Free Money & Love Don't Mix by Ace Gucciano Page B

reading Maniac looked up at Smoke and Dre saying, “Hell yeah, cuzzo! We definitely got –” and out the blue ‘Mo’ Money, Mo’ Problems’ Maniac ringtone started playing, stopping him from finishing what he was about to say. He then said
                  “Dis some money, turn da TV down!” by it being a number he couldn’t identify, then answered saying “Aye, what’s good?” on the other end he heard a voice recording “You have a collect call from ‘Sean Bradley’ an inmate at Clayton County Jail, to accept this call press one, to reject this call press—”
                  He immediately pressed one, telling Dre and Smoke “Dis dat boy, Slick” as they were connected.
                  “Yo! Wat da’ hell y’all boys got going on out there!? Y’all niggaz can’t do shit right! And I was countin’ on y’all boys to come through fo’ me, yelled, and why da’ fuck y’all leave Trou—”
                  “Aye, Aye, Aye!! You talkin' reckless Cuzzo!! Maniac butted in and said.
                  “OH! My bad, playboy! My bad!...I’m just in a rush to get da’ fuck outta jail so I can get back to da’ money, and get me a lawyer dat can beat dis shit.” Slick hysterically voiced.
                  “Lemme holla at em’ fo’ a minute home.” Said Dre taking a sip of his Four Loko before grabbing the phone from Maniac.
                  “What’s up wit ya’ in there big homie?” he inquired.
                  “Shit you know ain’t nuthin going on in dis muhfucka, but we been on Lockdown fo’ a week cause two niggaz got to fightin’ on da’ rec yard…only reason dey let us off, was to catch da’ last game of da’ finals. Dat’s why I ain’t been callin' y’all, playboy.”
                  “Damn I ain’t know dat…Hold it down it dat muhfucka tho homie, we tryna put out heads together and see wat we can c ome up wit fo’ ya’ what dey talkin' bout on ya’ case tho?”
                  “Come on you know I’mma hold it down playboy, and I know y’all gone pull through fo’ me, what’s understood ain’t gotta be explained…But I just got indicted on dis shit da’ other day, so it ain’t lookin’ too good.”
                  “Damn dat shit was quick homie.:
                  “Hell yeah…dat’s why I gotta hurry up and make bond. Y’all boys come on and come through fo’ me ASAP.” Slick emphasized right before the automated recording cut in and said “You have two minutes remaining on this call.”
                  And then Dre quickly uttered “Big homie I told you we got you, stop stressin’ befo’ you run ya’ blood pressure up!! Told you we got some in da’ making just chill.”
                  “A’ight that’s what’s—”
                  “Sorry this call was terminated, because it reached its length.” Said the automated recording. Once the call was terminated Slick through to himself;
                  “Somethin’ gotta give I can’t go from bein’ on top living like a king, to bein’ in a cell…hell naw! I gotta come up wit a plan.”
                  On the other end as soon as Dre ended the call Smoke asked
                  “Yo, what Slick talking bout dawg, he still stressin’ like a muhfucka?”
                  “You know he is bruh…But I didn’t feel right tellin’ em’ we can’t do nuthin’ fo’ em’ cause we too hot, so I just told em’ we got some in da’ making. Shit dat’s da’ only thang I could say, cause if I tell em’ da’ truth he ain’t gone feel dat shit. He ain’t feeling nuthin but hearing his name called once we made bail fo’ em’, dat’s on da’ real…I know em’ like a book.”
                  Maniac put the TV on mute and looked at Dre and Smoke with a