The Ambition of a Hustler

“Man this the lick that’s gone take us to the top,” Kool thought to his self as he rode down MLK going to the lick that was going to take them to the top for good. Kool turned on Andrews and slowly creeped down the street as they got closer to the spot; they could see it was beating like usual. “You ready Bro?” Kool asked as he glanced out the corner of his eye, “Yea come on,” Max said as they ran to the side of the house and jumped behind the bushes. As Kool was getting ready to make his move, he could hear Johnboy talking to his bitch, “I’m bout to go baby let me out please,” Kool signaled Max to look in Max. Max peeped inside and could see Johnboy walking his girl to the door, “When I come back baby,” she said as she stroked his dick, “Baby you can come back whenever, but it’s time to for me to count this cash, come on stop playing,” by the time Johnboy opened the door he was looking down the barrel of Koo’s AK 47. “Backed up boy, y’all know what time it is”! Max ran in and put his Smith and Wesson 500 to Johnboy head, “Shut up Bitch”! Kool shouted at as he threw her to the floor. “Where the money at Fatboy, we know it’s time to count the money we heard you on the other side of the door nigga, don’t so loud next time nigga.” “Man aint no money all I got is this,” Johnboy reached in his pocket and pulled out twelve thousand dollars, “Take that,” Johnboy tossed the money to Kool. Kool and Max looked at each other and burst out in laughter, “What the fuck….” Kool couldn’t finish asking Johnboy shit because Max hit across the head with his pistol and his ears were ringing like a bell. “Where the fuck the money at Fatboy,” Max was getting mad as hell, “Please Ah, ah, please it’s under the bed please,” “Ok Fatboy if it’s there I want kill your big ass.” Kool ran to the back flipped the mattress over, “Jackpot,” Kool said to his self as he grabbed the bags of money and ran out the room. “Max let’s go,” Kool yelled out running past Max toward the door, “I told you Fatboy, I’m not gone kill you,” “Thank you,” Those were the last words that Johnboy ever said before his body went limp and hit the ground. “OH my God Oh, ah, ah,” the girl was screaming and yelling over Johnboy’s body; Kool and Max rode up Simpson like they owned it. They killed all the competition now it was time to eat. Welcome to Atlanta.