1968 LTD with a slapping ass stereo system, and I was hitting a few corners playing some Peezy, just cruising until I had to go pick up Jaeda to go to the movies. This nigga Mess was testing us every day and the shit was about to come to a head, so I was ready for whatever but I knew that this problem was going to need all of our focus, so this would be me and Jaeda’s last little outing until this little beef simmered down. Niggas were talking about some on sight shit, so we had to be on point. I hadn’t really bust my gun since I caught my first body. That was something that I tried to keep in the back of my head; it wasn’t something that I was proud of, but it was what had to be done. I caught my first body two years ago when I was 16.
My cousin Josh was older than Jah and I, so he used to put us up on all kinds of different money plays. Josh was the one to teach us how to shoot a gun, and had schooled us on how to hit licks – from home invasions to botched drug deals, he taught us how to finesse the mark and get the money fast. We used to even hit parking lot licks at the train station, where we would find a mark that were usually just getting off work and rob them for whatever they had on them and dip off. Most times, our targets were other races that were dressed business casual and looked like they were holding a little change. Well, one day Josh approached us on a weed lick that was supposed to have us sitting nice for a minute. We were told that nobody would be home and it would be an easy lick. There was supposed to be at least three pounds of weed and about $75,000 in cash stuffed in some Gucci bags in the back closet. Josh wasn’t going to be there for the job because the house he was hitting was one of the niggas he was grinding on the block with. Josh said the nigga owed him some money from a bet and he was hitting his ass for his paper, and the extra was all interest. Josh had given us the layout of the 3-bedroom apartment and had given us some guns to go in with. At the time Jah and Josh weren’t on the best of terms, so going in I wasn’t worried because I wouldn’t have to deal with the tension between the two. Even though Josh had given us both pistols, I opted to carry my own – not that I didn’t trust the one I was given, I would just rather use my own hammer. The night we were supposed to hit the lick, Josh wasn’t answering his phone; although we knew all the details, I still wanted to make sure it was still all good for the play.
At first I was having an uneasy feeling about the whole thing, but Jah said it was just my nerves from Josh not being there. I mean, he was kind of like our mentor so it was going to be very different without him. Jah and I had parked at the end of the block from where the spot was; once we killed the lights, we both exited the car and crept down the block up to the apartment we were going in. It was a duplex, so there was only one other apartment connected, and we knew that it was vacant. As we entered the apartment there was a little bit of light coming from the hood of the stove that enabled us to see where we were going. This was easy shit and we should have only been in there less than five minutes.
Creeping down the hallway towards the rooms, I went in one direction and Jah went in the other to secure the other two bedrooms before we went into the room that held the stash. Right as I was about to turn the knob to the bedroom door, there was a loud noise behind me like somebody had ran into the wall. I whipped around pulling my pistol and saw a figure directly behind Jah, and I let off a head shot with no hesitation. Soon as the body dropped, the lights of the apartment all shut on and a figure stepped into the hall. I kept my gun trained on him and Jah did the same.
“So you little niggas just thought y’all was about to just walk in here and take my shit and then walk out like it was nothing?” He laughed a deep laugh as he looked between the two of
My cousin Josh was older than Jah and I, so he used to put us up on all kinds of different money plays. Josh was the one to teach us how to shoot a gun, and had schooled us on how to hit licks – from home invasions to botched drug deals, he taught us how to finesse the mark and get the money fast. We used to even hit parking lot licks at the train station, where we would find a mark that were usually just getting off work and rob them for whatever they had on them and dip off. Most times, our targets were other races that were dressed business casual and looked like they were holding a little change. Well, one day Josh approached us on a weed lick that was supposed to have us sitting nice for a minute. We were told that nobody would be home and it would be an easy lick. There was supposed to be at least three pounds of weed and about $75,000 in cash stuffed in some Gucci bags in the back closet. Josh wasn’t going to be there for the job because the house he was hitting was one of the niggas he was grinding on the block with. Josh said the nigga owed him some money from a bet and he was hitting his ass for his paper, and the extra was all interest. Josh had given us the layout of the 3-bedroom apartment and had given us some guns to go in with. At the time Jah and Josh weren’t on the best of terms, so going in I wasn’t worried because I wouldn’t have to deal with the tension between the two. Even though Josh had given us both pistols, I opted to carry my own – not that I didn’t trust the one I was given, I would just rather use my own hammer. The night we were supposed to hit the lick, Josh wasn’t answering his phone; although we knew all the details, I still wanted to make sure it was still all good for the play.
At first I was having an uneasy feeling about the whole thing, but Jah said it was just my nerves from Josh not being there. I mean, he was kind of like our mentor so it was going to be very different without him. Jah and I had parked at the end of the block from where the spot was; once we killed the lights, we both exited the car and crept down the block up to the apartment we were going in. It was a duplex, so there was only one other apartment connected, and we knew that it was vacant. As we entered the apartment there was a little bit of light coming from the hood of the stove that enabled us to see where we were going. This was easy shit and we should have only been in there less than five minutes.
Creeping down the hallway towards the rooms, I went in one direction and Jah went in the other to secure the other two bedrooms before we went into the room that held the stash. Right as I was about to turn the knob to the bedroom door, there was a loud noise behind me like somebody had ran into the wall. I whipped around pulling my pistol and saw a figure directly behind Jah, and I let off a head shot with no hesitation. Soon as the body dropped, the lights of the apartment all shut on and a figure stepped into the hall. I kept my gun trained on him and Jah did the same.
“So you little niggas just thought y’all was about to just walk in here and take my shit and then walk out like it was nothing?” He laughed a deep laugh as he looked between the two of
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