CHAPTER 1:THESE MEAN STREETS

I rubbed my eyes as I woke. I listened for the noise that awoke me and it didn't take long for me to pinpoint it. It was coming from Franklin Clinton's annoying ass aunt and her even more annoying ass friend. Every morning at the break of dawn they would be 'spirit walking' down the street. I mean what the fuck, spirit walking. I got out of bed and put in my clothes. They where the same clothes I wore almost everyday but I really didn't give a shit. I left the house and turned right to get into my green and black Sabre GT. I opened the door to get in when an all to familiar voice shouted out to me.

"Yo, Dre, it's me" Shouted a young african-american man.

I looked up and recognised the face instantly

"Franklin Clinton. Nigga shit, what's up?" I chuckled as I held my hand out to him.

He took it as I said

"Shit man, I thought you was rich and living in Vinewood now"

"I am. I'm looking for Lamar, you seen him around?"

I was just about to say that I hadn't seen him for a few days when all of a sudden he came strutting around the corner.

"Hey LD!" I shouted. "Someones here to see you"

He looked up and smiled, he started to walk towards us but stopped when a sudden burst of gunfire, screeching tyres, screaming people and a purple sedan came speeding round the corner out of the blue. I watched as it pulled up beside Lamar. The back door swung open and a Balla pulled him inside. I ducked behind my wooden fence and drew my pistol, Franklin done the same beside me. I covered my head as a burst of uzi fire hit the fence, but the wood held up. I popped up and fired a bullet at the passenger seat. It whizzed through the window and penetrated the side of The Ballas head. The car sped up and out of the crescent.

"Shit" I said to Franklin as we ran to my Sabre.

I quickly started the car and sped off towards Grove Street. We caught up with the Purple Sedan pretty quickly. Franklin leaned out the window with an uzi and shot another balla.

We came up to the road leading to Grove Street. I pulled up too the left hand side of the car and rammed it. The driver lost control and spun onto the bridge. At the same time Franklin put a bullet in one of the tires and sent the car flipping over the guard rail into the LS river. We both got out and ran down to the wreckage. We eventually pulled Lamar from the wreckage. He wasn't moving.

"Nigga you killed him!" I shouted to Franklin.

At that same moment his eyes started to open.

"We need to get him to a hospital" Franklin said.

I helped Lamar up and we started making for the car. I was completely unaware of the Balla that had crawled out of the car behind me.

"Fuck the families" The balla croaked and squeezed the trigger of his pistol.

Blood splattered on my face as Lamar's body went limp. I fell under the dead weight of his body. Luckily I did as another bullet flew overhead. I heard a third gunshot which came from Franklins direction. I pulled myself from under his body and looked at the dead body of my friend. The bullet passed straight through his skull, he died instantly. I saw Franklin kneel beside him and start to cry. I heard the distant wail of sirens.

"Shit, Frank we have to go" I told him. I tried to pull him away but he shrugged me off and clutched to Lamar's corpse. The sirens drew close

"C'mon nigga please, we have to go now or we'll get pinned for all these corpses, including Lamars. You ain't gonna be going to that niggas funeral if his family think you fucking killed him"

After a few seconds he got up and ran with me to the Sabre. We never really spoke much on the way home, although we did pass two people robbing a gas station. I thought it would be best to avoid that as the area would no doubt be swarming with cops. It was about an hours drive to Franklins house. When we got there I at least expected him to invite me in, but he only muttered a thanks and left.

I took the scenic route home, driving past the freshly robbed union depository. I knew Franklin was involved in it, I mean he did become a millionaire at the exact same time it was robbed. He done it with them two crazy white dudes he hangs about with, Trevor and Micheal I think their names were. After the hour and a quarter drive back it was already afternoon and I was starving. I went inside and microwaved the leftovers from last nights dinner. I couldn't get what happened to Lamar my mind. Why did he have to go like that. I just wished he would have had the sense to get out of the gangster life while he could have. I just couldn't believe he was fucking gone

I went in for a shower and cleaned my self of every last part of Lamar that was stuck to me. He had been friends with me and Frank since we were kids, the poor bastard didn't deserve to die like that. I needed to get out of the ghetto, to stop living on dimebag sales and to make some real money. I mean Franklins living proof that it's possible, and if he could do it why couldn't I. I was done with the CGF, I needed too get out there and make a name for myself. I needed to get out these mean streets