4am In Compton

Chapter Ten

I just wanna say your mine, your mine

I just wanna say your mine, your mine

Fuck what they heard your mine, your mine

All I'm really asking for is you...

Your mine, your mine

I just wanna say your mine, your mine

Fuck what they heard your mine, your mine

Long as you know who you belong to...

Yo yo yo

I gotta pull up on ya

You gone make me have to pull up on ya

Don't go ghost on me I'm a go thriller on ya

I'm a just

I'm a let my hands do the talkin when I see you

Baby girl I miss feelin on ya

I miss everything that's real about ya

And that's everything about ya

That's just how I feel about ya

Been about cha and I'm still about cha

But

We ain't finished talkin

I told ya you don't needa worry 

about dem bitches

All dem fives needa listen when the 10 is talkin

Cause they don't wanna see you happier than them

And girl you swear they all your friends and that's been a problem

You the one they hate this come with that

I know you think it's funny that your ex is not a runnin back

But that nigga came runnin back

You tell me you done with that

And I believe it's true

Long as you know who you belong to...- Mine x Beyonce ft Drake.

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C H A P T E R 11- Brooks

I smirked at Cash's expression as I strolled inta' da' office and sat down right next ta' Cash. 

I lite up a blunt and inhaled da' intoxicants. 

"Wassuh' buddy." I smiled at Cash, who had a uneasy expression.

Rah chuckled lowly as he took out sum' papers. 

"Rah, you said he wasn't coming?" Cash hissed. 

"Look nigga, I'm finna address yo' ass inna' couple mins. So sit tha' f**k down,

put ya' hands in ya' lap and shut tha' f**k up. Aight? Ight." I snapped, turnin' my attention ta' Rah, who wa' smirkin'. 

"Alight. Down ta' bidniss'?" Rah asked and I nodded, leanin' back in my chair. 

"So Wasssup?" I asked, smokin' in Cash's face.

He scrowled in disgust. "Nigga can you stop?" 

I sideyed him. "Did I ask you ta' speak? I ain't think so. So shut yo' ass up." 

He smacked his teeth. "I'm not a bitch." 

"You act like one. f**k like one too." I mumbled. 

"Can I talk, niggas?! Like befa' y'all fight, lemme get wha' I have ta' say first, out? Gahdamn." Rah spat, snatchin' my blunt. 

I wanted ta' tell him ta' gimme bac' my damn blunt. But he trippin' so I sat down and hushed my mouth. 

"Ard, was good?" I asked. 

"Aight. So, we gotta like make ourselves known in dis' skreets, 'cuz this s**t not cuttin' it fa' me. Jus' sittin' around chillin', waitin fa' sum' ta' happening. I got a big ass house ta' pay mortgage fa'. 'Dis low pay ain't workin'." Rah explained. 

I chuckled. "You wanted ta' get a big ass house like you rich and ballin'. But I get wha' you sayin', Compton been too quiet." I agreed.

"

Well I think-" 

"Yeah, so we should like start war wit' lame squads first. See how it plays out." I said, cutting off Cash. 

I felt him starin' at me as my lips curved inta' a smile. 

"Brooklyn stop being childish," Rah said, using my government. I smacked my teeth. "Anyway, what did you wanna say Cash?" 

"What I wanted to say was ion think we ready for allat. Like we should cool it down until we gain more workers in case we get ambushed or whatever." Cash shrugged. 

I laughed. "I knew you wa' pussy." 

Cash got up. "Ight, I'm sick and tired of you acting like a b***h and being petty. If a fight is what you want, a fight is what you'll get." Cash sized me up. 

"Cash.." Rah said sternly. 

Rah needa learn how ta' use his big brudda' antics on India, not me. 'Cuz I'll murda' dis' nigga fa'real. 

"No, let da' yungin' sho' me wha' he all 'bout." I held my hand up ta' Rah. 

"Das why yo b***h been fuckin' with me for months na'." Cash smirked. 

I laughed, darkly. Dis nigga don't kno' when ta' shut da' f**k up, sometimes. 

The room wa' quiet and tension-filled. You could hear a pin drop and slice da' tension in dis' b***h wit' a knife.

My anger wa' reachin' it's peak, but I snapped at da' next thing he said. 

"Aye, when you gon set me up with Rasha? She got a nice fat-" 

Next thing I knew, I took my gun out, c****d it and shot him in his legs & shoulda's. 

Ion even kno' how I did dat' so fast. 

Cash's piercin' screams filled da' room. 

Rah rubbed his face. "Nigga, you gettin' yo blood all ova' my carpets. This Egyptian my nigga. Mane, FLEET & BURN, COME CLEAN 'DIS NIGGA UP." Rah yelled. 

I smiled at Cash and put my gun away. 

"I'll see yo ass, when I see you." I dapped up Rah, who wa' too busy complainin' ta' Cash dat' he messed up his carpets. 

I strolled out da' office & out da' trap. 

That went well. I thought

I decided ta' call up my baybeh, India. Even tho, she'on kno' yet. She bae fa'real. 

Well she been bae since she came & bailed a real nigga out. She's beautiful, thick and loyal as f**k. 

"What nigga?" She groaned.

I chuckled at tha' way she answered da' phone. 

"Imma need you ta' change ya' way of sayin' goodmorning ta' me." I said, gettin' inta' my whip.

"Whateva, whatchu need, tho? Ta' bail you out of jail?" I heard Shayla chuckle in da' background.

"Tell Oswald to be quiet fa' I get Rah on ha' ass." I smirk, turnin' on da' ignition.

India chuckled and repeated wha' I said.

"She said shut up."

I laughed. "But fa'real come entertain a nigga."

I tapped da' wheel as I waited at a red light.

"I'm wit' Shay right na'. Buh' lemme jus' finish up & I'll meet you at yo' crib at 6?" India asked.

"Ard, bye." I said, hangin' up. I turned inta' da' drive thru' of McDonald's and ordered. I

I got my breakfast and drove up ta' da' flower shop. I bought lot of flowa's & went ta' store to get sum' things fo' tonight.

Dis' wa' gon' be it. 

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