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The Get Back | 13

           

| Harlem, NYC |

Ever since I got this work from Ricardo, the work has been moving like clockwork. Our favorite time was the first of the month. Everyone got their welfare checks and was ready to come see the niggas that was supplying them for their fix.

As for me and my niggas, we were getting money and I know everyone knew it too. the streets talk but no one was stupid enough to try no slick shit with me. I may be walking alone but trust me, I stay with a pretty bitch on my hip ready to fire on any nigga that wanted to jump fly.

Anyway, I was leaning on the pay phone wearing a Pelle Pelle Jacket, Dark Guess Jeans and a pair of Timberlands watching the busy streets of Harlem. Everything was moving smooth as we continued to set up sales. I had everything mapped out perfectly.

I had my lil niggas out there moving the work through the jects. Krack was the look out as well, making sure no funny shit was happening, while my nigga Bizz was giving niggas the word on the work we moving while the big homie Wally was securing the sale for these base heads.

Tony and Quan? They were at the spot, bagging up the work and making sure we had enough supply to continue making them dollars. All I could do was think about the way I'm about to cash out in this fucking business. I couldn't thank my baby girl Monae' enough. Putting me on with Ricardo was the best thing that could have ever happen to me.

I licked my lips as I gave some shorty a head nod as she walked past me, walking into the corner store. My eyes diverted around as I locked eyes with Krack from across the street. He gave me a slight head nod to let me everything was running smooth. I nodded back as I started to walk to the other block to see if shit was moving over there.

Looking down at my feet, I accidently bumped into this guy. He had curly brown hair on top of his hair, about 3 inches taller than me and he was kind of medium built. I side eyed viewed this nigga as he looked back at me.

"Yo, you got it?" he asked me with his scratchy voice.

"I don't know what you talking bout son." I replied coolly.

"Yo name Cas, right?"

"Who asking?"

I stared at dude for a brief moment. Like I said, the streets talking but I don't know this nigga from nowhere nor have a I seen him around before. And in Harlem, everyone seen someone once or twice. This nigga, he was a newbie or he was the feds. Either way, I aint that greedy of a nigga. I aint tryna get lined up for some money. You gotta hustle different and play smart if you wanna see the dough rolling in.

"I heard from my mans that you got that work man. Put me on."

"Nah homie. I don't know what you talking bout, don't know who ya mans is so you can get the fuck outta here son.", I said as I shrugged my shoulders and kept walking.

I could hear him mutter something as I walked away from him, causing me to smirk to myself. At this point, I was feeling good and was ready for whatever the world was about to throw at me.

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Third Person POV

"Yo you see this nigga?" Rock said as he spat on the ground.

"Yeah I see that short nigga. he thinks he fucking untouchable or some shit. I hate that nigga."

The two guys sat across the street in a black Honda Accord watching Eric walk off into the projects. The guys were a part of the Lenox Ave crew and they didn't like no nigga from Morningside Heights. The fact that Eric and his crew was buzzing through Harlem was making the Lenox Ave cats feel inferior as if Eric and his crew will stop the money flowing in on their side of town.

None of them Lenox Niggas was having it.

"You peeped how he gave that skinny nigga a head nod. I know they pushing that white."

"Oh, you know that shit already son." The guy named Savage said, rolling up a blunt.

"So, what we gonna do? I wanna rob this nigga right now. He's right there right now."

"Nah man. We gotta be smart about this shit. I know he hang with that flashy nigga Tony. If anyone got money or work on them, its his flashy ass. We gotta be smart my nigga. but that nigga right there, he doesn't even know what's bout to happen."

"I just wanna bust a cap in his ass. Niggas aint forget what happened at the Tunnel. He thought he was some ill nigga. I got some caps for that cat man."

The guys kept their eyes on Eric as he stopped to talk to some female that was smiling all in his face. They sat in silence as they clocked the movements of Eric and C.O.C. Every drug dealer has an eye for "operations" that goes on in the hood. In this case, they were focused on Eric's. His name is ringing bells all over Harlem and even out in the Bronx.

At this point, Eric was a threat to everyone who was moving work and getting money. If any niggas wanted rob him, it was their lost because they already put their bid in on Eric's head. They hated him because he was fly but they would never admit that. The hate they had for him was enough to kill.

And that's what they wanted. To rob a kill Eric.

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Later that day...

Quan and Tony sat in the trap house, wrapping up the work and placing them in vials. They had all the coke on the grey coffee table with a pack of backwoods and a bag of weed sitting there as they were going to light a L when they were finished with the work.

"Yo son, if this shit works out", Quan said out loud as he grabbed the 7stacks of Kilos, waiting to be cut up.

"I'ma get that 550 Benz with the VVS gold on it nigga.", Tony chimed with a bright smile, placing the vials off to the side. "Life is good nigga. I feel it coming we bout to come up."

Quan shook his head, "Look at you, ready to blow ya money on ignorant shit. You not gonna put some up for Cali's college tuition?"

"Already got that covered. Cali college been taken care of nigga before E decided to come with this bullshit ass 100,000 grand he talking. You asked me what I'm do and I'ma cop that whip. Nigga what you gonna do?", Tony replied, looking at Quan.

Quan looked off into space as a smile crept upon his face.

"I'm going to Africa. Back to the mother land."

Tony screwed his face up. "AFRICA? Niggas is starving. Fuck you wanna be round them for?", Tony questioned as he leaned back in his chair, waiting for Quan's answer.

"Africa nigga is where everything all started. That is a rich ass continent. I wanna appreciate the motherland and everything she offered. Its only right. Get me a bad ass bitch, have me a kid and travel through Africa. Better than sitting in fuckin Harlem all fucking day." Quan said as he licked his lips.

"Ight Nigga." Tony Chuckled. "You go over there and get bit up by them fucking mosquitos while I'm over here in my new Benz sipping my Cristal and getting my dick sucked, while you living in a shed. But its cool tho son. You gonna have 100,000 grand though.

"I aint fucking with you son.", Quan couldn't help but laugh at Tony crazy ass.

The two continued to talk and bag up the work as quick as possible so they can keep the money rolling in. They were anxious, hungry and ready to grind to live like the young Kings that they were. Money was their bitch and they didn't want just one bitch, they wanted all the bitches.

With Eric being the brain of this shit, Quan and Tony as his main niggas making sure the little Niggas COC was running shit right, there was no way that they couldn't get their hands on that $100,000 grand plus more.

Its money out there, and these niggas was ready to find it. They envisioned money, cars, clothes, Jewels, bitches and more. And they were gonna do anything to get it.

Hustle by any means.