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Post by immortalthug92 on Apr 14, 2009 21:04:25 GMT -5
Ricky pulls up in green escalde wit 3 of his boys. Steps out and walks into the store then pulls out 9mm. He aims at it at the cashier and talks. Ricky- Dont fuckin move you stupid prick, give me the fuckin money or you'll feel what i'm packin. Cashier looks at him then reaches for bat. One of rickys boys runs up pistol whips him in the eye before he could. Ricky looks at him. Ricky- wrong choice motherfucker. Ricky grabs the money out the safe and shoots cashier 5 times then runs out with his boys and gets in the car. They speed off down the road and find an empty warehouse near Idlewood motel to count the money and lay low for awhile.
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Post by pgizzle434 on Apr 14, 2009 22:39:36 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Sam hears of the incident and feels the culprits could be great allies to his uprising gang in Ganton. One of his associates tell him the location of the guys hidout and he decides to visit them.
Sam pulls up in his Red Blade and hops out, leaving his guns in the car. As he walks up to the door he feels eyes watching him. He walks up to the suspected hidout and knocks on the door. He hears a voice from inside the room.
Voice: Who the f*ck is it?
Sam: Im a friend. Just call me BrimLow. I heard they got some real niggas stayin here 4 a bit. Im just tryin to talk to em.
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Post by immortalthug92 on Apr 14, 2009 23:56:41 GMT -5
Ricky hears the person at the door, walks up to it and pulls it open and aims ak-47 at him. Ricky- What the fuck do you want? Sam starts talkin to Rock and explains how he thinks his crew could be great allies to his new gang. So ricky brought him in and they sat on the broken down couch and lit up a blunt. Ricky takes a large hit and drinks some of his forty. Ricky- So whats in it for me and my crew nigga?
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Post by pgizzle434 on Apr 15, 2009 9:08:10 GMT -5
Sam is suprised Ricky didnt shoot him on sight and laughs to himself.
Sam: Well Ricky, there this Don Im starting to work for and Im gonna be in need of some real niggas such as you and your crew to get things started. Ya see Im gonna bein charge of a local streetgang that would exentually grow into a city wide force to rival the Ballas and the Don (Costello) is gonna basically be my boss and finacne us if we need anything major. I heard about how you stone cold blasted that clerk over just a few bucks so I figured ya'll could be great to have on our side when sh*t hit the fan. Basically you gonna have some frienly turf in Ganton (Playa Sel Ville to be exact) and a whole f*ckin mob behind you... literally.
Sam gets up and strechs. He takes a hit of his blunt and take notice of the money on the table. He guesses it's no more that a few thousand.
Sam: And the money you can make from robbin' liquor stores and sh*t on the money you can make workin' the Costello family. So do we have your back homie?
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Post by immortalthug92 on Apr 15, 2009 12:39:23 GMT -5
Ricky takes a hit of the blunt and looks at him. Ricky- iight nigga, sounds good. Me and mah boyz already run tha hood over in east ganton. So they stand up to shake hands when the door flys open and a guy in a black suit yells. Cop- Put your hands up right now, this party is over. Your all under arrest for robbery and 2nd degree murder. Ricky pushes sam across room then his boy throws him an ak. He throws up the couch and starts blasting on the cops. Rickys boys run around the back and take out the remaining cops. Then they all ran out and jump in the escalade and started it. Sam runs over to his car and takes off fast. Ricky- Fuck we need to find another place to lay low. Rickys boy speaks up..Boy- why dont we jus go chill at mah crib in south idlewood nigga? So they speed down the street over to his boyz crib. They walked and locked up the money..then all walked out into the livingroom. puts cellphone on table then starts rolling a blunt and sips on forty. Sparks blunt and passes it between his crew
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