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Story: Juice
“I know what he did was foul but he ain’t act alone. Nari was a willing participant ain’t like he forced her.”
I waved him off. “I ain’t tryna hear none of that.”
“Can you at least wait until you perform before you get at that nigga.”
“Luc.” I patted his arm. “Now that I can do. I’ll give y’all that.” Nodding my head I repeated. “Yeah, I’ll give y’all that. But that nigga getting touched tonight.”
“Do yo thang Juice. Let’s give these folks a show first. Ain’t no sense in upsetting ya fans.”
“You right.”
Flocco set lasted another five minutes. In the time it took him to address the crowd and walk off stage my team had already ushered me on through the other side. Grabbing the mic from my DJ I stood in the center of the stage and raised my arms in the air, making the crowd go wild.
“What’s up Atlanta!” I yelled in the mic. “That non rapping ass nigga Flocco ain’t put y’all to sleep, did he?” When they yelled no I laughed into the mic. “Good. DJ drop that shit.” When the beat to War dropped the crowd went fucking nuts. I had to pause in the middle of the song ‘cause they was out rapping my ass.
My city really fucked with me and any chance I got to hop on stage and do what I do I was grateful.“I’ll go to war with anybody. Wet his ass up and then hide the body. Niggas talking slick but they know not to try me. Knock his bitch up and then I’ll brag about it.”I rapped. “Atlanta!” I yelled. “Tell them pussy niggas they know where to find me.” Forming a gun with my hand I pointed it out to the crowd and shot that bitch.
Jogging over to my DJ, I gave him the que to drop the song I recorded the night I found out Nari fucked Flocco. Staring at me quizzically he asked, “you sure?”
“Fuck yeah.” I drawled.
Before the track dropped, I brought the mic up to my mouth. “Niggas come to the A and think they ain’t gotta see me. FloccoI’m on yo ass.” I heard the crowd gasp, but I was on one now. “DJ drop that shit!”
Pounding my mic in the air to the beat I bopped my head.“What happened to that part of the game where niggas baby mamas was off limits. Guess that shit only count when it comes to certain bitches. Flocco played with fire and now he ‘bout to get burned. I’mma walk that nigga down and put his ass in an urn.
You crossed the line, now I’m drawing blood in the margins. Slept with my queen? That’s war no pardons. You hit once, now you think you the man? She called you “mid” while you was fumblin’, ya master plan. You violate codes, now karma gotta aim. I’m ten toes down, you just limp with my name.
Flocco? Sound tough, but you not on go. More cap in your rap than a sold-out show. You ain’t sliding’ on nothin’ but your mama’s rent. Talk real big but your soul broke and bent. You smashed for clout, now you act like a star. But my girl said your stroke was weak, barely made it to par. You ain’t hurt me dog, you exposed your worth. You crossed the line, now it’s smoke on sight. Flocco, you fell off tryna flex my life.”
Slicing my hand across my throat I signaled for the track to stop. “In case I ain’t make myself clear the first time my baby mama off limits to any nigga out there that ain’t Julius “Juice” Jones. Atlanta that’s my time. I love y’all.” Kissing my fingers I pointed them at the crowd before walking off.
Before I could get completely behind the curtain Tito was grabbing me by the arm. “Fuck is wrong with you?” He based.
“Ain’t shit wrong with me.” I shook out of his grasp. “Y’all niggas thought I was fucking ‘round when I said I’m on that nigga ass. Every time I see that nigga it’s up.”
“And how the fuck you think Nariah feel ‘bout that stunt you just pulled.”
“She’ll be aight. It ain’t like niggas ain’t know what the fuck went down. Bitch ass nigga been running ‘round telling the shit to anybody that’ll listen.”
“Nawl let me the fuck go!” I heard somebody yell.
When I turned around, I peeped Flocco trying to get through his security and mine. “Mama’s boy got something to say. Let that nigga go.” I ordered. Sliding my shirt over my head I tossed it to the side and taunted. “I’m right here homeboy. Ain’t no running.”
“Aye Juice. I fucked twice my boy. Bet she ain’t tell you that.” The nigga had the nerve to brag.
Flocco ain’t stand a chance, the minute he was able to free himself from security I was on his ass. I hit that nigga so hard it dazed his ass and by the time he recovered I was pummeling the shit out of his face. I tried to stump a mud hole in that nigga when he slipped and fell to the ground. I had zoned out was trying my hardest to kill that nigga when somebody snatched me back.
“We gotta go!” Lucas yelled while pulling me away.
Grabbing my shirt up from the ground the two of us took off through the crowd of people backstage. We ain’t stop running until we were outside the arena and hopping into the sprinter.
“I hope you know it’ll be a warrant out for your arrest in the morning.” Tito noted.
“And I’mma be in my mugshot with all my jewelry on and a smile on my face.”
“Yo ass better hope that nigga don’t retaliate.”
“Nawl he better hope he don’t. Cause I’m coming for his whole bloodline.”
I waved him off. “I ain’t tryna hear none of that.”
“Can you at least wait until you perform before you get at that nigga.”
“Luc.” I patted his arm. “Now that I can do. I’ll give y’all that.” Nodding my head I repeated. “Yeah, I’ll give y’all that. But that nigga getting touched tonight.”
“Do yo thang Juice. Let’s give these folks a show first. Ain’t no sense in upsetting ya fans.”
“You right.”
Flocco set lasted another five minutes. In the time it took him to address the crowd and walk off stage my team had already ushered me on through the other side. Grabbing the mic from my DJ I stood in the center of the stage and raised my arms in the air, making the crowd go wild.
“What’s up Atlanta!” I yelled in the mic. “That non rapping ass nigga Flocco ain’t put y’all to sleep, did he?” When they yelled no I laughed into the mic. “Good. DJ drop that shit.” When the beat to War dropped the crowd went fucking nuts. I had to pause in the middle of the song ‘cause they was out rapping my ass.
My city really fucked with me and any chance I got to hop on stage and do what I do I was grateful.“I’ll go to war with anybody. Wet his ass up and then hide the body. Niggas talking slick but they know not to try me. Knock his bitch up and then I’ll brag about it.”I rapped. “Atlanta!” I yelled. “Tell them pussy niggas they know where to find me.” Forming a gun with my hand I pointed it out to the crowd and shot that bitch.
Jogging over to my DJ, I gave him the que to drop the song I recorded the night I found out Nari fucked Flocco. Staring at me quizzically he asked, “you sure?”
“Fuck yeah.” I drawled.
Before the track dropped, I brought the mic up to my mouth. “Niggas come to the A and think they ain’t gotta see me. FloccoI’m on yo ass.” I heard the crowd gasp, but I was on one now. “DJ drop that shit!”
Pounding my mic in the air to the beat I bopped my head.“What happened to that part of the game where niggas baby mamas was off limits. Guess that shit only count when it comes to certain bitches. Flocco played with fire and now he ‘bout to get burned. I’mma walk that nigga down and put his ass in an urn.
You crossed the line, now I’m drawing blood in the margins. Slept with my queen? That’s war no pardons. You hit once, now you think you the man? She called you “mid” while you was fumblin’, ya master plan. You violate codes, now karma gotta aim. I’m ten toes down, you just limp with my name.
Flocco? Sound tough, but you not on go. More cap in your rap than a sold-out show. You ain’t sliding’ on nothin’ but your mama’s rent. Talk real big but your soul broke and bent. You smashed for clout, now you act like a star. But my girl said your stroke was weak, barely made it to par. You ain’t hurt me dog, you exposed your worth. You crossed the line, now it’s smoke on sight. Flocco, you fell off tryna flex my life.”
Slicing my hand across my throat I signaled for the track to stop. “In case I ain’t make myself clear the first time my baby mama off limits to any nigga out there that ain’t Julius “Juice” Jones. Atlanta that’s my time. I love y’all.” Kissing my fingers I pointed them at the crowd before walking off.
Before I could get completely behind the curtain Tito was grabbing me by the arm. “Fuck is wrong with you?” He based.
“Ain’t shit wrong with me.” I shook out of his grasp. “Y’all niggas thought I was fucking ‘round when I said I’m on that nigga ass. Every time I see that nigga it’s up.”
“And how the fuck you think Nariah feel ‘bout that stunt you just pulled.”
“She’ll be aight. It ain’t like niggas ain’t know what the fuck went down. Bitch ass nigga been running ‘round telling the shit to anybody that’ll listen.”
“Nawl let me the fuck go!” I heard somebody yell.
When I turned around, I peeped Flocco trying to get through his security and mine. “Mama’s boy got something to say. Let that nigga go.” I ordered. Sliding my shirt over my head I tossed it to the side and taunted. “I’m right here homeboy. Ain’t no running.”
“Aye Juice. I fucked twice my boy. Bet she ain’t tell you that.” The nigga had the nerve to brag.
Flocco ain’t stand a chance, the minute he was able to free himself from security I was on his ass. I hit that nigga so hard it dazed his ass and by the time he recovered I was pummeling the shit out of his face. I tried to stump a mud hole in that nigga when he slipped and fell to the ground. I had zoned out was trying my hardest to kill that nigga when somebody snatched me back.
“We gotta go!” Lucas yelled while pulling me away.
Grabbing my shirt up from the ground the two of us took off through the crowd of people backstage. We ain’t stop running until we were outside the arena and hopping into the sprinter.
“I hope you know it’ll be a warrant out for your arrest in the morning.” Tito noted.
“And I’mma be in my mugshot with all my jewelry on and a smile on my face.”
“Yo ass better hope that nigga don’t retaliate.”
“Nawl he better hope he don’t. Cause I’m coming for his whole bloodline.”
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