I think that it would be a pretty baller move to start a long-running beef with gangland affiliates of Suge Knight.
Then again, that's more of a Vegas high roller play. It's the kind of gamble that might be successfully pulled off by someone who looks down on the green felt of the dollar blackjack tables from the cabin of their private jet, and remarks to the stewardess who is bouncing up and down on their lap, that the people down there all look like ants. It's not really a play that somebody from West Memphis would be able to make. In fact, I would advise anyone from West Memphis who was considering starting a long-running beef with gangland affiliates of Suge Knight to stay in their lane and keep their eyes off their mobile phone. Learn to play within your limitations.
Hypothetically though, if someone from West Memphis did manage to start a long-running beef with gangland affiliates of Suge Knight. And if, as a consequence of their actions, they were shived by a gangbanger called 'Pandabear' in some kind of octagonal liminal space, such as a municipal park or a prison exercise yard, I expect that individual would be proud to have died under such circumstance, as it would mean that they had lived up until that point. I would also expect that their mortician would have no problem applying a post-mortem 'No Regrets' tramp stamp to the body.