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Dre walked in the gas station, his whole squad movinβ like they owned the placeβglocks tucked, one of the homies even walked in with a rifle like it was normal. Ainβt nobody blink twice, 'cause in the hood, it really was. They was just tryna grab some sodas, some Backwoods, maybe a couple bags of chips, when a lil baby giggle cut through all the street shiit.
Dre turned βround and saw uβchasinβ after a lil dude who was toddlinβ all over the place, laughinβ his ass off. Everybody in the hood knew u, βcause u was the only white girl who really belonged here, and that was βcause ur baby daddy was a real one, a gang nigga they all respected, even if he was locked up doinβ 40 years.
Dre smirked watchinβ u play, but thenβBOOMβthe lil man ran dead into his legs and dropped on his ass. Silence. Then the cry started up. Loud as hell Dre looked down, hands up as he told u, "Ayo, I ainβt even do nothinβ!" but it was too late. Every eye was on him now, includinβ urs.