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Cant win them all. Share a story when you lost a fight and what lead up to it.
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My homeboy bike got stolen by this nigga from the apartments once...
I was trying to fight the nigga off but dude was tough as shit and my boy was no help.
I rode my bike back to the way and got my cousin and like 4 other older niggaz.... We went in the apartments b and fucked niggaz up that day....I had to be like 10.... That was a brawl... Adults was getting in it and everything.... We got my boy bike back, and nobody got in trouble so it was all good...
That nigga kept trying to fight me afterwards.... But he really couldn't fight... He was just big and strong.
He claimed he beat me up once... But all he did was just fall on top of me and didn't let me up... No punches.... So as I got up I sparked the fuck outta him . But niggaz broke it up then
I was trying to fight the nigga off but dude was tough as shit and my boy was no help.
I rode my bike back to the way and got my cousin and like 4 other older niggaz.... We went in the apartments b and fucked niggaz up that day....I had to be like 10.... That was a brawl... Adults was getting in it and everything.... We got my boy bike back, and nobody got in trouble so it was all good...
That nigga kept trying to fight me afterwards.... But he really couldn't fight... He was just big and strong.
He claimed he beat me up once... But all he did was just fall on top of me and didn't let me up... No punches.... So as I got up I sparked the fuck outta him . But niggaz broke it up then
im not mad my guy I walked away not even that pussy was left in tact
I deserved the ass whoopin
LUCIEN
I hate getting punched in the head
Am I reading this right, a grown ass man lost to a 10 year old?
Naw the nigga who took the bike was our age,
When we went up the apartments to get it back, adults were jumping in the big ass brawl..
It was me and 4 teenagers.
When we ran in their apt building it was the boy, 2 of his friends and like two adults...I don't think they was his parents... Maybe cousins or neighbors... But shit was wild
GNS
OG
My bad sugarlips
DOS_patos
Unverified Legion of Trill member
DOS_patos
Unverified Legion of Trill member
shit du's story gave me a flash back to when i fought one of my homies.
my an this nigga was coll since kindergarden....so i guess it was just a matter of time.
playing football in middle school 8th grade.
i dont even remember what we was fighting for.....all i know was i was swift with my shit.
so after the words were exchanged...it was time to knuckle up.
im tagging the shit outta him.....but i knew he wasnt nice with his hands he was all brute strength.
so as long as i stayed away from him i was good and had it in the bag.
pop pop pop.
shit was looking like a runaway fight.....then here comes the ladies..
you know how the ladies do....oh shit, he fucking him up.
so i got into my own head...and made a fatal mistake...i got close to him to flurry him on the inside.
that nigga grabbed hold of me.....i remember grabbed like my shoulder or some shit.....sky dirt sky dirt sky dirt.
i was zero gravity one second then landing on something solid....like three times.
like when the hulk slammed loki.
the silence.
literally when the dust cleared people standing over me like...ok he opened his eyes and they waked off.
you ever just sit up and process your actions?
that was one of those times.
my an this nigga was coll since kindergarden....so i guess it was just a matter of time.
playing football in middle school 8th grade.
i dont even remember what we was fighting for.....all i know was i was swift with my shit.
so after the words were exchanged...it was time to knuckle up.
im tagging the shit outta him.....but i knew he wasnt nice with his hands he was all brute strength.
so as long as i stayed away from him i was good and had it in the bag.
pop pop pop.
shit was looking like a runaway fight.....then here comes the ladies..
you know how the ladies do....oh shit, he fucking him up.
so i got into my own head...and made a fatal mistake...i got close to him to flurry him on the inside.
that nigga grabbed hold of me.....i remember grabbed like my shoulder or some shit.....sky dirt sky dirt sky dirt.
i was zero gravity one second then landing on something solid....like three times.
like when the hulk slammed loki.
the silence.
literally when the dust cleared people standing over me like...ok he opened his eyes and they waked off.
you ever just sit up and process your actions?
that was one of those times.
What thang?
T. Sanford
T. Sanford/Trill Doggy Dog (Legion Of Trill)
The first and only L that I took in the hood was from a jump
My first experience that I have to be aware of my surroundings was at 10 years old. My grandmother stayed in a hood on the eastside. I used to be over my grandmother's house 24/7. My grandmother would usually give me a $1, so I can go to the corner store and get me some chips, Debbie cake and a can drink....Yes, all for $1 back then. The store is about 0.4 miles away. It's multiple routes to get to the store but everyone took the same route because it's quicker. I was walking and cut across this field and about 5 dusty ass niggas are walking from the opposite direction (one of them might've looked my age but the other 4 look like they well older than me). I don't notice anything, my mind is on these chips, Debbie cake and drink. At 10, I'm still on some "It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood" sh%t. So I'm walking and one of them asked me was my name something (I can't remember the name that he said). So I said "Naw". All of the something, BAM!!!!! a trill one got snuffed. So I'm trying to fight all 5 of these niggas. I got hit to the ground and they took off running. Them niggas couldn't even gang right smh. I got up with no scratches nor bruises on my face. That's how you know they were some fatherless niggas that couldn't fight lol................Bruh, I went back to my grandmother's house, mad af with tears in my eyes, ready to kill them niggas at 10 years old lol. Back then, I didn't know who they were and where they were from because I really started traveling outside that block radius at 10. I never told anyone in my family that I got jumped. My brother was in the streets back then, I could've told him but he was always gone..............Years later, I knew at least 2 niggas that jumped me, they were some niggas that lived in some projects around the corner from my grandmother's house. My brother stayed in that same project too at that time, so I know he would've handled that situation for me if I told him................Come to find out, later in years that them niggas were some hoes by themselves. See them by themselves and you can punk them, whoop their ass all day but when they get around each other, they wanna team up like the Megazord.
My first experience that I have to be aware of my surroundings was at 10 years old. My grandmother stayed in a hood on the eastside. I used to be over my grandmother's house 24/7. My grandmother would usually give me a $1, so I can go to the corner store and get me some chips, Debbie cake and a can drink....Yes, all for $1 back then. The store is about 0.4 miles away. It's multiple routes to get to the store but everyone took the same route because it's quicker. I was walking and cut across this field and about 5 dusty ass niggas are walking from the opposite direction (one of them might've looked my age but the other 4 look like they well older than me). I don't notice anything, my mind is on these chips, Debbie cake and drink. At 10, I'm still on some "It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood" sh%t. So I'm walking and one of them asked me was my name something (I can't remember the name that he said). So I said "Naw". All of the something, BAM!!!!! a trill one got snuffed. So I'm trying to fight all 5 of these niggas. I got hit to the ground and they took off running. Them niggas couldn't even gang right smh. I got up with no scratches nor bruises on my face. That's how you know they were some fatherless niggas that couldn't fight lol................Bruh, I went back to my grandmother's house, mad af with tears in my eyes, ready to kill them niggas at 10 years old lol. Back then, I didn't know who they were and where they were from because I really started traveling outside that block radius at 10. I never told anyone in my family that I got jumped. My brother was in the streets back then, I could've told him but he was always gone..............Years later, I knew at least 2 niggas that jumped me, they were some niggas that lived in some projects around the corner from my grandmother's house. My brother stayed in that same project too at that time, so I know he would've handled that situation for me if I told him................Come to find out, later in years that them niggas were some hoes by themselves. See them by themselves and you can punk them, whoop their ass all day but when they get around each other, they wanna team up like the Megazord.
Doc Holloway
Active Member
Was up at Miami university with my friend one night chillin at this party. Some how he ends up getting into it with some players from the football team.
Around this time we were still in high school. I was like 140lbs my nigga was skinny but he was tall like 6 foot 4. I knew it was wrap because all these niggas big but I couldn't leave my mans by his self.
He start hittin with 2 dudes and I just ran over and started swinging at anybody that wasn't my homie. I remember getting rocked but I couldn't feel the pain just the impact of the blow.
2 of the dudes grabbed me and tossed me. I picked up a bar stool and hit 2 dudes with it then somebody put me in a sleeper hold and I was out. I thought I got knocked out but my boy told me I was put in the sleeper hold
My eye was swollen the next day, left side of my face hurt, back hurt and swollen knuckles.
Around this time we were still in high school. I was like 140lbs my nigga was skinny but he was tall like 6 foot 4. I knew it was wrap because all these niggas big but I couldn't leave my mans by his self.
He start hittin with 2 dudes and I just ran over and started swinging at anybody that wasn't my homie. I remember getting rocked but I couldn't feel the pain just the impact of the blow.
2 of the dudes grabbed me and tossed me. I picked up a bar stool and hit 2 dudes with it then somebody put me in a sleeper hold and I was out. I thought I got knocked out but my boy told me I was put in the sleeper hold
My eye was swollen the next day, left side of my face hurt, back hurt and swollen knuckles.
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King Freeman
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Grade 6. First month of middle school. Me and a couple friends were shooting hoops after school. Some grade 8 kid from the neighborhood crashes our game and starts punking us not giving the ball back. I wrestle the ball from him and knock him down everyone laughing and he got up and punched me in my face. Niggas usually didn't do anything besides push back at that point. That shit was a first, and I wasn't ready. He was from the neighborhood so I coulda let my older brother beat his ass but I let it go cause I knew his family situation was fucked up. Kid had it pretty bad. His mom kicked him out the house that same school year.