The Get Back • | Eazy E ● Nas ● The Game ● Nicki Minaj

The Get Back | 7

I don't love money that much to destroy the youth, even though that baby mom's is a scandalous ass crack head bitch.

"You got me?" she excitedly asked as she walked closer to me.

"Man...we go through this shit all the time Nae" I replied displaying my annoyance with her.

I continued as she mean mugged me, "I aint selling to you...not with no baby in yo ass"

"Fuck you Casual you ain't shit" she screamed as she stuck her middle finger up in my face then smacking me in the arm angrily.

"I love you too Nae, get the fuck outta here"

"Nah hold on Nae, you want that high?", Tony says as he rubbed his hands and licking his lips.

Nae stopped hitting me and eyed Tony up and down as if she hit the lotto. I quickly glanced at Quan, who was looking back at me as he leaned against the corner store window which was filled with magazines and sale ads.

"Yeah Tone" she said, trying to sound sexy. "You got sum fa mama?"

"Shit I might but don't be telling my baby momma I sell to yo ass", Tony smirked deviously as head motioned for Nae to come closer to him.

I watched as Tony and Nae get close to each other and exchanging two vials and her handing him crumbled bills.

"Thank.... thank you so much bro" she' stammered as she stuffed the vials into her shirt.

I tilted my head to the side, looking at this nigga Tony. He is really savage and don't give a fuck when it comes to money. I'll kill a nigga for mine, but damn...really nigga?

Nae was Tony baby mom's best friend at some point, but they fell out since her baby daddy started getting her high on this shit. Some say Tony a foul nigga for how he moved, but he always made sure I eat.

"Aye...Aye Cas" Nae called out. "Fuck yo pint sized ass"

"Ha-ha yeah Nae, go home and wash yo ass" I laughed as I waved her off, while she crossed the street.

"Nigga is you fucking stupid son?!", Quan yelled loud enough for us to hear us.

A couple of older women with their shopping carts walked past as they spoke about their high blood pressure and going to church this upcoming Sunday.

Tony shrugged as he placed his money into his pocket and hawking spit on to the hard, grey cement ground.

"Fuck you mean nigga? I aint sign up to be no fucking social worker.... I'm tryin get paid if she doesn't give a fuck about her kid, why should I?"

Me and Quan exchanged looks.

"This nigga is fucking fried B", I say as I shake my head and watching Nae walk down the long avenue block.

The rest of that morning was nothing but sales. By three hours of this shit, I swore I had at least two grand. I mean, it aint no happy endings in this type of lifestyle, but when you bringing in this type of money; who the fuck wants to take a bullshit job listening to some white ma fucka

"Ayo, but a nigga hungry, ya comin?" I asked as I counted out my money before placing it in my pocket.

"Aight son" Quan says as he started walking.

"Y'all niggas go, I'm bout to stay and get this bread...bring me back a gyro" Tony yelled as posted up in front of the store.

"Yeah, whatever nigga" I yelled back as I chuckled.

Me and Quan walked off to my whip, maybe hit up the soul food spot Sylvia's. Anybody who rides through Harlem know it's a must to get a dinner from there.

"Son, that nigga is wildin, he sold to that bitch", I heard Quan say as he snapped me out of my thoughts.

I spat on the ground as we continued to walk down the blocks filled with tall, brown, project buildings as the cold, harsh New York wind sliced across my face.

"He always been that way, shit don't shock me none"

"You know he sold to his moms too?" Quan asked, concerned.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Tony moms not on the pipe...you fucking buggin"

Quan shook his head yes, "Yeah she is nigga her ol dude got her on that shit and heard she be fucking with the young niggas to get that work too nigga"

I cringed at the thought of selling my mom's drugs. That shit don't make no sense. Like where is the love?

Quan continued speaking in his raspy voice, "he given her that shit so she'll stop hitting the block all crazy for the smoke son"

I shook my head in disbelief, "Damn Tone"

"Could you imagine that shit Cas... supplying ya moms so she don't gotta bone or give dome for smoke and fucking and sucking niggas dicks all crazy son, that's wild"

I needed to have a talk with Tony cause shit like that causes people to talk. When people talk, word gets around and that's when you start being watched.

Quan continued, "Word, but we need to tell him to chill man, he be moving too crazy. He gon fuck around and get us caught son he too out there"

I thought about Quan' words. He made sense. Tony actions and his flashy-I-have-to-be-seen ways are gonna attract the wrong attention we don't need.

"I'ma talk to him", I says as I walked up to my car door, deactivating the alarm so we can jump in.

"I hope so, cause any nigga fucking with my money is asking to get murked" Quan warned as he closed the car door and buckling his seat belt.

As I placed my key in the ignition and started the car, I glanced quickly at Quan while he leaned on the console, staring out the window.

I'm starting to feel like him and Tony are not too fond of each other anymore just from what Quan said. Tony may not have no ill will towards Quan, but Quan may have a different agenda.

As for me, I'm watching all these niggas.

&& I decided to bring back the Get back, I have ideas for this book. Very good ones so Ima stop being a lazy ass an make it do what it do. So add this to your library. I appreciate it. Lemme know what yall think

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