.RAY.
"alright fool, we need to go in and come the fuck out, get this shit over with." I sighed as we stood outside of some goon trap house down town.
"Yeah, this side of the trap dangerous as hell." Justin said, shifting his duffel back and looking around.
"Come on."
I looked both ways to make sure nobody was looking and we quickly walked through the door.
Just as I expected any typical trap house to have. weed, hoes money and music.
Justin followed closely behind me as we entered the unfamiliar place.
Eyes where on us and also a few dirty looks.
We walked a couple of more feet, but we ran into a big black buff guy, dressed all out in a black suit.
I'm assuming it was a guard.
"Hold up, where y'all niggas think y'all going?" he spoke looking down at us.
Justin looked at me and I looked at him and then down at a sheet of paper that biggie gave me with information I needed. "um, is trey here?"
"Yeah. what you need? he ain't accepting visitors right now."
"Tell him biggie sent us." Justin added.
The guard frowned. "like I said he ain't accepting no VISITORS."
I sighed. "look this is a serious deal man."
"Man if y'all don't get y'all LIL asses up outta here man." the guard said raising up his suit jacket showing us his gun.
Justin groaned. "man come on ray." he said hitting my arm.
I shook my head and turned around.
"His ole Tom Cruz lookin ass ." Justin mumbled as we walked back to the door we entered from.
"I guess we gotta wait until tomorrow."
I shook my head as we walked out. "man we gotta sell this shit to that nigga trey. or its our asses."
Justin smacked his teeth. "damn, biggie said we had to sell it to him?"
"Nah but this paper with the info got it written down, by him so actually yeah. and that nigga showed me a gun and some more shit, he ain't playing this time. if we don't get his money justin, we in HELLA trouble man."
