The only problem he was having was all of these new fake wanna be hustlers calling themselves trying to compete with him and his organization. Capo cruised around in his Benz with two chains around his neck and no shirt on his back. He cruised around local hoods with Moose in the passenger seat hoping they saw any of the competition out on the streets.
“I wish I would catch a nigga out on one of our corners” Moose said exhaling weed smoke through his nose.
”I been hearing niggaz been out here trying to steal our clientel” Capo said taking the blunt from Moose.
”Yeah me and Bone ran down on a few of them clowns so we shouldn’t be seeing too many of them clowns out here no more” Moose said confidently. The problem was that when Bone put in work he usually went overboard and that was bringing down more and more heat on Capo’s operation.
”Our major problem is all this heat that’s been coming down on us.” Capo said peeking through his rearview mirror making sure they weren’t being followed.
