In 1995 we got jumped by a bunch of philipino crips claiming WEST SIDE ALAMEDA, we went back to the BV's (projects) the next day and slammed a giant rock on top of the first philipino wearing a blue rag causing him permanent brain damage. All because a bunch of wanna be asian crips didnt know the difference between a Norteno and a Blood some poor flip has to walk around with crutches the rest of his life
War Stories
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Last week some niggas came at me wit a chainsaw and some kind of hot flammable liquid
They lobbed that shit but it went high and burnt some kid
Paul and them will get theirs
I dug up hella ants im finna put it under their car tires so when they drive off to do me of a sometimes for me a drive by the ants will shoot in their mouths fire ants that bite red fire ants
But until then ima drink this...beer....Jay Z doesnt want me to but ima drink .......it
They lobbed that shit but it went high and burnt some kid
Paul and them will get theirs
I dug up hella ants im finna put it under their car tires so when they drive off to do me of a sometimes for me a drive by the ants will shoot in their mouths fire ants that bite red fire ants
But until then ima drink this...beer....Jay Z doesnt want me to but ima drink .......it
I was in santa rita on my bunk in the paisa section because I told the pod leader I spoke spanish....... This gay white guy comes in with the rest of the new booty's and all the West Oakland Niggaz say he gotta shower cuz they dont want no dirt from the streets in the pod.... He jumps in and 2 paisas and a nigg jump in with him and tell him to grab his ankles....lol
about a year ago i was staying in a barn in the middle of the fucking dustbowl. i had been down on my luck and this family took me in. besides not letting me leave the barn, let alone property, they were pretty damn nice. they would supply food and entertainment and since i had nothing going on that was all i needed. eventually the family allowed more and more people to stay in the barn with me. at first i was quite displeased with this but it was good to have friends. one day i noticed some kid sneaking into the otherside of the barn, the kid looked weird. his skin seemed to have some sort of disease. i wasnt scared or startled by this, but one of the other barnmates was. this then set off a chain reaction akin to throwing up on a charter boat. EVERYBODY started flipping out. it was about that time i noticed i was a zombie.
Whats even more fucked up is dude kept on checkin up on said F ilipino crip, to make sure the brain damage was permanent years after tragedy occured, keep it real that coulda been Nump Trump n I dunno how I could keep on livin with the artist that brought us this timeless classic
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One time I was sleeping and some fools tried creeping up on me, I heard them moving in but I stayed still until it was the right time to attack and catch them slippin. I didn't have my ak on me so my fist of fury would have to do, they were 3 deep but I remained composed like a g. As soon as they got within striking distance I jumped out of my bed before they even reacted and let them have it, all I remember is seeing blood splattering all over the walls and it was a wrap.
Needless to say those roaches won't fuck with me again.
Needless to say those roaches won't fuck with me again.
One day after one of our jewerly burglary jobs, we were smashing back to the meth lab in a stolen bucket, this was on august 2nd 1996, and we saw a police cruiser flip a bitch after he passed us, so we smashed off and threw all the uzi's out the car and then jumped out and ran away...it was a close call and im glad my homies Richard jarvis, Mike Jimenez, and Rodrigo Escondido all got away as well.
When i made it back to my illegal gambling den in chinatown above the gift shop on grant street, i smoked a couple grams of meth and played some Atari Lynx until i feel asleep, I woke up with a green eyes asian girl on top of me with a knife, i knew it...the damn Samurai sent a contract killer to get me...I quickly crushed the cyanide capsule in my cheek and grabbed her by the back of the head and kissed her deeply and passionately...the kiss of death. (i have been taking cyanide in small doses since I was 4 to build up a ninja tolerance to the poison) As her limp body laid there I heard a noise out in the street and ran to the window to see what was the matter,
and then I saw that nigga Santa Claus whipping donuts in the streets and making all that clatter...
so out I jumped from the window, right into the street,
doing a double backflip with a twist and landed on one knee
and there i saw this jolly man standing there in red....
i summoned all my energy and smacked him with a 37 hit combo Hadooooooouken....and then the Mob Figas rolled up and told me I could join the mobb but i'd have to murk someone to get in.....and thats when we came up with the idea of assassinating 2pac so we can take over the rap game with the help of the Illuminati.....everything was cool until Miles Davis showed up and started tripping...........
When i made it back to my illegal gambling den in chinatown above the gift shop on grant street, i smoked a couple grams of meth and played some Atari Lynx until i feel asleep, I woke up with a green eyes asian girl on top of me with a knife, i knew it...the damn Samurai sent a contract killer to get me...I quickly crushed the cyanide capsule in my cheek and grabbed her by the back of the head and kissed her deeply and passionately...the kiss of death. (i have been taking cyanide in small doses since I was 4 to build up a ninja tolerance to the poison) As her limp body laid there I heard a noise out in the street and ran to the window to see what was the matter,
and then I saw that nigga Santa Claus whipping donuts in the streets and making all that clatter...
so out I jumped from the window, right into the street,
doing a double backflip with a twist and landed on one knee
and there i saw this jolly man standing there in red....
i summoned all my energy and smacked him with a 37 hit combo Hadooooooouken....and then the Mob Figas rolled up and told me I could join the mobb but i'd have to murk someone to get in.....and thats when we came up with the idea of assassinating 2pac so we can take over the rap game with the help of the Illuminati.....everything was cool until Miles Davis showed up and started tripping...........
Everything I say has past the statue of limitations lol
Your all suppose to be gangsters from I read on this site so I'm just trying to break up the manantemy(?)
I have these memory's of when I was a young fucked up weed smoking, 40 drinking, cholo ass mutha fucka so I wanted to share and thought yall would have some stories to share too.
Who remembers putting 3 flowers in your hair and sleeping with a panty hose on your head to train your hair back then going to school and having bee's follow you around? lol
Who remembers 2pac when he was from the Town and use to kick it at the flea market with a WONDA from in living color T shirt on lol
Who members the humpty dance
Your all suppose to be gangsters from I read on this site so I'm just trying to break up the manantemy(?)
I have these memory's of when I was a young fucked up weed smoking, 40 drinking, cholo ass mutha fucka so I wanted to share and thought yall would have some stories to share too.
Who remembers putting 3 flowers in your hair and sleeping with a panty hose on your head to train your hair back then going to school and having bee's follow you around? lol
Who remembers 2pac when he was from the Town and use to kick it at the flea market with a WONDA from in living color T shirt on lol
Who members the humpty dance