"Who gon check me?" Asked Bj. They were on one side of the basketball courts in Ensley. Everybody was afraid that they were going to get crossed by him. So nobody wanted to play.
"Man y'all niggas suck," Bj sighed.
Sooner or later some other people came over to their side of the court.
"Aye," one person said, "U wanna play with us?"
"Who me? Hell yea. I don't wanna play with these sorry niggas," said Bj. "What y'all name?"
"Amon."
"Jojo."
"Cris."
"Carlos."
"Bye muufukas," yelled Bj. He left them all alone on one side of a basketball court, with no basketball.
"Well," said Traderrius, "y'all wanna go chill at my place?"
"Hol up, u got a crib now?" Asked Stephon.
"Yea. But u gon have to act right at my place. I got a lot of biches who don't FUK with crackheads so go take a bath wear sum nice and shut de FUK up!"
"Ight." They all said in harmony.
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DA 6 CRACKHEADS
FantasyThis story is about a group of crackheads who cause havoc in downtown Birmingham and does the best to be rich.
