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I’d found myself engaged to the bitch and about to be a whole family. The thought alone was about to give a nigga a heart attack.
“Whoever catered this shit can cook their ass off. I know it’s a Miss Shirley back there.”
“Nigga, who is this random ass Shirley you claim can cook so well?”
“Nigga, it’s a joke,” Lequay replied, just as high as I was since we’d smoked a fatty about twenty minutes into this shit. “I know that, but we ain’t never even met nobody named Shirley, so where the fuck he get the name?” Shakur frowned.
In her dizzy ass mind, she truly thought that things would take a turn if we spent enough time together. But like I’d told her and the many bitches before her, if it wasn’t Couture, it wasn’t gon’ happen. I meant that shit.
“Aight, nigga. Don’t think you can pull up to her wedding on yo’ Dwayne Wayne shit and have her marry you instead.”
There was no way Kéa was acting and her feelings for Khari weren’t real. If so, the hoe was in the wrong business. She needed to be in movies.
God put me on this earth for you. So, when or if you get to a point where you feel like what we got is worth more than your career, I’ll be waiting.”
With Leland, I felt like a blue-eyed white girl from Montana living with a southern black family in Mississippi. It just wasn’t right.
I wasn’t about to put this nigga on his ass by telling him all the positions I’d had his fiancée in only two short days ago. Or how she had enough nut of mine in her body to carry sextuplets.
“Look, muthafucka,” he leaned into my car, allowing me to see the gun dangling from his hand, “go the other fucking way, aight? I don’t give a fuck where you headed tonight, you bet not go the same fucking way I’m going or you won’t make it home, bruh. That’s a promise.”
“Aye, nigga, I’m on one right now, and unless you wanna be admitted to this muthafucka then possibly the morgue next, I suggest you take down that tone a notch and back yo’ ass up,” Khari barked, only looking over his shoulder before turning back to focus on me.
“This ain’t ever coming off again.” She waved her diamond ring that I’d given her years ago. I was shocked she still had the shit. “I gotta get you something bigger. I was rich then, but a nigga is rich-rich now.”
“I ain’t that same young nigga coming to you for scraps. You watch how the fuck you talk to me ’fore you be floating some fucking where in the Pacific, nigga.”
Marley was a cute girl, so I wasn’t sure why she was acting like Khari was the last of the Mohicans.
Moments like this, I thanked God for Prime’s meddling ass and the shooting he made us do out in the woods for hours on end.
