A short story about a Thug..
he just beat this nicca's ass
last week
That's the way it went
down in the streets
You let up for a second
and some clown will
run their mouth
he just whooped his
a$$ last time but now
the plan was to take
him out
He got word that
the kid was talking s*&(
about blazing him
the fu*&^ed up part
about it is he got word
from the kid's men
These kids had no loyality
they knew better
they weren't thugs they were
hustlers looking to make more
cheddar
So now it came down to it
being him or this cat
he would have to blaze him
he refused to be constantly
watching his back
The bad thing was if the kid was
just talking there are rules to
the streets
when you say you're going to dead
somebody you can't be just running
your mouth like you're exercising
your teeth
He knew now that he'd have his
guns drawn when the kid and
him meets
when you talked about killing him
someone had to die, he was a General
on these streets
He felt bad about it
but after he beat the kid's
a$$ he was warned
now when he saw him in the street
he'd better have a bulletproof face mask
on
He had a saying about when you
didn't shoot a nicca in the head
you pop off in the chest and two
days later it's like return of the
living dead
Because he'd end up alive
which means he'd be out
to take your life
besides bullets were too precious
to be gunning cats down twice
He peeped the kid running his
weak a$$ hustle at 3 am
the streets were deserted
so it was time to put this
s&*^ to an end
This kid never even saw him
coming even on a deserted street
He thought to himself it was
a matter of time before
this kid got rocked to sleep
He raised his nine to head level
and whispered to the kid
What a waste
as the kid turned to see him
he put six in his face
Poetry by Will
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Written on 2006-09-08 at 23:16
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The Wild West In the Hood (A thug's Life)
He couldn't believe this s&*(he just beat this nicca's ass
last week
That's the way it went
down in the streets
You let up for a second
and some clown will
run their mouth
he just whooped his
a$$ last time but now
the plan was to take
him out
He got word that
the kid was talking s*&(
about blazing him
the fu*&^ed up part
about it is he got word
from the kid's men
These kids had no loyality
they knew better
they weren't thugs they were
hustlers looking to make more
cheddar
So now it came down to it
being him or this cat
he would have to blaze him
he refused to be constantly
watching his back
The bad thing was if the kid was
just talking there are rules to
the streets
when you say you're going to dead
somebody you can't be just running
your mouth like you're exercising
your teeth
He knew now that he'd have his
guns drawn when the kid and
him meets
when you talked about killing him
someone had to die, he was a General
on these streets
He felt bad about it
but after he beat the kid's
a$$ he was warned
now when he saw him in the street
he'd better have a bulletproof face mask
on
He had a saying about when you
didn't shoot a nicca in the head
you pop off in the chest and two
days later it's like return of the
living dead
Because he'd end up alive
which means he'd be out
to take your life
besides bullets were too precious
to be gunning cats down twice
He peeped the kid running his
weak a$$ hustle at 3 am
the streets were deserted
so it was time to put this
s&*^ to an end
This kid never even saw him
coming even on a deserted street
He thought to himself it was
a matter of time before
this kid got rocked to sleep
He raised his nine to head level
and whispered to the kid
What a waste
as the kid turned to see him
he put six in his face
Poetry by Will
Read 594 times
Written on 2006-09-08 at 23:16
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