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    â€œDamn, King, what if we got our own plug with some better prices than y’all got? You still expect us to get down like that?”
    â€œKarlo, you and I both know y’all got some wack-ass work, probably some of that blow-up shit them Cali niggas been bringin’ out here. Just because you get that shit cheap don’t mean we gon’ let y’all move it in the north. We got a reputation of keepin’ the best work and it’s gon’ stay that way. So, either you and Frank get down with us, or y’all can get to steppin’.”
    â€œWe was raised in this hood, King. How you gon’ tell us what we can and can’t do in our own hood? That shit is crazy!” said Frank.
    King smiled and said, “It’s simple really, ’cause this hood, this block, is my block. Everything on the north belongs to me. I don’t give a fuck if you killed niggas for this hood, all of this shit is mines. You tryin’ to test the King, Frank?”
    â€œIt ain’t like that, King. I’m just sayin’ we want to eat good too.”
    â€œThen fuck with the squad and get money, nigga. That’s the only way you’ll get to eat on the north side.”
    â€œGive us a couple of days and we’ll holla at you, Keko,” Karlo said. He turned toward his partner and said, “Come on, Frank, let’s raise up.”
    â€œA’ight, then, King, holla back,” Frank said as he followed Karlo to his car.
    â€œFuck them niggas. They actually been tryin’ to get their grind on down the street. When I found out they been on some short-stoppin’ shit I sent Mack and Juan down there to get them fools for me. Then they had the fuckin’ nerve to tell me that stupid shit about not eatin’ and shit. I got a feelin’ I’ma have to lay them niggas down,” Keko said seriously.
    â€œIf they try you again, do what needs to be done. We can’t be havin’ these niggas gettin’ fresh out the pen thinkin’ they can come and interrupt our groove. What’s that shit Beanie Sigel be sayin’ on that one flick?”
    â€œWhat, you mean ‘get down or lay down’?”
    King started laughing and said, “Yeah, that’s it. Get down or lay the fuck down!” They both laughed as King followed Keko inside of his trap.
    Keko led King into a backroom where there was an assortment of drugs and money spread all over a dining room table. Keko grabbed some of the money off of the table and put it into a small duffel bag and gave it to King. He then yelled, “Hey, yo, Spook! Come here for a minute, nigga!”
    Spook was Keko’s right-hand man as well as head of security for all his traps. Spook’s sole purpose in life was to make sure that Keko and the money they made were kept safe at all times. Spook was a stone-cold killer and no one in their right mind would ever fuck with him or Keko.
    Spook entered the room and smiled when he saw King standing next to his main man. He shook hands with King. “What it do, big homie?”
    â€œIt’s all love, my nigga. I see you’re still in good shape, fool. I thought you’d get all fat and flabby fuckin’ wit’ this nigga, Keko,” said King.
    â€œNah, I got a nice stack of iron out back. I got to keep this diesel look; plus, the hoes love a nigga on swoll.”
    â€œI know that’s right.”
    Keko gave Spook the last few stacks of money that were left on top of the table. “Take care of the crew. Let ’em know that we slammin’ this bitch for the rest of the night.”
    â€œWhat you doin’ that for?” Spook asked as he accepted the money from his man.
    Keko smiled broadly and answered, “We out of work, nigga! We won’t be back on until tomorrow, so you know what that means, huh?”
    â€œYeah, I know what that means. It means I got to watch yo’ tricky ass fuck off some more chips