New Orleans bad bitch, a queen and a diva. Fine, fine, finest shorty you'd ever see, with an onion butty that could make a nigga cry.
I asked myself why, would a pretty girl like that, move into a neighborhood like this.
Kind of made me and your uncle feel like we shouldn't have tried to boost her house.
But bills were piling up to the ceiling and your mom was sure she was going to leave my ass that time.
We packed light. Cause why, would we be packing any other way? We never pack light!!
So at 1am we start pick into her back door like a bunch of hungry hens and roosters.
And this is where the story gets interesting.
Out of nowhere, after what felt like eternity, we hear a "click" from the door. only, it's not from the door. It's from a light switch that shines so much light into the backyard.
While we're trying to turn and leave the door swings open. And there she was, in the finest lingerie that money could buy. Body like pow! But so was the cocked shotgun aiming at me and your uncle Ben.
Now growing up in this neighborhood had led me to understand one thing, if a black woman holding a cocked shotgun says “don't move,” you best listen.
And that my son, is why your cousin Ricky is an orphan.
Goddam closed casket.
Now Jimmy most of your other cousins are orphans so here's an important part of this story, you can change the location, the race of the person with the gun and maybe the type of gun and there you go, another one of your cousin's dad.
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