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Moment of Truth

“Ey, Manny, break it down to me one more time, son.”

“Hype, do you be listening? Look.”

“You shouldn’t even be here right now,” Cash said.

“Leave that nigga alone. He straight,” Crack said from the front seat. Cash shook his head and looked back out the window, gripping his pistol tight in hand.

“Look,” said Manny. “The move is simple. It’s just Block and Lil Ron in there. The bread is in three different places?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“The AC unit, the dresser, and under the couch. He got pills in the closet and a couple pounds of weed somewhere in that mafucka.”

“Aight,” I said.

“Me and Cash going in through the front. You and Crack go in through the back,” said Manny.

“Bet,” I looked over at Cash. “You ready, bruh?”

Cash smirked his face sideways. “Nigga, I’m always ready,” he said.

Ol’ pussy ass nigga / faggot ass nigga, ratting ass nigga / Take this song how you want / take this song how you want.

Manny cranked up some Boosie as we rode in silence. I slightly raised my black and chrome .45 and checked to make sure it was loaded and ready. Cash looked at me and then looked back out the window. Crack pointed out the window to show Manny where to pull up. Blacked out was the dress code as we hopped out of Manny’s truck.

“Ya go around back. Hurry up,” Manny said. Cash gave one final stare.

“Come on, nigga,” Crack said, pulling me by the arm.

We crept around the back of the house with our guns drawn.

“Aight. Imma kick this joint in on three,” Crack said before cocking his pump.

One…two…

Boom!

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!