The Streets Never Let Go 3

THE STREETS NEVER LET GO 3 Lock Down Publications and Ca$h Presents THE STREETS NEVER LET GO 3 A Novel by Robert Baptiste Lock Down Publications Po Box 944 Stockbridge, Ga 30281 Visit our website @ www.lockdownpublications.com Copyright 2023 by Robert Baptiste The Streets Never Let Go 3 All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in review. First Edition January 2023 Printed in the United States of America This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. 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Have a story but no way to send it electronically? You can still submit to LDP/Ca$h Presents. Send in the first three chapters, written or typed, of your completed manuscript to: LDP: Submissions Dept Po Box 944 Stockbridge, Ga 30281 *DO NOT send original manuscript. Must be a duplicate.* Provide your synopsis and a cover letter containing your full contact information. Thanks for considering LDP and Ca$h Presents. Chapter One Soulja Slim Years Later 2002 February It was 12:01. I just got released from prison. I was standing outside of Allen State Prison which was up North Louisiana, smoking a cigarette and waiting on my girl; she came to pick me up. As I smoked on my cigarette, I thought about my dawg and who killed him. Word on the streets was this bitch Michelle Uncle—Peter—killed him. He ran down on him in the Melpomene Projects while he was arguing with that bitch, and shot him twice in the head. He never saw it coming. People say they didn't know he was going to kill him, but I know that was a fucking lie. My city is so cut-throat to the bone. You can't trust nobody. The bitch probably had something to do with it. As a matter of fact, that was why I was thinking about calling my record label Cut-throat Committed. My girl pulled up in front me in a red G-Wagon with chrome and tinted windows. She stepped out looking good wearing pink leggings that showed off every curve, even had her pussy print out. She had the matching halter top that held her round nice size titties in place and her hard nipples poking out. Her long black hair hung down past her shoulders, and her red lips stick had her lips looking good. Her nails and pretty toes were polished red and were hanging out of some white and pink Chanel sandals. She had my dick palpitating from how good she looked. I couldn’t wait to get home to eat and fuck the shit out of her. She walked up to me, hugging and tongue-kissing me. She smelled so good I wanted to eat her right in the car. I'm not going to lie I got a good girl. No matter what I gothrough, she’s always there. I need to think about chilling out in them streets and get my shit together for her. I gotta think about settling down and taking this music shit serious, then have a few kids and get married. You know, turn in my player card. Because Kim has been rolling with me for years and never felt off. “I see you happy to see me.” She smiled, pressing up against my dick. “You already know.” I smiled. “Love you.” “Love you back.” We made it back to the city in three hours. When we hit her bedroom door at her apartment in Slidell, she went to take off all her clothes. I just watched her for a minute as she took off her clothes. Kim's body was looking right. She told me she was working out at the gym while I was gone. Damn! She looked good. I watched as her pretty red titties set up like missiles, with her pink hard nipples pointing straight at me. Then she stepped out her leggings with nothing on underneath and her pussy well shaved. I wanted to jump on her. She laid back in the bed, spreading her legs. “Come here,” she said, smiling, licking her lips. I dropped my clothes to the floor, showing her my long, hard, black dick. I pulled her to the edge of the bed, getting on my knees, eating her out. I licked her from her pussy to her asshole. She moaned all the way. “Yes, baby, don't stop! I'm fucking coming.” She held my head down, coming back to back in my face. I raised up. She crawled toward me, putting my dick in her mouth, sucking on it. She deep-throated my dick and sucked on my balls until I came. She pulled back, laid back on the bed as I climbed on top of her. I put her legs on my shoulders as I slid my dick deeper in her