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Drugz n' Momma's (Gangsta Challange)

“Sup, bitch, you got the shit?” asked O-tok as he strutted up to me, lookin’ like he thought was the President.
“Yeah, man. Got my money?”
“Oh, uh, I get it to yah…Just not now.”
“Then I ain’t givin you nuthin’, homes.”
“Bitch, don’t make me bleed you!” screamed O-tok as he pulled out his .44 and popped a few shots into the air.
“Get the fuck outta here, unless you want some lead up yo ass!” I screamed as I hefted my .22 against his head.

“Ok man, ya know, just take it easy man, I ain’t done nothin, man, nothin! Oh wait, I got a phone call, scuse me a sec.”
O-tok stepped back a bit and flicked his phone up to his ear.
“Momma? Whats up?...Hoagie got shot?... Brutus got shot?...Dad got shot? Ok momma, I got’s ta go..No, no momm…Momma, you’s embarrassin’ me in fronta my dealer!...No, momma…Ok…I love you too…Bye”
“Man, you’s a puss.”I said, like all weird from his momma talk.
“Man I gotta go get lunch and pick up my girl, dawg. We gotta hit some funerals…See yo at home.”
“Later, Bro.”

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