A Thug's Family ( Editing )

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Lena in the media.

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"What the fuck yo.' Malik yelled from behind a truck. The bullets continued to fly all around his head causin' him to duck lower. Zyir seemed calm 'bout the whole situation, he suspected this and was ready to retaliate as soon as the bullets dial down. Malik began to feel pain in his lower back but that didn't stop him from wantin' to get his hands a Lil dirty.

"Aye, ima go over there where the shootin' comin' from. Stay your eager ass here, you not in full condition to be duckin' and shit." Zyir told Malik. He smacked his teeth.

"Shut the fuck up. I ain't stayin' here Nigga I'm not strapped anybody could just come up and shot me. You said it yourself in not in a good condition ta be runnin' from no damn bullet. You got me fucked up!" Malik lied, he didn't want to stay behind like a pussy while Zyir go and have all the fun, he lived for this shit.

"I'm not askin' Nigga, stay here." And with that Zyir left Malik by his self. Zyir knew Malik was lying 'bout the whole not bein' strapped thing cause that Nigga always strapped he knew he was just sayin' shit so he could come but Zyir wasn't havin' that.

Zyir hid behind a car to see who was shootin' but he ain't see nobody. He got up from his spot and walked towards a black van. The doors came open four figures got out. One of the figures looked like a female, he could tell by the way her body was shaped.

"Don't come no closer Nigga." One spoke up. Zyir smirked as he stopped dead in his track. He waited for one of them to speak but seein' that nobody did, he decided to say something.

"What you want Ivy?" Zyir asked catchin' her off guard. Ivy didn't show no facial expression, she didn't want him to know that it really was her. She wondered how he figured out that she was here, but that was another story for another day.

"Yo who told you to speak!" Somebody barked at him. Zyir chuckled at his confidence. He found them to be funny, they really think they the shit he thought. He watched as their eyes darted behind him and one of them gave a Lil wink, as to signal somebody behind him.

Zy, turned around so quickly and ducked so fast that the bullet missed him, and hit Ivy. As if on que, Malik came up behind the men and put him in a choke hold while holdin' a gun to his head. He nodded to Zy and he turned back around to face them.

"Who sent y'all?" Zyir asked, this time holdin' a gun in both his hands. You could never be too prepared in this kind of business he was in. They ignored his question and tried to tend to Ivy's gun wound. Zyir got to impatient with them, obviously his words didn't mean shit to them. He wasn't gon' waste his breath on them, he was just gon' let his pistol speak for him.

He walked over to where Malik was holdin' the man and shot him right in the middle of his head. Blood and guts got all over Malik causin' his to drop the man.

"Yo Z, what the fuck my Nigga. I just brought this shit, awe man this Nigga brains and shit all on my custom made kicks. On my fuckin' face!" Malik yelled in anger. He was 38hot, Zyir could of told him to drop the nigga before he hot him or somethin' this shit wasn't cool.

"Shut up man. Chill." Zyir told him, basically demanded him to. Malik said fuck this shit and started shootin' every Nigga in sight. He didn't give a fuck no more, if you got shot then that was your business. He went all the way in forgettin' all 'bout his back pain, this shit right here was a stress remover for him.