AYE, YESTERDAY @ GW WE RECEIVED WORD [FROM JUDAH] IN THE INTERVIEW THAT ONE THE DMV'S UP AND COMING ARTIST KINGPIN SLIM WAS SHOT. JUDAH, FROM FORTHEDMVONLY.BLOGSPOT.COM GOT THE STORY FOR YOU...
[FROM FTDO]
Day 1 Saturday night-Sunday morning
The day started out as a good one. After losing to my room mate in 2k9 (for some reason my Lakers can't beat his suns) I get a call from my jeweler saying that my pinky ring is ready. I'm bout to crush these peoples is what I thought to myself as I put on the hot pink Adidas sweater I'd been waiting to rock. I would need to get out there and back by 6 cause the Game Tight video shoot was scheduled to be finished. I grabbed the ring and was late to my own video shoot by a hour LOL but we made it work. Cameos from my homies, Boris from I Wanna Work For Diddy and Dre All Day In The Paint made it sweet! Afterward's I head home to eat and as I'm grubbing I get a call from a lady friend of mine who wants to meet for drinks. I meet her down lucky strike and get a call from one of my close friends who wants to go to Layla. The club is small and I'm not trying to mess up these fresh white shell toes I'm givin em but she and he wanna go so majority rules we in there! Once I get there I'm glad I came cause I ran into Rich Harrison and the whole Richcraft staff whom I was supposed to sign to Atlantic through in like 07. Everyone over there was telling me how much they like The Five Dollar High! Jerry Vines (Raheem DeVaughn manager) and I had words, slid him a CD as he said he heard of me and would check it out. People were complimenting my sweater and I felt like I had "that glow" the whole night. On the way to my car I see my ex parked right beside me (showing off her new Benz LOL). I get in my car and reach down for a CD to give her, On the way up I feel something in my peripheral view. As I turn towards it I see the flash of a chrome handgun, probably a 40 cal or a 44. I tried to escape through the passenger side but it was too late this nigga was dumping 6 shots in my ass from 5 feet away max! After the last shot he stopped shooting (either out of bullets or thought I was dead) and walks away. Not runs walks as to not create any more commotion. I'm thinking that was a smart move as the blood from my wounds starts to leak everywhere. Looking over at my ex who is mind you right beside me she looks like she saw a ghost. Her girlfriend who was riding with her opened the drivers side back door and yells to me "cmon nigga! Let's get you to the hospital!" I mustered up the strength to pull myself into their car and we sped off towards the nearest hospital. My ex was in shock and didn't have enough coherence to think straight so her girlfriend took over shouting directions at her and orders at me to hold on! As we get to the ER the girlfriend hops out yelling he's been shot he's been shot! They pull the stretcher around and ask me to pull myself up on it! I'm like nigga I can't fucking move! Once I yelled that, it was like my last piece of energy so thankfully they sprung into action and pulled me up on the stretcher. The slugs are burning as I look up in the sky I can hear my ex and her home girl telling me to be strong, easy for them to say! This shit is painful and as I'm leaking blood on the stretcher these fuckers go the wrong way! They had to turn me around and get me to the operating room. As I get there, they just start cutting my clothes off ( I'm gonna miss those Rock and Republic jeans, the hoodie I will be copping soon as I get back on my feet off top!) and telling me how lucky I am to have survived. It turns out I had like 15 people in ER, homies and exes mainly but they only let my daughters mother up to see me. I still can't move my lower body and at this point am praying that I ain't paralyzed. Lucky for me I'm a gym rat and all that came into play during this ordeal as I had to rely solely on upper body strength to get me by. The Feds show up all gung ho and leave disappointed as I ain't have anything for them. The doc tells me I took 6 shots from a 40 cal or 44 and that my right hand and left leg are broke from the shots. My daughters mom is crying on me and I gotta piss like a raging bull but I can't get it out lying down so they had to sit me upright so I can get this pee up outta me. They tell me surgery in the morning to put a rod in my leg so I can start the process of walking again. Eventually I fell asleep.......
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[FROM FTDO]
Day 1 Saturday night-Sunday morning
The day started out as a good one. After losing to my room mate in 2k9 (for some reason my Lakers can't beat his suns) I get a call from my jeweler saying that my pinky ring is ready. I'm bout to crush these peoples is what I thought to myself as I put on the hot pink Adidas sweater I'd been waiting to rock. I would need to get out there and back by 6 cause the Game Tight video shoot was scheduled to be finished. I grabbed the ring and was late to my own video shoot by a hour LOL but we made it work. Cameos from my homies, Boris from I Wanna Work For Diddy and Dre All Day In The Paint made it sweet! Afterward's I head home to eat and as I'm grubbing I get a call from a lady friend of mine who wants to meet for drinks. I meet her down lucky strike and get a call from one of my close friends who wants to go to Layla. The club is small and I'm not trying to mess up these fresh white shell toes I'm givin em but she and he wanna go so majority rules we in there! Once I get there I'm glad I came cause I ran into Rich Harrison and the whole Richcraft staff whom I was supposed to sign to Atlantic through in like 07. Everyone over there was telling me how much they like The Five Dollar High! Jerry Vines (Raheem DeVaughn manager) and I had words, slid him a CD as he said he heard of me and would check it out. People were complimenting my sweater and I felt like I had "that glow" the whole night. On the way to my car I see my ex parked right beside me (showing off her new Benz LOL). I get in my car and reach down for a CD to give her, On the way up I feel something in my peripheral view. As I turn towards it I see the flash of a chrome handgun, probably a 40 cal or a 44. I tried to escape through the passenger side but it was too late this nigga was dumping 6 shots in my ass from 5 feet away max! After the last shot he stopped shooting (either out of bullets or thought I was dead) and walks away. Not runs walks as to not create any more commotion. I'm thinking that was a smart move as the blood from my wounds starts to leak everywhere. Looking over at my ex who is mind you right beside me she looks like she saw a ghost. Her girlfriend who was riding with her opened the drivers side back door and yells to me "cmon nigga! Let's get you to the hospital!" I mustered up the strength to pull myself into their car and we sped off towards the nearest hospital. My ex was in shock and didn't have enough coherence to think straight so her girlfriend took over shouting directions at her and orders at me to hold on! As we get to the ER the girlfriend hops out yelling he's been shot he's been shot! They pull the stretcher around and ask me to pull myself up on it! I'm like nigga I can't fucking move! Once I yelled that, it was like my last piece of energy so thankfully they sprung into action and pulled me up on the stretcher. The slugs are burning as I look up in the sky I can hear my ex and her home girl telling me to be strong, easy for them to say! This shit is painful and as I'm leaking blood on the stretcher these fuckers go the wrong way! They had to turn me around and get me to the operating room. As I get there, they just start cutting my clothes off ( I'm gonna miss those Rock and Republic jeans, the hoodie I will be copping soon as I get back on my feet off top!) and telling me how lucky I am to have survived. It turns out I had like 15 people in ER, homies and exes mainly but they only let my daughters mother up to see me. I still can't move my lower body and at this point am praying that I ain't paralyzed. Lucky for me I'm a gym rat and all that came into play during this ordeal as I had to rely solely on upper body strength to get me by. The Feds show up all gung ho and leave disappointed as I ain't have anything for them. The doc tells me I took 6 shots from a 40 cal or 44 and that my right hand and left leg are broke from the shots. My daughters mom is crying on me and I gotta piss like a raging bull but I can't get it out lying down so they had to sit me upright so I can get this pee up outta me. They tell me surgery in the morning to put a rod in my leg so I can start the process of walking again. Eventually I fell asleep.......
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