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STREETS OF NEW YORK VOLUME
II
A Year after Volume One… Brooklyn, NY, 2:00 a.m. When my girl and I crossed the Brooklyn Bridge and maneuvered towards the club, the scene that we saw as we drove closer was absolutely bananas! There were people and cars everywhere. The line to get inside stretched a block and a half long. There was this buzz of excitement that filled the air and it let you know that other than where we were at, there was no other place to be than New York City. I had been on the run for more than a year now. More specifically, I had been hiding out in Philly with my new girl for the past six months. Although Philly was about a two hour drive from Brooklyn, word about a club called The Brooklyn Cafe had spread all over the east coast. Word on the street was that this nightspot had it going on! It was part strip club on one level and a hip-hop/reggae club on the other level. But what made me risk my freedom and travel to New York to see first hand what The Brooklyn Cafe was all about was the fact that I had heard that my mans and ‘em, Squeeze and Show, actually owned the place. I desperately wanted to get back to New York and link up with ‘em. At the same time I knew that I had the feds and the NYPD looking for me so I had to be careful. My girl that I had met in Philly was a Puerto Rican chick who had a body like a J-Lo and an attitude like Eve. Her name was Marissa, and she wanted to come with me to New York to see what all the hype was about concerning The Brooklyn Cafe. We let the valet park Marissa’s white 745 BMW and the two of us headed straight to the front of the line and searched for the VIP entrance. There was no way in hell that we was gonna wait on that long ass line! “Who y’all wit’?” the bouncer asked as he put his forearm against my chest and grabbed Marissa by the arm to prevent us from walking inside the club.