“That’s right. I’m willing to tell you who that other man was with me, too.” T.J. told him. He then looked to Big Will and said, “The same nigga smoked yo’ uncle, the old head. Drama.”
“Drama’s dead? Bullshit!” Big Will pulled out his cell phone and hit up his uncle. He called that nigga three times but his jack kept going to voice mail. Having grown angry and frustrated, he put his cell phone back inside of his suit.
“I got proof. I can let chu see it. It’s in my pocket.” T.J. told him, waiting for him to give him the okay to pull out his proof. T.J. wasn’t about to pull out Te’Qui’s cellular and risk getting his ass smoked. f**k that! He knew he had to handle the situation delicately.
Big Will nodded to T.J., letting him know it was okay for him to give him whatever he had in his poss
