Free Carl Weber's Kingpins by Clifford “Spud” Johnson

sherm heads for real,” added Cuddy.
    â€œWhat about the X? Did y’all check on that?” asked Tippi.
    â€œNah, we was more concerned with the yay and the water. We already know the bud gon’ pop off. Everybody and they mama smokes trees. We wanted to get the main shit established first; then we’ll bring the X into play,” said Boleg.
    â€œThat’s straight, but who is goin’ to run y’all shit out north while y’all are out in Midwest City?” asked King.
    Cuddy smiled and said, “Dog, we got this. We’ve already put together a nice li’l plan. Check it: me and Boleg will take turns goin’ back and forth out there. The north is basically runnin’ itself anyway right now so it won’t take much for us to keep this shit on and poppin’. If it does get too hectic we have a small crew already on deck once we get our feet all the way in. They’ll take care of the day-to-day shit out in Midwest City.”
    â€œThat’s cool. A’ight, roll with it and let’s see how shit pops off,” King said as he stared at everyone in the room. “Anything else?”
    â€œYeah, I’ve been checkin’ out some shit in Del City. I think we could set up shop over there, too,” said Keko.
    â€œMidwest City, Del City . . . What, y’all tryin’ to take over the entire state?” King asked with a smile on his face.
    â€œYou fuckin’ right! Let’s get this fuckin’ money! It’s still touch and go right now. I’ve been sendin’ a few of my niggas out that way to check shit out for me. So far it looks promising. I’ll get at you with more when and if I decide to make a power play over that way,” Keko said seriously.
    â€œA’ight, then, get at me or Tippi if y’all need anything. Everything should be everything in a li’l while. We’re about to head back to the block.”
    â€œTell that nigga Nutta I said to get at me. I know he’s gon’ want a part of this Midwest City thang,” Boleg said as he inhaled deeply on his Black & Mild.
    â€œGotcha,” Tippi said as they left the trap.
    During the ride back to the block King received a phone call from Charlie. “How ya doing this morning, Mr. King?” asked Charlie.
    â€œI’m good. All is good in my kingdom. What’s up, Charlie?”
    â€œI thought we’d get together this afternoon for lunch. I have a few things I’d like to discuss with you.”
    â€œThat’s cool, ’cause your services are needed. I was just about to call you.”
    â€œGood, that way we can kill two birds with one stone. How about some Red Lobster, say, one o’clock?”
    â€œWhich one? The one on the Northwest Expressway or the one out by Quail Springs Mall?”
    â€œThe one on Northwest Expressway will do. I’ll see you later,” Charlie said and ended the call.
    By the time they made it to the block King noticed that Flex had everything under control. He turned toward Tippi and said, “I’m ’bout to go get everything ready so I can get with Charlie, so make sure you let everybody know that we’ll be back fully operational within a couple of hours.”
    â€œA’ight. Be careful, nigga.”
    He gave her a smile and said, “Always.” Tippi got out of King’s car and watched him leave the block. She smiled as she went across the street and joined Flex. Together they maintained the block and watched as the young squad members got that money.
    * * *
    King turned the volume up on his sound system and was bumping the rapper Rick Ross’s hit single, “Hustlin’.” He sang along with the Miami rapper, feeling real good about how everything was going for him and his squad. “‘I know Pablo, Noreaga, the real Noreaga/He owe me a hundred favors,’” King sang along. He was interrupted by the ringing of his cell. He turned the