JUST YOU WAIT...LOL (4...all those waiting)

"so was it worth it?" "was what worth what?" I asked. "Fucking up a nigga nut yo, fuck you think?" he half laughed...truthfully speaking, I aint know what to think and before I hit him wit some shit...I wanted to make since of what da fuck I just heard..."it's allways worth it homie...I thought chu wasn't worried about no nut...sex is sex remember, what happend to dat ova shit...you know, you needing a nigga cannon?" I replied..."you right rite yo, I do need you...bad like a mafucka..." he shot as he ran and tackled me to da bed laughing..."fuk out here yo was all I could say as dis nigga began tickling me and grabbing my ass, playing like..."aite, aite, aite, you got it, you got it," I laughed...as I lay on my back he lay over top of me looking at me..."nah real talk doe, I do need you...and your wheel if I can borrow it for a young second?" "Pussy, how you go from poppin shit about me answering na phone to slamming a nigga doors, den come out talking bout chu wanna borrow my wheel?" "cuz it is what it is...you digg?" was all I heard before he began sucking my neck...damn, dis mafucka had a way wit shit...now wonder Jaz prolly all fucked up in na head I thought...as he continue sucking my neck, I just lay back wit my hands at my side..."so who...umph, who...umph, slurp, who, was dat on na phone yo? he asked...in between umphs, i recieved wet licks around my ear and to my neck...dis nigga wasn't da only mafuka dat knew how to send a mafucka spinning..."oh dat was Ree..." i replied...he paused and threw his head back as he look down at me..."Ree? Fuck dat nigga want?" he shot..." you tell me cannon...he peoples right?" I questioned..."yea he peoples...I jus know dis nigga at work, and you know dat nigga don't call nobody when he on na gig you digg?" he half laughed..."yea, you right...dis nigga said he been tryn link witchu all night doe..." at this point i wanted to see how dis nigga was gone fold..."word? wonder why he aint hit my jack den...he got da number, dis nigga was wit me when I bought da hitter, it don't matter, i find out what dis nigga want when i get back round na way...you got me on your wheel real quick?" he retorted "wutchu gotta do around na way real quick doe cannon?" I asked..."oh i gotta grab some shit from work you digg?" "you gone face jaz huh, I thought chall was beefin'?"..."oh she at work...das why I need to get through dere and grab shit before I see dis bitch...fuck around and choke da life out dat broad for dis shit you feel...so you got me on na wheel yo?"..."yea you got it...keys on na counter..." "solid!" he said as he rolled off of me and grabbed his shirt...I sat up and looked for anything that told me something was up...Nothing! Nuffin seem outta order...dis nigga dressing he aint shaking or nuffin...DA FUCK WAS GOING ON...NIGGAZ IS LYING AND I BOUT TO GET DOWN TO DA BOTTOM OF DIS SHIT was all I could think. As I hear da garage door close, I sat up and decided to fuck wit anova angle...Trina...da fuck tip dis bitch was on I thought as I made my way out da front door. As I walk towards Trina spot thoughts began to ring again...Trina on some foul shit yo...dis bitch really tried to trap a nigga! Hmph...das fuckn wild i thought as i smiled to myself...as I walk up her front, i ain't notice her wheel...even doe dis bitch had a garage like my shit...she neva used it...upidy ass broad wanted everybody to see her wack ass AUDI...bitch must still be out...I had to get in her spot doe...jus to confirm nis condom shit...plus I wanted to see if dis bitch was living foul...I was spose to be da only nigga fuckn her and if she had a box of mags...dat mean dis bitch was a stone, cold, ski hoe and she was tryn trap me and fucking ova niggas. After ringing her bell thrice, I just went  for da key she always kept above the door for me and in I went....as I made my way up her steps, I couldn't help but notice da setup...I couldn't even front, da bitch had taste, mafuckn creme carpet leading up da steps, marble floors in na bathroom, look at dis mafuckn bedroom, cherry wood sleigh bed wit da end tables to match accented wit A MOTHERFUCKING BOX OF TROJANS? DA FUCK? As I examine na box I heard da garage door shut...damn, I was expecting nis bitch to come through da front she don't never come through da gargage...I stood froze thinking whats my next move...should I dart out da front...Nah, she fuck around and see me...should a nigga hide...nah...dis bitch fuck around see me...should I..."POP!" was all I heard...instinctively I dove on na floor, without a question dat was gun shot...I just sat crouched up against da bed in silence. My silence was matched wit pure silence for a minute...at dis point nigga's hearts is beating like a mafuka...den I hear somebody coming up da steps...finally the second occupier entered the bedroom, we met eyes..."DA FUCK YO?!"....