Momma always said it's not what's on the outside, it's the inside that counts. Now I'm finally believing that shit the hard way...
-- Dre
Never in a million and one years did I think I would have low life motherfuckas in Bond Richmond clowning me. Never. But how can I blame 'em? If the shoe was on the other foot I'd be clowning my damn self. I'm out here looking like a fucking fool from one of those teenage don't-drink commercials with crutches under my fucking arms.
"Gotdamn Dre! Big Jr fucked yo' ass up! I wouldn't even come out the house wit' my shit like that," Mayday, a dike any dumb bitch could confuse for a nigga hollered in laughter.
I ignored her ass just like I ignored everybody else and kept my chin held high as I scanned the park for the lil nigga that snatched my shit. I wasn't about to walk away with my tail tucked between my legs for nobody, especially not for a punk ass youngin'.
"I'd rather be shot in the leg den to walk 'round with that."
"I probably would've killed myself. Ain't no turning around on that shit. 'Know he ain't gettin no mo' pussy after this shit."
"Big Jr play with niggas lives they some action figures."
Comment after comment. You would've thought I was a post on a social network instead of a real nigga -- despite what this tattoo say I know what I am and Im'a prove it when I find that lil nigga 'cause I'm Dre. I'm still that nigga. Get that shit straight.
It must've been a little luck on my side because I spotted the nappy headed bastard over at the table Misty, Griff's retarded baby momma, and her gay ass brother was sitting still laughing they ass off. As everybody continued to add their input in about my forced new art work I watched in anticipation as Misty's brother handed the boy a crisp bill that looked like a five dollar bill in my 20/20 vision.
Did this nigga just...
"Boy, you earned that shit," he laughed before his blue contacted eyes landed on me coming towards him. "Oh, shit."
Misty noticed her brother's change of attitude, but before she had a chance to ask what was wrong I had her brother's tight ass shirt balled up in a fist.
"Nigga you set me up?" I hollered in his Vaseline greased face.
"Set you up?" he shook his head, "Nah, I didn't set you up, man. I ain't no snitch!"
I frown at this nigga like, what?, until I realize he's talking about the tat on my head. I shook him. "Bitch, I'm talking about the hat! You tol' ol dude to snatch my hat?"
"What the fuck is wrong with you thinking you can hop yo' ass ova here and manhandle my brudda like that?" Misty yell, getting up from her seat before pushing me. The shit was so powerful I almost lose balance, but I keep my hold on his tight ass shirt.
I glare at the slow bitch, "You better be glad--"
"Or what?" Griff challenge me, stepping up from the crowd gathering around us. "Nigga you ain't gon touch my girl."
"Yo bitch better keep her hands off me," I tell him.
She frown. "Bitch? Nigga I know you ain't talking to me when you the with the fucking title on yo head, ol BITCH NIGGA!"
As oohs and damns erupt from around us, I drop her brother on his ass. This short bus riding bitch gon learn how to watch her mouth. I never been the type of nigga to let a female talk reckless to me -- especially in front of a crowd of motherfuckas. As I make my way to her I'm saying "What the fuck you said?" before I feel a fist full of hard ass knuckles connect with my left eye so hard I see stars and tweedle dee and dumb before my back hit the concrete with a loud swoosh!
Next thing I hear is everybody going wild.
"OOH SHIT!!"
"DAMNNN!!"
"SHIEET!!"
I'm damn near in a daze as I see though my good right eye Griff stand over me. "Nigga I told you you wasn't gon touch my girl."
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damn I feel so sorry for Dre...
SIKE!!
lol thanks for reading!
