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he yelled snatching Maniac off him.
    Dre didn’t like the outcome, “I’m fitting to put my hands on you now, bitch ass nigga! Let's get it nigga, Round two!” he yelled fired up ready to go again.
    “Gone sit yo’ ass down fo’ I beat ya’ ass again nigga!” Dre shouted.
    “Man y’all let dat shit go we got too much going on right now fo’ y’all niggaz to be fighting…Shit we still don’t even know what’s up wit Trouble.” Smoke mentioned as he grabbed a pack of Newport’s out of his pocket and fired one up.
    “So…it’s ova Maniac?” Smoke inquired standing between the two.
    “Yeah I’m good cuzzo!”
    “What bout you Dre, it’s ova wit?”
    He nodded his head with a disgusting look of animosity in his eyes…A hour later when all of the tension cooled down amongst them the three of them sat in the living room speechless smoking one blunt after another, and thinking about all the drama that took place.
    “Yo Dre, what’s on ya’ mind dawg? You been sittin’ there wit ya’ head down fo’ da past hour you good dawg?” Smoke asked.
    “Yeah I’m good homie. I was sittin’ here thinking ‘bout Trouble…my nigga he woulda neva got jammed up if I ain’t trade places wit em’, I mean, we still ain’t get shit but the whole outcome mighta been different.” Dre sobbed.
    “You musta read my mind Dre, I swear I was just sitting here thinkin' the same thang…I just hate we had to leave em’ there by himself, shit if da’ folks weren’t so close up on us I woulda carried his ass!” Maniac stressed as he slammed his hand on the living room table shouting, “Damn!!! How da’ fuck he get knocked unconscious anyway?”
    Dre’s guilty conscience about the whole thing made him shake his head with a shameful look, the minute Maniac asked what happen to Trouble and Smoke responded.
    “Mannnn, da shit happened so fast, but all I remember was when da’ car stopped. I know he had to hit his head hard on dat windshield cause I seen a big crack in dat muhfucka befo’ I jumped out and got da’ fuck on.”
    “Damn I hope he a’ight.” Dre continued stressing, “Cause ain’t no tellin’ how his mom gone react when she finds out.”
    Moments later maniac got up, walked towards his living room window, took a peek through the blinds, looked around for a moment and started getting an ill feeling as he looked towards the Hispanics they robbed.
    “Check dis shit out y’all.” He told Dre and smoke. They took a look for themselves, and could tell by the way the Hispanics they hit up was eyeing every black person they seen with a good number of friends trying to find the ones who had the audacity to try them the way they did as they loaded their furniture on a U-Haul truck to move. After looking they took a seat on the sofa.
    “So what are we gone dawg?” Smoke asked nervously.
    “Fuck dem muhfuckas cuzzo! Dis our hood, dey know dat shit. Dat's why dey doin' da’ best thang dey can, packin dey shit and getting da fuck on!” Maniac said with anger.
      “I feel ya my nigga fuck em’…I’m just worried ‘bout my nigga Trouble.”  Dre said still concerned about Trouble as he turned on the TV; “I gotta catch da’ news at six to see if dey say anything ‘bout dat shit.”
    At six o’clock Maniac turned the TV to Channel Two Action News and they paid close attention as the reporter said
    “A high-speed chase took place today in Clayton County which involved four black males. Authorites say they received an anonymous call alerting them of several shots being fired and a possible robbery taking place inside Lexington Square Townhouses…The person who made the anonymous phone call told authorities the guys involved fled the scene in this stolen Honda Civic.” Maniac, Smoke and Dre were in awe, when they showed the condition of the car they fled the scene from. “Authorities say they were en route to Lexington Square, when they saw a Honda Civic with four black males inside, that fit