Messy Marv is not a real Blood. You can't start claiming Blood in 2009 and think you're going to get respected for it. People have lost sons, fathers, uncles, cousins – over this colors sh*t that are never going to come back. Then you've got n****s like Messy Marv trying to promote this to the younger generation like it's cool – when you can't even come back to Fillmore! Our neighborhood put you on. Messy Marv is from Pittsburg, CA. He wasn't born and raised in Fillmore. He was born in Pittsburg and then he came to the neighborhood and we showed him love. It's not like it's always been bad with Mess. Our whole neighborhood got behind him and showed him major support. When he started having problems with different people in different places – we supported Mess. When he went to jail for the pistol case, he was in jail with some real killers. Some of those killers were real Bloods. Messy Marv started putting the Blood n****s on in jail: paying for their commissaries, taking them to the canteen, sending money to their baby-mama's on the street. One of the Blood n****s told him that it was good for him to represent.
We don't bang no colors in Fillmore. We respect the Crips and we respect the Bloods. I've got Blood family but I've never claimed it. They respect me for just being an O.G. From Fillmore. But Mess put his foot in his mouth talking about “he's got something for me.” I'm in my neighborhood! As we speak, I'm heading back to the Bay.
