I really don't understand hanging out at gas stations, they have nothing better to do. That's trouble and bullshyt might pop off. I refuse to go to the gas station where a bunch of bum people hang out. I don't want to be caught up in their bullshyt beef shyt that I might be caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time. fukk that.
Back when I got my first apartment there was a 7/11 down the street I used to go to that usually had a gaggle of nikkas hanging out front smoking swishers and drinking beer. They weren't too bad, yeah they tried to holler at all the fine women but they'd hold the door open for the elders and would give you a head nod on the way in or out.
About a month after my move my mom comes to town to see my new place and go to dinner. After dinner I had her take me over there to cop my usual snacks and not 30 seconds after entering the store, all I hear from the parking lot is
"boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!" I look outside and see nikkas fleeing, few more seconds later another round of
"boom, boom, boom, boom!" and tires screeching. The cashiers are fully crouched behind the counter, a few customers are on the floor and I found myself ducking down by the drink fridge with my eye on the rear exit door, fumbling for my phone to call my mom to make sure SHE was okay.
Thankfully everyone survived and only two brehs were injured but this shyt was nothing but a half assed drive-by done by some young nikkas who had "beef" with one of the outside nikkas, saw an opportunity and took it.
I was 18 then and I'm 32 now and I think about that incident every time I enter a gas station or convivence store. A few more seconds asking ma dukes if she was SURE she didn't want a Coke for the road and I might not be writing this right now. That's some spooky ass shyt.