. Here is the story of how I know this. Post-post office, Troy Ave announces that he's taking me to his old hood. Hovain hears this, and decides he's going to go home now. This seems fine, it's around six and Hov probably has better sh*t to do than hang out with us all day. Then, he surreptitiously passes Troy Ave a gun, which Troy then tucks into his Orisues. The firearm will remain on his person for the remainder of the evening. As we meander through pre-highway traffic, Troy makes eye contact with two dudes in a car next to us. I see his eyes narrow through his Versace sunshades. Sometimes, Troy can't tell if people are looking at him because he's a rapper or they want to kill him for some reason. This does not seem like a good problem to have. Turns out the staring contest for naught, but for a split second it seemed certain that Troy Ave was going to get into a shootout, and I was going to watch (and possibly help if he had a second gun). As we drive away from the scene, I consider a certain couplet from his song Cokamania: "Don't get it confused—I'm into the violence.
"*I ask him if he is seriously worried about his life. He explains, "I can walk around with jewelry and a Rolex watch on. Nobody's gonna rob me. They know the reciprocations of that. At the same time, you could have somebody try to some sneaky sh*t, like set me up or something. My demeanor and my past history would suggest that if you would try something it wouldn't be worth it. I don't have situations where somebody plays me or do something to me and there's never no reaction. If you ever heard somebody did something to Troy Ave, something always happens after that."*He says this as we're pulling up to his mom's house.
http://www.vice.com/read/we-interviewed-troy-ave
but that first paragraph is pure comedy
I think dude meant repercussions
