Dialgoue Essay

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Shaking my damn head at them stupid inconsiderate ass niggas I’m out here damn near a fucking week straight, on a stakeout that I personally don’t even think this nigga is holding like that anymore. Technically I think this punk cleaned his money and went legit.
Yo, that’s what’s up if he did go that route, but it’s a problem if you got my attention out here. I value my fucking time B! I could be spending time with my precious daughter. Damn I’ll give anything to give her everything; she is one of the main reasons why I do this shit.
I love my evil brother, but I’m from a bigger city I know better, this shit doesn’t last too long, especially if you got kids. But this nigga don’t understand because he from a little ass city and this type of shit is what they live for. We both were born in LaGuardia Hospital in Queens, NY. He is the oldest by two minutes. Our mother gave him up to her grandmother in Peoria, Illinois. So we were raised around two different kinds of people. I’m from the Shady Ville, Queens Village on the south side of Jamaican Queens. I also fucked with my niggas on the Hill off 87th & Queens Blvd (Lil Haven Boyz), right by Queens County Jail.
But my brother though he came up in the Warner Homes, a corrupt project that he claims was so crazy that they had to knock it down because the crime rate was worst then Chicago. But I never seen the shit because by the time I got here these niggas was “Harrison Homes” crazy ‘Dub H’ Hard Head’s, Bomb Squad all that. I think he wanted something different because when Chicago finally took Peoria off the ‘GD’ count for the board members coming up missing. Niggas started making up they own cliques and squads, but Drip went to the hill he said it was more money up there.
As I sat in t...

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... ceiling, and by the time they looked back up I had disappeared.
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Back at Drip we were finally done counting the money. We had checked “BIG” 2.7 million. Yo that old muthafucka was holding! Birds done woke up, and I’m excited about this money. I light up some loud getting ready to escape life when I noticed that something was wrong with this nigga Drip, he didn't said shit all while we were counting the money. He looks at me… “Did you kill those hoes?” he asked. I’m thinking to myself like what the fuck, but I answer him “Naw why?” I asked “I knew you was soft, pussy!” Drip said. I told his punk ass to shut the fuck up and tossed his ass the cigarette butt.
“What’s this?” he asked looking all confused. “Yo fucking D.N.A you dumb bitch, now have my money separated from yo shit before I get back!” I said while walking out the front door.

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