Thug Love (Tyga Love Story)

Loving Family

*Ok. Im changing Justin's age to 4 years old instead of 2.*

~ Picture of LoLo and Brad ~

2 Weeks Later...

Janae's POV

Since the night at the club, me and Michael have gotten closer. We always hang out and chilling with the crew. He be flirting with me too. Nigga, think he got game.

The crew and I are just at my house chilling except for Kendrick. He at the trap doing some research on these niggas that just moved here.

I'm sitting mext to Michael with Justin in my lap. He fits right in with the crew and he loves the crew especially Chris. Chris changed my little boy in a playa.

"Chris, why the freak of nature did you change my little boy into a feaking playa. Little nigga got a gf and he 4! Atleast wait fo his ass to turn 5!" I said. Everyone started laughing.

"Its my job to turn young nigga's to be the realist nigga." He said popping his collar. I gave him a -_- look.

"Nigga, you ain't the realist nigga. If anyone is being called the realist nigga, its me." I said.

"No you ain't! It me boo boo." Cookie said. 

"Cookie, shut up and sit back. Everyone know the realist nigga is me." Honey said. Michael looked at her like really. 

"Listen Mrs. Wu, you can shut up and make us some shrimp fried rice cause we all know that the realist nigga is this nigga right here." He said doing a little dance in his seat.

"Nigga please! Yo Jackie Chan ass needs to go somewhere with that. Blu the realist nigga alive and always will be! Unlike y'all other niggas" Blu said putting up our gang sign. 

Trell slapped her hand down. "Shut that shit up Blu! Ain't no realist nigga have blue hair. I'm the realist on in here! Shit, I be doing most of the work!" He said. We all lokked ast him and we started arguing who the realist.

"Shut up!! Im the realist nigga in here! Shoot, so freaking loud! Niggas trying to sleep in thid bitch!" Justin screamed. Everyone looked at him.

"What did yo ass just say?" I asked looking at him. He smiled sheepishly and ran off my lap and upstairs. I'll let him say nigga but any other curse word is NOT allowed up in this house.

"He so lucky I ain't have my belt on. Shit, I would have popped him." I said shaking my head.

"Don't beat the nigga. He be getting that shit from you." Cookie said opening a bag of Hot Cheetos. I grabbed that bag and started eating some. She looked at me crazy.

"You must not value yo life! Nigga, don't make me cut you!" She said.

"Don't make me take Janisha out. She itching to come out again cause SOMEBODY had to tick her off." I said looking at Chris. He raised his hands in surrender. 

Some newbie stole some money and weed from us and had the nerve to lie in my face. I let Janisha and lets just say, that nigga ain't with us if you catching what Im throwing at ya.

"I'm sorry! She started cursing me out and I don't take that shit so I told her ass off." He said.

"And you still end up getting cut!" Honey said laughing. I busted out laughing.

"I didn't know she had a knife!" He exclaimed laughing.

"Nigga, I always have weapons on me. Tell me one time I didn't have a weapon on me?" I asked crossing my arms and sittting back on the couch.

"The night we all went to the club like 2 weeks ago." He said smartly.

"Thats when your wrong. I had a swiss army knife in my pocket and had my kife in my bra." I said.