Female Gangster Love Story

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Hazel: What up Dre

Dre: Wassup H, Aye you got a job for me I need to get back in da streets, my fam ain't doin to good

Hazel:Hell Nahhh Dre you need take yo ass to school and get a damn education man, I don't wanna see you dead in deez streets, especially if you don't get my money and I gotta be the one to put a bullet in yo ass

Dre:Hazel come on man just one job and I'll get ya money....., please chica

Dre is only 17 man I don't wanna give him this shit man I want the best fa this kid. I show him this respect cause he ain't no damn punk and when he was workin fa me he only got caught once, the nigga got balls comin up to me right now I remember when I had to fuck his ass up bout my money but that was when he was only 15 years old, imma give this nigga one fucking job and then he betta take his ass to school

Hazel: ight Dre here take this, it's the new drug in the streets Fl-

Dre:FLOCK OH HELL NAHH HAZEL YOU TRUST ME WITH THIS SHIT, DAMN THAT MEANS ALOT THAT YOU CARE

Hazel:Shut the fuck up nigga I don't care bout yo dumbfounded ass I care bout that lil chica sittin at yo house waitin fa some damn food, Now go make my fucking money fa I have to beat yo ass again bout my money

He leaves with the drug and close the door to my trap house. Damn what the fuck did I just do.... I mean I didn't wanna give the kid the drug, but his lil sister only fucking 5 years old and I'm not finna let her starve, like for real I'm the reason they ain't got no momma, I didn't kill her but I'm the one who sold her the drug and it was too strong for her and she then she got hit by a fucking car.... Damn I feel bad but I ain't finna let them kids fuckin die, they daddy ain't shit so I feel like I'm they new momma.

Ring! Ring! Ring! My phone rings, I look at the phone and see that it's one of my hoes her name is Tiffany I make bout $5000 on her per week and in exchange I give her drugs and we both get what we want.

Hazel: Yea Tiff

Tiffany: umm H imma be a lil short this week

Hazel: Fuck you mean you gon be a lil short

Tiffany: I got pregnant, and I wanna keep it

Hazel: I don't care what you do wit that lil shit I betta have my 5 grand by the end of the fucking week or imma put a bullet in yo stomach bitch

Tiffany: please Hazel, is there another way I can get your money besides fuck guys for money

Hazel: The fuck did you just say to me bitch, I know you ain't just curse at me now imma really put a bullet to that piece of shit you call a baby

Tiffany: I'm sorry Hazel, I'll get your money an then after that I'm gettin out of this, I don't want my child in this me-

Hazel: I don't give a fuck what you don't want just have my money in hand by Friday *I hang up*

I clean my trap house and lock it up cause I don't want them damn cops searching through my shit so I gotta make sure it looks like a regular house in the hood

I walk out the door and lock the 4 locks that's on the door. Then walk to my Red Camaro and turn the radio to hot 105 you know that radio station that plays all that old school music, if you don't know it then whatever, but yea I'm not the type to listen to all that bullshit everybody else listens to. I try to keep my calm but my temper always gets the best of me as you can see especially when it's about my money. I stop at a light then look to left and see my former gang leader Deon, I tense up but I don't a give a fuck, he looks over and smirks at me then rolls his window down