Eye Of A Doughboy: 28 Grams
Other Name: Eye Of A Doughboy: 28 Grams
Author: ExcuseMe Legend aka Doughboy Wee
Jamal, the local street pharmacist, took 28 grams of canine food and assembled himself a Domain! He wanted to never think back… Sounds like an arrangement, however that arrangement goes to a sudden end when the FEDS appear at his doorstep. The FEDS came to him raising alarming occasions from quite a while ago… Murders and medication bargains look far more atrocious when gotten on tape!But, that is by all account not the only issue Jamal is facing.For Jamal, passing consistently is by all accounts stopped close to the corner. He makes an honest effort to remain a stride ahead. Exciting bends in the road make it difficult for Jamal to remain on track, so hard that the FEDS and their tapes become the most trivial part of Jamal’s issues!
I got an instant message on my hitter at 5:00 in the first part of the day. In all covers its read GET YO ASS Over here BEFORE I Step A MUD Opening IN YO ASS. I cleared the virus out my eyes,threw my white buffs on,and got the twin glock 19’s laying on the nightstand.I investigated at my boo Headband laying next to me and gradually carried out the bed.She was a light sleeper and I would not like to alert her.It would had been a wide range of hell.Cussing.Fussing.And presumably battling on the off chance that she was having a decent dream.And 9-seasons of-ten she was.It was completely dark external when I got out there.I established light from a genial tone.I
strolled towards the voice and there a man stood or will I say inclining toward his vehicle in my driveway.I knew him and he realized me.The look all over revealed to me something wasn’t right.His opening proclamation fell off so foul.He discussed how he a few bodies on me and how he was returning later on in the day to serve me prosecution papers.
He surrendered me a heads the arraignment would have drug accuses joined of the bodies also.The fellow was a secret government specialist I had comings and goings with in the pass.Don’t get it curved I ain’t no snitch.I simply know the nigga from coming and passing like I said.
“DAWG… .You come over my home in the night to disclose to me this?How the screw you get my number?And how the screw you know where I live?”I asked click-crashing the two glocks gags together.Dawg was a government so I wasn’t gone shoot.I simply needed to frighten him a bit.He
continued to advise me don’t stress how he got my number and address.He advised me to give up my firearms and I did.That was some idiotic ass poop yet I did it.Afterwards he whipped out a phone and showed me a video off that bitch.Sure ass poo it was me remaining over a nigga siphoning drove in his ass.It was a nigga name J-Rock I killed six-or-seven-months away.Dawg had
owed me a few papers so I needed to body his ass.The video screwed me up.So much with the goal that I asked”That poop happened a moment back and you seconds ago descending on me about this shit?”I asked scratching my head and my neck.
The specialist answered”I’m occupied with catching not catching.There’s more”He cautioned with a wink.He at that point showed more recordings of me doing soil in the streets.Selling blocks here and there.And making a couple sucka niggas seep to a great extent.
“So you got all this.What’s in it for you.Why you come reveal to me the day preceding that my life is going to reached an end.What?Why?What’s in it for you?”I pouted.I ain’t gone untruth I got distraught ass hell.I’m was more confounded then anything and I simply needed to understand what the hell he truly wanted.After getting down to the quick and dirty the penny loafer straight up told me”Jamal… There isn’t anything in it for me.I truly was trusting it wasn’t you in these recordings” “What?”