You didn’t get to shoot at my people and then lived to speak about it the next day. While the police didn’t know who was behind it, and weren’t no closer to finding out, the hood was humming with who was actually behind it. Trilla’s people couldn’t hold fucking water. They were running their mouths about what happened and walking around with their chest puffed up. Some of them were. I would never tell her, but Erin had killed the nigga that she shot. She wasn’t even aiming and had hit him in the head three times. The little nigga was only seventeen. That shit would tear her heart out, so I
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