Post by $avage Life on Apr 10, 2012 19:42:58 GMT -5
$Kane$
-The building along the sides of the streets zoomed as the black Elegant moved through traffic. In the backseat was none other than K.D. Kane accompanied by B.J., the driver transporting them from ‘Blastin’ Fool Records.” The small glass of Hennessy and Coca-Cola was slightly shifted around before a gulp was taken down by Kane.-
B.J.: “Dem boi’s takin’ off homie, they gonna be makin’ serious bank afta while.”
-A small nod was given by Kane before responding. “Yea, dey goin’ hard. Dey deserve it, a nigga gotta make a way out dis madness.”-
B.J.: “Speakin’ on dat. Dat lil situation wit da kings was fucked up. Heard da muthafucka’s dat did it slaughtered da whole spot, even some cat’s dat was scopin’ da place. Shit Kane, twenty-five thousand pills an a couple thou ain’t worth all dis drama homie. Da muthafucka’s gonna pay fo dat shit.”
-Kane remained silent as his old-friend continued to rant on about the event but it struck Kane on the curious side. How did B.J. know how much drugs were missing from the stash house, or even about the crew that was casing the place? He hadn't discussed any of this with B.J. so this made no sense at all. Some shit didn’t add up but it would all come out in due time. Another mouth-full of alcohol was taken down before Kane finally speaks “Indeed homie, a muthafucka gonna pay.” His mind had been juggling so many things for the past couple of weeks that it was literally driving him mad. " Pull dat youngin' off dat meet. an put him on dat otha thing. We gonna make dat our main priority now." It was obvious who he was talking about so there wasn't any hesitation from B.J. as he flips out his cellphone and makes the call while their vehicle continues to cruise through traffic, heading towards Ganton.-e-
-The building along the sides of the streets zoomed as the black Elegant moved through traffic. In the backseat was none other than K.D. Kane accompanied by B.J., the driver transporting them from ‘Blastin’ Fool Records.” The small glass of Hennessy and Coca-Cola was slightly shifted around before a gulp was taken down by Kane.-
B.J.: “Dem boi’s takin’ off homie, they gonna be makin’ serious bank afta while.”
-A small nod was given by Kane before responding. “Yea, dey goin’ hard. Dey deserve it, a nigga gotta make a way out dis madness.”-
B.J.: “Speakin’ on dat. Dat lil situation wit da kings was fucked up. Heard da muthafucka’s dat did it slaughtered da whole spot, even some cat’s dat was scopin’ da place. Shit Kane, twenty-five thousand pills an a couple thou ain’t worth all dis drama homie. Da muthafucka’s gonna pay fo dat shit.”
-Kane remained silent as his old-friend continued to rant on about the event but it struck Kane on the curious side. How did B.J. know how much drugs were missing from the stash house, or even about the crew that was casing the place? He hadn't discussed any of this with B.J. so this made no sense at all. Some shit didn’t add up but it would all come out in due time. Another mouth-full of alcohol was taken down before Kane finally speaks “Indeed homie, a muthafucka gonna pay.” His mind had been juggling so many things for the past couple of weeks that it was literally driving him mad. " Pull dat youngin' off dat meet. an put him on dat otha thing. We gonna make dat our main priority now." It was obvious who he was talking about so there wasn't any hesitation from B.J. as he flips out his cellphone and makes the call while their vehicle continues to cruise through traffic, heading towards Ganton.-e-