The Brown Skin Scar Face: Wealth Brings Many Friends Proverbs 19:4

By Joshua Levi Brown

This book will take you on a fast, truly exciting ride. From kingpins of prison to the streets of New York, LA, Atlanta, and Chicago. Four kings are taking over their cities with money and murder! Their names are notorious in the streets. One super fine female, Micki Brown, is trying to take them all down, one by one! However, only the real brown skin scar face will do anything to be the last man standing. Will it be 3Pac, Rosco, Trap, or Bama-G?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Sep 30, 2014
• ISBN: 9781490747255

Joshua Levi Brown

Joshua Levi Brown is the Best Selling Author of LOVE AND FOOTBALL,soon to be Movie, WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND, REAL LIFE ACTION, and THE BROWN SKIN SCAR FACE. He also has Millions of followers on his YouTube channel

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Copyright 2014 Joshua Levi Brown.

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CONTENTS

Preface

Acknowledgements

Foreword

Prologue

Chapter 1 Brown Skin Scar Face

Chapter 2 Put Me On

Chapter 3 The Dirty, Dirty

Chapter 4 Tear The Club Up

Chapter 5 Going Down

Chapter 6 In The Mix

Chapter 7 Chocolate Thunder

Chapter 8 Creeping On A Come Up

Chapter 9 Battle Of The Bootey

Chapter 10 Money Is My Drug

Chapter 11 Rise Up

Chapter 12 Getting It In

Chapter 13 Now I’m Hot

Chapter 14 Gangsta Party

Chapter 15 War Time

Chapter 16 Small World

Chapter 17 Micki’s Mansion

Chapter 18 Nurse Mickens Model And Murder

Chapter 19 Chance Give Me One More Chance

Chapter 20 The Man With The Plan

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Micki Pettis Brown

PREFACE

All of the names and other identifying characters of the people included in this book are totally fictional and purely coincidental, not intentionally talking about anyone I really know or heard about. The stories are fictional.

The actual events are totally Play-Play, and not real life. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, crimes, places or activities are one-hundred percent, strait coincidental.

ENJOY the RIDE, BABY!!!

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

First I want to thank and praise GOD for blessing me with the gift and talent to write with a unique swag and style. I thank my Mom, Apostle Hannah J. Sheppard, and my Beautiful Wife, Micki Brown AKA Micki Pettis, for loving and supporting me. Thanks to the rest of my family and friends. Thank you ALL of my Supporters and ALL Who bought or will buy my books.

Also I would like to give a shout out to The Best Fan and My Facebook Group DBW-Dirty Bird World!

FOREWORD

Joshua’s style of writing is beyond awesome! His words are carefully played together like music. Chosen to inspire, entertain, and encourage readers in a thrilling and unique way!

He makes you feel every word and sucks you deep into the story. Making you feel like you are part of the funny, thrilling, suspenseful, gratifying action that’s packed in the books! All of his books are 100 percent MUST READS!!! BROWN SKIN SCAR FACE will keep you hanging on the edge of your seat!

Sit down! Calm down! Stop jumping! Lol. Is what I had to tell myself after every page. BROWN SKIN SCAR FACE should be a Mega Block Buster Movie! Just like Joshua Levi Brown’s other 3 Amazing, tantalizing, entertaining books: REAL LIFE ACTION, WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND, and LOVE AND FOOTBALL.

BROWN SKIN SCAR FACE shows you that Joshua is still at the TOP of his GAME!!! He is Truly an exceptionally wonderful author with many talents that can’t be described by one word. Like his BAM! BOOM! BANG! BOOP! Sound effects! lol Oh! Plus his female characters DON’T PLAY!!! BROWN SKIN SCAR FACE is Super Good and Super Hood! With the Rawest Characters in the History of Writing! I’m very impressed to see an author use Spanish and Arabic and mix it right in with English like a Sweet Kool Aid flavor. This book is packed with page turning action. Hilarious yet Extremely dangerous and Suspenseful! Put on your roller coaster seat belt, and enjoy the ride! By the way, I’m the Author’s Wife. MICKI BROWN! BOOP!

PROLOGUE

Many men. Many, many, many many men. Wish death on me, LORD I don’t cry no moe. Don’t look to the sky no moe. Have mercy on me . . .

Mr. Pimp City sat on his prison bed with a serious snake, poison look on his face; listening to one of the hardest rap songs ever created, Many Men by 50 Cent.

Pimp was in a zone, after being set up by his so-called best friend: Doing eight years on a ten years prison sentence.

Pow! Pow!

Gunshots blasted off in his head, as he remembered exactly how that crucial set up went down. A vengeful grin slid across his smooth, brown skin as he stared at the picture of his loyal, beautiful wife.

Then! A murdering frown hopped on his face as he thought about the years he missed out on his 3 daughters’ lives. Revenge is the sweetest joy, next to getting . . .

Pack it up! You’re going home, Mr. Pimp City! Warden Chance said, with an exciting beautiful grin on her smooth caramel skin.

One thing I know how to do, and that’s survive, and make money multiply. Mr. Pimp City said in a very low voice. Then he grabbed his photo album, mostly pictures of famous people, his mom, kids and the most loyal, gorgeous, down red female to ever walk the planet.

CHAPTER 1

BROWN SKIN SCAR FACE

Only one thing in life is promised, and that is death. Minister Brown preached. That’s exactly what the 6 years old 3 Pac thought, as he stood in his mother’s doorway.

Barely able to aim the gun. He loved that person so much. No matter how bad people said he was. However, he could not let his favorite parent kill the other parent.

Boom!

Awe! Son! Erica cried and screamed. As little 3 Pac blew Joe Brown’s head completely off his body. Finally ending the chapter on his father, the most notorious drug dealing pimp to ever walk the face of this earth.

Joe Brown was Lucifer, in the human flesh. If the devil ever had a son, it would be Joe Brown. However, his son may be worst.

Come here son! I love you. Erica said, crying. She couldn’t believe what she just woke up to! She was holding her son, so close to her body.

Shoe-be Do woke up. He sat up on his bed, stunned. His step-son blew his real dad’s head clean off his body! However, that was not the surprise. Joe Brown was supposed to be paralyzed!

3 Pac didn’t cry. He didn’t understand how to feel the pain of death.

Daddy! CryMeka ran to her father’s body. She lost it!! She dropped to her knees and cried. The entire scene was painful. A room full of mixed emotions . . .

3 Pac stood there in anger, like the young Shaytan (the devil in Arabic). Erica was upset that her son was a killer. Shoe-be was shocked at everything. CryMeka loved her bad dad . . .

9 Years Later Midnight… In the Stone Mountain Mansion

Onion Head went to visit his mom. A tear of revenge slid down his smooth brown face. His mom’s face was so disfigured, from cuts Erica put on her. Mungie was still beyond fine, with a body like a swimmer, track star, and stripper.

Her face had healed over the years. Mungie and Erica got into a fight over Onion Head’s father, Joe Brown. Onion Head never got to meet his father. Because his brother, 3 Pac, had killed him! Then! 3 Pac’s mom had cut his mom’s face up!

PAY BACK!!!!

Onion Head was going to do one thing before he died: Kill 3 Pac! Right now he was standing over 3 Pac’s mom, with his gun. POW! BOOM!

LaVodka

Was beautiful in every way. Toes were pretty enough for a king to kiss. Her eyes changed colors with her clothes. Today, she was smoking green, counting green, and her eyes were green.

In sha’ llah. This is my last day smoking. LaVodka said, in her personal prayer to Allah. She was on a mission!

California

San Quentin State Prison is the oldest prison in California. Plus, the hardest!!! 100! Bam! He dropped the 400 pounds. Roscoe was done pumping the weights: 400 pounds was like a piece of cake to Roscoe!

Now he was ready to fight! Everyone moved out of his way, when he got up, from lifting weights. The entire prison yard just stared at the vicious Crip from Compton, California. Roscoe was tall, strong, and mean!

Decatur

Erica opened her eyes to the baby she shoulda destroyed! Years ago! With his mother! Pow! Onion Head dropped his gun. Shoe-be do tackled him!

Bam! Boom! Punch! Fall, trip. Slam! Kah-Boo-Yah!

It was pitch black dark in the master bedroom. Onion Head was stunned! He had been watching the house for 6 months! Shoe-be was not supposed to be there! But! Shoe-be was smart. He had been watching Onion Head, watch him!

He came out of the closet and jabbed him in the jaw. Onion Head stumbled. The gun hit the ground and fired! Shoe-be picked him up and slammed him! Now: Shoe-be was ready to kill! About his wife! The lights came on! Ten Glenwood niggas were there.

Diamond Cutter was the first to talk, for her brother, Onion Head. It’s time to die. The guns sang the song of death. The lights flashed off!

Mississippi Prison

Bama-G was working in the front of the prison, for 3 years. He had life without parole for killing two VL’s in front of a bank. He was an original gangsta from Alabama. He was very smooth and slick You’re so nice. Help me slide my desk over. The pretty warden said.

Bam! She hit the ground.

Candler Road

Welcome to Atlanta where the Players play… Micki rapped with Ludacris, as she stepped out of her brand new Benz.

Daaaang! A teenage boy shouted, the slap my face second, he saw the fine Puerto Rican step out of the car.

Shawty look hotter than McDonald’s French Fries! Another dude said.

Thanks. Pump my gas. Micki said, handing the teenage drug dealer a 50 dollar bill. Just to pump her gas. Gracias Micki said, smiling.

Pow! Boom! Boom!

Random bullets lit the BP Gas Station on Candler Road up, like a Laser Show! Everybody ran, but Micki . . .

New York

I’m the king of New York. Anybody slip up, they die. Trap announced with the shot gun in his hand, with 35 Bloods behind him.

Tequila smiled. One day… He will be mine. She said, sitting on her burnt orange motorcycle.

Boom!

Trap shot the dude for being disloyal. Death before dishonor. Trap said. Then the tall, slim, light skin gangsta walked back inside the Projects and ate some grits; like murder was a Ping Pong game.

He will be mine. He just doesn’t know it yet. I got to handle this.

Tequila! Shut up! You will never have Trap. He is too crazy for you any way. You are rich, beautiful, and smart. Your dad is famous! He owns half of New York. Talicia, you have two body shops and you paint cars. Leave that street thug alone! Kim told Tequila.

Pow! Tequila shot her blabber mouth friend. I’m my own boss. I make my own rules… Tequila stated.

Florida Prison

Ooo Wee! Man, that fat, blabber mouth, yellow tongue, sick Fool just stole my picture! Mr. Pimp City shouted, in a rage. You could fry a Pork Chop on Pimp’s head! He was so hot!

That was total disrespect. His partner just laughed, like Pimp was on stage at Comic View.

Man, I’m serious. He got to pay. Mr. Pimp City said. Then, Pimp grabbed his room-mate’s master lock. Then put it around his fingers, like a brass knuckle. It’s his lock! He stole my pictures. Now, I’m about to steal his face! With his own lock! Look, go to the TV and talk to him. I’m gonna come from behind, and knock his teeth out his mouth! Pimp shouted.

Ooo-Wee was still laughing. He thought Pimp was joking. But he went ahead and started talking to the Grizzly Bear, look alike.

They called the big black, sick thief, Jamaica. Ooo-Wee had Jamaica laughing, super hard.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Whif!

Pimp caught him good! Knocking two teeth out!

The black idiot was sitting down. He fell to the floor.

Get up! Punk! Pimp yelled, then he snatched the fat thief up.

Then!!!

Pimp jumped on top of the table and went to work on his huge, tank head. The big black bully was getting beat by a pretty boy! Blood was everywhere!

Miss Brown, Palmer, Mercer and Mayo all laughed. The four beautiful women enjoyed it.

CHAPTER 2

PUT ME ON

10 years later, in the notorious city of Decatur. 16 years old 3 Pac stood in front of the new, large, McDonalds in the hood.

ZOOM!

A pearl white, new Mercedes Benz E 350 Coupe sped up to the light.

"Try me. 3 Pac said, snatching his 45 out of his jeans. He was never slipping. This car did not belong on Candler Road. Even at 16, two things he knew. Either you are an enemy or a police, which is also an enemy. If he didn’t recognize you in his trap, you die!

Slowly, the dark tinted windows slid down. His trigger finger was itching like chicken pox on a prostitute, in the forest.

As the passenger side window slowly slid down like a deadly, teasing stripper.

No! Sorry!

Them Glenwood niggas were coming for revenge!

Last Friday, 3 Pac had shot up the Projects on Glenwood Road. Some girl had the nerves to punch his sister! CryMeka.

Of course, CryMeka is a black belt in hood Karate. So she broke the girl’s jaw in 5 places, with one kick! And she knocked out 31 teeth! Kick Bang!!!!! Leaving only her wisdom tooth! With no wisdom!

That meant nothing! 3 Pac still shot up the entire apartments; killing five and injuring twelve.

Glenwood was coming back for the Candler Road killa. 3 Pac aimed his people killing pistol at the driver. Suddenly!!!

Inside The Prison

Mr. Pimp City never believed in working for free. That’s modern day slavery, the way they do in the Florida Prison System.

However, Pimp City never believed in begging or depending on family, friends or anyone. So he hustled, 8 years in prison. He made more money than the petty puppy dope boys.

Hey! He yelled at Terrell.

Terrell worked in the kitchen. He had the best grilled cheese sandwiches in the world! Inside his large, long boots! The 300 pound, cool white guy smiled, and gave Pimp the thumbs up.

Terrell walked around the three vicious gangstas: CPG, Kay-Kay and Cradic as they stood guard with ten inch prison shanks. (Shank is a knife made in prison, by an inmate.)

O. G. was on a G-Call with top Gangsta D.J. and Burke. They were trying to negotiate the next step, in taking over the world, the prison world. Someone was in deep violation!

Stick him! O.G. ordered, as the 7 foot tall, ghost face white boy walked by, naked. He was wearing only a white sheet.

What did I do? Gay asked, looking like a confused, cross eyed duck.

Bam!

Back on Candler Road

3 Pac was ready to blast.

Man! The young killa barked like a hungry dog, with no bone.

The car sped away and flew up Candler Road.

Suckas! Next time, try lotto. You may win. Pac said, smiling while sticking his pistol in his $500 jeans.

Whif!

3 Pac was immediately ready. Turning around! Aiming his gun at the Benz, he was in the middle of the large Candler Road Plaza parkin lot. Everyone stared, knowing Pac would blast. The car tried to surprise him.

What… ? He said, surprised.

Hola. . Que’ tal te va? The finest female he ever seen in his life, said speaking in her Spanish accent.

Hola. I’m good, Shawty. Pac replied, letting her know, he was doing good.

3 Pac was a thug to his heart, but he knew a little Spanish. His gun was still aimed at the Pretty Puerto Rican Princess.

I don’t know that much Spanish, Shawty. I’m straight from the Dec. You are bonita. He said, telling her that she was beautiful in Spanish. A compliment, with a gun in her face!

Gracias, the dark, lovely, curly head beauty replied. Her curly dark hair was extra pretty.

Pow! Pow! Pow! Gunshots!

Ahh! A female screamed.

Duck! An oil face, Auto Zone junkie yelled.

Run!

Two cars! Chocolate Thunder shouted while pulling out his chocolate A.K. 47.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Kah Boom!

Both cars exploded.

That was fye! 3 Pac said, with his heart beating faster than a track star in the projects and running from robbers. 3 Pac had never been surprised in his own hood. He thought he had seen it all… until . . .

I saw them. They were about to kill you. The Puerto Rican admitted.

I Know, man. My bad. I was looking at you. Thanks for having my back. Speak English, if you can, Shawty. 3 Pac said, shaking her hand.

No problem. I’m very loyal, she replied.

What’s your name?

Me llamo, Micki.

They call me Pac or 3 Pac. Pac replied.

Cool, but what is that for? Micki said, giving him a funky monkey look.

For saving my life! Pac said, jumping for joy.

Hah-hah. Muchas Gracias, but I don’t want that. I actually have something to give you. Micki replied in her white body suit. She was looking like a model and a sex symbol.

What?! Give me that money!" A young, pretty, gold digging girl yelled.

Pow!

3 Pac shot her in the mouth, blowing her face off and killing her instantly.

Pish!

Then he threw the 500 dollars on her dead, once fine, body. He was a demon!

Now you can have it. Your family can use that money to bury you. Anybody else want some free money? Huh?! 3 Pac shouted, ripping off his True Religion Shirt.

Everyone quickly ignored him, and ran away. His homeboy, Chocolate Thunder laughed.

Come here. Follow me. Micki said. She was totally unfazed by the murder of an innocent, goofy ghetto girl. Micki was scrupulously fine in her white body suit, but serious as an assassin.

3 Pac followed her to the trunk of her Benz wondering what she had to show him. Why did she turn down five hundred dollars? Why did she kill for him? Who was she? Who sent her? His young mind raced! Most of all… was it a dead body in the trunk? Bingo!

The dead body of his number one enemy! Onion Head!

In the Prison

Champ knocked the tall white boy, slap off his feet. Bang! With one punch, Gay was out like a light. His head had hit the wall and his body slid like a banana.

Hold up! Mr. Render shouted.

Look. He violated. He dies. You try to stop it, you can get it too! O.G. shouted, like the Brown Skin Scar Face!

I don’t care! We have too much to lose! Sheppard will shake us down! Now y’all need to drop it! The light skin Martin Luther Render yelled back at the high ranked gangsta.

O.G. and Render were face to face, like two heavy weight boxers. All the gangstas surrounded the tall peacemaking killer. Mr. Pimp City glanced at the scene, then… Bam! Mr. Pimp City burst out laughing and slammed his door!

Mr. Pimp City started reading his Quran and his Oxford Study Bible. He thought it was so funny though. Boom! Blood splashed everywhere.

Back in Decatur

3 Pac couldn’t believe his young eyes! He was shocked like a lion waking up in the projects in Brooklyn! Even though his mom was a self—made, robbing millionaire; taking all of his dad’s money. He had never seen so many drugs in his life!

It’s yours. She said with a sexy, serious smile.

What, wha.. what? 3 Pac stuttered for the first time in his young, gangsta life.

You heard me. It’s yours! All of it! When you get ready to re-up, call. Micki said, like a female Scar Face.

Jack-Pot! Chocolate Thunder yelled, still carrying his signature prison shank with the teeth ridges in it.

His chocolate covered knife was sharp enuff to cut a dinosaur’s toe-nail!

That’s 20 million Ecstasy pills, the good stuff. These X pills will make the city jump like frogs on Steroids. It’s cut with the best: Rat Poison, Caffeine, Cocaine, and Methamphetamine. Also, I fronted you 50 bricks. So let’s just say, I put you on. Micki told the young Soldier.

Dang, and why me? What’s the catch?

I heard about your mom. She’s my friend. But listen, keep this a secret. I don’t want anybody to know. Nobody! My daddy is the plug. He runs the largest drug cartel in Mexico, Puerto Rico, and South America. You will no longer meet me face to face. You will be dealing with the Mexican Mob boss, aka The Booper, The Boopster, or The Boop Man. He is a Boop and a very rich man. Here’s his number, call when you’re ready to re-up. Don’t worry about the police. They are paid off: GBI, FBI, every I. Losing is not an option. Micki said serious and sexy.

ZOOM!

Three black Escalades sped up besides Micki, the Spanish Queen. With her tan skin, she had the tone of a red bone.

"Don’t worry. It’s my people. Here, it’s yours. Check the platinum glove department. You, Chocolate Thunder, and