All-Star!

As I wait for the elevator 3 kids enter my building lobby.They light up their blunts and began boasting on how tough they were.So one of the kids brags about how he caught a knockout the other day and how he would do it again whenever.So being the typical project kids they are his friends dares him to catch one in front of him.He doesnt turn down the dare and heads my way as high as he was."yo where you from"."what" I reply."i said where you from it dont look like you from here"."you aint nobody to be asking me where im from nigga".I reply a little tense.He throws a haymaker at me but I weave it and catch him with a jab.He stumbles.And returns to his stance.So as we are throwing the hands his friends realize were actually fighting they just watch.So he throws another haymaker I duck and throw a haymaker knocking him into the corner of the mailboxes.From there I just start throwing hard jabs and hooks knocking him to the floor.I then begin stomping him out before I hear sirens and see he friends run out the lobby.I run into the elevator and go home while he just layed on the floor hurt. While home I take a shower and tell my brother about what happen he asked if I was ok I told him it was nothing that I washed him anyway.so as im playing nba 2k8 I call my nigga ish over to spend a night.He comes and we chill.About 15 minutes later I hear the ambulance about a block or 2 from my house.So as I walk around my house I notice my grandma is not home and she is always home early.So out of curiousity I tell ish come with me to see what happen real quick he doesnt resist my request.So we head over there.Two and a half blocks down was my grandma on the floor screaming with a black and blue on her face.I ask her what happen, she gave me no reply so I knew it only had to be 1 person. About 2 days later after 3 long games of full court me and ish head to my house to chill and relax under the ac.As hours go past and were relaxed and settled in.I see the same kids from the other day that was in my lobby.But this time there is only 2 of them.So without hesitation I said "yo ish come with me downstairs im bout to wash this nigga up.""ight". He replies.We run down 7 flights of stairs hoping we catch up 2 them.Obvisously forgetting that they only come to my building to chill in the lobby.As we are about to exit the staircase they appear on the last floor smoking weed as usual.So without any words i start reagan smashing his face in while ish washes his mans.After I was done with him he was bleeding constantly through his nose and face.As im about to press for the elevator I search his pockets just because I was in a disrespectful mood.I found weed and a ziploc bag full of cocaine.I press for the elevator and we go into my house.As we sit down in my room and cool off from the ac i show him what i found he told me " sell it thats easy money for your pocket." I thought about it before I said "imma try it and see how it goes if all goes well then idk...." i smiled as i looked at him. We played 360 for about 2 hours before we both fell out. "yo get up we out to the corner." ish gets up and were out the door on our way to the corner.When we arrive at the corner there is no one there except for a bunch of old people walking mad lazy with there eyes closed and their heads down."there goes the money now go get it."Ish tells me. "how."I reply."Ask them how many they need." He demands."ight but why you dont sell it to him if you what to do."I reply."nah my nigga weed is me white is you."He requests."whateva nigga." I approach the senior,"how many you need."I say."I need 7."he replies.I give him seven and he walks away.As I walked away I thought that was all, this was easier than I thought."that was mad easy I think I got a little occupation on the side."ish smiles."I already got a buck 40, who can make a buck 40 that easy."