Get Down or Lay Down

Derrick MD Johnson

Description

In every city of every state you will find an urban ghetto full of drugs and guns, both of which breed hate and pain; in the eyes of many this is a cocktail of death and destruction, but for those who reside there it's home. Prior to the government's crackdown on all of the alleged gang leaders, there was organizational structure within the various gangs. The collapse of the organization structure caused chaos and lawlessness, thus creating smaller versions of the previous gangs forming what we know as clicks. This story tells how one man named Dig a Hole combined a click of hustlers and killers to lay down any and everything that wasn't from Murderapolis. Willing to meet every challenge put in front of them, Dig a Hole and his crew relentlessly pursue out of town rivals. Laying them down was his main course of action. That was until he encounters a crew that doesn't know how to bend and refuses to fold. Follow me as I take you into the heart and soul of the North America's Vietnam where you either Get Down or Lay Down.

Sujets

• Urban Lit
• Street Lit
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 21 février 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9780983440970
• Langue: English

Extrait

GET DOWN OR LAY DOWN
Derrick L. Johnson
Street Life Publishers
 


This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to real people, events,
establishments, or locales are intended only to give the fiction a sense of
reality and authenticity. Other names, characters, and incidents occurring
in the work are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used
fictitiously, as those fictionalized events and incidents that involve real
persons. Any character that happens to share the name of a person who is an
acquaintance of the author, past or present, is purely coincidental and is in no
way intended to be an actual account involving that person.
 
Get Down or Lay Down: a novel/by Derrick Johnson
Published in eBook format by Street Life Publishers
www.streetlifepublishers.com
Street L ife P u b l i s h e r s
P.O. Box 2112
Minneapolis, MN 55402
 
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ISBN-13: 978-0-9834-4097-0
 
 
Copyright © 2007 by Derrick Johnson. All rights reserved. No part of
this book may be reproduced in any form without the permission from the
publisher, except by reviewer who may quote brief passage to be printed in a
newspaper or magazine.
 
Cover and interior design by Marion Designs
Editing by Sheila Johnson and Kathie Smith
 
GET DOWN OR LAY DOWN!
 
This book takes the reader into the heart of the ghetto. It’s about how niggas feel about people from other places coming into their cities and hoods, invading turf, taking over and changing their rules of the game; whether it’s the fluxation in the narcotics, or how and where they sell their drugs, or more important the way they capture the attention of the hood women.
This tells how one fed up brother, who wouldn’t bow down to the outsiders, forms a click of renegade gangsters from various gangs who team up to cause death and destruction to those who have came to their city to rape all the hood’s riches and take them home to their cities.
Pleading allegiance to their chief’s “cause”, none of them fearing anything but their fearless leader, DIG A HOLE, they go on a murder spree filled with a direct message…… GET DOWN OR LAY DOWN!
 


All praise is due to the Lord God Almighty.
 
I send my love to my Grandma Eula Belle Johnson. I know you’re watching over me and proud of the changes I’ve made. I love you relentlessly. Thank you for your patience and persistence, especially while I wasn’t focused. I now understand what you meant when you said, “Everything is obtainable.” I only wish you could have lived to see the first black President Barack Obama. Momma your light still shines on through me.
 
To my beautiful children Donte, LaShyla, Derrick Jr. and Jewell. Ya’ll are why I keep striving!
 
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
 
Much love and respect to all the brothers of the struggle. It’s been a long time coming, but now we up in this bitch!
I send a shout out to Snoopy, Galen, KT, Biz, Andy, Montey, Cleatus, Duffy, as well as Lyn (my stepmother). Thanks for taking me in and accepting me as your own; truth be told I don’t know where I’d be had you not. My gratitude and respect for you is immeasurable.
To my beautiful mother Vivian, you are truly one of a kind. Even with our ups and downs, I know you are truly irreplaceable. And because of this I wouldn’t change one thing because it’s taught me to appreciate you and treasure all of our good times together. I love you unconditionally.
Carla you’re the greatest. God couldn’t have given me a better sister. To my brother Allan, I know we’ve not seen things eye-to-eye but it’s never stopped the unconditional love I have for you. Nothing, including time and space, can change that.
To my aunt Jeweline and cousins Bobby, Chrissy, Dee-Dee and Lamont: although our family is small, the love is tremendous because we’re all we got. Uncle Kenny, I’m definitely on my way. To my nieces Brittany and Briana and nephew Torry, I’m very proud to have kin such as ya’ll. Uncle Derrick loves ya, always!
To my brother-in-arms Trell, we’ve seen and done it all: the bond we share is unbreakable. To my nigga DC, what’s really good! What up Green Eyes, my Sirconn Gangsta.
Much love to my cousin Terrance, aka Scrilla, at USP Atwater.
Best believe this is just the first of many. The foundation has been laid, the Game has been mastered…..now let’s get money!
To all the brothers on lock, keep focused: never take your eyes off the door because it aint over till you breathe your last breath.
To all ya’ll out-of-town cats that got us fucked up in Minnesota, thinking it’s sweet up here, it’s no longer Money$ota, it’s Murderapolis.
North Vietnam 4 Life II VI.
Keith from Marion Designs for helping me create this sick cover. Yeah ya clowned with this one, thanks.
 
Derrick Johnson
 
PROLOGUE
 
“Hurry the fuck up man! Close the trunk!”
Quarter Man did as told and kicked the leg of the victim back into the trunk and slammed it shut. It was a cold dark evening in Murderapolis; as cold as a hooker’s heart.
As I sit here trying to figure out how the following events took place, I’ve slowly come to realize that what many of today’s rappers rap about was just another average day for a small group of men called the Bogus-D-Siples.
In a state known as The Land of 10,000 Lakes - at least that is the state’s slogan - for the pimps, dope boys, and thieves, it was a hustler’s paradise. Up north here we don’t vibe off of the out-of-towners coming into our city for any reason, but the dislike alone didn’t stop the flow of people seeking a piece of the pie up here. Consequently, as a result of their being here, a click was formed of local guys from various gangs; those who just didn’t seem to fit in with their clicks.
Prior to forming the Bogus-D-Siples, we all hustled crack and the game was lovely. All the local niggas was breaking bread. What we brought in from Chicago we tripled up here. That was until the FBI, and many other out-of-state crews, invaded our turf and under cut the local prices. Due to this, us local niggas decided shit had to be done. This is how BOGUS-D-SIPLES CAME TO BE AND MADE A CITY THAT WAS ONCE CALM INTO WHAT IS NOW KNOWN AS MURDERAPOLIS.
 
CHAPTER ONE
 
Quarter Man was sitting on the front porch for what seemed like hours waiting on the rest of the crew to arrive for their daily session when from inside of the house Dig a Hole yells for him to open the back door for the guys. Security was a must when it came to the gatherings, solely because they were the outlaws of the city and were notoriously known for laying niggas down and taking whatever, from whomever, they wanted.
At one point every member of the Bogus-D-Siples was once part of an organized gang ranging from GD, Vice Lords, Crips, and Bloods. One particular member of the gangs stood out, one who was different. He was extremely vicious and was always in disagreement with the laws and policies to which the gang was suppose to adhere. Never the one to accept the violations for his actions, he became looked upon as an outcast. Feeling as though the gangs never were originally from his city anyway, he secretly held the desire to rid the city of the outsiders, whom he considered to be leeches that were there to rape his city of its riches and take control of the streets he was raised on.
Patiently waiting for the right time paid off for Dig a Hole. One day after one of the gang’s meetings, he saw one of the head members take a huge bag and place it in the back of the trunk of his Mercedes. Not quite sure how the situation was going to play out, he knew this was his opportunity to make his move, and from this point on he was all in. Thinking fast he saw one of the shorty folks; one he knew kept a banger on him and was one of the many who were from Minneapolis who looked up to him and called him Uncle. He involuntarily involved shorty into his plot.
Laying in the cut like a bandaide, Dig a Hole instructed Quarter Man as to the part he was soon to play in the scheme. Patiently they waited on the chief Maurice to come back out of the building. Their wait wasn’t long.
Dig a Hole knew that Maurice wouldn’t be alarmed by Quarter Man’s presence, mainly because at seventeen he weighed a buck twenty soaking wet with the looks of a twelve-year-old. But in his case looks were deceiving. This was a killa; a young cat with no heart or remorse for anything or anyone. He was abandoned at the age of eleven and was adopted by the streets, learning that success of his survival consisted of taking what you want. At eleven he was left at home with an empty refrigerator and a nine shot 22 automatic pistol he stole form one of his mother’s many lovers. Filled with total bitterness and the will to survive, he left his home never to return, killing his first of many victims at the age of twelve.
Seeing the gangsta in him, Dig a Hole opened both his arms and houses to the young killer. It was an act of kindness that earned Quarter Man’s loyalty for life to the man he now considered his only family.
Upon seeing Quarter Man, coming out Maurice hollered, “What’s up Shorty Folks?”
“Shit. Just waiting on my mans to come out,” Quarter Man replied.
“Who’s that?” Maurice asked, still heading towards his car.
Noticing Maurice not paying any attention to his surroundings, Dig a Hole emerged from the side of the building. Still talking to Quarter Man, Maurice opened his trunk. At this point Quarter Man pulled out the 40 Glock he had concealed in his waistband.
Speaking slowly, he told him to simply “get in the trunk.”
Walking up to him, Dig a Hole saw a slight hesitation in Maurice’s actions and immediately took control of the situation. He apprehended the pistol and smacked him upside the head saying, “Get the fuck in the trunk bitch.”
Hesitating is what cost him his life. Not one to repeat himself, Dig a Hole put one in his head and watched him slump over into the trunk.
Looking back at Quarter Man he shouted, “Hurry up