Knock Knock Whooz There?. Marvin Griffin

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СКАЧАТЬ out. They looked at the possible escape routes. They studied different mechanisms how they could distribute drugs. They came out 63rd street and Justice made a sharp left on the corner of fifteenth Ave. There was a lot of traffic moving around so Justice drove cautiously. He didn't want to run over anyone; especially if they didn't deserve it, so he kept bumping his horn to let every one know to move out the way. He also didn't want any of the generic hustlers who were gunmen and lookout men to take any pop shots at them or think they were narcos. A lot of people were familiar with Justice truck but like I said you still had those generic hustlers that needed to be schooled.

      Once they were on the Ave Justice parked the Bronco in between two large cemented flower beds that were installed down the Ave from 62nd street to 71st street. When the area was built back in the fifties they were used to beautify the neighborhood. Today they were used to stash weapons, drugs or simply used as hang out spots.

      Justice's Bronco set facing the Arab store on the corner where a group of youngsters stood around serving customers, drug dealers coming and going with the ebb and flow. Excuse my French but niggas were everywhere, dubbing the streets, even civil pedestrians parading the Ave's local establishments. In a word, engaging, was how the crew saw things.

      The Pork & Beans Projects sat on the right side of the Ave if you were coming from 62nd street and the left from the other direction. Both sides of the Ave; as it was sectioned off by different blocks, were operated by different people. Specifically, the crew had their mind set on Murph and Duke's territory because that's mostly where all the traffic came from. Not only that but Duke and Burke normally threw block parties there and held big crop games that featured some of the hoods most hallmark names. Bodily, Bob, Convertible Burke just to name a few. The Ave was so popular it even attracted stars, like Mike Tyson. But now it was the Mercenary's turn to write their legacy in some of the gritty ghetto tales told about the Ave.

      The crew set calmly and cautiously as they canvassed the strip, thinking how they were going to put down; while normal everyday people carried on with their life. Dope feigns male and female moved throughout the annals of the strip in search of their preferred drug; other residents visited the stores, and 6 foot 7 foot youngsters gathered around in circles seeming like all at once.

      There was never a dull moment, but what seemed normal at one moment could change faster than a blink of the eye in a war zone. The story just had to play out.

      "There go that nigga Murphy over there across the street." Justice pointed. "And all of them niggas on the sidewalk over there work for Duke." Right then Famous felt ten feet tall and nothing else mattered to him.

      "Hunh -hol' dis for me my nigga Gloe," Fame passed his "Baretta" to Glory.

      "Hey ain't that's dat nigga No-Babe standin' over there in front of the Arab store?" Religion asked and pointed with his eyes.

      Justice blew his horn to get No-Babe's attention. No-Babe recognized Justice's truck right away.

      "My nigga No-Babe look here." Justice hollered out the window to him. No-Babe commenced to walk towards the truck. He fashioned a dirty south bop in his gait.

      As he made his way to Justice's door he down the rest of the contents in his Heineken bottle and discarded the remains on the ground.

      "Mat dats one of the coolest niggas I ever seen." Religion said with a derisive smirk. Justice pressed the button to let the window down as No-Babe approached his window.

      "What's up my nigga?" Justice spoke as No-Babe's eyes darted around the dark-smug faces in the truck. He leaned over the door in sort of a half posture and spread his legs - comfort.

      "What I dooo—o?" No-Babe greeted the crew in his formal southern drawl.

      "What'cha y'all boys 'bout to go to work?" No-Babe couldn't help but notice the form of a AK resting in Equal's lap. Equal kept his eyes on the steady traffic going on both sides of the Ave.

      "Same ole shit different day. A nigga tryna put down 'round here." Burden piped up from the back seat.

      "Put down, 'round here? Ya' know this Duke an' Murph stomp and grind." No-Babe grinned warily as he looked over his shoulders at Murph.

      "You mean was, was dey spot. Ya' know how it go down 'round here." Famous said, and No-Babe turned his attention back towards the truck. He looked at the beady eyes piercing his body. He smelled trouble, big trouble.

      No-Babe tried to probe the crew's intentions with his typically undivided attention but he didn't know exactly what the crew had in mind.

      Beads of sweat formed on No-Babe's forehead and trickled down the sides of his face. Justice turned and look at'em sharply.

      "You seen em 'round - Duke?" Fame asked.

      "Duke in the store-" No-Babe cut his eyes in store's direction. Then he looked behind him again. "An' I think Murph somewhere over there 'cross the street with his boys, why what's up, what'cha niggas up to?"

      "You tryna get put down?" Justice quipped. No-Babe said nothing, just a questioning look.

      "Go tell that nigga Duke we tryna see 'em out here. Tell 'em dis our spot now. No-Babe looked confused but he did what he was told. Instinctively he turned around and commenced to make his way to the store. His gait intact. A car passed by and blew its horn and No-Babe waved his free hand but he never once broke his stride. Eventually he made it to the store's entrance and walked inside the store and delivered the message.

      "Nigga got me fucked up!" Five minutes later a medium height scrawny Duke bolted from the store with a wild exasperated look on his face. He had on the usual hustler's attire, green overalls with one side buckled and the other side hanging and newly weaved dreads. "If I ain't gettin' no money 'round here den ain't nan mutha fucka gone get none!"

      "There go dat nigga right there." Religion announced.

      "My nigga let me out dis shit!" Famous barked fiercely. Justice let the back window to allow Famous his access to the street. As soon as Famous made his way out truck he knelt down to make sure his shoe laces were tied tight. Then he quickly snatched off his wife beater T-shirt to expose his broad shoulders and obtuse chest. Automatically, he his eyes scanned the scenery. Two young hot girls stood around being flirted upon by several boys who seemed to have a vivid age advantage over them. To the right were four or five other dudes engaged in a "silo crap game." Two red and one green dice flipped as and tumbled across the smooth side walk and landed on uneven numbers, "4, 5, 3".

      No sweat to Famous even though his actions caused everybody to look in his direction. To be cautious the dudes shooting the dice stood up as Famous made his way from around the Brunco to where Duke was standing. "I'mma smash dis pussy nigga comin' out here like he cut like that." Famous thought.

      Famous never broke his stride like a soldier leading his platoon to war he walked firmly towards Duke. "Noki, leave this as it is." The rest of the crew was on his heels, the Bronco idling. [boom, boom, boom].

      Duke and Famous squared off in the middle of the street. When Duke's posse seen the fire power of the Mercenarys they were reluctant to get involved.

      "It's gone be a one and one." One of Duke's comrad's holler from the sidewalk.

      "Nigga dis our spot now," Famous taunted Duke. Then he went to work on him. Duke tried to counter Famous unique fighting skills but was unable to keep up. Famous bobbed weave and was able to strike Duke repeatedly. Famous was just too strong and swift for Duke. He fell to the ground several times but Famous kept punching him. Duke could've СКАЧАТЬ