In Brooklyn lived a girl named 11(me😎🥶). She was one of the most respected young gangstas in her hood. Her and her best friend Bashar , who she preferred to call Smoko Guwap. After 3 years on the West coast 11 decided to come back home. Things da...
Before we thought about the trip. I remembered my brother. He was on his way back to the East Coast. Y'all can't believe were he was at. (Alabama) like can you believe that bullshit.
Anyway Poppa and I were hella excited to see him, lil Yaro (meaning son). He was cute n'all and did attract ala'ta groupies but fuck, he knew I hated that. He was also hella annoying. I hope Pop and Yar don't get into a fight like da ol' days
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They were so petty back then like hello, are y'all racoons?
"Aight we off?" Pop asked with a straight face. "Yeah" I responded just staring at him. I could see he wasn't amused to be seeing my brother.
"You okay Pop?" I asked just staring him down. "Yeah , why not?" He said while tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Look I know, You and Yaro never really got along, ever since y'all were kids. But y'all need to grow up!" He just let out a sigh and pulled off. "Fine" he huffed and all I did was smile.
Few minutes later we arrived at the airport... And we went to wait in the reception. Damn how long did it take for a blasted nigga to arrive. Pop and I freestyled , ate some fast food, while waiting for my lil bro to arrive.
After what seemed like an hour , the madness finally arrived. "AYYYYOOOOO SISTER!!!! WASSUP!" Shar rolled his eyes but i rubbed his shoulder.
"Yarro!!!!" I said excitedly "Wassup lil dawg , how it been" he dabbed me up " it was lit" He shifted his stare to Shar and gave a slight smirk "Well, well ,well if it isn't the famous pop smoke. Listen up cabroñe I don't want any beef whichu aight ???" He yelled. "Relax , Yaro i ain't fuckin whichu.... I wouldn't waste my time" he said rolling his eyes , he then gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Yaro yelled "AWW HELL NAWW BITCH" He pulled his baggy jeans up to his his stomach.... All i could do was laugh. He was acting as if he was ready to Begin a boxing match, as for shar he was just standing there with a firm face.
So all his ass did was push Yaro over and with one shove Yaro was on the floor. I laughed as i took his bags out side, Pop gave me a passionate kiss " When we get home we gon start packing aight?" I smiled and nodded my head. He turned back to Yaro and said "GET up motherfucker" and walked out , with Yaro following us behind.
We all got in the car , and at first there was an akward silence so i had to break it. "So Yaro Big J said we have a mission in Utah...." I said. He widened his eyes. "UTAH??? No voy a ir allí !!!!! " He yelled i remembered for some reason he had a fear of the place. "Well , you might have to go there whether you like it or not"
We got back to the hood and Yaro was pretty impressed at all the changes. " Good work holmes" he said patting Shar's shoulder. Bashar was clearly annoyed so he pushed it off. " Whatever bitch" he said rollin his eyes.
"Get yo latino ass inside and we'll explain everything." He said , we all walked in and took our seats.
"This is gonna be a long story brother..." I said.
(So by explainin I'm explainin to you guys too)
Alright, Jamal ,Stanley and Robert were the founder of the Críps yadi yadi yada... We split into smaller groups and you know did our own thing however we were still family.
So after Stanley and Robert' s death , the Flo Y bloods took over their hoods some of the Críps switching sides and some of them getting shot and others coming to us for refuge.
Jamal is old so those pussies think that it would be a great opportunity to take over. That's were i jumped in. I'm the reason all this shit was kept at bay. But my moms wanted me to finish my education , i promised her a good life so i agreed , she deserved it.
The gang was tied up and busy coz only Shar is the closest person to know each of my strategies and tactics. But their numbers game was to bad. One group of bloods is invidading an area my homies are at it , another group is elsewhere.
So the only relieving thing here , is that I'm back so i guess with another brain we can think of better ideas. Things changed both good and fucked up.
Fast forward right now
We were sent to Utah because that's were the source of the Blood's income is there are a number of bases that we need to get rid of and some people we might meet to get help.
We have only a little time to take care of shit so we need the whole gang including Yaro....
"U get it bro?" I asked, ..... There was a silence...
