Money-Money Hail Mary by D-Bo Kush & Rodney O Stokes

Author:D-Bo Kush & Rodney O Stokes [Kush, D-Bo & Stokes, Rodney O]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fantasy, Urban, Fiction
ISBN: 9781490329772
Google: HDe_ngEACAAJ
Amazon: 1490329773
Publisher: Createspace Independent Pub
Published: 2013-05-29T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

“Yo lifestyle don’t match the shit you pop nigga. You talk that shit, you pop that shit, but you ain’t about that shit nigga.” That’s what Tah-Tah was telling one of the niggas chilling in the crib with him. “Matter of fact, get the fuck out my crib nigga. Word, get the fuck out my spot.” The nigga said to Tah-Tah, “come on bruh. Don’t try to play me like that.” He stayed in the single seat that he was sitting in, in the living room. “Don’t try to handle me like that nigga.” Tah-Tah was out of his seat in a flash and in a flash he crossed the room and was up on the nigga. Standing over him while the nigga was still sitting in the chair, Tah-Tah told him, “you think I’m playing with you nigga?” He moved Tah-Tah’s finger that was nudging him in the head. While pushing his hand he told Tah-Tah, “you better pipe yo ass down nigga, fuck.” Walking off briskly Tah-Tah said, “I’m gone show this nigga.” Talking to Tah-Tah’s backside the nigga said, “you ain’t gone show m shit nigga. Fuck you talking about?” Tah-Tah was lounging in the crib with a few niggas and some bitches and everybody was sitting around smoking and bullshitting. He had a problem with this nigga because this nigga was always talking and acting like he was all super tough. The nigga had originally pissed Tah-Tah off a while back, around the time that Tah-Tah had quit fucking with G-Code and Real Deal. When he heard that G-Code and Real Deal had cut Tah-Tah off, he was telling other niggas that Tah-Tah was soft for letting them niggas do him like that. He was talking about if them niggas had cut him off, knowing that was his only way of eating, he would have brought it to them niggas. He was telling niggas Tah-Tah was soft and weak because he didn’t. Tah-Tah was tired of him talking all of that fake shit, trying to shine on him when around other niggas. All of that led up to the present situation.

Tah-Tah came back into the room with a chopper. An AK-47. When he came back of course the niggas and bitches were startled and they jumped and hollered. Tah-Tah put the chopper with the fifty round banana clip in the nigga’s face. “Didn’t I tell you to get the fuck out my crib nigga? Ha, bitch ass, fagot ass motherfucka.”

The nigga hollered while jumping into the chair. He knelt down in the cushion with his hands out suggesting Tah-Tah lower the chopper. He hollered and pleaded, “bruh come on bruh! Come on bruh, it ain’t even like that bruh! Put that shit down bruh, put that shit down!”

Tah-Tah told him, “nah nigga fuck that!” He locked the chopper in place making everybody jump and get more paranoid at the sound of the clicking metal. “Fuck that, I wanna see you strip nigga. Fuck that!”

“Bruh, come on brah, come on!” The nigga was all shook up.

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