Bury Me a G 4

by Tranay Adams

  CHAPTER TWO

  1997 Present

  “Haa! Haa! Haa! Haa! Haa!” Lavell bent the corner of the block running as fast as he could, shiny from perspiration. Sweat dripped from the corner of his brow and he had a frightened expression across his face. He tripped and fell, but quickly scrambled to his feet, running off in a hurry again. “Oh shit, oh shit, niggaz is tryna kill me!”

  Urrrrrk! The sound of tires squealing could be heard at the end of the block, where Lavell had bent the corner running from. Right after, there was a small white car that followed behind him; its driver had nearly lost control of the vehicle and crashed it. The vehicle was in a hurry to catch up with, you guessed it, that nigga Lavell. The car was in the background as the frightened man ran for his life, but it was hurriedly gaining ground on him. Blatatatatatatatatatat! A fifteen year old Tiaz hung half way out of the back window of the white car, which was a ’93 Hyundai Elantra. He had a chrome Uzi .9mm pointed in Lavell’s direction and was spitting hot fire at that ass. Tiaz’ eyelids narrowed into slits as his automatic weapon jerked violently from its quick bursts of fire, sending empty shell casings flying everywhere. The young nigga wore a Houston Astros cap low over his brows and an orange bandana over the lower half of his face. The black sunglasses he had on concealed his eyes. There wasn’t anyone on earth that knew who he was, short of God Almighty. “You hit ‘em yet? You hit ‘em?” Threat asked from behind the wheel of the compact vehicle. He wore the same disguise as his comrade.

  “Nah, I didn’t get that bitch ass nigga.” Tiaz announced to his main man. He then watched as Lavell continued his sprinting, seeing him near a gate of a vacant lot. The lot was full of tall dead grass the color of hay. “Nigga ‘bouta hit the gate! Pull up and I’ma hop out; cut his black ass in half!” He settled back down in the seat and held on to the door’s handle. He scowled as he waited for the right time to hop out and get busy with his tool. “Alright,” Threat mashed the gas pedal, building up speed in the Hyundai. The cars lined up on either side of the block looked like blurs the car was driving past them so fast.

  Urrrrrk!

  Threat slammed on the brakes and brought the compact vehicle to a skidding halt. As soon as the car ceased movement, Tiaz hopped out of the car with his Uzi held up at his shoulder. He was just in time to see Lavell landing on the other side of the gate on his bending knees, taking off running as fast as he could. Homeboy was moving so fast that Tiaz could see the bottom of his sneakers. The heels of his sneakers were hitting him in his rear end.

  Tiaz ran over to the gate and took a look all around him. There wasn’t any one in sight that could testify against him. Seeing that the coast was clear, he stuck the barrel of his Uzi through one of the openings of the gate. Closing one eye, he took aim and gripped the automatic weapon steadily. Tiaz’ heart thudded inside of his chest and his adrenaline rushed the blood throughout his body. He wasn’t nervous because he’d given a nigga the business before. Killing had become easy to him after he got the third tombstone under his belt. Having lined up his weapon’s sight with a fleeing Lavell’s back, Tiaz took a deep breath and pulled the trigger back. Click! Tiaz’ forehead crinkled and he looked at his Uzi. The goddamn thing had jammed up on him. Fuck! Looking up and seeing Lavell escaping, he tried to un-jam it as quickly as he could, but it wouldn’t budge. Looking back up, he saw that his victim was far away and almost to the other gate on the opposite side. If he hit this gate then he would surely get away, and he couldn’t have that shit. Nuh unh!

  Tiaz went running back toward the Hyundai in a hurry, looking around again to guarantee that he wasn’t being watched. He jumped back into the backseat and slammed the door shut behind him. Threat took off, racing down the block as if he was in a high speed chase. “What’s up? Why you didn’t pop that nigga?” Threat questioned him, looking back and forth between the rearview mirror at Tiaz and the windshield, as he sped down the residential street. “This whack as Uzi jammed up on me, man. Don’t wet it though, bro. He finna hit the next fence so he’ll be on the next block. Punch out and catch up with his ass before he gets away.” Tiaz informed him as he continued to try to un-jam the Uzi.

  “I got chu faded.” He gave him a nod and punched out, mashing the gas pedal further. The red hand on the speedometer swept around the circle. The Hyundai blew past the cars and houses aligning both sides of the block. The vehicle neared the right side of the street heading towards the corner. Urrrrrrrk! Threat made a tight turn that nearly flipped the Hyundai over, leaving it on three wheels for a second before it came back down on the black top. Threat mashed the brake pedal a little as he bent the corner of the next block. He mashed the gas pedal again and the red hand hastily made its way around the speedometer.

  Vroooooom! Woop! Woop! Woop! Woop! The air surrounding the small car sounded as it went flying down the street. It past several cars and houses making them look like flashes of color on either side of the car. Threat looked to the left side of the windshield and saw Lavell climbing over to the other side of the gate. “He’s coming up now!” He stated to Tiaz, glancing up at the rearview mirror. He reached between the console and the driver seat and pulled out a Glock .40. The handgun had an extended magazine, and it was as long as a measuring ruler. “Alright, man, fuck it!” Tiaz sat the Uzi aside since he couldn’t get the mothafucka to function. His gloved hand took a .9mm Beretta off his waistline. He cocked the bitch and scooted closer to the passenger door so that he could hop out once they were up on Lavell’s monkey ass. Lavell landed on his bending knees and looked to his right, seeing the Hyundai speeding towards him. He took off running, and before he knew it he was being stuck by his enemy’s car. Upon impact, Lavell’s L.A fitted cap went up into the air. He rolled over the hood of the car and crashed to the street. Wincing, he scrambled back upon his feet and kept on running. He would be in some hell of a pain once his adrenaline wore off, but that was the least of his concerns, his black ass was trying to stay alive. In the background, Tiaz and Threat were hopping out of the Hyundai which they left parked in the middle of the street. They were on Lavell’s heels as he made hurried foot steps towards a mini market/ apartment. His gold chains jumped up and down around his neck as he ran forward. His face and arms were glistening. His sweating had caused the wife beater he wore underneath his white T-shirt to be visible. He was exhausted, but there wasn’t any way in hell he was stopping to catch his breath. To do so would be suicide with the two young thugs on his ass like stink on shit. Lavell crossed the threshold into the store with Tiaz and Threat at his rear. He ran down the aisle throwing down racks of candy and potato chips to slow his pursuers down. “Lock the door behind you, my nigga, and hold it down! I’ll get this punk ass nigga!” Tiaz jumped and hopped over the spilled racks of goods that were scattered over the floor. Behind him, Threat did like he said and turned the Open sign over to the Closed side. He then turned his gun on the clerk behind the counter. The terrified man threw his hands up in the air quickly, afraid of being shot down in his own store. “Who else up in here?” Threat asked as he approached, keeping his gun pointed at his chest. “No...no one.” the man visibly trembled. “If you lying, that’s gone be yo’ ass,” he warned. “I swear to God.” Meanwhile, Lavell kicked open a door at the back of the store and ran up a flight of steps. As he made his way up the staircase, all that could be seen was his silhouette and the lighting of the establishment shining at his back. Making it up the staircase to a chipped green apartment door upstairs, Lavell noticed that the door was cracked open. He shoved the door open and it banged off of the wall. Crossing the threshold, his head whipped from left to right looking for somewhere to run. When he looked to the window and saw the fire escape, he ran over to it and tried to pry it open. “Ah, ah, ah, bitch nigga, not so fast,” the menacing voice coming from behind Lavell froze him dead in his tracks. With his back to the apartment door, he slowly raised his hands up in the air. “There you go, girlfriend, now turn yo’ mark ass around!” On his command, Lavell did just like he w
as told. Now that he was facing Tiaz, beads of sweat ran down his face and the back of his neck. “Come on, youngsta, you ain’t gotta do this. Whatever that nigga Cordell paying you, I’ll double it...fuck it, I’ll triple it. Just let me go, fam!” “Nigga, you know damn well yo’ pockets ain’t as swoll’ as Boss Dawg’s. If they were you wouldn’t be working for him in the first place.” Lavell had made the mistake of slinging his own work in place of Cordell’s, the neighborhood dopeman, and the nigga he worked for. Cordell had been suspicious of the money he’d been getting recently from that particular spot. This was because he wasn’t getting the normal amount of money that he usually gets from it. This was strange, very strange considering all of his other crack houses were doing the numbers that they were supposed to. Coming to the conclusion that something was definitely up, Cordell sent a crackhead over to his spot to cop drugs. When he came back with what Lavell had given him, the gangsta compared the product to his own. He then had the junkie smoke the shit in front of him. He tried the rock that he’d copped off Lavell and then the rock that Cordell had for him. The crack he’d smoked that Lavell had served him had too much bacon soda on it while the one Cordell gave him was pure. This was because the crack king didn’t put any cut on his product. He served his shit to the hood raw and uncut. It was from this, and through further investigation, that he confirmed that Lavell’s trifling ass was on some shady shit.

  “Mannnn, you must ain’t know I...” “Save it, fam,” Tiaz told him from behind the trigger. At that moment, he heard hurried footsteps coming up the staircase loud and clear. He didn’t even bother to turn around because he knew that it was his man, fifty grand, Threat. Threat came to stand beside his homeboy with his gun out by his side. “You straight, Crimey?” He looked from Tiaz to Lavell. “Yeah, I’m straight. What chu do with ol’ boy down there at the register?” Tiaz inquired, keeping his banga and his eyes on Lavell’s scary ass. If homie made one move then he was going to send some hot shit flying at that ass. “I locked the door down stairs and hog tied his ass. I also ripped the phone cord out of the wall to make sure he can’t call nobody, even if he does get loose.” “My nigga,” Tiaz chuckled. “That’s why you my goon, you stay on the money. I fucks with chu.” “I fucks with you even harder. You know how we do,” Threat dapped up his main man. “Now, as for this fat faggot,” Tiaz mad dogged Lavell. The imitating expression on his face made Lavell trembled. He looked up to the ceiling and made a silent prayer to God. “Boss Dawg wants us to make an example out of him.” “Then let’s make an example, my nigga.” Threat pointed his Glock at Lavell. “Obliged,” Tiaz tucked his Beretta at the small of his back and started in Lavell’s direction, cracking the knuckles on both of his hands. He had a plan in mind, but he knew his bitch ass was going to buck against him when he set it in motion. This is why he had to beat that ass into submission. Lavelle was as scared as a church house mouse when Tiaz walked up on him. His eyes were big and his bottom lip trembled, not knowing what he planned on doing to him. He was caught off guard when the young nigga punched him in the gut and knocked the wind out of him. When he doubled over, the young nigga punched him in the opposite side. He followed up with a punch on the chin that dropped his big ass on his hands and knees. Once he was there, Tiaz worked his ass over. He stomped, kicked and punched him. By the time he had finished, his forehead was sweaty and his knuckles were bloody.

  “Help me grab this mothafucka, Crim.” Tiaz scowled and grabbed Lavell by the back of his collar, dragging him towards the window. The man struggled to get loose as he thrashed his legs.

  “What chu about to do with ‘em?” Threat tucked his gun at the small of his back and advanced in his crime partner’s direction.

  “I’m finna toss his bitch ass off the roof,” he replied. Hearing this, Lavell’s eyelids snapped open and his heart thudded hard as fuck in his chest. He hollered out for help and thrashed his legs harder, but his efforts were useless. Whether he wanted to or not he was going to be thrown off the roof of the apartment. Tiaz gritted his teeth as he tried to lift open the window. It took him three good tugs, but he finally managed to open it. Reaching down, he grabbed the back of Lavell’s shirt and began pulling him up to his feet. Looking at his face he could see that his left eye was swollen shut and his nose was broken. He’d given the man quite the beating and was contemplating on giving him another one.

  “Wait, man, wait...” Lavell pleaded.

  “Mothafuck a wait, nigga, you pulled some punk shit, so now yo’ ass gotta get dealt with.” Tiaz grabbed Lavell by one arm and Threat grabbed him by the other. The man dropped his weight and made it harder for the young niggaz to carry him.

  “Get up! Get cho punk ass up!” Threat ordered. When homeboy wouldn’t move, he and Tiaz punched, stomped and kicked him until he was barely conscious and battered. Specs of his blood speckled the wall surrounding the window.

  “Help me carry this fat fuck out on to the fire escape.” Tiaz told Threat. They both grabbed two limbs each. Lavell was so out of it that his eyelids were narrowed into slits and his head bobbled about. He moaned in pain, unable to stop his pending fate.

  “Got ‘em,” Threat said, having grasped their victim’s arm and leg. Tiaz and Threat carried Lavelle out of the fire escape and on to the roof of the apartment. The man was three-hundred and thirty-five pounds so they were sweaty and out of breath from lumbering him. Finally, they had made it to the ledge of the roof top.

  “Alright, now, on the count of three, we’re gonna toss his big ass over this mothafucka,” Tiaz gritted his teeth, struggling to hold Lavell up.

  “Got cha,” Threat also gritted his teeth, beads of sweat sliding down his face. The sun was beaming brightly on all three of them, casting a rainbow through its florescent rays.

  “Okay,” Tiaz and Threat rocked Lavell back and forth as they prepared to toss him off the rooftop. “One, two...”

  “Huh?” Lavell snapped awake, looking around with bulging eyes and a wide open mouth. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the streets below and the automobiles passing through them. He also saw the neighboring houses, power-lines, clouds and pigeons flying across the sky. He was afraid of heights, so the ground appeared further down than it was and he felt nauseated. “Wait! What the fuck are you doing?”

  “Three!” Tiaz called out as he and his crime partner went to toss Lavell off the roof. Just as they released him, he grabbed Threat’s jean’s leg and held on for dear life. He was almost three times the young nigga’z size so his dead weight was dragging him toward the edge of the rooftop.

  “Lemme go, bitch!” Threat clenched his jaws and kicked Lavell in the face repeatedly as he held on to him. Lavell squeezed his eyelids shut and tried to turn his head, but the kicks came back to back. “Aaahhhhh! Aaahhhh!” Lavelle hollered aloud, taking kicks to the face from Tiaz as well. He felt himself getting dizzy but he knew that if he let go then he was going to freefall. “Let the homie go, let ‘em go!” Tiaz kicked and kicked him as hard as he could. The son of a bitch wouldn’t release Threat’s jean’s leg though. “Fuck this shit,” Tiaz pulled out his Beretta and pointed it at Lavell’s skull. When the big man saw the deadly end of the weapon pointed at him, his eyelids stretched wide open and he gasped. Instinctively, he let go of Threat’s jean’s leg and plummeted toward the streets below.

  Lavell screamed at the top of his lungs. His mouth was stretched so wide open that you could see his cavities and his uvula, which was shaking from the intense volume of his voice. He flailed his meaty arms and kicked his legs wildly. The air from his fall rushed up from beneath him ruffling his shirt, causing his twin gold chains to float up in the air. “Aaahhhhhhhh!” Lavell’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets. He screamed so loud that he went hoarse. His heart dropped and his stomach turned as he stared down below. It looked like the street was flying up toward him fast. Poppp! Snappp! Crackkk! Snappp! Lavell’s legs impacted the street and broke in halves. He lay on the black top, on his back, staring up
at the power-line above him, tears dancing in his eyes. The sun shined down on the silhouettes of three pigeons sitting on the power-line. A second later, a fourth pigeon landed on the line. “Ahhh, fuck, my legs, my fucking legs!” Lavell hollered out in excruciating pain. He lay awkwardly in the streets with his legs twisted at funny angles and their broken bones poking out of them. Meanwhile, Threat lay on his back on the rooftop of the apartment. He stared up into the sky breathing hard, and thankful that Lavell hadn’t pulled him down with him. The young nigga lifted up his sunglasses and pulled his orange bandana down from around the lower half of his face. He did this so that he could breathe easier. A silhouette eclipsed him as he lay where he was on the rooftop. It was Tiaz. He outstretched his hand and pulled Threat to his feet. The young nigga dusted his self off and picked up his Glock, tucking it back on him. “You okay, my nigga?” Tiaz asked with concern. “I’m straight, Crimey. Good looking out.” He dapped him up and gave him a gangsta hug. Tiaz and Threat ran over to the edge of the rooftop and looked down below. They found Lavell lying in the street with his legs lying at funny angles underneath him. They could also hear him still hollering out in pain. Hearing police sirens approaching from a distance, Tiaz nudged his partner in crime and they retreated from off the rooftop. Once they made it downstairs, they popped the trunk and dumped him inside of it. Slamming the trunk shut, Tiaz and Threat sped off down the street.