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more as an outlet than anything else. So he couldn’t front on his dudes. K banged out 16 bars-o-heat and they went nuts.
     
                  “Oh yeah?! That’s how you doing it now? “ asked Pook.
     
                  “Let me find out you holdin out on us big cuzzin, “said Blass smiling.
     
                  “You know I had to step my game up fuckin wit ya ll … nah mean?
     
                  A couple of minutes later they were pulling up at Ms. Vicki’s crib. Ms. Vicki was Pooks moms. Pook went inside and handled business with his cousin who was there waiting. When he came out and got in the car he handed K the money for the sale.
     
                  “Where we headed K?” asked Blass.
     
                  “I gotta check on Lonnie, Norma, and Cash,” K answered talking about the three crack spots he’d started since he came home.
     
                  “Drop me at the crib K. I gotta check in wit Wifey,” said Pook.
     
                  K felt a little stab in the heart, again thinking about Mattie.
     
                  “Aight Pook. What about you Blass? You wit me?”
     
                  “No doubt big cuzzin! Let’s make moves.”
     
                  K headed to drop Pook off at his crib, but he still couldn’t shake those thoughts of Mattie.
     
     
     
                                                
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                                                       Chapter 3
     
                 
     
    K–Mo and Blass had gone and checked out two of K’s spots. He picked up the money that had been in the streets from two spots and told Norma and Cash that he would be back to bring them more work in a couple of hours. K didn’t really feel comfortable riding around with over 10g’s on him. Especially knowing that the undercover cops turned the heat up a couple of notches on Fridays.
     
                  Wyandanch is a small suburban ghetto, but equivalent in crime to a city housing project. For this reason as well as many others it had earned the title Crimedanch. A niggah getting that money for real had to stay on point and on the lookout for them thirsty broke-ass stick-up kids. K learned to keep the heat (gun) close from the mistake of others. I’d rather be judged by twelve then carried by six , was his motto.
     
                  After thinking about the time it would take for him to go and put up the money he had on him and the time it would take for him to drive about five minutes to Lonnie’s spot to che ck on his dough, K put his faith in the Glock .45 automag and went to check on his paper. The front yard at Lonnie’s was poppin as usual on a Friday night. Lawn chairs were spread out and filled with people from the neighborhood and around town that was down with the set, sipping on something. Music from the 70’s filled the atmosphere from the one house speaker that sat on the front porch.
     
                 
     
    K and Blass pulled up in the rental and parked across the street from the house along with ten other cars that were parked out front. Lonnie was sitting at the table with a few of his sidekicks playing spades and smoking a joint when they pulled up. K was met with various greetings as he entered the front yard.
     
                  “Get you a partner and run a game wit us big boy,” said Black Justice.
     
                  “Why you tryna get dis niggah to sit in this hot ass front yard? You know he can’t be seen posted up over here by 5-0!” said Lonnie.
     
                  “Nah Lon ,it’s cool. Fuck them pigs – I gots to fuck wit my peoples. The boys in blue already know what I do. I just can’t be dirty when I