I've never seen so much pussified azz nigg@s in my life. Scared to run a train. You guys most of not had fathers or big brothers and cousins. You couldn't roll with my click if you didn't do what we did. How we gon trust you? I beat if your crew got into a big fight you wouldnt' jump in either? Things like this let me know who the real stand up guys are and who the pussified fronters are.
Anyhow, I use to live in the hood in Norfolk Va. Off Tidewater drive across from Huntersville. It was 5 dudes living in a 3 bedroom. 2 dudes were in the Navy, 3 of us was unemployed. We partied everyday. We could pull girls sitting on the porch. We were all from the south. The was a train going done at the least bi-weekly. Every new girl that came thru was a potential victim. If it wasn't your main girl, you had to see what she was about. Across the street in this crackhouse was my homeboy that raps/pimps now. We could go to the mall and these dude would see a chick and be like "she'll go." And get a her # and later on she'll be over the "animal house" getting stretched out. He had that skill. Anybody that was there could hit it. Most girl never even look back to see who was hitting it. We had some savages in my click. It got so bad, if a dude was in a room smashing one or two of us would come and try the pull out method, putting our peice right near her mouth, usually it worked.
That house was off the chain everyday. Everyday! Young school girls over doing our hair, dropping it like it's hot. Prostitutes just chilling. Crackheads washing our cars. We were cool with a lot ex-cons. I don't know how we never got into some serious trouble. My roommate from Texas is one of the wildest dudes a know when it comes to women. Str8 retarded. Hollering at minor in front their mommas. On a serious tip, no joking. He was 24 then, he girl was from Bmore and I can't say how old she was. He would go raw during trains most of the time. Dudes were backdooring dude's girls when they weren't there. It was a crazy time. We starting having stripper parties. I loved it over there. You could actually go to sleep in a quiet house at 9pm monday, and wake up at 1030pm getting head with music and smoking blasting. It this time of my life, I didn't go to clubs, happy hours, movies. I was a 100% pure hood nigg@. I miss it. I had to move up out of there once I got a job.
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