HUSSLE MAN

Hu$$le Man Pt. 16

20 Mins Later...

While the music played in the background. Cassie and I, were in the Maybach. Up the street, far from the thuddin' music, bouncin' off of houses, and the car.

Cassie swayed to Pac, in the corner of my eye. She was just as high as I was. So, I wasn't surprised. "I never heard this one. I like it."

I let out an airy chuckle and turn the volume up. "What 'chu know 'bout Pac?" I ask and nodded my head to the flow of, Baby don't cry.

"I'm tryin' to do all that I can,
from jump
Now you losin',
you was choosin' the wrong man
Dealt the wrong hand,
you was young and beautiful
Lost and turned out,
what you let that nigga do to you?"

Cassie turned to me, "A lil some.."

I clear my throat. 'She know a lil' some. Lemme' show her.'

"I knew her since elementary,
she blew a kiss to me
Wrote me a note in crayon,
wantin' to get with me
We was kids,
now she got three kids
They see their father e'ryday,
and they don't know who he is
Seen him last night,
homey roll a E-class
Mad cheese in the stash,
still a deadbeat dad
I bring her Pampers and food,
just to stop through
But those ain't my seeds,
nothin' really I could do." I finish the verse, lookin' at Cassie cheesin'.

I loved Tupac's music wit' a passion. Every song he wrote, was inspirational.

Cassie lowered the volume.
"Why you didn't tell me you could rap? Are you a rapper?" She asked.

"Nothin' new." I pull out a CD from the glove compartment and put it in her lap. "Find out and tell me what you think. I find it rather, interestin', that you're interested in Pac."

She stared into my eyes and bit her lip. We lean in slowly, until screams and yellin' were heard.

I busted out the car and ran full speed down the sidewalk. Back to the block party.

Cassie was runnin' behind and callin' out my name.

I didn't have time to stop, and hear her sobbin' bout, It's too dangerous.

Five feet away.

The Bloods, and The rollin' 60s were brawlin'. Left & Right. Nobody pulled out a gun yet. There was so much goin' on. Broads tryna escape from the scene, arguments, people speedin' down the street in cars and trucks. Police sirens rang through my ears, distance away.

I curse under my breath. I had just got outta jail and this fuckery happens.

"Fuck it." I went over and knocked this nigga out, that pushed up on me.
Anotha' one came outta nowhere wit' a jack-knife.

I jump back and swung my right fist, and hit a weak spot.

"That's all you got, cuh?" I uppercut and knee 'em in his stomach.

I hear a click.

This silver caliber, reflected off the street lamps and was aimed towards my head.

My weapon wasn't on me. It was in the car of my glove compartment.

I hear another click.

Click, after click.

In the corner of my eye. Jroc and YG, posted up wit' they guns.

I nod to my homeboys and smirk.
"Havin' enemies is a blessin."