Strange as it may seem, Brother Slim, who grew up in West Philadelphia, had never fired a gun before. That is until this trip to a state run shooting range. Check out the "receipt" that the state gaming commission officer was kind enough to give him.

"Needless to say this put a quick end to the fun I was having during my first trip to a shooting range. At least the officer waited until after I shot down the plastic ice tea bottle we had placed on top of the target (My good pal and A-Town pimp Sean-o-mac got fined for that one). The officer said that he wasn't going to fine us for the bottles until I hit it and yelled YEEE-HAW! at the top of my lungs. The officer would have gotten one mutha of a bitch slap from my pimp hand except that this was on labor day and kicking his ass would have been like work."