I'm walking now to Llyod house with a Jansport bag across my shoulders. Today's the day we raid Leanord trap house. I knocked on the door and Llyod opened it, ready for the raid. When he was walking out the door
I noticed Llyod limping. I started doubting what I was about to do: What if Llyod get shot again or that if we get killed. Its only two of us and who knows how much of them. We at the trap house now in the back, we don't have a plan except to go in shoot anything that moves. With an AK strapped on my shoulders and a rifle slung across Lloyd's back we busted down the door. Once we got in we saw about 10 people in a line across the door with SMG guns in their hand. Aww shit,me and Llyod looked at each other,both of us knowing we can't do nothing now. Walking up to us now is the Least person I wanna see-Leonard. "I know y'all niggas ain't think y'all just go come up in here and shoot shit", Leonard said with a smile. "Shut the Fuck up, " LLyod said. Didnt I already put a bullet through your back. Now yall come with me to the back , and if y'all cooperate I'll might let y'all walk out here alive." Leonard picked up a blunt and walked to the back. Me and Llyod followed him. We gave up our guns to his crew. Now we almost good as dead with Leonard with us.
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