Conflict n da Codez

What the fuck!” I said, when I seen the police were all over the trailer park. Yellow tape, paramedics and two bodies covered up. One of the bodies was hanging out of a white Astor Van and the other one was close to the door of the spot. I turned around trying to stay out of dodge and headed back toward the block. Looking to find Wack, Bent or somebody to find out what the fuck was going on in the hood.
When I got to Wack pad, a few of the hommies were standing on the porch.
“What’s up Blood?” I said to anybody, “What’s going on?” Wack looked at me as if what ever happen was fuck’d up. Bent walked up toward me and asked,” Blood, you don’t know?”
“Nah, that’s why I’m asking you niggas, what some crabs came through?”
“Nigga worst,” Bent said as if he was holding something back.
“Worst, what the fuck could be worst?”
Instead of Wack answering my question he asked, “you aint talk to Lana?”
“Why the fuck you asking about Lana? That punk ass shit she pulled at the block party, I don’t care to ever talk to her again. I aint trippin off Lana. What the fuck happen in the hood is what I wanna know?"
Everybody started looking at each other, waiting on one and other to tell me what was going on. I started to get inpatient.
It wasn’t my niggas characters to keep anything from me and it absolutely wasn’t their nature to be waiting to go handle whatever mutha fucka’s brought noise to the hood. My impatience went to hot tempered.