Streetz

Chapter 1

                                   BT  
               January 4
                                12:00 AM

"All the money in the back room and the bricks in the kitchen floor" "go in shooting fuck these niggas" "long as we get the money and bricks ion give a fuck how we do it" "fuck how it turn out let's go" "BT" "BT" "BT" we hopped out the truck all black strapped up ready for a nigga to get wrong, ready to take a life, we ran up to the house kicked in the door shooting any and everything if it move it get hit. "Hit the back closet" I ran to the kitchen while Jay and Chris went to back to get the money I seen a nigga trying to sneak out the back I put two in his head and two in his chest then pulled up the floor board.

I'm stuffing brick after brick in my bag as jay and Chris come running in to help "how many we got nigga?" "10 let's set this bitch out" We poured gasoline all over the house and lit a fire before running out, as we ran to the truck I heard police sirens in the distance I hope they know what they getting into, we real street niggas we don't get caught either we gone die with this shit or they gone die with this shit. I looked in the rear view and seen a police car behind us "aye nigga be straight 12 behind us" "fuck aight ima bust this left" "naw nigga they gone turn them lights on" soon as we turn" jay said  "fuck it bust that hoe I got some for they ass" Chris turned on the next street and all you seen was blue  I instantly started shooting out the window as Chris hit the gas

"Go nigga bust this right go to Moore Ave" "nigga that shit hot since they found tonio up there" "fuck hit cedar grove" as Chris raced trying to lose the car I'm still shooting out the window letting off shot after shot till I finally seen his car come to a stop "I think I hit that nigga let's go be out" "ahhh that nigga can shoot now" "nigga fuck you I only missed one shot and that's cause I was off a perc" we all busted out laughing thinking when we went to a party all I wanted to do was have fun but of course nothing went planner. Jay was fucking some nigga girl in the back room  and her nigga showed up saying he gone kill whoever fucking with his girl and us being loyal friends we had to beat his and his partners ass but of course niggas don't wanna take a L or be embarrassed niggas wanna shoot so we had to shoot back and I missed all cause of a fucking perk,  so all they do is make jokes about it I mean we hit that nigga later that night but still. We pulled up to a abandoned building putting everything in another car we stole earlier tonight, then we set  the truck on fire, "how much money we hit for" I asked "I think it's $75,000" jay said smiling "nigga a whole 75 bands plus ten bricks we straight out here on my mama" "just gotta lay low with this shit keep letting the young niggas push the weed and slowly move in on the brick game, we dont need nobody looking for us." "they can look they gone get hit too fuck how it turn out BT forever nigga" we all yelled BT which stood for Bread Team it's just something we came up with freshman year and it stuck

We pulled up to one of our stash houses on the west side of Sawara, counted the money and tested the coke to make sure it was authentic "how much we got Jay?" "85 bands" I jumped up "85 bands and ten bricks nigga that's 335 bands shit more if we hit high pointe and Lena road and finesse" "nigga we fucking paid, fuck it we hitting the mall tomorrow gotta flex on niggas before the club open" Chris said dancing "I'm walking up to Kim tomorrow like yea hoe I'm better now ion need ya so f-f-fuck you" I said imitating blac youngsta. Everybody busted out laughing and started dancing like youngsta. "Aye but for real if Keisha see you talking to another female she gone kill y'all" "ian worried about her ass but you know what? You right let me keep being faithful".

We split the money up and put the coke in the ceiling and went our separate ways we trusted each other enough to not come back and steal it, we basically family been together since 6th grade, this street shit just kinda fell in our lap, we did it to have money to go to the movies and go skating but when we started making real money and getting jewelry and seen it made the hoes go crazy we decided to keep it going now we 22 and got a name in these streets, we got some young niggas moving weed here and there but when this coke jump them young niggas gone have to step up, we don't hire nobody to kill for us we like to keep that between the three of us, so we know if we get a murder charge we ain't got to worry about nobody folding.