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boy, sat on his porch with a glowering look on his face.
    â€œWhat’s up with you?” Day’onne asked, giving him a hand dap.
    â€œNothing; where’s the weed at?”
    â€œI don’t know; I’m broke,” Day’onne replied as he patted his hands against his shorts. “Do you have some money?”
    Digging his hands into his pockets, Menace shook his head before he snapped his fingers. “Nope, but you already know what time it is, don’t you?”
    Nodding, Day’onne glanced across the street before he turnedto Menace. “Yeah, there go little Rich and Guns over there now. Let’s go get them.”
    Standing to his feet, Menace followed after him, crossing the street and making their way toward Rich and Guns, two of many of Northview’s drug dealers.
    Rich and Guns, who were too busy serving a drug addict, didn’t noticed Day’onne and Menace approaching them as they grabbed them from behind, wrapping their arms around their necks.
    â€œGive it up,” Day’onne said as he tightened the already stronghold he hand on Guns.
    In a panic, Rich and Guns reached into their pockets and pulled out wads of cash and held them up to Day’onne and Menace as they gasped for air.
    Grabbing the money out of their hands, Day’onne stuffed it into his pocket. He gripped Guns’ neck even tighter and smiled as he watched a weak Guns squirm in his arms like a fish out of water. Clawing at Day’onne’s arms, Guns’ esophagus started to close in as he took slow, deep breaths and his vision became blurry.
    Menace did the same to Rich as they watched both of them lose consciousness. They unwrapped their arms from around their necks, watched as they collapsed to the ground, and then walked away.
    Crossing the street again, they walked into Menace’s apartment and closed the door behind them. They took a seat and Day’onne pulled the money out of his pocket. Just as Day’onne proceeded to count, the stench emitting from Menace’s living room and kitchen briefly broke his concentration.
    Menace’s living room was nearly empty and dirty, consisting of a couch and wooden table, and needed a good mopping. His kitchen only had a few pieces of silverware, a table, and a refrigerator that had rotten food spoiling in it.
    Placing his hand over his nose, Day’onne said, “Damn, man. When you gonna get this place cleaned?”
    â€œI don’t know and honestly, I don’t care. I’m trying to save up enough money, so I can get out of here,” Menace replied.
    Nodding, Day’onne turned his attention back to his money as he started to count it. When he was done, he stared at Menace. “Four hundred dollars? I’m tired of this, man. This is chump change. When are we gonna get some real money?”
    â€œWe can if we stop robbing for money and actually start making it.”
    â€œHow, though?”
    â€œDealing. Stick-ups ain’t gonna get us far. We need to start serving these fiends.”
    â€œBut with four hundred dollars? That wouldn’t even get us a brick of cocaine, yo. I don’t know, man,” Day’onne said, throwing his hands up in surrender.
    â€œWhat we need to do is stop robbing these nickel-and-dime hustlers and start getting the ones with the real dough.”
    Rubbing the peach fuzz on his chin, Day’onne smiled and nodded his head. “You right. What about that dude, Crazy-Kay?”
    Menace threw his head back in laughter before he stared at Deion. “Are you serious? He ain’t making no money!”
    â€œWell, you try, then!”
    Menace balled his up his hand and tapped it against the other one before he snapped his finger a moment later, and said, “What about that dude, Jewels? How could we forget about him?”
    A devious grin spread across Day’onne’s face. “Yeah, Menace! I have a plan!”

CHAPTER FOUR
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