Free Knee Deep in the Game by Boston George Page B

good looking, them bitch-ass niggas had to jump me because they knew they couldn’t beat me one-on-one, Rusty said, spitting out blood.
    â€œYeah, these clowns tried to do the same shit to me when I first got here, Fresh said, kicking the light-skinned kid in the face one last time.
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    â€œYo, nigga, you ready to go?”
    â€œHuh? ” Rusty asked, snapping out of his daydream.
    â€œNigga, you ready to go to the club and see some beautiful women?”
    â€œIf the ass is round you know I’m down,” Rusty joked as they left the warehouse on their way to the club.

    â€œDamn, girl, you wearing them jeans,” Amanda teased her sister.
    â€œYou know I does this,” Melissa joked, pretending she was walking down the runway.
    â€œGirl, when you going to find you a man?”
    â€œAll the men I come across all act like little boys,” Melissa said, fixing her makeup. “But when I do find a man, he going to be the perfect man,” she chuckled, giving her sister a high five. “Now you know that skirt is too short, Fresh is going to be flipping when he see you.”
    â€œI am a grown-ass woman, plus I can’t help it that I’m sexy,” Amanda said, strapping up her three-inch heels. “Don’t worry about my man, worry about trying to get you a man.”
    â€œDon’t worry, it won’t be long,” Melissa assured her older sister.
    When the two sisters stepped outside, they turned the heads of every man in sight.
    â€œ Muy bien, mami ,” crackhead Lucky said as he walked past the two Spanish divas.
    â€œI hate that crackhead, he’s always staring at me,” Melissa said, frowning up her face.
    â€œLeave that junkie alone, he ain’t bothering nobody,” Amanda said, flagging down a cab. “Let’s just have us a good night,” she said as the two hopped in the cab.
    â€œLet’s pray these fools up in this club act like they got some sense tonight,” Melissa said as the cab pulled off, taking them to their destination.
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    â€œDamn, look at all these hoes,” Pooh said as he slowly cruised past the club.
    â€œYo, that line is around the fuckin’ corner,” Pop stated, throwing a piece of Winter fresh in his mouth.
    â€œCome on let’s get up in here,” Pooh said as they placed their guns under their seats and headed inside the club.
    â€œWhat’s good, my dude?” Pooh said, giving the bouncer a pound and slipping fifty dollars in his hand.
    â€œHow many you got with you tonight?” the big bouncer asked, discreetly stuffing the bill in his pocket.
    â€œJust me and my man right here,” Pooh said as he and Pop bypassed the line and entered the joint.
    When Pop stepped foot inside the club he almost went crazy. This was his first time ever going to the club—he wasn’t even old enough to get in yet—but he was connected now.
    Pop was only eighteen, but that night he felt like he was over twenty-one and loved every minute of it.
    Pop watched as Pooh gave dap to the people he knew. Pop could tell that most of the guys were drug dealers and most of the girls were gold diggers looking for a quick come-up. Almost every woman was dressed in something skimpy or dressed like a prostitute in order to catch the eye of a baller. As Pop and Pooh walked through the crowded club, they saw Fresh waving them over to his VIP section.
    â€œMy niggas, glad y’all could make it,” Fresh said, giving both men pounds.
    â€œHad to get out the hood for a minute,” Pop said, accepting the drink that Rusty was handing him.
    â€œIf you stay in the hood too long it will drive you crazy,” Fresh replied as he noticed Amanda and Melissa walk up in the club.
    â€œCome over here so I can holla at y’all for a second,” Fresh said as the duo took a seat on the couch.
    â€œI’m going to need you two to take care of something for me tomorrow,