Those Cleveland goons ain’t nothing to fukk with. They have no hope so they are dangerous.
One of my Cleveland brehs took me to his weed connect cause he was reuppin. This weed breh lived in this crazy ass hood part of Cleveland. We pull up and goons came out of nowhere and we’re peering in at us thru the windows of the whip
Felt like I was a animal in a zoo exhibit.
They had us surrounded quick as a damn hiccup.
My breh who was driving was yelling thru a crack in his window. Aye we are here to see Antoine mane!!!
Then his breh Antoine came out and all the goons just melted away. I was sitting there halfway shook cause it could have easily gone the other way. This was in the winter and everyone was wearing Carhart gear. The overalls, hat, coats.
We got in the crib and I was like damn y’all are squaded up around here.
He was like .. this goon shyt is all we got breh. Cavs are ass. The Browns are ass. All we got is Bone Thugs in Harmony, liquor, and ho’s. It’s a cold world outchea
We go back outside and we hear a car coming up the street BAMMIN loud as fukk. Playing that Pac n Bone song Thug Luv. shyt was Quaking!
As the car pulls in behind ours into a parking spot all you hear is. I TOOK A PLANE OUT TO CLEVELAND LATE LAST EVENING!! Shotgun shots
Car turns off and this old ass lady gets out and yells at the weed breh Antoine. She said come get these bags!
She was his grandma.
We helped her bring the groceries in.