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Post by dreaken1993 on Dec 7, 2008 22:49:03 GMT
im not in a gang but i am gang related most actually all of my homies gangbang sept for like 5 but i still associate most with my IGD niggas BGD and my Folk friends so i dislike and people but i still have vl and lk friends but if i get jump in da gang i hope i dont but if i do ima have to stop bein friends, some dudes i roll with they be sayin dey claimin gd but cant even spit they lit but i can and i dont even claim but i had 2 babg i would be gd all day, but i do roll wit 2 crews on wagg block wich is city wide we beef dez mob niggas and we be scrappin in da streetz and stuff on everything we do but itz too cold now so we got a mutual peace den im in bpb which is bradford point boys whech is a crew in dis housing projects 3 blocks from were i stay and i walk der and chill
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Post by dreaken1993 on Dec 7, 2008 22:52:21 GMT
but i think gangbangin is stupid dats why i just chill with gang niggas and not claim because if you cant stand on your own and you need a gang behind you youll neva learn to be a man
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Post by ~>Epidemic<~ on Dec 9, 2008 1:30:23 GMT
I don't bang.
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Post by CAP0N3 on Dec 14, 2008 23:37:35 GMT
Okay *stays on topic Yo, today, I shot a kidd, for a fruit by the foot, dude told me he couldnt share cuz he was down to just 2 feet... I WASNT HAVING THAT..- AT ALL. so I shot em, that's how gangsta I am, dude wanted to take the plunge, so I gave em a nestea.. right down his throat... can and all. Dude's dont wanna mess with me, cause sometimes.. I tend to cutt people for looking at me wrong or telling me that I have a small willy.. which is totally fabricated.. Cuz I am indeed huge in the pants.. which goe's without saying giving the handsome looks ive been blessed with from one god himself.. but thats neither here nor there... this is about me cutting people because they didnt share their last brusselsprout with me... even when I dont really like brusselsprouts... they dont either... and if they dont share it with me, than all hell will break lose,.. I'll grab my friend.. sir lama the 22nd, and blam dude until he recognizes that his food is half mine... on another note.. Im a fuckin O.G. I rep the hardest clique ever.. I dont know if you know em or heard about em.. we're called 'not a real clique'... but yeah, we run shit, we shoot old women for there poket bags when there not looking.. cuz if they were looking, we'd all be shook and wouldnt be able to hold it down... but me, im rarely shook.. cuz im hard remember? I shoot kids who dont share their brusselsprouts... dont judge me at all... or your brusselsprouts will too be stolen. lmao dont ever try to steal my brusselsprouts or else lol |
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Post by HiQ on Jan 13, 2009 21:09:34 GMT
My two cents?...
I was born and raised in Crown Heights in Brooklyn, New York and had strong ties to the Crips in the area. Actually, they were so strong, I couldn't really walk through the Stuy without some cat callin me out because Bed-Stuy was blood territory. And I had friends over there, you know? Both my parents worked all day and a lot of times I needed money for shit like trips and shit. Crazy as this may sound, I would get yelled at whenever I asked for money because living in NY aint easy or cheap. So I would rob a Paki shop and sell. Pick up crack from the ice man and sell it. That had me runnin wit Crips. And I realized they weren't always about killing. Or stealing. A few of them were athletes and the money they made went to equipment they wouldn't have been able to afford otherwise. A few of them were even in Brooklyn College. College? And they paid for it by going out at night and running with their sets. Plus, me being Haitian with Haitian Mafia in my family I was heavily recruited in the first place. So there was a lot of pressure for a 10-11 year old to deal with.
I did whatever they asked me to because I saw the guarantee of protection in school when I repped the Eastside. I saw financial support for my love of basketball. I was able to afford camp. I could feed my love of science by going to the Smithsonian and all those big museums on trips that cost too much for my parents to pay for. I could buy the pizza at lunch instead of eating that bullshit government issue sandwiches and little milk carton. That shit matters to a kid. And I didn't have the guidance to know better.
I don't make excuses for my choices and ignorance. I accept the results. I was shot as a 12 year old. Because I wasn't used to having to defend my territory from other crack dealers. I wasn't used to having to lift a .22 or a 44 or 38...the first time I cut someone open I threw up on their body and they died of septic poisoning in the hospital. My vomit got into the gash across their stomach...
The first time I shot someone I almost shot myself in the leg putting the gun away. Shit wasn't easy and shit wasn't fun. Shit wasn't like the movies or half the shit I was told for that matter. I used to run wit five guys and they all dead now. I had to move away to survive. So yeah, I used to claim Crip and I', glad for most of the experience I gained because it made me a stronger person. But I've always thought that I could have gained that insight with a lesser cost, you know?
And you know...people who let that stupidity persist in their lives after getting out of it or claiming to be in it and then out of it...(no names...) wit stuff like C4L or ck's or whatever other things people want to stand out with...you just gotta see its immature. I've done shit to be locked up until my skin is wrinkly as fuck but I ain't cuz I was never caught or the money was there, you know? So I take that opportunity to put it behind me cuz even though some things may be habit (street villain) you better realize that unless you break that habit (if its true at all) or else someone realer than that is going to use that habit like a bat and crack your back with it. Believe me. Anyway. Shit, enough didactic. I'm outta here...
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