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Lawanda had just told him and said, “After I make a few stops I’m goin’ over to Lawanda’s to chill with my shorties.”
    â€œWhatever.”
    â€œWhat’s that supposed to mean?”
    Before Tippi could respond Flex said, “Excuse me, y’all, but y’all gon’ have to hold up for a sec, ’cause I’m not trying to hear y’all’s lover’s spat.”
    In unison they both yelled, “Fuck you, Flex!”
    They both started laughing as they watched Flex cross the street and start talking to one of the many workers on the block.
    â€œWhy you be trippin’ out every time I have to go spend some time with my kids?” King asked.
    â€œIt ain’t the kids, and you know damn well why I be trippin’, King. Nigga, it ain’t no fuckin’ secret, I love yo’ ass! Shit, I get tired of watching you go over that tramp’s house and give her what belongs to me, for real.”
    â€œOh, so this dick belongs to you, huh?” he asked with a smile.
    Tippi stared directly into his brown eyes and said, “You damn skippy. If you wasn’t on so much fuckin’ bullshit you would have been done got with me.”
    â€œLook, we’ve been through this shit before. You know how I feel about us mixin’ and shit. I know the love is real with you, just like I know the love is real on my side. If I give in to my emotions shit will get fucked up business-wise. And that’s something that I can’t let happen. We got chips to make and until we reach our goal we gon’ keep this shit purely on a business level. So back your sexy ass off and cool the fuck off.”
    Tippi smiled and said, “Damn, I love it when you on some big man time. That shit gets me wet as fuck. I feel ya, though. Just do me one favor later, okay?”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œWhen you’re over Lawanda’s fuckin’ the hell out of her dried-up coochie, just as you start nuttin’, think about me.”
    â€œYo’ ass is crazy!”
    â€œYeah, nigga, crazy about your fine ass,” Tippi said as she turned and went and joined Flex across the street with the others. Tippi watched as King went and got inside of his car and left the block. His solid six two frame was definitely diesel. He had muscles everywhere. With the combination of his smooth, dark brown skin and his near-perfect physique, King was all of the man Tippi ever wanted in her life. Twenty-six years old and soon to be one of the richest street niggas in Oklahoma City. And to top it off, that nigga is super fineee! Tippi thought as she watched the man who possessed her heart leave the block.
    After stopping at a few other trap houses on the north and northwest side, King decided to check on Keko before he went over to his baby mama’s house. When he pulled in front of Keko’s main trap he noticed that Keko was having some words with a couple of guys, and from Keko’s body language, King could tell that someone was about to get hurt. Keko was a relatively small nigga, but he was a damn fool when he was upset. As King got out of his car he heard Keko tell one of the guys he was talking to, “Nigga, if you don’t get the fuck outta here I’ma have to do you somethin’ for real!”
    â€œCome on wit’ that shit, Keko. All we tryin’ to do is eat around this mothafucka too,” replied the guy Keko was yelling at.
    â€œEat? Eat? Nigga, you can’t eat on this side of town unless you down with the squad! You already know what time it is, clown! So back the fuck off my block. If I see you again then we won’t be havin’ any words, real talk!”
    Before either of the two guys could respond, King intervened and said, “Check it, if you niggas want to eat around here all you have to do is get your work from Keko. As long as you move our work, we ain’t got a problem with y’all gettin’ some of this