fuck up before y’all niggas get exposed.”
D-roc rumbled back, “ ’Ight bet. What you trying to do?” Reggie shot him a look. Then D-roc said, “Fuck it. I’ll put five hundred on my little soldier right now, what!”
Reggie smirked. “Naw, fuck that. We’ll put up a whole stack. These niggas is puppy treats. I got faith in my little nigga.” He looked down at me. “Andre, get at these bum-ass niggas.”
Then he looked back over at Smoke. “We go hard out here. I’ll send my little nigga to merk you. Game’s to fifteen.”
I really didn’t even want to play anymore, but then Beezy slammed the ball in my chest talking about “Check up, pussy.”
That’s all the invite I needed to oblige him in a good old-fashioned Squad Six beat down. I shoulda just socked his fat ass when that ball touched my chest. Instead, I gave his punk ass fifteen straight buckets. Beezy had nothing for me inside or outside. I ran circles around his jiggly fat ass. He should have known not to pull my gully card in front of my crew. When the ball dropped through the net on my fifteenth point, I caught it and slammed it down like a touchdown spike.
“And take that to the bank, fuckhead! Now go get our money, bitch!” And I chest-bumped him in the back as he walked away. Beezy ain’t say nothing. Smoke had a whole lot to say, though. When Beezy got over to his side, Smoke mushed the stack in his face. The dollars drizzled everywhere.
“What a waste you are, you fat shit,” Smoke said as Beezy brushed by him and started walking home. Smoke’s eyesgot small and his nostrils flared and he started scratching his head. “Hold da fuck up. I know you ain’t ’bout to bounce without touching this little nigga up. I wish a nigga would chest-bump me in the back. Beezy, bring yo ass!”
Beezy turned around. I wanted to evaporate. Shit, I won, why I gotta fight? But from the devil in Beezy’s face, I knew he was about to buck. I told Reggie to hold my stuff.
Reggie looked me in the eyes. “Yo, break his neck, ya heard me? Don’t be afraid to hurt ’im ’cause he ain’t afraid to hurt you. These boys ain’t ready.”
After Reggie told me that, I turned around and
boom!
Beezy tagged me in the face. “What up? I ain’t the only one leaving here with a L today,” he said.
At first I didn’t think Beezy was going to fight me for real. I mean, we were boys no more than an hour ago. But I tasted the blood flowing from my nose and it was on. I grabbed the fat fuck by his shirt and chopped him right in the voice box.
“Yeah, kill all that noise, bitch,” I said as he crumpled down to the floor holding that fat-ass double chin he called a neck. He fell and I hopped on top and started hooking off. It was like everything went fuzzy. I couldn’t feel any of the licks he was laying on me. I just kept swinging until I heard Smoke say, “Ayo, that’s enough, yo. Y’all got that.”
D-roc, barked, “Nah, you the one that done wound up your little toy soldier, let them niggas fight.”
But Reggie grabbed me. “Now that’s how the fuck you hold it down, Andre! See, I told y’all bitch-made niggas,
you don’t want no drama
! Now where the fuck is my
money
!”
Reggie put his hand out. Smoke took out a rubber band and slung it around a roll of cash and flicked it halfway across the court.
Reggie laughed, “Boy, I tell ya, these new age cats sure aredisrespectful.” He patted the top of my head. “You earned it, playboy, go grab that up.”
As I jogged over to midcourt to grab the cash, I watched as Smoke walked Beezy away from the court like a principal who’d just broke up a fight, except he was choking him by his shirt collar like a dog.
Beezy turned around and looked at me. We made eye contact and it hit me. I really just fought him. When our eyes met we agreed, silently, that was stupid. I wanted to say I was sorry and probably would have if Reggie and D-roc weren’t jumping up and down in my face, shouting at me
D-roc rumbled back, “ ’Ight bet. What you trying to do?” Reggie shot him a look. Then D-roc said, “Fuck it. I’ll put five hundred on my little soldier right now, what!”
Reggie smirked. “Naw, fuck that. We’ll put up a whole stack. These niggas is puppy treats. I got faith in my little nigga.” He looked down at me. “Andre, get at these bum-ass niggas.”
Then he looked back over at Smoke. “We go hard out here. I’ll send my little nigga to merk you. Game’s to fifteen.”
I really didn’t even want to play anymore, but then Beezy slammed the ball in my chest talking about “Check up, pussy.”
That’s all the invite I needed to oblige him in a good old-fashioned Squad Six beat down. I shoulda just socked his fat ass when that ball touched my chest. Instead, I gave his punk ass fifteen straight buckets. Beezy had nothing for me inside or outside. I ran circles around his jiggly fat ass. He should have known not to pull my gully card in front of my crew. When the ball dropped through the net on my fifteenth point, I caught it and slammed it down like a touchdown spike.
“And take that to the bank, fuckhead! Now go get our money, bitch!” And I chest-bumped him in the back as he walked away. Beezy ain’t say nothing. Smoke had a whole lot to say, though. When Beezy got over to his side, Smoke mushed the stack in his face. The dollars drizzled everywhere.
“What a waste you are, you fat shit,” Smoke said as Beezy brushed by him and started walking home. Smoke’s eyesgot small and his nostrils flared and he started scratching his head. “Hold da fuck up. I know you ain’t ’bout to bounce without touching this little nigga up. I wish a nigga would chest-bump me in the back. Beezy, bring yo ass!”
Beezy turned around. I wanted to evaporate. Shit, I won, why I gotta fight? But from the devil in Beezy’s face, I knew he was about to buck. I told Reggie to hold my stuff.
Reggie looked me in the eyes. “Yo, break his neck, ya heard me? Don’t be afraid to hurt ’im ’cause he ain’t afraid to hurt you. These boys ain’t ready.”
After Reggie told me that, I turned around and
boom!
Beezy tagged me in the face. “What up? I ain’t the only one leaving here with a L today,” he said.
At first I didn’t think Beezy was going to fight me for real. I mean, we were boys no more than an hour ago. But I tasted the blood flowing from my nose and it was on. I grabbed the fat fuck by his shirt and chopped him right in the voice box.
“Yeah, kill all that noise, bitch,” I said as he crumpled down to the floor holding that fat-ass double chin he called a neck. He fell and I hopped on top and started hooking off. It was like everything went fuzzy. I couldn’t feel any of the licks he was laying on me. I just kept swinging until I heard Smoke say, “Ayo, that’s enough, yo. Y’all got that.”
D-roc, barked, “Nah, you the one that done wound up your little toy soldier, let them niggas fight.”
But Reggie grabbed me. “Now that’s how the fuck you hold it down, Andre! See, I told y’all bitch-made niggas,
you don’t want no drama
! Now where the fuck is my
money
!”
Reggie put his hand out. Smoke took out a rubber band and slung it around a roll of cash and flicked it halfway across the court.
Reggie laughed, “Boy, I tell ya, these new age cats sure aredisrespectful.” He patted the top of my head. “You earned it, playboy, go grab that up.”
As I jogged over to midcourt to grab the cash, I watched as Smoke walked Beezy away from the court like a principal who’d just broke up a fight, except he was choking him by his shirt collar like a dog.
Beezy turned around and looked at me. We made eye contact and it hit me. I really just fought him. When our eyes met we agreed, silently, that was stupid. I wanted to say I was sorry and probably would have if Reggie and D-roc weren’t jumping up and down in my face, shouting at me
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