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nigga," I said as he nodded in agreement.
We ran it for a lil minute then I had to go meet up wit' the teams to get shit I play.
*45 minutes later*
"Yo what took so long we gotta get to this money?" Dyme asked as I walked in the warehouse.
"Had to shake this car that was trailing me then stopped by Luke crib," I reply dapping him.
"Marco and Rook got everybody in the back meeting room waiting on you," he said leading the way.
I could hear light chatter coming from the room as we approached. I knew they all wanted to know what was going on and why their leader was gone, but they'll know soon. We walked in the room and the smell of weed was strong as hell in the atmosphere.
"Who blazing?" I asked looking around.
"My fault boss, I forgot," young nigga name Joc replied putting the blunt out.
One thing we don't tolerate is smoking before or during a meeting. We expect clear and sober minds so they can take in any information that may be valuable to them in these streets. I take the blunt from him and dispose of it as I make my way to the head of the room where Marco and Rook stood.
"Profits from the two bricks I took last night plus interest," Rook handed me a duffle bag containing over fifty grand.
"Respect lil nigga, always 'bout ya business," I dapped him.
"Fa'sho business always come first, play time for the birds. So what this meeting about?" he asked.
"Some of you may or may not know that Killa is leaving the game soon, and he decided to make some changes," I began.
"That mean he leaving permenantly or he still gone be around?" Danny asked.
"He leaving Louisiana, but he'll still be an asset in the game. OG gotta leave the limelight and live happily with the wife ya know," I chuckled.
"So who gon' take his position 'cause I ain't going under the control of some new random nigga that don't know how we make moves?" Prince asked.
"You know Killa would never put a random nigga in his spot, 'specially not when he just gained complete control of the Northeast," I said.
"Aight so who is this cat, and where Luke and Chino? I mean them niggas just disappeared like it wasn't shit," Bone asked.
"Yea and who these niggas on the East we keep hearing 'bout? What kinda shit got going on Legz?" Tim chimed in.
Immediately loud chatter rose throughout the room as everybody tried to come up with logical answers to their own questions. This was the only thing I hated about not having Khyia at big meetings like this 'cause these lil niggas didn't know how to shut up unless she was jumping down they damn throats or threatening they asses. I hate getting outta character with muhfuckas that knew better than to speak outta turn like this.
"Aye! Shut the fuck up and let me talk in this bitch or I swear bodies gon' get to droppin'!" I yelled.
Silence fell over the room as they all focused on me. I finally felt a real sense of authority when I got they attention.
"Now as I was saying. Killa leaving the game and he put me, Chi, and Luke in charge of the business. Chi had to leave so that leaves me in Killa's position which means I now control 90% of the Northeast and Luke got the other 5% Killa had while Chi took his portion to Houston," I explained. "As far as these Eastside niggas, I-"
"It's some niggas from Atlanta," Slim cut in.
"How you know them?" I asked.
"My brother Chris told me about 'em a few days ago, say they related to this nigga named Lux or some shit. Anyway, he got murdered a few weeks ago in his crib now them niggas out for blood," he said.
When he said Atlanta then Lux name came outta his mouth, I already knew what was up just like I know me, Luke, and the teams gotta stay on our toes before shit decide to pop off.
"He tell you anything else 'bout these niggas?" I asked.
"Nah, just tol' me to make sho' I watch my back out 'chea on these streets," he replied as I nodded.
"Shit I heard them
We ran it for a lil minute then I had to go meet up wit' the teams to get shit I play.
*45 minutes later*
"Yo what took so long we gotta get to this money?" Dyme asked as I walked in the warehouse.
"Had to shake this car that was trailing me then stopped by Luke crib," I reply dapping him.
"Marco and Rook got everybody in the back meeting room waiting on you," he said leading the way.
I could hear light chatter coming from the room as we approached. I knew they all wanted to know what was going on and why their leader was gone, but they'll know soon. We walked in the room and the smell of weed was strong as hell in the atmosphere.
"Who blazing?" I asked looking around.
"My fault boss, I forgot," young nigga name Joc replied putting the blunt out.
One thing we don't tolerate is smoking before or during a meeting. We expect clear and sober minds so they can take in any information that may be valuable to them in these streets. I take the blunt from him and dispose of it as I make my way to the head of the room where Marco and Rook stood.
"Profits from the two bricks I took last night plus interest," Rook handed me a duffle bag containing over fifty grand.
"Respect lil nigga, always 'bout ya business," I dapped him.
"Fa'sho business always come first, play time for the birds. So what this meeting about?" he asked.
"Some of you may or may not know that Killa is leaving the game soon, and he decided to make some changes," I began.
"That mean he leaving permenantly or he still gone be around?" Danny asked.
"He leaving Louisiana, but he'll still be an asset in the game. OG gotta leave the limelight and live happily with the wife ya know," I chuckled.
"So who gon' take his position 'cause I ain't going under the control of some new random nigga that don't know how we make moves?" Prince asked.
"You know Killa would never put a random nigga in his spot, 'specially not when he just gained complete control of the Northeast," I said.
"Aight so who is this cat, and where Luke and Chino? I mean them niggas just disappeared like it wasn't shit," Bone asked.
"Yea and who these niggas on the East we keep hearing 'bout? What kinda shit got going on Legz?" Tim chimed in.
Immediately loud chatter rose throughout the room as everybody tried to come up with logical answers to their own questions. This was the only thing I hated about not having Khyia at big meetings like this 'cause these lil niggas didn't know how to shut up unless she was jumping down they damn throats or threatening they asses. I hate getting outta character with muhfuckas that knew better than to speak outta turn like this.
"Aye! Shut the fuck up and let me talk in this bitch or I swear bodies gon' get to droppin'!" I yelled.
Silence fell over the room as they all focused on me. I finally felt a real sense of authority when I got they attention.
"Now as I was saying. Killa leaving the game and he put me, Chi, and Luke in charge of the business. Chi had to leave so that leaves me in Killa's position which means I now control 90% of the Northeast and Luke got the other 5% Killa had while Chi took his portion to Houston," I explained. "As far as these Eastside niggas, I-"
"It's some niggas from Atlanta," Slim cut in.
"How you know them?" I asked.
"My brother Chris told me about 'em a few days ago, say they related to this nigga named Lux or some shit. Anyway, he got murdered a few weeks ago in his crib now them niggas out for blood," he said.
When he said Atlanta then Lux name came outta his mouth, I already knew what was up just like I know me, Luke, and the teams gotta stay on our toes before shit decide to pop off.
"He tell you anything else 'bout these niggas?" I asked.
"Nah, just tol' me to make sho' I watch my back out 'chea on these streets," he replied as I nodded.
"Shit I heard them
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