December 5 2013
Nip has put a lot behind him and he loves to sit back and chill. Listening to some 2PAC and Snoop Dog. He just realized that one was a Crip from The Rollin 20's and the other from the Bloods. That was amazing. Gave him an idea to wanna do a selection with a well known Blood. Right now he got Lil Nippi over his spacious crib and he got her spoiled. She got her daddy wrapped around her finger. She tall for her age too. Sure because Nip is like six feet five. Sometimes he looks taller. He received an invitation in the mail. An Illuminati Party and he will finally get to see who are all the stars that fear that 'Money Symbol' he wonders if he will fear it himself. Than he realizes that they are required to sacrifice others to move on up in the industry. Than why play around with that stuff. Nip figured that he got enough faith in God. That he don't judge others , no matter how boring his life gets. Every year carries a number. Keep knocking at Satan's door, somebody bound to answer. Nip looks like a Black Jesus, so he bound to scare Satan.
The invitation was to come meet somebody that was crushing?
He knew it was not his daughter's biological Moma. She and Nip had a real romantic relationship. He boned her one night out of spite towards her real man, and she lied and said she was on birth control. For lying like that he asked for his daughter and there was never any question about it. Plus. he not telling his bruh that he is actually going to a damn Illuminati Party. His bruh too religious for any strange vibes like that. So he flying solo, plus his baby sis is eighteen years old now so she the ready made babysitter.
Nip don't know if to wear Crip blue or Blood red or maybe black, but green is the color of money. So green it is and why does he get the feeling that that extra money he needs to buy that lot he and his brother is renting. Somebody set this shit up real pretty. Every plan has a part 1 and a part 2 and then the emotional finish. Nip wants to know what the fuck is going on. He dangling his Malcolm X gold chain. The most expensive piece of diamond and white gold or some rare platinum too design. He added onto his gold chains . Last time he checked , he had five chains on his neck.
"Da Da, where you get money " his lil daughter, all she saw was money
"Daddy work hard baby girl"
"That's why I'm so spoiled right?"
"Right, anything my baby lil Nippi wants, she gots. Plus you got to listen to daddy all the time. I listen to my folks coming up and they believed in me. I believe in you . You got my blood runnin through your veins and one day you will want to make a difference too my lil Princess"
"Daddy, they call you King Nip? Why?"
"I make the dopiest music coming from the West. I claim the title now. It used to be Snoop Dogg but he pass the baton to me, your daddy, Nispey Hussle The Great"
"Well congrats Da Da! That is something to be real proud of. You sure you want to go up against Jay-Z ?"
He could not believe his five year old baby daughter thought that The Hov was even in his circle of rappers that Nip put in a same sentence. The funny things children say. He picked her up and starred into her eyes. Oh he saw what is was. Lil Nippi resembles her biological Moma. His child was marked, but Nip going to get her some good Sunday school teachers. Both sides of lil Nippi family likes to dibble and dab in the unknown.
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