Post by grimreaper on Dec 2, 2009 14:25:43 GMT -5
James sprays over the tag, and sees five neutrals eyeing him.
N#1: You tagging up our block?
J: Yeah. James Penerson, don't wear it out.
N#2: James?
N#3: Penerson?
N#4: THE J-Roc?
N#5: We want to get down with your gang.
James: Well, this turf is actually Brims turf. Some GMM muthafuckas think they can take our territory.
N#1: We don't like GMM.
James: You got any back-up?
N#2: We got ten homies at the local Bar, they might want to join.
James: Okay, well I'll need you guys to look after the neighbourhood for us.
N#3: Anything for you, sir.
And so, James manages to get these fifteen men to join the Brims and look after Chicano for him. He returns to the unmarked location.
N#1: You tagging up our block?
J: Yeah. James Penerson, don't wear it out.
N#2: James?
N#3: Penerson?
N#4: THE J-Roc?
N#5: We want to get down with your gang.
James: Well, this turf is actually Brims turf. Some GMM muthafuckas think they can take our territory.
N#1: We don't like GMM.
James: You got any back-up?
N#2: We got ten homies at the local Bar, they might want to join.
James: Okay, well I'll need you guys to look after the neighbourhood for us.
N#3: Anything for you, sir.
And so, James manages to get these fifteen men to join the Brims and look after Chicano for him. He returns to the unmarked location.