Poetic Monaé • Tupac Shakur

Chapter 118

*super Mario voice* "HERE WE GOOO"

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|Monaé's P.O.V|

"-They thought you was a WHAT?!" Pac exclaimed in amusement with his hand balled into a fist covering his mouth, busting out laughing as we watched a shirtless, distraught kadafi try to ramble and explain himself. This nigga always gettin into some fuckshitttttt!....thats why I'm more then glad him and that dumb fool Caine ain't together 24/7, coz some accidental deaths would be takin place!. Word to THAT.

"THEY THOUGHT I WAS A STRIPPER YO!!" He exclaimed in disgust once again, I swear to you there was five seconds of pure silence before the hysterical laughter from the crew broke out and filled the vehicle.

"Bro they tore off my shit like a bunch of animals yo!!!" He exclaimed feeling clearly violated of his manhood as I couldn't help but cry of laughter. Bet he can wonder what it's like being a woman. I felt heated like this when puffy tried to claim he hit it!!! I'll kill that might with my bare hands.

"You let the golden girls strip you down I'm cryyynnnnn!!" i holla as I dap fatal in a celebratory fashion. What a funny dude I swear.

"You ah straight clown I can't witchu!" napoleon cried from the front seat as he laughed his ass off like the rest of us, kadafis unamused face just making it a whole lot funnier.

"Y'all are some rude ass niggas..move" kadafi cursed kissing his teeth as he climbed back into the vehicle, brushing us out of his way as we hollered and pushed him over his misfortune. He shrugged us off and kissed his teeth

"...Well I hope you atleast got some directions nigga" fatal exclaimed hysterically eliminating the second of silence that had filled the space, making us die even more! Resulting in kadafi hurling an empty coke can at his bald ass head as he tried to swerve it.

"Of course I did nigga. Y'all are too fuckin much" kadafi ended up giving in and laughed, Tupac putting his arm around him as they laughed and playfully rough housed each-other. I swear they really like brothers and coz Tupac don't hardly trust nobody...I'm glad he's got us uno.

I happily smiled to myself as I embraced the moment. Now this the little things I live for...
I hate seeing my man stressed and that's all that's been happening.

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|Monaé's P.O.V|

"How y'all feeling tonight?! " I screamed into the mic, being the first to perform out of our crew before we came on to perform our new diss track. Although we perform all together as deathrow most times anyway.

"If you're a hip hop head I wanna hear you screeeeaaammm!" I called out, receiving loud screams from the crowd. But not loud enough...

"I don't think y'all heard me.." I trailed off as I paced the stage eagerly.

"I said if you're a hip-hop head I wanna hear you -motherfuckin- screaaaaammm!" I repeated myself, doubling the loudness of the crowd as I absorbed the energy.