Do these petty nobodies really think that black paint and shadows can keep them hidden away?

If the alleyway was inconspicuous to the middle-class mother of two who has to walk past to get to the shops, to the man in sunglasses, it stuck out like a neon sign was showing him the way.

Lecrae and Little had chosen to mess with the wrong people this time – there’s no room for a couple of Robin Hoods in a city ruled by money. Dodgy dealing and extortion might be OK for the big men, but after all, they’re the one’s who make the rules.

People seem to think that money is paper and coins. Wrong. In Hollywood, money is the A-Lister who turns a clichéd script into a blockbuster. In a hospital, money is a new strain of disease, that makes a budget increase essential.

For the man in sunglasses, money was the man that Tammy Lecrae shot in the back of the head.