“What the hell you hit me for?” Krude asked as he rubbed his arm. “Why did you shoot his ass?” “Because he said to!” Krude threw his hands in the air and sighed. “He said to shoot him. All you muthafuckas heard him, so stop playing dense.” He smirked. “It was a through and through. He’ll be alright. Plus, I know I’m not the only one who wanted to do it. He stays trying folks, and has a smart ass mouth. I was just the lucky one who pulled my shit and popped one off first.”
