In The Kutt

Rules To The Game(We Move Militant)

Chapter Five

King was in the back counting his money,happy as hell. But only for a minute. Kirk was finna get on his ass,and he didn't see it comin. King dug in his pocket, took out a few bank rolls,and started to count it. Two thousand eight hundred and twenty five- Aww shit! Yeah I'm definitely eating! Yo I made almost three gs,today! Shit whatever yall niggas eatin, I'm buyin,he said as he pulled out his phone and took pictures with the money and put it on instagram as he hashtagged "DopeLife".

Kirk started to flash out as him and Murda looked at King like he was crazy. How about you buy yourself an ass whuppin,nigga? Didn't I tell you to stay away from around Ace house? That's exactly what I was tryna protect you from. That nigga Bear could've killed you. I always tell you shit for a reason,and you stay not listenin to me,bruh. From now on,stay in the house. Don't go no where. Don't go get no pussy,don't go to no store,no mall,or momma house,unless I drop you off over there,and don't have nobody in the house. You hear me,King? You better be listenin to me,cause if I find out you had them niggas in my house,we gone have a problem. I'm tired of threatenin you,bruh. Maybe I gotta start goin hands on wit you,cause apparently the way I be talkin to you ain't workin,Kirk told him.

King tried to say something back,but couldnt. He stuttered a little bit,tryna figure out what to say. He knew Kirk was pissed at him,so he didn't bother to finish sayin anything.

Murda lit up the half blunt he had rolled earlier on the way to Ace house,as he enjoyed the ride. Mane it's too quiet in this bitch. Like so quiet,it's almost like you lost the fight and you ain't even lose! So what's wrong with yall niggas,sittin here lookin all mad and shit. What you sulking for,Kirk? You went straight savage on that nigga! It was funny watchin him try to stand up while he was gettin hit in the head cause all I heard was "Bink Bink Bink!" Sounded like Mario World sound effects off Nintendo six fo', hahaha! And you,he said turnin around,pointin at King. You just- Fool,you crazy. Niggas out here with yo name all in they mouth,probably plottin to rob yo ass,or rat you out. How you think we knew what you was doin? The hood talks. We tryna keep you from fuckin up while you stackin yo paper up,but you naive, mane. One slip up can get you killed or locked up. You gotta slow down. Me and Kirk know. We grew up doin this shit,so we know it's rules to the game. The players change,but the game remains the same. Especially when it's money involved. What,you thought you was the only nigga who loved money? We ain't in this shit for a long time,mane. Like he said Bear could've killed yo ass without even thinking twice. He tried to kill yo brother too, back in the day. Ask him. Tell him Kirk,Murda said.

Kirk sighed,knowin he didn't want to talk about it. But at the same time,he knew he owed King an explanation of why he told him to stay away from around Ace house. Murda passed the blunt to King,as Kirk decided to tell him the whole story.

Aight,fuck it. I guess I do owe you some answers. But don't get it twisted. I'm still pissed at yo ass,Kirk said as he stopped at a red light. Aight, it's like this. So me and Bear was doin a deal with some outta town niggas after I picked up some work from La Plaga. I think they was from Texas or something cause they was Mexican. So anyway, them outta town niggas say they'll give us a half mil apiece for 20 bricks,pure shit. But Bear got greedy. We finalize the deal,with the money in our hand,then soons I turn around and go back to the car,that nigga started shootin. I ended up takin cover,watching the whole thing. He shot one of em and wounded em,and the one that tried to take the coke yelled at us sayin it was bullshit because we had a deal. Soons he started runnin wit the bag, Bear shot him in the back of the head,made him drop it. The rest of em shot back,ran for the truck and got away. Then when I saw em leave,I put the shit in the trunk,and closed it. Then I turned around again. He put the strap to my face,and robbed me. Took my half of the money and La Plaga's coke,then gone talk about some he could've killed me if it wasn't for you or momma. You was bout thirteen or fourteen when this went down. I told him,next time he pull that strap on me,he better use it,cause that will be the last time I let him do that. You know what he told me? He say naw,I can't do it,right now. Maybe I'll catch you later. He let me keep my life,hopped in the truck,left wit everything. After that I ended up walkin. I ain't seen him in four years,until today. I knew one of his baby mommas had a crib somewhere over there by Ace. That's why I be on you about goin over there. Cause I don't want you over there bruh. As long as he alive, I don't want you over there. You can't trust nobody but me and Murda. Not even that nigga and that girl you hang wit. Just us. We all you got. So if I tell you something,it be for yo own good,I don't just say shit to be sayin it,Kirk said as the light turned green.

Damn,big bruh,if all this is true,why you ain't kill him back there at Ace house,then,King asked.

Cause all of them witnesses,Murda said as he got in on their convo. Then you think Kirk was gone risk catching a body in front of Ace house,makin them laws shut down the block,when we got a trap house in the middle of it? Fuck naw,mane. Ace spot is the new trap spot til we figure something out. Everything good right now,bad but still good. We just gotta re up on the money we lost off Quartz. Everything straight,minus Ace having them niggas bagging and cuttin the shit down from his house. But that ain't even the point so aside from that, that's why we tell you,we got you. And no disrespect but, I know you wanna be out here like us,bruh but this life ain't the life you need. You don't need to be out here,but you wanna be. There is a lot wrong wit tryna be seen. One,too much attention attract the wrong people. We made it this far because we not tryna be seen,we move militant. In silence,nigga. We tryna get rich before we leave up out this bitch. You ain't gotta do shit. If I was you,and my brother was bringing in the bread and shit,all I'd do is keep the house clean,lay around,smoke some blunts and fuck some phat ass and wet pussy. You don't know how easy you have it. So leave this gang and street shit to the big dogs. The Og's. That's us. Yo brother already next in line to run it,so just go to school and shit,bruh. Don't worry bout no money. Yo pockets on full of even if you don't see a dollar in that bitch. If you hungry,and you aint got it,if we eatin, nigga you eatin too. Real niggas eat together. Now gimme my damn blunt back.