... And this baldheaded sh#t stain, will be the first one saying--" I'll tell you!!! I'll tell you!!! Please just let me tell you EVERYTHING Mr. Detective."
See, I'm real.
I was there in Detroit with Young Boys Incorporated--- I was there in Detroit and L.A with the Chambers Brothers back in the 80s-----. I was there when White Boy Rick took his sentence life without the possibility of parole.
I was there in some of those federal interrogation rooms (with the cameras in off mode) if you know what I mean, being questioned by federal authorities who don't have a problem putting their hands on people, about several murders, drug and gunrunning, from Colombia to Miami and up the I-75 corridor to Detroit, and throughout the Northwest and East Coast.
Never did I BREAK, never did I SING - even when faced with spending the rest of my life in a Federal Penitentiary.
"Real knows real, but what real really knows best is counterfeit."
All these negroes, including so-called bodyguards, so-called gangsta-rappers, and so-called street ***#ggas of today, are ALL COUNTERFEIT and more than willing to sing just like Mariah Carey high notes and all if faced with merely 30 days in the county jail.
You see real ***#ggas don't dance, don't sing, and definitely are not on some stage with a mic in hand trying to be sexy for the b#tches.
Real ***#ggas are in the streets doing what Real ***#ggas have to do.
Real knows real-- but better yet Real can spot fake from 100 miles away.
Take it from me-- a retired and extremely comfortable, South Beach living, REAL ***#GGA....Artofwar