Cops suck ass.
One day, me and my homeboy decided to roll a joint. We are in the privacy of his own home, no parents or other people. I sat down on the couch and grabbed the grinder, poured out the couple buds I had and went to grinding.
Right at the point when I started putting the weed in the rolling paper, there was a knock at the door. This was not a regular knock, definetely a police knock. My homeboy peeked out the window and said 'cops!'. I peeked out and seen at least 5 cops, gathered around the front yard in different locations with guns drawn.
Bad situation about to get worse. My boy had 600 blue dolphins in his bedroom and he went for the stash. A big problem arrised when he realized he was locked out of his room. Thats where the pills were, and there was no time to lose. He rared back and kicked the shit out of the door and it swung open. The cops had to hear the big bang and crack of the door coming off it's hinges, but he got to the pills and went straight to bathroom.
I was already in the bathroom flushing the weed when my homeboy came up behind me and started pouring X in the toilet. I felt almost like I was losing a good friend as I almost heard each pill hit the water. All 600.
At this point, we heard a voice. Strange thing though, the voice sounded as if it was coming from INSIDE the house. We sure didnt let them in, and we sure didnt want them in. But they came anyways. The last thing I heard before they entered was "oh, it's unlocked, that means we can just come right in". No fucking kidding, thats what happened.
I hit a bedroom and layed down pretending to be sleeping. My homeboy was stuck in the bathroom, but luckily got all the pills down before the cops reached us. I was already laying on the ground, lookin like I was sleeping, but the cops made sure to stick a gun in my face and yell, 'get on the floor'. Motherfucka, I'm already on the floor. Anyways..
They told us the neighbors called reporting suspicous activity.. but we know better then that. We sold X and weed to the neighbors, and it was highly unlikely they called on us. They told us they were there for the X, so fortunetely the X was gone. But there were little weed crumbles still in the toilet. That shit never goes all the way down.
The police continue to search the house. With no warrant, no permission, no nothing. They finally all conviene in the living room, where they had us sitting. The lead cop walks up and identifies himself as fbi, CAT team (cooridinated anti-drug taskforce) and he wants to know where the X is. We maintain our innocense but I guess they felt the need to try to pry information out of us. Good plan, on there behalf, but we're not new to this, we're true to this.
All of a sudden, out of the blue, the lead fbi cat task team fuckup throws something on the table and says "who's crack is this?"
We both started laughing as we thought it was a joke. But the lowlife fucktard bastard ass bitch-cop really had a fuckin crack rock. Niether me, nor my homeboy fuck with crack. Ever. We dont smoke it, we dont buy it, we dont sell it. So we know the crack is bullshit.
They bring us down to this little secret hideaway out in the middle of nowhere. Drive behind this old wherehouse where magical things happen, such as automatic sliding doors opening on a 700 year old building. They bring us inside the wherehouse and there are several brand new cars and SUV's, and a few uniformed cops messin' around with the liscense plates of the vehicles. They drag us to an upstairs room, inside the room was several desk's and several cops. There were pictures on the wall of huge drug busts.. 40 kilos of coke, 200 pounds of weed. It was evident that we were in the feds office.
They questioned my boy for a couple minutes, and he came back out. They called me to the back and told me that my friend was going to jail because he wouldnt talk. I told them they needed to go ahead and bring me to jail also. All he wanted was for me to tell him that my boy had flushed something. Of course, it wasnt gonna happen, but he tried hard.
Then they tried to throw the crack back in there, saying that someone was going to have to take the crack charge, but nobody was going to take it.
Well, about 10 minutes later, they open this door to this stairwell, and tell us both to go downstairs, so we walk down the stairs and come up to the door. The door has a sign on it. "One way door, Do not re-enter through this door.' We opened the door and was in the parking lot.
The point of the story is, cops will do anything to get you to say something that they want you to say. Including planting drugs on your or your property with hopes of scaring someone into saying something they shouldnt. We know they planted the crack rock, because they didnt charge anyone with the crack. The crack was never mentioned again. And if they really found the crack rock in the house, then SOMEONE would have went to jail.
Crooked officer, crooked officer, make a nigga wanna blow da badge off a ya. z-ro
thats my story, peace.
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I HATE people who take drugs.Like cops, DEA agents and custom officials
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