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Life Of Hustling And Death
- Nobody wants to die, but unfortunately, it happens. Step
into the wrong game and clapped. It happens and if it hasn't, it
will! This thug life is not a game or fun thing people like to
do. It's
another way of life not a good life, but it is a life. Here's my
story......
My name is
Carter but everyone
calls me Lil' Weezie and when I wake up in the morning I thank God
above for letting me live another beautiful day in these streets
of Southside Chicago. It is not easy to live in the hood; I mean, there
is
always police sirens, gun shots, and hypes everywhere you look, it's
sickening. I run this block everyone knows that, and those who don't
find out the hard way. All my family live on htis block, and we run a
chain of illegal gun smuggling. We get everything from grenade
launchers, m-16's, m-15's, even if you want a 38*, we got it. It is a
profitable business. When someone see's or knows you got a little bit
of change in your pocket, they want it. That's just how it goes. Most
of these guns are hot and we try to keep it on the D.L.. Ya knows? But
sometimes slip out, and that's when all the drama starts. Like the
other day, this one cat I do business with , his name is Tony. He had a
big mouth and everyone knew it. Nobody liked doing business with him,
but he always had that paper to cover whatever. But not yesterday. He
and his friend had a plan to jack everything I have and own, but they
were messing with the wrong dude at the wrong time. They had this plan
to set me up with the D.A.. I am a smart person, I don't do business
with any body I don't know, and that's real. He said to meet him with
with all the heavy artillery I had at the old shoe factory just out of
Chi-Town. I knew something was up because he never acked for the big
stuff. I got to thinking maybe he hit a lick or somethig
like that, but I was in for a rude awaking. I pull up in a junker
because you don't want to be obvious in a pimped out chevy truck. So I
pull up to the abandoned warehouse and I should have trusted my
instinct because there was too many cars here for this to be abandoned.
I got out of my car and grabbed three duffel bags, reach in my jock,
pull out my 9mm and start dumping at anything I saw. I hit two
D.A. oficers, and I got hit in the shoulder and then in leg, and then I
see Tony, the guy I was one bullet left in the chamber. I aimed and
squeezed the trigger and hit him in the head. I don't care how I went
out in this game as long as I got mine in, and I did, so in that case,
I went out a true soldier and that's all I care about.
Keith Bixnman
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