“’Sup?” Tiaz threw his head back.
“Gemme a sec’, I got something I want chu to check out. I just got these bitches in,” Gatz ducked off somewhere at the back of the garage amongst the other junk. Although Melvin and Tiaz couldn’t see him, they could see the boxes that he was lost amongst slightly moving. It wasn’t long before Gatz was rolling out an army green footlocker on a dolly. A smile was plastered across the young nigga’z face like he knew something that his homeboy and his father didn’t. Gatz stopped the dolly before Melvin and Tiaz, sitting it up. He then popped its locks and raised its lid, revealing a cache of round grenades inside. “Take a look at those babies, now how many niggaz you know got some of these on deck? You f*****g wi
