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Even though we still sorta worked for André, who was one of the biggest drug dealers around those days, Black absolutely forbid any of us to have any direct involvement with drugs. Black made his money highjacking trucks, robbing warehouses and payrolls. We all made crazy money, but me and Freeze wanted to, needed to, make some money on our own.

"So what we gonna do, Nick? We can’t roll, so how we gonna get paid?" Freeze asked.

We kicked around a bunch of stuff, but everything we thought of, either wasn’t worth the risk or wasn’t enough paper to make it worth the effort. It all came back around to the fact that fast, easy money was spelled D-R-U-G-S. Then it came to me. "Look, who’s making the money?"

"Dope boyz," Freeze replied.

"Right, so why can’t we get that money?"

"’Cause Black will kill us if we started rollin’, that’s why. And don’t you say that he’ll never find out. That mutha fucka is psychic about that shit. You ain’t forget what we did to Banks when Black found out he was dealin’?

"No, I ain’t forgot. But who said anything about us dealin’?"

"You did."

"No, I didn’t. I said why can’t we get that money. There’s a difference. You interested?"

"I’m listening."

"Dope boyz rollin’ around everyday with stupid cash on them. I’m talkin’ about rollin’ up on them, and robbin’ them niggas while they laid back."

"You talkin’ about rollin’ up on a bunch of heavily armed mutha fuckas while they do business? That ain’t no plan, that’s suicide."

"You ain’t scared are you, Freeze?"

"Hell no!"

"I didn’t think so. But I ain’t talkin’ about hittin’ them while they doin’ business, that would be suicide. I’m talkin’ about catchin’ them comin’ out their cars. They get out the car. Bam, we hit them quick and bam we out."

"That could work. I mean we know who they are. I don’t like most of them niggas anyway. And as long as we don’t take their dope, Black won’t have shit to say."

So it was set.

Me and Freeze became stick up kids. We’d hit two or three a night some times. And the money was good, three, four, five grand a pop for a minutes work. Most times we never had to fire a shot. But after awhile, word got around and things started to dry up. The money was less and the security was more. But we were addicted to that cash. So the plan changed. We started robbin’ them while they were selling quantity. Things were going good; it was easier than we thought. Except this one time. We over heard a guy, used to call himself Forty-eight, who had a real high, squeaky kinda voice, talkin’ about he had some white guys on the hook and he was gonna retire on the money he was gonna make.

"You mean we gonna take." Freeze said to me, making fun of the way Forty-eight talked.

We sat and watched as the players went into a motel room on Boston Road. Once the deal was in progress, we busted in.

"Nobody move! Nobody gets hurt!" Freeze shouted.

I looked at the guy carrying the briefcase with the money. Forty-eight and his boy raised their hands and backed away from the dope. But the two white guys with the money started beefin’.

"If you know what’s good for you, you’ll walk out that door quietly." And then he made a play for his gun.

Freeze wheeled around. "Shut up, white bread!" He hit him in the mouth with the pump. "You’re speaking out of turn."

I covered with the semi while Freeze grabbed the case and we backed out of the room. It wasn’t long after we got out of the room before somebody started blastin’. I fired back while Freeze headed for the car. The firefight continued until we were in the car and away.

We both looked at each other and started laughin’. "That was gettin’ kinda hectic." Freeze said as he drove away. "Must be a lotta money in that case for them to have backup outside."

"I think this is the biggest score we ever had," I said, as I opened the case. "Maybe we can retire." Making fun of the way Forty-eight talked.

We were both laughing so hard that neither of us noticed the black Ford that pulled up along side of us. Until they started blastin’. With the first shot, they busted out the back window on the passenger side. "Where the fuck did they come from!"

"I don’t know!" Freeze yelled as he floored it. He sped away down Boston Road with the Ford on our tail.

"Get us out of here, Freeze!"

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