Mama Don't Mess with Me

 

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Wasn’t but three days later, Rhonda caught a 9 mm in the back of her head.  I shoulda gave a high five to Pinto and Toon, but I didn’t want to mix with them muthas any more.

 

Wasn’t but four days later that a black SUV cut me off crossin the street and pulled me inside.  Bunch of white guys inside.  Big dude says, “Congratulations, my man.  You just replaced Rhonda.  Either cooperate or you’re goin down.”

 

“For what?  I ain’t done nothin!”





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