Beef
For those flesh eating friends of mine no worries. I haven't crossed over to the dark side.
The Notorious BIG said it best.
What’s beef? beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain’t safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in icu, one more time
What’s beef? beef is when you make your enemies start your jeep
Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in icu, check it
Sometime last year I lent the lil Mexican guy who washed dishes down the street $20 which he promised to pay back later the same day. The next day came with no sign of him and I later enquired about his whereabouts with one of his coworkers. Turns out he quit.
About a year passed and who do I see walking up the street? Mr dishwasher. He spots me but hey it's too late. I guide him up the alley between my store and where Get Wicked used to be and make my collections. With the help of Pablo to do the interpeting. This was my favorite part after going thru his wallet.
Pablo: He says he only owes you $20 and you took $40.
Me: Tell his stupid ass it's motherfucking interest.
It's not the money. It's the principle.
Case #2 : Also from Thursday. Beef with the fat, piece of shit, Mexican beer salesman. He hasn't been on my good side in quite awhile. All I needed was a reason.
Last year on a day when I called in sick to work he went on to loudly proclaim to anyone and everyone within earshot that he'd seen me earlier that day walking around the hood. Nevermind that I actually was sick and Dee had just come from my house and was at the store to pick up some Japanese cough drops for me when he was telling everyone about his sighting of me.
I figured I'd wait for him to fuck up again in front of me. Cuz I'm patient like that.
So Thursday he comes in to kick it with Bobby and starts talking shit about why there's more MGD then Budweiser on the shelf. Stupid shit. I bust. Not the coolest thing to do but theres no customers and the only other people in the store are BK and Kaori. Hometown crowd. I not so nicely remind him not to open his fat fucking mouth in my presence and tell him what kind of consequences he could face. About 2 inches from his face with a reminder that size don't mean shit and it's not where he's from but where he's at. Yes. he shut up.
Too bad we had to go and lose the game that night. Ruined my perfect fucking day.
The Notorious BIG said it best.
What’s beef? beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain’t safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in icu, one more time
What’s beef? beef is when you make your enemies start your jeep
Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in icu, check it
Sometime last year I lent the lil Mexican guy who washed dishes down the street $20 which he promised to pay back later the same day. The next day came with no sign of him and I later enquired about his whereabouts with one of his coworkers. Turns out he quit.
About a year passed and who do I see walking up the street? Mr dishwasher. He spots me but hey it's too late. I guide him up the alley between my store and where Get Wicked used to be and make my collections. With the help of Pablo to do the interpeting. This was my favorite part after going thru his wallet.
Pablo: He says he only owes you $20 and you took $40.
Me: Tell his stupid ass it's motherfucking interest.
It's not the money. It's the principle.
Case #2 : Also from Thursday. Beef with the fat, piece of shit, Mexican beer salesman. He hasn't been on my good side in quite awhile. All I needed was a reason.
Last year on a day when I called in sick to work he went on to loudly proclaim to anyone and everyone within earshot that he'd seen me earlier that day walking around the hood. Nevermind that I actually was sick and Dee had just come from my house and was at the store to pick up some Japanese cough drops for me when he was telling everyone about his sighting of me.
I figured I'd wait for him to fuck up again in front of me. Cuz I'm patient like that.
So Thursday he comes in to kick it with Bobby and starts talking shit about why there's more MGD then Budweiser on the shelf. Stupid shit. I bust. Not the coolest thing to do but theres no customers and the only other people in the store are BK and Kaori. Hometown crowd. I not so nicely remind him not to open his fat fucking mouth in my presence and tell him what kind of consequences he could face. About 2 inches from his face with a reminder that size don't mean shit and it's not where he's from but where he's at. Yes. he shut up.
Too bad we had to go and lose the game that night. Ruined my perfect fucking day.
posted by G Money at
10:56 PM
1 Comments:
the lace gloves are chin chin warmers/sweaters, not the beanies
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