I didnt give them little b*stards shyt. They were always throwing rocks and shyt.
Some of our local national workers though were cool. We used to give them sodas, eggs, and shyt like rice and tomatoes. We had a set up with the shop owner where we'd hook him up with food and he'd give us DVD's and phone cards for free, until he got greedy one day and tried to hustle us on some bullshyt. It was hot as fukk that day and me and my boy Calhoun (a crazy nikka from Florida) were hauling food back and forth. We'd been at it for a few hours, with NO help just the two of us, and this little frail ass shop keeper come talking about he want a carton of eggs.
Calhoun:

you can't see we workin, fukk out of my face
Shop keeper:

Are you serious??
Calhoun: YES MUTHAfukkA IM SERIOUS!!! GET THE fukk OUT M FACE AND NEXT TIME YOU COME IN HERE YOU BETTER BE BEARING GIFTS!! IM FROM THE HOOD nikka I DONT GIVE A FUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!
Me:

Calhoun was crazy
Me and the Homie