ILWMH [DISCONTINUED]

Ruthless Memories

*R e n*
I heard a dope beat somebody told me "that Buck did it."
But if Dre didn't do it I can't fuck with it
NWA is like a mix a fix a trix
Real niggas with big dicks
You're takin' a chance when you think that
Talkin' under your breath won't lead to young death
Fuckin' up shit and shit for the killin'
For a nigga labled as bein' - A mothafuckin' Villain
But you don't know me, a record can't tell ya
How so many prayed I'd be a mothafuckin' faliure
Real niggas gotta have top rankin'
I hooked up with 3 more niggas and started makin' -
Funky-ass shit for your system
Might sound nice so it makes you wanna listen to a
Sample of a ruthless organization
But you don't want the confrontation
Real niggas don't play -
Yella, Eazy, Me and the nigga nigga Dre
Yo, alwayz makin' sure that my shit is steady bumpin'
A nigga always into somethin'

I finished the my first verse of Alwayz Into Somethin'. I got out the booth to hear Eric and Dre arguing over beats.

Yella, he was in the chair staring off into space. "Ren, does this beat sound good or what," Eric asked. I hate when they put me in the middle of their petty arguments.

"To be honest that shit sounds dope," I replied honestly. Eric stood up in victory.

"Fuck you, Ren," Dre spat.

Eric was on the phone with his new girlfriend Rayanne. They have been together for two weeks and she already has him whipped. I shook my head as I wrote the lyrics to another song in my notebook.

Just before I could finish the last verse, memories started flooding my head of Shanya and I.

"Lorenzo, let's go to the store. I need me a bag of chips," she said flipping her bangs.

"Alright, Shay Shay, let's go," I said putting on my black bucket hat.

"Boy, who do you think you are, LL Cool J, or something?," she retorted.

"And, who do you think you are with those nasty looking feather bangs, Salt n' Pepa?"

"That's a group, stupid," she said in a duh tone.

"You must be salt, cuz' you're so damn light skinned," I shot back. We finally made it around the corner to the store.

Shanya got her a bag of Lay's and I got a bag of Dorito's. "Aye, let's play truth or dare," I offered as we walked around the store.

"Truth or Dare?," she questioned.

"Truth," I picked.

"Is it true Larisha sucked your dick in the Janitor's closet?," she asked.

I had my share of women in high school so, I bagged any chick I wanted.

"Hell yeah," I answered honestly.

"Ugh, really?! She is such a hoe. She was bitch who did the whole crew."

"Why are you so worried, tho," I wondered.

"Never mind, just ask me," she demanded being agitated.

"Truth or D-"

"Dare, nigga," she picked.

"I dare you to steal a 40 oz.," I dared.

"Why me??!," she complained.

" 'Cuz, you picked Dare, Shay," I explained.

She rolled her eyes. "Gimme, your jacket.."

I sighed taking off my Raider's starter jacket. She put it on and tossed me her chips.

"Pay for my chips, punk."

I gave the cashier two dollars as I saw Shanya walking out the door with slight bulge in her jacket. I grabbed our stuff and walked normally out the door. When I was outside, I took off running with Shanya.

"Ren! Get your ass in the booth, man,"Dre said irritated.

"He was probably dreaming of Shanya's ass," Eric retorted......