HAM (Hard As a Muthaf**ka)

Don't Make Us...

Don’t Make Us

                I cocked my head to the side, as Quint stood there, trynna be all Billy Badass an shit. “They let yo bitch ass outta jail, nigga? You shouldda stayed…coz after I do you nigga, you gonna wish you never left,”

                “Nigga all that shit you talkin, wit yo stank breath gonna do me before you ever will. Yous’ a fuck nigga, Quint…the day you get over on me, will be the day I fuckin die, nigga,” I snapped. You could see the hate in that nigga’s eyes as his fists tightened… I was ready for him.

                Then Devin walked up, teetering the odds. I knew Devin was hatin, because I fucked the shit out of his girl Winnie- I can give a fuck less. It aint like that nigga aint putting that dick on her…somebody has to do it. Never send a bitch nigga to do a man’s job. I smirked. “Sup Dev…how’s Winnie, nigga?”

                Devin was the first nigga to nut up- he swung, as I backed out. I threw a punch, hittin that nigga in his throat, and hard. He doubled over, coughin, as Quint rushed me…we fell on the floor, rolling and punching each other, as everyone started to move out the way. Next thing I know, we got hemmed up by security…they tossed us out, as Kantrell and Ross them followed…

                “Yall niggas better get out of here with that fightin before we call the police,” announced the head security dude.

                “Let’s fuckin roll,” I said.

                “You dead, nigga!” shouted Quint.

                “Whatever,” I droned, as we walked to our rides. Security had blocked Quint them from getting their cars and chasin after us, until they were sure we were well out of sight.

                 We pulled away in our rides, headin to the Krystal on Campbellton, where we sat, eatin on they 12-pack sacks and drinkin Milkquakes (milk shakes). Kantrell shook his head. “J, nigga, you crazy- takin on Quint and Devin by yoself?”

                 “Fuck them niggas,” I said. “I don’t even know what the fuck was up wit Quint, and you know Devin still cryin like a bitch because I fuck that nigga’s girl,”

                  Kant let out a giggle. “Nigga you trill…forreal,”

                 “Hey Kant, you get up on that hoe?”

                 “Nigga you know I did!” harped Kantrell, as he took down a Krystal burger. “Imma be all up that bish’s guts,”

                 “Nah what tripped me out was ya boy J, and that one hoe…she had a bad body, but her face wasn’t all that,” said Detrick. I looked at him out the corner of my eye as I sipped on my shake. “Nigga don’t worry bout me! I gets mines- get yours,”

                 All of a sudden, my cell went off…I looked at the number- goddamn Vikeisha. I stepped outside while the others are still inside clownin and shit. “Wassup?”

                 “Where yall went?”

                 I’m stood there with this fucked up look on my face, coz 1)- bish, you don’t ask me where the fuck I went or am, like I’m supposed to answer to you. I aint even smashed the pussy, and already you trynna claim the dick. I fuckin swear, niggas kill me…and 2)- if I wanted you to know where I was I would’ve called or text you bitch. I aintcha muh fuckin boo, so you can get that shit outcha muh fuckin cranium, ya bobble-head bitch.