I grabbed a Bahama Blueberry Mistic then went over to the chip aisle to get some Spicy Nacho Doritos before making my way to the counter. I’d asked the clerk for three packs of cigars because I fully intended to burn once I got to Diamond’s crib, then I paid, got some gas, and headed out.
The group of niggas had migrated outside. I glanced their way and smirked before finishing my journey to my ride. I tossed my shit inside then went to pump my gas. My back was facing the door where the group was standing, but I heard the chatter right before I heard the sound of their feet dragging across the pavement.
“Ay, Crim,” I heard one of them call out.
Crim.
They must be with the Crimson Crew.
I figured they could have been when I peeped the red flags, but I was unmoved.
“Ay, Crim,” the same voice called out again.
“You got me fucked up, Lord,” I glanced back. “You can clearly see I ain’t no dirty ass Crimson, so quit addressin’ me by that shit.”
“What you say, nigga?” the obvious leader of the crew stepped forward calling himself mugging me. “You know where you at?”
I looked around before attaching my gaze to his and smirking. “Judging by the way yo’ ass look and as filthy as the area is, I’d say Crimson territory?”
“That’s right, nigga, and hold the cute shit down. You clearly don’t know what you don’ walked into.”
I took a second to count the few niggas in the group before chuckling. “Y’all niggas ain’t on shit. I’d punish all of you with one hand behind my back.”
I’d already stopped pumping my gas, but I kept my hand on the nozzle.
“Ay, Scoob, peep his chain, Crim.”
The little leader turned back to face me, doing what his bitch ass was told, then smirking. I guess it finally set in who the fuck I was, and without a doubt, what I stood for.”
“Oh, shit,” he grinned. “You a little far from Lords territory, ain’t youLoco.”
“Wherever I’m at is Lords territory, my nigga.” I chuckled. “You gon’ get to the point of why you and the rest of these bums walked up on me or what?” I peered down at him. “I got more pressin’ shit to do.”
“This nigga,” he glanced back and chuckled to his homies, pointing at me with his thumb. The moment he turned back toward me, he tried to swing but I was too quick. I weaved and clocked his stupid ass upside his head with the butt of my gun, which I swiftly pulled from my side.
He was dazed, so I took the opportunity to douse his ass with the gas. Like the bitches they were, the rest of them stepped back, the ones up front holding their arms in front of the ones behind them.
Couldn’t be me.
A nigga even look like he gon’ do somethin’ to one of my Lords, he was gon’ be in for a mothafuckin’ ride.
Tossing the handle to the gas pump on the ground, I reached in my pocket for a lighter. I struck that bitch up and tossed it on the hoe ass nigga that thought he was tough. I didn’t know what the fuck they were used to, but I wasn’t the nigga to be playin’ with.
I got back in my ride getting ready to pull off, sure that nobody was gon’ do shit, but I remembered I didn’t have a lighter now that I set that bitch ass nigga on fire. Swerving into a parking spot in front of the store, I hopped out, leaving my shit running, daring a nigga to touch it, then went inside to get a lighter.
The clerk looked shook, having witnessed what just took place outside. I gave him a hard ass look as I placed a stack of money on the counter, sliding it toward him.
“I ain’t got to tell you to keep ya fuckin’ mouth shut, right?” I wasn’t worrying about him knowing who the fuck I was. He was one of them Indian mothafuckas that didn’t have a clue who I was, nor did I think his ass listened to my music. Still, I’d pay him just for the hell of it.
“I-I… me no see.” He finally said.
“Good man.” I smirked. “I’ll have somebody come through to handle this shit for you.” I said, referring to the mess I’d made in the parking lot.
Kyng was gon’ talk shit, but I had to make sure the shit was done right, and that the nigga didn’t talk. He had people all over just for that reason.
I left out of the store, laughing seeing theGet Along Gangtrying to extinguish their boy. Some of them were using their shirts to fan it, and others were pouring their drinks on his bitch ass.
I bet they’d think next time they tried to press a righteous nigga like me.
