“Yeah. Like I said ‘if you gotta rough her up then handle yo’ business’. Just don’t kill her, that’s all I’m sayin’.”
“Don’t worry about nothin’, bro, I got chu faded.” Te’Qui assured him.
“Cool.” Poochie responded. “Yo’, Qui, you think you can bless me with a lil’ somethin’ ‘til we secure this bag, man?”
Te’Qui was silent for a minute as he thought about what Poochie had just asked him. He knew that if he gave him some money that he was going to snort it right up his f*****g nose. He didn’t like the idea of giving a nigga some money to support his habit, but then again, homie was a grown-ass man. If the nigga wanted to play with his nose then let him play with his nose.
Tomorrow night
A masked up Te’Qui and T.J. hopped out of their car and tossed their pickaxes over the fence. They t
