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deal like we always do? You know
     I’ma swallow.”
    “Cain’t do it dis round, Nisha. Cain’t take no shorts tonight,” Tink said, squinting from the burning kerosene heater in the
     far corner. He knew Trina would be pissed when she smelled kerosene in his gear. Only two grams to sell and he could go the
     fuck home.
    “Just this last time, Tink. I swear ’fore God I’ma come correct next time.” She had the nerve to drop to her knees with her
     hands clasped together.
    “Ain’t no next time,” Tink replied. “And get the fuck up.”
    “Please,” she pleaded, remaining on her knees.
    “No!”
    “Please.”
    “No!”
    “Please.”
    “Hell no, Nisha!” Tink said, standing up to peek outof her front window. “I just gave you some shake a few minutes ago. Whatcha do? Eat tha shit like candy or something?” he
     said, about to laugh.
    “Ha, ha, very funny!” Tanisha replied, sticking up her slender middle finger behind his back. She came to her feet, mumbling
     under her funky breath. Tink turned from the window to see Tanisha flopping down onto her flower-printed sofa. She rolled
     her eyes at Tink as he smiled at her.
    “What time your friend across the skreet get off?”
    Tanisha pursed her lips, shrugging her shoulders.
    “You need to stop trippin’,” Tink stated as he pulled out a Snickers candy bar from his huge front right pocket. Catching
     the pissed-off Tanisha off guard, he tossed her a nice-sized ten piece of hard. “Think fast!”
    He may have thought he had caught her off guard but was proven wrong as she caught the crack in midair. Her face was instantly
     changed to “gonna get high soon” as she examined the crack.
    “Thanks, Tink!” She rose to her feet. “You want me to suck your dick now or can I hit this first?” The way she asked with
     no touch of shame you would have figured it was an everyday thang for her… and sadly… it was.
    “Nah, I’m good.” He waved her off. “But don’t ask fo’ shit else!” Again she gave him the finger, then turned to head for her
     bedroom. She knew that he didn’t like for her to get high where he could smell it.
    “I got dem thangs!” Bizzy boasted as he hit the block. He walked up on the group of hustlers drinking Colt45s, sitting on the hood of the dark green ’84 Chevy Caprice Classic. Bizzy gave up some dap to everyone as he kept an eye
     out for Lil’ Rick. Bizzy sold two grams for a hundred dollars, then asked how the block was tonight. It was colder than a
     muhfucker, but the money was coming nonstop. That also meant the jack boys were roaming, so Bizzy made sure to keep his hands
     in his pockets. Not only to keep them warm, but to keep that hammer in his grip.
    When it neared ten minutes to eight, Bizzy felt the urge to seek some warmth and maybe some head. Tanisha popped into his
     mind. For a phat twenty piece he could get some pussy.
    “Yo, I’ll holla at y’all niggas later.” And with his exit, he headed down the block in his tan Timbs toward Tanisha’s crib.
     Minutes later he was rounding the corner and about to cross the street to Tanisha’s crib when he saw a figure coming down
     her steps. Bizzy froze, then backed up. It was Lil’ Rick. Bizzy had mistaken Tink’s blue hoodie for black and since Tink shared
     Lil’ Rick’s frame… Bizzy was fooled. Bizzy knew that Lil’ Rick was known to pay Tanisha a creep visit every now and then.
     Bizzy reached fast as he pulled out his cell phone to call Mance.
    “Yeah?” Mance answered on the third ring.
    “I see your man.”
    “Who? Lil’ Rick!”
    “Yeah. He walkin’ up the street right now.”
    “He seen you?”
    “Nah.”
    “Can you follow him without being seen?”
    “Hold up, dawg. That ain’t part of the deal.”
    “It is if I add another grand.”
    “Bullshit.”
    “Ain’t no time for games, Bizzy. Will you do this or not?” Bizzy shifted his stance as he watched an easy two grand walking
     in the opposite direction. As the