.45.
“Simple. I’mma go talk to the cat,” G-money said, checking the magazine on his gun. “Either he’s going to lead us in the right direction to get some bomb work, or we gon post up across the street from his block.”
“They don’t do the block thing too much out here. These niggaz be having the trap houses poppin,” Knowledge informed G-money.
“I don’t give a fuck how they make their money.Bottom line is I want in,” G-money said as he and his crew made their exit, only leaving behind two soldiers, so they could serve any customers that showed up at the hotel.
* * * *
“Yeah we shot that whole shit up,” Bumpy boasted, as he studied his hand.
“You think them city niggaz got the message?” Roy asked, as he poured himself a shot of Bacardi 151.
“I guess, because they ain’t pumping out of that apartment no more,” Bumpy said, throwing out a card.
As Roy went to count his team’s books, he noticed two cars and a mini van pull up back to back.
“Looks like we got company,” Roy announced, as he stood and grabbed his p89 from off the table. Bumpy, and the two other men who stood at the table, quickly cocked their weapons and stood in front of Roy.
G-money and Skip slid out of the Benz while Knowledge, Suge, and the rest of the goons stayed put.
“I’m looking for Roy,” G-money said politely.
“Why? What’s the play?” Bumpy asked, with a pistol in each hand.
“Are you Roy?” G-money asked.
“It doesn’t…”
“Well then shut the fuck up,” G-money said, cutting the ugly man off.
Bumpy took a step closer, then decided to stay his distance when he saw Skip’s hand inch toward his waistband.
“How can I help you gentlemen?” Roy asked, stepping forward.
“I’m G-money and this is my home boy Skip. If it’s not a problem, I would like to have a word with you alone, if that’s okay.”
“No problem. Just let my man pat you down real quick,” Roy replied in a smooth tone. Immediately, Bumpy removed Gmoney’s .45 from his waist.
“What’s on ya mind?” Roy asked, placing his p89 in the small of his back as the two stepped out of ear range.
“Well it’s like this,” G-money began. “I know you running a smooth operation and I’m not trying to interferewith any of that. I’m just trying to get in where I fit in, youdig?”
“I hear you bro. But I’m telling you now, this town ain’t big enough for both of our crews,” Roy said with little emotion.
“I agree. That’s why I’m here to ask you for a favor.”
“What kind of favor?” Roy raised an eyebrow.
“Well as you can tell, me and my crew is from New York,” G-money paused momentarily. “Basically, I would like for you to introduce me to your connect, if that’s nota problem. You introduce me, I take the work back to New York, andyou never see me again. But if I can’t find a connect, then you just gonna have to do what you gotta do cause we ain’t leaving this bitch empty handed,” G-money said in a determined tone.
Roy chuckled. “I admire your courage. Most people wouldn’t have the balls to do some wild, cowboy shit like this. So I’m gonna tell you what I’m going to do for you,” he paused. “Since my connect lives in upstate New York, I’m going to call her and ask if she ever heard of a G-money and if she would consider doing business with you. If she says cool, then you good, but if she say it’s a no go, then I’m going to blow your head off,” Roy said calmly as he pulled his p89 from the small of his back. “And my goon squad will take care of therest of your crew.”
G-money was about to come back with a slick remark, but when 30 men came running out of the apartment that he and Roy stood in front of, all carrying choppers, he held on to his thoughts. Immediately, two of the gun men aimedtheir A.K. 47’s at G-money face, while the rest of the shooters quickly unarmed Skip and surrounded the vehicles.
Roy shot G-money a good luck glance as he pulled out his cell phone and stepped off
“Simple. I’mma go talk to the cat,” G-money said, checking the magazine on his gun. “Either he’s going to lead us in the right direction to get some bomb work, or we gon post up across the street from his block.”
“They don’t do the block thing too much out here. These niggaz be having the trap houses poppin,” Knowledge informed G-money.
“I don’t give a fuck how they make their money.Bottom line is I want in,” G-money said as he and his crew made their exit, only leaving behind two soldiers, so they could serve any customers that showed up at the hotel.
* * * *
“Yeah we shot that whole shit up,” Bumpy boasted, as he studied his hand.
“You think them city niggaz got the message?” Roy asked, as he poured himself a shot of Bacardi 151.
“I guess, because they ain’t pumping out of that apartment no more,” Bumpy said, throwing out a card.
As Roy went to count his team’s books, he noticed two cars and a mini van pull up back to back.
“Looks like we got company,” Roy announced, as he stood and grabbed his p89 from off the table. Bumpy, and the two other men who stood at the table, quickly cocked their weapons and stood in front of Roy.
G-money and Skip slid out of the Benz while Knowledge, Suge, and the rest of the goons stayed put.
“I’m looking for Roy,” G-money said politely.
“Why? What’s the play?” Bumpy asked, with a pistol in each hand.
“Are you Roy?” G-money asked.
“It doesn’t…”
“Well then shut the fuck up,” G-money said, cutting the ugly man off.
Bumpy took a step closer, then decided to stay his distance when he saw Skip’s hand inch toward his waistband.
“How can I help you gentlemen?” Roy asked, stepping forward.
“I’m G-money and this is my home boy Skip. If it’s not a problem, I would like to have a word with you alone, if that’s okay.”
“No problem. Just let my man pat you down real quick,” Roy replied in a smooth tone. Immediately, Bumpy removed Gmoney’s .45 from his waist.
“What’s on ya mind?” Roy asked, placing his p89 in the small of his back as the two stepped out of ear range.
“Well it’s like this,” G-money began. “I know you running a smooth operation and I’m not trying to interferewith any of that. I’m just trying to get in where I fit in, youdig?”
“I hear you bro. But I’m telling you now, this town ain’t big enough for both of our crews,” Roy said with little emotion.
“I agree. That’s why I’m here to ask you for a favor.”
“What kind of favor?” Roy raised an eyebrow.
“Well as you can tell, me and my crew is from New York,” G-money paused momentarily. “Basically, I would like for you to introduce me to your connect, if that’s nota problem. You introduce me, I take the work back to New York, andyou never see me again. But if I can’t find a connect, then you just gonna have to do what you gotta do cause we ain’t leaving this bitch empty handed,” G-money said in a determined tone.
Roy chuckled. “I admire your courage. Most people wouldn’t have the balls to do some wild, cowboy shit like this. So I’m gonna tell you what I’m going to do for you,” he paused. “Since my connect lives in upstate New York, I’m going to call her and ask if she ever heard of a G-money and if she would consider doing business with you. If she says cool, then you good, but if she say it’s a no go, then I’m going to blow your head off,” Roy said calmly as he pulled his p89 from the small of his back. “And my goon squad will take care of therest of your crew.”
G-money was about to come back with a slick remark, but when 30 men came running out of the apartment that he and Roy stood in front of, all carrying choppers, he held on to his thoughts. Immediately, two of the gun men aimedtheir A.K. 47’s at G-money face, while the rest of the shooters quickly unarmed Skip and surrounded the vehicles.
Roy shot G-money a good luck glance as he pulled out his cell phone and stepped off
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