Changin Tha Game

"My Nigga, this profit is way too low. This ain't equal to the amount you were given. If this happens again, imma have the 'Members' take you out. Got it? Good. Now get him out my face fo I shoot him in it."  That ain't how we operate here.

"The fuck ya'll looking at! I ain't fuckin playin. Get to it." Shit, I don't know if it was my features or my attitude, but these niggas was scared shitless of me. 

"Aye, wat it do my nigga!" The homie Q walked in. This nigga is stupid. He trappiin for reasons I don't understand why. He single and livin it. 

"Nun much. Had to deal wit a nigga who ain't doin work."

"Where his ass at! Imma fuck him up."

"Damn nigga calm down. He being punished right now. And if it happen again, the 'Members' gon handle it." The 'Members'were some cold muthafuckas. They didn't care what they had to do, as long as it resulted as them gettin paid. 

"Aye, you wanna roll wit me. I gotta get Kim from the hair salon."

"Shit. I ain't doing nothing." 

"Aite word. Rico, Jurõ. Watch em. If you catch 'em slipin', ya'll kno wat to do." These were two mean ass mexican dudes, They both looked like they took steroids. Jurõ was missing a muthafuckin eye. We was about to jump in the Rover when Drip(Weird ass nickname I know but if you knew his life you would know why) flagged us down.

"Aye! Yall just gon leave a nigga?"

"Nawl, we ain't know you was here."

"I would've left you, just so I gotta hear yall crazy asses."

"I got shotgun!"

"Fuck you I was here before you."

"Wha-wah nigga." 

"Hurry up or I'm leaving both ya asses." They finally stoop bitchin and got in the car.

♪ If you ain't talkin money I don't wanna talk(I'll call you back)

You can tell I got that Stack by the  way I walk

I'm the shit, Face it(Face it!)

You niggas basic bought a half of peta

Smokin a pint of purple to chase it ♪

"This nigga slaw." said Drip

"Nigga, I almost knocked you up side yo head."

"My nigga, I know we cool and all, but Imma go wit Blac on this." Yep that's what they call me. Not cause I'm black as shit. It's for reasons you dont need to know about.

"Wateva nigga."

"Drip, get yo ass in the back."

"Damn. Well hello to you to Kim. You ain't even goin say hay to a nigga?"

"Hey Q."

"That's cruel."

"Haha! She like me more den you."

"Fuck off."

"Hey, Blac." i leaned in and kissed her. 

"Kim, what the fuc they even do to your hair? Wash dem bugs?"

"Aye, watch dat shit. Or yo ass gon be walkin to Club Allure. But seriously, wat did they do?"

"Nigga! I been tellin you for weeks what they were doing. I got highlights."

"Awll. Well. Shit." We drove talkin bout her hair, the club, and how Kim was gon end up Shooting Drip. 

"Aite niggas get out."

"Aite nigga. That stripper with one big titty better be in dere. She owe me a slap across my dick."

"I'm sorry I heard dat. Aite blac. Bye Kim."

"Bye Q. Tell Drip to do something with his life."

"Ion know if I can do that."

We pulled off and headed towards the crib. 

"I can't believe you didn't notice my hair." She poutin?

"I'm Sorry. I ain't no fashionista. Ya hair looks nice."

"Thank you."

We got home and I was ready to chill. I took my shirt off.  Left all my accesories on and fell on my bed. the wind rush felt. Kim came in dere and climbed on top of me. 

'Why you climb yo short ass on top of me?" 

"Bang!" She pointed her fingers at me in one of those kidde finger guns.

"Here use this." I handed my silver desert eagle.

"It ain't loaded. Pull the trigger as much as you want."

"Even in the chamber?"

"i aint stupid. I  know how to unload a gun."

She looked at me like I was crazy. 

"how bussiness going?"

"I had to set a nigga straight today. He ain't gon mess up no more. The 'Members' watchin him." I felt her shiver a lil bit.

"What's wrong? You cold?"

"No. The mention of the 'Members' just scares me.''

"Don't worry. They ain't gon touch me. I supply they paychecks." She laid down her head on my chest and we fell asleep.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!'' I woke up. I lightly moved Kim and grabbed my revolvers with the long ass noses and walked cautiously upfront. 

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" It was my door. It's fucking 3 a.m. I looked at the security feed and it was Drip. I opened the door for his retarded ass. I point one of the revolvers at  him. 

"Aye get that shit out my face!"

"You do realize I almost shot you ass, right ?"

"I can clearly see the gun inbetween my eyes."

"The fuck you want?''

"I came to tell you, that Me and Q had an idea.''

"Well, I dont respond to well to ideas when I ain't had no sleep." I clicked a bullet into place.

"Aite. Aite. You go back to sleep and We'll tell you when you get some free time. '

"I shut the door in his face. He came to tell me an idea, At 3:30. Dumb ass. I went into my room and put the guns up. I laid back down and scooted back over. Ahh sleep, i welcome you once again.

I woke up and kim was already dressed. She Had on a white t-shirt, short overalls, and some small combat boots. I got my lazy ass up and showered. I put on my white Chicago bulls illuminati shirt, white long cargo shorts, long white nike socks, low red/white forces, my white/red Chicago Bulls illuminati snapback, and a white puka shell necklace. 

"Leggo girl."

"Where we goin?"

'First we going to the Factory to see what Drip and Jay want then when gon be a lil romantic."

"Sounds like a good day." We hopped in the Camaro and peeled off.

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New series! How you sexy readers Doing? THis book will be entirely written by me. This story wil be on Blac, Q, Kim, Drip, and others. Vote, Fan, Comment, and all that Jazz.

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