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turned his TV to SportsCenter. As soon as he got ready to relax he heard his cell phone ringing.
    â€œI know that nigga Fresh had something to do with this shit,” Bamboo stated as he paced his living room back and forth.
    â€œSo how do you want to handle this, boss?” King asked, ready to put in some work.
    â€œI’m not sure yet, first I have to see if it was him or not. Pass me my phone real quick,” Bamboo said as he dialed Fresh’s number.
    â€œWhat’s good? This Bamboo,” he said in a calm manner.
    â€œI know who this is,” Fresh responded with ice in his tone.
    â€œYo, somebody murdered one of my mu’fuckin’ workers and took my stash last night. I was wondering if you heard anything about that since I know you keep your ear to the streets?” Bamboo asked.
    â€œNah, B. I ain’t heard shit,” Fresh replied shortly.
    â€œI don’t know who could have done this, ain’t nobody stupid enough to fuck with my shit, it must have been somebody who is not from around here,” Bamboo said, trying to feel Fresh out.
    â€œYeah, probably,” Fresh said as he yawned into the receiver.
    â€œIf you hear anything about this you make sure you let me know as soon as possible,” Bamboo said in a threatening manner.
    â€œI got you,” Fresh said, hanging up in Bamboo’s ear.
    Bamboo looked at the receiver and his nostrils flared from the disrespect he had just been dealt. Sometimes it wasn’t what a nigga did say, but what he didn’t that determined his guilt and Bamboo was no fool.
    â€œYeah, it was Fresh and his peoples, I can tell by the way that clown was talking on the phone, mad nonchalant,” Bamboo said, pouring himself a drink.
    â€œIt’s time to put this fuckin’ new jack in his place, yo call up my hit squad, I’m going to make an example out of that nigga that the streets won’t soon forget.”
    Without hesitation King did as he was told.
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    â€œNigga, it ain’t no money like dope money,” Pooh Bear said, counting his money outside on the bench, putting on a show for whoever was willing to watch.
    â€œYo, put that fuckin’ money away, you don’t know if we being watched or not,” Pop said seriously.
    â€œNigga, pull your skirt down and have a little fun, I ain’t doing nothing but enjoying life, you dig? You know tomorrow ain’t promised,” he reminded Pop.
    Before Pop could respond he saw Lucky coming his way, drinking vitamin water.
    â€œNigga, why the fuck are you drinking a vitamin water?” Pop asked with a confused look on his face.
    â€œBecause it’s good for my health,” Lucky responded, flashing his rotten-toothed smile.
    â€œNigga, what the fuck is a vitamin water going to do for your health while you smoking crack, stupid?” Pop said as he bursted out laughing.
    â€œBrother, I need all the vitamins I can get,” Lucky chuckled as he walked off to go get his early-morning wake-up.
    â€œYo, that fool is crazy,” Pop said as he noticed two uniform cops coming in his direction. “Yo, hold that down five-o coming.”
    Pooh quickly tossed his pocketknife and the little bit of weed in the grass before the officers walked up.
    â€œDo you guys live in this building?” the white officer asked sourly.
    â€œYeah, why?” Pooh shot back. “What’s the problem?”
    â€œWe got a complaint that two young guys were making a lot of noise in front of this building,” the officer said, nervously placing his hand on his gun.
    â€œYo, the only reason why you fuckin’ with us ’cause we black,” Pop said disrespectfully, waving off the two cops. “Fuck outta here.”
    â€œOh, we got a tough guy in the house, get up against the fuckin wall, tough guy,” the officer said, violently shoving the two suspects against the wall.
    As the officers began to search the two men they