Tupac Lives [COMPLETED]

11. Now you just playin me

Tupac's P.o.v

I know Dis might be sad.... But I don't give a fuck. I was Happy as hell when Alaya said she quit her job, and then she said she sold her house...I was bout to start shoutin.

"Umm, I don't think I can do that." She said in her lil soft voice. "Well, why not, you ain't got nun to stay for no mo." I headed upstairs to my bed.

"I just can't, and who said I even forgave you for what happened? I pictured her lookin mad. "Come on now baby doll, now you just playin me." I jumped on my bed.

"Oh. Kinda like how you played me." She said quietly. "Yo, what?! Don't do det bull shit, I'm sick of these games, I love you girl and I want you here, whether you like it or not! I lit a blunt.

I honestly didnt mean for it to come out like dat. Alaya ain't say nun for a while. "Called it! Jazlyn said in da background.

"Alaya...is you gon say sum or..." I was getting real antsy. "Sorry, umm. You love me? She questioned. I swear Dis is not the way I planned for her to find out. "Hell yea, you got a brother over here wantin to cry, da way you left me." I exhaled the smoke.

"Mhm."

"So is you comin back to me or what? Ion know how much longer I can make it without seein yo pretty face."

The truth is... I think I was goin crazy over Dis girl, since she left...I had wrote at least 10 rhymes about her.. Its weird how a girl can come in yo life and change yo whole mind set. I know I said I wasn't gon take her from her life... But I need her..
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Alaya's P.o.v

At this point...ima be honest, I was really missing Pac, and I'm starting to realize I should've let him explain before I just left. Now here he is on the phone, basically begging me to come back..

"Pac, I'm gonna call you ba-"

"Nah, if you gotta make a decision.. Make it while I'm on da phone." he said bluntly. I could tell he was getting frustrated. To be honest, I was too.

"What should I do? I whispered to Jazlyn, who had gotten into a cartoon on the TV. "huh? Bruh what you talking about? She said without looking away from the TV.

"Pac wants me to come back to Cuba. should I.... But what about you? I asked Jazlyn. "Ha. I knew this was gonna happen. Bitch you ain't leavin me, if you moving to Cuba so am I... I told you to sell yo house for a reason, we finna dip out this bitch!" She did a little dance.

"You comin back? I could hear the smile in his voice. "Yea...." I said awkwardly. I was actually really happy, but I didnt want him to know. "A'ight, call me when you board a plane." He laughed.

"Ok." I smiled.
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Tupac's P.o.v

As soon and she hung up..

"Yes! Fuck yea, dats what I'm talkin bout! I screamed, jumping and jiggin on ma bed. I was hype as hell. Im just Happy my girl comin back. No words can fucking explain!

I folded up all da rhymes I wrote about Alaya and stuffed em in my weed drawer.  I was in the middle of jumping on my bed when my phone rang. It was Suge....

"Yo, wassup wit it." I answered.

"Pac, we got sum business to discuss."

"Man, Suge I told you that I don't mess wit Death row no mo. I'm done wit dat gang shit."

"Tupac, you know I like you nigga, but as long as you alive, you belong to Death Row." He laughed.

"Yo, what is you talkin bout? What da fuck is Dis bout? I felt the vains poppin out my forehead.

"I found some.. Lyrics in da studio... From 96, I want you to record them."

"Nigga what? Hell no. Its ma shit... And I ain't recordin nun fa y'all asses.... Eva! Suge laughed again.

"What the fuck is funny, big mouth nigga?!
I was gettin real fed up, I dont know what the hell he gettin at, but ima whoop his fat ass.

"Maybe we can discuss this.... In person, I am outside after all."

I hung up the phone and dipped down stairs. "Fucking bitch." He was outside, at my fucking door. I opened the door and Dis nigga was standin there in a red suit.

"Fuck you want!?  He shoved a piece of paper in my hands. It was a rhyme from 96, I wrote it the night I "died".

Dis Thugs Dream

When I was a child I was livin wild, tryna take care of my ma, but she was driftin away, farther than I could reach, dis life ain't sum a teacher can teach.. Just a mistake dat a black brother like me livin. I feel like I'm cursed, Dis burden I was givin. Wounds dat will never heal, I struggled tryna get ma sister a meal.
Later on I thought I had it goin on, there's no honesty in da game, some things will never change. I'll be waitin on a blessin from da Lord but all I can see is me enterin heavens doors.. Everything is not as it seems but you can trust and beleive dat this life wasn't Dis thugs dream...

"Where da fuck you find Dis at? This nigga really tryna force me to record some shit..from 96?

"even if I recorded you can't do shit wit it, I'm dead, remember?

"I know that silly nigga. It'll be titled, Makaveli: Part 2, these niggas would go crazy, and its not like I won't pay you Tupac."  He walked into my crib without my permission.

"Nigga you listen to me, I ain't apart of Dis shit no mo.. leave da rhyme but you can bounce."  I put the paper in my shorts.

"Ok. Ok.." Suge walked towards the door. "But Pac, one more thing." I let out a loud ass breath. "What?! I turned around.

Suge pulled out a gun.

pop pop pop pop!
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OH SHIT!!, my mans den got shot😭