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> But once his eyes were fully opened and gawking at Tina standing at the front of the room he yelled, “Oh shit!
What you doin’ back early?!?” “FUCK NIGGA!
WHO IS THIS BITCH?!?” Although Tina wanted to know, she actually didn’t want any answers.
==“YOU KNOW WHAT!
FUCK IT!” she screamed as she quickly darted out from the door and went back into the dark living room.== All types of anxiety-riddled commotion went on in the master bedroom.
The distant sounds of the frantic side hoe doing her best to put her clothes back on her naked body could be heard all the way from the living room.
==Tina dashed towards the sole utility closet near the front door and searched for her gun.
The angered mother quickly located the pistol inside a black combination-lock box.
She hastily yet cautiously checked the chamber and then made her way back to the master bedroom.
Light skinned side hoe dashed out of the master bedroom and attempted to make a run from the precarious domestic situation.
“AHHHH!” She screamed and threw her hands up, trying to make a sudden run back into the bedroom once she saw the barrel of the gun aimed right at her forehead.
POW!
Tina let the blickie off in the apartment, sending a bullet down the hall and into the upper part of the wall.
Luckily behind the wall was cement, so the bullet instantly got lodged, not penetrating over into the next apartment.
“I’m gonna kill these motherfuckers!
I work fuckin’ seventy hours a week and this fuckin’ nigga gon bring a random ass bitch up into my mothafuckin’ apartment where my kids are sleepin!
Nigga gotta die to-fucking-NIGHT!”== Armed and dangerous, all Tina now saw was crimson red and she was ready to murder Deontae and the side hoe.
She barged into the room and there Deontae with his gun his hand, aimed right at Tina.
--This Hoe Got Roaches in Her Crib - Quan Millz