“Whatever, Big Will, I’m not tryna hear that s**t!” Killa Tay made a nonchalant face as he waved the boss of his record company off.
“Whatever, Big Will, my ass! I’ll tell you what, you gon’ and get cho ass smoked out here. Everybody knows a dead rapper makes mo’ money than an alive one anyway,” Big Will mad dogged Killa Tay as he slipped on a pair of shades, covering up his blackened eyes. Soon after, the gangsta rapper held down the button that made his window go back up. Once he’d done this, Big Will focused his attention back on Te’Qui. “Anyway, Blood, I need you to check these mothafuckaz for me, and get it all on video so we can upload the s**t. I gotta show the world what happens when you put hands on one of mine, you feel me? I put my gangsta on the shelf once I started this label
