Back in da day, chilled a fly honey known to her peeps as Lil Low Ridin Ho. She was a straight "G", & wuz down wit da Bloods & the whole nine!
One day, befo' kickin' it wit her posse, her moms axed her to bring a case o' 40's to her Grandma's crib, 'cuz ol' Granny wuz fiendin' yo. She handed Ho da 40's, & with a quick "gang sign", sent dat lil beyotch on her gotdamn way! Lil' Ho took dat shit & started troopin.
Once on her way, she ran into her nigguh, The Lil' Beat Box Boyee (he be a Blood too, yo!). Dey chilled fo' a few, smokin mad blunts & rappin old L.L. Cool J & KRS-ONE jammys. "Oh shheeeiiit yo, *inhale* deez chronics be da shiznit!" said Box. "Word up dog! *cough cough* but peep dis yo, i's gots ta git deez here 40's to muh grannys crib yo! Knowuhimsayin yo?" said Ho. "Yo, you wants me ta come yo?" axed Box. "Nah kid, it be coo', Peace out yo!" said Ho. "Aight kid, just guard ya grill & stay on point nigguh, Peace!" Dey each threw up dey set & Ho broke North. Beat Box, being the hard-ass old school "G" that he be, figured he should shadow Ho, & watch her back on da D.L.
Across the hood roun' Granny's way, chilled a nasty ass nigguh named Wolfman Black. He be a loner, & ain't roll wit nobody. Alwayz schemin, he peeped Ho's grandma leave a note on her door. When Granny broke out, Wolfie stepped to her crib, & read the note. The shit said:
HO! YOU BUSSA' ASS NIGGUH BEYOTCH! WHY YOU HAD TO PLAY ME LIKE DAT FOR? LEAVE DA 40'S IN MY DAMN FRIDGE!
"OHHHH SHEEEEIIITT! Ima jack ho fo' her shit!" Wolfie said. He den popped da lock & snuck in. "I bes' dress up like dat old ass ho so's i wont havta cap dat lil beyotch fo' her shit yo! Wolfie said. He started puttin on Granny's "dope gear", a Hilfiger night shirt, size 54 Guess jeans, & a pair of Timberland slippers. Den he jumped in Granny's bed & waited fo' Ho.
In a muh fuggin flash, Ho was dere. "Yo grams! I gotchoo shit!" said Ho. "Ay yo, bring dat shit in here kid! Knowuhimsayin yo?" said Wolfie. "Damn Grams, you look nasty! Why come yo eyes all blood shot & shit fo?" axed Ho. "I been fuggin wit dat chronic kid! Sheeiiitt!" answered Wolfie. "Damn Gram, where didja git dat gold toof?" axed Ho. "I jacked it offa some punk, over in Oak town!" answered Wolfie. "Damn Gram, wzup wit dat bulge in yo pants? axed Ho. "Dats it! Im bringin hard drama now beyotch! Wolfie screamed while pullin out his gat & jumpin outta bed!! "Gimme yo shit punk! Wolfie screamed!!! "Back up off me nigguh, you bes' recognize foo'! Ho screamed back!
Outside Box heard da shit dat wuz goin down & busted in!! "Drop dat shit, you bussa ass nigga'! Box yelled while pointed his Tec-9 at Wolfie! Dey was all ready to die fo' dey set. Den outta nowhere, bullets started tearin up Granny's crib, but dey weren't comin' from Box or Wolfie, dey were comin from outside!!! Everybody in da house got capped, fallen "G"'s, victims of a Crip drive by! & There aint no Heaven fo' a 'G', so likes ever odda day in da hood..... Nobody lived "happily ever after". Knowuhimsayin foo'?
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