Knock Knock Whooz There?. Marvin Griffin

Knock Knock Whooz There? - Marvin Griffin


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for you to be hot nutting 'round. We tryna get dis paper, we can get pussy later."

      "Hol' up I just want to get the seven digits." Burden hollered back. He never noticed the inscriptions the girl had on her shirt. But when he caught up with her and got a closer look he froze. "Marvin…" Burden gasped. He started to turn around, but what for? He was only going to ask the girl her name.

      "Tangela," the girl replied sarcastically. It was obvious she didn't want to be bothered with anyone, particularly a man. Her mind screamed can't you read? "I got a man." Tangela thought. The more she played hard to get the more Burden pursued her. Both of t-hem disappeared in the Arab corner store. By that time several other cars started to pull in front of Brick's restaurant. So the rest of the crew was forced to move down the block a little.

      "Man, dat's all that nigga think 'bout is pussy." Equal said, blushing. He looked back to see Burden making his way inside the store behind the girl. A devilish smile slushed across his face as he grabbed his crotch. "Shiit that ain't a bad idea. That's what I need to be doing trying to get my nuts out of pawn." Burden thought.

      Don't tell 'em nothin' one day he gone go after the wrong bitch and she gone give dat nigga something that's going to cause his whole dick to fall off." Justice joked. Everybody laughed.

      "I need to go by my old girl house first and put on some fresh gear and let the old girl see me. Then we need to go scope a few spots out; see who moving what and where. We'll roll through 15th Ave first an' see what's poppin' up there. Who's running shit up there now anyway?" Equal quizzed the crew.

      "Ya know dat nigga Duke still got the main spot locked down, but'cha know it's so many other niggas up there doing lil shit." Glory explained.

      Burden stepped back on the scene flashing a phone number on a torn brown paper bag.

      "Boy I told you I was gone come up." Burden boasted. Religion shook his head and said.

      "Boy pussy gone be the death of you one day."

      "Shit nigga if I die of anything I want it to be pussy." Famous spat. Equal laughed.

      "I know that's right homey." Burden said. He stuck his balled fist out to Famous for some dap. They bumped fist.

      "What about the other niggas up there?" Justice piped up. "What we tryna take over the whole Ave."

      "Not trying to," Equal straightened him, "Going to. And no we ain't gone take over the whole Ave, 'cause we gotta have competition so just the main spot where Duke at."

      "Well dat shouldn't be no sweat." Famous said to everyone's surprise as he fold his flip cell phone closed. It was a burn out. He placed it in his pocket. "'Cause dat nigga ain't got no street credit out here no way soft ass nigga." Everybody shot Famous a curious look like what you know that we don't know nigga.

      "Oh yeah and why you say dat." Equal asked.

      "Oh, I forgot, ain't dat nigga Murph up there too doin' it?"

      "Yeah. I think he is," Religion answered.

      "Dat still shouldn't be shit." Famous said again reaffirming his initial statement. Now Famous facial expression was different. He cracked his knuckles.

      "What's up my nigga? Fame tell the crew what you know." Equal questioned.

      "I can tell you this; any nigga can get in the dope game, even soft niggas. But put that same nigga around a bunch of killers and he'll look fierce, but call 'em out and he'll bitch slap up. Watch!"

      It seemed like the longer the crew stood there the hotter it got and Religion had just about taken all he could take.

      "My nigga we can talk 'bout dis shit in the car or when we get to your old girl's crib or something 'cause a nigga gun burn up standing out here in this hot sun."

      Justice and Equal hustled across 22nd in route to Justice's truck as everybody else walked to their car. As soon as they were on the other side of the street Justice pressed his alarm key to unlock the doors. He continued to make his way to the driver's door and climbed in immediately. Equal climbed in on the passenger side right behind him.

      "Boy you still got dis Bronco?" Equal said questionably.

      "Ya know it. I ain't gone never get rid of the Bronco. Shiit nigga you know how many young hoes I done fucked in here." Equal and Justice exchanged a casual laugh as they glanced around the truck's interior. Equal couldn't help but notice a quilt and pillow in the back seat. A sly grin formed across his face as he wondered just how many.

      Justice cranked the Bronco up, looked into his side mirror and gradually eased out into traffic. He clicked his Alpine sound system on, smashed his cigarette lighter in, and propped a half smoke in his mouth. As they cruised up 22nd avenue a Goody Mob hit, Soul Food came through the woofers and tweeters. The base from the music shook the entire truck and everyone inside it. Justice cut his eyes over at Equal as he hit his joint. He noticed Equal glaring out the window. Something was wrong with him, he just had this look on his face. Maybe the music was too loud. Justice turned it down. Then he put his joint out, maybe that was the problem. But Equal continued to glare and Justice couldn't figure out what his problem was. All he knew was that he was about to be a rich man so he needed to loosen up. And he was the one who sequenced the entire lick.

      Justice made an illegal turn down State Road 9, and the all white Bronco traveled towards the bus terminal. I-95 was also connected to State Road 9, about a mile down. That's the interstate Justice had in mind to take to the city. He could see the highway in his mind's eye. But Equal caught on fast.

      "My nigga you don't think I want to see da city? That's all I been looking at all night is highway." Equal snapped.

      "Oh my bad dawg, I'll turn dis mutha fucka around and we'll roll through the hoods. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking about anyway."

      Justice sat up in his seat and looked in his rearview mirror as he broke the speed on the truck. "70.60. .50. .40. .30.. 20.. Justice knew that only way he could head back in the other direction was he had to violate. There wasn't a median strip on State Road 9 only grass that separated the two highways and it was for official use only. But that was a small thing to a giant. Justice's whole life was standardized from one form of violating the law to another. "I mean who in the fuck in the hood pardoned rules anyway? If there was rules on signs or whatever – around they were supposedly there to govern the behavior of black folk and/or there to place statutory limitations on their God given right to roam the earth, they were made to be broken." Justice pondered.

      "Definitely! All you had to do was watch your back and don't get caught."

      Justice didn't have any intentions on getting caught doing anything. He thought he'd made sure that it wasn't a police insight when he pulled to the shoulder of the highway and drove across the prohibited grass. Then no sooner after he got back on the road did he see a state trooper coming up from behind flashing their police lights.

      "Oh shit, nine!" Justice berated his self as Equal turned and looked back over his shoulder at the state trooper approaching swiftly.

      "Man where in the fuck them crackas come from?" Equal questioned. But Justice never responded. Now he had other things to worry about other than wasting time on rhetorical questions. As Justice peered out his rearview mirror he ordered Equal to pass him his 9mm in the glove compartment. Equal followed his orders. He made sure it was cooked before he passed it to him. Justice could see the brake lights flicker on and off on Religion's black Acura Legend as it zipped by with Fame, Burden, Glory, and himself inside. He could tell the way they were looking that they understood trouble was in the mix. And they were right because Justice refused to cede any ground to his adversaries, that's police or unofficial. He'd promised his self a long time ago he wasn't ever going back to prison. But as a two time felon that's exactly where it looked like he was heading with Equal as his codefendant with the semi weapons he had in his truck. And I said weapons. Because no sooner after Justice finished telling Equal to pass him his gun out the glove compartment he ordered him to grab the chopper AK-47 from under the back seat.

      As Equal rooted around in the chair's cushion he stole a look of the rest of the crew as they


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