I'll Die For You, Homie

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Delontae

May 22, 2000

"When you gon' take care of this nigga, Weasel, mane?" Reese asks me as we bag up the rocks we just cooked. "My nigga AJ just got out last night from a raid."

"Since he out, I know y'all on ya p's and q's." I say low, focused on the task at hand.

"Yeah, but this shit too much work. Nigga Weasel just out here telling it on the fuckin' mountain. Singin' like a damn canary."

I chuckle lightly at him. "Don't trip, you know his mama finna be buying her black dress soon, my nigga."

"Yeah, I know. Only I wish it was yesterday." He says and we both laugh lightly.

"Patience is a virtue, my nigga."

"Yeah, yeah."

We make light convo for the next hour and a half until Knox showed up. The only thing I been doing is counting money and bagging dope. I don't move shit at all. Hell, I even been putting in more hours at my shop to throw it all off. I have to stay all the way under the radar because of Weasel and my recent release.

Plus the team been being extra precautious, because Weasel know it's getting dry for him out here and the shit he selling weak as a hoe. I been having the guys move around to different locations once a week and don't nothing stay in a trap house at all. We cleaning the shit every night. It's less sleep, but ain't nobody tryna go to jail for getting it how they live. We still dominating shit even though we got a small unit, and I'm playing it low.

"I'm out y'all. Keep me posted on any bullshit, and as long as y'all keep playin' it smart y'all will stay outta jail."

"I wish you'd just let me kill his ass already." Knox says. Him and Boomthie are my live wires. Knox is the chill type, Boomthie the hype type. They both kill though. They are definitely a necessity in this lifestyle.

"In due time my nigga. Don't none of us need to be locked up."

"I'm lethal with my shit, blood."

"I hear you, fam. Ain't gon' be too much longer though. I promise. I'm gone though," I chunk the deuce as I walk out.

"Already," I hear as I walk out the door.

I make my way straight to the connect to talk business. I need to plan my leave from trapping. Mother fuckers get trapped in this life and I don't want that for me at all. I'm trying to make this transition as smooth as possible.

Don't take me too long to get to them. Could be because I was focused on my thoughts. I park and hop out. Of course I check my surroundings beforehand—can never be too careful.

"¿Que pasa, wey?" I greet Paco as he lets me in.

"¿Que pasa?" He greets back, standing up to embrace me for a second. "Tu amigo me esta hablando."

"Yo le voy cuidarlo." I tell him as we separate from the bro hug.

"¿Que rapido vas a pueder a cuidarlo? Tu sabes nosotros no jodemos con chismosos."

"En tiempo. No mas estoy esperando para un buen tiempo y lugar."

"What happened to study long study wrong, my nigga?" He asks me laughing. "Nah but for real, deja me saber si necesita ayuda."

"Orale, wey," we clap up to seal the deal. "Let's get down to this bi'ness real quick though."

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I make my way up to the condo after meeting up with my plug so I could shower. It's not even officially summer time and it's already too fucking hot outdoors. My nuts are sticking to my leg.