Emergency officials are treating multiple patients at the Nipsey Hussle memorial

At least 50 firefighters are treating multiple patients at the Nipsey Hussle memorial, the Los Angeles Fire Department told CNN.

Officials are currently trying to remove all patients to a safe location in order to transport them, the department said. It’s unknown how many people are injured.

Los Angeles police have responded to the memorial’s massive crowd with riot gear and batons and have formed at least two containment lines, as seen on a live signal from CNN affiliate KCAL/KCBS.

In the live signal, there are people seen running and the dedicated memorial seems to be in disarray. Also in the live signal, people can be seen carrying others who appear to be injured; however, it is unknown what sort of injuries the persons sustained.

Emergency officials are seen working on at least two people on the ground. Of the two people on the ground, one was covered in a white sheet.

Only thing that’s great about so cal is the beaches...

You're so right

Here are ten reasons why SF is soooo much better than LA:

1. More free needles available right on the street. Just bend down and pick them up for FREEEE!

2. Streets regularly fertilized by the homeless for FREEEE!

3. More SJW's per square meter

4. More beard oil

5. More walk-in closets masquerading as apartments to keep carbon footprints down

6. More safe spaces, especially on the internet controlled for our sake by our robot-like overlords (e.g. Google, Apple, et.)

7. More artisanal vegetables (with emphasis on the ANAL)

8. More people living alternative lifestyles who without irony or hypocrisy slander those who freely choose to live non-alternatively

9. More extreme wealth butting up against extreme poverty. Isn't multiculturalism wonderful?

10. Colder water to discourage beach culture which only favors the beautiful and thin over the beauty and gravitationally challenged in our community

Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I was ridin’ ’round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
I was ridin’ ‘round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
I was riding ’round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
When you get it straight up out the mud, you can’t imagine this shit
I been pullin’ up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
Young nigga been focused on my check (Mhmmhm)
Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm)
Tryna put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm)
I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm)
We was lurking on her, ain’t show no mercy on her
We was goin’ back to back, we put a curfew on her
It was dark clouds on us, but that was perfect for us
We know you always crash and burn, but it was working for us
Limo tint the V-12, double check the details
Gotta cross my T’s and dot my I’s or I can’t sleep well
Millions off of retail
Once again, I prevail
Knew that shit was over from the day I dropped by presale
Hold up, let the beat build
See me in the streets still
I been fightin’ battles up a steep hill
They gave my road dog twelve, it was a sweet deal
And I been ridin’ solo tryna rebuild
Look
I was riding ‘round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
When you get it straight up out the mud, you can’t imagine this shit
I been pullin’ up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
Young nigga been focused on my check (Mhmmhm)
Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm)
Tryan put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm)
I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm)
Look, under no condition would you ever catch me slippin’
Motorcaded shooters plus the Maybach chauffeur driven
If they catch me wit’ it, gon’ send me off to prison
Judge ain’t sympathizin’, court don’t show forgiveness
Engine in the Lambo’ drownin’ out the music
Sip Dior with the flowers, five gold Cubans
Champagne while I shop, hope I splurge foolish
Closin’ escrow twice this month, both commercial units
Damn, I wish my nigga Fatts was here
How you die thirty somethin’ after banging all them years?
Grammy nominated, in the sauna sheddin’ tears
All this money, power, fame and I can’t make you reappear
But I don’t wipe ‘em though
We just embrace the only life we know
If it was me, I would tell you, “Nigga, live your life and grow”
I’d tell you, “Finish what we started, reach them heights, you know?
And gas the V-12 to the pipe and smoke”
I was ridin’ ‘round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
When you get it straight up out the mud, you can’t imagine this shit
I been pullin’ up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
Young nigga been focused on my check (Mhmmhm)
Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm)
Tryan put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm)
I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm)
Another million dollar bail, that’s just some regular shit
See my granny on a jet, some shit I’ll never forget
Next day we flew to Vegas, with my Puma connects
We break bread, we ain’t new to success
Bleed music, invest, enterprise, take lucrative steps
Cold game, but I knew it was chess
As a youth in the set
Learn the game, you a student at best
But it’s a couple things you can expect
Look, just like money know money, nigga, shooters respect other shooters
We was both, don’t want my crew on your neck
I’m on the freeway in a drop, it got me losing my breath
I do the dash with the blues on the deck
Mhmmhm
Mhmmhm
Mhmmhm
Songwriters: Ermias Asghedom / Rodrick Moore
Racks In The Middle lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

What a loss to our artistic community.

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