Devil’s Night: 10 Hip-Hop Halloween Stories
I remember when I was probably like 12 or 13 in Canarsie, Brooklyn and me and my boys—there was probably like eight of us—and we was runnin’ around bombin’ everybody we saw with mad eggs. We used to freeze the eggs sometimes, too.
So we walkin’ and we see a couple a cats, like five kids, and we was like, “Oh, we about to bomb them.” So we creepin’ up, right, then when they hit the corner it was about 60 people. Yo, I’m not lyin’, it was about 60 kids and they was all from Canarsie High School and we was just junior high niggas.
So we was runnin’ and ringin’ people’s doorbells tryna get in the crib. I knocked on this one lady’s door so hard. When she came to the door, she looked and said, “Uh uh,” and that’s all I remember. I turned I turned around and booooommmm! They hit me in my face with the egg, man, and that was it.
When I came down the stairs, one of the dudes was like, “Yo, chill, chill, that’s my little man, Rob. Yo, yo, chill. Y’all wildin’.” That was my cousin Gotti who’s locked up right now, he was well respected and he was like, “Yo, chill,” so it was cool, and we just went with them after that. But that was crazy. Like we thought we was slick about to creep up on them but they had 60 more niggas behind ‘em ready to bomb our ass. That shit was funny, though.