In The Kutt

Deja Vu

Chapter Three

Kirk and Murda rode through their neighborhood,admirin everything in sight. The hustlers were hustlin,the dealers were dealin,and the old men sat around on crates in the shade,drinking their liquor. It even had a few fine ass females walking down the street in groups showin off and strutting their stuff as niggas on the block catcalled them.

As Kirk drove by em,Murda barked at a few females and stared at them like a piece of meat, tellin Kirk what he'd do if he had all the women in the world. Arf arf arf arf! Mob life! Mob life! Damn son..if I had every bitch in the world,I'd be fuckin every night,and never run outta pussy. And every kid I have,I'd make you the god daddy of all my chern cause boooy these hoes out here lookin fine as fuck. Aye twelfth street ain't got no hoes like this,nigga,foreal. If it ever came down to which hood got the best hoes,hands down it's the motherfuckin twenty third! Them twelfth street niggas be the bitches while the bitches be the niggas. You know what that's called,Kirk? Role reversals,nigga. They ain't got shit on us. Hoes out there walkin down the street in the twelve, lookin like lady boys and smelling like corn chips,while wearin too much makeup and shit. Like nigga you ain't finna get me,you ain't fooling me,I see that Adams apple on yo throat bruh. Today's niggas just gay,and this new generation got a feet fetish too. I don't see how anybody right in their mind,could be attracted to feet. Coochie and titties are two things but feet? Hell naw! They be like:"take a picture of your feet and send it to me". I bet if you go down 12 right now,it'll be ten niggas wearin skinny jeans wit a tight ass t shirts and a couple of man purses strapped across em,standin on the corner hugged up wit each other. Like.. you mean to tell me you gay without telling me you gay? And what straight nigga you know wear finger nail polish? I don't know why we was even beefin wit them niggas anyway til what we heard bout Jody. I feel like everybody in the twelve on the DL, including Dave,and I can't beef wit no niggas that call they self a man,but dress and act like faggots. Them boys ain't right in the head out there. Smokin that sherm and K2 on the daily got they minds all messed up. Before I ever be gay, I rather get me a big girl who don't have no nail on her pinky toe,wit extra black ass ashy elbows,as long as she can cook. I ain't gone complain. I'll shatter my own spine tryna put dick in that woo woo wappa lappa aquifina waterfall ass coochie. Them big girls not only in style during tax season,but all year round! And when winter hit,we can use they thighs as ear muffs to keep our ears warm. I love all forms of women,but I swear to God I'll let a big girl sit on my face,give me a whiplash, and break my neck. If they fuck wit me and snap my shit, I'll be the only nigga in the Grove to bring neck braces back in style. I ain't makin this shit up bruh. You know me,I might lie for some ass,when it comes to a bitch,but I'm a real nigga. I keep it real! Don't even get me started on them bitches from the rich side of the town. There's a problem wit some of em. They want hood niggas but don't know how to feed their man,stay eatin out,wasting money,and when them blue lights come on and the laws get behind em,they get to snitching and shit. This life ain't for everybody,and they don't understand that cause they hate stable niggas. They don't want em for nothin but the bread. They'll even beat a nigga ass cause Havin yo life together is some soft shit,and I say this cause if you got yo shit together when you cross paths and start dating a rich girl,soons you tell them no,they think they can put they hands on you and face no consequences, cause they got long money. Like how you beat niggas, got money,and don't even be fine,all while having the nerve to be all stuck up and privileged and shit,and you can't even cook? Boy them rich hoes got too much time on they hands,foreal. But me being me,if I dated a rich girl,and she feel like she got the right to put her hands on me,then I'mma give her ass a equal left too. I love crazy women,but only if she can match my energy. If she wasn't crazy before I met her then she not crazy enough for me. Like see Draya? She was crazy when I met her,and she still is so that means she able to match my energy. I wasn't gone tell nobody,but last year,she slapped the dog shit outta me cause I took a shrimp off her plate. I ain't even think about hitting her at the time,cause soons that slap connected,I was horny and turned on,and my face was tingling at the same time. That's why I kept her around. I'mma marry her one day,mane,and you gone be my best man.