“Oh, my fault. Damn! I wasn’t supposed to know that, was I? I knew from day one sum’n wasn’t right about you, I just couldn’t put my finger on the shit. Mama always told me to follow my intuition. And the vibe I always got from you was fucked up.” Cuzzo paused to hit the strong a few times, blew the smoke out of his nose and continued. “Well, I decided to do a background check on you to see what your past was like, and to see if my instincts were really on point and the result are finally in…” Zo opened the thick manila envelope and read the contents aloud.
Jamal Keshawn Thomas got arrested on July 10, 2005, for trafficking cocaine. Got jammed with 23 ounces of cocaine and a stolen police issued Glock .9 millimeter with the serial numbers …show more content…
They couldn’t believe what Cuzzo just read. Every nigga around the way thought Sticks was 1000 all the way through and through and was one of the realest in the circle. But now the cat was out of the bag and they found out that they guessed wrong.
Zo looked at Sticks who had tears rolling down his face. Sticks knew his fate was sealed and he couldn’t do shit about it. Cuzzo turned the page and continued to read.
So you left your hometown in Jersey cause niggas was at ya head and moved to Philly. Next case…you were arrested on January 9, 2007, for possession of controlled substance with the intent to distribute. 3 ounces of bagged heroin, another illegal firearm. You were already on probation and facing a mandatory 40-year sentence. You snitched your way out, agreed to wear a wire again and set up your heroin connection, Cato, to get busted with a half a brick of heroin and 2,000 X pills. You showed up in court again and did your thing and he got life in the federal penitentiary, you got your probation …show more content…
You ain’t even worthy of looking at a real nigga!” Cuzzo hit the blunt again until the flame at the tip was glowing red hot and then proceeded to do the other eye the same way.
Sticks howled out in pain through the duct tape again.
“Munzay, go get me them rubber gloves and that bucket of acid in the back,” he ordered.
Munzay nodded and went on his way to get what the boss had ordered.
Zo pulled out the black permanent marker from his pocket and took the cap off. “Sticks my ass! It’s time the world found out ya’ real name, nigga.” Zo stood over him and wrote 6 capital letters in Sticks forehead. S-N-I-T-C-H.
Stick’s eyes were so swollen from being burned with the blunt, they looked like they’d been welded shut. His eyelids were purple and pink from missing skin.
“This is what should’ve been on your birth certificate!” Cuzzo twisted the cap back on the marker.
Munzay returned with a pair of thick, yellow rubber gloves and a small bucket of acid. Cuzzo put the gloves on and told Munzay to sit the bucket down on the floor.
Every nigga in the building stood around watching to see what was about to take
Jamal Keshawn Thomas got arrested on July 10, 2005, for trafficking cocaine. Got jammed with 23 ounces of cocaine and a stolen police issued Glock .9 millimeter with the serial numbers …show more content…
They couldn’t believe what Cuzzo just read. Every nigga around the way thought Sticks was 1000 all the way through and through and was one of the realest in the circle. But now the cat was out of the bag and they found out that they guessed wrong.
Zo looked at Sticks who had tears rolling down his face. Sticks knew his fate was sealed and he couldn’t do shit about it. Cuzzo turned the page and continued to read.
So you left your hometown in Jersey cause niggas was at ya head and moved to Philly. Next case…you were arrested on January 9, 2007, for possession of controlled substance with the intent to distribute. 3 ounces of bagged heroin, another illegal firearm. You were already on probation and facing a mandatory 40-year sentence. You snitched your way out, agreed to wear a wire again and set up your heroin connection, Cato, to get busted with a half a brick of heroin and 2,000 X pills. You showed up in court again and did your thing and he got life in the federal penitentiary, you got your probation …show more content…
You ain’t even worthy of looking at a real nigga!” Cuzzo hit the blunt again until the flame at the tip was glowing red hot and then proceeded to do the other eye the same way.
Sticks howled out in pain through the duct tape again.
“Munzay, go get me them rubber gloves and that bucket of acid in the back,” he ordered.
Munzay nodded and went on his way to get what the boss had ordered.
Zo pulled out the black permanent marker from his pocket and took the cap off. “Sticks my ass! It’s time the world found out ya’ real name, nigga.” Zo stood over him and wrote 6 capital letters in Sticks forehead. S-N-I-T-C-H.
Stick’s eyes were so swollen from being burned with the blunt, they looked like they’d been welded shut. His eyelids were purple and pink from missing skin.
“This is what should’ve been on your birth certificate!” Cuzzo twisted the cap back on the marker.
Munzay returned with a pair of thick, yellow rubber gloves and a small bucket of acid. Cuzzo put the gloves on and told Munzay to sit the bucket down on the floor.
Every nigga in the building stood around watching to see what was about to take