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Chapter 1 6 months earlier Come on Daddy-O, you know me. He could already feel the sweat trickling down his back and didn't know how much longer he could hold out. Daddy-O popped a handful of sunfl ower seeds in his mouth. He expertly extracted the seed using only his tongue and let the shells tumble around in his mouth until he could feel the salty bite. A thin film of sweat had begun to form on his nose. Do me this solid, and I swear I'll get you right when my check comes through. He was short and thin with braids that snaked down the back of his neck. Danny had one of those funny faces. It was kind of like he looked old, but young at the same time There was a time when Danny seemed like he had a bright future ahead of him. Though he wasn't the smartest of their little unit, he was a natural at sports. Danny played basketball for Cardinal Hayes High School and was one of the better players on the team. His jump shot needed a little fi netuning, but he had a mean handle. Danny was notorious for embarrassing his opponents with his wicked crossover. For as talented as Danny was physically, he was borderline retarded mentally. Of course not in a literal sense, but his actions made him the most dimwitted of the crew. While his school chums were content to play the roll of gangstas and watch the game from afar, Danny had to be in the thick of it. It was his fascination with the game that caused him to drop out of school in his senior year to pursue his dreams of being a real nigga , or a real nigga's sidekick. Danny was a yes-man to the boss, and under the boss is where he would earn his stripes. He didn't really have the heart of a soldier, but he was connected to some stand- up dudes, which provided him with a veil of protection. The hood knew that if you fucked with Danny, you'd have to fuck with his team. Danny looked like he wanted to say something, but a stern look from Daddy-O hushed him. Dipping his hand into the back of his pants, Danny fi shed around until he found what he was looking for. Grumbling, he handed the young man a small bag of crack. The young man examined the bag and saw that it was mostly fl ake and powder. There was a hint of anger in his voice, but he knew better than to get stupid. He be coming at niggaz sideways, and it's only on the strength of y'all that nobody ain't rocked him yet. In all truthfulness, he was nervous. He loved the rush of being in the hood with Daddy-O and the team, but didn't care for the bullshit that came with it. Anybody who's ever spent a day on the streets knows that the law of the land more often than not is violence. If you weren't ready to defend your claim, then you needed to be in the house watching UPN. The young man's eyes burned into Danny's. His voice was deep and stern, but his legs felt like spaghetti. If the kid had rushed him, Danny would have had no idea what to do. He would fi ght if forced, but it wasn't his fi rst course of action. Only when the kid had disappeared down the path did he finally force himself to relax. You know I can't have niggaz coming at my head that way. You need to respect these streets if you gonna get money in them,' Daddy-O stormed off leaving Danny there to ponder what he had said. The intense heat from the night before had spilled over to join with the morning sun and punish anyone who didn't have air conditioning, which amounted to damn near the whole hood being outside. That morning the projects were a kaleidoscope of activity. People were drinking, having water fights, and just trying to sit as still as they could in the heat. Grills were set up in front of several buildings, sending smoke signals to the hungry inhabitants. Daddy-O bopped across the courtyard between and He nodded to a few heads as he passed them, but didn't really stop to chat. It was too damn hot, and being a combination of fat and black made you a target for the sun's taunting rays. A girl wearing boy shorts and a tank- top sat on the bench enjoying an ice- cream cone. She peeked at Daddy-O from behind her pink sunglasses and drew the tip of her tongue across the top of the ice cream. In the way of being attractive, Daddy-O wasn't much to look at. He was a fi ve- eight brute with gorilla- like arms and a jaw that looked to be carved from stone. Cornrows snaked back over his large head and stopped just behind his ears. Though some joked that he had a face that only a mother could love, Daddy-O had swagger. His gear was always up, and he was swift with the gift of gab, earning him points with the ladies. Everybody in the hood knew Daddy-O. He had lived in the Frederick Douglass Houses for over twelve years at that point. He and his mother had moved there when he was seven years old. Daddy-O had lived a number of places in his life, but no place ever felt like Douglass. Daddy-O was about to head down the stairs toward when he heard his name being called. He slowed, but didn't stop walking as he turned around. Shambling from in his direction was a crackhead that they all knew as Shakes. She tried to strut in her faded high- heeled shoes, but it ended up as more of a walk- stumble. She was dressed in a black leotard that looked like it was crushing her small breasts. Shakes had been a'ight back in her day, but she didn't get the memo that losing eighty pounds and most of your front teeth killed your sex appeal. Shakes's eyes were wide and constantly scanning as if she was expecting someone to jump out on her. She stepped next to Daddy-O and whispered in his ear, 'You holding? Go see my little man in the building,' he said, in a pleasant tone. Most of the dealers in the neighborhood saw the crackheads as being something less than human and treated them as such, but not Daddy-O. Having watched his older brother and several of his other relatives succumb to one drug or another, Daddy-O understood it better than most. Cocaine and heroin were the elite of their line. Boy and Girl, as they were sometimes called, were God and Goddess to those foolish enough to be enticed by their lies. They had had the highest addiction rate, and the most cases of relapses. Daddy-O had learned early that a well-known crackhead could be more valuable to you than a member of your team, if you knew how to use them. In true crackhead form, she righted herself and tried to strut even harder. Daddy-O shook his head. There wasn't a damn thing he could call Shakes but what she was, a corpse that didn't know it was dead yet. Daddy-O continued down the stairs and past the small playground. A group of kids were dancing around in the elephant- shaped sprinkler tossing water on each other. One of them ran up on Daddy-O with a half-fi lled bowl, but a quick threat of an ass whipping sent the kid back to douse one of his friends with the water. Stopping to exchange greetings with a Puerto Rican girl he knew, Daddy-O disappeared inside the bowels of The first thing Daddy-O smelled when he stepped off the elevator was piff. Weed itself had a distinct smell, but piff was more like scorched honey. No matter how many windows you opened or how much air freshener you sprayed, if you had a good grade of haze, you couldn't hide it. Piff, haze, Barney, purp It wasn't as good as official Cali- Chronic or some of the other high- end grades of weed, but far more accessible. Daddy-O tapped softly on the door and waited. There was a shuffling of feet and the clink of the peephole as someone tried to peek through it. After getting confi rmation from someone, the bolts began to slide free. The rush of smoke that hit Daddy-O in the face was enough to make him dizzy. The entire house reeked of weed and cigarettes. Daddy-O stepped inside the house with the door slamming behind him. The young man who had opened the door for Daddy-O was tall and beanpole thin. He wore his hair in cornrows that were pressed against his head beneath his do-rag. When he smiled at Daddy-O, his sharp cheekbones threatened to pierce the skin. Daddy-O had known Sticks for a while, but he still hadn't gotten used to his cadaverous appearance. The coffee table in the middle of the living room was littered with ashtrays and loose PS2 games. Stone, who was Sticks's fraternal twin, sat on a milk crate tapping away on a joystick. He glanced once at Daddy-O then went back to his game. His opponent was a brown- skinned kid who Daddy-O only knew as Knox. Knox was a little older than the rest of them, but still hung around with the young boys when it was convenient. He had a boxed head with beady eyes that seemed to be looking everywhere at once. Knox didn't have an affi liation with any crew in particular; he just clung to whoever was holding it down. It wasn't unusual to see Knox making moves with different cats in and around the projects. As long as he stayed out of Diego's way he was cool. Much like E, Knox had managed to get on Diego's personal shit list. No one was quite sure what he did to get there, but it was common knowledge that Diego didn't like him. Whenever he would catch Knox trying to make a move, he would have Manny run him off the block. Everything Knox did had to be done in secret, and that probably explained why he was always skulking around in the shadows. Since Knox had come home from a skid bid, he had taken to spending time with E. Birds of a feather, Daddy-O reasoned. Knox had never done anything to him personally, but he knew that wherever you saw Knox you were more than likely to see E. Daddy-O stepped all the way into the apartment and, as sure as hell was hot, the devil sat at the wooden table against the wall. He has just over 1,, books in print across formats. Curtis James Jackson III born July 6, , better known by his stage name 50 Cent, is an American rapper, actor, entrepreneur, investor, record, film, and television producer. Born in the South Jamaica neighborhood of the borough of Queens, Jackson began selling drugs at age twelve during the s crack epidemic. Although he left drug-dealing to pursue a musical career, he was struck by nine bullets in a shooting. After Jackson released the compilation album Guess Who's Back? With the aid of Eminem and Dr. Dre who produced his first major-label album, Get Rich or Die Tryin' , Jackson became one of the world's best selling rappers and rose to prominence with East Coast hip hop group G-Unit which he leads de facto. Jackson had similar commercial and critical success with his second album, The Massacre, which was released in He released his fifth studio album, Animal Ambition, in and is working on his sixth studio album: Street King Immortal, scheduled for release in Bio from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Customer Reviews, including Product Star Ratings help customers to learn more about the product and decide whether it is the right product for them. Instead, our system considers things like how recent a review is and if the reviewer bought the item on Amazon. It also analyzed reviews to verify trustworthiness. Purchase options and add-ons. They were small-timers playing for low stakes - until Prince is introduced to a heroin connect. Overnight they go from soldiers to bosses, and their crew is held together by loyalty and love. But taking the reins of power comes at a high price. Now, with Diego at their back and a traitor in their midst, they find themselves between a kilo and a hard place, ready to spill blood to stay on top. Report an issue with this product or seller. Previous slide of product details. Print length. Publication date. July 12, See all details. Next slide of product details. Frequently bought together. This item: Blow. Get it as soon as Sunday, Oct Eve: A Novel. Get it as soon as Saturday, Oct Hoodlum: A Novel. Get it Oct 29 - To see our price, add these items to your cart. Try again! Added to Cart. Add all 3 to Cart. Some of these items ship sooner than the others. Show details Hide details. Choose items to buy together. Customers who viewed this item also viewed. Page 1 of 1 Start over Page 1 of 1. Previous set of slides. Mass Market Paperback. Death Before Dishonor. Nikki Turner. Black Godfather: The Black Death. Hustle Harder, Hustle Smarter. Curtis '50 Cent' Jackson. King Coopa J. Next set of slides. Animal was chosen as one of the five Best Books of and the starred pick of the month for October on Library Journal. Curtis Jackson is a record-breaking rap recording artist, entrepreneur, music producer, and actor. He is also the author of Hustle Harder, Hustle Smarter. Under the G-Unit brand, his business empire includes a record label, apparel and footwear ventures, vitamin water, and more. He created the nonprofit organization The G-Unity Foundation, which aims to better the life of urban youth. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram at 50cent. Brief content visible, double tap to read full content. Full content visible, double tap to read brief content. Help others learn more about this product by uploading a video! About the authors Follow authors to get new release updates, plus improved recommendations. Previous page. See more on the author's page. Next page. Customer reviews. How customer reviews and ratings work Customer Reviews, including Product Star Ratings help customers to learn more about the product and decide whether it is the right product for them. Learn more how customers reviews work on Amazon. Images in this review. Sort reviews by Top reviews Most recent Top reviews. Top reviews from the United States. There was a problem filtering reviews right now. Please try again later. Verified Purchase. Blow was the tale of a group of friends trying to be hood rich. Prince Decides he wants more and he go to Diego out of respect but he turns him down. Prince lucks up on a good Heroin connect and decides since Diego wont help him to advance he will do it hisself. He buts all of his boys down overnight he goes from soldier to boss and the crew is suppose to be held together to loyalty and love. But as in any crew now a days when your back is against the wall were does your loyalty lie. Prince learns the hard way that not everyone is truly built to be a hustler and in any given moment some of them will turn there back on you. I loved it! K'wan writes urban fiction like no other. People need not front on these G Unit books, the ones I have read have been off the hook! Anyways 'Blow' is the story Prince and Daddy-O 2 best friends from the Douglass Projects who were born and raised in the streets. They have there own little crew of knuckleheads who are down for whatever. Prince is running things in the projects for Diego, but Diego won't allow Prince to move up in his organization. But Prince is a born leader so he is gonna do what he has to to make that paper, with or without Diego. Betrayals, lies, snitches,murder and drugs set the streets on fire as an all out drug war erupts. Buy it. Read it. You'll love it! One person found this helpful. This is the only book by K'wan that I've ever had trouble reding; and I've read all his other work. I bought this book back in I only got thru the first chapter. I tried again in still couldn't get past chapter one. Picked it up a few days ago. I forced my way thru the first 3 chapters. But chapter 4 picked up and flew! I'm guessing since 50 Cent was part of the project maybe he wrote those first 3. All I know is at chapter 4 the story picked up, the characters became clearer nd the action had K'wan's prints so over it. Diego, Manny, Prince, Daddy-O, Killer E ,Danny and the others show you how even though you may like, or even love who are suppose to be your closest loyal allies everybody has a price. The question is: if the price is right will they sell? Read Blow and see. I did not read the book myself. I purchased it as a gift for my homeboy in the pen. He said the book was just ok. I love reading this book. It was very detailed and awesome. Great book. Not worth reading compared to his other books. Skip this one. 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