"This nigga must think I'm a hoe This nigga must think I'm a bitch I'm a hawk that man down when I see him"
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He should've known something was gon' happen eventually.
After he popped the nigga that shot Durk, Von was aimin' to take out whoever put out the hit, take care of the source so that these goofy ass niggas know not to fuck with what's his.
He was almost done(his guys are tired and Von knows they ready to stop, he's ready to stop), he could've just let it go, went back to the hospital and took his shorty home— handled the rest another time — but he's learned the hard way about unfinished business.
Von isn't the only nigga who's lost somebody important and he has a lot of blood on his hands. If you don't want shit to come back and bite you in the ass you gotta take out everybody involved.
Do it completely or not at all.
Maybe if he wasn't so fuckin' sleepy—
The wall next to his head cracks as a bullet pierces the concrete. The neighborhood they're in is mostly abandoned, made up of burned up houses and half demolished apartment buildings.
Von hasn't been this far south in a while, it's not his hood and it's crawlin' with fuckin' rats, but Killian's brother is the one who shot up the parking garage and got his stupid ass put in the ground.
Both brothers are (were) part of the GD's and Killan somehow thought that if he didn't say anything they wouldn't find out, goofy ass nigga, it got him and his brother killed anyway and it led Von all the way to Duck's doorstep.
Normally he'd just put a hit out on this ugly, fat bitch and settle it that way(he's too busy to deal with shit like this himself) but this time it's personal.
Duck's head done got way too fuckin' big if he think's he can do some shit like this and just chill, like Von won't tear apart everything that nigga care about.
He thought losing his cousin hurt? Well shit is about to get fuckin' worse especially because the nigga just won't shut the fuck up.
"Come on now, V. Roy," He laughs from somewhere in a crumbling building. "I know you not mad about what happened to Durk, the nigga didn't even die, fuck is you so wound up about?"
Across the street gunfire is constant, Duck had a good amount of niggas with him when they pulled up and they scattered like roaches when they realized not only who was gettin' out the car, but just how many people were pulling up.
(He already knew he had to come deep, Von isn't fuckin' stupid and he's well aware that Duck hides behind his numbers)
There's a shuffling to his right and Von turns his head to see Polo making his way toward him, it's dark but his silhouette is backlit by the street lights, unmissable.
