Negged CAC, reportedI shoot him because I'm a white cop and he's a black thug and he was being aggressive. I had no option to deescalate because I feared for my life.
Pretty similar logic.
U pull ur gun, guy tells u put it away let's settle it with fist, what would u do?
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Intense Argument Between Ex-Friends Turns Deadly! "Put Down The Gun, Fight Like A Man"
News article on the situation. He killed the dude, called the cops and waited for them to come. Man dies after shooting in north Phoenix near Greenway Road and 28th Street Police identified a man who was shot and killed Wednesday morning in north Phoenix. Officers found Michael Montanarella...
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88 huh?I shoot him because I'm a white cop and he's a black thug and he was being aggressive. I had no option to deescalate because I feared for my life.
Pretty similar logic.
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Guy holding the gun told him to back up. He lunged forward.
They say you get what you ask for
Get it ,cause you asked for it
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Formerly Jisoo Stan & @Twitter
put the gun down!"Go for Your Guns
[Intro]
"Get down let's see your hands, see your hands!
Let's see your hands, everybody, hands!
Everybody let's see some hands! Huh?
Don't nobody move!
Don't get out of the car, stay where you're at"
[Verse 1]
nikkas in the street that I dislike
You better get this right
These days what the fukk is a fist fight
Picture me puttin nikkas in headlocks
When I can lick off shots, and put they ass in a box
Cause if you steppin to me tryin to throw a right hook
You're just lookin to get your motherfukkin life took
Cause I can't wait to be a nikkas fate
So while you lift weights, I'm liftin light ass nickel plates
So if you wanna misbehave nikka
I'll have to kick it to the motherfukkin grave digger
You motherfukker you heard it
Doin all that rope-a-dope shyt, nope, your dopey-ass murdered
nikkas'll be the Karate Kid
But I'll be in prison doin a motherfukkin body-bid
So you can take all that Rocky shyt home
Sylvester Stallone ain't shyt against Al Capone
Cause I ain't got no patience or energy
For motherfukkers and punk-ass suckers that wanna injure me
Step up and play me like I'm soft
bytch I don't knock motherfukkers out, I'm knockin motherfukkers off
Leavin the scene like Machine Gun Kelly
Two to the head about four across the belly
Steady givin nikkas the runs
fukkin clowns put your fists down and go for your guns
[Interlude]
"Alright, on the ground, face down face down on the ground
Get on the ground
Hands behind your head"
"So, so what are you gonna do?
Beat-beat the crap out of me?" GO!
[Verse 2]
You punk-ass nikkas better hop or chill
Cause my Glock can kill twenty motherfukkers with boxer skills
That's how I put a nikkas head out
The murder scene needs more than Visine to get the red out
And I don't give a fukk if you know Judo
Cause I'mma blow your motherfukkin ass to Pluto
And when I blast the trey nikkas pass away
Put in the ground til your silly clown ass decay
So all you nikkas with the jokes
(Is everybody ready?) Well dibbida-dat's all folks.
Cause nikka you don't want the nine to go (boom)
nikkas like Tyson woulda died a long time ago
Ran outta luck when I struck on you sucker ducks
No uppercuts you'll be another motherfukker bucked
Gettin all rough in scuffed up boots
Hell no, I'm givin motherfukkers burial suits
Your little T.K.O was A.O.K
My way is R.I.P., nikkas are D.O.A
Dead on Arrival
So nikka you better come with your gun if you want survival
From the Mac-11
And those are real shots on the motherfukkin track 7
I ain't kickin nikkas buns
If it's a bytch I'mma wetta you better go for your guns
[Interlude]
"Yo wassup, what the fukk is up now man?
What?
Where my money at man?
Hey yo, yo I told you I'd see you when I see you
Aww man you act like you wanna fight
What what? Yeah yeah alright yeah, I wanna fight" *BOOM*
[Verse 3]
Rollin up on nikkas wearin wigs
Cause I got a Sig for you nigs and all you motherfukkin pigs
Kool G Rap's a bad decision
fukk front page I'm puttin nikkas on television
I got heart kid if you want we can throw it out
But you ain't got no heart motherfukker when I blow it out
Straight out your back
Cause you got attacked by the mack let's see you black belt dat
Picture me doin some pushups, and get ambushed up
And put in a box all squooshed up
So motherfukker be a learner
Cause I can't hit or wrestle a nikkas without pullin out my burner
So when a motherfukker want to fight
You fukk around with G and you'll be fightin death tonight
So you don't wanna get loose chief
Cause I'm givin more flat lines to nikkas than loose-leaf
So come on Bruce Lee
Yo I'mma show you who the motherfukker is with all the juice G
So if you wanna intimidate
A nikka like me, great, will make your fukkin head disintegrate
I'm sendin nikkas to Bedrock
Look out for the red dot
Or get your motherfukkin head shot
nikkas are dialin 911
Huh, you little bytch nikkas go for your guns
[Intro]
"Get down let's see your hands, see your hands!
Let's see your hands, everybody, hands!
Everybody let's see some hands! Huh?
Don't nobody move!
Don't get out of the car, stay where you're at"
[Verse 1]
nikkas in the street that I dislike
You better get this right
These days what the fukk is a fist fight
Picture me puttin nikkas in headlocks
When I can lick off shots, and put they ass in a box
Cause if you steppin to me tryin to throw a right hook
You're just lookin to get your motherfukkin life took
Cause I can't wait to be a nikkas fate
So while you lift weights, I'm liftin light ass nickel plates
So if you wanna misbehave nikka
I'll have to kick it to the motherfukkin grave digger
You motherfukker you heard it
Doin all that rope-a-dope shyt, nope, your dopey-ass murdered
nikkas'll be the Karate Kid
But I'll be in prison doin a motherfukkin body-bid
So you can take all that Rocky shyt home
Sylvester Stallone ain't shyt against Al Capone
Cause I ain't got no patience or energy
For motherfukkers and punk-ass suckers that wanna injure me
Step up and play me like I'm soft
bytch I don't knock motherfukkers out, I'm knockin motherfukkers off
Leavin the scene like Machine Gun Kelly
Two to the head about four across the belly
Steady givin nikkas the runs
fukkin clowns put your fists down and go for your guns
[Interlude]
"Alright, on the ground, face down face down on the ground
Get on the ground
Hands behind your head"
"So, so what are you gonna do?
Beat-beat the crap out of me?" GO!
[Verse 2]
You punk-ass nikkas better hop or chill
Cause my Glock can kill twenty motherfukkers with boxer skills
That's how I put a nikkas head out
The murder scene needs more than Visine to get the red out
And I don't give a fukk if you know Judo
Cause I'mma blow your motherfukkin ass to Pluto
And when I blast the trey nikkas pass away
Put in the ground til your silly clown ass decay
So all you nikkas with the jokes
(Is everybody ready?) Well dibbida-dat's all folks.
Cause nikka you don't want the nine to go (boom)
nikkas like Tyson woulda died a long time ago
Ran outta luck when I struck on you sucker ducks
No uppercuts you'll be another motherfukker bucked
Gettin all rough in scuffed up boots
Hell no, I'm givin motherfukkers burial suits
Your little T.K.O was A.O.K
My way is R.I.P., nikkas are D.O.A
Dead on Arrival
So nikka you better come with your gun if you want survival
From the Mac-11
And those are real shots on the motherfukkin track 7
I ain't kickin nikkas buns
If it's a bytch I'mma wetta you better go for your guns
[Interlude]
"Yo wassup, what the fukk is up now man?
What?
Where my money at man?
Hey yo, yo I told you I'd see you when I see you
Aww man you act like you wanna fight
What what? Yeah yeah alright yeah, I wanna fight" *BOOM*
[Verse 3]
Rollin up on nikkas wearin wigs
Cause I got a Sig for you nigs and all you motherfukkin pigs
Kool G Rap's a bad decision
fukk front page I'm puttin nikkas on television
I got heart kid if you want we can throw it out
But you ain't got no heart motherfukker when I blow it out
Straight out your back
Cause you got attacked by the mack let's see you black belt dat
Picture me doin some pushups, and get ambushed up
And put in a box all squooshed up
So motherfukker be a learner
Cause I can't hit or wrestle a nikkas without pullin out my burner
So when a motherfukker want to fight
You fukk around with G and you'll be fightin death tonight
So you don't wanna get loose chief
Cause I'm givin more flat lines to nikkas than loose-leaf
So come on Bruce Lee
Yo I'mma show you who the motherfukker is with all the juice G
So if you wanna intimidate
A nikka like me, great, will make your fukkin head disintegrate
I'm sendin nikkas to Bedrock
Look out for the red dot
Or get your motherfukkin head shot
nikkas are dialin 911
Huh, you little bytch nikkas go for your guns
