Keith got another call, and I sucked my teeth. I was getting tired of the bullshit, but this time, he didn’t hang up right away. He listened, asked a couple of questions, then looked over at me.
“Good look,” he said before he hung up the phone.
My head turned toward him. “What?”
“One of my lil’ homies said they saw a group of Cali niggas at a gas station a few minutes ago.”
“How many?” I asked.
“Five or six.”
I looked straight ahead. I knew the city was full of all types of people, but that shit couldn’t be random.
“Ride over that way.”
Keith nodded. We pulled outta the parking lot we were in, and back on the road, I cracked the window trying to let the night air cool me off, but it wasn’t.
I was getting that feeling in the pit of my stomach, the feelin’ I used to get many years ago when I was closing in, and I kinda started to get excited.
We were a few blocks away, stopped at a stoplight. I was looking out the window when I saw a nigga in the driver’s seat. I sat up, leaned forward, and looked harder.
“That’s that nigga right there!”
That nigga stared at us, staring at him, as soon as the light turned green. That dummy bussed a right, and we were right behind him.
“Stay on his ass,” I told Keith. That nigga sped up.
One of the niggas he had with him hung out the window, bussing at us. It took me and my niggas less than a second to be on the same shit.
“Watch my back,” I yelled at niggas while my ARP was bussing through the glass, aiming at the back of Gio’s head.
Gio was swerving down the street, thinking that was gonna do something. That nigga was making it worse for him.
“He’s heading toward the interstate,” Keith yelled out.
“I don’t give a fuck where he’s heading,” I yelled back. “You better keep the fuck up.”
Gio bussed a slight right, merging onto the interstate, trying to slide through traffic, but that nigga didn’t know how to move through Atlanta traffic like we do.
Keith didn’t stay right behind him, but he stayed close enough that I had eyes on him.
His niggas were yelling at him, as he was getting caught behind cars, but I didn’t care where he was. My aim was righteous, I kept shooting at that nigga scaring all the cars around us.
“Aye,” I yelled to the backseat. “Somebody call the police chief, tell his ass that I said to keep his son off me tonight, I’m handling business.”
Kirko slid out the window and back in the car to make that call for me.
Gio kept moving, doing the interstate. His nigga had a scared look on his face, looking at how close we were getting. He took the first exit he saw, cutting off a bunch of traffic like he knew where he was going.
That nigga ended up doing one big ass circle and ended up back on the South Side, but now driving down back streets.
His niggas tried to shoot their guns at us while yelling at Gio to drive, but they weren’t getting nowhere. The streets had cars on them, cars parked on the side, and the street he was trying to turn down was one-way.
“Ram him,” I said low, making Keith look at me.
“What, nigga?”
“You heard what the fuck I said!” I yelled at him. “Ram that shit.”
