Blocc Chytt

By T.L. Beckworth

Three brothers, same mother and same father, all riding for the same cause and are very loyal to one another. Gang banging is what they do to the fullest and respect is what they've earned. Hustling is a way of life and the women come with the territory.

The middle brother, Young Duece, is the most hated, the most loved, and the most feared in the Denver city streets. He fears no one, but he doesn't let it go to his head. The ones that despise him the most are the ones that are within his blocc. Some of his so called homeboys even want him dead and will stop at nothing to lay him down.

Is Young Deuce ready for the unexpected or will he simply be caught off guard? Anything goes when you live and thrive on this BLOCC CHYTT!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 14, 2011
• ISBN: 9781467038850

T.L. Beckworth

Troy L. Beckworth is an author, music writer and underground rapper. He was born and raised in Denver,Colorado where he still resides with his wife and five children. Upcoming projects are BLOCC CHYTT II and OPPOSITES ATTRACT.

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© 2011 by T.L. Beckworth. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 09/28/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4670-3886-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4670-3885-0 (ebk)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011917041

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Prologue

It was a Tuesday afternoon, I had just gotten out of school. It was the last day of the semester, which was the beginning of summer vacation. I already had a job, but I wanted to hang out with my homies. My mother didn’t like the idea of it, she didn’t want me to get in any trouble and that’s when my brother agreed to look after me, which I really didn’t have a problem with.

However, everywhere in my city, Denver, CO, there is some sort of gang or some sort of organization. I myself am affiliated with the East Side Crips. I’ve been banging for four years now and my homies call me Young Deuce. Big Deuce is my brother. He’s twenty three years old. His government name is DaiVaughn and he was named after our father. I also have a younger brother. His name is Daishaud. Right after moms gave birth to him, our nothing ass daddy wanted nothing to do with us.

Now my mom, she’s a solja! She raised us by herself. Even though she was always working, she always made time for her children. After all of her hard work and long hours, she was rewarded and now she owns three hair salons and manages The DoubleTree Hotel. Ever since my daddy walked out on his family, Deuce has played the role of a father at a young age. Though he was running the streets when he was supposed to be watching Daishaud and I, I still respected him as a man because he lightened our mother’s load. I’m really not sure is she was aware of him hustling, but the boy was getting money and he schooled me at a young age.

One Wednesday afternoon, I had just gotten home from school. After doing all of my homework and I wanted to play my Sony Playstation. When I turned on the living room light, there was money scattered all over the table. I knew that Deuce had Chyna Doll over, because his bedroom door was closed. Some of the money had already been counted and stacked neatly, so I figured that he was counting it before he got distracted. Taking it upon myself, I counted the money in each stack. There was twenty five hundred in all three stacks. Once I counted the money, arranging it the way he did, I carefully took each stack and wrapped a blue rubber band round them. From watching numerous movies, I knew what the shoebox was for and after placing the money inside of it, I wrote the amount on a piece of my notebook paper.

Later that evening, my brother recounted the money. I wasn’t aware of him doing so, because I was outside playing. When the street lights came on, it was time for me to go inside. Just as I was coming home, my brother and Chyna Doll were leaving. Aye lil’ nigga!, My brother called out, I need to holla at ‘chu when I get back, so don’t take yo ‘lil ass to sleep! From the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes, I thought he was mad at me for touching his money. When it was all said and done, he wasn’t even mad. He was actually intrigued by me counting so much money. Before he left my bedroom, he told me that I had a job, then he gave me fifty dollars and told me not to spend it. Ever since that day, I started stacking money. I had no reason to spend it because my brothers and I were spoiled.

At the age of thirteen, I started claiming my brothers hood. Shortly after that, I got quoted, making it official. By the age of fourteen, I had a body under my belt and when it came to putting in work, I was always on the front line. After gathering a few stripes, my main focus was gettin’ money. My brother was sittin’ on chickens, so I was In like Flint.

When it came to pussy, I was a FUCKING machine. After runnin’ through females in the neighborhood, I went elsewhere. I was always attracted to this one particular female. Almost every single day we were around one another. My brother dated her cousin, which made us very close. And when the two of them wanted to be alone, we were forced to be alone. Eventually we started dating and she played her position well. She knew how to get down and I knew how she got down. Her name was Jessika Freeman. She was black and Korean. She was southern, she was hood, and she knew that she was gorgeous. Her body was tremendous and what I loved was her lips. Her eyes were very beautiful and her hair hung low to the middle of her back. She was almost two years older than me, but she loved me to death. There’s really no reason for me to front, because I loved her too. My mother really adored her and hated that we broke up. But I was young, runnin the streets and cheating on her. I was caught up in this BLOCC CHYTT!.

Chapter 1

Young Deuce

As I set out on the porch, I smoked a blunt. About a quarter ’til noon, I got a call from some broad. I hadn’t recognized her voice, but the number was familiar. Come to find out, it was my cousin’s girl and her words were very disturbing.

Y.D., this is Candice…, she took a short breath, Lil Trouble just got shot and he’s bleeding all over the place!

Hanging up in her face, I ran in the house. Once I grabbed my keys and my pistol, I rolled out. When I made it over to Candice’s house, the police was already there, so I parked at the corner and walked the rest of the way. As I headed towards the door, an officer blocked my path and as I went to step around him, he pressed his hand against my chest.

I don’t mean no disrespect, but a man has been shot. This is now a crime scene and I cannot allow you to enter.

What the fuck do you mean you can’t allow me to enter? That’s my cousin in there shot! I tried explaining myself.

While arguing with the officer, he became more aggressive. If it wasn’t for his partner, he would’ve me with his stun gun. He did actually threaten to do so two or three times, and being that I’m a hothead, I called his bluff. After his partner, Sgt. Lindsy Dianz, told him I could go in, I stepped around him and looked at him crazy. Inside Candice’s mother’s house, the living room was fully furnished. There was paintings of African American leaders on the wall, such as Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X, and Harriett Tubman. Even the upholstery and other accessories were color coordinated with the furniture. As soon as Lil Trouble seen me step through the door, he sat up on the sofa revealing his pearly whites. Within a matter of seconds, I knew his injuries weren’t life threatening. So I decided to fuck with him by talkin’ a little shit.

I see you got jokes, He growled from the pain. Now feeling relieved as the paramedics rushed in. Wasting no time at all, they did what they do best, then they rolled my cousin out of the house on what I call a rollin’ death bed. Yelling after the paramedics, I asked where they was taking him, but they never bothered to respond, which slightly irritated me.

When Candice’s homegirl, Miya, who I’ve been dating for a while now, ran through the door, she was instructed to lock up the house. Candice, on the other hand, went with Lil Trouble. Waiting for Miya to lock up the house, I stepped out on the porch and stared at the nosy neighbors. There was muthafuckas from the next two blocks up on this one block, trying to see what was happenin.’

Now standing next to me, Miya spoke softly, I locked up everything and I’m ready when you are. Stepping off the porch, still looking at the neighbors, I spotted two of my enemies, Lil Half Dead and Lil B-Rabbit. Both of them were Bloods and we’ve had several altercations which gave me the impression that they had something to do with the shooting. As I stepped off the porch with Miya by my side, I stared in their direction until forced to look the other way. Not really knowing if they were behind Lil Trouble getting shot, I headed towards my car wishing I knew who did it.

Now behind the wheel of my Monte Carlo SS, I reached under my seat removing my pistol, stuck the key in the ignition, and glanced over at Miya… she was putting her hair in a ponytail and hadn’t noticed me looking at her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a car approaching and when I looked in it’s direction, I instantly knew who it was. The car belonged to Lil Half Dead. It was candy painted cherry red, the rims were twenty inches and the cleanest I-ROC I’ve ever seen. The car came to a halt from the opposite direction. Lil Half Dead stuck his arm out the window.

What up, Blood?, he threw up the ‘B’, Long time, No see… We got some unfinished business.

Yeah nigga, You right. I pointed my weapon.

At the sight of my P-7 Heckler and Koch, he stepped on the gas, causing the tires to spin around. By the time they gripped the pavement, I had fired two shots. The first bullet entered the driver’s door and the second bullet was inches away. Stepping on the gas, I busted a ‘C’. Next thing I know I was in a dangerous pursuit. With eleven more shots, I chased the I-Roc through Park Hill, where it turned into an alleyway and clipped it’s side against the dumpster.

Still driving recklessly, the I-Roc shot out of the alley way on 35th Avenue, with no recognition of oncoming traffic. Following close behind, I handed Miya my pistol and with no hesitation she opened fire on the I-Roc. Flying out of the alley way on 36th Avenue, Lil Half Dead tried to make a quick left, but lost control of his vehicle and slammed into the back of a black Silverado.

I excited the alley on 35th Avenue re-entering from 36th Avenue. I hopped out the car with Miya following me carrying my gun. She ran around to the driver’s side, where she planted two bullets in Lil Half Dead’s back. Making her way to the passenger side where I stood, she saw that the passenger was still conscious. With no where to go, because of the smashed dash board in his lap, she pulled the trigger three times but it only fired once. The one bullet remaining went in and out of his skull, splattering blood all over the interior.

Jogging back to the car, we quickly fled the scene. If it wasn’t for the sound suppressor, the police would’ve been all over the place. Creeping out of the alley, there was no one in sight, so I headed towards Quebec, gradually making my way to the house.

Why you so quiet? I looked over at Miya.

I’m just thinkin’, that’s all.

And what is it that you’re thinkin’ about?

I’m pregnant, Y.D., and I just killed two people. I’m new to all ‘dis, so there is a lot on my mind.

When we got back to the house, I said nothing to Miya. She headed downstairs and I stayed outside. After watching two squirrels play and chase after one another, I pulled out my cellular sending text messages to a few of the homies. After texting Mahogany, my son’s mother, I called my lil’ brother’s cell. I got no answer so I just left him a voice message.

Just as I relit the blunt I had been smoking, Miya stepped outside and took a seat in my lap.

Are you mad at me? she asked.

No, why you say that?

Cause right now you actin’ like it.

And how am I actin’?

You actin like you don’t wanna be bothered. Is that why you sittin’ outside by yo’self?

If I didn’t wanna be bothered I would’ve took yo’ ass home. I figured you wanted to be alone since there’s a lot on yo’ mind.

Now playing with my phone, more like twirlin’ it in her hands, she looked at me and smiled showing her pearly whites. I don’t get you at times, she stared into my eyes, you’re driving me crazy with your mysterious ways.

Am I being too complicated? I rubbed on her thigh.

Yeah you are, and you need to cut it out so I don’t miscarry our baby.

Just as I went to kiss her my cell phone rings and when she put it to her ear, I watched her expression change. With no words at all, she passed me the phone, hopped up, and charged inside like a mad bull.

Hello? I spoke into the phone receiver.

I take it that was yo’ girlfriend that answered the phone. You need to tell that bitch to stop being rude when I call. Unless she wants me to come over there and beat her ass again!

Shut the fuck up, Mahogany. I don’t wanna hear ‘dat shit! You win one little fight and you think you Layla Ali.

Why you hatin’ Y.D? You already know how I get down. I ain’t lost a fight in eight years and that loss was to my brother!

What!? Ain’t nobody hatin’ on you! You ain’t no muthafuckin’ factor and neither is yo’ brother!

Anyways…, She quickly changed the subject, I suppose you only text me to check up on yo son?

Yeah, what he doin’?, I waited for her response.

Right now he’s takin’ a nap, other than that, he’s been behaving.

Can you bring him to me after his nap?

No! But you can come and visit him.

You know what Mahogany? You need to grow the fuck up! Im’ma send my mama over there to get him. I hung up in her face.

Seconds after ending my conversation with Mahogany, the homie, Yung Gryndah, was ringing my phone. While I chopped it up with him, my stomach started growling and if anyone would’ve been around, they would’ve heard my hunger cries. The last meal I had eaten was at seven o’clock this morning. I stopped at McDonald’s before taking Jessika and our daughter home. Our daughter is three years old and her