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them units like I expect him to, he’s gonna be straight,” Don B replied. He had a blunt pinched between his lips and the last few swigs of his bottle dangling in his hand.
    â€œDon, you know a lot of niggaz thought you was gonna fall short when ya boys got killed, but you’ve turned shit to sugar once again.”
    Don B grinned. “You know I’m known to do the impossible, my nigga. I know how to smell a dollar.”
    â€œIndeed you do, playboy. I swear you rap niggaz is shinning like you on the track or something.”
    â€œAll it takes is a little dedication and hard work.”
    Black Ice looked at Don B as if he had lost his last mind. “Shit, I’m allergic to work, man. The hardest part of my day is counting that trap money every morning.”
    Don B laughed. “Yo Ice, I never understood how a bitch could sell her pussy all night then turn around and give you every dime she made.”

    â€œIt’s a gift, baby.” Black Ice winked, downing the last of his drink. “See, a square nigga is always trying to get into a bitch’s drawers, but my interests lie elsewhere. I conquer a woman’s mind before I lay cock to her. That’s the sweet science of sin. I could give a fuck if you had a gold pussy and platinum titties—that shit don’t move me. Like my Pa used to say: “A bitch is only as good as the bread she checks in.” All I’m interested in is that cold cash, daddy.”
    â€œI know that’s right.” Don B gave him dap. “Yo, speaking of cash, I got a proposition for you.”
    Black Ice gave Don B his full attention at the mention of a dollar. “Talk to me.”
    â€œYou know, ya boy Stacks Green is in town shooting his video and promoting his album, right?”
    â€œYeah, I hear they been throwing money around like its water.” Ice nodded.
    â€œYou know, niggaz think they stunt game is up, but this is still the Don’s city. We got a few events lined up on some costal-love shit.”
    â€œCostal-love, last time I checked you niggaz was supposed to be rivals? I even heard the mix tape with you and one of his boys going at it.”
    Don B shrugged, as if it were nothing. “Just a little friendly competition. Personally I think the kid is an asshole, but you can’t deny the fact that both our camps are blowing up on the music scene. Big Dawg got a crazy buzz, but this nigga got Texas in a stranglehold. I’m trying to rock this nigga to sleep so we can see some of that paper down south too. While the nigga is in town we gonna show him a good time on some welcome to New York shit. We’re even having a celeb barbecue and basketball game. His five against my five on some winner-take-all shit.”
    â€œSounds like you got ya hands full, baby boy, but I know you didn’t wanna talk to me about no basketball game. Shit, I ain’t touched a ball since I took to the track,” Black Ice told him.
    â€œNah, I ain’t talking about you playing, I’m talking about you investing. Son, we got fifty gees riding on this game!”
    Black Ice eyed him suspiciously. “So you called me down here to crack for some bread?”

    â€œBlack, you know I’d never come at you like no pauper, the Don ain’t hardly popped,” Don B said, flashing a large wad of money. “Dawg, I got wild paper tied up in True’s album, not to mention the advance I fronted Lex and that stupid mutha fucka Pain, so you understand my situation.”
    â€œHow much you trying to get me to throw down, Don?”
    â€œSon, throw in twenty-five and we bust the winnings down the middle. I’m telling you, throw in with me and you’re guaranteed to make yaself a nice piece of change.”
    Black Ice took his time responding. He did this partially because he was weighing it, but mostly for the theatrics. He wrapped his pack of cigarettes on the bar before coolly sliding one out.