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all that shit!”
The other one patted down all the workers as his
partner waived his pistol back and forth between the
workers.
“Matter fact everybody lay it down... lay it the fuck
down. If you look up, I’m gone push ya top back.”
The other one continued to go through all the workers
pockets.
“Y'all gone stay the fuck up off Wilson Ave.... y'all
feeling me... or we running down on y'all every day
and every night.”
Xavier, Dave, and Wiz were all laid down on the
sidewalk with the rest of the workers as the two
hooded niggas turned around to make their' escape.
Me and Rich were sitting on the stoop a few houses
from the corner. We ran down Decatur Street as fast
as we could and caught the hooded pair in the middle
of the Street. We pulled our pistols in unison and
emptied our clip into their backs as they tried to flee.
They were laid out in blood, face down on the yellow
line on Wilson Ave. Their pockets was full of crack
and money from the workers and the stash we had
out there. We decided to let them keep it. Too bad
they didn’t live to spend it!
Everyone ran separate ways. Me, Rich, and Wiz went
to my house on Irving to get ready for part two. We
waited until three in the morning for the cops to clear
off Wilson Ave. Crime scene was still out there. All
the workers were off the streets. Wiz left solo to steal
Fats' candy apple red '64 Impala. If anybody could
pull it off it would be Wiz. He was the best car thief in
the hood, plus it was a old school without alarms or
GPS chips. Wiz was back in less than ten minutes. Me
and Rich hopped in the Impala and headed to Pitkin
Ave in Brownsville. We were all masked up. The was
two workers out sitting on the stoop. We let off shots
in their direction, but we only aimed at legs. I hit one
of them in the calf. We were careful not to kill the
messengers. Next stop was Tompkins Projects in BedStuy. We showered the corner with bullets, but those
little niggas was ready. They shot back at us. Nobody
got hit though, and we were gone as fast as we came.
Wiz parked the Impala in the same exact spot he
found it in. We ran up to the Wilson Ave and took the
L train to Union Square. We stayed at the Union
Square Inn on 14th Street and 3rd Avenue.
In the morning Rich got up, took the guns and left.
Me and Wiz fell back…

Rich
    I thought about Iyani while I was riding on the Long
Island Railroad. After I handled my business on the
bike trail, I called Iyani's cell phone.
“... Hello.”
“... what's up, you busy?” I asked her in a nonchalant
tone.
“... Naw what's up?” She responded.
“... Nothing I’m in your neighborhood.”
“... Stop playing, where?”
“... At the train stop.”
“... Aight, stay right there, I’m only around the corner.”
Iyani sounded enthusiastic to hear from me. A few
minutes later she showed it with a huge ear to ear
smile. I was just as mesmerized by the silver 760Li as
I was by Iyani.
I had a deep affection for cars. Even though I had the
money, I didn’t actually own a car. Without a license
it didn’t make sense to buy one only to get pulled
over and get towed. Fuck it, I figured I'd get it soon
enough.
Iyani lived less than five minutes from the train stop
in a dark red brick mini mansion. All of the lawns on
the block were perfectly manicured and as green as
any lawn could get. There was another car in the
driveway, a brand new Mercedes Benz S550. I looked
at Iyani.
“Who you live here with?”
“Nobody.” She responded.
“So whose car is that?” I asked.
“My dad's.”
“Is he here?”
“Naw, he locked up.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
“It's cool.”
“So this your dad house?”
“Yeah, one of 'em.”
We got out of the car, and Iyani gave me a tour of the
six bedroom mini mansion, complete with a pool in
the backyard, and a home theater. Marble floors,
plush white carpet.... Iyani was living nice. Damn, her
dad must have been caked up. I began to wonder
what her dad did for a living, but I