“Yeah, it is. I gotta go back soon tho, gotta hit another lick. The money too nice to pass it up.”
All them niggas’ eyes lit up.
“Shit, can you put a nigga on? Is it real work?” Joe asked.
“Yeah, it’s real work,” I said, passing the blunt to Kev. “But shit might get grimy, might have to let some shots go.”
Them niggas looked at each other, and their eyes lit up like they heard some good news.
“If they with the shit, we with the shits too. It’s no other way to be, you feel me?” Frog added.
I nodded, taking in all that them niggas was sayin’, and it sounded like I found the team that I needed.
“So, listen?—”
“Gio,” I heard coming from behind me.
I turned, and Kronic was standing there.
“Hold on, I’ma tell y’all what it is in a minute.”
They nodded and continued smoking while I walked down the steps to the sidewalk to see what Kronic wanted.
“What’s the word, nigga?” I asked.
He shook his head at me. “What the fuck are you doin’?”
“What? I am putting together a lil’ team,” I responded.
“A team for what, Gio?”
“To hit the streets with me, so I can sit back and make money and not do everything.”
Kronic stared at me for a second.
“Gio, don’t fuckin’ lie to me, nigga. I know when you are up to some bullshit, and that sounds like some bullshit. Are you still chasing Islah?”
“It’s not a chase anymore. Her and her man got me fucked up, now it’s time to turn the tables.”
“Man, don’t drag them niggas down there with in the middle of your bullshit. That’s the main reason me and Bully told our main niggas to not fuck with you right now.”
I laughed. “Listen, I don’t know who the fuck you and Bully is, but y’all damn sure don’t run me, and if these niggas want to make some money, I’ma put them on to making some money.”
Kronic stepped closer to me. “That nigga sent you back here fucked up. If you go back there, what the fuck do you think he gonna do to you and them niggas?”
“Nothing,” I shot back. “‘Cause this time I’ma be ready, and I won’t be alone.”
Bully stared at me for a second, and I walked back to the porch.
“So, like I was sayin’, I got some…fish to fry in the A, and if y’all niggas are with it, it can be a good come up for y’all.”
Carlos looked at his niggas, they gave slight nods, then he looked back at me.
“As long as we get to let some shots off, we are with it.”
We locked in. I got a chair, and I told them my rough draft of a plan. Letting them know once we get that nigga out of the way, his stores were our meal tickets.
I then went back to my car and brought some work from Kronic’s bitch ass, then took it over to them niggas.
