*sweet enters his house filled with grove members*

Sweet: Alright Grove street, hit me up, Whats been going down in the hood? It better be good news.

Ryder: Its all been written down yo. Our boys are still out there working. *Passes a sheet of paper with a written down list*

Sweet: *Reading*. Graffiti tagging, done. Ballar drive by, done. Vago gang vehicle stolen and sold, done. Sold over 10,000$ worth of weapons and drugs, done. The only thing we haven't completed yet is collected our protection money from local shops. I am impressed. Its been the best progress we have ever gotten done in one day. Good work homies. How the fat man doing out there?

Ryder: Call the n***** up man, I never know what kind of crazy s*** he gets himself into dog.

Sweet: Ryder, your job is to keep an eye out for every single mothef***** out there risking their lifes. Last thing we really need is one screw up and the cops will be all over our black @sses.

Ryder: Dang man, you gotta stop giving me a hard time and s***. Chill out. You know how loyal I am to the game.

Sweet: Thats not the point. Keep your eyes and ears out in the streets and not on the weed homie. Its called being responsible and in control.

Ryder: Yea Whatever...

Sweet: I am serious Ryder, you better recognize reality soon or you'll be sleeping seven feet deep down having a bullet in your head with your name on it by some baller fool.

*Grove runs in*

Grove: Yo sweet, we got ourselves a brawl outside in Willow field. They got us by surprise and we need some backup now.

Sweet: Ryder, get your @ss up, we're rolling.

*Few second pause*

Sweet: LETS MOVE!!!