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students and professors at the City College campus. Pretty soon after, they stuck up residences in housing complexes, small-time weed dealers, or anybody else who thought their shit was sweet. They had some rules back then, a sort of “stickup-kid rule of honor” that Sonny had made up and took very seriously.

    1. No robbing old people or pregnant women.
    2. No kids younger than themselves, unless they had a sweet ten-speed bike.
    3. Don’t hurt the vics if they give it up, but if they resist, do everything in your power to break their fucking jaw.
    4. Always give a portion of earnings to the household.

    â€œFuck it,” Sonny said as he locked the front door behind his brother. “Don’t worry about nothing, Martha. Me and old boy here,” he said while looking at Clyde, “we gonna handle this shit.”
    He tapped Clyde on the shoulder and gestured for him to follow into the bedroom. Sonny was already pitching his caper to Clyde before he even took off his jacket. “Yo, I got word of this sweet spot up in the Bronx.” Clyde sat on the bed and remained silent. He never knew who was giving Sonny the information on stickup jobs, but they were always reliable. “Only one gun in the place, put his ass down and everybody ready to give it up.” He stared at his younger brother to see if he would bite.
    Clyde asked reluctantly, “How many we gon’ need to pull it off?”
    â€œI say we would only need three niggas to take over the spot.”
    Clyde frowned and asked, “Who’s the third?”
    Sonny looked at his brother through the dresser mirror. “Me, you and . . . Wolf.”
    Clyde jumped up. “Fuck, no,” he said quickly. “I damn sure ain’t fucking with you if you bring that trigger-happy nigga along. Hell, no. Find somebody else.”
    Wolf was Sonny’s right-hand man in the stickup game. He stood a mere five feet eleven and weighed only 170 pounds, and nobody fucked with him on the streets ’cause he was all heart. He and Sonny met in C-76, the juvenile ward on Rikers Island. On the island, young Brooklyn cats were the majority, so they ran the house. When Sonny and Wolf walked in, neither knew each other, and five Brooklyn cats stood by the gate and asked the eight new prisoners, “Where y’all niggas from? And y’all better say Brooklyn or y’all getting fucked up!” Almost simultaneously, Wolf and Sonny dropped their blankets, pillows, and sheets and said, “Harlem here. Now come get some!” From then on, they fought back to back until they took over the whole house together.
    If Wolf didn’t bust off his guns at a robbery, he’d find a reason to do so just for the fuck of it. Wolf had been shot so many times, he’d lost track of how many.
    Sonny exploded, “Nigga, fuck you care ’bout who I bring along? All you doing is watching our backs.”
    â€œWhat, you think I’m stupid, Sonny?” Clyde asked with a twisted face. “You think I forgot that shit y’all pulled last time I got down with y’all? You and Wolf killed everybody in the fucking place and didn’t even tell me. I had to read about that shit in the paper.”
    Sonny snapped, “Yo, you think I planned that shit to go down? Shit like that happens sometimes. It comes with the territory of our profession.” Clyde remained silent. “We doing all the hard work and you still get an equal piece of the loot!”
    Clyde smiled at him and said, “I would also get equal time if we get caught. Don’t think I don’t know if we got caught I be charged with the same amount of bodies y’all stack up.” He shook his head. “Naw, fuck that, y’all go find somebody else to play pussy, I ain’t with that killin’ shit.”
    Sonny remained cool and said, “It ain’t a problem. It’s plenty niggas out here who wanna get this money, but you