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"Mann fuck outta hea you cheating foe" booka said punching durk in his arm as they play gta
"Put your hands on me again and imma shoot you in your ass gang" durk said causing all of us to bust out laughing. My twin don't be having no filter sometimes that's why he my evil twin.
"What's going on wit you bitch? Why you over hea quiet" duke asked
"Nah I'm chillin to be honest gang. Ain't shit to say which is why I'm quiet nigga"
"Nah nah you thinking bout that bitch and that faggot nigga ain't chu? Man I'm sure they ass dead and gone the way we was bussing last night think about it. Remember we dont speak on murders" duke said
"I'm already knowin nigga. It's just T-Roy been on my mind heavy. I should have been there man that shit will forever hurt and I will forever blame myself. He ain't have to go out like that on king David"
I know I have been distant lately everybody grieves differently. I have so much anger built up in my heart the shit scaring me. Yesterday I was getting me some food and I saw that sassy ass nigga. I just blacked out and started beating his ass. Durk nem ain't know what was going on they just started jumpin in once they seen him trynna fight back.
Last night we went to the motel T-Roy was shot at and we tortured the nigga who be at the front desk till he told us what the fuck he saw. Once he described the female he came in with I already knew what was up. If I would have known this shit sooner that bitch ass nigga would have been dead right then and there.
I'm just trynna figure out who shot him. There ain't no way her little ass toting poles like that. Her and that faggot nigga set him up for sure it had to be. Lemme find out she was hanging with some more opp niggas from 63rd the whole block getting wet up once again.
"YOOOO CHECK THIS SHIT OUT" booka yelled pointing towards the tv
The news was on and it was talking about the house we shot up last night.
"We are here on the scene where police are investigating a shooting that happened at approximately 10:30 pm last night. The owner of the house Whitney Houston was not here at the time however her daughter and bestfriend were in the house. Police have not discovered no bodies and both individuals recieved medical help with little no injuries. We will now here from a woman who lives 5 houses down and heard the bullets flying through the windows last night."
"Turn this shit off man" durk huffed
"Damn what the fuck them niggas bulletproof or sum shit?" Duke asked shocked
"Ain't no way we put like 60 rounds innat bitch last night fasho" booka retorted
"I see they think this street shit a game." Duke said
"Whitney Houston's daughter?" Durk shook his head
"It's always some shit man. Next time we catch them niggas they dead and we not leaving until we watch them die" I said standing up
"Where you going?" Booka asked ?
"Drilling" I answered simply
"Drilling? In broad daylight? Feds is everywhere twin" durk mumbled
"So? I ain't stayin ova hea anyways I'm going uptown" I said smirking
"Dawg you a dangerous ass nigga to be going up there fucking wit them white folks." Duke shook his head
"I'm going witchu I'm trynna be dangerous too" booka said
"Y'all coming?"he asked
"Nah I'm finna knock" durk said shutting the game off
"I'm finna go see my baby mama yall on your own" Duke said brushing off his pants.
"Well fuck y'all too let's go Nigga" I said to booka
We walked out the house and into the garage getting in my all black suv. I press the keypad I had in my car opening the garage after that I sped off.
"Man slow your ass down" booka said gripping the door
"Man stop being a pussy" I laughed
After 30 minutes we made it to a more decent part of Chicago. I parked my car next to a brick building it look like an old factory they was trying to fix up asum. I look around and there wasn't many buildings just a nice hotel and a few scattered houses here and there.
I spotted a white buff nigga he was dressed all in designer and he carried a duffel bag on him. He look like a drug dealer and of course I would know what they look like I am one.
"There go our target" I pointed, booka nodded in response
I put my hoodie on and checked in the back seat to make sure I have my license plate to swap out. Booka put on a dark grey hoodie with his hood on and grabbed his strap from out the back and tucked it in his pants.
"You ready Nigga?" He asked
"You know I was made fa this shit let's go"
We hopped out the car ducking low. Once the dude cut into an alley we made our move. I pistol whipped him causing him to stumble. He tried punching me but missed booka kicked him in his kneecaps causing his leg to break and him fall on the ground. Screaming in pain. I grabbed the duffel bag opening it and it was a large sum of cash.
"Jackpot" I said showing booka
"Let's go Nigga" he said as we started running out the alley. We made it safely back to the suv. Putting the money in the back seat. I got in followed behind booka I started the car and was getting ready to pull off when I seen something out my peripheral.
"Awwww shit if it ain't tooka live and in the flesh and he with home girl" booka said with an evil smirk
I had to make sure I actually wasn't seeing shit. Obviously shorty ain't learn the first time about being with a an opp ass nigga. She seen what happen to duck and her friend? And she still going.
"You know what type of timing I'm on." Booka said looking at me before he grabbed both of our poles from out the backseat.
"You play with a 63rd nigga you lay with a 63rd nigga" I said shrugging Before I grabbed my pole and started shooting at them while driving away. Making sure if not one both of them was hit...
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_____________________________________ Hey my amiri's ❤️
Told y'all I got y'all on another update 😖
Who y'all think got hit? Or do y'all think both of them finally did ?
