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WELCOME TO THE HOOD MOTHERFUCKER. BANG BANG.
Growing up in this neighbourhood was no walk in the park. Idlewood Projects was my stomping grounds. Everybody around here sported blue and at times yellow with it, I saw many niggas come through these streets and not make it far. I never seemed to gravitate to the pull of the streets until recently, seeing the thing's my friends accomplished made me rethink my stance. The money and how fast it came, the respect, the power I knew I could do it too. Not only could I do it, I could succeed. Me and my crew a niggas raided a drug house in Ganton, which was Grove Street Families turf. We hit the jackpot, got a few bags of coke, weed and a hundred grand in cold hard currency. We had the product now all we needed was a connect.
I pulled the Tahoma into a spot in the lot, put it in park and quickly hopped out of the vehicle. My Glock 17 was tucked into the waistband of my dark blue Levi jeans. It was concealed by the grey Armani hoodie that I had on. I stopped and gazed over at the courts for a minute, this was one the most dangerous areas in the city, Jefferson Fremont Park. A crip gang called this neighbourhood home and ran it through violence, fear and intimidation. I'd seen a lot at this park; murders, robberies and drug deals being the norm. Being a resident and having strong affiliations I was safe walking around these streets. I walked up to the courts like a king.
"Dee wuzz good cuhz?"
Group of niggas were chilling out on the benches watching a local game of Basketball. There were about five men all coloured up in blue with a hint of green sprinkled in, a blunt was in rotation throughout. I walked over and dapped all of the guys up, these were the niggas I grew up with in the neighbourhood most of them were doing what everyone else did, fuck all.
"Wadd'up homies, but look I came down 'ere to talk bidness wit'chall niggas."
I knew these niggas weaknesses and how to manipulate them in ways that would get me what I wanted. I wasn't going to exploit them, nah, these were my niggas. I was going to make them a business opportunity they couldn't refuse; a chance to make serious currency.
"Look, I know y'all movin' weight, some lil shit at that. I made a move on some hood rats from Ganton and got us some serious weight for y'all to move. Erryone will see their fair share of profit."
After discussing through the game plan with them they all nodded like they was buying into something. They began to chatter amongst themselves talking about how much cash they were going to make. I smiled as I watched them talk, I knew how to soften up their sweet spots. After a few minutes of them talking one of the niggas named J-Loc asked me how they were going to get started.
"Come through to my crib later tonight, y'all know my spot is in the housing projects. Be there around six or seven, Imma pass y'all the shit and we can talk about the rest tonight."
I dapped up all the niggas after I finished talking. They all seemed hyped up about what was about to go down and what could come from this. Fuck I was excited too. It ain't always smooth sailing though there is always that one nigga who would fuck up, I had to make sure I was prepared for it. This isn't the time for a fuck up. I looked over at the courts some younger kids were playing five vs five on one of the courts. As I made it back to my car I went through my contacts and dialled Marcus's number.
"Marcus you checked out that thing yet?"
"Yeuh, am 'ere right now errything's cool"
"Aight Imma be up there in half an hour to check it out don't go nowhere."
"So wuzz good cuhz?"
"We got the house name ain't on it officially but we jus' gotta toss the old bitch a few hundred a month for rent."
Marcus explained to me as he fixed his pants that we were going to use this as a trap house; production, storage and distribution of our product. Marcus walked me through the house detailing which rooms we'd use for what, once the tour was over I told him I talked to the niggas at the park and how they were down to push product for us. Marcus dapped me up smiling. We walked out of the house locking it up afterwards, we both jumped into my Tahoma and headed over to Seven Eleven for smokes, food and drink for later tonight.
We pulled up at my crib around six fifteen, perfect timing as my cellphone started ringing. We walked up to my house and sat our things down on the coffee table in the living room. I sat down on the couch and whipped my phone out, checking the screen I saw I had a missed call from Banks. Banks was one of the niggas I was talking to earlier at Jefferson Fremont Park. I dialled his number back and waited for him to pick up.
"Wuzz good Dee you up at your crib yet?"
"Ye y'all finna slide through?"
"Chea nigga we comin' round to the projects now"
"Aight, door open come on in"