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Lately things had gotten back to herbage, but things weren't the same and now Johnny was out there fakin' it sellin' confiscated crack and basically continuing a bad scene. RD and I cruised around the projects next to Lemon Street and on the backside spotted some tweaks hittin' the foil with a big boom box and some gangsta' rap kickin'. We turned around and came back, pulling adjacent to the building so I could yell out the window. "Yo!" I hollered. "You guys know ATL, Lil' Young 'un or the Serious Records rappin' crew?" A wild eyed, thin stick of a man exhaled a huge cloud of smoke and spoke up. "Fuck you cracker motherfucker!" "Let's cut out RD, these dudes are spun." I told RD. "Naw. Fuck dat shit!" RD bellowed. He pulled into a parking space and got out really quick. "Hey motherfuckers. My partner asked you a question. I think you need to re-phrase your response!" Yelled RD walking quickly towards the two men. They grabbed their boom box and ran towards the complex courtyard, the fastest I seen folks move in a while. "Hey!" RD yelled after them. "Get some respect and manners motherfuckers!" He got back in the car and we headed out of that complex and accross the looop into a much bigger apartment complex. At the street entrance was a run-down convenience store and beside it a laundry mat in worse shape with alot of characters hangin' out front. We slowed down and I contemplated asking them, one very obese guy walked away from the group towards us. "What 'cha need" He yelled out. "Nothing you got!" RD yelled back. We turned the curve and rode into the complex. "I'd hate to be caught down here after dark." I said. RD laughed. "Me too partna. Niggas ain't safe in these parts. These motherfuckers are mutant all the way around!" We pulled up to a group of women who looked us over and a big momma called out. "Whassup?" Givin' RD the givin' smile. "Hey honey." RD laughed. "We're looking for some cats called ATL who did a record called Gees and Trees, with a Left Texas Trick thing goin' on. You know where we can find 'em?" "I don't know no rappas like dat. There's some down around dat cawna in the bricks with the green awnings. That's the only rappers I know 'round here."
 RD said thanks and as we were about to pull away I saw something coming towards my window and I turned my head. "What you need baby!" She was tall, long straight hair, not much on but a short skirt, halter top and high heels. She was smiling and bent down in the window. "I gives the best head 'round!" She smiled, eyeing us both. "I gots a damn hot box that'll make ya'll sing too. I'll take both you on and make you come." I burst out laughing and RD just shook his head and pulled off. We rounded the corner and the rappers were outside doing their thing. "Yo!" I hollered. "Ya'll every heard of ATL and 'Lil Young'un? "Who?" One guy blurted out making a pissed face. Another guy walked towards the car. "Lil Youn'un's in jail. He ain't gonna be back for a while. Never heard of no fuckin' ATL." "Damn. Well, thanks anyway." I said. We tried a few more, got really no where. One cat said he could show us where they were, but he needed a ride to the liquor store. I looked at RD, he shook his head. I said maybe the cat was legit. 
"That bug eyed monsta is full o' shit. He's probably got a piece ready to rock. Tell you what, you sit in the back with the 45 and blast his ass if he pulls any shit." It wasn't really what I had planned, but I did want to find these guys, so I put the pistol under my shirt, opened the door. "Get in, you got shotgun." I told the rider. He approached the open door and looked in at RD. "Whoa. Wait one minute. You motherfuckers 5-0 or sumptin?" RD: "Naw man, it's cool, get in." Homie backed off. "I ain't gettin' in the car with you, no fuckin' way" RD started to cuss him but I spoke up telling the guy it was cool, really. He backed further off and said he didn't know no ATL or no rappers. I told him it was important we find them. RD cussed alot louder and I got in and handed him back his killing machine. "Fuck these spaced out niggas!" RD yelled. "They wouldn't know their ass from a hole in their heads." We raced off. For another hour or so we cruised both sides of the loop asking whomever we saw. We passed Johnny and he got on our tail and wouldn't leave. I said the hell with it and we left the neighborhood. On the way back to the house I put the Gees and Trees CD in the deck. About the fifth song RD turned it down and said, "Hell yeah, them motherfuckers are good. Damn shame they gone somewhere." I agreed. I definitely agreed. |
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