“Yeah,” Cordell nodded, “Yeah, I got some last words, fight me, goddamn it! Fight me right here and right now! Any nigga can pick up a gun and pop something! But it takes a real man to go from the shoulders and throw them mothafucking hands. You feel me, huh?” The crack king stared Tiaz in his eyes, hoping he’d go for the bait he’d cast out on the line.
Tiaz and Threat exchanged glances.
“You tryna squabble this fool?” Threat asked him in a hushed tone.
“Yeah, I can take ‘em.” Tiaz looked from his homeboy to Cordell. “I’ma beat the brakes offa his mothafucking ass.”
“Take me? Take this nigga standing before you?” Cordell looked at him like he must have been crazy thinking that he could stand a chance against him. “Boy, you must have slipped, fell, and bumped yo’ mothafucking head. Shii
