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compton and brooklyn butt heads as a 24 year old man is beaten to death outside a slummish apartment building...probably gang related...retaliation imminent...
"yo, sucka! i'mall kill you!"
"what, bitch? i keeled yo boy! hell yeah i did!"
::defending man pulls out his gun::
::third party steps in::
"whadda you think yur doin?!"
"i was gonna do some..some ass cappin'..."
"nigga please..."
::groups of both neighborhoods crowd around the arguing men, cat calling, riling the killer and the defender up::
::third party steps up::
::two other men follow him, the unbiased judges there to say "ooooh"...obviously::
"aight, yo, we gonna have a clean battle, first, purely 'yo momma' jokes, then make fun of each other's personal style, then we might throw in a dance off if yall's crews is in line"
defender: "but i'm gonna cap in..."
"what you talkin' 'bout nigga?! the only way you can protect yo' boys' rep is to tell jokes...and maybe do a sweet crypt walk"
"i have a gun..."
"we dont use guns in compton, nigga!!"
"gonna cap 'im..."
"nigga, please!"
killer: "you momma's feet so small..."
and so it begins, may the better man defend the reputation of his 'hood...and God be with the losing man...sticks and stones, brother, sticks. and. stones.
"yo, sucka! i'mall kill you!"
"what, bitch? i keeled yo boy! hell yeah i did!"
::defending man pulls out his gun::
::third party steps in::
"whadda you think yur doin?!"
"i was gonna do some..some ass cappin'..."
"nigga please..."
::groups of both neighborhoods crowd around the arguing men, cat calling, riling the killer and the defender up::
::third party steps up::
::two other men follow him, the unbiased judges there to say "ooooh"...obviously::
"aight, yo, we gonna have a clean battle, first, purely 'yo momma' jokes, then make fun of each other's personal style, then we might throw in a dance off if yall's crews is in line"
defender: "but i'm gonna cap in..."
"what you talkin' 'bout nigga?! the only way you can protect yo' boys' rep is to tell jokes...and maybe do a sweet crypt walk"
"i have a gun..."
"we dont use guns in compton, nigga!!"
"gonna cap 'im..."
"nigga, please!"
killer: "you momma's feet so small..."
and so it begins, may the better man defend the reputation of his 'hood...and God be with the losing man...sticks and stones, brother, sticks. and. stones.