At that exact moment my man D.J. was coming around the corner. He saw what was going down. He pulled out his gun, started shooting at Nashaun. So now Nashaun turned and ran and we started chasing him back the other way. Nashaun ran up 198 halfway down the block, into our friend's momma's house. Me and D.J. ran up to the front yard and we stood out there yelling, "Get that motherf---er out this house!" My friend's momma came to the door. "Please don't do this. Please don't do this at my house." Those old ladies from the neighborhood, they were still the only ones who could get to me. D.J. and I walked away, and that was the end of it.