LJ
Shit been crazy for the last two weeks. Poohman and I got up with Shawn and got a few bricks for a damn good price. I was impressed. Poohman and I been in them streets nonstop tryna get this money in order. Boo’s been laying low. I check in with her daily, but for the most part she don’t want nobody to know where she at.
I been in and out of the crib, barely seeing my baby JuJu. She ain’t been tripping on a nigga being gone either. That made my antennas go up. “Ah Poohman, them lil mafuckas up to something again.”
He stopped counting his money and took a deep pull on his blunt. “Aww shit Jaw. I don’t wanna hear that shit. Why you say that?”
“JuJu been real pleasant with a nigg.”
“What’s wrong with that? Shit, Re been real nice to me. Shit, I finally got the pussy.”
I had to laugh at that because JuJu finally let me slide into some of that. And I’ll be damned… She was a virgin. That just made me love her ass even more. “I’mma fuck her and them three lil bastards up because I know deep in my heart that they on some bullshit.”
“Man Joe, I can’t get this money with a clear mind knowing that they are up to something that could potentially get them hurt.”
“Let me call Ice and Drop. They could run the spots for us.”
I thought about it for a minute. “Poohman, I swear I’mma kick this girl’s ass if she ain’t doing what she supposed to be doing.”
Damn! Here we go again with this bullshit!
(3 Weeks Later)
As I suspected, these lil mafuckas was on some crazy shit. They’re plotting on robbing two banks. All I could do was shake my head. Poohman and I have been on some stalking shit again. We’ve been following they asses., and from what we been seeing, they got their shit down packed.
“Poohman, should we let them go through with this? I don’t want a repeat of last time.”
“Hell, a part of me wanna see if they got it in em.”
I wanted to punch the fuck outta this fool. “You like that shit don’t you?”
“Nigga yo ass done got soft. They was robbing shit before we met them. To be honest with you, had we not ran up in that bank, I think they woulda made it up outta there. Re had that big ass AK-47 and was not afraid to use it. For real my nigga, if we planning on shutting the city down, we need them on turn up mode. Let that soft shit go. Just have her back like I got Re’s”
“You right. I still wanna see how they gon pull this shit off.”
JuJu
“Tiki, we ‘bout to make that move in exactly three days.”
“Why three days?”
“I dunno, I just think we been sitting on it too long. We know everything to a T! Now that your brother and his friend are on board, we are going to be extra tight. He said his friend is ‘bout that business, but he ain’t heard from him since the shooting. I hope he aight. We could use the extra muscle.”
After going over a few more details, Tiki went home and I got my lazy ass up and made my boo something to eat. We been together for almost five months now and it’s been the shit. I finally gave him the pooh-pooh kat and now this nigga been all in my ass. I know I got that good-good.
After putting the finishing touches on the steak and potatoes I had prepared, I went to go jump in the shower. I turned on the radio to my favorite station, WGCI. Late night love was on. “Aww shit! This my jam! ¯¯ I must have rehearsed my lines, a thousand times…Until I had them memorized. ¯¯”
The music was so loud that I never heard the front door open and close. As I was reaching for my dry towel, a big black figure stood before me looking as if he was ready to kill something.
“Bitch if you scream, I’mma paint the walls with your fucking brains!”
“What the fuck?” Damn! How did I let this big King Kong looking motherfucker creep up on me? “If you want some money, I don’t have---”
WHACK! This nigga slapped me so hard that I saw stars.
“Lie again bitch! You got all my money and I want it back! ALL OF IT!”
I took a closer look at the figure standing before me and almost passed out. It was Big Moe!
“W-w-wait a minute. That money ain’t here, Big Moe.”
WHACK! He slapped me again.
“Bitch, quit saying my name like you know me. I’mma have fun killing you!”
Fuck, I’m hit. Where the fuck is Jaw’s ass when I need him the most? I swear if this nigga kills me, I’mma haunt Jaw’s ass forever.
SNATCH! This nigga grabbed me out the of shower by my neck as if I was a ragdoll. He tossed me on the bed and jumped on top of me. “Get yo big ass off of me! I can’t breathe!”
WHACK! “You wanna talk shit, bitch? I know how to shut you the fuck up!”
He pulled out his dick and I almost fainted. It was at least ten inches. “You ain’t sticking that ugly motherfucker in me!”
“You still wanna talk shit, huh?”
He stood up and pulled out his gun. That’s when I knew a bitch was in trouble. “Bitch, you killed my cousin at the bank and yo auntie shot my other cousin…”
“Please don’t kill me. I’ll get you, your money.”
He paused and thought about what I said for a few seconds. Just when I thought that he had considered what I said, he raised his gun. “You know what? Fuck that money! I can rob plenty of banks. I’mma kill every last one of you bitches starting with you.”
POW!
POW!
POW!
“ARGGGGGG!”
“Damn JuJu, wake the fuck up. You scared the shit outta me. What’s wrong?”
“Bitch, Big Moe tried to kill me in my dreams.”
“Big Moe?”
“Yes bitch; Big Moe! Damn, that shit was too real! We need to hit them banks and lay low!”
(Somewhere Across Town)
Big Moe
“Wake yo punk ass up. You should be aight to move around. I got things to do. I’m tired of babysitting yo lil ass.”
“You so damn insensitive. Nigga, I got shot!”
“And it’s been three weeks. What you gon tell yo boy?”
“I’mma tell him that the niggas that shot at him, shot me. I mean, I did get shot.”
This lil boy smart and stupid. “Even if he does believe that, then why did it take you three weeks to call him?”
“Because I was fucked up. He better not question me. Shit, I don’t answer to nobody.”
I swear, after I kill all these bitches, I’m killing his smartass mouth too. No witnesses! I looked down and saw that I had two missed calls. My phone started to ring again so I quickly answered it. “Ah yo, what up Uncle T?”
“Come see me ASAP! I think we might have a little situation that needs to be cleaned up.”
“Give me ‘bout an hour.”
I hung up and got dressed. For as long as I could remember, my Uncle T has been in my corner. When my daddy decided to dip on my mom’s before I was born, my Uncle T stepped in. My mom was moving a lot of weight for him back in the day. Something went wrong and she was found with two bulletholes in her head.
I was only three months old. My G-Ma raised me. My Uncle T was in and out of my life until I was sixteen. My G-Ma called him to come get me. The night before, I had caught my first body and she helped me cover it up.
This lil nigga named Marcus used to be on the same shit I was on…robbing niggas. One night I was laying in the cut waiting for my target to come home. I was ready to pop his ass and take all of his shit, but that punk ass nigga Marcus beat me to the punch.
I had been watching Snowman for weeks. Fuck that! He was gonna have to let me get all that. I sat back and let him do his thing. As I watched him, I grew madder and madder.
First off, he wore a mask…pussy! How you gon make these niggas fear you if you don’t show ‘em who you are? Then after he ran the niggas pockets, he pistol-whipped him. Who does that? Shoot that motherfucker! If you don’t, he’ll probably come back for you. Now I’m on fire!
As soon as he was finished, he ran right in my direction. I wanted no time when I jumped on his ass. “Man Joe, let me get all that!”
He looked at me as if he was about to lie. “Go ahead and lie so I can lay yo ass down. Matter of fact…”
BOC! BOC! BOC! I shot him three times in the chest. Then I bent down and ran his pockets. I even snatched the chain and watch that he wore. Just as I was about to make my getaway, this apartment door flew open. “Mon? Is that you? Get yo ass in here now!”
My G-Ma was downstairs playing pinochle with her old ass friends. She made me change clothes and she held on to my pistol. She was a “G” for real.
After that, she told my Uncle T that I was ready for him. He was that nigga on the streets. Boogie and Jr’s mind hadn’t been corrupted yet, so they stayed around G-Ma. Uncle T showed me the drug game real fast. It was aight, but robbing niggas was my thing. He turned me into the monster that I am today. Right before I turned seventeen, I caught my second body.
All that day, Uncle T and I had been riding around smoking Kush and drinking Grey Goose. My Uncle was always soft spoken and laid back, but the phone call he got that day pissed him off. I remember him saying, “Fuck you! I don’t give a fuck who you are! We’ll see nigga!”
When he hung up the phone, I swear I saw steam coming from his ears. Shit, I was scared to speak. He bust a U-turn and sped down 67th street. We pulled up behind this black two door Infiniti. He handed me a gun and simply said, “Kill that nigga in the car in front of us.”
There was a slight hesitation in me. “I SAID SHOOT THAT NIGGA!” The coldness in his eyes chilled my blood. There was nothing else left to be said. I jumped out of the car, crept up to the driver side window, and opened fire. POP! POP!
Damn, should I shoot the lil girl too? The only reason I didn’t shoot her was because she covered her eyes. I didn’t find out ‘til later that I had killed the Infamous King Meech! I’ll never forget the look in his eyes when I pulled the trigger. It was as if he welcomed death. I saw no fear in him at all. That was the same look I saw in his son’s eyes that day at the restaurant.
Now that I think about it, he might be a problem if he finds out that I killed his father. We’ll see how that turns out for his lil ass if he tries. I’mma a killer! He better come with it if he wants me.
Back to the present. I know that I have to watch my back and I can’t trust no one! “It’s time for you to move the hell around. I’m tired of babysitting yo punk ass.”
“I got yo punk. I’mma call a ride. Don’t worry; I’ll be gone by the time you get back.”
He lucky I need his ass. He reminds me of a younger Boogie. Always talking shit. “Lock the door behind you, punk!”