What is Love?

8.

"Ok, so we leave the day after tomorrow, right?" I asked Loco.

"Damn nigga, yes! How many times you want me to tell you that shit? We leave Tuesday, today is Sunday, so we leave the day after tomorrow. Need me to say this shit in spanish?" He responded back.

"Don't play wit ya life, talkin ta me like that." I said rollin up a blunt.

"You ain't gon kill me, you crazy and all, but you ain't that crazy."

"I'm crazy, but yo name Loco."I knew I wasn't gon kill this nigga, he been there since befoe day 1, we built this shit togetha.

"What I don't get is why we gotta stay fa 2 days."

"2 different plugs, nigga." I said takin a pull.

"We really bout to go in business wit some H-town niggas, they ain't liked our asses since Katrina hit. Talkin bout we took they bitches wit these accents. I ain't een got no damn accent!" I barely listened to him go on about this shit, but truth be told Mary had my complete attention.

"Aye! Why when bitches find out you from NOLA they always want you ta say baybeh?" I asked befoe takin anotha hit.

"Ion know that shit so damn annoyin tho, and then I'm from hea so every broad I meet get called baybeh, so eventually they thirsty asses gon hea me say it."

"Why you sound so pissed?"

"I am! Gotta do this meet up wit some H-town niggas on they turf, and then I know it's gon be hella bitches tryna get me to say somethin." He half black and half spanish, so that's why his name Loco and that's why don't nobody give a fuck about him sayin nigga so much.

"It'll be straight. Ignore the broads, and don't say too much to them niggas, and it'll all be good."

"Nigga this yo 4th blunt, you high as hell and ain't really thinkin straight." He said befoe he left out my doe. He da only person otha than my mama, and brotha who know whea I lay my head, ion trust too many.

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Man damn! I been lookin fa some info on Rel, and I can't find a damn thing. The only thang that keep poppin up is some lil stoe, some otha folks twitter, tumblr, and myspace.

This shit is takin too long, I need to call up that nigga GS or SG whateva you wanna call him. The GS stand fa Geek Squad, that nigga the truth wit the computers, but the hood told him that SG sounded more like a street nigga.

I been looking fa this girl fa damn nea a week and ain't found shit! Ya know what? Fuck dis shit she'on wanna be found, then I'm done playin 'Where's Waldo.' Too many broads want me fa me ta be trippin off one female.

Hell made me start trippin off shawty anyway?

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I was sitting at the trap re-countin money, some shit ain't been addin up, and if I don't find my money, niggas ain't gon find body parts.

Maybe I'm just trippin, all that damn focusin on Rel ass got my mind gone, and got me stressed. Let me use this new machine ta count this shit.

Just as I was gettin up, my trap phone rung and the name 'Sour Patch ' flashed across the screen. Damn! what this hoe want? E'er thang on ha stank.

"What?!?!" I answered, upset. If I don't answa ha, she'll blow my shit up and then she'll pop up lata.

"You sound stressed. Lemme come through" she offered. If it was any otha broad, yea, but ha? FUCK NO!

"Nah, I'm good."

"It ain't even gotta be all dat, lemme jus suck." hoe or no?

"Ain't you allergic ta latex? Ok, so get up off my phone, and go find anotha nigga to blow." I said hanging up. Ion know who keep givin dis hoe my trap numba, I get a new one e'er day at 8 a.m., so how da phuck she manage ta call on a daily?