RIDE WITH YOUR BLICK

CHAPTER 1 Ride With Your Blick

''Shots fired srt got caught screeching down the block 12 got on my ass I do the dash at red lights this b***h wont stop''

Shaun and James screaming, trying to rap louder then the car sterio. Lance: "Aye Streets? This new s**t you just dropped is heat. Munch: "Hell yea. This got the streets, literally Streets.

Shaun turned the music down from the steering wheel and looked in the review mirror. Shaun: "On some real s**t this what I been trying to tell yall. This just the begining."

James: "I got to give it to you tho bro. You doing your shit." Shaun: "I'm trying to put all of us on. Yall family."

Munch: "Shid I hear that cause nigga I'm trying to eat." Lance: "Nigga yo ass eat too much already, as it is."

They all shared a laugh.

Munch: "Nigga pass one of them woods back here. I need to get high." James reached in the glove compartment to hand Munch one of the indiviual woods.

Shaun cut the music back up as they drove to the babershop. As exiting the car, Shaun put his shirt on to conceal his glock 17 he was carrying on his waistband. Looking at everbody with a serious look, he gave a nod. They all exited Shaun brand new, midnight black, Jeep Trackhawk Super Charged Limited Edtion, and walked into the barbershop.

Cuz: "You see that's yall problem yall always want money but dont want to give it.Fred: Right like you always taking ass whooping but aint giving them.(all laughing) Cuz: I cant stand you black motherfuckers (all laughing) i just need a lil dontation. Munch: Since everbody so f*****g friendly in here where the f**k is my motherfucking donation.Lance and james took out two similiar glock fortys handgun pistol as shaun lock the barbershop door facing the open signed to closed.

Shaun: Where the f**k is corkey (cuz nervously directed his eyes to the back) corkey bring your b***h ass out here. Dont make us come get you (one of the back rooms door open revealing corkey. Corkey: Streets my mans i was just about to contact you. While walkin towards them. Munch: You a motherfucking lie if it wasnt for my sister i kill you myself.

Shaun pull his glock 17 out and point it towards corkey. Shaun: You really think i be playin about my money. Corkey: Naw man i just need time i just been going through alot. Come on man its me i got you,corkey patting his chest. James and Lance focusing all four glock fortys at each person in the babershop ,with two guns a piece waiting to use them.

Munch: Corkey dont make us come back trust me you or your guess wont like it. He said it loud enough so that the hole babershop can hear. James and Lance still a little irrated they didnt get to use they new babys. Shaun looked at the two of them with a smirk cause he knew the look of blood in they eyes. They all left the way they came and got back in the car.

Detective Jones: Look clayton speaking of the devils all three men watch as the four exit the babershop and getting into the car. Detective Clayton: Come on man we can bust them right now we have so much s**t on them that will stick. Detective Jones: Paitions good things come to those who wait. Besides we have the pet mule back there. They both look back and laugh. Malcom: f**k you two motherfucker im nobody pet. Malcom got caught up with detective jones and clayton about two years ago when they made a drug charge magically disappear for him.

Every since then they have been hovering it over his head and swear they will bring it back. Detective Jones: Now go over there and work your way in the car. Malcom: what if they dont let me in the car man. Detective Clayton: Make them or you wont see your son grow up. Malcom look up at the both of them and frowned thinking to his self he cant wait to his chance come to kill the both of them. Malcom rellauntlly got out the back of the srt dodge police undercover car.

He close the door to the car and looked around to see was anybody watching him. Once he was sure he wasnt been watched he put his hood on and walk towards the car.

Trey: On co boi yo ass trippin the Golden State Warriors will always when against the Lakers. Lil Ced: Boi your ass drunk do the math thats all i got to say. Blick: Aye who the f**k that is thats just hop out that car.The car goes silence as all three men watch as a short cocky person got out the car and looked around suspisiouly before putting on his hood and walking up to streets car.

James: Damn yall shoud atleast let me shot one of them motherfuckers. Streets: Naw we got to play it cool out here people already fear us. Aint no need to continue leaving a trail of blood everywhere we go. Knock knock somebody tap on the window everbody in sync look out the window revealing malcom.

Lance: what the f**k this goofy ass nigga want. Streets raise down the window on his side to look at malcom. Streets: what the f**k do you want nigga. Malcom: Wassup man im trying to roll with yall my pockets hurting. malcom started patting his pocket as if nothing was in them.

Blick: What yall think this nigga on is it a hit he said while grabbing the draco off the back seat. Lil Ced: Naw its cool they all got got it on them we need to watch this car while showing his glock 23 with a 50 round drum. Blick: f**k it lets get out and swiss chesse that b***h we'll find out then. Trey: Naw we just play it cool they move we move streets can handle that nigga malcom. I noticed it was him from them big ass blue and black ones he got on he said with smirk.