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what do you think is censored in his hand when hes eating cereal and shit in baker 3
Its a censored gun on the table not in his hand.
TK tries way too hard to be gangsta, and I have a lengthy story about this so scroll down if you hate reading:
Back in 2005, I was still living on Long Island and had some mutual friends elsewhere from skating, one of which was from Long Beach in Cali that grew up skating with TK and Blacc Mike. My friend and Blacc Mike were part of Hammer City, if anyone is familiar. When Blacc Mike was shot and killed, it was in retaliation for TK talking shit to some gang members and claiming to be part of some gang he had no affiliation with, so the bullet that killed his friend was intended to send TK a message. You may remember the opening RIP Blacc Mike in Baker 3. Anyway, at the time my friend was really fucking bummed since one of his best friends were killed due to TK running his mouth, so he told me and one of my other NY friends about it. Long story short, my NY friend finds TK's myspace page and starts talking shit to him about being the reason Blacc Mike got killed, which didn't settle well with TK and he responds by sending a Boost Mobile phone number followed by "CALL M3." My friend and I called the number, and TK starts squawking about bitch ass niggas and he's got goons in NY that will murk me/ leave me bodied/ dey gon kill u cuhh and some other ignorance I don't feel like typing. I decide to remind him that one of my friends was there when Stevie and his guys chased him out of Love Park for being a bitch and he didn't put up a fight then, so there's nothing for me to be scared of now. He starts going off like FUCK STEVIE HES LUCKY I WASNT STRAPPED NIGGA, AND FUCK YOU BITCH ASS LONG ISLAND BITCHES BC GINO AND ANTHONY AINT AS GOOD AS ME NIGGA, DEY WONT NEVA BE ME I GOT BITCHES/CARS/DIAMONDS/ other ignorance/ N U FUK NIGGAZ GON GET KILT FARILL. I reminded him that he isn't better than gino and anthony, and that his whole black dude doing fakie tricks down hand rails was stolen from Clyde Singleton. Then he calls him a house nigga and says that he knows I'm calling from Suffolk County (which I commended him on his search engine skills btw) and says the next time I'm slipping he will pay people to shoot me and that I better be strapped and that I should pray that our paths never cross.
Some time passes and I happen to run into him in the city, and I decide to speak with him. I talked to him about Bape/ Ice Cream type of stuff for about a minute and he was into the convo, so I decided to ask him about what had transpired on the phone call and enlightened him to the fact that I was the person that he said should be walking around with a gun. He replied with "huh? whatchu talking about homie bc thats a crazy story u telling." I hilighted points from the conversation and he replied with "Ay homie I dont think u know me man we aint never talked, u must be high or something." He abruptly ends the conversation and tries talking to someone else, so I take out my phone and called him. He looked at his phone, looked at me, and then got the fuck out of there.
I am 5'9 and weigh 125 lbs, and I don't have the presence of someone that would beat the shit out of you. For someone so adamant about how I was "finna get kilt" and all that, he sure didn't have much heart when I saw him.