Free Me and My Hittas by Tranay Adams Page A

told him.
     
“What half?” he played dumb.
    Pussy was really wearing on Gangsta’s nerves with
his
pretending
to be
dumb, but he maintained his
composure.
“That half of that thang I fronted you a few weeks
ago.” he reminded him.
    “Oooooh, that half,” Pussy pretended to recall. He
knew exactly what half Gangsta was talking about. “Homie,
I’ve been meaning to call you about that. My baby momma
caught wind of me fucking around with mylil’young ho.
Mannnnn, I come home and this bitch done keyed both of
my cars; my X5 and my Benz. She cut up all my gear. My
shoes, my leathers, the minks, and flushed that shit you
gave me. Not to mention, some work of my own I had
stashed. I must have beat that bitch half to death. A nigga
almost caught his third strike and shit.”
Gangsta was nobody’s fool; he knew Pussy was
capping him, trying to run that weak ass game.
     
“I hear that, Big Time, but what the fuck does that
have to do with me?”
     
“Fuck you think it mean? Charge it to the game, you
bitch ass nigga!”
     
“On my momma, Pussy, if you don’t come up off
mine, I’ma…”
     
“You ain’t gone do shit!” he cut him short. “Suck my
dick, you bitch ass trick!”
     
He hung up on his ass.
    In the hood, telling another man to suck your dick was
a violation punishable by death. Gangsta had to answer the
call or forfeit his reputation. If it got out that Pussy had
strong armed some work from him, then he would have to
worry about every two-bit hustler trying to pull the same
scheme. And he couldn’t allow that, because in his business
ones reputation was everything. He could have easily sent
some of his hitters by Pussy way to lay his ass down, but
due to the disrespect and his his ego, Gangsta decided to
answer back himself. It had been five years since he had
killed something and he thought this was the perfect time to
bring his strap out of retirement.
The next night
Gangsta
and Lil’ Gangsta
stalked Pussy
to the
    Westside. On the way over they missed their chance to burn
him at a red light on Slauson and Western. Gangsta had
pointed his burner out of the driver side window at him and
was about to blow the nigga’z noddles out of his head, when
he spotted a police cruiser coming up beside them. Right
then he thought that nigga Pussy had a guardian angel
watching over him. And if this was the case then he was
lucky that he couldn’t see him, because if he could he would
have blasted on his mothafucking ass, too.
    The gangstas decided to keep following their prey
until another opportunity presented its self. And so they
found themselves at the Barbary Coast in the city of
Gardena off of Western Avenue. Gangsta parked on a
residential street, eight cars down from Western Avenure.
He and his accomplice slumped low in the seats of his
Cutlass Supreme, keeping their eyes glued to the entrance
of the establishment. They were dressed in black from head
to toe. Gangsta gripped a long nose .357 Magnum and his
protégé clutched a Glock .40 with an extended magazine.
So far the pair had spent a total of four hours staking out the
Barbary Coast waiting for Pussy to make his exit. Lil’
Gangsta had grown impatient. All of his bitching and
complaining was getting on his big homie’s nerves. The
nigga acted like they were picking up a couple of girls for a
drive-in movie and they were taking too long to come
outside.
    “Fuuuck
.” Lil’ Gangsta vented his frustration. He ran
his hand down his face and blew hot air. “When this nigga
gone show his ugly ass face so I can blow that bitch off,
Blood?”
    “See,
that’s the problem with you young niggaz
today.You don’t have any patience. Haven’t you heard of
the phrase, ‘Good things come to those who wait?’”
“Yeah, and?”
     
“Why don’t chu try applying some of that to this here
situation.”
     
“Whatever!” Lil’ Gangsta waved his big homie off.
“What chu think they doing in thereanyway?”
     
“The same