Chapter 15: Fuck You
A/N: Isn't the name of this just SO nice.lol. Okay! We're back and ready to race!!! What good would a Fast and Furious fanfic be without a good race.
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It's our world.. please believe
Niggas ain't real.. please believe
It's murda.. please believe
I-N-C.. niggas what's fuckin with me?
R-U-L-E.. love me or hate me.. baby
Refer to 3:36.. baby
That's the rule.. please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playin'.. y'all playin' to lose
Who's next that wanna ride.. (who?)
Spittin.. (who?).. how I do niggas.. (who?)..
knowin they wanna ride (who?)
Rule baby.. I've been really outta control lately
If you relatin' let me hear ya say.. yay-yaay.. yay-yaay
y'all feelin' my pain?.. I've been runnin' wild time and again
y'all swerve in my lane.. I'll pull up and start poppin' ya brain
Fuck knowin' these broads names.. extravagant champagnes
y'all niggas is lame.. my niggas ain't sane..
Who you fuckin' with?
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Even though the main colors were red and blue cars of all colors were showing up to watch this race. "Okay then since you came to us first like I knew you would, I get to make the rules." The girl (Jenni) smiled.
"Whatever." Krys growled
"Ok then, 2 Crips and a new recruit vs. 2 Nines and a new recruit," Jenni smiled. She knew very well that the Nines had only a few if any new recruits, but she had done that on purpose, if they couldn't race they couldn't win. Krys fought her way back through the crowd toward Dominic.
When she found him he had the same expression as she did, highly pissed off. "She knows, God, everyone knows." Krys growled. She punched a brick wall and made a crack in it.
Brian, Mia, Letty, Vince, and Leon found Dom and Krys at the same time. "What's wrong?" Brian asked the question on everyone's mind that didn't already know.
"We have no recruits." Krys said blinking at Brian.
"What about me?" Brian asked, willing to lie.
"Brian, honey, no offense but you couldn't pass for a gang member if we painted you black and gave you real diamonds." Krys told him.
"What if I can get you someone that could pass for a gangster?" Brian asked.
"You'd be my favorite white boy in the whole world." Krys looked up at him. Brian smiled, "How fast can he get here?" Krys asked looking around.
"2 minutes." Brian replied.
"And he drives a?" Krys questioned.
"Viper SRT." Brian said as he dug his cell phone out of his pocket. He walked around the wall and dialed the number.
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Y'all niggas wanna dead.. who?.. then wanna ride.. who?
Y'all know them niggas who steady screamin'.. Fuck you!
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin' murda murda murda
Y'all ain't feelin.. who? Y'all don't like.. who?
Y'all know them niggas who steady screamin'.. Fuck you!
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin' murda murda murda
Murder INC. is my blood..
We go through the pain together.. by any means
Poppin it hot at whoever.. or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot.. not this hot nigga very hot
See it in your eyes.. niggas ready to die
But as long as I'm alive.. I'm puttin' this on my life
For niggas that ain't right.. they get it upon sight
If ya know me.. then you'll no way.. pop away
Cock and pop again.. baby.. men will be men
I spit off 10.. fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean..
Loose bitches in tight jeans
Old money and crack fiends.. was a fetish..
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
Fuck it.. I'm livin' my life on the edge
Got one in the head.. plus a niggas Fed.. 'nuff said
I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby.. 3:36
~~~~~
"I sure hope whoever he is calling can beat someone that has been racing there whole life." Dom sighed.
"I trust him." Mia tried to assure her brother.
"I'm not sure I do." Dom rolled his eyes.
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"Yeah this is important. How fast can you be here?" Brian asked his friends over the phone.
"Fast enough." He replied.
"Okay good." Brian hung up. He turned to see Krys standing in front of him. "He's on his way." He said snapping his cell phone shut.
Krys nodded and they worked there way back towards Dom and the others. About 3 minutes later Jenni was ready to start, Krys and Dom hadn't seen Brian's friend yet, and they were starting to worry.
"Okay then ladies first, boys second and recruits last." Jenni smiled as she pulled up Krys (who was sitting in her black Lamborghini) in her blue Corvette Z06.
Krys and Jenni stopped at the starting line and Dom and another Crip got behind them. A Crip recruit pulled in the Crip line and unexpectedly a silver, chromed out, convertible Viper SRT. Krys smiled as some race ho yelled go. Krys took off as fast as she could go. Her radio was blaring with the Ja Rule CD she had put in seconds ago, they both rounded the barrels at the end of the ½ mile at the same time. Jenni hit her NOS and thought she was going to win but at the last second Krys went flying past her. Dom and the guy Crip took off about the same time, the Crips took the inside and when they rounded the barrels, he slammed his tail end into Dom's car. It didn't phase him much, but the Crips recruit was 'out of the gate' before the Nine recruit.
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Y'all niggas wanna dead.. (who?) then wanna ride.. (who?)
Y'all know them niggas who steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin' murda murda murda
Y'all ain't feelin.. (who?) Y'all don't like.. (who?)
Y'all know them niggas who steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin' murda murda murda
We are the world's most dangerous.. niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us.. and let's ride
Motherfuckers want war but not many survive
Cause 50 shots.. tearin' through the side of ya ride
Cause we are.. (MURDERERS)
Muthafucka you heard.. playa.. (MURDERERS)
Poppin collars in air
Poppin' shots through ya rearview
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wonderin' like.. "What the fuck did I do?"
So niggas wanna go and get they man cause they can't do this shit
Because they got no heart for this.. bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch.. do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit.. 6 feet deep inside a ditch
There ain't nothin' fuckin' with this.. ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game.. "Ready to Die"
Ready to hold heat.. drive-by with Rule
Poppin shots through the sun roof screamin' "Fuck You!"
~~~~~
Being about fifty feet behind in a race that isn't terribly long isn't a good thing, unless you really know how to drive. The Nine recruit had his own tricks, he hit his NOS during and after the turn, he passed the Crip right before the finish line. Krys jumped up off the hood of her car and screamed happily, along with the rest of the Bloods.
The silver Viper stopped right beside Krys's car and a black man wearing a red wifebeater and baggy black pants with red Tim's stepped out of the car.
"Hey Rom thanks for comin'." Brian smiled. Dominic looked at Krys, her eyes were on him and her mouth was hanging open.
A/N: Isn't the name of this just SO nice.lol. Okay! We're back and ready to race!!! What good would a Fast and Furious fanfic be without a good race.
~~~~
It's our world.. please believe
Niggas ain't real.. please believe
It's murda.. please believe
I-N-C.. niggas what's fuckin with me?
R-U-L-E.. love me or hate me.. baby
Refer to 3:36.. baby
That's the rule.. please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playin'.. y'all playin' to lose
Who's next that wanna ride.. (who?)
Spittin.. (who?).. how I do niggas.. (who?)..
knowin they wanna ride (who?)
Rule baby.. I've been really outta control lately
If you relatin' let me hear ya say.. yay-yaay.. yay-yaay
y'all feelin' my pain?.. I've been runnin' wild time and again
y'all swerve in my lane.. I'll pull up and start poppin' ya brain
Fuck knowin' these broads names.. extravagant champagnes
y'all niggas is lame.. my niggas ain't sane..
Who you fuckin' with?
~~~~
Even though the main colors were red and blue cars of all colors were showing up to watch this race. "Okay then since you came to us first like I knew you would, I get to make the rules." The girl (Jenni) smiled.
"Whatever." Krys growled
"Ok then, 2 Crips and a new recruit vs. 2 Nines and a new recruit," Jenni smiled. She knew very well that the Nines had only a few if any new recruits, but she had done that on purpose, if they couldn't race they couldn't win. Krys fought her way back through the crowd toward Dominic.
When she found him he had the same expression as she did, highly pissed off. "She knows, God, everyone knows." Krys growled. She punched a brick wall and made a crack in it.
Brian, Mia, Letty, Vince, and Leon found Dom and Krys at the same time. "What's wrong?" Brian asked the question on everyone's mind that didn't already know.
"We have no recruits." Krys said blinking at Brian.
"What about me?" Brian asked, willing to lie.
"Brian, honey, no offense but you couldn't pass for a gang member if we painted you black and gave you real diamonds." Krys told him.
"What if I can get you someone that could pass for a gangster?" Brian asked.
"You'd be my favorite white boy in the whole world." Krys looked up at him. Brian smiled, "How fast can he get here?" Krys asked looking around.
"2 minutes." Brian replied.
"And he drives a?" Krys questioned.
"Viper SRT." Brian said as he dug his cell phone out of his pocket. He walked around the wall and dialed the number.
~~~~
Y'all niggas wanna dead.. who?.. then wanna ride.. who?
Y'all know them niggas who steady screamin'.. Fuck you!
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin' murda murda murda
Y'all ain't feelin.. who? Y'all don't like.. who?
Y'all know them niggas who steady screamin'.. Fuck you!
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin' murda murda murda
Murder INC. is my blood..
We go through the pain together.. by any means
Poppin it hot at whoever.. or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot.. not this hot nigga very hot
See it in your eyes.. niggas ready to die
But as long as I'm alive.. I'm puttin' this on my life
For niggas that ain't right.. they get it upon sight
If ya know me.. then you'll no way.. pop away
Cock and pop again.. baby.. men will be men
I spit off 10.. fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean..
Loose bitches in tight jeans
Old money and crack fiends.. was a fetish..
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
Fuck it.. I'm livin' my life on the edge
Got one in the head.. plus a niggas Fed.. 'nuff said
I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby.. 3:36
~~~~~
"I sure hope whoever he is calling can beat someone that has been racing there whole life." Dom sighed.
"I trust him." Mia tried to assure her brother.
"I'm not sure I do." Dom rolled his eyes.
****
"Yeah this is important. How fast can you be here?" Brian asked his friends over the phone.
"Fast enough." He replied.
"Okay good." Brian hung up. He turned to see Krys standing in front of him. "He's on his way." He said snapping his cell phone shut.
Krys nodded and they worked there way back towards Dom and the others. About 3 minutes later Jenni was ready to start, Krys and Dom hadn't seen Brian's friend yet, and they were starting to worry.
"Okay then ladies first, boys second and recruits last." Jenni smiled as she pulled up Krys (who was sitting in her black Lamborghini) in her blue Corvette Z06.
Krys and Jenni stopped at the starting line and Dom and another Crip got behind them. A Crip recruit pulled in the Crip line and unexpectedly a silver, chromed out, convertible Viper SRT. Krys smiled as some race ho yelled go. Krys took off as fast as she could go. Her radio was blaring with the Ja Rule CD she had put in seconds ago, they both rounded the barrels at the end of the ½ mile at the same time. Jenni hit her NOS and thought she was going to win but at the last second Krys went flying past her. Dom and the guy Crip took off about the same time, the Crips took the inside and when they rounded the barrels, he slammed his tail end into Dom's car. It didn't phase him much, but the Crips recruit was 'out of the gate' before the Nine recruit.
~~~~
Y'all niggas wanna dead.. (who?) then wanna ride.. (who?)
Y'all know them niggas who steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin' murda murda murda
Y'all ain't feelin.. (who?) Y'all don't like.. (who?)
Y'all know them niggas who steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin' murda murda murda
We are the world's most dangerous.. niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us.. and let's ride
Motherfuckers want war but not many survive
Cause 50 shots.. tearin' through the side of ya ride
Cause we are.. (MURDERERS)
Muthafucka you heard.. playa.. (MURDERERS)
Poppin collars in air
Poppin' shots through ya rearview
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wonderin' like.. "What the fuck did I do?"
So niggas wanna go and get they man cause they can't do this shit
Because they got no heart for this.. bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch.. do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit.. 6 feet deep inside a ditch
There ain't nothin' fuckin' with this.. ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game.. "Ready to Die"
Ready to hold heat.. drive-by with Rule
Poppin shots through the sun roof screamin' "Fuck You!"
~~~~~
Being about fifty feet behind in a race that isn't terribly long isn't a good thing, unless you really know how to drive. The Nine recruit had his own tricks, he hit his NOS during and after the turn, he passed the Crip right before the finish line. Krys jumped up off the hood of her car and screamed happily, along with the rest of the Bloods.
The silver Viper stopped right beside Krys's car and a black man wearing a red wifebeater and baggy black pants with red Tim's stepped out of the car.
"Hey Rom thanks for comin'." Brian smiled. Dominic looked at Krys, her eyes were on him and her mouth was hanging open.