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from da’ back seat, but was way too late. “Shit here dey come, dawg!!” Smoke yelled as he watched them both making u-turns in the middle of the street, just before turning the lights on top of their cars on.
                  “Fuck dis shit I ain’t going back to jail, hell naw!!” Maniac shouted, before opening the door and jumping out while Trouble was doing about 45mph on a back road.
                  “Damn he hit the ground hard! I know he broke some.” Dre uttered.
                  “Look he jumped up. Now he running to da’ woods!” Smoke shouted, excited to see him get away.
                  “What y’all plan on doing cause I can’t stop now its too many of em’ on us!” Trouble shouted as his adrenaline rushed and is heart raced a hundred miles per hour as it was about to explode.
                  “Hell naw we can’t stop!! Try to leave dey ass ‘fore dey fuck ‘round and call da’ chopper, ain’t no gettin' away from dat shit dawg!” Smoke stressed.
                  All of a sudden Trouble quickly swerved to the left trying to keep from hitting the road spike he spotted in front of him at the last minute. But it was too late he lost control of the car causing it to spin out of control, stopping once he slammed into a pole. His head hit hard against the windshield, causing it to knock him unconscious. Smoke and Dre made a quick exit, leaving Trouble and the two duffel bags that they went through hell and hot water to get at the scene.
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                  Maniac, Smoke and Dre all managed to make it back to Maniac’s crib safely. Neither of the three said a word as the observed several officers going from door to door asking people if they saw or heard anything. The paramedics had already taken the wounded Hispanic guy to the hospital, and they could tell that the other guy was telling the officers, “No English!! No English!! Me speak no English.”
                  “Yo! You got da’ whole hood hot! Fuck you shoot em’ fo!?” Dre said with anger in his voice.
                  “Shit he tried to get away!” Maniac replied.
                  “So you shot em’!?”
    “Got damn right, I couldn’t take no chances. Shit ain’t no telling what dat muhfucka was tryna get to!” Maniac angrily emphasized.
    “Now what da’ fuck we gone do!?” Dre yelled, before firing up the blunt of mid he just finish rolling, stressing, “We went out bad as fuck! Leaving Trouble and both bags.”
    Maniac snapped yelling, “Why da’ fuck you ain’t grab em’ nigga? You had both of em’ in da’ back seat wit you nigga!”
    Dre hit his blunt, and hit it once more before passing it to Smoke. He then turn around and swung on Maniac hitting him with a quick left punch in his face, followed by a right that knocked him on the floor. “Get ya’ ass up nigga!” Dre hollered. He was tall and lanky while Maniac was short and out of shape. Smoke remained seated still blown with the outcome of the lick, but was still ready to break up the fight if it got out of control. So Maniac got back up and they squared off in the middle of his living room. He held up his fists, hit him with a fake, then tried to rush in, but Dre saw it coming and backed up. So Maniac took off his shirt and rushed again.  Once he noticed his back was against the wall and he couldn’t go anywhere he went underneath Dre, grabbing him by his legs, picking him up from the floor, and dropping him hard on his back. Once Maniac got on top of him he had the upper hand, throwing punch after punch. “Bitch ass Nigga!!” he hollered as he grabbed his neck and started choking him until Smoke stepped in. “A’ight that’s enough.” But Maniac wouldn’t let go shouting, “Nigga da’ next time you build you nuts up to swing on me, I’ma kill yo’ ass!!”
    “I said that’s it dawg! Y’all niggaz trippin'!”