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Post by King Vegas on Aug 17, 2007 13:43:16 GMT -4
..After the hour long ride, they had arrived. Pearson International Airport. Both men make their way towards the terminal of the massive structure after exiting the limosuine in which had transported them here, smiles on their faces as their casual conversation continues on from the trip here. A thick cloud of smoke billows up above the brow of His Majesty, his steps slow and paced, clearly the small injury effecting his walking efforts at least slightly, as the everyday sounds of such an establishment seemingly almost drown out the voices of both men as they inch closer and closer to the terminal's entrance from afar...
His Majesty's eyes begin to scan the area thoroughly, knowing that their associate had stated that he'd be awaiting their arrival out front, so as to shorten the amount of time searching for one another. Not seeing his old friend right off, the man who would be King chimes in speaking to his brother in a low toned voice, but just audible for him to hear... Ahh...I knew something had slipped my mind back at the arena. Since we are both in agreement that a "sabbatical" is indeed in order for the both of us, I think...Why not pay a visit to an "old friend" at the season's culmination? A little relaxation and rest...Catching up on "old times" of course. It has been far too long since we have all been in contact with one another. Could prove to be...Interesting to reunite if only for a short while... His vision redirects towards his brother briefly, as he could feel his eyes shift his way momentarily. A smirk appeared on his face as they continued to walk along towards the terminal, no more than a hundred feet away perhaps. Once again he chimed in...Don't look so surprised Mr. Taylor...Ha Ha...You know as well as anyone, once Familia...Always Familia...And I'm quite sure he's absolutely MISERABLE without you and I around to keep him in check. Ha...So? Thoughts?
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Post by fninfamous on Aug 17, 2007 15:43:37 GMT -4
Tha Infamous 187 knew just who exactly that his brother Vegas was talking about. How he remembered the good old days. He had no complaints about seeing them again. It sounded like an excellent idea to him. Plus, a little rest and relaxation sounded good to him as well. A smirk crossed his lips as he looked back at Vegas and began to nod his head slightly. Then he responded by saying....
" You already know I'm down to see him again. Hopefully 'da homies will be there wit' him too. Been quite awhile since we seen anyone from 'dat side of 'Da Fam. We got plenty of catchin' up to do. Wonder how he been holdin' up ova' where he at now. Probably got mothaf**kas STILL hatin' on him. Aha!"
Walking through the door of the terminal, 187 looked around at what was going on around them. People rushing left and right to get to where they needed to be. He laughed to himself and shook his head. He turned his attention back to his brother Vegas and said...
"Sh*t looks busy as f**k 'round here. Mothaf**kas in a hurry. You know where exactly we supposed to go? 'Cause it looks like we might have to do some searchin' to find dude."
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Post by King Vegas on Aug 17, 2007 16:01:58 GMT -4
Well...That's a good question. He did state that he'd be out front. Must have gotten off to...
His words trail off, as his eyes seemingly fixate on something further into terminal. He had already begun to search and scan the building through the crowds and lines of people coming and going. He shook his head as if to inform his brother that he truly had no idea where the man would be if he wasn't where he stated he would. So slowly but surely they both began a slow walk through terminal, all the while conversing, His Majesty's eyes remained locked way ahead of their steps...
Knowing him my friend, there IS no telling. But I do hope we can find him before his mouth and capacity for violence gets him in trouble. He CAN be a hot head sometimes...Well...All the time but you see where I'm going with this. And I damn sure hope he doesn't have any weapons on him this time for Christ's sake...
His words come to a pause once again as they continued through the center of the structure, bypassing coming and going passengers along the way as well as the occasional glance towards a member of the fairer sex here and there of course. A few minutes pass, each man's eyes scanning the area for their waiting associate. Before long the man who would be King, had grown a bit frustrated. He was never one to want to wait for anything pretty much and things of this nature were no different for His Majesty. Then the faint sound of a voice graces his ears as his steps pause. His arm extends, as his hand lands on his brother's shoulder as if halting him to listen closer...A smile comes to his face, as he glances no more than 20 feet away from the very spot they stood in, hearing the voice seemingly grow louder. He merely shook his head in disbelief almost as he began slowly making his way towards the ruckus before turning back to his brother...
I think I know where we MIGHT be able to find him Mr. Taylor...Ha Ha...Come...This should be most entertaining.
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Post by fninfamous on Aug 17, 2007 17:05:01 GMT -4
He pauses for a moment as he felt Vegas' hand upond his shoulder. 187 wondered what they were stopping for as he turned towards around. Seeing that Vegas had stopped and what looked like he was waiting for something. 187 began to looked around as well. Listening closely for whatever it may be that Vegas was listening for. A smirk crossed his face as he too could hear the volume in someone's voice raising in the distance. He knew that voice all too well. He shook his head and began to say...
"Ah sh*t... someone got his @$$ started again. Can't take him anywhere wit' out some kind of sh*t bein' started. Oh, but 'dats why we like 'dis man."
He laughed to himself as he proceeded to follow beside Vegas toward where they had heard the voices. He could only imagine what they had gotten themselves into. He shook his head as he could hear the foul language coming from the FAMILIAr voice ahead. Yep. That was him alright. Always getting himself into something. They could not have waited until they had let the airport to start doing this. 187 knew that he had quite a temper and a mouth on him to go with it. But from what he could hear, he knew exactly why they got along just like they had known each other for years.
"Sh***t... I know damn well 'dis is gonna be entertainin'... 'Dis is why 'dis mothaf**ka is Fam..."
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Post by King Vegas on Aug 17, 2007 17:33:24 GMT -4
Within moments they were upon the area where the ruckus was coming from. There were dozens of people standing around the area, all with their eyes pointed towards a location they couldn't see as they approached. Then as they stepped around the corner, sure enough it was him. Loud and raising hell as always. Four letter words galore as both men immediately began smiling as bright as they could at the spectacle. They merely stood by listening and watching as their brethren stood with his back turned, unaware of their presence seemingly finishing an argument with some unsuspecting tourist.
Looks like we arrived at just the right time...Heh Heh...Wonder how long he's been at this...
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Tommy Gunns
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Post by Tommy Gunns on Aug 17, 2007 17:38:32 GMT -4
MOTHERFUCKER!!! Get yo' fuckin' hands off my shit nigga!!! Is you out yo' GOD damn mind bitch? Give me my shit!...Damn!...Dat's why I hate travelin' to this damn country man. Canadian sumbitches think ya' own every damn thing. Even tha' ones with squinted eyes and Rice on they fuckin' breath...Shit...
Just as his two brothers in arms stepped around the corner, he was snatching a black duffel bag out of the grasps of some chinese sumbitch talking about it was his bag. Tommy had some special "medication" in that bag and no way in hell was this Jackie Chan wanna be gon' get it. Hell no! He turns slightly, with his eyes still on the much shorter man who was yelling something in chinese or something or another, clearly pissed all to hell as he began backpedaling giving his last words.
Yea yea, whateva' mothafucka', whateva'.. I bet you won't fuckin' step up to it chump. Get dat' ass club'd like a god damn baby seal nigga. Tommy don't get jacked, I DO the jackin' son. Charge it to tha' game bitch. Punk ass mothafu...
He turns suddenly coming face to face with his two buddies, standing there smiling at him. He stops, glancing the two men over for a few seconds, as he tosses the duffel bag over his shoulder. He nods for a few seconds, just as the smile starts to grow across his face and then...
'Bout fuckin' time ya' niggas showed up man. Been wrasslin' wit' some Rush Hour rip off over MY damn shit man. The fuck a goddamn Chinaman doin' in cold ass Toronto anyway? Ain't they supposed to keep they asses where Rice like grows all year 'round or some shit?
His smile grows to a massive size as his hand meets that of Vegas', a hand shake taking place, followed by a quick shoulder bump before the King steps aside, He drops the bag to the ground once again for this next one though. He throws his hands up, glancing towards the man known as Tha Infamous 187...
Murda'! What it is baby? Ha!!! What's up homey? Look like you need a vacation dog. I hear Aruba's all THAT this time a' year nigga!!! HA!!!
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Post by fninfamous on Aug 17, 2007 18:12:25 GMT -4
He shook his head at what he had seen. Same old Gunns. That's why he liked this guy. He didn't give a damn about who the person was. You disrespect Gunns, you're going to get something you don't want. 187 was exactly the same way. Talk trash or disrespect? You're going to get trouble.
"Ah sh*t! Tommy mothaf**kin' Gunns! My brotha' from anotha' f**kin' motha! Aruba? Hell, I need some f**kin' rest. "
He laughs at what Tommy had said to him about taking a vacation. It has been monthes and monthes since he had seen this man. Flashbacks came flooding in as that smirk on his face grew wider. Oh how 187 loved Aruba. Lovely place. Maybe you should visit it sometime. ;D His arms flew up in the air as he looked back at Tommy.
"Damn homie. How longs it been man? Whatcha been up to? Don't lie and say you been keepin' yo' @$$ outta' trouble. You know damn well you ain't been stayin' outta trouble. "
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Tommy Gunns
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Post by Tommy Gunns on Aug 17, 2007 18:30:35 GMT -4
Shit homey, da' same ol' same ol' really nigga. Had to bail up outta Ohio. Really doe. Shit wasn't lookin' too nice that way man. Me & Crack was gon' destroy them boys down there man. It ain't even worth it, so I said fuck it and shot over to D-Town for a minute wit' pretty boy Reymaun and chilled out there for a hot minute. Shit was pretty cool. Got some fine ass white bitches up there so it was aiight wit' me.
After that?...Shit a nigga just...
His words are interrupted by the sound of the same chinese man he was arguing with a few minutes ago. He turns seeing the man approaching from afar with what looked like a security guard in tow behind him, looking like they were headed his way again. Fuckin' haters don't ever stop. He turned to his brothers, nodding his head towards the exit to the terminal directly behind them a few hundred feet away, tossing the bag over his shoulder again.
But hey fellas let's talk and shit in tha' ride man. These sumbitches ain't really feelin' ya' boy Gunns nah'mean? Shit let's bail man.
And with that he turned, his brethren laughing along with one another as his steps began to carry him towards the exit, hoping to stay out of any more trouble or stay out of trouble that involved the police directly.
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Post by King Vegas on Aug 17, 2007 18:41:57 GMT -4
His Majesty smiled brightly hearing his long time associates words, and followed suit not wanting the inevitable coming confrontation with the approaching man in a uniform. Their steps were a bit more swift than when they had entered a little under a half hour before. They had much to discuss as far as the reason for His Majesty requesting his presence. No need to get in any unwanted altercations before hand. Especially with the biggest "job" His Majesty had ever commissioned the man known as Tommy Gunns for, swiftly approaching.
Within moments, the three men felt the light night breeze upon their faces as they stepped out of the terminal, seemingly having lost the two gentlemen in their casual pursuit moments ago. His Majesty turned briefly checking to see if the upset oriental man was still in eyesight. And he was, causing for a smile to cross his face as he nodded his head. Tommy could always get a rise out of anyone in a heartbeat it seemed. As well as get any job done. Regardless of how "dirty" it was. He continued to smile, speaking to his brothers as they continued towards the awaiting vehicle for their return to the Angel Tower...
You two...Why is it always that when I'm with you two that I either almost get into or actually do get into some mischief? Bad influences you two are. I should find some more upstanding "friends" to socialize with...Heh...
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Post by fninfamous on Aug 17, 2007 18:56:15 GMT -4
187 looked at Vegas and began to laugh to himself at what he had said about the "mischief" him and Tommy get into. It was true. Whenever 187 and Vegas were together, something was bound to happen. Just add Gunns into the mix and you were in for one hell of a night. Shaking his head slightly, 187 looked up at Vegas and responded by saying...
"Ah, come on V'! You know damn well 'dat if you didn't have us, sh*t wouldn't get done 'round here. We get get bidness done when no one else can. It's 'dat simple. Plus, who else would you get yo' smoke from? Aha! You need people like us. Wit'out people like us, there wouldn't be no Fam. It's sad but it's 'da truth. Who else is gonna get they hands dirty? Sometimes you don't even come outta 'da house long enough to eva' get sh*t done. You know why ya need friends like us."
He pauses for a moment before bursting into laughter again. 187 looked up at Vegas and began to shake his head and his hands.
"Man, you know I'm just f**kin' wit' you V'. Damn. Don't have a heart attack or nothin'. I'm just f**kin' 'round."
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Tommy Gunns
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Post by Tommy Gunns on Aug 17, 2007 19:05:16 GMT -4
Tommy listened to 187's words the entire time the three men walked towards their ride for the night, a smile on his face as he held back the laughter. Shit was true though. They got shit done when it was time to ride. That's why V called him when it was some real shit about to go down. People like 187 and himself? Was bascially necessary when you ran shit like the Fam did. Gotta have people who can hold it down and represent however, whenever on whoever.
Aww hell, he know what he be doin' Murda'. Get us all hyped and crunk and shit to go handle some bitches with a little speech about the crew and how we do shit. Have a nigga straight wired up man and ready to kill a mothafucka'. Dude got some inspirational speeches for yo' ass homey. Like that Aruba shit. Now V tell the truth, who the hell else you was' gon' get to do that shit for you while you was in the damn hospital bed man? No damn body. If 7 and me wasn't there, the shit wouldn't even went down right nigga. Ha Ha...But nigga ya' damn sho' pay good so I keeps the drama comin' at all times for ya' potna'.
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Post by King Vegas on Aug 17, 2007 20:43:56 GMT -4
I feel so touched Tommy...No...Heh Heh...I truly do...
The laughter and small talk surrounding catching up with one another continued on the entire trek to the awaiting limousine a few hundred yards away. Once they arrived, the appointed chauffeur of course made sure to open their door for the gentlemen, each one filing in behind one another preparing for their ride back to the Angel Towers. His Majesty immediately began making himself a bit more comfortable, reaching for the phone placed firmly on his hip, retrieving it and glancing at the name on the face of the device before continuing the conversation, just as the vehicle could be heard starting up beginning their journey "home"...
So...Any word from Raven as of late? He really hasn't sought to return any phone calls during his rehabilitation process it seems. Always the lone and secluded one he is. And I know how "close" you two are so I figured...You may have recieved word by now hm?
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Tommy Gunns
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Post by Tommy Gunns on Aug 17, 2007 20:58:25 GMT -4
Tommy rolled his eyes listening to V's teasing. Seeing the smile slowly forming on his face as he stared at the phone in his hand. He just shook his head after looking towards 187 before finally speaking up...
Maaaann...Don't even fuckin' play wit' me V. You know DAMN well I can't stand that pretty ass ladies man mothafucka'. Bitch gets on my fuckin' nerves man. All polite and shit one minute then nut the hell up and stab a bitch through her god damn hand man. The fuck is that shit about? Shit was funny as fuck when it happened but later on? I thought 'bout that shit. Crazy mothafucka's do shit like that man. Dude done damn lost it I believe V. You need ta' stop fuckin' wit' Raven man. Nigga done flipped the fuck out. And this nigga here always want me to work wit' his ass man. Psshh....
And hell naw I ain't heard shit from him. Everytime we talk we end up cussin' each otha' out anyway. I ain't got time fo' that headache there man. You pay good but not THAT damn good. Shit....
Tommy turned for a second seeing the smile on 187's face as he talked about their recently injured brother. He himself had to show a bit of that laughter when he saw V laughing as well. He shook his head as he went on, turning to face 187...
I'm serious nigga. That mothafucka just flipped the hell OUT dog...Heh Heh...Gotsta' give it to him. Shit was gangsta fo' real. Shit was gangsta. But damn. Ol' girl was screamin' like she was givin' birth to Cabal Xavier nigga. And you KNOW how big a' head that fucker got right? Like somethin' was rippin' her ass apart from the inside. Damn! I bet that shit hurt like hell dog. Ha Ha...And V just sat by and LET the nigga stab his baby momma in her hand cuz'. You sons of bitches off the chain man.
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Post by fninfamous on Aug 18, 2007 0:25:19 GMT -4
187 raised an eyebrow as he looked at Tommy. He wondered what the hell was wrong with Raven. He knew crazy. He's seen crazy. Hell, he's been called crazy himself. But stabbing a woman in the hand? That wasn't crazy. That just meant there's something wrong with a person. There's some kind of mental illness there. That was psychotic. 187 shook his head slightly as he began to respond to Tommy by saying...
"What 'da f**k is wrong wit' his @$$? If you ask me... 'Dat sh*t sounds like a straight b***h move. I know he ya homie and all V'... but stabbin' his baby momma in 'da hand? 'Dat sh*t just sounds like a straight up b***h move. Raven couldn't of f**ked wit' someone who bleeds like he bleeds and takes a piss when they stand? 'Dat sh*t just sounds like homie got a lil' problem wit' himself. I don't know if it's just me, but 'dat sounds like some b***h sh*t. I wouldn't know. I don't know Raven all like 'dat. But 'dat sounds... I don't even know man."
He shook his head a little bit again. He couldn't understand what would possess a man to stab a woman in the hand. And someone like Raven? Who seemed to be all about the ladies, from what he had heard. He couldn't make sense of it.
"'Dat sh*t does sound gangsta. But he couldn't have stabbed a dude in 'da hand? Dude had to go on and stab his girl in 'da hand? 'Dat just sounds like kind of a b***h move. 'Dats all I'm sayin'. Just sounds like dude got some issues wit' women. I don't know. I wasn't there. But it just sounds real f**ked up. 'Dat is some psycho sh*t. Maybe he was hittin' right or somethin'. Ol' girl makin' fun of his package or she findin' someone who can deliva'. I don't know. Sounds like some real f**ked up sh*t if you ask me."
He simply just shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know Raven that well. He didn't know what to say about that situation. It was just some really messed up, psychotic type of thing to do to your own woman.
"F**k it."
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Tommy Gunns
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Post by Tommy Gunns on Aug 18, 2007 0:34:23 GMT -4
By that time both Tommy and Vegas were laughing almost hysterically listening to 187's words. Then as if V had realized something, he stopped suddenly, a smile being supressed it seems as he and Tommy locked eyes, them both realizing the exact same thing...Turning to 187 with laughter in his voice he spoke up again...
Oh nah dog. You misunda'stood. Ha Ha...It wasn't even HIS baby momma dog. It was V's baby momma nigga! Heh Heh...That what was funny 'bout the shit though. V and everybody was in shock like a mothafucka'. Niggas couldn't even move in that bitch man. Then dude went outside wit' that Cross dude and they got it on out there too. Which eva' one it is. The one who think he a wolf or some shit. I dunno. But girlie got FUCKED...UP! Ha!!!! Look at V ova' there laughin' man. That nigga's gangsta dog, straight gangsta! Ya' boy Raven got some shit to handle up in that brain of his though. Probably lost it from fuckin' wit' that psycho bitch he hooked up wit' in Ohio. Lords knows that bitch ain't got not ONE god damn screw tightened in her damn brain man. ALL her screws is loose nigga. Now THAT'S the one he SHOULDA' stabbed the fuck up. Straight up.
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Post by fninfamous on Aug 18, 2007 0:47:03 GMT -4
187 began laughing to himself realizing now that he had heard Tommy wrong. He thought Raven had stabbed his girlfriend. Now thinking back, he seen where he got it mixed up. He shook his head head and turned to Vegas and said...
"Oh sh*t. 'Dat was yo' girl he stabbed V'? Damn. Mothaf**ka still got problems though."
He looked back at Tommy for a moment. Still laughing a little bit.
'It probably is 'cause of 'dat crazy @$$ chick he f**kin' 'round wit'. Eitha' way, it still sound like a b***h move to me. Sh*t. If homie was man enough, should've stabbed 'dat punk @$$ Cross brotha'. 'Dats just me. If I was him, I woulda' f**ked someone up worth cuttin' up. Ya know what I'm sayin'? I ain't tryna' say Raven a b***h fo' doin' what he did, it's just 'dat he did somethin' a b***h would do. 'Dats all I'm sayin'. Maybe it was just a b***h moment or some type of sh*t like 'dat. I don't know. Maybe 'dat crazy @$$ chick he f**kin' wit' made him do it."
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Post by King Vegas on Aug 18, 2007 0:55:31 GMT -4
Trying to allow for his laughter to at least subside a bit, he shakes his head smiling towards the two men seated across from him before speaking...
Alright, alright gentlemen. Raven isn't here to defend himself so let's not dwell on the past. And she was a past flame Mr. Taylor mind you. Even though she deserved it anyway but...That's neither here nor there I guess...
Another smile creeps onto his face as he shrugs it off before going on, as his gaze shifts to the passing scenery as the limo speeds down the Toronto highways. A moment of silence ensues before him turning back to face Mr. Gunns in particular...
Let's talk "business" Mr. Gunns. We of course spoke briefly on the "job" I have requested this time around. I take it, you have an amount in mind for compensation already? You usually do. And I'm sure this one will be...Quite larger in size than the previous ones. Though it'll be deserved of course.
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Tommy Gunns
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Post by Tommy Gunns on Aug 18, 2007 1:01:13 GMT -4
Tommy's hand raised towards his face, his palm grazing his beard before the smile on his face began to slowly dissipate before speaking.
Yea yea nigga. I'm expectin' a big ass payday from dis' one no doubt. I'm talkin' 7 digits too. And ain't no damn 1 or a 2 in the first column of that numba' eitha'. This is a big one dog and I aim to make the most of it. Shit, afta' dis' one I can get out da' fuckin' game if I want. Go chill on them islands you and Juarez always like to be loungin' on all the time. Get me a white woman wit' a mouth like a Hoover and call it a day. Get bucks and then get sucked. That's it nigga. So, who da' hell I gotta fuck up dis' time man? I'm riding solo or...
He turns facing 187 again...
My nigga Murda' ridin' again? K-Dog? Who?
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Post by King Vegas on Aug 18, 2007 1:06:40 GMT -4
His Majesty merely shrugs the latest inquiry from Mr. Gunns off before shifting his vision towards his Familia brother...
Actually, it's not necessary yet...That's up to him really. Mr. Taylor?
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Post by fninfamous on Aug 18, 2007 1:10:36 GMT -4
That smirk crossed his face as Tommy looked at him. It was already clear from the look on 187's face that he was indeed coming along for the ride this time.
"Whatcha lookin' at me fo'? You know damn well I'm comin' along fo' 'dis one. I ain't had me any action in a long @$$ time. It's been a few monthes since I done any dirty work. V' told me 'bout 'dis job, I told his @$$ already to not say anotha' word. Sign me up. Suit me up. I'm ready roll. Get down on some military type sh*t. You know what I'm sayin'? Gotta make sure I ain't gettin' rusty out here. I start slippin', and then I ain't even gonna be ready fo' some sh*t to go down if someone tryna' roll on me. So you ain't even gotta ask me to come along, I'm already down to ride. You know how it goes man. You eitha' get down, or you lay down. Mothaf**kas don't wanna get down wit' 'Da Fam, they gonna lie six feet deep in 'da ground."
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