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Day Two . . .
Kilo Drove Through The Neighborhood , And As Usual , Everything Was Running Like It Should Be . He Was Going Visit His Momma . He Hadn't Seen Her In A Minute , So He's Going Check Up On Her . When Kilo Pulled Up In The Parking Lot Of The Projects , There Were Cars Parked Everywhere . Kilo Had No Idea What Was Going On Out There . He Ended Up Parking At Another Apartment Complex Where Yonnie Stay , Which Is Right Around The Block . He Jumped The Fence And Held His Robin Jeans Up As He Made His Way To His Mom's Apartment . As He Passed The Many Unknown Faces , Some Of Them Were Staring At Him , And All He Did Was Stare At Them Back .
What The Fuck They Looking At Me For ? And Great , I Left My Damn Gun In The Car . That's A Good Place For It . He Said .
He Walked Up To The Apartment And Knocked On The Door .
"Who Is It ?" Sunni Yelled From The Other Side Of The Door .
"It's Me , Ma ." Kilo Yelled .
"Hold On ."
Kilo Heard Fumbling And Finally Heard Her Unlocking The Door . When She Opened The Door , She Had On Sunglasses & He Looked At Her Oddly .
"Why You Got Sunglasses On , Ma ?"
"Umm , I Just Came From The Store . Went Pick Up A Few Things For The House , You Know ." She Said .
"Uhhuh , Oh Okay . Ima Believe That For Now . But You Cooked Something ? I'm Hungrier Than A Mu'fucka . "
"Yeah . I Made Your Favorite , Lasagna ."
"Oh Boy . That's Muyan's Favorite Too . Im Bouta Hit Him Up Real Quick ."
"Oh Lawd , No You're Not ."
Kilo Patted His Pants Pocket , And Realized He Left His Phone In The Car .
"Shit , I'm Coming Back . I Left My Phone In The Car ."
"Leave It There ."
Sunni Got The Leftovers Out The Freezer And Placed It On The Counter . Kilo Left Out The Front Door And It Seemed Like The Crowd Outside Got Even Bigger . He Didn't Recognize One Nigga That Stood Out There . They All Were Posted On Their Cars , Drawing People Around Them . Instead Of Walking All The Way Out On The Next Block To His Car , He Decided He Would Just Stop By Muyan . Kilo Made His Way Past The Crowd Of People . They Were Whispering And Mumbling All Type Of Shit .
"Kilo !"
Kilo Looked Around And Saw That Everyone Was Looking At Him . None Of Them Said Shit . They Just Looked . Still Looking , He Locked Eyes With The Man He Was Looking For . Mon Nodded His Head , And Kilo Acknowledge Him With A Head Nod Also . Kilo Looked At The Young Nigga On Side Of Mon , And At His Shoes , And Realized It Was The Same Nigga Who Jacked Him The Day Before . He Made A Mental Note In His Head To Get At Him By Hisself . He Made Sure He Killed The Lil Nigga If He See Him On One Of His Blocks Again . Kilo Bumped Into One Of The Hustlers , And He Instantly Sized Kilo Up . Kilo Stood His Ground As Always . He Wasn't Gone Let No Nigga Play Him In Front Of Other People .
"Watch Where The Fuck You Going , Lil Nigga . You Don't Want My Problems , Nugget ." He Said .
"You Good , Blood . And Same Here . You Don't Want No Problems This Way Either ." Kilo Said .
"Who The Fuck This Muthafucka Think He Is ?" Another Hustler Asked , Pointing At Kilo .
"Leave This Kid Alone , Crusher . That's AJ Senior Son ." Mon Said .

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