I knocked rapidly on the door as I looked over my shoulder as I held the duffle bag. It was starting to mist outside again as the sky was dark with a few gleaming stars. You don't see much of that in New York City due to the bright lights, smog from smoke stacks and factories.
Tony swung the door open in a pair of Adidas track pants, a white Yankees T-shirt and his Nike sliders. I quickly walked passed him and into his crib.
"What the fuck Cas" he said as he closed the door behind him and trailed on my heels. "You sound like you was in a rush"
"The rest of them in there?", I asked, turning around and looking at him.
"Yeah. Quan was already here. He said you called him too and told the little niggas to come here too man, wassup?"
I walked into Tony living room to see Quan, the little homies C.O.C sitting and rolling up some weed. They were dressed down in crib attire. I'ma make this shit short and sweet so I take this shit back to my crib.
"Sup Cas", Quan raspy voice said as he stood up and dapped me.
"Shit nigga" I replied as I stood in front of the coffee table and then dapping the little homies.
It was a little after midnight and my adrenaline was rushing. Do ya'll understand the paranoia of riding around with drugs. Pure cocaine and niggas want my ass locked up. That prayer worked cause if I would of ran into DT Moore, I know I could kiss my freedom goodbye.
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"Yo Cas?", Los questioned, rolling up some loud and using some backwoods wrap. "You good?"
I placed the bag down at my feet and turned my hat backwards.
Silence filled the room as everyone exchanged looks. Tony squinted his eyes and exhaled dramatically as he slumped down in the wood chair.
I flared my nostrils as I started pacing the floor, causing everyone in the room to mutter and speak all at once.
"Yo man, this better not be no bull shit", Bizz snapped as he scratched his poofy hair.
"Nigga, shut yo light skinned ass up", Krack laughed, waving him off. "You ain't got no bitch at the crib"
Bizz smirked, "Oh yeah? Last I check it was yo momma"
"Aye!" I shouted. "Shut the fuck up and just listen", I hissed as my eyes diverted back and forth across the room at everyone's faces. "I'm in a situation and I need help"
"What type of situation you got?", Tony chuckled as if he didn't believe I could possibly be in some shit.
I grabbed the bag and zipped it open, tossing a kilo of coke that was wrapped tightly in a plastic wrap.
"Oooh", everyone awed in unison.
"What the fuck is that?!", Bizz shrieked as he sat up.
"Ayo, this for grown folks, chill out" Tony said as he waved his hand and looked at me. "Cas, what the fuck is this man?"
"It's a key nigga", I replied. "I got nine more but I need help moving them".
Quan balled his face up in confusion as he leaned back on the couch.
"Nine more?!" he questioned. "Who you think you are, Scarface?"
"No. but I'm bout to be nigga", I laughed a little. "And ya'll asses gonna help".
Bizz sucked his teeth and jerked his head back.
"Nigga I ain't helping you, I'm tryna get bread my damn self" he shot at me with a snarl.
"Oh word?" I questioned with a smirk. "Even if I put a hundred grand in ya pocket?" I asked, challenging his words.
Bizz whole demeanor changed at the sound of getting a hundred grand. He relaxed a little as he stared me up and down. they all
"This what I need ya'll to do. I'ma give Quan and Tone four keys each. They gonna break it up into eighths, right?"
They nodded as they listened inventively, passing around the blunt in the cipher.
I continued, "After they break the keys down to eighths, they gonna break it down to grams and ya'll lil niggas is gonna go on the corner of 96th and Amsterdam and ya'lll gonna spread out and sell that shit. Tone and Quan gonna be circling the area to make sure shit run smooth".
"That sound coo", Tony said. "But what we do when niggas get word that we moving all this work?"
"Yo Quan. Ya man Smoke still sell new guns for cheap?" I asked as I directed my attention towards Quan. "We can give these lil niggas each a hammer"
"Iono. I can see. That nigga just came home and shit from doing a bid" Quan replied as he dragged from the blunt
"Nah son dead ass, stop calling us little niggas" Los semi-yelled as he waved his hand and putting his foot on the coffee table. "Ya'll niggas is just mad old"
"Anyway" Flex interjected. "When they gonna be done cutting It up?"
"It should be ready by four am. Ya'll niggas got three hours to get it out on the block by 7am" I confirmed as I put the four keys on the table for Quan and Tone.
"Is this something yall can handle cause the minute yall go out there we puttin' our lives on the line. It's either we going to the top or we gonna stay broke", I warned.
"Shiiiiit" Wally emphasized. "I'm wit it. I ain't goin to college any way", he says as he shrugged his shoulders.
Everyone was on the same page at this point. Now it's just about showing and proving. After smoking with these niggas, I dapped them up as I placed my two keys back in the duffle bag.
I jumped in my whip, heading back to my parents crib back in the hood to stash the rest of this shit. Cruising down the dark streets of Harlem, I was in my thoughts about how this connect could change my life.
Hustle by any means necessary.
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4:45 AM
And will I be, the G that I was? "I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of So relax your soul, let me take control Close your eyes my son" My eyes are closed
I gave Quan a quick ride home back to his side of Harlem. We hit up the lil niggas to drop off the work so they can place it in the vials and start selling.
I'm not understanding, I thought to myself. How the fuck E get ten keys before me?
