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| "Hold on a second bruh! You boyz have wasted all of my time and money for this?" |
Well playas...the Philadelphia prosecutor's office is has finally come to their senses by decidin' not to charge LeSean (Shady) McCoy for beatin' the brakes off of some off-duty police officers on February 9. I told you boyz when it went down that they weren't goin' to charge ole boy even though the Fraternal Order of Police was tryin' to punk them into chargin' him.
Let's keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! If the prosecutor's hasn't charged a black man with beatin' up police there was way more to this situation than the police or the prosecutor's wanted tell you. Because you know as well as I do that it takes nothin' for a black man to be arrested in this country. They'll kill a brother for sellin' loose cigarettes!! So you sure aren't gonna beat the dog snot out of some cops and not get charged. Like I said two months ago in the crazy Hot Joint entitled "Takin' an L" the Philly police and the media were runnin' that joint like Shady knew that he was beatin' the brakes off of some duns that were the police.
Now both you and I know that while these cats were up in the club stuntin' they weren't advertisin' to boyz that they were cops. You know they were stuntin' because they were in the same space with pro ball players. Now initially boyz were sayin' that the fight started when Shady and crew jumped on these duns over a bottle of champagne but more information came out that the cop tried to take the bottle that Shady and Co. already paid for. See, it was never about the bottle playboy. It was about respect. The cops tried to punk some cats without tellin' them who they were (cops) and ran into a buzz saw.
Now on some real talk, they knew who Shady was because he's LeSean McCoy, former running back for the Philadelphia Eagles bruh! EVERYBODY in that town knows who he is. You can't get into it with a boy, get the brakes beat off of you and then pull rank that you're a cop after the fact. C'mon bruh! Unless you told him that you were a cop when you started whoofin' with he and his boyz you can't pull a power move after you get a 2 piece and a biscuit. By not knowin' that you were a cop they treated you like any other cat talkin' crazy and tryin' to punk them over a bottle of champagne. And the DA's office knew that and that's why they didn't charge him.
Now I get it! They were probably willin' to take the "L' but they got beat so bad that they had to go to the hospital. So it had to be reported because you've got police officers showin' up with broken ribs, possible scull fractures etc. But that's why you can't, as a cop, be in the spot stuntin' and talkin' crazy to boyz without tellin' them that you were the police. The streets are the streets bruh! You know that playboy.
Now did I think that Shady was WRONG for bein' a grown man and fightin' in the club? YOU DARN RIGHT HE WAS! Was he WRONG for bein' a professional athlete fightin' anywhere? ABSOLUTELY!! But hold on a second playboy, were the off-duty cops WRONG for fightin' over a bottle of champagne in the club? YOU DARN RIGHT THEY WERE! Isn't the cop obligated to tell a boy that he's a cop, especially when he's out here talkin' crazy and tryin' to punk to a boy? YOU'RE DARN RIGHT HE IS PLAYA! And that's why ole boy isn't bein' charged!!
I don't know where you cats are from but fights don't just pop off. They didn't start scrappin' as soon as the bottle was put on the table. So there was plenty of time to pull out a badge and calm the situation down. But they didn't, gambled on themselves and took a serious "L."
It's like siblings fightin' upstairs and one cat gets blasted real good but all of the other kids are tryin' to keep that dun from goin' to tell mom downstairs because everybody's gonna get in trouble. However, the dun is bleedin' so bad that they have to tell mom and dad what happened. Everybody else gets a whippin' but the dun that was bleedin' gets a pass because he's hurt. That's what happened in this case bruh and the DA knew it. That's why they they let ole boy off of the hook and the Fraternal Order of police is sittin' around lookin' stupid right now.
What the off-duty cops didn't realize was that the police academy's trainin' didn't prepare them to fight with a freakin' machine. Professional athletes are machines! They may look like you but they make a livin' with their bodies. So even though that dun was out kickin' it and drinkin' like the rest of the boyz in the club. He eats all of the right foods, probably has a nutritionist, a chef and a trainer. You can't go toe to toe with him.
So next time you're in the club tryin' to stunt tell a boy that you're a cop first. Then he probably would have just bought you the freakin' bottle and saved himself the hassle of bein' arrested on some BS and wasted his darn money on lawyers. And if you're not goin' to tell a boy that you're a cop then just take the "L" like a regular cat and keep it movin'! Stop me when I start lyin'!
Playas Thesaurus:
1) Spit: verb- to say
2) Dun: noun - the person in question, dude, guy, etc. It's whoever I'm talkin' about and its non-gender specific.
3) Squab: verb - to fight
4) O.G.: noun - original gangsta, old head that knows the streets
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