To be the baddest in the game you had to have a loyal team behind you of niggas and bitches you know would go for you no matter if it cost them their lives.
My gang was the most ruthless but at the end of the day we were each other's family. When me an Angie first started out we were all we had and i trusted the gang, but if it came down to it she's the only one i would trust out of everyone. I walk into the Barbershop and beauty salon i owned. Walking in i was greeted by BigBoy he was a fat little fuck with a smart mouth, but he had a heart full of gold and would never let a nigga cross me.
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"Hey sexy chocolate" big boy said to me while lickin his lips. I laughed and then dapped him up. " you better stop playing before yo baby mama come up here and embarrass you again" by now I'm clutching my stomach laughing at the memory. I continue to talk about the situation stating " she had your little fat ass running down the street like the last Twinkie was about to be bought at the hood store." Big boy just standing there now mean mugging me looking real salty. I walk pass him while shrugging like I'm just trying to warn your little crusty ass.
As i walk down the stairs towards the basement i lay my hands on the wall making contact with a secret panel that scans my hand print to allow me access.
The shop made good business, but the real money and business was ran right in the walls of the basement. A couple hidden rooms that couldn't be discovered by the best detectives.
Walking in I'm greeted with nothing, but head nods and respect. I refused to let anyone who worked with me disrespect me. I walked pass the workers weighing and packaging the product. I see Trigga standing and waving his glock waiting on someone to step out of line.
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Trigga was a dude i would always consider family because if he even get the vibe that a dude or bitch lookin at me funny or trying to be grimey he ready to go and correct some shit off top. He was a short little guy with muscles, head full of hair and tatted from neck to his pinky toe. He always had to be dressed fresh to go out. I didn't have time to joke around with him though so i nodded and made my way towards my office. As i walked in i noticed some of the gang sitting an waiting on the meeting to start. Ghost was the quietest one of us all, but he was the dude you needed to watch cause at any moment he could snap.
