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Big Meat stood outside his Bentley smoking a Cuban cigar, smoke wafting around him and obscuring his face. There was an ear-bud in his ear. His head was on a swivel as he took in his surroundings, wondering when Flocka was going to come driving up. He blew smoke out of his mouth and pulled back his sleeve, displaying his Movado watch. Once he glanced at the time, he lowered his arm at his side and continued puffing his cigar, blowing out smoke rings.
“Come on, cocksucka, show your face, so I can have my guys blow you away.” Big Meat said to himself as he continued to indulge in his cigar. He glanced over his right and left shoulder, seeing his killaz lurking in the shadows with AK-47s. He gave the head killa a nod and he returned the gesture. He then focused his attention on the tra
