Mack's Revenge...All Hell Breaks Loose!

MACKS REVENGE

ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE

By Daddy Rich
Prologue My name is Richard D McVickers. Ev'rybody call me Big Mac, cuz my last names McVickers. Some say I get the name cuz how I mack the ladies. But really erv'body call me Big Mack cuz I got the best price on a mack around Central Indiana. (For those of you who are a lil slow, a mack is 4 ounces of cocaine.) Im a playa, a hustla, a Gangsta. Im also 1

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the shit. Im a aspiring rap artist. I got my own shit, my own lil record label, my own studio. I got a distribution deal with P.G.E, the #1 independent distributor in the country. Im trying to do the same shit in the Midwest that Master P did in the south. Yeah, Im from the crossroads of America, Indiana, Marion, Indiana to be exact. Erv'body done forgot that pimp shit? All that Gangsta shit? It all started in the Midwest. I got 8 kids 6 baby mommas - 1 baby by each - and I got 2 stepsons with my wife Tanisha. I love them niggaz as my own. First time one of those lil knot head fuckers fix they mouth to say I aint they daddy, Im a shoot the shit outem. I love all my kids dearly. I love my wife to deathliterally. See, our marriage kinda structured like a gang. Bonnie and Clyde aint got shit on us. We got an understanding. Its one way in and one way out: gotta die. Til death do us part. We meant that shit. She swore on her grandfathers grave if I cheat or try to leave her shell kill me. If she even thinks about leavin or givin my pussy away I swear on erythang I love Ill bust that bitch head wide the fuck open. See, I love her. If I didnt I wouldnt even trip like that. But anyway, I done been through alot of shit. I got a muh'fuckin story to tell. I really dont know where to start. Hell, lets start in 2003. Im 1 year out the joint, a licensed realtor with a respectable firm, and I move 10 kilos a week through this lil country-ass town.. 2

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Part 1
Im from the middle of the map where niggaz livin they raps -Ric Jilla Hammond,Indiana

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Chapter 1 6:45pm on a bullshit-ass Tuesday. Just left my office, blowin good green while Im dippin through the city. Im finna hit my nigga Frank up for some work. Nigga try to front like he on some Frank White shit, some Biggie Smalls-type shit. But dig, the niggas name is Francis. Yall hear me? This funny style-ass niggas real name is Francis. He a ballin-ass nigga though. Nigga doin it big for real. I met him in the joint. I went to his crib when we first started gettin down 9 months ago. Nigga live in a Mini-Mansion-n-shit. Real marble floors, steel refrigerators like what you see on MTV Cribs. Nigga house by the lake. Nigga got Benzs and BMWs in his garage. When we was locked up I thought he was stuntin and shit. Dig dis: this nigga be cryin-nshit cuz I aint movin 50 kilos a week. Im like damn! How much crack can this small town smoke? I push 10 keys a week through this lil-ass muhfucker. Numbers like that is unheard of in this bitch! This 4

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aint Chi-town or the D (Detroit). I feel the ho-ass niggas ungrateful. I handed this nigga $210,000 a week for 9 months. Thats over 7 million dollars! You do the math. If that aint gettin money I dont know what is Whats up Homie! I hollered in my cell phone. Nigga playin some gay-ass bullshit in the background. Whats goin down, Mack? Whats good whitcha? Its all good. Turn that shit down. I cant hear Nigga, I said, tryin to talk over the music. My bad Homie. You dont know nuttin bout dat shit. Dats real playa shit, Frank said. So whats poppin yo way? Fuck all dat bullshit Nigga. Hell, aint nuttin. Me and my girl flew down to Florida for the weekend, sipped Cristal, stayed in a 5 star hotel, and ate in the best restaurants. It was beautiful Homie. When you start makin money like a big dog you can do shit like that. While Frank was flappin his lips, Im thinkin like What? This nigga think a nigga cant jack off 10Gs in a weekend? Tryin to talk over me like he better than me. Nigga gon fuck around and get stuck the fuck up he keep on talkin crazy. Hell, he 5

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lucky he the only steady plug I got right now, or I woulda been peeled his shit back. Yeah, its all good Homie, but dig: I need to come see you, I said, trying to get down to bidness. Shit, cmon up. You know the ticket. I aint got time to be goin back and forth over the tag, else you comin or you aint! I feel you Cuz, but niggaz done ran into some problems-n-shit. I cant grab what I usually grab, feel me? Aw shit now! There you go! Im tired of all this nickel and dimin. I told you Nigga, I got homies who come get 50. That lil 5 you grab twice a week aint shit. It really aint enough paper to make me move, Frank said arrogantly. Im thinkin like, This nigga dont know who the fuck he talkin to. Im hungry. Im tryin to eat out here. His mouth finna get him robbed. So I was like You trippin Nigga, hundred and five dont be enough to make you move? We count two-ten ($210,000) a week, and you over chargin. Drinkin age Nigga? (21,000) You was tryin to hit me for the Jordan (23,000). You aint grabbin enough to get a good ticket. Like I said, you rappin bout small change. Im a big dog; you still a pup. 6

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Dig my nigga, Ive been consistent for 9 months, 9 muhfuckin months! I snapped into the phone. Thats my point Homie. You aint growin! he snapped back. Now see. This ho-ass nigga really startin to piss me off, but I cant show it. If I spook him Ill never be able to hit him. I aint growin? Grow to where? Hell, I got this lil bitch flooded. I cant expand to other cities. You got the whole state on lock, I said, trying to reason with him and hide my anger a lil bit. That aint my problem; sounds kinda personal to me, Frank said through a lil snicker. Dig my nigga, Im trying to eat. What? A nigga cant eat wit you? Maan, what you tryin to do Homie? Frank asked, givin in. Shiiiit, like one and a half. I said hopin this nigga dont spazz out. Frank started laughin loud as fuck! One? One and a half? Im not moving for that Homie. One and a half, what I tell you Mack? I aint got no scales. I dont bust shit down Nigga. Im tired of fuckin wit you small town-ass niggaz. Go fuck with who you was fuckin wit before you started wastin my time Nigga. Get the fuck off my phone. 7

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Im through wastin my minutes talkin to you. Call me when you get your weight up. Im finna holla at some real niggaz with some real money, Frank said then hung up in my ear. Now see there? That did it. He dont even understand what he just did to himself. He aint ready for the gangsta-ass shit Im finna bring him. You can tell he one of them silver spoon ass-niggaz. The game was handed to him. His name is Francis. He never had to grind or hustle, never been in a Real Life situation. Niggaz like Francis have no respect for the game. Niggaz like that cant recognize a true gangsta, a killer. If he could he wouldnt never spoke to me like that. Bitch! Im Big Mack. Its all good. Im finna hit my nigga Fat Boy. We done robbed many niggaz. He been tellin me we should hit this bitch-ass nigga up for a minute. Fat Boy never liked Frank. He said Frank was a funnystyle-ass nigga. Fat Boy said that shit off the barrel head; he never like him from the gate. He said the pussy-ass nigga acts like hes better than us, so Fat boy is gonna be ready to get this nigga. Im finna drop by this niggas crib and tell him whats up I started crackin up as I pulled up to the crib. You cant miss Homies crib. Its the one with all the lil bad-ass kids runnin around out front, with all the toys in the yard-n-shit. Ole girl my nigga fuck with got 4 or 5 bad-ass lil bastards. I can never count em, cuz they wont be still long enough. When I 8

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knocked on the do the bitch opened it up smiling all in a niggas face. She be happy to see me, cuz she knows when I came to her crib to talk face to face with Fat Boy we finna get some money. Personally the bitch aint shit. Word is that she fuckin a couple homies on the side. I hope my nigga dont catch wind of it, cuz he will kill somethin over this bitch. Eeeedwaard! Edward! Richards here! she yelled towards her back. You wanna beer Mack? she asked in a tryinto-be-sexy-ass voice. Nah, Im cool. You hungry? I made some cubed steaks and gravy; can I fix you a plate? Im thinkin to myself, Hell naw, you cant fix me shit. This bug-eyed bitch aint gonna have me runnin around this muh fucka all in love her lil ugly ass, not knowin why. I think she know that shit. How they be putting shit in a nigga food to make 'em crazy. She ugly as hell, and my nigga dont never brag about the head bein fire, about the pussy bein fire. All his fat ass ever says is, Damn that bitch can cook! Shiiit Im cool! Bitch couldnt fix me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich if I aint ate in a week. Uh, no thanks. I already ate. I said, playin it off. She nodded to the back room and replied, He in the back. 9

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I choked on a cloud of smoke as I walked into the backroom. Whats up Fat Boy? I said, givin him dap as I sat next to him on the couch. Whats up Nigga? he asked, passin me the Swisha. Shit, just got off the phone with my nigga up the way. Aw yeah? What he talkin bout ? Fat Boy asked. Low key the nigga was, um, talkin kinda reckless. I said, blowin smoke, passin him the Swisha back. What you mean talkin reckless? I told yo muhfuckin ass we shouldve hit em months ago. I never liked that faggot-ass nigga. What type of nigga is named Francis? Fat Boy asked getting crunk as hell. Thats why Im here Nigga: its time to get em bout time my nigga. I thought you was scared of the nigga or something, Fat Boy said. Nigga, you got me fucked up! I just didnt wanna fuck up a good plug. I thought it might turn out to be somethin. Look atcha, soundin all sentimental-n-shit, like you just broke up wit your girl or somethin Nigga. Fuck that bitch-ass nigga. Im ready to get 10

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dirty Homie. My trigger finga been itchin for a week, Fat Boy said. Slow down Killa, its gonna take a couple of weeks to hit him. A couple weeks? Why its gonna take a couple weeks? You know how we do it. Show me the niggas front do, and Im kickin that bitch in. Fat Boy choked as he passed the weed back to me. Tappin my index finger against my head I said, Think, my nigga, you gotta think. As I put the butt of the Swisha in the ashtray I went on to say, This nigga major. He wants us to move 50 bricks a week; he aint got no work in his crib. Well shit, lets go over there and kidnap his ass. I want all his shit, Fat Boy said, gettin greedy and rubbin his hands together. We cant do that shit Big Homie; its too risky. We dont know how many niggaz he fuck wit, how deep his team is, or none of that shit. Well be in his city, outnumbered my nigga. We gotta stick and move. Fat Boy asked, So how we gona do this shit my nigga? Fat Boy asked. We cant be greedy; we gonna have to just take the 5 we usually cop off of him. The nigga know we hurtin right now, so we gotta wait 2 weeks, let the nigga think we getting our weight up. Ill hit him up in 2 weeks and tell him we back right. We do it 11

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how we usually do it, only difference: Instead of givin him the bread, well give his ass some lead. Watch how quick the nigga come up dead, shot in the headAw shit! Im a put that shit in a song, I said, thinkin how good that shit sound. Ummm Hmmm, and the prosecutor and nemll be playin that shit back at your murder trial too Nigga. Nigga you crazy. Listen, I need you to get a fake I.D. from out of state. Hit ya lil computer wizard up, ya nerdy lil white boy. Use it to check into the telly with. Since its cold out, you wont look all suspect-n-shit wit sunglasses and shit on. The clerk wont be able to identify you. You still got the heat with the silencers on 'em? Fat Boy asked. You know it my nigga. We got a couple vests, a M-1, and the A.K.s. Well leave that shit in the ride just in case his niggaz try to follow us. That shitll back they ass up like Juve in this bitch! You been scheming, aint you? My nigga, you stay on some shit, dont you? Fat Boy said, slappin me on the back. Check it out: I got a nigga Up North who steals cars. Im gonna have him get us one and leave it in the parking lot at the shoppin plaza right off the first exit. Make sure we wear gloves and dont touch nuttin. Well still need two cars like we usually 12

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do. Ill have my uncle A.D. parked in the lot wit one ride. Once we sure aint nobody following us, well put the work, the A.K.s, and the M-1 in his ride. Then well hop in the other car with pistols, drive to the river, drop the burners in it, and head home. Cant go wrong my nigga. Meet Unc back at my spot out in Bradford and bust the shit up. Feel me? Hell yeah Mack, I feel you. So just chill. Be patient my nigga. Two weeks, and its goin down, I explained to him. Cool, but while you here, I found out where them ho ass niggaz stay at, Fat Boy told me. Which ho-ass niggaz? I asked, wonderin what the hell he talkin bout . Them ho-ass niggaz that got all the work caught up, them out-of-town-ass niggaz who tried to run up in Monster and them grandmommas house. The same niggaz who got it too hot to hustle up in this bitch, thats who Nigga! Shit, aint nuttin else need to be said Homie. Ill be out at Bradford. Come get me bout 10 oclock, bring the scanners. Well shoot the niggaz up at shift change. I said getting ready to leave. Aight Man, when I pull up be ready. Dont have your face all up in Beckys pussy. Ill call you when I pull up, Fat Boy said. Nigga, fuck you. Just have yo fat ass on 13

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time. I aint go all night; I gotta be in the office early tomorrow. I got to go over a contract with a new client. Aint this a bitch? Nigga tryin to sound all professional-n-shit. Realtor by day, gangsta by night- ass nigga. Get yo ass up outta here with that bull shit. Have yo ass ready at 10. Fat Boy said, laughin. Aiight Man, Im gone. As I was walkin through the livin room I heard him yell Hey, if them white folks you work with really knew how yo black ass get down you wouldnt be able to sell a- uh- gotdammit- uh- double wide to a muchfucka named Billy Bob out at Kings trailer Court Nigga. Hey, hey! They wouldnt let yo ass lease a cardboard box to one of them homeless muchfuckas sleepin outside the shelter! I heard his big, fat ass laughin all the way to the truck.

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