us, like we weren’t even holding hammers in his face. “Well almost,” he said as he looked up toward the ceiling.
“Man, I came for the work and I’m taking what I came for!” Jah said, raising his voice a little.
“Yea okay bum ass nigga, see ya whack ass patna slipped up and left his phone in my whip when he ran into the store earlier, and you was blowing his phone up like a little bitch so I picked it up.” The tall man, who looked to be in his mid twenties smirked as he continued, “So imagine my surprise when I scroll through the incoming text message and see that this snake ass nigga had texted you my mothafuckin address!” I gripped my hammer a little tighter; my shit was already cocked and ready to go, so I dared this pussy to make a move. “Nigga talkin about let’s go fuck with some bitches while he plotting to take my shit, and the killer part was he was about to have one of his other young niggas hit y’all the moment y’all stepped off my porch,” the nigga shook his head and bent down. Jah and I steadied our guns, still aiming at his head from either side. My shot was always on point, so I wasn’t too much bothered about what he would do at this point. The nigga reached down and pulled the mask off the man I had shot minutes ago and it was Josh; my heart dropped to my fucking knees as I thought about the fact that I had just killed my blood fucking cousin.
“Nigga set me up and was about to set y’all up to, but y’all violated coming up in my spot trying to take my shit, and that ain’t shit I’m going to let slide.” In one swift move, he pulled a gun from his ankle and came up busting toward Jah first. Jah pulled the trigger, but nothing happened; in that delay, I let off two shots, dropping the man instantly.
“Aye nigga my gun jammed!” Jah yelled, visibly shaken from that close call. Right then, something clicked in my head and I pulled the gun that Josh had given me earlier; aiming at the owner of the spot, I cocked the hammer and pulled the trigger, but nothing happened – my gun was jammed as well.
“Son of a bitch!” I yelled. “Let’s grab this shit and cut,” I said to Jah. I was heated that Josh had the nerve to set us up after we put in the work, gave us them faulty ass hammers, and had set us up to get got for what we put in work for. I reached in the back of the closet; all that shit the nigga talked about, we weren’t taking shit and the shit was sitting right where it was supposed to. We grabbed the bags and left out as quietly as we came. I heard sirens in the distance, so we got up out of there immediately. The next day the news aired the story about Josh’s death, and it was ruled as a home invasion turned bad. Jah and I swore to take this to our grave, and to this day neither of us had so much as mentioned it to a soul, let alone brought it up between each other.
I pulled up to the block and just sat in the car thinking as I smoked on a blunt of some true granddaddy purple. I loved to smoke cookies, but nothing would ever feel as good to me as some purple. Thinking of my first body had me shaking my head, because that wasn’t the only body and I knew that in this game, there would be more to come. Jah and I had stopped hitting licks after that one; we had ended up with much less than we were told the lick would pay, but it was still enough to put us on. We came off with two pounds of weed and about $15,000. We figured that Josh just wanted to lure us into the lick to where we wouldn’t back out once we knew he wouldn’t be there. With what we had, Jah and I sold the weed a pound a piece and split the cash down the middle. That’s how we met Big Ken; we had sold the weed to Tommy, copped some work with the cash we had, and hit the block. About two months later of grinding aimlessly, we were approached by Big Ken and we’ve been under him ever since.
Jah
I ain’t got time cus I run these streets, my money too long why you hatin’ on me, I be on
“Man, I came for the work and I’m taking what I came for!” Jah said, raising his voice a little.
“Yea okay bum ass nigga, see ya whack ass patna slipped up and left his phone in my whip when he ran into the store earlier, and you was blowing his phone up like a little bitch so I picked it up.” The tall man, who looked to be in his mid twenties smirked as he continued, “So imagine my surprise when I scroll through the incoming text message and see that this snake ass nigga had texted you my mothafuckin address!” I gripped my hammer a little tighter; my shit was already cocked and ready to go, so I dared this pussy to make a move. “Nigga talkin about let’s go fuck with some bitches while he plotting to take my shit, and the killer part was he was about to have one of his other young niggas hit y’all the moment y’all stepped off my porch,” the nigga shook his head and bent down. Jah and I steadied our guns, still aiming at his head from either side. My shot was always on point, so I wasn’t too much bothered about what he would do at this point. The nigga reached down and pulled the mask off the man I had shot minutes ago and it was Josh; my heart dropped to my fucking knees as I thought about the fact that I had just killed my blood fucking cousin.
“Nigga set me up and was about to set y’all up to, but y’all violated coming up in my spot trying to take my shit, and that ain’t shit I’m going to let slide.” In one swift move, he pulled a gun from his ankle and came up busting toward Jah first. Jah pulled the trigger, but nothing happened; in that delay, I let off two shots, dropping the man instantly.
“Aye nigga my gun jammed!” Jah yelled, visibly shaken from that close call. Right then, something clicked in my head and I pulled the gun that Josh had given me earlier; aiming at the owner of the spot, I cocked the hammer and pulled the trigger, but nothing happened – my gun was jammed as well.
“Son of a bitch!” I yelled. “Let’s grab this shit and cut,” I said to Jah. I was heated that Josh had the nerve to set us up after we put in the work, gave us them faulty ass hammers, and had set us up to get got for what we put in work for. I reached in the back of the closet; all that shit the nigga talked about, we weren’t taking shit and the shit was sitting right where it was supposed to. We grabbed the bags and left out as quietly as we came. I heard sirens in the distance, so we got up out of there immediately. The next day the news aired the story about Josh’s death, and it was ruled as a home invasion turned bad. Jah and I swore to take this to our grave, and to this day neither of us had so much as mentioned it to a soul, let alone brought it up between each other.
I pulled up to the block and just sat in the car thinking as I smoked on a blunt of some true granddaddy purple. I loved to smoke cookies, but nothing would ever feel as good to me as some purple. Thinking of my first body had me shaking my head, because that wasn’t the only body and I knew that in this game, there would be more to come. Jah and I had stopped hitting licks after that one; we had ended up with much less than we were told the lick would pay, but it was still enough to put us on. We came off with two pounds of weed and about $15,000. We figured that Josh just wanted to lure us into the lick to where we wouldn’t back out once we knew he wouldn’t be there. With what we had, Jah and I sold the weed a pound a piece and split the cash down the middle. That’s how we met Big Ken; we had sold the weed to Tommy, copped some work with the cash we had, and hit the block. About two months later of grinding aimlessly, we were approached by Big Ken and we’ve been under him ever since.
Jah
I ain’t got time cus I run these streets, my money too long why you hatin’ on me, I be on
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