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                  “Dre my nigga we counting on you! Don’t freeze up or panic ain’t no room fo’ fuck ups right now… we in dis shit to win it, it’s now or neva!”
                  “Homeboy!! Wat’s understood ain’t gotta be explained…  Let’s get dis money!”

 
    Chapter 6
    Hours later, Trouble was seated behind the wheel of the stolen Honda Civic with Dre riding shotgun and Maniac in the backseat parked in between a Tahoe and an F-150 so he was certain they wouldn’t notice them once they arrived…
                  Forty-five minutes later Smoke chirped Dre “Get ready to make y’all move, here dey come!” he sounded excited from his adrenaline pumpin' as he made his way towards the back of the complex. Dre and Maniac hurried and got out and walked in the direction of their cri b . “Oh shit, dere dey go!” Dre whispered, once he saw the Altima pull into its normal parking spot in front of their door and both of them got out caring only one duffel bag each making their way towards the front door. The Hispanic guy in the front reached to stick the key in the door, while the other look to the left, seeing Dre and Maniac coming along and didn’t have a worry in the world as he nodded his head at them, “Sup Holmes!?”
                  “Wats up!!?” Maniac quickly replied back but just as the Hispanic guy looked away he felt something in his peripheral and looked to his left again, “What the fuck? You lost amigo?” he said to the Hispanic guy…
                  Once he saw the chrome F&N in his face he knew what time it was. “Hurry up and get inside before I kill y’all muhfuckers!” said Dre keeping the F&N aimed at the back of his head as they made their way inside. Once inside he kept the guy close to him letting him feel the F&N on the back of his head. Maniac tried to grab the other guy and escort him down the hallway, but once he tried to get away he slowed him down with two shots in the back from his glock .40. Dre heard the shots in the hallway and knew then that their time was now limited. “Where is it at migo, don’t make me do you like my boy did ya’ potna!”
                  “No English my friend…No English!!” he quickly replied.
                  “Oh you think it’s a game bitch!?” Dre yelled as he spun him around and stuck the gun in his mouth.
                  “Jackpot!! I found it!” Maniac shouted from the back room. “Come to da’ back room!”
                  He quickly escorted him to the room where Maniac was and pushed him to the floor.
                  “Muhfucka I know yo’ ass speak English, I should bust yo’ ass fo’ lying!”
                  “Man fuck him, tie his ass up so we can go. I know dis at least a hundred thousand I just saw in dis bag, five brick in dis one...fuck you had to shoot em’ fo, now we gotta hurry and get da fuck on.”
                  Outside Trouble noticed a few of his neighbors looking out the window and standing on their front porches including his mother who was on the phone trying to see where the gunshots had come from.
                  “Y’all muhfuckas hurry da’ fuck up!!” he said to himself…before he knew it, out came Dre, and Maniac running towards the car. Once they got in Trouble hit the gas speeding out of Lexington Square nonstop until he made to the red light on the main road. It was yellow and he was going so fast that if he tried to slow down he would draw too much attention to them, so once it turned red he kept going full speed, passing by two crown victoria’s that were headed in the direction they had just come from.
                  They all got a good look at both cars when they pass them, noticing the words Clayton County Police on the side.
                  “Slow dis shit down nigga!!” Maniac yelled