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Chapters (51)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Acknowledgments
  4. Part One
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
  16. 12
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. Part Two
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. Part Three
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. 32
  39. 33
  40. 34
  41. 35
  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 38
  45. 39
  46. 40
  47. 41
  48. Sometimes It Goes Down Like That
  49. Also by K’wan
  50. About the Author
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Don B. lit a cigarette and blew smoke rings into the air. “You niggaz need to stop running your mouths and go over your verses. We got a show tonight and I need you to be on point.”

“I’m always on point, kid,” Pain said.

“Nigga, stop fronting. You’ll be the main one to forget your verse,” Lex teased him.

“Fuck you, nigga. I’m the muthafucking freestyle king of New York,” Pain boasted. “Yo, Don, what up wit’ that freak y’all niggaz popped off this morning?” he said, changing the subject.

“Yo, shorty head game was fire!” Don B. recalled. “She even let Tone and them niggaz hit it.”

“Damn, I’m tight I missed that one,” Lex said.

“Don’t sweat it. She’s a neighborhood chick, so we’ll bump into her again.” Don B. grinned and went back to watching True in the booth.

“Yo, I gotta get up outta here,” Pain said, looking at his watch.

“Where the fuck is you going? Dawg, we still got work to do,” Don B. reminded him.

“I’m gonna come back and lay my vocals, but I got something I need to take care of.”

“Pain, I know you ain’t dipping out of a session for no pussy?” Lex asked, clearly not feeling Pain’s early departure.

Pain smiled broadly. “Never that. I told my moms I would do something for her. I’ll be back.”

“Yo, Pain, I don’t give a fuck what you gotta do, just make sure your ass is on time for the show tonight.”

“My dude, I said I’ll be back,” Pain said as if he was catching an attitude. He walked out of the studio and anxiously tapped the elevator call button. His finger came away from the steel button leaving a sweaty fingerprint. Pain wiped his hands against his pants in an attempt to dry them. Just a short cab ride and I’m good, he told himself, stepping into the elevator.

15

“What do you think of these?” Yoshi held up a pair of fire engine red boots.

“The heel is too high for my taste,” Billy grumbled.

“It’s only two inches,” Yoshi said, examining the price and putting them back. “I need to get something to wear to Exit tonight.” Yoshi took another pair of shoes off the shelf and asked one of the employees to bring her a size seven.

“Why don’t you wear something you already have?” Billy suggested.

Yoshi looked at her and twisted her lips. “Billy, you can’t be serious. You know how many niggaz in there are gonna be holding? I can’t show up in there looking half-ass. What you need to do is see if they got one of these in your size.” Yoshi handed Billy a black dress with spaghetti straps.