There were like these gunshots outta nowhere. I’m like “whoa, somebody’s shootin’, what’s going on Jimmy?” Cause I was rollin’ with my man Jimmy.
But then I saw Jimmy was down, and I was all “Jimmy’s down, Jimmy’s down.” Cause Jimmy was like down and shit. There was blood and I was freaking out, “Jimmy caught one.” Yeah, he got shot, what’d I say?
So I gotta call 5-oh and shit, but I ain’t got no phone, so I checked for a PF1. But then the handset was all shot or busted or whatever. Good thing you guys came anyways.
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