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Post by kony on Mar 19, 2007 2:02:39 GMT -4
The scene, Red Hook Tire Works, Red Hook, Brooklyn. Jayson Jones stands dressed in Jeans, A bubble coat and a black Rasta-Fari cap. Behind him, an Oil drum with flames coming out, crackling in the cold NY air. Staring into the camera, he makes his intent clear.
Welcome to the streets, Cabal. MY streets. Not the 'burbs ya punk ass comes from. This is the place, where niggas lay down they lives fa' respect. Fa' loyalty. This right here. Fa' the last month, you've been livin' a fantasy. One where your this "boss" or whateva'. I don't know how, I don't give a shit why. What I do know, is ya' punk ass went on and pissed off the wrong Yardie. So now, it's time to ante up. The last two fights didn't settle shit. Not by a long shot. This next one, best believe it's gonna settle a WHOLE lot. I'ma bottom line it so that you unda'stand. LAST MAN STANDING. No exscuses. No rules. No bullshit.There's gonna be a winner this time. And there's gonna be a bitch maw'fucka gettin' his shit popped. So don't come wit' ya' usual bullshit. Just show ya' big ass up, and get ready to get rolled on. Me' gon BUS'Ya BUMBOCLOT head, boy. And thas' realer then real, sucka.
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