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down. Rome walks over to me, with bout five niggas trailing behind him and shit like he's John Gotti.
    “S'up, dawg?” he asks, reaching out his hand to show me love.
    “Ain't nothing. Chilling,” I respond, grabbing hold of his hand and throwing my chest up against his.
    “You all right? Heard anything? You know I still got you,” Rome says, reminding me of the conversation we had at my brother's funeral. Nigga told me outside Manning Funeral Home that if I had to go to war with the chump that killed my lil bro, he had my back.
    “Nah, Shorty, niggas still ain't talking, but I'm straight,” I say, giving him an easy answer 'cause I ain't wanna look weak to another nigga.
    “All right then, you know where I'm at if you need me,” he says as he and his men walk off.
    But for real, shit ain't been the same. I started getting high after KaQuanza was murdered. I'm still tryna find out who killed him,and when I do, I'ma smoke the nigga like a Newport. Muh-fuckers ain't talking. You know how that shit goes. Niggas be on some ol’ bitch type shit. Even niggas you fuck with, they be knowing shit, but they be too scared to get involved. Man, I miss my lil nigga, me and that nigga was getting paid together and niggas couldn't handle that shit. Young dude and a female? Niggas wasn't having it. So some jealous-type muh-fucker figured they had to put a stop to us. They caught him out one night in the cut and blew his head off. Niggas was saying that whoever blasted him was mad 'cause he won all the nigga's money shooting crap that day and was talking shit.
    I hate thinking about that shit, man, makes me wanna lose it, but I gotta stay strong for Moms. I been holding it down for me and Moms, 'cause she can't get no assistance since I'm too old. I had a nice stash put away, over twenty-five g's but I went through that shit so fast it ain't funny. Then Momma made me promise I wouldn't sell drugs again. I stopped selling, 'cause she was all stressed out and shit and seeing a shrink. That's when I came up with my new hustle, selling this ho bitch behind me that's still walking mutherfucking slow.
    “Bitch, what the fuck is wrong with you? Pick up your goddamn feet.” I turn to see what the fuck Nessa is doing. I am halfway down the mall and that bitch is behind me window-shopping.
    “Daddy, I'm walking as fast as I can. I'm trying to find me a dress for tonight,” she says as she peeps in the window of Victoria's Secret.
    “You gonna spend your own damn money 'cause I ain't buying you shit. The next time a Mexican mutherfucker come up to you, you gon’ remember this here shit,” I say, pointing my finger toward the floor as if the shit last night happened at Cloverleaf Mall.
    I step into Foot Locker and notice Ayanna behind the cash register. As I walk over to her, she starts grinning from ear to ear.
    “Hey, Mommie, what's happening?” I ask, flirting with her.
    “You, that's what's up,” she says with a sexy look. Her coworker,an ugly chick in need of a fresh perm and a facial, gives her a look like,
I know you ain't feeling another bitch
, and walks off. Ayanna puts her head down as if she's embarrassed. I reach behind the counter, lean over, pull her chin up, look her dead in the eye, and say, “Mommie, your coworker bugging. She's the same ugly bitch that tried to give me her number when I saw her undercover ass in Colors, the gay spot downtown. She hating on you, baby girl, that's all.” I let go of her chin and raise back up.
    Ayanna starts laughing while Nessa stands there with her hands on her hips, watching us kick it like she owns me or something. I pay for the Air Jordans and get a Chicago Bulls jersey. I stop by Cavalier's and cop a pair of jean shorts. Nessa buys herself a sexy black minidress from Limited Express. She says she gonna work that mutherfucker to death. Since we're going on new grounds, we both know she has to be on point.
    We get something to eat from the food court and just as we're about to