Heaven's Hell

The Beginning to an End

Tupac's POV

I was walking down Sunset Blvd getting ready to go see my fam. My son. His name is Chresanto August. His mom's name sounded better than mine. Nah, I didn't claim him...but everyone knew he was mines. All of a sudden, I see these guys in the alley. But I stayed cool. Niggas die everyday, but God knows that it ain't my day. I make it into the building, the apartment door where my son stays. I knock, but no one answers. I go in and there it is. My son covered in his mother's blood. The tears started to flow from my eyes and more from his. I promised him that I would take care of him and that I would get revenge on whoever did this. I called up my crew and told them to search, I turned around and BAM! Went a gun. I looked around to see who it was. I suddenly felt this sharp pain go straight through my heart. I looked down to see it was me who got shot. I looked at my son and told him to run. But then I reminded him that the west coast was now within him. He said that it would be an honor to take my duty. It's now his responsibility to take on this hardcore facility. The West Coast.

Biggie POV

Just a normal night on the Brooklyn streets. Just got finished in the studio. Now it's time to eat. My daughter and my love are back home waiting on me. I'm pretty sure that they're really hungry. God told me in a dream that tonight would be memorable. Didn't know what that meant so I packed my gats. I heard Pac died a few months back and that the same person might be out for me. Since then I've been strapped. I gave a gun to my love and had an extra for my daughter, just in case there would be a possible murder. My daughter is a beauty. 13. Her name is Jesse. Pathetic I know. But that's the first name that popped into my head when I saw her though. I drove down the street in the C class 550. Pulled up to a stoplight and saw the cops diss me. I rolled down my window and said "hey wassup officer". He said "it's your lucky night. Go ahead and get lost sucka". The light turned green and I drove away and POW POW POW! Was the last thing I heard that day. My love knows that when I die it's up to my daughter. I hope Jesse's ready for cold-hearted slaughter. The type of heart she needs to take on the East Coast. My album dropped today. I guess it was a memorable day.