Chapter TwoThe next night
“Aye, them squares you hit me off with is fire. Niggaz have been blowing my cell up for the shit.” Taco informed Nightmare, rubbing his hands together greedily. The gangsta crip smiled. He was happy to hear that his new product had the streets buzzing. “Only thing is I’ve had to slang the s**t to my Westside ninjas and the few homies that are still f*****g with us. The smokers won’t come within a hundred yard radius of our traps since we’ve been beefing with the Twinkies, they’re scared they’re gonna catch a hot one and shit.”
“How much of the s**t you got left?” Nightmare asked, taking a peek inside the shopping bag of cash his little homie had given him when he came inside of the house.
“Two. After that I’m sitting on that bullshit Omid gave us. I can’t give
