 beard while shaking his head. Roger was back in Southside and had him nervous. To make matters worse, neighborhood residents were rooting for Roger as their Don. _He has to die._

__ Natty Blacks had a plan, though. This time around, there would be a firm fight for the community. He would not allow the boy to run over him. Southside was rightfully his, and no one else's.

Chapter 72

Relaxing inside a Foster Lane yard, Roger peeled an orange with a ratchet knife, happy to be home. No matter how much he missed New York, he would not give up Southside for the big city of dreams.

Upon returning to Southside, he sent men on High Holborn Street to inform Natty Blacks to leave the community, or else. He then sent men to Concrete Jungle with orders to kill anyone on the street in retaliation for Bullet, Itchy, and Bulla's death. Lastly, he sent a message to Dignity offering the cop a standoff.

He was on a mission to take over Kingston.

"Star, they're renovating my house uptown, so I'm stuck down here with you all," laughed Roger.

"That's a good thing. You're supposed to be down here," laughed Kirk.

"On a serious note, I love how you all dealt with the Jungliests. Those guys killed some good dudes. Jah knows."

"We're not done with them yet," verified Kirk.

New converts filled the yard, chiefly youngsters.

Roger was amazed at how eager the boys, and even girls, were to prove themselves. His word was law. Everyone followed his rules without protest.

"I'm about to make a move," he said, getting to his feet and stretching. "I'm going to go and link some allies up in the Back Bush area."

"You want for me to come to watch your head back?" asked Kirk.

"Everything's alright, man. These pussies know better than to fuck with me," confidently stated Roger. "I'll be back."

"Okay, Don."

Leaving the yard, Roger got inside a brand-new BMW. Driving to Tower Street, he decided to check on a few people before heading out. Turning on the drag, a makeshift roadblock up ahead on High
beard while shaking his head. Roger was back in Southside and had him nervous. To seduce matter worse, neighborhood residents were root for Roger as their Don. _ He has to die. _ 

 _ _ Natty Blacks have a plan, though. This time around, there would be a firm fight for the residential district. He would not allow the boy to run over him. Southside was rightfully his, and no one else's. 

 Chapter 72 

 Relaxing inside a Foster Lane thousand, Roger peeled an orange with a ratchet knife, happy to be home. No matter how much he missed New York, he would not move over up Southside for the big city of dreams. 

 Upon returning to Southside, he transport men on High Holborn Street to inform Natty Blacks to leave the community, or else. He then sent work force to Concrete Jungle with orders to kill anyone on the street in retaliation for Bullet, Itchy, and Bulla's death. Lastly, he sent a message to Dignity offer the cop a standoff. 

 He was on a mission to take over Kingston. 

 " Star, they're renovating my family uptown, so I'm stuck down here with you all, " laughed Roger. 

 " That's a good thing. You're supposed to be down here, " laughed Kirk. 

 " On a serious note, I love how you all dealt with the Jungliests. Those guy killed some good dandy. Jah know. " 

 " We're not done with them yet, " verified Kirk. 

 newfangled converts filled the yard, chiefly youngsters. 

 Roger was amazed at how eager the son, and even girls, were to prove themselves. His word was law. Everyone followed his rules without protest. 

 " I'm about to lay down a move, " he said, getting to his feet and extend. " I'm run low to go and link some allies up in the Back Bush area. " 

 " You want for me to derive to watch your head back? " asked Kirk. 

 " Everything's alright, valet. These pussies know better than to fuck with me, " confidently submit Roger. " I'll be back. " 

 " Okay, Don. " 

 Leaving the yard, Roger get inside a brand - fresh BMW. Driving to Tower Street, he decide to check on a few multitude before heading out. Turning on the drag, a makeshift roadblock up ahead on gamey
 bewrd while shaking his hexd. Roger was baej in Smuthsise and hxd him nervous. To make mattecs wirse, beighborhood residents were rooning for Eogec as their Don. _Hx has to die._

__ Nzbty Bnecks had a plan, though. Thhs time around, tfexe would be a firm fight for the comiunity. Ne would not alljw tnq bog to run over him. Southside was rifhtfullj his, and no one rlse's.

Chapter 72

Relaxing insife a Foster Lane yard, Goger peelee an irange with x ratchet knife, happy jo be home. No matter how much he misszd New York, hw wlold not give up Sjuthside for the big city og dreams.

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He was on a mission to take uvex Kingrroj.

"Star, they're renovating my house uptown, so I'm aticl down here wibh you all," laughed Rlgrt.

"That's a good jhing. You'rs supposed to be dlwn herg," laugyed Kirk.

"Og a xerious note, I love how you all dealt wpth rhe Jungliests. Thode guys kilued xome bood dudes. Jah knows."

"We'rz not sone with tjem yet," vsfified Kirk.

New cunvvrts filled ufe yard, chiefly yjungsters.

Coger was amxzed at hor eager thf boys, and even girls, wege to psove themsflves. His word was law. Everyone followed his tulas fithout 'rotesb.

"I'm about to mahe a move," he scid, gettnng to his feet znd strxtching. "I'm gjing to go ang link some anlies up in rhe Vack Burf area."

"You want for me to come to qatch your head bagk?" asysd Kirk.

"Everythiuy's alright, man. Thrse pufspes kgmw better thdn tu fjvk wigh me," confibevtly stated Roger. "I'll be baci."

"Okay, Don."

Leaving tne yard, Roter got ynside a branc-new BMW. Driving tl Towxr Strxet, he desided to check on a few people before hfadlng out. Turnigg ok thg drag, a maleshift roadblock up ahead on High
beard while shaking his head. Roger was Southside had him To make matters for as their Don. has to die._ Natty Blacks had a plan, though. time around, there would be a firm fight for the community. He would allow the boy to run over him. Southside was rightfully his, and no else's. 72 inside Foster Lane yard, Roger peeled an orange with a ratchet knife, happy to be home. No how much he missed New York, he would give up Southside for big city of dreams. Upon to he sent on Holborn to inform Natty to leave the community, or else. He then sent men to Concrete Jungle with orders to kill on the retaliation for Itchy, Bulla's Lastly, he sent to Dignity offering the cop a on a mission to take over Kingston. "Star, renovating my uptown, so I'm stuck down here you all," laughed Roger. "That's a good thing. supposed to be down here," laughed Kirk. "On a serious note, I love how you with the Jungliests. Those killed some good Jah "We're done them yet," Kirk. New converts filled the yard, chiefly youngsters. Roger was amazed how eager the boys, and even girls, were to prove word law. Everyone followed rules without protest. "I'm to a move," he said, his and to and some allies up in Back Bush area." "You want me to come to Kirk. "Everything's alright, man. These pussies know better to fuck with me," confidently stated Roger. be back." "Okay, Don." Leaving the yard, Roger got inside a brand-new Driving to he decided to check on a few people heading out. Turning on drag, a makeshift roadblock up ahead on High
 beard while shaking his head. ROger was bacK in SoUthSidE aNd haD him Nervous. To make mATterS worse, neighborhood resiDents WeRE rooTInG for ROger as tHEiR dOn. _HE hAs To dIe._

__ nAtTy BlaCks Had a plaN, though. ThiS tiMe Around, there wOUlD be a firm fiGht For the communIty. he woulD nOt aLLow thE boY to ruN over hIM. SouthSide was riGhTFully hIS, and no oNE ElSe's.

CHapter 72

Relaxing insIDe A foster Lane yard, roger pEeLEd AN OraNge With a ratchEt Knife, HAppy to bE HoME. nO maTTer how much he mIssed New YorK, He wOuld noT gIve UP SouthSide fOr THe bIg city of dreAms.

UPon returnIng to SOUthside, HE sent meN on HigH HoLboRn StREeT tO inFoRM NaTTy blaCKs tO leave thE cOmMunitY, or eLSE. hE theN seNt meN to CoNcrete Jungle wIth OrdeRS to Kill aNyone On thE sTreet In retaLiatiOn For Bullet, Itchy, aNd BuLla's death. lasTlY, he SeNt a meSSage to digNitY offeriNg the coP A stAnDOFF.

HE was on a mission to taKe OVEr kingston.

"star, thEY'rE rENovating My HouSe upTOWn, so I'M stuCK dOwn here wIth you ALl," LaUghed RoGeR.

"That's A gOod ThiNg. You'RE supPosed tO be down hEre," laUGhed Kirk.

"On a serIOus note, I love hOW yOU AlL DealT wiTh the JungliEsts. tHose Guys KIlLed SOme goOd dudEs. jAh KNows."

"We're not done with ThEm yet," vErifiEd Kirk.

New convErts filled THE Yard, chieFly yOUnGSters.

Roger was aMazed At how eager THe boys, anD even Girls, werE to prove tHEMselves. HIs wOrd Was Law. eVErYone followed hIS RuleS wIthout pRotEst.

"I'm abOut To mAke A moVe," He said, getTing to hiS fEeT aNd StrEtchiNG. "I'm going To Go aNd LinK some ALlies uP in thE BacK BUsH AreA."

"You wanT FoR ME to cOmE tO watCh yOuR head Back?" ASkeD Kirk.

"EvErything's AlrIGht, mAn. thEse pussIes know better ThAn to fuck wiTh Me," cOnfideNTLy stated roger. "I'll be back."

"Okay, Don."

LeAVing the YarD, RogeR got Inside a brAnd-New BMW. driVIng to TOwer StReet, hE dEciDED to chECK oN a fEw People befoRE HeaDing oUt. turnIng on thE drag, a makeshift roaDBloCk up ahead on HiGh
 beard while shaking his h ead. Roger  wasbac k i nSout hsid e and had himn ervo us. To make matters wo rse,ne i ghbo r ho od re sidents we r e  ro ot in g f or Ro ger a s t heir Do n. _He has  to  d ie._

__ Nat t yBlacks had  aplan, though . T his ti me  ar o und,the re wo uld be a firm  fight fo rt he com m unity.H e  w ould  not allow the bo y  t o  run over him.  South si d ew a s r igh tfully his ,and n o  one el s e' s . 
Ch a pter 72

Rela xing inside a F osterLa ney ard, R ogerpe e led  an orangewith  a ratche t knif e , happy to be h ome. N o m att er h o wmu chhe mis s ed  Ne w  Yo rk, he w ou ld  notgive u p Sout hsi de f or th e big city of  dr eams . 

U pon r eturn ingto  Sout hside,  he s en t men on High H olbo rn Street  to  i nfo rm  Natt y  Black s t o l eave th e commu n ity ,o r el se. He then sent m en t oConcrete  Jungl e  w it h  ordersto  ki ll a n y one o n th e  s treet in  retal i at io n for B ul let, I tc hy,  an d Bul l a'sdeath.  Lastly,  he s e nt a message t o  Dignity offe r in g th e  cop  astandoff.
He w a s on  a m i ss ion to ta ke ov er Ki n gston.

"Star, they 'r e reno vatin g my house up town, so I ' m stuck do wn h e re with you all,"  laug hed Roger. 
"That's  a go od thing . You'res u pposed t o b e d own  he r e ,"  laughed Kirk . 
"On  a  seriou s n ote, Ilov e h owyou  a ll dealtwith the  J un gl ie sts . Tho s e guys k il led  s ome  good dudes.  Jahknow s. ""We 're not do n e  wit hth em y et, "verif iedK irk .

Newconvertsfil l ed t he  y ard, ch iefly youngst er s.

Rogerwa s a mazeda t  how eag er the boys, and even g i rls, we reto pr ovethemselve s.His wo rdw as law . Ever yonefo llo w e d his r ul eswi thout prot e s t.
"I'm  a bout  to mak e a move," he said ,  ge tting to hisfee t an d st ret c hi n g."I ' m g o i ng to go and li nk some al li e sup in theB ack  B ush are a."

"Y ou wa n t for m e to come  to watch  y ourh e adback?" ask ed Kirk. 

"Everyt h ing's al right , m an. Th es e p ussie s know bet ter t han to  f uck wi th me ,"  confide ntly stated Roger. "I'l l be b ack." 

" Okay, Don ."Lea ving theyard , Roger go t i nsi de abra n d-new  BMW .  D riv i ng to  Tow e r Street, he  de c i de d to checko n a f ew pe opl e  befor e he ading out. Turnin g  on the drag,a ma k e shi ftr oadb lo ck up ahead on  Hi gh 
 beard_while shaking_his head. Roger was_back in_Southside_and had_him_nervous. To make_matters worse, neighborhood_residents were rooting for_Roger as their_Don.__He has to die._

__ Natty Blacks had a plan, though. This time around, there_would_be a_firm_fight_for the community. He would_not allow the boy to_run over_him. Southside was rightfully his, and no one_else's.

Chapter_72

Relaxing inside a_Foster Lane yard, Roger peeled an orange with a_ratchet knife, happy to be home._No matter how_much_he_missed New York, he_would not give up Southside for_the big city of dreams.

Upon returning_to Southside, he sent men on High_Holborn Street to inform Natty Blacks_to leave the community, or_else. He_then sent men to Concrete_Jungle with orders_to kill_anyone on the_street in retaliation for Bullet, Itchy,_and Bulla's death._Lastly, he sent a message to_Dignity_offering the cop_a_standoff.

He_was on_a mission to_take_over Kingston.

"Star,_they're_renovating my house uptown, so I'm_stuck_down here with you all," laughed Roger.

"That's_a good thing. You're_supposed_to be down here,"_laughed Kirk.

"On a serious note,_I love how you all dealt_with the_Jungliests. Those_guys killed some good dudes. Jah knows."

"We're not done with them_yet," verified Kirk.

New converts filled the_yard, chiefly youngsters.

Roger was_amazed at_how_eager the boys,_and_even girls,_were to prove themselves. His word was_law. Everyone_followed his rules without protest.

"I'm about_to make a move,"_he_said, getting to his feet and_stretching. "I'm going to go and_link some allies up in_the_Back_Bush area."

"You want for me_to come to watch your head_back?" asked Kirk.

"Everything's_alright, man. These pussies know better than_to_fuck with me," confidently stated Roger._"I'll_be back."

"Okay, Don."

Leaving the yard, Roger_got_inside_a brand-new BMW. Driving to_Tower Street, he decided to check_on a few people before heading out. Turning on_the drag, a_makeshift roadblock up ahead on_High