I actually got a Mike Tyson story
I was in DC in the early 2000s and me and the homies went to this club called State of the Union on U st.
we had got some breezies to come back to the crib with us and one of 'em got held up and everybody's wondering "where the hell this chick go?"
my boy walks a little bit up the side walk and he turns around and gives me this look
turns out Mike Tyson wanted to holla at one of the chicks and at that point we're all like
her and her friends still ended up coming over but they really wasn't about shyt but smoking up all our weed and bouncing out
but yeah, there's no cotdamn way we woulda forced any kinda issue with dude. seeing him in person you always hear about how he's not that tall and he's not, but that motherfukker was broad as hell
nikka's arms and shoulders weren't on no pretty, bodybuilder type shyt
it was more like a trunk and limbs of straight corrugated sheet metal I-will-fukk-you-up muscles
being around him was like going to that one friend's house that got that bad ass pitbull that looks at you like this the whole time
but he swears it's not gonna bite gonna do anything to you