Rico's Story |Part 1-3|

Rest in peace Speaker Knockerz. Gone but never forgotten. <3 This is based off his three songs Rico's Story. Link's will be down below. Enjoy.This is my first time every doing this 

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Rico

"Let's go rob a bank Tisha." I said standing up from off her couch. I'd been grinding for months now and I was getting impatient. Mama kicked my ass out months ago when she found out I got her pregnant so I'd been staying at her crib for awhile. "Alright boo." She said and stood up from off the couch. Baby girl was down for anything. Once we got in the car, she filled the gas tank and pulled up to the side of the Comerica Bank. I got out the car, my heart beating fast. "Baby I'm gone stay inside." Tisha said. Something told me she was gone back out. I quickly put my black ski mask on and loaded the 4'4 I had ready, filled with fresh bullets. Saying a quick prayed, I sprinted toward the door and opened it. Soon as I walked in, niggas start screaming. I wasn't worried bout' hurting nobody though. "Aye don't nobody move, just give me all the money and we good." I yelled. I ran up to the teller, flashing the gun in her face. "Don't try no funny shit, cause I won't hesitate to shoot up this bitch." I threatened. I threw the large black duffel bag over the counter. She quickly emptied out everything giving me what looked to be over a 100k. Lord knows what I'm gone do with this. Walking backwards, I threw the bag over my shoulders and ran out to where the car was..But that bitch was gone. Cop cars surrounded me. "Hands behind your back, spread your feet sir." A officer yelled. I turned around and realized it was Tisha. Damn.

Three weeks later

"Locked up and my bond a million." I stated doing countless push ups on the ground. My cell mate, Pedro from Brazil asked me how I ended up in jail. "I got connects, can probably get you out." He said. I ain't have no money so some shit like this would be great. About a week later Pedro end up paying my bond and I was back out in the hood. I'm starting to move some bricks and money coming through. I end up going back to go visit Pedro, he say he getting out soon and that I got to loan him a couple keys. I was down with it. The nigga was my homie. After leaving the jail, I hopped back in my car. Before I could even hit the freeway I was pulled over. The officer took her time coming over here. I rolled down my window. "What?" I asked making sure to hide the gun that had stuck out from under my seat. "Sir you failed to stop." The officer went on. As I looked closer, I realized it was Tisha. I reached under the seat and grabbed the chopper shooting her in the head. She set me up, that's what her snitch ass get. 

Damn, Poor Rico.

My heart sped up as I sped down to my apartment. Once I got home, I turned on the television. The news was on. It'd been around 6. My mugshot popped up on the news. It just got through to me that I killed a cop. A nigga been running low on money, so I called up a couple people and back selling rocks. I'm not going nowhere without my guns now. You don't know what kind of shit could go down. Before I could leave my apartment Pedro called my phone. "Aye, I'm out or prison..What's the move?" Pedro asked down for whatever. "Nigga you don't see me on the news?" I yelled through the phone grabbing my duffel bag filled with cash, rocks, guns, everything. A nigga was confused. "Nigga chill, I'm gone fly you out to Brazil and everything gone be good." Pedro offered. "You tryna get me killed huh?" I asked getting back inside my car. "Rico just come, you got a couple mill'." He said. I couldn't turn down that deal.

Later on, I got onto my flight and met some bitch name Nicki. "Aye I be selling drugs, I be making ig cash." She bragged. This hoe was hella bad. "What's up baby? I'm the plug." I said. We end up taking through out most of the flight. Once we landed in Brazil, she ain't have no ride so I dropped her fine ass off. We pulled up to the trap and she walked inside and right before I could get out cop cars surrounded me. I shook my head grabbing my chopper and shooting wildly. Bullets grazed me, but it didn't stop me from shooting. Running to the back of the trap house, I sprinted towards Pedro's house. Beating on his door, he quickly answered it. My open wounds starting to sting, I leaned against the door. Over 10,000 dollar bounty's on me now. Pedro ran outside staring at my now stained white shirt that was covered in blood. "Nigga what the fuck happened to you?" Pedro said  staring at me. Cops had been off me, so they wouldn't find me here. I screamed in pain, it was getting worse. "I went fuck-fucking savage, pulled o-out the chopper and start killing niggas." I said sitting on the porch steps. "How are you still alive?" Pedro asked pacing back and forth. "Bro, I don't even know but I'm gone be alright." I said, this wasn't my first time getting shot. "Aye, you know a bitch name Nicki?" He asked.

"Hold up, I know a bitch named Nicki." I said getting angry at the fact they she caused the police to come after me. She had to be an undercover cop or some shit. "Hold up Rico, I'm coming back." Pedro said going back inside his house. The screen door slammed shut. Taking my phone at my pocket, my phone was blowing up. Hearing Pedro come back out, all I heard was a loud bullet sound and I was out.

 A wave of violence in Brazil this week. We have new developments of a man who was shot in the head. He was shot in the head, he is critical condition this morning.

Rico can't move, Rico can't talk. The doctor said he might not even be able to walk. One bullet in his head, five in his back. The doctors ran a check and he was high off crack. Pedro out the country, he watchin' the news. He thought Rico was tryna' play him like a fool. See Pedro though Poor Rico was the fuckin' feds. So Pedro shot that nigga in the fucking head. When Pedro was in jail he met a agent. It was Nicki. She started interrogating. Pedro was silent, Nicki no patience. Nicki said "alright" aint seen him a day since. Pedro can't fucking sleep. He said "fuck it." Booked a flight and then grabed his keys. Grabbed his suitcase, hunnid dolla bills. Made some phone calls, shit bout' to get real.

Rico

|Several weeks later|

A nigga feeling good now. I can't wait to go back to the hood so I can start moving bricks again. "Aye I'm leaving." I said getting up from off the bed. "No you not, you bout' to go to jail for killing a cop." The doctor explained. Realizing I was hand-cuffed to the bed. Damn.

Now I'm in the back of a fucking cop car. Lord only knows how many years I'm bout to get. I just start crying, I ain't going back. I'm not getting out. I can't think straight. I'm bout' to go crazy. I'm losing my fucking mind. Damn. 

Now I'm in the court house, judge sentenced me to Death. I just start crying even more. The judge ain't have no patience. She called the escorts and my ass was thrown into a jail us. 30 other niggas on the jail bus. As we rode down the bridge on the jail bus hole' bunch of cars surround the jail bus. I looked around, hearing gun shots and explosions. Shit was about to go down. Next thing I know, my handcuffs are cracked opened. I turned around and realized it was Pedro. Pedro got strapped up and I laid low watching shit pop off. Realizing the Swat arrived bullets began flying and niggas start dying. Nicki got her fucking face blown an shit. I got out the bus, being handed a gun. I just start shooting cops, saying prayers and shit. I ain't even care no more. 

Too many guns was being fired, Rico and Pedro got lit.

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The end.  Rest in peace Knock! You'll always be in my heart. Heaven couldn't wait on you. Such a talented boy. Only 19. 

Too many young teens/adults and dying today. :(

Y'all always gone be in my prayers.