Tha Wreck'n Crew: Book 2 Pro Tha Test of Times

By Low Life

Im guilty of everything they say I do

Dear ma. These are things you didnt know:
Im sorry; I let the streets take your baby from you.
Ma, I know I do dirt But it aint because I am dirty
But since I was a little oneI never felt worthy
I know I got skillsBut Id rather smoke and chill
And I wish I could tell you how I really feel
About what I wantedBut turned out to be
I went from being your little angelTo acting like a complete stranger
I use to come home every night
Now when I leave aint no telling when I am coming back
At the age of twelve, I joined a gang
And since then my life aint been the same
I been shot at, so I bought a pistol and shot back
I got robbed once, and since then I robbed three
I never have, but rode in stolen cars
Been in a high speed chase, wreaked it and got away
When I was sixteen, I got locked up four times
I aint been seventeen six months and I am already on number two
I know this is not the life you planned for me
Ma, but life is full of choicesI just chose the wrong oneI guess
See to me time is precious, and since I dont know how much longer I got
I plan to live my life to the fullestBefore it is too late
YesI do wonder 24/7 how you feel about me deeply to have ambition
And slowly see it slipping away, wanting to help, but not knowing wat to say
What I turn out to be
Ma, you did your job
And I am sorry, I let the streets take your baby from you.
Poem by Low Life: Loyalty Over Wants..

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503524972

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CHAPTER 1

W HAT DA SCO’ is? Sho’Nuf ask’d sit’n at da nigga made table; made up of: 2 milk crates, a thin, round piece of wood, & da bathroom trash can turn’d up-side down fo’ a chair. Cut’n up sum dope, not really act’n like a nigga who, less than 7 hours ago, rob’d & kill’d 2 niggas, get’n away wit 25 stacks, 2 bricks, & a pound of sum gang’sta mid.

Only 2 make it back home 2 find 3 niggas sit’n around n his live’n room. But b-4 he could react, a 4th person hit him n da back of da head from behind & when he hit da flo’ d 4th person shot’im n da back & n his left shoulder.

Relieve’n him of da black duffle bag dat contain’n da 25 stacks, 2 bricks, & a pound of weed, dat he’d just bodied 2 niggas fo’. But b-4 he black’d out, he overstood dat he’d just been set-up & dat it was only 1 person dat knew wat da move was.

35 to 7 Killa said, Sit’n at da foot of 1 of da 2 broke down beds, wit da draw stick n his lap, a 22 oz bud ice beer n his left hand, & a blunt of dat fo’ real fo’ real, courtesy of his Jamacian co’nect, n his right hand, watch’n real care-free, as da nigga sit’n b-side him play’d catch up.

Damn! Who get’n fuck’d? Sho’Nuf ask’d.

U’r sweet ass cuz’n & u next. Killa said, as his celly started 2 vibrate, after look’n at da name on da screen, he smiled & answer’d.

Where u at? He ask’d his go 2 nigga. 3 minutes later he hung up & turn’d 2 look at Sho’Nuf wit a look dat said show time.

Say Ready? Sho’Nuf said 2 his lil’ cuz’n "I got’cha, then look’d at Killa & said,

Where?

6-feet, Killa replied.

Ready, paused da game, stood up & went n his pocket & pull’d out a phat lil’ stack, pill’d off $50, threw it at Killa & said u’ll get da other $50, if u beat me, & was gone.

Killa waited til’ he heard Ready pull off, then he went n da bathroom & cut da sink on while pull’n his phone off it’s clip, & dail’d a number, after 6 rings, b-4 he could hang up, he heard Lil’Ma’s voice, who da fuck dis call’n me dis late? She snap’d.

Bitch! Stop front’n I’m need sum mo’ of dem pills cause, dis nigga still ain’t went 2 sleep.

U might as well give a bitch sum dick when u come.

Bye, Doc.

Nigga; u bet not hang up on me! Lil’ Ma bellowed, but he had already.

On da ride from da motel 2 da white- folks side of town, Killa drove slow, Hope’n dat his nigga, since pampers, would go 2 sleep. Look’n at da clock, he seen dat it was damn near 2: a.m. Stop’n at a red light, he start look’n thru da numbers n his phone & when he came across boot leg Fred’s number, it hit’im… it was gonn’a b a long ass day.

Fred, answer’d on da 1st ring who dis?

A gallon of seagrams, 2 cases of bud ice, & ya smallest bottle of henn.

Lil’Allik!? Nigga; I thought u was dead!? Fred was more than estatic dat he wasn’t cause n his mind, along wit a couple mo’ old heads, Lil’Allik was by far-da 1st of a new breed. And, like da other old-heads, Fred wanted 2 witness 1st hand- history n d make’n, uncut.

Typical? Natural? Or knock’d? Killa ask’d kno’n dat: wit da late nights & weekend traffic at Fred’s spot, he was liable 2 hear it all & sum. Big lies & small truths. In his mind u only lied 2 people u’re scared of & da only people he was scared of was his mom’ma & da law…& those who fake kick it.

Knock’d. Fred said, & felt stupid, after da word left his lips. He should’ve been able 2 decipher & dismantle bull-shit when he heard it, but when it came 2 Lil’Allik- ones mind couldn’t help but wonder. He’s da one 2 always say God sent Jesus & da devil sent me.

Picture dat, Killa said, like he knew sum’n nobody else knew & wasn’t tell’n. Look fo’ me n 15 minutes," he said & hung up b-4 Fred could say anythang else.

Da ride from Fred’s spot 2 da white folks side, took less than 20 minutes, cause he didn’t stop fo’ no signs or lights. Pull’n up n front of Lil’Ma’s spot, he smiled, remember’n how dey met. N his book, at da end of da day Lil’Ma’s world was basic.

U’r er-day hood bitch dat made it, wit or witout her Ph.D. she was a good female 2 kick it wit, stand’n at 5'2, 124 pounds, wit shoulder length hair, a lil’bitty nose, sexy ass lips (wit a baby’s pout) & 2 top it all off da bitch had dark green eyes & dey da chinky kind.

Shit threw him n a damn!" State of mind’ specially when he found out dey were real, cause she was burnt-black, but cute’r than a ma’fucka, she know she bad he thought 2 himself, but then fell n-2 a zone, think’n bout his lifes situation. It was hell, but he was fi’(re). Just 18 years old; he thought he had just bout did it all, been thur it all & seen it all…. But only if he knew…..

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See n his self taught lessons, he overstood dat pressure bust’d pipes- but shid he overstood dat pressure made diamonds 2. He just couldn’t fathom how so many niggas, c a nigga was a male, period n his book fuck all dat race shit.

He knew a couple females dat chose 2 b niggas- and a bitch was a female period, fuck all dat gender shit. Not on no disrespect or degrade’n tip…but shid; it’s a lot of bitch niggas n dis world 2 & dat was his main problem. When da snitch’n rate went up specially, round election time,& da constant slips from niggas get’n caught up, fum’n n 2 tell’n all, turn’n R&b singers- which causes a hated domino effect 2 da real niggas wit bitches, dats try’na eat, and he always said; dat D in drought meant: danger or desperate n most cases, both!

So, he wasn’t scared of his self-taught lessons- but once he overstood his situation(s), he was beyond blow’d at da increased #s n da lack of loyalty section & he could only say er’other day a real nigga flip da strip & da niggas- n- bitches he met on his road 2 riches would keep it G-4-B-R, wit’im, cause he knew witout a doubt he, was real & was gone (when it came) die da realist.

So he was gone harder than da hardest- if a nigga tried 2 throw small shit on his big shit- overstand u’r options b-4 u do shit, fuck where all dis u’ll regret shit come from…if u had 2 b fake kick’n it then; he mumbled, cause’n Sho’Nuf 2 snap out of da zone he was n.

CHAPTER 2

L IL’MA WAS STAND’N at da window, butt ass naked & start’d ply’n wit her pussy, when she seen Lil’ Allik drive’n up, & damn near broke da window when she saw Sho’Nuf get out da passenger side. Shake’n her hand, she pull’d on a robe & went 2 stand b-hind da door. When she heard dem get on da porch, she open’d da door & let dem in.

Com’ere lil big head gurl, Killa said, walk’n 2 da bedroom, she was right b-hind’m, & when she shut door, she slid her robe off & cut on da lights, consist’n of green, blue, pink, & yellow.

I know a bitch good fo’ a nutt, she said, walk’n 2 da bed lay’n down on her stomach, then get’n on all 4’s & look’n back at Killa wit her fuck me face, make’n one of her (small, but plump) ass cheeks jump at a time. Lil’Ma knew he would soon give n.

I tell u wat, Killa said, walk’n 2 da bed, sit’n down b-side her, I got sum henn sit’n on da back seat, get dat & get my nigga str-8 on whatever it is u gotta do. Fix’m a cup wit sum pills n it & give’m dis blunt, he said pull’n an already roll’d out his pocket, & when u get back, shid, u good fo’ bout 3 nutts.

Lil’Ma ran 2 da bedroom door, slowly bent over & pick’k up her robe, put it on & was gone.

Take u’r shirt off & go get dat black bag off da kitchen flo’, she said 2 Sho’Nuf, who was laid out on da sofa, look’n at da movie Blow on d.v.d. while go’n out the front door.

When Lil’Ma was shut’n da car door, he was come’n up da side of da house & seen’n Lil’Ma make her way back 2 da house & shut the door, Allik count’d 2 10, & was gone.

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All done, Lil’Ma said 2 Sho’Nuf, hand’n him a cup of henn wit 4 sleep’n pills n it, then pull’n da blunt out of her robe pocket, got a lighter from Sho’Nuf, lit it, hit it six quick times- hold’n da smoke n till she couldn’t no mo- & was off 2 d bedroom.

Shawdy, bighead? Sho’Nuf said, & Lil’Ma stop’d turn’d.

Wat up?

I got’cha u when I get str-8.

U str-8, u’r nigga bout 2 pay me now, she said, walk’n away, her pussy was drop’n wet, just think’n about wat, she knew Allik could do 2 her body.

Seen’n dat da door was crack’d & da lights were off, she just knew dat Allik was gone 2 b lay’n on da bed butt ass naked, dick n hand, wait’n on her.

She open’d da door wide e- nuff 2 slip thru & shut it, she slid off her robe & reach’d over and hit da lights. Stand’n n an empty room butt ass naked, she was beyond mad. She tried 2 tell herself dat he was n da closet r under da bed, but she knew Allik didn’t play no games.

Bull shit, she mumbled, walk’n 2 da phone. Have’n his number on speed dial, she pressed 1 & waited, 5 seconds later, from b-hind her she heard a vibrate’n noise, turn’n n da direction of da noise, she seen Alliks’s phone on da dresser.

Get’n madder- if possible- she threw da phone on da flo’, walk’d over 2 da dresser & seen a note taped 2 da phone, unfold’n da note, it read:

–––––––––"U kno’ u on dick restrictions!!!–––––––––

Too mad 2 do r say anything, she tore up da note, went & cut off da lights ran & jump’d n da bed & cry’d herself 2 sleep.

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Lay’n on da sofa, Sho’Nuf already knew wat time it was. He knew wat dat call back at da mo’ meant & knew dat his niggas was fin’na go handle his bizness fo’ him. Text’n Ready, he sent "tell K 2 record dat fo’ me.

Remember’n dat Killa didn’t give a fuck bout a bitch, he took off his pants, put’em on da flo’ next 2 his shoes & shirt, took da last swallow of henn, put his dick thru da hold n his boxers & lay’d back & went 2 sleep.

CHAPTER 3

R EADY WAS SIT’N n front of 6-feet, spook’d, but not scared. He had shot a nigga b-4, but never seen a ma’fuck’a get kill’d, let along tortured-hood nigga style & a bitch at dat. 6-feet had a good lil’cap; be’n da middle of an old folks bar & a small car repair shop.

6-feet is an Antique shop, own’d by Killa’s ol’lady (one of’m) Sassy, who was 38, 5'5, & look’d like Nia Long, but was twice as thick. Ready look’d at da clock, it read 3:30 a.m. He was listen’n 2 Pastor Troy’s Face off c.d.’s tryna overstand da song vice versal. He pull’d round 2 da back & seen his nigga Freak stand’n by a trash can piss’n.

What it do? Freak said, when Ready, got out da car.

Shit, ready 2 get dis shit over wit Ready replied.

Where da fuck dat nigga Killa at? And wat up wit dat nigga Sho’Nuf? Freak ask.

Killa should be on his way, we chop’d it up earlier, he say he ain’t gonna let Sho’ ride, but if we get dem niggas alive, he gone let’im off’em.

I didn’t know Sho’s ol’lady was dat damn fine Freak said.

Dat bitch ain’t talk’n? Ready ask.

We ain’t srarted yet, Freak said look’n past Ready, there dat nigga go.

Freak, wat it do? Killa said, get’n out of da car, yall niggas get dat shit out d back seat & come on, he said walk’n n 2 da back door.

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When Killa was go’n down da stairs, he remember’d da 1st time he took dis trip….2 years ago, he was 18 & had been fuck’n wit dis bitch named Tee, who was 6-feet tall, pecan tan, wit brown eyes, a petite pretty ass ho.

Killa & Ready had just come from d R.Y.D.C see’n Sho’Nuf one hot Saturday, when he seen dis tall ass bitch wit sum fuck me shorts on, go’n thru da alley b-side da old folks bar. He turn’d da corn’a up ahead, stop’d & got out & told Ready dat if he wasn’t back n 20 minutes 2 go head & dip.

Arrogant? No. Confident? Yeah. Fresh, wit a A-D-A-D shirt & short set on, all white wit d A-D-A-D fitted hat (sitt’n on top of sum dreads dat hung just pass his shoulders) turn’d 360 degrees 2 da right & 2 top it off he had all 32 white gold’d out, wit da white all over hi-top filas, but u couldn’t then & can’t now tell’im dat fila don’t mean Forever. I’ll. Love. Allik.

Here goes nut’n he said 2 himself as he started walk’n da way dat, if she kept go’n str-8 dey should’ve been bump’n heads at da corn’a ahead.

B-4 he got 2 da corn’a, he seen her come’n from round da other corn’a, go’n str-8, so he hollered say, shawdy!? Hold up! As he jog’d da 10 2 15 yards it took 2 get 2 where she was stand’n. Wat up? He said fuck’n her wit his eyes.

Nut’n.

Where u just come’n from?

Nowhere.

"Shid; where u try’na