Thug Girl Quotes

Normal. She wasn't normal. A girl Graced with killing, a royal thug? A girl who didn't want the husbands Randa pushed on her, perfectly handsome and thoughtful men, a girl who panicked at the thought of a baby at her breast, or clinging to her ankles.

Michael walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. "You all right?" I made my twin brother hate me. I can't try out for basketball. I gave my number to some girl who thinks I'm a thug. Gabriel looked back at his textbook. "Yeah. Fine.

Tink was there … Slung over his shoulder was a…Wonder Woman backpack. I parted from Ren, walking up to him. “Where did you get that?” “I stole it from a little fae girl.” He paused. “Hashtag thug life.

If it’s revealed that I was in the car, what will that make me? The thug ghetto girl with the drug dealer?

Ninety-nine out of a hundred conversations in the media about race go through the same kabuki: Ignore the victims. Humanize the thugs. When it is over, congratulate each other for superior moral sensitivity.

Especially if the girl he had earmarked was one of these tough modern thugs, all lipstick and cool, hard, sardonic eyes, as she probably was.

She likes me. The shock of it sent a jolt of wild joy through him that stole his breath and robbed him momentarily of his common sense. He, Blade, who stared down cutthroat thugs in the meanest streets of the city, who laughed at death and snapped his fingers in the hangman’s face, found himself nervous and jumpy in the presence of a pretty girl. How utterly stupid. He felt like an ass. He didn’t care.

The legal reporter came out of his cubicle shouting that two bodies of unidentified girls were in the city morgue. Frightened, I asked him: What age? Young, he said. They may be refugees from the interior chased here by the regime's thugs. I sighed with relief. The situation encroaches on us in silence, like a bloodstain, I said. The legal reporter, at some distance now, shouted: "Not blood, Maestro,shit.

At 18, Kendrick had the business mind and smarts of a 40-year-old man. He was logical, strong, and he showed respect when it was owed.

Every nation has its share of shits. All those thugs and nonentities who want to feel superior. Exactly the same thing happened in Italy, they all joined the Fascists to see what they could get. All sons of clerks and peasants who wanted to be something. All ambition and no ideals. Don't you see the appeal of an army? If you want a girl, rape her. If you want a watch, take it. If you're in a sour mood, kill someone. You feel better, you feel strong. It feels good to belong to the chosen people, you can do what you want, and you can justify anything by saying it's a law of nature or the will of God.

A new girl came to work in the room, and the cat was still in it. The cat hid from the new girl in Jess’ old room behind a crack in the wall and yowled for Jess to come and throw this strange girl out of the cat’s bed. This new girl clapped her hands over her ears, and then pulled powder out from her bag of make-up. She doused a piece of old food in the powder and threw it into the wall for the cat to eat. Later that night, Rachel had to pull the dead cat from a crack in the wall with a long broom handle. Rachel threw the dead cat over the wall, where the rain would come to wash the body into the sewers. With Jess crying somewhere about her lost cat—selling hot corn among the thugs and night bruisers, paying for anything stolen—Rachel figured that the powder had done exactly what it had been made to do. The powder had killed a working girl’s baby.

Or are they? Maybe her eyes aren’t wide because of innocence. Maybe it’s fear. He has a split instant of seeing Prospero through the gaze of Miranda—a petrified Miranda who’s suddenly realized that her adored father is a full-blown maniac, and paranoid into the bargain. He thinks she’s asleep when he’s talking out loud to someone who isn’t there, but she’s heard him doing it, and it scares her. He says he can command spirits, raise storms, uproot trees, open tombs, and cause the dead to walk, but what’s that in real life? It’s sheer craziness. The poor girl is trapped in the middle of the ocean with a testosterone-sodden thug who wants to rape her and an ancient dad who’s totally off his gourd. No wonder she throws herself into the arms of the first sane-looking youth who bumbles her way. Get me out of here! is what she’s really saying to Ferdinand. Isn’t it?

Cheeks reddening, Mia peered at the first boy. “Your name is Shivs? O, because you carry knives, aye?” She glanced at the younger boy. “You’d be Fleas then?” To the girl. “Let me guess, Worms?”1 “Clever,” said the blonde. And stepping lightly to Mia’s side, she drew back a fist and buried it in Mia’s stomach. The breath left her lungs with a wet cough as she fell to her knees. Blinking and blinded, Mia clutched her belly, trying not to retch. Astonishment inside her. Astonishment and rage. Nobody had hit her before. Nobody haddared. She’d seen her mother fence wits countless times in the Spine. She’d seen men reduced to stuttering and women driven to tears. And Mia had studied well. But the rules said the aggrieved was supposed to riposte with some barb of their own, not haul off and punch her like some lowborn thug in an alley scra— “O …,” Mia wheezed. “Right.

Lila who has connected, is connecting, our personal knowledge of poverty and abuse to the armed struggle against the fascists, against the owners, against capital. I admit it here, openly, for the first time: in those September days I suspected that not only Pasquale—Pasquale driven by his history toward the necessity of taking up arms—not only Nadia, but Lila herself had spilled that blood. For a long time, while I cooked, while I took care of my daughters, I saw her, with the other two, shoot Gino, shoot Filippo, shoot Bruno Soccavo. And if I had trouble imagining Pasquale and Nadia in every detail—I considered him a good boy, something of a braggart, capable of fierce fighting but of murder no; she seemed to me a respectable girl who could wound at most with verbal treachery—about Lila I had never had doubts: she would know how to devise the most effective plan, she would reduce the risks to a minimum, she would keep fear under control, she would be able to give murderous intentions an abstract purity, she knew how to remove human substance from bodies and blood, she would have no scruples and no remorse, she would kill and feel that she was in the right. So there she was, clear and bright, along with the shadow of Pasquale, of Nadia, of who knows what others. They drove through the piazza in a car and, slowing down in front of the pharmacy, fired at Gino, at his thug’s body in the white smock. Or they drove along the dusty road to the Soccavo factory, garbage of every type piled up on either side. Pasquale went through the gate, shot Filippo’s legs, the blood spread through the guard booth, screams, terrified eyes. Lila, who knew the way well, crossed the courtyard, entered the factory, climbed the stairs, burst into Bruno’s office, and, just as he said cheerfully: Hi, what in the world are you doing around here, fired three shots at his chest and one at his face. Ah yes, militant anti-fascism, new resistance, proletarian justice, and other formulas to which she, who instinctively knew how to avoid rehashing clichés, was surely able to give depth. I imagined that those actions were necessary in order to join, I don’t know, the Red Brigades, Prima Linea, Nuclei Armati Proletari. Lila would disappear from the neighborhood as Pasquale had. Maybe that’s why she had tried to leave Gennaro with me, apparently for a month, in reality intending to give him to me forever. We would never see each other again. Or she would be arrested, like the leaders

the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world, God gets us back, he makes have precious little girls.

Two parts engineer, two parts teddy bear, one part mule, and one part street thug.

I wished so much that Kendrick had killed him when he initially wanted to. I couldn't believe I spared his life.

I was pissed that this nigga disrespected me and then took advantage of her.

These hoes were so disrespectful. They clearly saw my brothers and I were taken, but they was still offering it up. And they wonder why we skipped over they ass to be with other chicks that respected themselves too much to be trying to fuck a taken nigga.

Kendrick had never let me kiss him, ever. It was strictly sex and nothing else.

As a wise woman once said, you teach a dog how to walk and they'll walk off with another bitch.

Although I messed with his cousins Kayden and Khayman, Kendon was my heart. When I messed with his cousins, it was simply to get some dick, or just because they wanted some pussy and I didn't want to be a party pooper by acting like a bitch.

I told Christy to watch her mouth around Nic's cousin, because I saw her fast ass leave with him. I knew he was a snake, and he'd try to use her dumb ass to his advantage.

All in all, I love my niggas and the loyalty we have to one another is out of this world. ***

You damn right I planned to snake through that operation and take over like I did in the Chi. I planned to get all they bitches and put them on my stroll, too. I could make so much money with they little fine asses working for me. Young pussy always made the most money.

Morgan, I don't see any reason why we shouldn't make this more official. I love you more than anything, and I plan to be with you forever. I promise I will make you happy and be the best father to our baby or babies. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?

Kendrew is my first son that I had with another woman. I married my wife Camia when I was 20 years old, and although I loved her, I still messed around here and there.

She finally gave birth to my first-born, Kendrew Drix King, and I lied to Camia in order to be there for the birth.

I knew I shouldn't be mad at Kendrew, but it was hard not to be. I also didn't like how he was acting like our shit was a joke.

Nic and I’s relationship had improved so much since I matured. I hated to even think about the person I used to be. I was always so jealous and angry, and I think it was because my parents abandoned me at a young age.

On top of that, he had Nic's little cousin Danielle and her friend Tia selling pussy. When I came to see Nic, she wouldn’t talk to me, and her mother made me promise to rescue Danielle.

like. I wish I had hung around my cousin, instead of girls with a mindset that was just as tainted as mine. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound, and let the tears fall.

The doctor told me ahead of time I would bleed a lot, and be in some pain for about two days, so I didn't feel the need to visit a hospital. There was no way in hell I could ever tell Kendon what I had done. I'm pretty sure our already strained relationship would be over for good.

that. I guess because my dad used to fuck my mother up, and one day he beat her into a coma that she didn't wake up from. Ever since then, I despised any nigga who put they hands on a female. I had it bad for Danielle, regardless of her choice of work, but I needed her to know I was serious about her leaving that shit in the past.

Whether Danielle wanted to tell me or not, I was gon’ find out who her pimp was and kill his ass.  

Raquel stood over Talia as she slept. She had been sneaking into Truth's mother house for the last three nights to see her baby girl. She

Reyna’s daughter was the best thing that ever happened to her. After she had her baby girl she vowed to be a better woman.

Asia and Cedes were cut from a different cloth. They'd seen and done more than most girls their age. They were born and raised in Detroit, Michigan and brought up in the roughest part of the city.

Even though we had just met a few hours ago, this little girl was really starting to win over my heart. After we left the mall, we headed back to the car. “Bae,

And even though weeeee aiiin’t official you know I ain’t no regular girl!

Girls at Shoreline said Rich looked like L.L. Cool J. They called him Richie D., and around that time, Warren began to call himself Warren G. Erik wore his baseball cap just tilted perfectly to the side and also knew every song by Too $hort and was impressed that Warren knew the lyrics so well. Rich and Erik and D’Arcy beat him into the Crips and, after this initiation by pummeling, they said, “You’re part of the family now.” Though older boys in View Royal may have scoffed at Warren G. and “his whole gangster act,” older boys were unaware of the care and attention he brought to his outfits, which were, perhaps, both costume and disguise. He favored white. The color was distinctly his own, and it set him apart from his fellow gangsters, the members of the CMC (Crip Mafia Cartel). For the members of the CMC, blue was mandatory, red forbidden. White was Warren’s personal choice, and an unlikely one, for black may have better created the look of a badass he aspired to. At 5’4 and 115 pounds, Warren was far from a thug, and in fact could not have been cuter and, despite his knowledge of lewd song lyrics and his tempestuous domestic situation, innocent. Never has a boy looked more as if he wandered out of a fairy tale. His eyes were immense, and his eyelashes were long, and his expression was earnest and longing and always, always hopeful. He was possessed of the certain androgynous beauty that appeals so strongly to girls who have not yet turned sixteen. Like heartthrobs of past and present (that year it was Leonardo DiCaprio), Warren G. appeared neither manly nor mean, and in fact, his soft beauty suggested he might really need to be saved.

know that I was once someone who loved to dance in the kitchen whilst I baked,” I say, my voice catching. “I was once someone who laughed at stupid jokes until her belly ached and tears poured from her eyes. I was once a girl who liked to walk in the rain, who loved to watch the sun set, who collected china dolls, who found pleasure in the simple things life offered. I was someone who loved tulips and strawberry cheesecake, who would like to go on picnics and drink red wine, and eat smelly cheese, who would sing badly in the shower, who’d wear the clothes she loved, not the ones I was forced to wear. I was once a woman who had passion in her heart and fire in her soul. Now look at me.

How did you lose your mother?” I asked quietly. “Drive-by shooting—wrong place at the wrong time. She had just stepped out of the house to run to the market and was gunned down on the sidewalk. I heard the shots and ran outside to find her in a puddle of her own blood. Some street thug with a target on his back had been walking by at the same time—a stray bullet hit her right in the heart.” His voice was so devoid of emotion, it gave me chills. “How old were you?” “Seventeen. Arianna was only fourteen.” His younger sister—she’d still been a young girl. “Did you have to go into foster care?” “Only for a couple months. The second I turned eighteen, I petitioned for custody of her.

Three pairs of eyes stared at me as I moved to the checkout station. Immediately, my eyes fell on the milk chocolate honey my brother had referenced. Damn! A nigga wasn’t lying when he said this woman was bad. I knew it was her, even though the other two women in the room were brown skinned as well. While they were cute in their own way, baby girl was nothing to play with. Her fucking lips had a nigga’s mind gone. She stared me dead in my eyes, and I couldn’t help but feel some type of way about that shit. No woman had ever been bold enough to do that. I leaned my arms onto the counter and licked my lips as we eyed each other. Baby girl could definitely get all this dick. “Excuse me, but can we help you?” The girl standing to her right was eye-fucking me too. Although she was cute, I wasn’t into her in the least. I broke eye contact with my future baby mama to address ole girl. “She can.” I nodded toward my baby. I met her eyes again. This time she looked away as a red tinge stained her cheeks. Bold, but shy…interesting.

Move, Shaun,” Yaya said again. This time she looked me dead in my eyes. The fire dancing in her beautiful orbs dared me not to do what the fuck she said. “This isn’t about you. That ho put her hands on me, so I’ma give her what the fuck she wants!” Standing here, I thought back to when she kept me from beating Erik’s ass. Had that nigga put his hands on me, nothing anyone would’ve done could’ve saved him. I understood where Yaya was coming from, which was why I faked like she pushed my big ass to give her enough space to leap off of the sofa. No one was holding Shayla back, so she immediately went to swing on Yaya. Dodging that shit like a pro, Yaya delivered a right hook to Shayla’s face that made Shayla’s neck snap back. Shayla stumbled backward as her arms flailed, trying to keep up with Yaya. Yaya’s ass delivered straight blows to Shayla’s face—no hair pulling. It only took a handful of punches for Shayla to trip and bust her ass on the marble floors. Instead of Yaya jumping on top of Shayla to finish her off, Yaya backed away, shaking her head. “Next time I won’t be so fuckin’ nice,” she stated too fucking calmly. Everyone in the section followed Yaya’s switching ass as she went back to the table to pour her a drink. She plopped down on the sofa and crossed her legs. Her bare foot swayed as she sipped her drink as if nothing just happened. Damn, this girl was the truth!

You need to find someone for you, Indi. He has a girl and that’s way too much baggage. You are too cute to be a side bitch,

Even as little girls, we were all types of bitches and hoes. She wanted respect when she never respected us.

Because you’re a weak bitch, look at you, just pathetic. You a snake hoe too, how could you look your home girl in the face knowing that you fucking her first love? Bitches like you deserved their ass beat on a regular.

She ignored the boy’s protest and kept walking. He shouldn’t be watching street fights at his age, impressionable as he was. Uncle and Auntie Yin had enough to complain about without her being a bad influence on her little cousin. The swordsman caught up with her easily, keeping an arm’s length between them while they walked together down the dusty street. There was none of the posturing and swagger she’d come to expect from Zhou’s lackeys. From outward appearances, they could have been joining one another for an afternoon stroll. “Those are exquisite.” He was talking about the swords. Twin blades; short, light and quick. Many called them butterfly swords, but there was nothing delicate about them. They were ideal weapons for a woman fighting a larger opponent. Heaven forbid he’d look at her with the same interest. She sniffed, but a thread of doubt worked loose inside her. He was the first to be interested in her skill rather than the novelty of this odd girl who dared to challenge men. “You don’t seem like one of Zhou’s thugs,” she said.

good. But then something shifted inside me. I remembered who they really were; intrinsically powerful beings playing the part of thugs because they had forgotten their own true power. The gang surrounded me matching my pace. I focused on the leader who had moved in and was walking beside me. Looking him straight in the eye; I smiled and said, “What a beautiful night – don’t you think?” Dead silence. No response from anyone. The gang waited for a cue from him. No one made a sound for what seemed liked much longer than the few seconds it really was. I continued to walk, smiling up at him. Finally, the leader said “What’s a good-lookin’ girl like you doin’ walking these streets alone? Don’t you know how dangerous that is?” Then he insisted that he and his gang walk me all the way to Penn Station so that they could protect me. By remembering my own intrinsic power and separating the behaviors of this gang from the intrinsically powerful beings I knew they really were; my potential attackers became my protectors – my enemies became my friends – and a potentially violent and destructive situation shifted into a positive empowering one for everyone involved. As we recognize our inherent perfection and personal power, we are led to the natural conclusion that others are likewise amazing souls with equal inherent and intrinsic worth and power – even if, in the moment, they are acting otherwise. When we accept any environment into which we are led and pay attention to every soul within that environment; and when we treat them with respect and appreciation for who they really are; we create a larger space for possibilities of powerful positive connection even – especially – with the opposition. We help them recognize or at least feel their true power and make different

Having another baby would never replace our baby girl Heaven. She would always be our first daughter and our guardian angel.

Did you ever stop and think about her and what she needs? That girl is about to have seven damn kids. Did it ever occur to you that she might be scared?

I didn't give a fuck how much a nigga cheated on his girl, the minute she fucked another nigga, all fucking bets were off.

in this life love will make you choose between happiness and being a fool, and most of us women get them both confused.”  I guess

had taken plenty of girl’s virginity, but this was different. This was my future wife, so I had to be gentle with her. “That’s

That’s the thing I loved about my friends and my cousins; they weren’t envious of me and vice versa. Best believe if anyone of my girls wanted a Bentley right now from their nigga, he would go ahead and make that happen for them.

My woman intuitions were kicking in and something was telling me to follow Rashard. Something was telling me that something was about to happen tonight and I needed to put on my big girl panties to protect my man.

One, because he did warn me and two, we was in some deep shit and I had no idea how to get out, other than skipping town like a bitch.

When they finally left, I called my baby mama Honey to let her know where I was gon’ be staying at, in case I needed to see my daughter.

Houston Gary was a fraud, straight up.

What I soon learned was there are two types of frauds, smart ones and dumb ones; Houston was the latter. He

I was going to simply go to my house and never talk to him again, but I wanted to confront his ass first.

Every time he upset me, no matter how big or small, I would black his eye, break his nose, crush his rib, slap him, anything.

Tia and I were happy to get an invite, because we still hadn't bagged a boss.

I couldn't believe I had let my girl get kidnapped. I felt like the weakest nigga ever. I was embarrassed, and too ashamed to even look at my brothers’ faces. I prayed that my baby wasn't harmed over me

French didn't have many people out here, and the ones he did have, we blazed them niggas. It was much worse not knowing who was after you. I

It really felt good to see how happy she was to be my wife. It was also a little ego boost too. Ha. She was five months pregnant with baby number two, and I couldn't be happier.

People always say what they would do, but you really don't know until it happens.

This nigga had no idea it was my birthday, and didn't even care. I quietly cried myself back to sleep.  

When he got shot at that night, I made sure to stay up under him all the time. If he went to the store, our baby Kaleeini and I came as well.

After that nigga French kidnapped Jessica and I, Kayden made me go everywhere with him.

After that whole kidnapping situation, when Kendon told my ass not to go somewhere or not to do something, I fucking listened. Old

I made sure all my son's names started with Ken, because it meant handsome, so I think he caught on once I told them Kendrew's name.

I hated that my mother and I had to basically stay a secret, so that he could keep his other family. Shit, we were his damn family too! I’m his first-born, and that's why I decided to move here!

Next thing you know, she was pregnant with my princess Kameko, and I couldn't have been happier. My mom didn't want me to lose my partial Japanese culture, so we named my daughter Kameko in her honor.

This nigga was gon’ be a problem, I could already tell. Like he said, he seemed to have a problem following rules, and that shit was not gon’ fly in anything I was running.

My plan was working, just as I expected. I wanted him to believe I was just cool, and trying to have a little fun. He would have no idea that I had an ulterior motive.

French was a fraud who always talked, but never walked. If he found her, he would've slapped her up a bit and put her back on the stroll.

Danielle is my cousin that lives with us. My uncle and her mother weren't the greatest parents, so my mom agreed to look after her for a couple weeks, and that was 15 years ago.

I put emphasis on fights because her ass was always tryna fuck somebody up. If you breathed wrong around Christy, she would knock your ass out cold.

Jessica definitely got around, but that was my bitch so I wasn't gon’ pass judgment. As long as she didn't fuck Michael, we was good!

After we ate, we fired up some more blunts and got high as hell. I lived for this shit. This is exactly what I would rather be doing than this school bullshit.

My mom and I had a love-hate relationship. I loved her, don't get me wrong, but if we weren't related we definitely would be enemies.

I was no longer looking for a good dude, because they all turned out the same.

Ever since then, I realized I was gon’ do these niggas how they do us! I have no love for these niggas.

Kendrick King was the king of the drug game in Baltimore.

Whenever chicks would talk about wanting to be wifed by one of them, I would act disgusted because I hated Kendon so much for breaking my heart.

Morgan had a hot pussy too at times, except she tried to have relationships and I wanted one night stands.

Jessica blacked my little brother’s eye and he refused to return to school, so my mom let him transfer. He refused to whoop her ass like he wanted ‘cause we were raised to never hit a woman.

My dad promised my mom that at 45 he would step down, and he made sure to follow through. When he did, he made me head of the operation. Here I was 19 years old and had more money than I knew what to do with.

Every bitch in B-more wants to carry the last name King and don't care which one of us they get, including my father, uncle, and cousin.

It's always gon’ be hoes no matter who the guy is. The only girls that matter are the ones you chase back.

On my way out, I saw Danielle looking at me with the same venom that the girls around B-more did when they saw me with Kendrick. Shit even when they saw me alone.

Morgan, I can have any girl I want. And you're right, I have fucked girls and told them to keep it pushing. But let me tell you, I definitely don't bring them to my actual home or

I had cheated on Christy before and usually she just beat the bitch up; I would dick her down, and we'd be good. I thought after I gave her that tongue lashing in the shower she'd be good, but boy was I wrong and I was starting to feel sick.

Jermaine was one of the niggas that worked one of our trap houses. He turned out to be a snake. Unfortunately, we didn't figure it out fast enough ‘cause the one he worked got robbed.

loved Nic, but she irritated me. I guess I was jealous that she had parents, and now the man I worked so hard to

Jessica was in a relationship with Kendon, which I know made her happy. As much as she tried to convince us over the past year that she didn't love him, we never believed

I looked over to Danielle and Tia, and they were frowning. You could tell they didn't do it on purpose, it's just their hateful thoughts had unfortunately leaked out onto their faces. Trenton stood

Trenton was out here like a single man. I had no idea Christy was his girl, or that he even had a girl for that matter until she whooped July's ass at the party.