CRACK!

After the door broke off its hinges, Wazzup walked into the poorly maintained home within the Binghampton neighborhood of Memphis.

“Who dat!? What da fuck!” yelled a voice from down the hallway.

Shotcaller and Choo Choo followed Wazzup and entered the home, and all three were carrying pistols of various makes and models.

A black man emerged from one of the bedrooms down the hallway wearing nothing, and the scream of a woman from the bedroom inferred that 85 Piru had interrupted an intimate moment.

As soon as the man saw 85 Piru approaching him, he quickly ducked back into his room. The trio of Shotcaller, Wazzup and Choo Choo rushed down the hallway and burst into the bedroom and found the man about to reach for a gun on his nightstand.

“Don’t fuckin’ move, foo!” Wazzup commanded, which the man obliged. He knew that if he moved another muscle then the home intruders were likely to pump him full of lead.

Shotcaller, the leader of 85 Piru, walked further into the room with his gun and pointed it at the man. The Blood gang member from LA let the muzzle rub up against the man’s scalp, and the naked girl on the bed covered herself with a sheet and scooted up against the wall in fear.

“Where da money?” Shotcaller asked simply.

“I ain’t GOT no money!” the man replied.

After moment, Shotcaller looked over to Choo Choo and nodded, which prompted the smallest of the 85 Piru to step forward and deliver a roundhouse kick into the man’s face.

The girl screamed as the man fell onto his back and he groaned while holding his newly broken nose.

“Where. Da. Fuckin’. Money!?” Shotcaller asked once more, this time with a more pronounced snarl.

Still laying on his back, the man pointed over to the closet which was full of clothes and a brown bag. Choo Choo grabbed the bag out of the closet and opened it up and gave Shotcaller a nod after looking in it.

“Yo, grab that gun,” Shotcaller ordered Wazzup, who immediately did it.

The three Blood gang members quickly left with the man’s gun and money, but not before Shotcaller stomped the victim’s head.

“Word,” Wazzup murmured while they exited the house.