Lil Mama
When I tell you that somebody is gonna die for shooting my sister, you better believe me! This has been the longest two weeks ever! After the paramedics told me that she was DOA, I blacked out. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed by my damn self. After a few hours of I.V. fluids and rest, I was discharged. I was nearly to my car when a paramedic called me.
“Miss, can I have a word with you?” I walked with him for a few seconds before he blurted out, “She’s not dead!”
I stopped dead in my tracks. “WHAT? Now you told me---”
“I know what I told you. Just listen, okay. She was very much dead at the scene, but on the drive to the hospital, we worked our butts off to revive her.”
I was on the verge of fainting, so he walked me to a set of benches outside the hospital. “I must say that your sister is a fighter.”
I smiled and said, “Yeah, she is tough! I knew she wouldn’t leave me.” Now it was his turn to smile.
“No-no, you misunderstood me. She’s a fighter because when we shocked her with the machine, she jumped up and hit me in my damn eye. See, look!”
He turned to the left, and sure enough, he had a nice black eye. I fell down laughing. “Well, where is she? I need to see her.”
He grabbed my arm so tight, I was about to hit his ass in the other eye. “LET ME GO! WHAT’S---”
“Hold on, this is where it gets tricky. I could lose my job. Before she fell into a coma, she told the head doctor and me to call her dad and for us to not tell anyone else. I only told you because you acted a damn fool on the scene. No disrespect.”
That shit pissed me the hell off. How come I couldn’t know? I’m about to get to the bottom of this shit. “Okay, thank you.”
As soon as I was behind the wheel of my car, I was calling Mr. Sheridan.
“Hey Ma, I was waiting for you to call me.”
I had to calm down because I was on fire. “How come she didn’t want me to know?”
“Hello? Lil Mama, you there?”
“Yeah pops, I’m here. How come---”
“You know I don’t do these phones. Come to the fifth floor and wait in the waiting room.”
“Ain’t that the maternity ward?”
“Girl, what the hell I say?”
“Yes sir.”
Ten minutes later, I was standing at the foot of Boo’s bed in tears. If she ain’t dead, she sho’ do look like it. Whoever did this, fucked her up. Her once long, shiny black hair is matted to her head with blood still in it. “Damn, y’all couldn’t fucking get the blood out of her hair? What the fuck, man?”
Pops shook his head. “That’s why she didn’t want yo crazy ass up here. I’m going downstairs to make some phone calls. I’ll be back.”
I was exhausted. I sat down next to her and put my head on her hand. “Boo, I love you sis. Please get up. We got a city to take over. Yeah chick, I know you back down. Fuck it then, me too! Let’s show these niggaz who run the Chi! I need you. JuJu and her lil go-getters ready. Jaw and Poohman ready. We just need our Queen of the City. I love---”
The next thing I know, all of the machines in the room begin to go crazy.
“What the fuck? What’s happening to her? Why is she shaking? Somebody go get the fucking doctor! Boo, can you hear me? If you can, squeeze my hand…NOTHING!
Damn, I’mma keep talking to her. “Boo, please wake up sis! I got you!”
Just when I was about to have an anxiety attack, her eyes popped open. “OH MY GOODNESS, GET THE DOCTOR! HER EYES ARE OPEN!” This bitch ‘bout to make the city bleed!
LJ
Man Joe, these last two weeks been hell for me. I lost my Auntie and we still ain’t laid her to rest. Ain’t heard from nobody on her behalf. Poohman out the hospital and we definitely back on these streets letting niggaz know ain’t shit sweet. Niggaz thought since we was going through something, they didn’t have to run us our bread…A LIE!
As far as Ju and her lil partners in crime, we been on they asses. School and the crib. Ju know I ain’t playing with her punk ass. After that bullshit we just went through, I’ll die if something happens to her. ReRe living with Poohman a few blocks away. Dirty and Tiki live in the same building that me and Ju live in, so she always down there when I’m trapping.
Today has been a good day. “Ah Poohman?”
He looked at me with a mouth full of fries. “What nigga?”
“Yo old hungry ass. You look like a chipmunk!”
“Fuck you dude! I’m hungry!”
“Ole fat cheek ass nigga!”
“Why yo punk ass worried about me? You need to be worry about a new connect. We got like two bricks left.”
“I ain’t forgot. It’s just so much shit been going on.”
Before my auntie got shot, she put me on to this new connect named Shawn. Turns out, he was a she and she was looking for a new connect, so we was shit outta luck. After she found a connect, she plugged us in too and we just go through her. Fine by me. My mind been all fucked up. I’m not in no position to do shit but look stupid.
“While you was out of it Poohman, I hooked up with Shawn and got up with this new dude.”
Poohman gave me the ugliest look. It was so ugly that I had to laugh. “You know I hate fucking with new niggaz, Jaw…”
“Well me too, but we going through her. She good.”
There go that ugly ass face again. “Nigga, stop looking at me and just talk.”
“Fuck yo porch monkey looking ass. Anyway, I’m not feeling new people, period! Other than our family, I don’t trust a soul, my dude. I’m all paranoid and shit. Ask ReRe. Last night she got ready to go piss and I put her ass in a chokehold.”
I began cracking up.
“Nigga, I’m serious. I almost choked her ass out.”
I’m laughing so hard that I can barely see.
“I know Re’s crazy ass got you back, right?”
“Hell yeah, she did. She snatched away from me and went to the bathroom. When I got good and somewhat relaxed, her crazy ass hit me in my shit so hard, I ain’t even gon lie, I wanted to pistol whip her. I went to grab my pistol and this bitch pulled it from behind her and gon say, “Looking for this?” All I could do was tell her that I was sorry.”
Shaking my head I ask, “Did she forgive you?”
“Hell naw! She made me ride the couch.”
I’m nearly falling out the seat now laughing.
“You ain’t shit Jaw! That shit ain’t funny!”
“Call me what you want. You forgot that girl got bodies under her belt?”
“I ain’t scared of her nigga! I’m cautious.”
My phone started ringing. “Lil Mama, what’s good, sexy?” My hands began shaking so bad that I had to pull over. I’m a grown ass man, but right there at that moment, I started bawling like a baby for like two minutes, at least.
“Man bro, what’s wrong?”
If it were any other woman other than Boo and my Mom Dukes, I wouldn’t be crying like this. Shit, I got an image to uphold, but this was my baby. “Lil Mama said meet her at Rush.”
“Who the fuck up there?”
“Man, Boo alive bro!” This crazy bastard stuck his leg over to the driver side and stomped on my foot.
“DRIVE NIGGA!”
JuJu
Man, I’m so glad that Jaw’s ass is gone. For the last couple of weeks, he been in my ass like a thong. I’m only allowed to go to school and the crib. I mean, damn! I can handle myself pretty much. Y’all read part one, “The Come Up” didn’t you? If you didn’t, then you sleeping on ya girl.”
My besties and I been doing big things. We’re kinda at a standstill right now. My God Mom, Boo died almost three weeks ago. That shit right there almost killed my Auntie’s spirit. Lil Mama and Jaw been in their own lil world.
The initial shock of it has worn off. The show must go on. There is money to be made. After school, we been stacking out a few banks, and have two on our radar.
We all meet up at McDonald’s on 79th and Yates in the mornings before we head off to school. The plan is to hit both banks at the same time. ReRe and I gon hit the one on 79th and Stony Island, and Dirty and Tiki gon hit the one on 71st and Jeffery.
I know what you thinking, but let me explain. We’re sticking to the same M.O. We’re following the manager’s home. In the morning, we grab them from there and ride to the bank with them. Fool proof plan, right? Only problem is, we gotta shake Jaw and Poohman’s stalking asses. They think they know our schedules, but we got a trick for they asses though.
Damn, my phone’s ringing. Where the fuck is it? “Hello? Hellooooo?” I hung up. I’ve been getting prank calls for the last few weeks. Bet not be some hoe that Jaw is creeping with. I’mma slit that nigga’s throat.
“Ju, let’s go get something to eat. I’m hungry.” I looked at Dirty laying across the floor like a throw rug with freckles. She was high as a kite. “Yo ass fucked up!”
I started laughing because this fool was laying on the floor with her arms behind her head as if she was about to make snow angels. Maybe that ain’t funny, but when you high off contact it is!
“Come on hoe; let’s see if Tiki and Re wanna go. I want Fred and Jack’s on 76th.”