The Hustler Nip being raised by his mother missed his older brother Sam. At the age of thirteen, Nip was sent to join Sam with their Grandmother. Things were happy for Nip and Sam until their tribe back home was revealed to the hood boys and things...
Nip like riding with his music blasting. He respected his passion. Who knew this niggah could hum that this. Sending goosebumps all up and down her spine. She thought she was just crushing. No Bigley but while getting that lift to her crib, he tore her poor lil achy breaky heart. Damn he smelled good. She sat quiet because she felt his sternness. He is very manly. Not really comfortable around her. He felt he was trespassing due to Fly Mac. A niggah he rather not have to deal with. They not talking as his own non- released track was being introduced to her? See, she gone always blame Nip for enticing her from the get go. He gone always blame her for stalking him. They both just planted that unsteady memory of each other through what he calls his passion, that was his music. She gone respect his passion and so is Fly Mac
"What's the name of that tune?" She asked her voice cracking.
"Respect Ya Passion" he answered and put it all the way up on the volume ( niggah are you crazy) of course she waving both hands back and forth and tears flowing as she choked up
"Im neva eva gone forget this tune. It's sort of stuck in my entire being. I think I just be hypnotized by you. You could have just opened up some act right. Fly Mac gone open up a can of whoop ass if he see me in this whip. Shit , but that tune is overwhelmingly beautiful. Why Fly Mac stop fucking with you? Like wait about some money? Did you actually quit or something? Y'all couldn't decide on what to call yall record label I think he was saying you were holding grudges against him. He really saids he hates your gloating about shit nowadays. Plus my uncle says you hard to get along with. Like he still got your back until he gives the word"
"Fuck both of them" he tuned her ass out too cause he loves his humming. Reminds him of the days he thought he would not be a rapper but would sing R&B instead. Just think of all the bad ass rap lyrics the world would've missed if he had done that.
She got out her blunt papers and got out her thirty and began to pinch som to get lit. He did not say nothing. He already saw her tears. She trying to make a niggah fold. Nip too hard for that weak ass shit.
"What yo depression meds wearing off. Let a niggah know cause I don't want no damn stiletto crowin me on the top of my dome. You full of surprises. You right, if yo niggah want the quick hands he can get him. Without a gun, I will stomp a mud hole in his fucktard ass. Trust and believe. See my bruised knuckles? I fight like a mutha. He shoots like a mutha this err body know him fuh. He got a bulket with his name on it if I have to die and come back and blow his unrighteousness out his non- believing hollowed out soul. I bet he done already asked somebody. Tell em ask you"
She took some puffs and then leaned into blow some smoke in his mouth while they locked eyes. His eyes oh my God, she needed to see them open while he was pumping that fuck out her snatch. She dreaming she day dreaming like a mutha. He anit thinkin no shit like that. He thinkin bout beating the cowboy shit outta lil Shitty Cuz.
"You get enuff Husk?" Since he got a fucked up nickname for ha
"Ole fuck naw! Yo anit bouts ta put that handle on me lil bits"
"Ole anotha pet for me too huh?" She needed to see his eyes. She waited while he was under the influence and took out her cell and snapped the flash caught those smexy ass marbles.
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