CHAPTER ELEVEN
As soon as the cops were out of his sight, the pleasant smile on his face converted into one of hostility. “Punk ass mothafuckaz.” He spat on the ground just as his niggaz came to stand on both sides of him. They all watched the police car drive off until its back red lights disappeared.
“I hate them niggaz, man.” Snaps eyes narrowed into slits as he twisted the cap off of a .40 oz of Olde English malt liquor and took it to the head guzzling it, his throat rolling up and down his neck as he drunk.
“f**k ‘em,” Ace spoke his piece before turning to Blessyn, tapping him. “So what’s up wit ol’ girl?”
The superstar rapper shook his head sadly. “b***h knocked up by this otha nigga. Can you believe it?”
“Damnnn, that broad foul as all hell.” Snaps tried to give his .40 oz to B
