Ghetto Girls IV. Anthony Whyte

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СКАЧАТЬ time /I shouldn’t have left you…

       Without a strong rhyme to step to…

       Think on how many weak shows you slept through

       Time’s up… I’m sorry I kept you…

      The lyrics were punctuated by gunshots and followed by surreal taunts from nemesis number one, Lil’ Long.

      “Yeah bitch-ass, where you gon’ run now?”

      “I-I-I wasn’t involved, mister. I wasn’t even in the city. I-I-I wasn’t…” Josephine said, shuddering excitedly.

      “Bitch, d-d-don’tcha kno’ better’an to mock me? You better fall back over thurr with the rest of them ‘fore I start witcha ya ass! Yeah muthafuckas, finally we meet ag’in,” Lil’ Long said, prancing around with two guns held high gloating. He aimed one point blank at Eric’s dome and moved in closer.

      “Let the girls go and—”

      “And what, bitch ass nigga? Whatcha thunk? You gon’ pay me off too? I know your ass been payin’ for protection,” Lil’ Long said, getting front and center in Eric’s face.

      The girls tried to sneak away but Lil’ Long whirled with a vicious glance directed at them.

      “Don’t even think about runnin’ to the Range, bitches,” he yelled. Lil’ Long shot a glance back at Eric and said, “I’ve got bad news for ya. Da driver done stank-up da whole muthafuckin’ place in thurr.”

      Lil’ Long’s laughter echoed eerily in the chill of the early morning air. Eric watched his assailant’s every step. He wanted to get the girls out of harm’s way.

      “This beef’s between me and you, man… it has nothing to do with anyone else,” Eric said.

      Lil’ Long laughed as Eric spoke. He waved one of his guns side to side while keeping the other trained on the girls.

      “Uh huh, it’s got urrh-thing to do with these bitches and everyone your bitch-ass nigga knows. From your fiancée, right down to this fine ass black bitch me and my man ran-up-in was fam, dogs? I kno’ ya ain’t seen the way me and my man dug da bitch back out, so I’m a brake you off a lil’ sho’, you kno’? Encore, you unnerstan…? A lil’ sump’n, sump’n, this is for makin’ me wait so muthafuckin’ long to kill y’all muthafuckin’ asses already. But first I’m gonna do this…”

      Two rounds punctuated Lil’ Long’s diatribe and Eric fell to the ground.

      “Ugh… agh... shit! You shot me…” Eric shouted, grabbing his arm.

      “Ouch, sorry my man. Think I miss? Just nick ya with a lil’ flesh wound to warn ya fucking ass. Get used to the pain, nigga. I’m a make ya feel it. I ain’ gon kill ya just yet, muthafucka. I’m a have some fun and I wanna make sure you stick around to enjoy the sho’. Ya smell me?”

      He grabbed Deedee and pushed her to her knees. “Get on ya knees, bitch! Ya kno’ what time it is. Grab up on this dick and start da brain show!”

      Deedee hesitated. Fear registered on all their faces when Lil’ Long shoved the gun in Deedee’s terrified face. Lil’ Long’s figure loomed large over her as he pushed Deedee to her knees. Eric flinched but Lil’ Long’s guns were cocked and ready.

      “Yeah muthafucka, jump! If ya don’t wanna see this bitch brain me, then you can go six-feet in a box, bitch-ass. I waited a long time for this moment. Payback’s a bitch!” Lil’ Long turned his attention back to Deedee. “Reach up in thurr with them luscious lips and eat my dick, bitch! Then tell your uncle how good it taste, ya heard me bitch?” Lil’ Long wore a smile, licking his lips. “What da fu-fuck! Get it nice and ha-hard bitch,” Lil’ Long said struggling with his stutter.

      Revenge clouded his eyes and his breath came in gasps. He was angry and impatiently pushed scared stiff Deedee’s face into his crotch. She fumbled with her hands by her sides but silently refused to touch Lil’ Long’s hardening member.

      “I’ll pay you whatever you want man but please don’t do this…” Eric pleaded.

      “Shuddafuckup! Take it like a man and stop begging ya bitch-ass! Watch ya niece take real dick,” Lil’ Long said. He aimed the gun point blank at Eric’s dome. “I was in jail dreaming about this moment, muthafucka. Yes I was…!”

      “Why you wanna play us like that, yo?” Coco asked, staring at Lil’ Long. “If you gonna kill us just get it over with. You ain’t gotta torture us, yo.”

      Lil’ Long pushed Deedee away and walked over closer to where Coco stood.

      “Oh, bitch, I see it’s true what they say about you, you do got a lot a heart, huh? You da shit, huh?”

      “I’m saying yo…”

      “Ya ain’t allowed to speak. This my muthafuckin’ world. I-I-I gi-gi-give the orders round here, bitch!” Lil’ Long shouted and fired twice. Coco fell. Josephine tried to jump to her aid but Lil’ Long grabbed her and shoved her to the asphalt.

      “Bitch, you move and I’ll kill ya fuckin’ ass!” He aimed the guns at her dome.

      Josephine’s body seemed stuck in fear. His evil look left her frozen in tears. Deedee was still on her knees, crying and screaming loudly.

      “He shot Coco…”

      “Bitch, what ya doin’ all that hollerin’ for?” Lil’ Long asked Deedee.

      Josephine trembled with fear as she cried and watched. Both Eric and Coco were shot and bleeding. Eric was still conscious, but Coco was lying unconscious. Deedee resisted as Lil’ Long held the back of her neck and furiously tried to shove his dick in her mouth through his Roca Wear. Lil’ Long slapped her face so hard, Deedee fell backwards. He stood over with his guns ready.

      “Ahight, I see ya gon sho’ out cuz ya uncle, huh? Ahight, fu-fu-fuck it then bi-bi-bitch. You leave me no choice. I’m go-go-gonna give ya your d-d-death wish. In order for me to be immortal all y’all weak muthafuckas and bitches will have to—”

      Suddenly there was an explosion.

      “Oh shit… ugh…” Lil’ Long grunted. .

      He whirled and grabbed his shoulder. One of the guns fell from his grip. Eric immediately tried to reach for it.

      “This is the police. Nobody move.”

      Lil’ Long looked up. Recognizing the face, he smiled.

      “Wha’ ya shot me for, detective? I was doing y’all po-po a lil’ fa-favor and ya-ya sh-shot me?”

      “Oh yeah, what’s your favor?” the detective asked, bending down and removing the gun from Lil’ Long’s clutch.

      “I know y’all know that this da kingpin right thurr. Eric Ascot. He’s got the mob sewn up and he be ordering hits on muthafuckas left and right. Drugs, he running that…” Lil’ Long paused to laugh. “Yeah, I’m a snitch on ya… fake-ass music producer.” He continued СКАЧАТЬ