enough. I grab the gun and stick it in his face. I back up to the refrigerator and I'm about to blast that nigga when Melody comes through the front door.
I yell, “Lock the mutherfucking door and get your fat ass in here.” Melody walks in and I don't give her a chance to say shit.
“So you knew too, bitch?'’ I point at the ring on the table. Then point the gun back and forth at them.
“I told La he shouldn't have done it, but he said KaQuanza disrespected him in front of them dudes from Fairmont. He said Quanza called him a faggot lover or some shit like that.”
“We
fam
, Mel, how you gon’ look at my mom knowing that nigga killed her son?”
La-La sits there like he don't give a fuck. So I shoot the nigga in his head.
BAM!
He falls out the chair and hits the floor.
Melody starts screaming.
I bite my bottom lip and say, “Shut the fuck up, bitch. Where's the loot?”
“Upstairs,” Melody says, whining like a baby in a pissy-ass diaper.
“Take me to it.” I point the gun to her back and follow her upstairs. She goes to the bedroom where the nigga made me suck his dick. She steps into the closet and pulls out an old raggedy suitcasefull of money. As I'm sliding it in the hallway, her ass reaches for the phone like she's gonna call 5-0. Man, I snatch the phone out of her hand. Then I jump up and drop kick her ass in the stomach.
Wham!
She falls over from the pain. When she stands up, I shoot her ass twice in the head.
Boom boom!
The bitch falls to the floor.
I drag her ass down the steps and into the living room. Then I drag La's ass from the kitchen and lay him out beside her. Fuck it, them niggas was rolling together, so I made sure they died together. I'm so fuckin’ mad I can't feel nothing. I put them both on their backs, and I cross their hands in front of them. Melody's eyes are wide open, and I leave them big Popeye mutherfuckers just like they are. I take the mop from the bucket and clean up the blood from the kitchen, the bedroom, and the blood trail that leads from upstairs to down. I change into one of that nigga's T-shirts 'cause my shit was all bloody. Before I leave, I walk over to La-La's body and kick the nigga in his head and tell the nigga, “So much for your rainy day,
nickga.
” I leave them muh-fuckers spread out on the living room floor just like John List did to his fam back in the seventies.
I peep out the back door to make sure the coast is clear. There isn't a soul in sight. I fired three rounds, and nobody heard anything. If they did, they didn't pay them shits no mind 'cause that's just how it is in the pj's. Niggas be shooting all day and all night so people get used to the sound. It's kinda fucked up when you think about it, 'cause for real, there's been many times when a nigga ass really needed emergency help 'cause a nigga done come through and smoked they ass. But folks be in the house chilling, while a nigga's ass out there dying and shit 'cause ain't nobody responding to the familiar sound of gunfire.
I make it home without anybody seeing me. I jump in the tub and take me a bath. When I get out, I count the money from La's suitcase—thirty g's. I didn't have time to worry about getting his product; all I wanted was the nigga's scratch. I call Lil Mo to ask ifshe wants to go out to eat and to the movies. She says she down for whatever and that she will scoop me up around five. I get into bed and fall off to sleep. I feel a whole lot better since my brother's killer has also been laid to rest.
SIX
I WAKE UP at four P . M . and get dressed for my date with Shorty. She picks me up near Carolina Barbecue, and we drive to Three Lakes Park. I sit on top of a picnic table, and Shorty stands in between my legs with her arms wrapped around my neck like I'm her nigga for real.
“So what's up, Shorty? Why you come at me like that last night?” I ask as I lie back on the table and place my hands behind my head.
“ 'Cause I've been wanting you for a long time,” she
I yell, “Lock the mutherfucking door and get your fat ass in here.” Melody walks in and I don't give her a chance to say shit.
“So you knew too, bitch?'’ I point at the ring on the table. Then point the gun back and forth at them.
“I told La he shouldn't have done it, but he said KaQuanza disrespected him in front of them dudes from Fairmont. He said Quanza called him a faggot lover or some shit like that.”
“We
fam
, Mel, how you gon’ look at my mom knowing that nigga killed her son?”
La-La sits there like he don't give a fuck. So I shoot the nigga in his head.
BAM!
He falls out the chair and hits the floor.
Melody starts screaming.
I bite my bottom lip and say, “Shut the fuck up, bitch. Where's the loot?”
“Upstairs,” Melody says, whining like a baby in a pissy-ass diaper.
“Take me to it.” I point the gun to her back and follow her upstairs. She goes to the bedroom where the nigga made me suck his dick. She steps into the closet and pulls out an old raggedy suitcasefull of money. As I'm sliding it in the hallway, her ass reaches for the phone like she's gonna call 5-0. Man, I snatch the phone out of her hand. Then I jump up and drop kick her ass in the stomach.
Wham!
She falls over from the pain. When she stands up, I shoot her ass twice in the head.
Boom boom!
The bitch falls to the floor.
I drag her ass down the steps and into the living room. Then I drag La's ass from the kitchen and lay him out beside her. Fuck it, them niggas was rolling together, so I made sure they died together. I'm so fuckin’ mad I can't feel nothing. I put them both on their backs, and I cross their hands in front of them. Melody's eyes are wide open, and I leave them big Popeye mutherfuckers just like they are. I take the mop from the bucket and clean up the blood from the kitchen, the bedroom, and the blood trail that leads from upstairs to down. I change into one of that nigga's T-shirts 'cause my shit was all bloody. Before I leave, I walk over to La-La's body and kick the nigga in his head and tell the nigga, “So much for your rainy day,
nickga.
” I leave them muh-fuckers spread out on the living room floor just like John List did to his fam back in the seventies.
I peep out the back door to make sure the coast is clear. There isn't a soul in sight. I fired three rounds, and nobody heard anything. If they did, they didn't pay them shits no mind 'cause that's just how it is in the pj's. Niggas be shooting all day and all night so people get used to the sound. It's kinda fucked up when you think about it, 'cause for real, there's been many times when a nigga ass really needed emergency help 'cause a nigga done come through and smoked they ass. But folks be in the house chilling, while a nigga's ass out there dying and shit 'cause ain't nobody responding to the familiar sound of gunfire.
I make it home without anybody seeing me. I jump in the tub and take me a bath. When I get out, I count the money from La's suitcase—thirty g's. I didn't have time to worry about getting his product; all I wanted was the nigga's scratch. I call Lil Mo to ask ifshe wants to go out to eat and to the movies. She says she down for whatever and that she will scoop me up around five. I get into bed and fall off to sleep. I feel a whole lot better since my brother's killer has also been laid to rest.
SIX
I WAKE UP at four P . M . and get dressed for my date with Shorty. She picks me up near Carolina Barbecue, and we drive to Three Lakes Park. I sit on top of a picnic table, and Shorty stands in between my legs with her arms wrapped around my neck like I'm her nigga for real.
“So what's up, Shorty? Why you come at me like that last night?” I ask as I lie back on the table and place my hands behind my head.
“ 'Cause I've been wanting you for a long time,” she
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