by Asia Hill
(Lil Mama)
These last few days been crazy. After that shit that happened at Boo’s crib, I’ve been on full alert. Poohman in critical condition. JuJu been at the hospital with Jaw. I’mma have a talk with all their little asses when I get the time. See, I had Pete watching their little asses too! They’re really out here doing the most. Robbing drug dealers and they just hit a bank. What type of shit is this? I mean, here I am trying to stay on the right path. My sister’s back in the drug game. My niece and her little besties making power moves and shit. It almost makes me want to… Hell naw! Fuck that! Eight years was long enough. But damn, that little $250,000.00 I got stashed isn’t going to last long.
RING! RING!
“What up sis?”
“Come pick me up. We need to talk.”
(Auntie Boo)
I’mma kill these fucking kids! I don’t know what the hell they got us into. Then this nigga Ramon or Big Moe, whatever his name is. I’mma personally kill that bitch when I catch up with him. One minute I’m grilling steaks and having a decent conversation, and the next thing you know, I’m being hit over the head with a gun. What part of the game is that?
My murder game is official. Niggas respect my name, alone. Apparently, my nephew and his friends have been real busy. It was almost impossible trying to convince the police that somebody tried to run up in my crib. Had Poohman not been shot, we’d all be in jail for that nigga’s body. Lil Mama got ghost before they even came.
After that, Jaw told me some shit that had me stuck on stupid. First, he had been moving weight since he was fifteen and he was doing it under Heidi’s and my nose. Second, JuJu and her little besties not only robbed Big Moe for $350,000.00, but they also robbed a bank that Big Moe and his boys were trying to rob at the same damn time!
Then Poohman and Jaw accidently helped, adding themselves to Big Moe’s murder list. Small world! Who knew that I would end up talking to the same Big Moe? I just called Lil Mama and told her to come get me. I was out of the game for a minute when I got out the FEDS. That nine to five shit just wasn’t for me. So I shut up my dude, and just kind of, you know… Got back down!
I’m extra paranoid though. Niggas telling like crazy. I can’t give these people no more of my life, but this is the life. I missed the power that I had over Chicago. I was that bitch. Fuck that. I am that bitch! I think Lil Mama and I could guide these little go-getters the way that we got around us.
I thought their little asses were some squares, but they fooled the shit outta me. I’m down to take over this city one more time. For good! I see it in Lil Mama’s eyes. She has some gas left in her tank. She’s a fool with them pistols, too. We got our whole squad already.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
“I hate when you knock, Lil Mama.” I walked towards the door and swung it open. “Bitch, you could have –.”
My words got caught in my throat when I saw who was standing before me. My mentor, my friend. The man that taught me the game stood before me with a gun pointed at my head.
“I know you saw me.”
I knew exactly what he was talking about. A while ago, I got up with him to discuss some business. He was too jittery for my liking so I told him that I had shit to do. I jumped in my whip and peeled off. Something told me to double back. Sure enough, this snake ass nigga hopped in a white Impala with the FEDS.
He called me for three days straight. I had no words for him. Next thing you know, I’m being indicted for a whole rack of shit. I knew better than to take that shit to trial. I pleaded out and ended up with six years. Needless to say, his ass disappeared. I never told the guys about his role in bringing me down. I guess he’d finish me off so I’d take his secret to the grave.
Now he’s standing here with murder all in his eyes.
“I didn’t tell nobody; just so you know.”
He looked at me with tears in his eyes. A look I never saw. I knew then that I was about to die.
“You will take that to your grave!”
I just had to ask. “Why did you do me like that?
BOOM!
“I’m slipping, I’m falling, I can’t get up
I’m slipping, I’m falling, I can’t get up
I’m slipping, I’m falling, I got to get up
get back on my feet so I can tear shit up!”
Chapter 18
Big Moe
“Hello.”
“Yo, this Big Moe. Where you at? I fucking need you right now!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Bitch, just get here.”
“I got yo bitch! Where’s Junior? Hello! Where the fuck is my brother, Ramone?”
“It wasn’t my fault.”
CLICK!
FUCK! I’ll find another ride. I can’t believe this shit. I thought that bitch Boo was official. Everything is all fucked up now. How did we get caught slipping? Damn! Junior and Boogie both are gone. I’m low on my stash. Those little motha fuckers took all our bread. I need to lay low and regroup.
I’m too fucking scared to drive so I start walking towards 87th street to the bus stop when somebody calls me.
“A, wait up.”
I turned around about to shoot this motha fucker when I see it’s a fucking kid.
“Fuck you want, little nigga?”
“I just saw you run up outta that crib on 84th.”
I start looking around because I’m about to snatch this little bastard in one of these gangways and shoot his ass. He saw my actions and he put his hands up.
“Whoa homie! I am not the law. I just wanna know, did you kill them four bitches.”
I stared at him as if he was fucking crazy. “What four bitches?”
“Them four bitches that killed my brother when they stole that money outta that garage.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
This little fucker had heart. He poked his chest out and tilted his head to the side. “My name is Lil Man. If you didn’t kill em’; I wanted to!”
“You want to?”
“Hell yeah! They killed my brother!”
I think I could use this little motha fucker as bait.
“How old are you?”
“I’ll be fourteen in three weeks. I know where they hang at. I just need a pistol.”
I thought about it for a few more seconds. “Alright. I might be able to help you out.”
“Bet!”
“Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do
whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do
whatcha gonna do when they come for you?”
Chapter 19
Detective Malone
“Okay, shut the hell up so I can properly brief y’all on what our next assignment is. This will be operation E.S.C.” I looked around the room to see if I had everyone’s attention.
“My informant has briefed me, so now I can fill you all in. In the past two months, there have been three murders, several robberies, and a series of other crimes that are now on my radar. Rumor has it; these four little perps have been running around robbing and murdering people. I have a big problem with that. I could give a rat’s ass if they kill each other. Less work for us.”
I could hear a few chuckles in the room.
“The problem is that they are supposedly responsible for the double homicide in that bank robbery in Hammond, Indiana. Now I got the chief sniffing up my ass and I don’t like that. My ass is off limits!”
A rookie by the name of House spoke up, “Boss, ain’t Indiana out of our jurisdiction?”
“Yeah, but we are gonna do what we can to help them out and keep the chief far away from my ass. Besides those little bastards are from our district. Now my informant says that she knows the perps really well. They are believed to be armed and dangerous.”
Just as I was finishing up my speech, the dispatcher called.
“All units available, we have a possible 187 in progress. Please respond to 8415 South Marquette. Neighbors have rep
orted shots fired.”
House was the first to speak, “Boss, ain’t that the house that had that shootout a few days ago?”
“Yeah, and it’s your time to show me what you got, rookie!”
I dismissed the officers and made my way to my office for some privacy.
“Hello, this is Malone. Did you give him the address? Okay. Don’t do shit until you hear from me. Bitch listen to me. Shut the fuck up then. I’ll pay you when I know the job is done.”
I sat down at my desk and I had to shake my damn head. All my life, I wanted to be a cop. You know the ‘protect and serve’ kind of cop. I worked my ass off as a rookie. Then I became a Lieutenant and then a Homicide Detective. I followed the rules and what do I get in return? A bunch of ungrateful motherfuckers in this city. The harder I work, the more I see how ungrateful my own department can be. The pay is on a check-to-check basis. I can’t live like that, so I turned to the dark side.
My best informant was found dead in a garage a few weeks ago. That shit really hurt my pockets. Now I’m dealing with his woman. She claims to have solid information on the Eastside Crazy Crew. I want that money they stole from Pancho. I’m not going to stop until I body their little asses.
I got up from my desk ready to respond to the Marquette call when my phone rings.
“Hello.”
“Boss, you need to get over here now!”
“I’m on my way. What’s wrong?”
“You’ll never believe who’s on the stretcher fighting for her life!”
“Who dammit?”
“Just get here, Boss! If she makes it, all hell is gonna break loose!”
“Fuck!”
“Let a nigga try me, try me
I’mma kill his whole mafucking family
and I ain’t playing with nobody
fuck around and I’mma catch a body!”
Chapter 20
Lil Mama
“Hi, you’ve reached Boo. Leave a message.”
“Bitch, how you going to tell me to come get you and now you not answering the phone.” I hung up mad as fuck! I hate that shit! I got so many thoughts running through my head right now. I know that she’s about to tell me that she’s back in the game. Ugggh! I’m frustrated. When she was on, it was love. We didn’t have to worry about money, but fuck I’m on parole. Federal parole at that.
“What the fuck?” I pulled up on the block and there were police and ambulances everywhere. I tried to find a parking spot when I hear my name. “Lil Mama, get out! Get out!” I see my niece’s friend running up to my car. “What the hell is going on?”
She’s breathing so hard that I can barely understand her. “Calm down! Now tell me what’s wrong!”
“Somebody shot Boo!”
That’s all she got out of her mouth before I pushed her little ass out my way and took off running full speed up the block. I made it to her yard before a police officer grabbed me. “Ma’am, you can’t go in there.”
“Let me go! That’s my sister’s house!”
He wasn’t letting up so that shit sent me through the roof. “LET ME THE FUCK GO! WHERE’S MY SISTER?” I’m screaming at the top of my lungs when the paramedics bring my sister out on a stretcher.
“BOO? BOO, WHO DID THIS? SIS, WAKE UP PLEASEEEE!”
My pleas went on deaf ears because she wasn’t responding. “Let me go, please! She fucking need me!” Now I’m jumping up and down acting a damn fool because this pussy ass police won’t let me go.
“Ma’am, I’mma cuff you if you don’t calm down!”
I let them load her up into the ambulance. “A, Woodie get my car and follow the ambulance!” I got ready to try to get in the ambulance when the paramedic grabbed me. “Let me go! I’m riding with my sister!”
He looked down and then back at me. “Ma’am, she’s nonresponsive.”
I’m having a hard time understanding what he’s saying. “She needs me! Let me ride with her, please?” The last thing I heard before I saw black was, “I’m sorry, but she’s gonna be DOA.”
(LJ)
Man, shit’s been crazy this whole summer. Within two months, I met a chick; fell in love with her, accidently helped her and her besties rob a bank, and witnessed a few murders. The little chick and her besties came up in a major way. I haven’t seen a chick more about that life, but man Joe, with the good came the bad. My best friend is in the hospital fighting for his life. We got this crazy ass nigga, Big Moe on the prowl. Both of his cousins are dead because of somebody in our crew.
I need my homie to get right. We got this money to make. We also need to find Big Moe and send his ass on a one-way ticket to hell. My Auntie Boo blessed us with her Jamaican connect. That’s a boss bitch, for real! Man, I swear that lady is untouchable. With her back in the game, I’m sure we’re about to hit that millionaire status sooner than later. I’m really trying to make enough dough so my boo Ju can relax and finish school. I don’t want her out here in these streets doing all this crazy shit.
I got a feeling that her little ass got turned out to this bullshit. It doesn’t help when her three best friends are all about that life. I have never seen three young chicks that go so hard. Sadly, murder is a part of that equation.
When I saw ReRe shoot that lady at the bank, I was stuck. But, what took the icing on the cake was when my girl popped Boogie’s ass with no hesitation. I’ve been in the streets for a minute and I have never level a nigga down. I never had to. I know for a fact that I’mma pop Big Moe’s ass.
“Excuse me Sir; your friend wants to see you.” “Thank you.”
I walk back to Poohman’s room happy to see my boy sitting up on his own. That bullet to the stomach fucked him up. It hit a few organs and now it’s logged in his back a few inches from his spinal cord.
“What it do?”
“Bro, she gone,” he said crying.
I looked at his ass as if he was on fire. I have never seen Poohman cry. I instantly started crying. “Who’s gone?” I shoulda sat down had I known what he was about to say. Maybe I wouldn’t have hurt myself because what he said brought me to my knees, hard!
“Auntie Boo! He shot her! She’s gone, Jaw!”
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