It's quiet, fiends aren't quite moving like they usually do for a Thursday night, but Live wasn't worried about it, he'd already tore their ass up earlier that afternoon. Basically he was just out there now to be out there, it is what it is. Wahlil was trying to finish his pack up then they'd probably go knock off a twelve, blow a tree or two, and talk shit. Live says, "How many you got left?" Exhaling the smoke from a cigarette Wahlil blows "five pieces, what's up?" Live tells Wahlil he might not have enough, because he sees Shauna coming down the block. "Damn sure is," Wahlil says "fucking with them white boys." Live looks at his boy "didn't she get knocked last week?" "Nah, that was that other chick, you know Shauna be on point with her shit." Looking at Shauna coming Live says "You right, but she always like bringing them white boys down the block with her, I keep telling her to leave their ass in the car or around the corner or some shit." Wahlil looks at her with the dude and tells Live "I'm not fucking with her." "Give me the shit, I got it don't worry about." Live looks at her and says, "Shauna you know better, tell your man to step." She tells the dude with her to go down the block and wait, then she says "Nah he cool he was locked up with my brother, he just came home today." Live cuts Shauna off "fuck that shit, how many?" Wahlil stares at Shauna then says "you always talking about somebody cool, and how they were locked up with your brother, stop that bullshit." Shauna only had one thing on her mind, and could care less about what either one of them were saying. "Let me get six," shaking his head no Live tells her "I only got five left." "Fuck," disappointed, Shauna says "let me get the five for forty, I'll just keep ten, he won't know fuck him. Laughing as he takes the paper from her Live asks "thought yaw was cool?" As she's handed the sacks Shauna replies "we're not that fucking cool." "Listen to this shit" Wahlil laughs with a dumb ass look on his face, then tells her "go on Shauna, get out of here with that shit." She puts the bags in her mouth and heads down the street in a hurry. Live passes the money to Wahlil, and they call it a night. "You know you buying the twelve, I grabbed the last one. Wahlil says "I got that." Then Live lights a cigarette and they dip off the block it's a wrap.

These two dudes been tight since grade school, and neither one of them were dummies which made it interesting to hear them talk. They would have debates about all kinds of shit, anything that they thought they might know a little bit about, they'd get into to it anyplace, anytime, it didn't make a difference if they were eating drinking or smoking it didn't matter, that was their thing.

Tonight's discussion is about rats and snitches. Wahlil hollers "Live, you crazy as a mutha fucka man. What the fuck you mean snitching isn't always snitching? Here you go with that bullshit." Live tells him to chill so he can explain it to him. "Trust me when I'm done you'll understand exactly what the fuck I'm talking about. Listen, you got two mutha fuckas they tighter than Nun pussy, they do a bank job together but get caught, if one of them flip that bitch nigga is a rat right?" Wahlil being cautious with question ponders it momentarily then answering says "you're right." Then Live proceeds with the scenario. "Now, on the other hand the same two dudes, go to a bank, one of them robs the bank while the other one sits in the car not knowing his boy is in there robbing the place, when dude comes out he hops in the whip and takes off, he still hasn't told his boy shit. The next thing you know, their in a high speed chase, then dude tells him he just robbed the bank, that's fucked up right? Wahlil knows Live is going to throw some shit in the game so he tells him "just keep going." Live continues "the dude that stayed in the car is mad as a mutha fucka, but his boy tells him after they get away he's going to split the money with him down the middle, long story short, dude that robbed the bank crashes, jumps out, starts running and gets the fuck away with the money, the other dude gets bagged because his door jammed up. He's looking at fifth teen to twenty easy; if he talks does that make him a snitch?" Without any delay Wahlil says. "You fucking right that make him a snitch, he shouldn't have got caught." Live says "Come on man he didn't know dude was going to do that shit." "I feel you but he's still a snitch, you know why, because if they'd gotten away he would've taken half that money and laughed about that shit." Live looks at Wahlil thinking about what he just said and has to agree "yeah, he'd be a rat bastard if he told, only because you're right he would've took that paper. But don't get it twisted some niggas wouldn't have went for that shit." Looking out of the corner of his eye Wahlil says "Live, you retarded man, I need to find somebody else to swing with, you suspect nigga. Live starts laughing "man fuck you." Wahlil yells "a snitch, is a snitch, is a snitch, is a mutha fucking snitch!" They both started falling the fuck out, as they finished off the last of the beer and the blunt.

Giving each other pounds and brotherly love hugs they parted ways for the night, Live was going home to his girl and Wahlil was living at his sisters house with her two boys Gerrell the baby and Cory the oldest. He had to keep his eye on his oldest nephew, who was always trying to steel his weed and a couple dollars, whenever he would come in and crash out. He knew if he told the boys mom she'd destroy his ass, plus that would make him a snitch, he chuckled at the thought. So the only thing he could do was laugh about it for the most part, because he use to do the same damn thing to his moms brother, Uncle June when he would come in the house drunk talking shit and pass out on the loveseat. Wahlil got a quick laugh at the memory, but immediately following got pissed off because somebody ate half his cheese steak. "Damn"

Niesha was a good looking woman, about 5'7 with a fat ass, and a beautiful face straight chocolate, she stayed sharp and was as cool as she wanted to be. She knew what it was with Live, after all it wasn't a secret that he hustled, but she also knew in her heart he was a good man, he never put his hands on her, he paid his end of the bills, spent time with their son Jabar, the little man and was an over all good dude, if she could just get him out of the fucking game they might be able to really have something one day. She worried about him, like any real woman would when they got a nigga on the block. She knew in her heart that if he ever got knocked she wouldn't wait and put her life on hold. As much as she would hate to she would have to leave him, and it would be nobody's fault but his own.

Live walks in the crib, "Neisha you sleep?" "What? Tevarus you know I have to get up and go to work in the morning." "What you cook?" "Nigga, you just walked in the house, pass the kitchen all the way upstairs to ask me what I cooked. Live don't start your shit, take your behind down stairs you know it's in the microwave, get on my damn nerves with that shit. Why you breathing so hard? You weren't running from the cops were you?" "Go back to sleep" Live says as he shuts the door to the bedroom. Before he gets it all the way shut he hears Niesha say "hurry up and get your ass in this bed."

He laughs under his breath knowing damn well he's dead wrong for waking her up like that. He only does it because he knows it really doesn't...