Me And My Girlfriend.

23.

~ Hello fellow readers! I was Supposed to have updated this like two days ago for Biggie aka Christopher Wallace. But yeah..
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Tupac,

"What the fuck is this?" I asked with gritted teeth as I clenched my jaw together.

"I-It's what y-you asked-" He stuttered not making eye contact with me.

"Shaba shaba boom." I laughed. "Nigga, what the fuck you tryna' say? Get it out and stop stuttering like a child."

"It's what ya' asked for Pac." He nervously said trying not to stumble on his words.

I chuckled in his face and grabbed the duffel bag full of pounds of cocaine, unzipping it and grabbing one of the pounds out and I gestured for someone to get me an knife, once I got one, I cut a little hole into the bag just enough for some to coke out of the bag. Once some got out, I took my pointer finger and put it in the full blown cocaine that laid on the table, I put the finger in my mouth and tasted it. I didn't get any type of high real quick like I thought it would've done. I nodded towards Omar to come here, he followed my demand.

"Taste this," I demanded.

He did the same as me, and dipped his finger in the coke and stuck it in his mouth.

"You taste something?" I looked at him with the raise of my eyebrow.

He shook his head. "Nah, this shit don't taste like nanthin'."

I chuckled. "So please enlighten me on what the hell this is Saint."

I said to one of the workers that worked for, Zero, a man who I had been in trade deals with for quite some time now, maybe even when I had first started this business with Anthony. He wasn't much of an dangerous guy as Levar unless you brought him to the point where he had to be, he was the type to chill and let everything fall in place before his eyes and he was cool with everyone in the business, if you needed something, he got you and what you needed on deck.

"I'll return it and get what you wanted." He said grabbing the duffel bags.

"Aight. Tell Ze to hit me up on this next trade. " I continued. "Your dismissed."

I watched as he got up, collecting the duffel bags and he left the room. Looking at my rolex watch and I saw that it was five going on six, I grabbed my phone to see whether or not Aaliyah had called me which she would always do since it was the time when she was getting off and she wanted me to pick her up or she was either on break. Once I looked at my phone to see that I had no calls from her, but other phone calls from people I wasn't worried about at the moment, I raised my eyebrow in surprisement, but shrugged it off and settled on the thought of going there later just in case she was sick or something like that.

I got up from the meeting table, full of other chairs but mines in the front. I heard a bunch of commotion and loud music from down stairs in the basement. Starting to walk downstairs to where everybody was at, I walked in to see everybody going wild and crazy like it was two chicks fighting in the street.

"What the fuck y'all do-"

I stopped what i was going to say oncw I realized what was going on.

"Money, hoes, and clothes
Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows. Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes. Watching the stash grow, clocking the cashflow." He rapped, starting his freestyle.