A no-face Government informant infiltrates Bricks' tight knit circle on a mission to stop him from selling drugs in his urban communities. Now Brick must find him before it's too late. When a trail of dead bodies and millions of dollars—in drug proceeds—leads him back to his own crew—Brick is forced to make the ultimate decision: Give up the Game or Die Fighting!<br><br>The Nature of Betrayal! The Grip of Fate! And The Lure of the Game has never quite been told like this before: Knock Knock Whooz There/ A Ghetto Tale by Marvin Griffin a.k.a., Robbyn Marvin is the first of a dynamic trilogy.
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Marvin Griffin. Knock Knock Whooz There?
ONE. 1992, MIAMI FLORIDA. OPA LOCKA 4:30 A.M. GAME DEAD
TWO. KNOCK KNOCK, WHOOZ THERE
THREE. BOSS LADY. I'M IN
FOUR
FIVE. BOOM—BOOM. BOOM—BOOM
SIX. ANYWAY RULES. WHO FOLLOWED THEM
SEVEN. THE DAY WAS FULL OF SURPRISES
EIGHT. MESSIN' ROUND YOU NIGGAS GONNA GET ME LIFE
NINE. FAME DEAD
TEN. TRYING TO PAINT A PICTURE
ELEVEN. COOL AS A FAN
TWELVE. BLOOD ON MY HANDS
THIRTEEN. BRICK IS BACK
FOURTEEN. GHETTO SUPERSTAR
FIFTEEN. KNOCK KNOCK WHOOZE THERE
SIXTEEN. IT HAD TO BE FAITH
SEVENTEEN
EIGHTEEN
NINETEEN
TWENTY
TWENTY ONE
TWENTY TWO
TWENTY THREE
TWENTY FOUR
TWENTY FIVE
TWENTY SIX
TWENTY SEVEN. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY
TWENTY EIGHT
TWENTY NINE
THIRTY. 1995, WASHINGTON D.C
THIRTY ONE
THIRTY TWO
THIRTY THREE
THIRTY FOUR
THIRTY FIVE
THIRTY SIX
THIRTY SEVEN
THIRTY EIGHT
THIRTY NINE
FORTY
FORTY ONE
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Brick pulled his Chrysler Caravan to the shoulder of Washington Street and 22nd Avenue and drive's in to the parking lot adjacent to his restaurant. Every morning he made it his business to show up at his place of business bright and early. The restaurant was one of his most prize possessions and he liked to get there early just to make sure everything was in order before he opened up his doors to the public.
The first thing Brick did once he made it inside the restaurant was focus his attention over the entire store. The red and white checkered table cloths clicked into his peripheral vision. Ump, he gasped. "Just like I thought," Brick thought. "That's why I make it my business to get out my bed every morning." He noticed a few tables and chairs were out of order and that irked him. I mind you, that was one of his most passionate fixations, was that everything needed to be symmetrically-clean-and-in order. Some would even argue he was a little too neat. People said anytime a grown man would go as far as to drop his trousers in public just to make sure his boxer shorts are perfectly aligned with his other garments, he was a little too neat. It wasn't though, when it came to his store, Brick liked it to look a certain way. That is tables had to be aligned in their own special sequence, and the window blinds had to be aligned at the same height and he liked the chairs arrayed at the same angle - positioned so they coaxed diners to view the tropical sense of the restaurant and not the mean ugly street life that bristled beyond the store's door.
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"So wha'cha sayin'?" Brick questioned on the defense. There was a hint of aggression in Brick's voice which Equal picked up on immediately. But that's where he wanted his friend. That way he'll pay attention to what he was trying to say.
"I'm talkin' 'bout millions poppa." Equal clarified his statement. Subtly, he steered Brick and Faith to his line of thinking. "Nigga you sittin' on a gold mine around here an' you ain't digging up the gold, you letting other niggas dig up all the gold." Equal joked and Brick looked confused.
