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Horror Stories when Copping off the Street

Only bad stories are getting skipped on a g of coke, was actually a half, but it wasn't rocked so I couldn't tell. I almost never cop off the street, I'd rather just pay extra for some idiot at my school to go and score.
 
blahblahblah, thats fucking crazy. i had a feeling he was gonna end up being a narc since you mentioned it involved the DEA, but thats still some serious undercover work.

any more?
 
I mentioned it earlier in this thread but the guy I was in detox with was also an undercover DEA agent/crackhead who got to be a real asshole any time I would ask him about his job. He didn't like to brag about it cuz he was probably responsible for putting some of the patients in there. It was his second time in there too. Once in group therapy, I asked him how did he get his job back after they knew he was a crackhead and he totally went off on me and derailed the whole session ranting on and on about my "stupid question" and he even got up in my face about it later in the courtyard and it became a drama. People chose sides.

Later that night we had another group therapy session about getting along with each other.

Off topic but yeah, it's probably common that undercover agents get mixed up in corruption and hooked on shit. Job hazard.
 
blahblahblahblah, you have mentioned you had stories involving guns and never got into it. I've been waiting for months (year?) for that story!
 
I have no horror stories from myself, but i had a friend tryin to make a lil extra money before a party, we were off a Main street, but the neighborhood is a lil shakey, I was drinkin on the couch he ran in an told us his story, he offered they looked at it an took off runin he couldnt catch em, so I gave him a beer, forget about it.=D
 
Hearing these horrostories make me feel lucky to live in a country with a low crime rate and where policeofficials don't have all those rights to fuck people over. Officers are allowed to dress up like civilians but they can't under any circumstances cop or use drugs.

All they can do is wait for you to cop so that they can bust you (what they really want to do is catch the dealer.) This happened to me once, i didn't get handcuffed and while the guy stood there talking to his colleagues on a walkietalkie I managed to throw a pack full of morphine sulphate pills away.

as far as streetdeals the worst thing that can happen here is getting shorted or getting something that's not the product you asked for. Dealers sometimes get robbed though - They never carry guns either.

-Psyko
 
jrok- god damn im so sry thats like the worst story iv ever herd dea busting hippies thats so sad why cant they leave us alone go bust sume ganbangers
 
Shady hoodrats

Park up in the hood one night to meet my dude and two guys walk up knock on my window askin for a boge im like nahhh. So he shows me his gun and i just peeled out on him. My boy was spooked so I dropped him off then I call my other mans so I could go meet him..soon as I grab him were going up the street and two dudes rush my cars so I peeled. My dude is a gangster though, and hes got his gun and hes like "turn around we gon fuck these niggas up", which I really didn't wanna do but I pulled a u-ie n we go back. He gets out and puts his gun under the car and starts fighting these two dudes both bigger then him and pretty soon he is getting whooped and kicked. I aint a thug or nothing but I felt real bad cause he was always straight with me so I turned around on this street quick and drove towards em. So they're kicking him in the street and i roll up and this dude comes running in front of my car expecting me to stop. But I didn't I sped up to like 30 and fucking plowed this kid.. he went under my tires and everything *BADUMP* *BADUMP* lol straight GTA shit ahhaaa I was fucking scared but I had to laugh. I saw him get up and limp away in my rear view. My boy got back in my whip and we bounced and he called all his peoples.. then I was like man i'm done for tonight fuck the bags..I'm a street smart dude but I got caught slippin for a minute..

anyways after that me and my dealer became good friends his whole family was in the game, like brothers and cousins and all that and I got to know them all well and i could actually trust them. I ask around about some kid that got hit and they said yeah turns out boy broke his legs was on crutches for awhileee. this happened almost a year ago. lololol now heres the kicker. im walkin in the hood to my boys and im not white and there are some advantages to that in the hood. i walk by some light skin dude give him the nod its all good. im chillin in front of my boys when *BAM* suckerpunch out of nowhere. i been jumped PLENTY of times so i instinctively got in a ball and got kicked a little bit then that stopped and i got up. this was like recently. i look up its the light skin dude hes like " YOU THE NIGGA DAT RAN ME OVER" ahahahahah. At first I was heated about it but once i calmed down I decided im not gonna retaliate for this one. I wanted to go look for him but really im totally fine my jaw is a tiny bit sore. on the other hand he had to spend at least three months on crutches. I think I came out on top on this one lol. Just pisses me off im from westside chicago and if you got a problem with someone you square up you dont steal on them like a coward. but my boy just got locked up doin serious time so i wont be back in that hood anytime soon anyways... *sigh*

For every 1 straight businessman you got 100 shady scheming little rats in the hood
 
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untaMe said:
Park up in the hood one night to meet my dude and two guys walk up knock on my window askin for a boge im like nahhh. So he shows me his gun and i just peeled out on him. My boy was spooked so I dropped him off then I call my other mans so I could go meet him..soon as I grab him were going up the street and two dudes rush my cars so I peeled. My dude is a gangster though, and hes got his gun and hes like "turn around we gon fuck these niggas up", which I really didn't wanna do but I pulled a u-ie n we go back. He gets out and puts his gun under the car and starts fighting these two dudes both bigger then him and pretty soon he is getting whooped and kicked. I aint a thug or nothing but I felt real bad cause he was always straight with me so I turned around on this street quick and drove towards em. So they're kicking him in the street and i roll up and this dude comes running in front of my car expecting me to stop. But I didn't I sped up to like 30 and fucking plowed this kid.. he went under my tires and everything *BADUMP* *BADUMP* lol straight GTA shit ahhaaa I was fucking scared but I had to laugh. I saw him get up and limp away in my rear view. My boy got back in my whip and we bounced and he called all his peoples.. then I was like man i'm done for tonight fuck the bags..I'm a street smart dude but I got caught slippin for a minute..

anyways after that me and my dealer became good friends his whole family was in the game, like brothers and cousins and all that and I got to know them all well and i could actually trust them. I ask around about some kid that got hit and they said yeah turns out boy broke his legs was on crutches for awhileee. this happened almost a year ago. lololol now heres the kicker. im walkin in the hood to my boys and im not white and there are some advantages to that in the hood. i walk by some light skin dude give him the nod its all good. im chillin in front of my boys when *BAM* suckerpunch out of nowhere. i been jumped PLENTY of times so i instinctively got in a ball and got kicked a little bit then that stopped and i got up. this was like recently. i look up its the light skin dude hes like " YOU THE NIGGA DAT RAN ME OVER" ahahahahah. At first I was heated about it but once i calmed down I decided im not gonna retaliate for this one. I wanted to go look for him but really im totally fine my jaw is a tiny bit sore. on the other hand he had to spend at least three months on crutches. I think I came out on top on this one lol. Just pisses me off im from westside chicago and if you got a problem with someone you square up you dont steal on them like a coward. but my boy just got locked up doin serious time so i wont be back in that hood anytime soon anyways... *sigh*

For every 1 straight businessman you got 100 shady scheming little rats in the hood
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lol yeah it definitely does have its advantages. I'm Indian (the red dot, 7-11, cab driving kind from India, not the feathers and bow and arrow kind living on a reservation indian), and I get mistaken for being hispanic/latino all the time. More so in the ghettos than in the suburbs. Its works out great though, because certain parts of LA, there isn't a white person in sight, and without being brown I would not have a chance of getting served up. I can't count the number of times I've been walking through the hood and have had people come up to me and start asking me for directions or something in spanish lol.
 
yea but it aint cool when you walkin in macys and the bitch start followin you like a hawk lol^
 
i gave my money to a good friend of mine and he went with his dude to go pick it up well after he got back like 3 hours later he told me about all the fked up shit he had to do to get it. first he said the 2 guys that picked him up were on bars and coke and they took him to a street corner way on the other side of town and dropped him off of a street corner. they were like it will be just a sec. and drove off in the process taking out a trash can at like 50 mph so he said like 1 and a half hours go by , no answere wen he calls them but all of a sudden he heres tires squeel and theyre like c'mon man go go go , so theyr driving in a truk going at least 111-112 mph driving on the wrong side of the road, he said the guy driving was doing every possible thing but pay attention , at one pointhe had to grab the wheel wile this guy turned around in his seat a grabed a brick yes a brick of bud and tryed to use a lil mail scale to scale out our oz still driving at 112-111 mph ran two or three red lights , my friend was convinced they were going to wreck and die and he was sitting in between the two of em so there was no seet belt so he starts yelling at them to slow down , and the guy driving slams on the breaks in the middle of the hw , backs up backward into a 711 gets out and runs inside to grab some smokes and as he is trying to pay hes digging in his pockets and pulls everything out scales,baggies, pills ,papers, then he get a phone call and starts talking about selling weed right in front of the cashere aftere that he got so pissed he got out and walked home 2 miles the only up side was the oz was way over
 
Okay heres mine, not about copping but about a retarded bust

I had two apartments in the same building, I had one apartment with 97 indoor potted clones in two of the bedrooms and the thrid bedroom with a fridge, 106 Mason jars, spore syringes, vermiculate and 4 large tupperware containers of mush growing

I was in that apartment and I hear banging at the door, I open and there are 2 cops saying
"We're looking for a run-away, her names xxxxx, we heard she's here"

cops come in

find fucking everything, they bring in 2 vans, 4 cars, dogs, haul everything out, weigh it and im locked up til court 9 days later

my lawyer points out that they had commited an illegal search and seizure

I got off scott free but down 97 budding plants and over 10kg of mushrooms

Shit was front page of the paper, im so pissed
 
crazyhairman said:
jrok- god damn im so sry thats like the worst story iv ever herd dea busting hippies thats so sad why cant they leave us alone go bust sume ganbangers
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Happens all the time. The DEA runs large, multi year long programs focusing on a specific bands following. Plus the local cops always show up at shows. They know lots of drugs will be there so of course they have a presence.
 
Even though I created this thread I never actually put in a story. Probably because Ive never had one. As strange as it is, when I use I just call up a dealer, although its always a meet in or near the ghetto. I guess because I dont cope frmo randos too often I avoid this situation. Gotta have a couple back up dealers.

I guess my worst in all these years is the fucking waiting.
 
paradoxcycle said:
I don't have any "horror stories" per se but once while I was sitting in my car waiting for the dealer to hand me the dope he grabbed my money from my hand and ran off. I didn't bother chasing him; not worth it IMO.
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Same EXACT thing happened to me, except it was my entire wallet. Luckily I only had $180 in cash in there, but it had all my credit/debit cards etc....
 
there are quite a few but heres the one i thought of first::: when I was a young, naive teenager I walked with some black homeless dude for like, a mile downtown to supposedly cop some M, and he brought me to this old ghetto-ass apartment buildin, i was nt allowed to walk up there, all i had was $7, but he came back with this huge black guy who handed me 2 advil Pm's. and this whole situation being a most retarded idea in the first place, I was like Yo man this aint it at all. and he got pissed off, yelled somethin like "its the fuckin shit you want!!! it's the fuckin shit you NEED!!!" n i was like "ok dude whatever" then he didnt do anything else besides walk up to his apartment and i think the homeless dude disappeared. while waitin on a ride i actually pissed in my pants a little. believe me it was a lot scarier than it sounds
 
Rambozo said:
My friend and I were visiting a certain large East Coast city and we were on the prowl for some smack. We were walking past this dude on the street and he softly said "hashish" as we strolled by. We were like "we don't want any of that but what else do you got? We want some dope." He was like "Oh I got that too."

We proceeded to the phone booths and pretended we were on the phone and we insisted on getting a taste of the product before buying. He poured some on my hand (a nice pile actually) and it tasted like the bitter goodness. We were pumped that we were gonna get hooked up. So he gives us this bag and we give him 20 bucks.

We get back to our hotel and snort some lines and unfortunately the shit was whack. Who the hell knows what it was.. it kinda looked like dope. Also, the bag was huuuuge. We snorted so much random powder trying to get high but never felt a thing.

The next day we tried to buy from a different guy. He said he poured it into a dollar bill but we couldn't check it out because it was windy so we had to keep walking b/c we didn't want it to blow away. We finally got to a stoop where we could open it up and all that was in there was some fucking cardboard from a cigarette pack or some shit.

Street copping sucks!!!

Even though I recently moved to the Baltimore area and there is apparently a lot of good dope around here, I have had too many bad experiences street copping so I don't wanna bite the bullet and ride to the city. Some day I will probably be super desperate and will do it...

I have a new car, do you guys think it is dangerous to drive into the hood with it? I don't want to stand out but more importantly, I don't wanna get jacked..

Sorry Creative, I know this are probably considered typical getting ripped off stories.
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