Boss Status

Boss Status

By

Dallas Brooks

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Boss Status

Copyright 2011 by Dallas Brooks

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THANK YOU’S

I would like to thank number one, Payroll Publishing Inc., Sister Shauna Taylor, Wyndelyn Williams and Eugene E. Williams. Without them this would have never happened. I totally thank them with all my heart.

All praises to due to God!

I have thought about Oct 27th 2006 my arrest and no physical move in my life has been more pivotal or profound in its repercussions.

I sit every night when I’m thinking or in deep thought about how my life just slid away from me like snow off a roof. I couldn’t see it at the time but God really had his hand on me.

I’ve been down five years with five more to go but no storm last forever.

The thing worse than death to me is betrayal. I can conceive death but I can’t conceive betrayal.

This book is dedicated to my mother and father, God rest their souls, and my favorite nephew Moo-Moo Duquantay.

RIP my cousins Macheka, Rockell, Taria Robinson, Grandma, Big Kev, Uncle Mavrick.

A wise man counts his blessing while a fool counts his problems.

Thank you also Grandad, Big bro Richy Rich.

Yak Town’s Finest

KING/DALLAS

CHAPTER 1:THE BEGINNING

In 1984 when crack hit the streets of Pontiac, Michigan, let’s just say all hell broke loose. On the Eastside of the Yak four year old Deon Tate also known as Pusha was like a sponge soaking up game from real boss players. He listened to the lingo and watched all the mood gestures. He saw a lot of things no kid should have ever saw. He was schooled well by expert hustles in pimping, fighting, con games, pushing boy, girl and the mastery of armed robbery.

Pusha was the baby out of four boys but he never knew his mother. His father King Tate was not only one of Pontiac’s biggest heroine dealers, but the biggest boss pimp also. He distributed all through Michigan, New York, Georgia, you name it! King Tate also owned a well known night club in Pontiac.

It was the summer of 1985 and Pusha was five years old. One hot summer day he had been out playing with his friend Lil Mellow and Paul who was mixed with Mexican and Black. They all had walked to Shirley Street Park to pay basketball with Pusha’s first cousins Big Kev and Kenyell. They were six and seven years old. King Tate had pulled up in his 1985 candy apple Seville and said, Son, go to your Uncle Keith’s house tonight. I have to handle some biz, ya dig? Well King Tate was busted that night on four counts of murder and the FEDs hit him for that R.I.C.O. Act. But in 1990 he was killed in prison by some crooked correction officers. Pusha was ten years old and living with his uncle Keith when he got the news that his pops had been murdered in the FED joint. He took it bad and started being rebellious towards everybody.

Pusha, his cousins Kenyell, Kendrick, Big Kev, Keylon and Wiz (Keith Jr.) were all a year or two a part. They all were more like brothers instead of first cousins. Wiz being the oldest at sixteen was known around town as being a deadly boxer. He was real nice with his hands. Keith kept the boys into boxing but they all took to the streets like ducks to water. At just ten years old Pusha and Paul was selling crack, weed and stealing cars.

The summer of 1992 Pusha and Paul stole an AK-47 and two 357 magnums. An incident occurred and they shot a crack head in the leg. Both of them were given three years in the juvenile jail. They were released in the summer of 1995 at fifteen years young and wild.

By now Kelyon and Wiz were way ahead in the game, holding at least four of them thangs with a Florida connect. They were doing good at twenty and twenty years old. Pusha observed it all so he, Paul and Big Kev put together a nice operation as well. He got five pounds of weed, two and a half ounces of butta, a pistol grip pump and two choppers. He also had two pit bulls named Butch and Bruno. They opened up shop in an apartment upstairs from the Fast and Friendly store on Whittimore. They had rocks pushing like the Flintstones in Bedrock. They were also pumping nickels and dime bags of weed. Anything you wanted from quarters and halfs to whole pounds.

Pusha was only fifteen and driving a 1985 Monte Carlo kitted up. It was black on cranberry with cranberry and peanut butter insides. The sound system was out cold and it was sitting on 18" rims. He was that guy and everybody knew their position. He was the brains, Big Kev was the muscle and Paul was the hot head.

Pusha was ridding down MLK. BLVD on his way to the Knolls when he ran into a thick cold blooded hot n ready.

What’s good? He pushed up on her.

Nigga what… I know who you are. Deon Tate, the little hard head nigga. Anyway, how old are you know?

I’m seventeen.

Nigga you more like fourteen or fifteen.

Her name was Lameka and she was a good girl in the hood. Only seventeen years old, worked a job, plus was in school. She knew all about Pusha and he knew about her also so there was no beating around the bush. Pusha gave her his beeper number and pulled off. He was on his way to re-up with Slick Mike. By that time he had moved up to an 8th of a key and rock for rock he was getting it all off. Their little crew was moving and shaking up things in the town.

Paul bought a 85 Cutlass but he was on some other shit and Pusha could see it. Big Kev got himself a Blazer, everybody was eating good. The summer of 95 was a Cold one. Eastside was booming. Wiz had a crib on Jesse and that Chandler was banging. Keylon was on Mechanic with Trey, it was the Carter.

Pusha ended up doing something he swore he would never do because he saw how his pops use to get, and that was drink. But he still had developed a bad drinking habit at fifteen. He could remember when he was a kid. His pops used to drop jewels on him, he would say, Pusha, always keep God first no matter how much wrong you do. Trust no one and money over bitches. Watch your enemies, but keep your friends closer. Money is the root to all evil. Never mix business with pleasure. And the number one rule, remember which side your bread is buttered on. He was getting money young and couldn’t see what he was getting into at the time. They say the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.

Paul was on the North side getting it in like time, the hard way. He was constantly beefing with the Pinewood Boys or whoever. It really got out of hand but Pusha and Big Kev was gonna ride no matter what. They had shootouts and fights on a regular. It was totally out of order.

Paul was in the Knolls chilling waiting on Pusha to bring him an OZ when he saw Lameka drive by so he pushed up on her.

Dig Meka! What it do ma?

Boy stop. Anyway, from what I hear you got women. Paul tried to sweet talk Meka but she wasn’t buying it and he knew it. But he had bigger fish to fry.

Paul was making trips to Cleveland, Ohio and had set up a nice connect. His connect was a high yellow nigga name Rio. He started Paul out with nine ozs for $5,000 but he also gave him one. That was almost six months ago. Now Paul was on some flossy bossy Mr. Stuntastic shit. He coped a 1995 Big Body Benz white on white, two old schools, a 67 Cutlass and a 72 Nova. He also bought a loft out in Oxford, Michigan. He was doing big thangs.

As Paul was ridding down Auburn when his pager went off 248-376-4890-911-911, it was Pusha. Damn what do this nigga want? He thought to himself.

Big Kev was doing big things on the eastside. He had a cranberry 83 Cutlass with killer sounds and a motorcycle. Plus he was playing football for St. Mary’s school but his mind was on his money. He was always a Broad Street Bully and far as he saw it his little cuz Pusha was on point. But Paul, he was different. He used to always tell Paul even when they were little that he was jealous of him and was no good. As he was in deep thought riding down Auburn he spotted Paul in that brand new white on white Benz talking to some cold ass thick yellow hoe. Kev pulled up on side of him bumping some old school NWA. The 15’s were banging through the trunk.

The Mobile gas station was pumped. Paul was shocked to see Big Kev and he really didn’t want Pusha or Kev to know about the Big Body Benz, the new loft, or the connect in Ohio.

Damn Cuz, you ridding good. Is this you? Big Kev asked.

Yeah I got me an older snow bunny, ya dig? Big Kev could see the grime-ballness but as his father Big Keith thought him, Thugs are built off emotions and hard times, gangsters get the job done! Big Kev just played his game.

Dig that, well you heard from Pusha?

Yeah he just beeped me. I ain’t hit him back yet, Pual looked at his pager and Kev wondered what he wanted.

Just as they were talking Keylon, Wiz and Coop Da Real pulled up. Keylon had just got two twin 1994 5.0’s, one was whit and the other was burgundy. They were beating that Biggie Ready To Die, I don’t wonna live no mo. Sometimes I heard death knocking at the front door. It sounded like gorillas trying to get out the trunk.

Keylon and Wiz (Keith Jr.) were doing big thangs now on the soft, hard and weed. They were shocked to see their baby brother Big Keith and Paul. As Coop got out to grab a Swisher, Wiz walked over to Paul and Big Kev like, What’s the deal? They were just like chilling but Wiz could see the tension so he played it off.

Damn Paul who’s Benzo?

Man, this older snow bunny, Paul answered. It ain’t shit to a boss.

Dig that.

Keylon walked up after talking to Pook and Dean.

What up P? Keylon asked. He always liked Paul because he had swag.

Shit, cold chilling! Paul answered.

Where Lil Cuz Pusha at? As he asked while Paul walked over to the pay phone, put a quarter in and dialed the number. Pusha picked up on the fourth ring. All he heard was music in the background.

Where you at Cuz? Pusha asked.

At the Mobile station on MLK, I’m with Big Kev, Wayne, Coop Da Real and Keylon.

You and Big Kev meet me at the spot in two hours… the spot was on top of Fast and Friendly liquor store, upstairs.

Pusha was at his little hideaway spot on Giddings and Walton in Auburn Hills. He was chilling in deep thought about how he needed to get the crew together and explain the new wave of biz, meaning he had an Arab in Detroit who gave him a deal on cell phones. Also, he had a new plug so he wanted to put them up on his new ideas. That’s when Monique his red bone five foot two, one hundred twenty five pounds, 24, 36, 24 walked in and interrupted his thoughts. She was a red bone sexy queen at 29 looking ten years younger with green eyes, hazel brown hair, no kids, good job and loved Pusha’s young ass dirty drawers. She asked Pusha was he coming back tonight because she had to work late. She was an Oakland County Court Clerk.

Nah boo, I got a lot of food on my plate, but I’ll call you, Pusha replied.

Alright, love ya, she played it off even though she was mad.

Pusha watched as she walked out the door and jumped in her Lexus. He thought about his new connect and the way things had been going. He was well up to part in the game. Bomb Threat was performing downtown at the famous Jones Industry, also Pusha’s cousins Kanyell, Kendrick, Kevin Manly and Nelly Rouser. So he had to stop at Summit Place Mall in Maxgreen to grab a