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Chapters (51)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Acknowledgments
  4. Part One
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
  16. 12
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. Part Two
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. Part Three
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. 32
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  40. 34
  41. 35
  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 38
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  46. 40
  47. 41
  48. Sometimes It Goes Down Like That
  49. Also by K’wan
  50. About the Author
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“Rhonda, that’s some fucked-up shit to say.” Reese gave her a disgusted look. “I wouldn’t wish death on anyone, not even Pain.”

“Bitch, then you must be stupid. Them niggaz not only put you on front street, but Pain tried to tear your head off. If it had been me, I’d be glad to see his ass rotting in the ground.”

“Well, it ain’t you, Rhonda,” Reese shot back. “Yeah, Pain and Jay were both assholes and I’d have loved to see them get whipped out, but dying? Nah, I can’t bring myself to wish that on anyone. Rhonda, you’re my girl, but you ain’t got no shame.”

“I know you ain’t talking about shame?” Rhonda raised her eyebrow. “I wasn’t the one who let Don B.’s crew run through me. The crazy shit is that I’m not mad at you because you let them niggaz do you like a freak. I’m mad at the fact that you ain’t even have the good sense to get some paper out of it. That not only makes you a freak, but a dummy, too.”

“Fuck you, bitch!” Reese snapped. “All you do is sit around and criticize people. If I didn’t know you, I’d think you had a perfect life, but I do know you, so we know that’s far from the case. While you’re busy putting everyone else’s life under the microscope, why don’t you try taking a look at yours?”

“What about my life? Ain’t shit wrong with my life,” Rhonda insisted.

“Ain’t shit right with your life,” Reese countered. “Your days consist of smoking weed and talking on the phone. The only time you get out of bed before twelve is on check day.”

“Reese, don’t come up in here acting like you get up and go to work every morning. I might only have a state income, but at least I got my own crib. Can’t nobody come in here and tell me shit. Unfortunately, you can’t say the same.”

“And so what if I live with my mother, I ain’t got no kids. Let me ask you a serious question. Have you ever thought about how the way you move affects your kids?” Rhonda gave no answer. “You run around yelling about how Alisha is too fast, but where do you think she gets it from?”

Rhonda waved her off. “Please, what I do ain’t got nothing to do with her little ass being grown. That little bitch just needs a slap in her mouth.”