Me And My Girlfriend.

19.

On January 16, 1979 a legend was born. She still remains alive through her music and fans. Although she's not here anymore we still believe in her music and will be quick to clap at anyone who tries to disrespect her in any kind of way, lol. Today she would've been 37 years old, and she is probably celebrating another good year up above, in peace.
This chapter goes out to that special lady Aaliyah Haughton aka Babygirl, Queen A., Liyah, Lili.
This chapter into a birthday chapter, and she probably really won't be in here the whole chapter. I might update later on again.
Back at this gangsta ish..
Thanks for reading ♥

Tupac,

Awoken by the sudden sound of my phone ringing. I rolled over towards my night stand and yanked it off the stranger, Furious that people interrupting my sleep.

"You reached my voicemail."

"Nigga, stop playing and getcho ass ova' here this is an urgent emergency. Code nine."

"Fuck you mean Code nine."

"We found the person stealing the supplies and we all wanted to know what you wanted us to do to em. "

"I'm on my way."

"Aight, boss."

I hanged up the phone, sighing.

For the past month somebody has been stealing supplies from me and we finally found out who that person was and whoever it was, was about it to get delt with since he playing with my emotion and my money. I don't be going on business trips for nothing. Only reason I go on them, is to make deals and trades with the top kingpins in each city.
I was cool with each one I visited over the past couple of months.  As long as we didn't cross each others boundaries, we were cool.

I quickly got up throwing on my black sweats and a tank top while getting my coat putting it on after just in case it was cold outside; you know nigga's can't stand the cold. Grabbing my Nike's putting them on and getting my car keys. I was out of the house ready to see what shit I had to fuck up now.

Once I pulled up towards the trap I got out after parking and walked towards the building as I seen Shawn outside watching over it.

I watched towards him nodding my head at him and he opened the door.

"Hey boss."

I didnt respond, I ain't have time to talk. Walking into the building, I went straight to the basement and was met by a bunch of my goons as they stand over whoever they held while saying threats to him as he pleaded.

"Aye." I called for them to stop.

They all stopped once I caught their full attention as they all gave him some room while Jermaine stayed close to him just in case he tried something.

Our little friend was in a chair all tied up with a bag over his head while he pleaded for his life.

"Cigg." I demanded and Tina quickly handed me one.

I lit it up with a dark chuckle. "Remove the bag off of em."

Jermaine quickly snatched the bag off of him and I was met by a brusied face Shawn.

I chuckled once more in surprise. "You big lip motherfucka."

"Man Pac, I'm sorry. This is all a set up man. I ain't do shit. Just let me go and I ain't never gone come back or be in yo face. " Shawn pleaded.

"Why should I? Clearly nigga's like you think Pac is a joke, and if I show you my true colors you gone know not to ever mess with a nigga like me." I spat with full anger.