JUST YOU WAIT...LOL (XVIII)

...."WHERES JAZZ YO?"..."NIGGA FUCK JAZZ!...DA FUCK HAPPEND TO MY SPOT NIGGA?"...I shot...dat was da best I could response I could give dis nigga ova den fuck him up as I watch him stand in na middle of my ransacked living room. Shit was everywhere yo...lamps turnt over, Plasma TV got a mafuckn split in it, my oriental got tears in it...you name it...it was FUCKED UP!...and dis nigga asking me bout JAZZ? "Dawg, I dont even know...real talk...I jus came back from parking your wheel n na garage...I get in and shit fucked up yo!" "HOW DA FUCK YOU SOUND CANNON? DA FUCK YOU DOIN IN MY SPOT? AND WHERE DIS NIGGA RAH AND WHY YOU GOT MY WHEEL NIGGA?"...I spat..." DAWG...FIRST OFF, YOU GONE MAFUCKN CHILL! I JUS TOLD JU...." he paused..." my bad yo...I know how shit look wit me standing in your living room and shit and real talk, I cant explain nis shit...but first niggas need to calm down so we can get down to da bottom of dis shit here yo...dis shit look foul yo, foul like a mafuka!" he half laughed...at dis point I'm not sure what to think...I aint seen or heard from nis nigga since last night...now he in my fucked up living room, parking my whip, asking bout Jazz, and talking bout shit look foul..." A yo, Kyree, dawg...wussup homie...where dis nigga Rah yo?" I retorted..."dat Nigga AWOL yo...real talk...niggaz is crazy...but fuck dat nigga yo...we all we got you dig...something aint neva click right wit me bout dat nigga yo...it's cool...you got me doe..." he half laughed..."shit nigga, you lucky I was able to save your wheel yo...dis nigga was talking bout doing some foul shit dawg...YOU HEAR ME MHIR...SOME FOUL SHIT!" he half laughed....Da fuck? Dis nigga talking in code and talking bout RAH on some foul shit? I don't know wut da fuck...I do know one thing doe...it's time to go get NINA!...my motherfucking milli in my bedroom...dat bitch allways get down to da bottom of shit yo...as dis nigga stand in the middle of my shit, shaking his head as if giving his dissaproval, my plan is to make it to the first step and dart up da rest...honestly I dont know what da fuck is going on and it aint like I'm accusing nis nigga of nuffin...all I know is he looking guilty den a mafuka and sounding worse...as I inched to da rug, dis nigga caught on..."WHERE GOING YO?" he shot..."Oh i'm bout to run upstairs real quick you digg...see if dis nigga fucked up my bedroom too..." I responded..."Now you think dis nigga did it huh?" he questioned half laughing..."WHO DO YOU TRUST YO?" he barked..." Take it from ya honest...trust no one yo...NOT A MOTHERFUCKING SOUL-DIGG ME?" he spat..." what happend to trusting you? You all I got remember?" I rebutted..." Oh yea, I'm just talking bout ova niggas, hmph, I aint even included in nat...you could trust me like shit...u digg?" "Yea I digg! So how you feel about a nigga going upstairs yo?" I retorted..." hah..." he shot half laughing..." why you asking me fam? Dis your shit right?" he spat while holding his hands in his pocket..." I just wanted your advice das all, you know...trusting my number one's word dawg...das all dat is!" I half laughed...thinking na whole time, da fuck type shit i'm getting ready deal wit..."hah, your number one huh? Hmph! YEA AITE NIGGA!..." he spat...at this point it was nuffin more than a stare down between us...only dis nigga wasn't husking grilling me, he was smiling as if wanting to know my next move....and he got it...