the car he noticed, June had laid both clips out on the seat. “Damn nigga, you going to war or some shit?”
“Just as soon as you give me the green light nigga, I’m a sit down on this whole mothafuckin’ spot.”
“It won’t be long now homie. I just got the ball rolling. Them two nigga’s riding high right now but when it go down all this Boro shit gonna be hip to The P.G. Crew.”
Tex and Da Da had been on the low since the shooting. The police would make a few bogus reports then fake like they looked for a mothafucka. Within two weeks it would be old news. Besides the police weren’t crazy. They knew whoever it was that did the shooting didn’t give a fuck about killing again. All they wanted was eight hours. Eight trouble free hours. Tex and Da Da knew Tim was already dead. No one could live through that many shots. Then the two wet tee-shirts they gave him at close range put the icing on the cake.
“Da Da, it’s been two weeks nigga. Let’s roll. That shit’s old news now duke.”
“Yeah it’s probably cooled down by now. At least the cops won’t be harassing our asses. That’s unless your mother told them something.”
“That’s why you should’ve let me smoke her ass. Her and that bitch.”
“Tex, you’re a cold blooded mothafucka. What kinda person would kill his child’s mother, not to mention his own?”
“I’ll tell you what kind Da Da. The kinda nigga who’s already been to hell and back. I’m twenty nine years old nigga. The odds had me never making twenty. So I’m nine to the good. If my mother told the police anything then she’s against me. If you’re against me then you’re my enemy. I don’t give a fuck who you are. I’m a lay yo’ ass down.”
Tex and Da Da rode through their set, Salisbury Street. Business was looking a little slow for a Thursday. Females were always walking up and down the street trying to catch the attention of a baller coming through.
“Damn Tex, shit looks dead around here. Did you give that joint to Dex?”
“Yeah Da, I gave him the whole thing homie. He paged me two hours ago and said money was flowing.”
“Flowing? Nigga this shit look dead to me.”
“Maybe the jump-out rode through on the runners. Pull over at the mini-mart Da Da. I see that nigga Ham talking to Shea, Dina, and Neese.” They both jumped out the car. Da Da ran inside the store while Tex hollered at Ham. “What up my nigga, you aiight?”
Ham was looking around all nervous and shit. “What up Tex?” He said still looking suspicious.
“What’s the matter with you nigga? Five-0 been through here or something? You look like you seen a ghost homie.”
“Man you just missed them two cats from Rockingham.”
“WHAT?!? Them two niggas stopped on our shit?”
“Yeah homie, them two niggas creeped through this bitch like they wanted war Tex. They stopped right here and that big nigga jumped out like he owned this mothafucka.”
“Who did he talk to?” Tex asked Ham.
“He spoke to Dina, Neese, and Shea.”
They were still standing at the phone booth. Dina hated Tex with a passion. Her brother was murdered in cold blood in front of at least twenty people who wouldn’t come forward and point out his killer. Everyone knew it was done by the nigga known as “Tex” around The Boro. The cops only needed one witness to make an arrest, still no one came forward. Dina was furious, she hated nothing more than a coward. She had confronted Tex one day on her own, calling him a murderer, vowing one day to get even.
“That damn Dina’s gettin’ on my nerves Da Da. She’s been sending little fucked up messages about her brother’s murder through Shea.”
“Fuck that bitch Tex. She doesn’t got any proof about Bolo’s death.”
“Aiight Da, but if she keep on stressing a nigga ‘bout that dumb shit, I’m a see to it she be dealt wit’.
After Da Da and Tex made their quick exit, Dina dropped Neese and Shea off at their houses. After seeing Tex and Da
“Just as soon as you give me the green light nigga, I’m a sit down on this whole mothafuckin’ spot.”
“It won’t be long now homie. I just got the ball rolling. Them two nigga’s riding high right now but when it go down all this Boro shit gonna be hip to The P.G. Crew.”
Tex and Da Da had been on the low since the shooting. The police would make a few bogus reports then fake like they looked for a mothafucka. Within two weeks it would be old news. Besides the police weren’t crazy. They knew whoever it was that did the shooting didn’t give a fuck about killing again. All they wanted was eight hours. Eight trouble free hours. Tex and Da Da knew Tim was already dead. No one could live through that many shots. Then the two wet tee-shirts they gave him at close range put the icing on the cake.
“Da Da, it’s been two weeks nigga. Let’s roll. That shit’s old news now duke.”
“Yeah it’s probably cooled down by now. At least the cops won’t be harassing our asses. That’s unless your mother told them something.”
“That’s why you should’ve let me smoke her ass. Her and that bitch.”
“Tex, you’re a cold blooded mothafucka. What kinda person would kill his child’s mother, not to mention his own?”
“I’ll tell you what kind Da Da. The kinda nigga who’s already been to hell and back. I’m twenty nine years old nigga. The odds had me never making twenty. So I’m nine to the good. If my mother told the police anything then she’s against me. If you’re against me then you’re my enemy. I don’t give a fuck who you are. I’m a lay yo’ ass down.”
Tex and Da Da rode through their set, Salisbury Street. Business was looking a little slow for a Thursday. Females were always walking up and down the street trying to catch the attention of a baller coming through.
“Damn Tex, shit looks dead around here. Did you give that joint to Dex?”
“Yeah Da, I gave him the whole thing homie. He paged me two hours ago and said money was flowing.”
“Flowing? Nigga this shit look dead to me.”
“Maybe the jump-out rode through on the runners. Pull over at the mini-mart Da Da. I see that nigga Ham talking to Shea, Dina, and Neese.” They both jumped out the car. Da Da ran inside the store while Tex hollered at Ham. “What up my nigga, you aiight?”
Ham was looking around all nervous and shit. “What up Tex?” He said still looking suspicious.
“What’s the matter with you nigga? Five-0 been through here or something? You look like you seen a ghost homie.”
“Man you just missed them two cats from Rockingham.”
“WHAT?!? Them two niggas stopped on our shit?”
“Yeah homie, them two niggas creeped through this bitch like they wanted war Tex. They stopped right here and that big nigga jumped out like he owned this mothafucka.”
“Who did he talk to?” Tex asked Ham.
“He spoke to Dina, Neese, and Shea.”
They were still standing at the phone booth. Dina hated Tex with a passion. Her brother was murdered in cold blood in front of at least twenty people who wouldn’t come forward and point out his killer. Everyone knew it was done by the nigga known as “Tex” around The Boro. The cops only needed one witness to make an arrest, still no one came forward. Dina was furious, she hated nothing more than a coward. She had confronted Tex one day on her own, calling him a murderer, vowing one day to get even.
“That damn Dina’s gettin’ on my nerves Da Da. She’s been sending little fucked up messages about her brother’s murder through Shea.”
“Fuck that bitch Tex. She doesn’t got any proof about Bolo’s death.”
“Aiight Da, but if she keep on stressing a nigga ‘bout that dumb shit, I’m a see to it she be dealt wit’.
After Da Da and Tex made their quick exit, Dina dropped Neese and Shea off at their houses. After seeing Tex and Da
Similar Books
