quickdodge®
01-20-2006, 03:41 PM
"I was at 23rd and 9th Street, that’s where everybody goes after the club," Saigon told HipHopGame.com. "I’m out there with me and my man. My man is 135 lbs. soaking wet. I have an $18,000 chain on. I guess someone thought I was food. They were probably scheming the whole time. I didn’t even realize it. One of them asked my man if he sold weed. My man was like, “Nah.” We were with these girls. One of the kids walked up to me. I thought he was a fan. He snatched the chain right off my neck. I took it right back from him and my man knocked him out. My man dropped him. We’re stomping this nigga out thinking he’s crazy that he’s going to come and snatch my chain.
We didn’t know he was with somebody else. His homeboy came behind me and stabbed me in my temple. I lost a lot of blood. When he stabbed me, I started fighting the nigga but I was losing a lot of blood. I faked a jack like I had a ratchet on me. I didn’t have no burner. I was like, “Hit the nigga, hit the nigga.” They started running. Me and my nigga were standing there and they ran. I had my chain and both of their cell phones. They dropped their cell phones when they started running. I’m out there like, “Yeah nigga!” but at the same time I’m losing a lot of blood.
I’m sitting there trying to catch a cab for three minutes because I didn’t want to mess up my whip. I was losing a lot of blood so finally my man drove me to Bellevue Hospital and they gave me a blood transfusion. They said that if I got there later I might not have made it because I lost a lot of blood. I still got my motherfucking chain and I got these bitch-ass niggas’ cell phones. These niggas are amateurs. If I ever see these niggas again in life, it’s going to be a serious, serious situation. I know what they look like. It was a crazy situation. I got someone else’s blood in my system right now. I just hope that person is as real as me. That’s real talk. Niggas got to die to mine. Faggot-ass niggas.
Big shout out to the staff at Bellevue Hospital. They were taking pictures with me. Most of them know me from “Entourage.” One of the young doctors was a fan. He said he had “Warning Shots” and all that shit. I felt like a celeb. I also have a picture of me holding my chain.
Kevin Liles called my phone today and told me that I’m not a regular nigga no more. This celebrity shit don’t matter to me. I still move like I want to move. I’m not a nigga that wants a bunch of niggas around me. This was a lesson for me. It’s ill that Kevin Liles called my phone. I felt kind of important.
I feel good right now. I feel strange having so much of somebody else’s blood in my body. I still got my shine, not that that really matters to me, but nobody is taking nothing from me. You’ll have to kill me to get my shit. I got a few stitches in my head from getting stabbed but I’m good. I’m already out, I was out the next day.
Look out for “The Greatest Story Never Told” and learn how to rob a nigga. I know y’all feel like assholes because we got your phones and I still got my chain. You fucking faggots. Learn how to do shit professionally you punk-ass niggas."
Lololol. Later, QD.
We didn’t know he was with somebody else. His homeboy came behind me and stabbed me in my temple. I lost a lot of blood. When he stabbed me, I started fighting the nigga but I was losing a lot of blood. I faked a jack like I had a ratchet on me. I didn’t have no burner. I was like, “Hit the nigga, hit the nigga.” They started running. Me and my nigga were standing there and they ran. I had my chain and both of their cell phones. They dropped their cell phones when they started running. I’m out there like, “Yeah nigga!” but at the same time I’m losing a lot of blood.
I’m sitting there trying to catch a cab for three minutes because I didn’t want to mess up my whip. I was losing a lot of blood so finally my man drove me to Bellevue Hospital and they gave me a blood transfusion. They said that if I got there later I might not have made it because I lost a lot of blood. I still got my motherfucking chain and I got these bitch-ass niggas’ cell phones. These niggas are amateurs. If I ever see these niggas again in life, it’s going to be a serious, serious situation. I know what they look like. It was a crazy situation. I got someone else’s blood in my system right now. I just hope that person is as real as me. That’s real talk. Niggas got to die to mine. Faggot-ass niggas.
Big shout out to the staff at Bellevue Hospital. They were taking pictures with me. Most of them know me from “Entourage.” One of the young doctors was a fan. He said he had “Warning Shots” and all that shit. I felt like a celeb. I also have a picture of me holding my chain.
Kevin Liles called my phone today and told me that I’m not a regular nigga no more. This celebrity shit don’t matter to me. I still move like I want to move. I’m not a nigga that wants a bunch of niggas around me. This was a lesson for me. It’s ill that Kevin Liles called my phone. I felt kind of important.
I feel good right now. I feel strange having so much of somebody else’s blood in my body. I still got my shine, not that that really matters to me, but nobody is taking nothing from me. You’ll have to kill me to get my shit. I got a few stitches in my head from getting stabbed but I’m good. I’m already out, I was out the next day.
Look out for “The Greatest Story Never Told” and learn how to rob a nigga. I know y’all feel like assholes because we got your phones and I still got my chain. You fucking faggots. Learn how to do shit professionally you punk-ass niggas."
Lololol. Later, QD.