《PHAT 2》Chapter Twenty-Three.
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"How dare this nigga tell me I can't do some shit I been doing since I was like thirteen fucking years old" I said to my gang. "It's only a matter of time before I get these police off my ass and when they off everybody getting it" I said inhaling the blunt. I been staying out the way avoiding using any phone. I already knew all my shit was tapped that's why I had to abandon my crib. I'm out for good and the only way I was going back is with a fight.
"When we first started out B I told you to been branch off and do your own thing" my right hand said. He was right, but he was wrong at the same time. I couldn't branch off at first I wasn't ringing in the streets like I am now.
People know who I am so therefore my money would constantly flow in. In the beginning, if I would of broken off sooner I would be broke like the rest of these niggas. "Yea you was right" I said lien.
How would he know we started at the same time and came up at the same time, but this nigga work for me so what that tell you. I'm the man with the money and the say so. I don't need my Uncle low down sorry ass. He wasn't shit anyways. He been getting money since I was little boy. My mother asked him for some money and he told his own sister no. We ended up being homeless. I went to Cliff and asked him for a job.
I was breaking shit down on my own Cliff ain't teach me shit. He was only good for one thing and that was being in charge over us. Honestly, he wasn't very good at that. His own daughter ran over his ass. That bum ass excuse of a cousin. I hate her ass too and her nigga Rio. I'm a clap his dumb ass too. I'm sick of his slick ass mouth. Every time I see that nigga face I want to head butt his goofy ass. When Rio got Ruth pregnant Cliff did everything in his power for this nigga.
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I was family and I had to work my ass off to get to where I am now. My only thing was how you let the nigga slide when he was fucking your under aged daughter. Then, when you asked the nigga he straight lied. Any real father I know would of popped Rio off the back. Cliff a bitch and his son in law one as well. I got some in stored for them niggas though.
"So what we gone do now B" one of my young boys said. "Good question" I said putting the roach out. "I don't fucking know we just gone lay low, and chill out till this other shit die down" I added. "After all this did down we make our move" I continued to say. My move was pretty simple. If I wasn't going to get respected I was going to take respect and if that meant knocking off the man in charge than it shall be that.
Family ain't shit anyways. When you up them be the main mother-fuckas praying on your down fall. Then, with all this shit I got going on I can't trust nobody. Therefore, Rari was out of the picture. Shit the way I'm feeling that nigga owe me. I put him on to the real. I'm a give him an opportunity to choose a side and if he choose the wrong answer then, I'm offing his shit to. Because, what I say goes and whoever don't like it can suck my dick. "Pedro have you talked to G" I asked the young nigga. He shook his head no. He probably was lien. I don't trust his flip flopping ass either.
How dare you put a bitch before your paper? How dare you put a bitch before a mans that let you eat? If you ask me he should be on that bitches neck not G. Than again fuck G and whatever he stands for. Pedro pussy though if it was me and I was in his shoes man, I'll have my bitch straight kill G. That's how you know Pedro young minded he ain't experienced at all. G was a horrible boss.
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"So what you gone do with ok dude girl" my right hand said. "She ain't our concern if we have a problem on down the road I'll take it up with her man's" I said to them. I ain't want her getting hurt mainly because she did me a favor so letting her keep her life is the best I can do. Besides I wouldn't mind beating her back in. Her chunky ass is fine. "So we not doing business with Rari" some dude said looking like someone killed his dog. "Nigga fuck you sad for" I said shouting. "He just cool you know" he said. I smacked my lips. "That nigga was cool at first, but he went behind my back and now he doing shit on his own so guess what he has to fucking go" I said getting upset. "Now do you got a problem with that" I said walking over to him gripping my pistol tight. He put his hands up. "Nah B chill I don't have a problem" he said shaken. He looked like he shitted on himself. "Fuck you scared for" I said yelling. I cocked my pistol. "I ain't having no pussies running with me" I said squeezing it. His blood went across my face and clothes. I turned around and wiped my face with the back of my hand. "Now is anybody else being a bitch tonight" I said pointing the gun at everyone. The room was quiet. "Exactly" I said putting my gun back in my pants. "Now someone clean this shit up" I demanded.
These niggas better toughin' the fuck up or there will be a body dropped every other second out this bitch.
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