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might jump off, nah mean?”
    â€œYeah, I hear you,” Pop answered, staring blankly out the window and suddenly feeling like the baseball bat in his hand wasn’t enough.
    When Pooh Bear pulled up on the block, two young kids had the block popping. The two youngsters hustled out in the open like what they were doing wasn’t a crime.
    â€œYo, I’m going to keep these mu’fuckas still while you bat them clowns down,” Pooh said as he pulled up directly in front of the kids.
    â€œDon’t y’all even think about moving”, Pooh growled, aiming his .380 at the two kids.
    â€œYo, what’s this all about?” one of the kids asked in a light whisper.
    â€œShut the fuck up,” Pop spat as he swung the bat at the young kid’s legs, dropping him instantly.
    Once the kid hit the ground, Pop batted him down until he finally passed out. When he finished with the kid Pop quickly moved on to the next kid as a big crowd started to form.
    â€œChill, son, chill,” the kid begged, but it did him no good. Pop swung the bat like he was Barry Bonds.
    â€œA’ight, that’s enough” Pooh said as he kneeled down and grabbed the kid by his shirt.
    â€œThis block belongs to Fresh, you understand?”
    â€œYes,” the kid whispered through a pair of bloody lips and a bloody nose.
    â€œIf we have to come back again somebody is going to get killed,” Pooh said in a icy tone as he punched the kid in the face one last time for good measure.
    â€œYou see, that wasn’t so bad,” Pooh chuckled as the two men hopped back in the truck and headed back to the projects.
    â€œBefore we go back to the hood, take me to Jimmy Jazz so I can pick up a few pieces,” Pop said, pointing at his clothes.
    â€œYeah, you definitely need to do that. I wasn’t going to say nothing but you look like a fuckin’ bum,” Pooh joked as he headed to 125 th Street.
    When Pop finally made it back to the projects, he headed straight upstairs so he could change his clothes.
    â€œYo, nobody better touch my shit, and I ain’t playing,” Pop warned, looking at his brothers and sister. He’d worked too hard for one of them trying to sneak and wear his shit.
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    Ten minutes later, Pop stepped out the building looking like a new man. He let his Red Monkey jeans sag on his Tims. Up top he wore a white T, with a Yankees fitted hat that covered his eyebrows.
    When Pop stepped back outside, he noticed that he was walking different; his whole swagger had changed. He didn’t know it, but having a pocketful of money boosted his ego.
    â€œOkay, I see you looking like new money,” Pooh said playfully.
    â€œCome on, you know I had to step my game up, shit you was making me look bad, my nigga!” Pop said, giving Pooh a pound.
    â€œI can dig it, but yo, we just have to look after these workers, make sure everything goes smoothly, look out for stickup kids, niggas trying to steal, and shit like that.”
    â€œThis job is mad easy,” Pop said.
    â€œNah, you just had an easy first day,” Pooh assured him.
    As the two men sat talking they noticed a dirty crackhead walk up.
    â€œWhat up, Pooh? You think you can look out for me today?” the dirty bum asked.
    â€œLucky, I just hooked you up two days ago,” Pooh reminded him.
    â€œAs much money as I bring in, I know you can toss me something,” Lucky said, trying to give Pooh a pound.
    Pooh looked at the dirty man’s hand like it was infected with HIV “Nigga, didn’t I just hook you up the other day? Damn, nigga, if you can’t support your habit then you should get a new one or just quit,” he told the crackhead.
    â€œCome on, Pooh,” Lucky begged. “You know my money is always straight, plus, my white friend is coming through later on with a pocketful of money, and you know I’m going to bring him here to spend with your peoples.” As