Page 85 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

Me and Dre looked at each otha at the same time.

“We need to check ya shit,” I said, walking up the steps.

She tried to pull her screen door shut, and I caught it.

“Who the fuck are you?!” she questioned. “You ain’t no damn police, and you’re not comin’ in my shit.”

“Bitch, ya son works for me, and he lost his damn mind. Now if you don’t want to be wearing them on a shirt or them wearing you on a shirt, I suggest you move the fuck out the way so I can make sure you are not lyin’.”

She stared me up and down for a minute, then moved to the side.

“I hope when my sons find you, they will beat y’all asses!” she yelled as we walked down the hall.

We checked every inch of her three bedrooms and didn’t find them, and walked back out to her pissed.

“Sorry for disturbing you,” Dre said as we walked down her steps.

“Yeah, okay!” she yelled, “and I hope y’all don’t find them! Fuck y’all.”

“You know she bout to call them, right?” Dre asked.

I nodded as I pulled off.

“Yeah, it can either do one or two things. Bring them outta hiding or make them hide deeper in the city.”

“And what do you think it’s gonna make them do?”

I took a second to answer that question, moving through the city. Remembering I knew where their aunt lived.

While I headed ova there, I tried to call Nylah, and she was dodging my calls too, pissing me off even more.

“Just give her a chance to breathe,” Dre said. “She will come around.”

I exhaled. “I hope so. I really do.”

Once we got to their aunt's crib, them niggas’ cousins were sitting on the steps.

“Where yo’ bitch ass cousin at?” Dre yelled out the window.

None of the niggas wanted to open their mouths.

Dre asked again. “I said, maybe y’all didn’t hear, I said WHERE IS YO’ BITCH ASS COUSINS AT?!”

Still no response.

“They think shit is a game,” Dre said, looking at me.

“I got a game for them.” I hopped outta the whip, AR in hand, pointed at all them niggas.

“And see,” Dre said, getting outta the car. “I was tryin’ to prevent this shit.”

“WHERE THE FUCK THEM NIGGAS AT!” I yelled. Them niggas thought we were playing, and I'm not the one to be played with.

All of them had their hands in the air, but none of them were speaking. A few minutes into my standoff, the door to the house opened.

“What is goin’ on out here?” their aunt said.

“Auntie,” Dre said. “Do you know where Brandon and Blaze are?”