Cool and calmly, Te’Qui addressed Mann, “My nigga, the next time you open them fat ass lips, I’ma blow yo’ entire fuckin’ head off yo’ shoulders. Do we have an understandin’?”
“Uhn huh,” Mann said with a mouthful of shotgun.
“Good.” Te’Qui took the shotgun from out of his mouth and whipped out his Glock again. “Alright, f**k-niggaz, this is exactly what I want y’all to say…”
Te’Qui recorded the fools lying on their stomachs apologizing to Hood Rich Records and Killa Tay. He then recovered all of the jewelry and money they’d stolen from off of Killa Tay. Next, he took the dead faces they had on them and all of the drugs they had in the house, including the kilo Half Dead had stashed inside of the speaker box.
He was going to call an ambulance for them niggaz, but once he heard Twelve’s
