Page 29 of On Everything
Hov
Staring across the court at the nigga who tried to infringe on my operation and my future bitch was like looking at a target at target practice. The court lights had popped on about two hours ago, and the sky was as dark as one could be. My team had just lost me twenty thousand dollars on a bet from a bullshit shot at the end of the game, and now this nigga K’so is the first nigga I see.
Everything about the street nigga in me wanted to shoot this muthafucka in between his eyes for wanting even wanting to fuck with my territory. I want to stand over his body and warn the rest of his crew to never cross me again in front of every muthafucka out here. Trying to take over a territory I own is a death sentence. Diablo getting killed didn’t give them the go ahead to move on some shit. The street nigga in me had smoke seeping from his ears right now. My hands were squeezed into a tight fists, and I’m sure most people around thought it was because of the money I just lost. It was about my respect tho’ and the nigga disrespecting me being here. The street nigga in me wants to make his mama cry over four caskets at the same time and then kill her on her way home from the funeral.
“Let me know what type of time you on, Hov, and I’m right behind you.”
Crew spoke to that murderous nigga inside of me because he had one too.
“Nah, we will get this nigga later. He definitely not worth moving reckless and doing no hard time for.”
See along with that street nigga, there was an even more powerful nigga inside that was all things good. That was the nigga my granny raised to say yes ma’am and no ma’am to my elders and get good grades in school. That good nigga grew up in the projects and saw the same things the street nigga did, only he remembered his grandmas prayers in his head. He didn’t move off emotions but off faith. That good nigga inside me has saved a lot of lives that the street nigga was ready to take. The good nigga was not about to have all these children and innocent bystanders witness street nigga nonsense.
“Well every nigga is worth it to me,” Crew replied, spitting on the ground.
He was never the type to think before reacting in most cases. We’ve spent thousands of dollars to keep this nigga out of jail. From paying off witnesses to paying off victim’s family members. We’ve even had to go as far as getting him a lawyer about five years ago on this murder case that would have sent him to Rikers. When he beat that case, he really turned up a notch on killing. Now he felt untouchable if nothing else.
Crew’s sister Jasmine walked up to him with some shorts up her ass and some bright blonde hair that made me spot her way before she got over here. All of Crew's sisters were out here today because them chickenheads didn’t miss shit.
“Crew, let me have forty five dollars to get some food out here.”
“You know your ass just trying to buy an 8th.. Here, just take this.” Crew dug in his pocket and pulled out a sack of weed.
“Thanks, brother.”
She pinched his cheek, and he tuned her out to loud talk with some nigga he knows from his block. That nigga was a lot more social than me.
“Hey, Hov.” Jasmine gave her attention to me. I knew she would because she’d been on me since we were teenagers sneaking to fuck in their restroom when I was visiting her brother. When I think about it, me and Jas used to be wilding, fucking in the restroom with all of them people living in that two bedroom apartment. Thank God she never got pregnant by me back then. I would hate to have had my first kid by a fuckin’ hoodrat like her. No offense to Crew.
“What’s up, Jas.”
“Where you been? I haven’t seen you around the hood lately.”
“I been around, you just don’t see me.”
“Yeah, and that’s such a shame too. Your ass is such a good sight to see” She popped her lips on the straw she was sipping Horchata from. She was the first bitch to suck my dick and had been the best after all these years. I can give that to her.
“Make sure when you in the hood, you let me know so that I can suck on that big strong ass pole in your pants. Just as sweet as this.” She lifted her drink up before walking away. I followed her ass because I’m a man and she had that heavy motherfucker sitting out, but as she walked away, I spotted just the little nigga I been needing to see since I saw him laughing and talking with Ciara. Of course, his little ass knows who she is.
“Yo Princeton!”
I stopped him when he rode by me on his bike.
“What up, Hov?”
He looked confused and scared with me, calling him over here. He knew we had a partnership that only him and the niggas in my organization could know about. If people know he’s connected to me, they may not run their mouths as much, but that shit was out the window for right now. My curiosity about Ciara had me saying fuck my own rules.
“What’s up, Hov? You wanted me to come over here?” His voice shook as he approached me.
“Don’t worry, lil man. It’s nothing, I just have to ask you about ol’ girl Ciara, who you was talking to earlier.”
He started to giggle.
“She fine, ain’t she?”
“That’s beside the point, lil nigga. How do you know her?”
“To be honest, she is like a big sister to me. Her and my sister Pernelle are best friends. I’ve been knowing her my whole life.”
