Stay Down

Chapter 8

Red-
Everything went well in Cali. I came across some good connects that said they would put me on if I ever moved out there. The only thing I have to worry about now is how ima get this product back to louisana without getting caught. Me and my nigga mike decided to drive instead of taking a chance by getting on a plane. I brought 20,000 with me so I went to a lot and bought an all white Honda Accord coupe. Mike stuffed all the kush in the trunk and we got on the road for a long drive ahead of us. We sped the whole ride home while we was getting high on that Girl Scout and blasting boosie through our speakers. People may think we know boosie but we don't, the nigga don't show no love to the hood unless he from another hood. We made it all the way to Texas before getting pulled over by the pigs. "License and registration please", the white officer said. He asking for registration and he see the temp tag. I just pray this cracker let us go man. I don't need this shit right now. "This a new car officer but here is my license", I spoke handing the officer my about to be expired license. "This car doesn't look new and a car like this was reported stolen", he spoke smiling. "Where'd you buy the car?", he asked. "From Cali", I spoke getting angry. "What's the name of the dealership?", he asked. "Why so many questions, you either believe me or you don't", I said. "I'm going to have to ask you to step out the car sir", he spoke. "No, I'm going to have to ask you to call your Sargent cause I ain't did shit wrong", I spoke. We waited on his Sargent for about 15 minutes. Another police car finally pulled up and a black woman got out of the car with her hair flying in the wind. She was finer than a mf. She walked up to his car and they both walked up to my car. I rolled down the window. "Sorry for your inconvenience sir", she said smiling and handing me back my license and a speeding ticket. "Thank you", I said smiling back at her. We made it back to Louisiana without getting caught. Once me and mike made it back to my house I felt a sign of relief. We unpacked all the product and took a ride on the south to see what it was looking like. We road by the store and as we were passing by I saw Chris coming out of the store. I swung the bim and turned around. I ducked off on the next corner to see what he was about to do. I watched this nigga every move and he got in the car with the enemy. The big nigga from the other night. This nigga is better known as mal, the head drug dealer on the south side of Baton Rouge. Of course lil niggas sold drugs here and there but he was really the one running shit on his side of town. "You seen that nigga Chris get in the car with mal?" I said turning over to look at mike. He was already shaking his head. "Man I told you that nigga wasn't to be trusted", he said. "We gone have to murk that nigga", he said. "Naw man he been down with a nigga since day one, it's only right that I go talk to that nigga first and if he ain't talking right, the choice is yours bruh", I said while pulling off. I dropped mike off to his crib. That whole thing got me throwed. I decided to just go talk to my mama since I got her another apartment and I haven't really heard from her. I drove to her apartmant on the east side of town where it's much more quiet and luxurious. "Mama!", I yelled as I was turning my spare key to her apartment. I don't know if I was still high of that doja me and mike was smoking but I know this lady ain't in here fucking some nigga. "Wtf you got going on man?", I asked mad as hell. "What are you doing here? You can't just barge in whenever you feel like it", she said sounding angry as she was getting down of the counter. I wasn't trying to hear none of that shit. I made my way straight over to this somewhat familiar face nigga and pointed my gun right between his eyes. "Get the fuck out before I put two holes in yo skull, and don't let me catch you round here again", I spat at this nigga as he was hurrying trying to get out. "Stop Raheem! That's your daddy", my mama yelled while she was sobbing. "I wouldn't give a damn, he ain't never did shit for me and I don't have a daddy, get out cuz!", I yelled turning my attention back to this buster as he was making his way out the door. "You can get out too!", I heard my mama yelling at me. "Why? Cause you wanna lay up with a busta?", I yelled knowing that made her mad. Before I knew it her hand was coming across my face. "You lost all my respect, don't call me when that nigga shit on you again", I said as I was walking out the door.