I grew up in a poor section of Queens, but that doesn't mean I don't understand and appreciate art. So I managed to escape the projects and the weed smoke for a second. I was heading to the studio.
So I pull up in my Honda and get out to grab my bag sitting in the trunk.
While I was digging for my bag, a black Benz pulled up and I can hear the song "I Get Around" screaming from inside of the car. The door swung open and a cloud of smoke followed. It was 2pac and he was carrying a bag as well.
So I'm sort of star struck because me and Hav didn't even have a deal or an album out at this point. Pac is reaching for something under his shirt, I guess he thought I was there to rob him or something. "What you reaching for? I'm a fan," I said. "*****, I've been coming to this dance studio for 2 years, I ain't never seen a ***** in here," Pac said. I had to explain to Pac I was a skilled ballerina. "Nah, *****, I got skills, " I told Pac.
So Pac was laughing at me for a second, his bodyguards frisked me. They checked my bag and saw that I was serious. "Show me what you got nigga," Pac said. So me and Pac square off in the middle of the dance floor and one of the trainers cued the music from the Nutcracker. So I stand up on my toes and leap into the air, Pac's mouth dropped. "Damn, nigga, you really are nice."
When Pac started dancing I knew I had lost. Pac was spinning around the room, I never seen a ***** from the hood move so elegantly.
When we were finished Pac gave me his number and told me to hit him up if he ever wanted to square up again.
So I just came out of a McDonalds. I was dolo, but I was really hungry and had to get a Big Mac to calm my nerves. I'm walking down the street, then I see this fine shorty. I get number. Then I see Memphis Bleek and he's with a couple of his dudes.
I wasn't even trying to see Bleek after the stuff that went down with Hov the other day, but I know he saw me and wanted to talk. So I walked up to Bleek and his dudes and we talked.
Bleek told me he wasn't feeling how E Money Bags was talking to Hov on the phone and
sh*t, and I was supporting my mans, so I told Bleek I wasn't feeling how he talking my
mans down. Bleek and his dudes tried to gang up on me. One of them threw a punch, but
I caught that and knocked him out cold with one punch. Bleek and his other dude started
throwing fists, but I ducked both and knocked both of them out with one punch each too.
Then I continued walking down the street, thinking that McDonalds ain't fill me up.
So me, Big Noyd and E Money Bags are bored looking for something to do. I wanted to
call some bi*ches but my phone with all the fine bi*ches numbers in it was dead, so all I had was my beeper. So Noyd is like "Let's hop in the Bulletproof Toyota Prius and head to the waffle spot". I don't really want to go because it's like 1 AM and I don't really got gas money to be wasting gas like that, that's why I got the Prius in the first place.
But after a while I'm like "fu*k it", grab the burner and me, Big Noyd and E Money Bags hop into the Bulletproof Prius and head to the waffle spot.
When we get to the waffle spot, theres a bunch of *****s there lined up waiting for they waffles. I'm P, you know my name ring bells, so I'm not trying to wait in line and sh*t. So I walk to the front of the line and it's some 6'9 Lebron looking ***** standing there grilling me. ***** asks if I don't see the line.
At this point E Money Bags pulls out his burner and is begging for me to give the word to shoot the nigga in the lips. But I'm on parole so I can't just have niggas murdering niggas so I tell E Money Bags to chill. I walk up to the *****, I only catch about midway above his belly button, but I'm P so I tell the nigga, "It's over for that dunny" and a swing. Before I even hit the nigga I see him collapse and then hear a loud ass pop. Apparently I had swung so hard I caused a sonic boom that popped the nigga eardrum, so he was out. Big Noyd and E money bags start laughing as I step over the unconscious giant and start ordering waffles for the crew.