“Lil’ nigga this the second time you done hit my line and dismissed me like I’m some groupie ass hoe. I came to do business, and I’m leaving empty handed yet again. You wasting my fuckin’ time. This nigga step on the scene and y’all get tokissing his ass. Let yo’daddykeep feeding you crumbs. Don’t hit me no more,” he said snatching up whatever bullshit ass plan he bought with him.
“Get yo’ dumbass up out of here,” I mumbled.
I couldn’t resist letting him walk by without hitting him in the mouth. I tucked Ashley with the quickness and went in his shit. Oh, we got to tussling out that bitch fa sho. One thing ‘bout it though, Twenty-One moved on one accord. You bets believe we hopped on his head. Well, everybody except Hulk scary ass. I guess he ain’t want them problems but I ain’t never let a muthafucka step into my shit and just walk away untouched. Hulk knew the outcome the second I walked through the door.
“Let the nigga leave, Black. Y’all get the fuck off him, damn!” Hulk yelled trying to break us up. He was starting to get on my muthafuckin’ nerves, too.
“Don’t fuckin’ touch me,” I gritted, delivering a glare that could’ve dropped his ass right where he stood.
“Aye, do what you got to do, Black, but we don’t need this beef.”
“Oh, this the type of beef I been waiting to grill. Don’t tell me what the fuck to do Hulk. I’ll serve yo’ ass, too. That’s yo’ homeboy, get rid of him,” I said shoving the fuck out that nigga. He tripped over the table and landed on his ass. I scoffed and walked away. “Send his ass the fuck on, Hulk. Let his ass up, Ace,” I shouted without turning back.
I was at the table going through the bags of food and pulled out my rotel dip. Wasn’t a lick of fear in my heart so if he was gon’ retaliate, I needed him to do that shit now and get it over with. Who lived, who died, really wasn’t my problem, I just knew who was walking out this bitch to see another day. He could jump this way if he wanted to.
They let him up and that nigga only had eyes for me. I was ready for whatever. We could shoot this bitch out or shoot theones again. Ball was in his court, and he better not drop it. If he passed that bitch up, he was done for.
“Gon’ ‘head, Bentley. This ain’t even what you want to do for real. We a bunch of young niggas that’s willing to take it there. You by yo’self in our streets. Go home and think on shit,” Ace uttered. When Ace got serious, he was damn near my shadow. He had jokes for days, but his mindset mirrored mine when it needed to.
“That’s what he better do,” I added.
“Chill, Black. I got this. Hulk next time you hit this nigga, be prepared to work for him. We ain’t ‘bout to keep doing this shit,” Ace stamped. He was putting his lil’ foot down. I was proud of him.
Bentley got himself together realizing he was outnumbered. I was confused on what nigga of status moved by himself anyway. I ain’t fuck with Royce but that boy stayed with his right hand next to him. This goofy nigga ain’t have a soul watching his back. He wasn’t who he was portraying himself to be.
“I got something for y’all lil’ niggas. Believe that.” Bentley wasn’t ‘bout to do shit and we both knew it. Smiling, I nodded and pointed to the door.
“Mhmm, I’ll believe it when I see it. Bye,” I said throwing a chip in my mouth.
Bentley gave us all a look while he wiped his mouth one last time and headed for the door. Them boys had they steel on him, and I had to say, I was quite proud. TJ had that look in his eyes and Ace had moved into that quiet boy state. He was ready to drop a nigga, too. I was satisfied with how they stepped. Hulk bitch ass was the only one looking hurt.
He flopped down on the couch then kicked the table in front of him over moments later.Oh, that baby hurt for real.I laughed seeing he couldn’t get his way. He went behind my back time after time and failed. Him and his lil’ butt buddy couldn’tget enough of each other at this point. I ain’t know how many more times I had to tell that muthafucka no.
“Fuck wrong with you, Hulk?” I asked still finding peace in the meal in front of me.
“You nigga. You what’s wrong with me!” he shouted.
Nodding, I bit into another chip before saying, “I’m gon’ give you the chance to handle that. Let me finish eating first. I ain’t ate a good meal in a minute.”
“Let him be, Black. He frustrated cause lil’ sis turning sixteen next month, and he promised her a car. He ain’t trying to disappoint her. You know how he is behind her,” TJ finally spoke up. I expected nothing less.
“So, niggas can’t speak they peace? I mean he got some shit on his chest so I’m gon’ let him get that weight off. Y’all come eat until then. I copped y’all something. Come on, Hulk, you got something, too.” I threw a nod to my right gesturing for them to come sit with a nigga.
“Where that bread at, Black?” Hulk questioned.
“Back in the Springs. I got to go get it.”
“How much is it?” He threw another one my way.
“Eight hunnid even. It’s two apiece. I got y’all boys, y’all just got to give me a minute to get it back to the Peaks.”
“Why not get it before even coming back?” Hulk aways been money hungry and it showed every time bread was to be split or touched.
“So, get out of jail and go back to the place I stashed that shit at knowing they looking for the diamonds. I know that ain’t what you telling me right now. You can’t be that dumb, Hulk… You is that dumb, my bad,” I said insulting his intelligence to his face.
“Watch how the fuck you talk ‘bout me, Black. It was me and TJ that went in and got that shit. Yo’ plan was just as flawed as Bentley’s!”
All this damn hootin’ and hollerin’ is getting on my nerves. I just want to eat and kick shit with the crew. Is that too much?
