Changez

•27•

I started to panic and Pac started to bug out some more.

"I would kill all these niggas, Mo. I put that on my mama.." he walked towards the roof door.

I scrambled after him and pleaded for him not to do anything stupid.

"You got so much to lose, Pac. Please don't!"

He looked at me, flared his nose and locked the roof door.

"Stay low. Shhhh." He threw his finger up to his mouth.

I silently thanked God that all he did was lock the door.

I heard someone running up the steps, soon they was kicking on the door.

"I'll break this shit down and light whoever the fuck out there on up!" He spat sounding like a ghetto ass big bad wolf.

The door started to rattle like it was finna come off the hinges.

I was scared out my ass- Pac kept his hand by his hip.

The kicking stopped. Pac raised a eyebrow.

"MOVE!" Pac yelled as he pushed me out the way while the gun blasted at the door.

I laid on the floor confused at what just happened. I heard struggling then heard the rest of the men rushing up to see what the shots were about.

"Didn't I tell you to keep it the fuck down! You gonna blow our goddamn-"
I finally gained enough consciousness to sit up and see that Pac was holding his nine to the guy's neck.

"Good evening, punk bitches." Pac spoke.

"Shit!" One of the men swore.

"That's exactly what you just stepped in, bruh! Drop them gats." Pac ordered.

They did as they were told. I was confused as to why they didn't just ambush us- they must've already been nervous because of Tupac's energy.

"What the fuck did y'all niggas expect?!" He barked.

No longer scared, I got up, walked over to where the guns were on the floor, picked one up, and pointed it at them.

"Mo, what you doing?" Pac asked.

"Regulating..." I shrugged.

"Impressive." He did a nod of approval.

"Why, thank you." I smiled.

"Now back to you sleezy ass niggas. Why the fuck y'all here?!"

The men clenched their jaws and looked at eachother,  visibly shook.

"Y'all niggas better get to talkin." I spoke up as I cocked the tech (something I learned from watching Scarface.)

Pac looked at me and smiled.

"Suge... He applyin pressure, man. He told us that there was mad loot in your uncle's crib, man." One of them answered.

"Mad loot... in my dead uncle's home... are y'all niggas stupid or dumb? Why the fuck would there be money here? The nigga ain't alive no more. Any cheddar that was up in this bitch is long gone by now. I've had enough of y'all niggas coming for me and my folks just cuz that big bitch Suge told y'all to. Where the fuck y'all morals go? I oughta rinse this nine into all of y'all fuckin skulls!" Pac spat as he pistol whipped the nigga he once held.