I was tired of talking to this li’l nigga. I didn’t know what it was going to take. Every day it was a new word on the street about this nigga and the shit he was doing. Now I heard he was fucking that bitch, Ceazia. And I wouldn’t be surprised if his li’l shortie knew about it too. It was all over town that one of those project chicks he was fucking caught C at his crib one night and slit their tires. Between C, the chicken-heads and his li’l shortie, BJ, Duke was getting in over his head. I tried to tell that nigga Ceazia was dangerous, but he still wasn’t hearing me. This was just one thing I couldn’t stand back and watch. I fucked up one time by letting him move on his own, but I refused to do it again. I was going to call this li’l nigga over, so I could holla at him. Ring, ring ... ring, ring. “You have reached the voice mail box of 757 ...” the recording began to say. I didn’t even bother leaving a message. I just hung up and called him on his business line.
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