Three Deep

It's Goin' down

Later that day Tyrell, Sarrachi, and Quandiasha chilled in front of Sarrachi’s apartment building. Tyrell sobered up a little bit, but was still intoxicated. He sat on the top step with Quandaisha sitting between his legs. Sarrachi leaned against the rail smoking a black. He glanced at his friend and shook his head.

“Man I can’t even believe you did that shit,” Sarrachi said. Tyrell kept his gaze on the ground. He finally realized the damage of his reckless actions.

“Damn man,” he cursed. “I fucked everythin’ up… my P.O gon be in my ass dog.” Sarrachi took a long pull off the black blowing out the smoke.

“I don’t know what to tell ya man.” Sarrachi shrugged.

“What the hell so special bout that trick anyway?” Quandaisha commented. “If you ask me, you shoulda stayed with Meka. Cause that Tiff chick sound like a prissy lil bitch.”

“Daisha shut up.” Sarrachi interrupted. “Ye aint even know what you talkin bout.”

“Yea, Tiff aint been prissy, she been cool as a mug.” Tyrell sighed in disappointment. “I had a stunna dog, and I let her slip through my finga’s.” Sarrachi looked up when he felt a presence. He saw Heavy, one of his distant cousins, accompanied by four other Black Joka’s. Heavy was related to Diamond by blood and claimed the set 5 Stack Joka’s.

“What up cuz?” Heavy greeted, dapping Sarrachi and Tyrell in their gang handshake.

“Coolin’ bruh.”

“Man I heard bout Dia.” Heavy said. He placed his hands in his pockets. “That’s some bull shit.”

“You know it.” Sarrachi replied.

“When ya’ll boys ridin’ out?” Heavy wondered.

“Tonight.”

“Word, word.” Heavy seemed to take a moment in thought. “Man you know I fuck with Dia on the long one. And I aint bout to let that shit slide.” Heavy’s gang members nodded in agreement. “You know who did it?”

“Yeah. Been a lot of them niggas though.” Sarrachi answered. “The whole Trill been involved.” He referred to Murda Mafia set, Trill Murda Tribe, the set Jigga led.

“Bruh just tell me where them boys be at. You know we’ll set some shit off.” Heavy said.

“That’s what we waitin’ on now.” Sarrachi responded. “Once Tank hit me back. We all gon be good to go.”

“Oh Aight.” Heavy nodded, he dapped Sarrachi up. “Shit let me know somethin’ bruh. You got my numba’.”

“Ight dog, I got you.” Sarrachi leaned against the rail and watched his cousin walk away.

“Shit that’s what’s up.” Quandaisha exclaimed. “Heavy ridin’ with ya’ll.”

“Eh… I aint holdin’ my nuts on em.” Sarrachi shrugged. “You know how Heavy be, don’t remember shit.” Quandaisha and Tyrell cracked a smile. “That fool can’t remember the shoes on his feet.” Sarrachi laughed a little bit, but stopped when his phone went off. It was Tank. “Yo. What up cuz?”

“The usual man.” Tank answered. “I got word on the Murda.”

“Tell me somethin’ good dog.”

“Man they got some shit goin’ down in east Tera, at Springdale.” Tank informed.

“Springdale?” Sarrachi raised an eyebrow in question. He knew that was an affluent area where a lot of upper middle class and rich people lived.  “Why the fuck they gon be ova there?”

“The hell if I know.” Tank replied. “If anythin’, bitches. Cause you know them bitches be ova there.” Sarrachi thought over the phone line.

“Man that shit gon be hot… but fuck it,” he said. “I aint waitin’ another day.”

“I feel you.”

“You got any word on that nigga Taz?” Sarrachi wondered.

“Naw dog, I aint hear shit bout the nigga.” Tank stated. “Let me hit some niggas up though. I might find somthin’ out.”

“Word. Just hit me up bruh,” Sarrachi replied.

“I gotcha dog.” Tank added, hanging up.

“So what’s the move? Tyrell asked. He and Quandaisha stared at Sarrachi.
             “The birds flyin’ east.” Sarrachi answered. “They gon be up in Springdale.”

“Springdale?” Quandaisha and Tyrell said at the same time.

 “Rachi, you really tyrnna hit them niggas in Springdale?” Quandaisha looked confused. “The boys be ova there like fat on a ass.”

“I don’t give a fuck about that,” Sarrachi exclaimed.

“Yea dog, fuck the boys,” Tyrell agreed. “We gettin’ them niggas tonight.” He and Sarrachi dapped up; thinking the same thing.

“Ya’ll niggas on that dumb shit again.” Quandaisha commented. She looked up as a car pulled up in front of them. Out of it hopped Trip, Kaya and another black Joka. They all dapped Sarrachi and Tyrell in their gang handshake.

“What’s good with ya’ll?” Trip said. “I know ya’ll boys ready for tonight.”

“You know it.” Sarrachi called back. “We done hatched a plan for Jigga punk ass. All we gotta do now get this nigga Taz.”

“Yo don’t even worry bout that,” Trip remarked. Kaya and the other gang member nodded their heads.

“Leave Khia and Taz to us.” Kaya added. “We got somethin’ for they ass.”

“Hell yea.”

“Shit, that’s what I’m talkin’ bout.” Sarrachi grinned. He extended his hand dapping up everyone up. “I’m finna make a stop real quick, but I’ll catch ya’ll lata. We gon get it in before we make moves dog.  Cause I’m goin’ hard tonight.”