Done hustlin for a while (story inside /wpics)

You ghetto rats can all go back to your coke games and .22's...leave the real business to people who know what the fuck they are doing. :smokin:

pushers. haha. :smokin:

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Originally Posted by Terps

wanna talk about getting robbed...
1/2 a year ago i was gettin into the hustlin game pretty hard, started out with small amounts of weed 1/8ths and quarters then got to oz and qp's...then came coke, soft and hard....got into it hardcore.
i moved out on my own and the first month of me livingon my own my door was always opening, ppl comming and going, was nothing to see a few grand a night.
Then one night i was outa town my buddies were at my house and sum black ppl kicked the door in and had a buncha swords (or so im told) and demanded money and drugs, they got about a oz of dank and a grand. nothin much but enough to keep me on my toes. at first i thought my friends just got outa control and smoked a buncha my shit and bought sum blow. but thats besidethe point, so i buy a gun for pertection.
2 weeks later to the day im sitting up stairs with my girl and all of a sudden my front door gets blown in by a shot gun and bee bees hit the wall right by my girls face! now i dart to the bathroom where i kept my gun (a little barreta) but thought to myselfa shotgun vs a little barreta that shots little 22 bullets nah ill go out with my hands up haha so i walk outa my bathroom and get pistol whipped with a gun, dont no what kind dont rly care i was pissed, they take our phones and drag me downstaris (where i did my busniss) as i get to the buttom of the stairs they shoot another round off that goes right by my ear, now right at that moment i was knocked out by the noise of a shotgun going off right by my ear and i wake up in the hospital.
my girlfriend and police are right by my side and i asked what happend....
well to get to the point, 3 shots were fired that night, first blew the door in, second knocked me out, and third skimmed thetop of my head..

http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k9...99755157_l.jpg
http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k9...99744909_l.jpg
http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k9...05/hustlin.jpg

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hmm, interesting story.

maybe it's time you try to find another profession. dont say, 'Drugs and the streets are all i know' - thats bull. if malcolm x can turn his life around and away from the streets, so can you. do you think your life worth selling some drugs and risking it in the process? you may be getting some thrills from this for now, but you wont be any longer when next time someone will actually kill you.

peace.

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Originally Posted by Terps

wanna talk about getting robbed...
1/2 a year ago i was gettin into the hustlin game pretty hard, started out with small amounts of weed 1/8ths and quarters then got to oz and qp's...then came coke, soft and hard....got into it hardcore.
i moved out on my own and the first month of me livingon my own my door was always opening, ppl comming and going, was nothing to see a few grand a night.
Then one night i was outa town my buddies were at my house and sum black ppl kicked the door in and had a buncha swords (or so im told) and demanded money and drugs, they got about a oz of dank and a grand. nothin much but enough to keep me on my toes. at first i thought my friends just got outa control and smoked a buncha my shit and bought sum blow. but thats besidethe point, so i buy a gun for pertection.
2 weeks later to the day im sitting up stairs with my girl and all of a sudden my front door gets blown in by a shot gun and bee bees hit the wall right by my girls face! now i dart to the bathroom where i kept my gun (a little barreta) but thought to myselfa shotgun vs a little barreta that shots little 22 bullets nah ill go out with my hands up haha so i walk outa my bathroom and get pistol whipped with a gun, dont no what kind dont rly care i was pissed, they take our phones and drag me downstaris (where i did my busniss) as i get to the buttom of the stairs they shoot another round off that goes right by my ear, now right at that moment i was knocked out by the noise of a shotgun going off right by my ear and i wake up in the hospital.
my girlfriend and police are right by my side and i asked what happend....
well to get to the point, 3 shots were fired that night, first blew the door in, second knocked me out, and third skimmed thetop of my head..

http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k9...99755157_l.jpg
http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k9...99744909_l.jpg
http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k9...05/hustlin.jpg

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wow, hope all heals very soon, if you decide to deal again, i'd stick with the weed, things don't happen over it like it does crack

very crazy story...

I know of a few stories very similar to this that have happen to friends and family.

My dad was a well known drug dealer... when i was younger we sometimes had people break in our house... had someone point a gun at my mom in front of me when i was younger. crazy shit like that... you don't want to fuck with selling coke... yea it might make you some quick money... but over time it will only get you killed or in jail (like my dad (5 years), 2 uncles (a few years), and one of my friends (currently in) have experienced). people on coke go crazy, most of the hardcore addicts are all psychoitc and down to kill for it. So only sell if your willing to get killed or do time.

Be smart and only stick to the friendly, all natural drug, marijuana...

making quick money off low-life people is bad karma... and it will come back to you..

your lucky to be alive...

be smart. be safe.

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Originally Posted by Binzhoubum

You ghetto rats can all go back to your coke games and .22's...leave the real business to people who know what the fuck they are doing. :smokin:

pushers. haha. :smokin:

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I feel for the kid but you are right street level dealers are what
keep drugs like marijuana illegal. And if you sell to any retarded
cokehead with money something like this was bound to happen.
You are going to sell to the wrong person which will set you up
to be robbed or you will eventually sell to an undercover cop and
end up in jail. There is always someone bigger and bader than you
and it seems this guy ended up at the bottom of the food chain.

Well anyways it was a lesson learned the hard way.

O my Jebus

thats some fucked up shit

if I were you, I'd be like a banana and split

sometimes the hustle ain't worth the hassle

You know, a person who does not partake in "drugs" would view this nonsense as to why drugs are illegal in the first place. To most people, they lead to senseless violence.

Of course, you aren't to blame for a bunch of black guys shooting down your door and stealing your shit. But you are to blame for getting into this so called "game."

My advice? Get rid of the rap CDs, lose the XXXL jeans and t-shirts and, well, grow up. Marijuana, to me, is much more than a means to an end; your end: being a "baller" with your money and clothes, etc.

If you want to make money, go to school, get a job and then buy weed from one of your buddies. Or better yet, just grow it. Don't get involved with the "negative aspects" of the so-called marijuana/drug life-style. It really gives people like me, as well as many other rational and peaceful weed smokers, a very bad name.

Just my two cents. Don't threaten to bust a cap in my ass, or anything.

:rolleyes:

^ HAHA did u look at the pics, u make me sound all fuckin ghetto
rap cds, xxxxl pants wtf dude look at my pic does it look like i wear xxxl pants, hell no ima skater!

o and by the way to all u fuckin haters that say blah blah "The Game" blah blah hustlins bad grow up do somthing...FUCK YOU! some ones gotta do it, some ones gotta sell u nugs

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Originally Posted by Terps

o and by the way to all u fuckin haters that say blah blah "The Game" blah blah hustlins bad grow up do somthing...FUCK YOU! some ones gotta do it, some ones gotta sell u nugs

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:p What a joke.

Nobody sells me any nugs. I'm quite capable of producing them myself, out of the ground. It's like magic! And when I have leftovers, which is always, I give them away. That's right, give as in 'free'. I figure I produce enough that I keep at least one or two gun-toting slanger idiots out of work. That's my version of community service and civic responsibility. Heh.