i remember the first time i met this guy he stunk like shit and talked like he was from new yourk. but i became crew with him and he told me a few drunken stories about how he gave some party sluts 5 fingers hence the name "fist fuk" and although i dropped the crew they were still my friends and i would still see rick at partys tripp'n on random people and in his grasp was a bottle and a silver... this guy prolly even smelled like shit when he died but that is why i loved him it hurts when friends pass i havent opened my mouth on 12oz for 2 years and try to stay the fuck off of here... but you know what this was my friend my crew and deep down he had your back no mater what.... rick please can we paint in heven or hell? we will both be in the same place fool so lets do this i will bring my thins you bring those stocks...
i love you....hore:king:
