Welcome to P.A.T. Port Arthur, Texas home of Suga’s, Rocky Road House, but most famously mutha fucking UGK R.I.P. uncle Chad long live the Pimp UGK for life! Let me tell you bout my lil section uv da map. Ery body got a story to tell here's mine.

My name is Erica Strawda ery body round deez parts call me Babee Syrup, I'm on my way to a meeting with an A&R from Rap A Lot Records. I got a lil cut on da local radio station The Breeze KSAP 107.1 LPFM been getting spins. J Prince wants to sign me…Me? A poe kuntry gurl with a mean ass flow. The A&R man driving out from Houston to meet me at Suga’s I was sitting in the restaurant bout an hour early I was so excited didn't want to be late and blow it.

Ten minutes passed and who comes through the doe? My hot ass cuzzin, they call him Baby Pone. Baby Pone got his issue, he was a hustlin ass nigga. But he was a hot boy to the heart the nigga said he like having beef with madd niggas it kept him on his toes. When I saw him I knew it was gon be some shit.

“Whutz gud cuz?” He asked walking in crispy jeans creased and sagging, Reeboks, and a black wife beater. He flashed a fifthteen thousand dollar smile. His entire grill was filled with red and yellow diamonds. Something chonky poking from underneath his wife beater. He had to keep it on him he jacked so many dope boys half the hustlers in Port Arthor wanted him dead. But it was rare any wud run up.

I rose from the booth seat I was sitting in and gave him a hug.

“Hey kinfolk.” I said sitting back down.

“You had ya meeting yet?” He said as he sat at the table across from me. He was a crooked ass nigga. Don't get me wrong he loved his family and would go to war with you at the drop of a dime if you were right or wrong but he was one cat you did not want to owe a favor to. Unfortunately for me I did.

“Not yet um early um specting nem bout an hour.”

“You nervous?”

“Nall, shit I do this cuz, nann nigga nor bitch round deez parts putting it down how I do foe P.A.”

Baby Pone laughed as his beady eyes scanned the room, and he kept peeking over his shoulder. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the camouflage bandanna he pulled from his pocket.

“You got time then?” He said as he stared into my eyes.

I never broke eye contact. “Kind a sort a.”

“Fuck you speaking in riddles foe? E'der you do or you don't?”

“Ain't trying to be unprofessional cuz what it going look to dis man he comes and I ain't heah?”

“Get off that shit gurl we got plenty of time, I need you to ride with me right quick ain't going take but ten, fifth teen minutes.”

“Here you go.”

Baby Pone rubbed his hand through his goatee. “What?”

“Which is it nigga, ten or fifth teen? Ain't trying to miss my shot.”

“Quit bitching ain't nobody gon make you miss yo shot.” He said as he rose from the booth and headed out side to his 2012 Chevy Impala sitting on 30” rims.

I stood and shook my head knowing I shouldn't have gone but, that's how it is when you owe a nigga they always come to collect at fucked up times. Peep game this how I end up in debt to this greasy ass nigga.

Three Months Prior

“One puff of the kush, two lines of the gurl, three shots of the syrup, fuck the world, fuck- fuck, fuck the world, fuck- fuck, fuck the world!”

Babee Syrup sang out sitting in the studio as the engineer chopped and screwed the demo she had recorded. She sat on the arm of the leather couch with a blunt of kush in one hand and a white Styrofoam cup filled with the thick sticky purple substance they called lean in the other.

“We got a hit on our hands Babee Syrup, we get the edited version down to the radio station the streets going luv dis they gon play dis on the streets, in da traps, in da clubs, in scrip clubs ery body gon fuck-fuck, fuck the world!” Spider, Babee Syrup's producer said as he stepped into the room.

Spider was a tall slender light skin guy with an athlete's build. Put you in the mind of Kareem Abdul Jabar with a perm. Small time legend in Port Arthur used to move Heroin back in his day. Some say he was a millionaire at 15 yrs. old but he got knocked when he was 19 did twenty years and came home. He had paper put up he opened a small time record label called Durty Souf Wreckerds. Had a reputation for being a snake but shit who wasn't.

Babee Syrup didn't say anything she took another sip from her cup.

A day had gone by and it was as Spider had promised Babee Syrup had a hit in P. A. everywhere she went she heard the catchy tune being played. Spider was a man of his word he had promised her shows and radio interviews it was all happening. Being that he kept his word she would keep hers and sign with Durty Souf Wreckerds for an eight album deal. The shows were coming back to back Baby Syrup was on top of the world doing shows throughout Texas, Tennessee, and Georgia.

A month had passed an EP was on the street and digital sales were climbing only a month and almost 60,000 downloads sold with no promotion of the EP that was damn good. Babee Syrup had almost ten thousand dollars in her pocket, a new wardrobe, and a new car. She was on top of the world.

Being 19 yrs old and no kids or a man the world was hers for the taking. Babee Syrup didn't just rap the shit in the streets she lived it. Freelance jack boy, well jack gurl in her case a dollar was a dollar she wasn't one to be too quick to pass up a good stang on a dope boy flossing. Sitting on the corner all black khaki suit with a black hoody underneath and an all black LA Raiders baseball cap Babee Syrup sat in the shadows waiting.

Clutching the glock with the home made silencer silently waiting. It was a neighborhood trap house she had heard was getting paper she had been staking the house out for two weeks now. Making her way to the front door as the young cat who came to pick up the money and drop off the re-up was going in. She rushed behind him putting the pistol to the back of his neck.

“You know what this is!” She said in a sexy sultry voice. If it hadn't been a robbery the young boy might have had a hard on instead of piss in his pants.

“Ahh shit!” The young boy said as he dropped the brown paper bag filled with a brick and a half of Heroin. Babee Syrup pushed him to the floor, snatching the bag from the floor and smacking him in the back of the head with the pistol all in one smooth motion. She kept walking pistol aimed forward.

“Don't move.” She said to the boy on the floor bleeding. Making her way through the living room to the kitchen the house was eerily quiet. She cocked the hammer back and made her way to the basement. She heard movement, as she turned the corner she saw a shadow moving towards her quick she took a step back and squeezed two shots. The gun shots were barely heard but the yell he let out echoed throughout the tiny basement.

One in his thigh and one in his knee he hit the floor staring up in shock.

“Where da paper?” She asked as she placed her back against the wall and kept aim.

“Babee Syrup? You pulling jacks?”

She stepped closer and placed the barrel to his forehead. “Where da money fuck boy?”

“You don't want to do this, you know who you’re robbing?”

“I should blow yo shit off!” The voice whispered in Babee Syrup's ear as she felt the barrel of the gun press against her back. A chill went through her body as she dropped her gun and the bag of dope.

She tripped over the bleeding man on the floor as she was shoved on top of him.

“Get off me bitch!” The man said as he pushed her off of him. He wrestled himself to his feet as he made his way to his rescuer.

“Man I'm glad you came when you did, thought that bitch was going take me out jack.”

The young boy who Babee Syrup had smacked in the back of the head now had the upper hand. He remained silent. The man bleeding all over himself reached out to the young boy for help. He grabbed his arm and helped him to keep balance.

“Let’s get out of here man got to get to a hospital before I bleed to death.”

“Nall hold up man, we got to handle something first.”

The man smiled. “Yeah you right man, off that bitch and let’s get out of here.”

The young boy shook his head no. “Nall chief where dat paper at?”

“Oh up stayers in the kitchen cabnet, bout $90,000.”

“You sure man?”

“Yeah in the kitchen cab…” Before he finished the young boy squeezed two in his face. His body collapsed on top of Babee Syrup as the young boy stepped closer to her taking aim for a head shot.

“It's a shame you's a pretty bitch.” A thunderous gunshot rang out like a cannon as the young gunman's back was caved in he was picked up off his feet crashing to the floor right near Babee Syrup's feet. He laid shaking and jerking blood seeping from his mouth.

It wasn't her first time seeing a body, but she had to admit herself she was scared as hell. She rolled the body off of her as she scooted back never taking her eyes off of the stairs as she felt around for her glock that was still on the floor. She heard the old stairs creak under the weight of the unidentified gunman's weight as they made their way down. She held her breath as she saw the figure coming into view.

“Gurl get yo goof ass off da floe!”

“Baby Pone? What are you doing heah?”

“Showing yo ass how to jack a nigga properly.” He laughed clutching a black garbage bag under his arm and a Dessert Eagle in his other hand. “Come on shit foe da law come.”

She climbed to her feet and grabbed the brown paper bag of dope. “We going split that trap money?”

“Hell nawl dis my lick.”

“Come on cuz I was heah first.”

“And? If I hadn’t been watching and came in afta ya goof ass I would have ta hunt that fuck nigga down wit da choppa and merc his whole family. Why? Cause my goof ass lil cuzzin who should know better ain't kill dis fuck nigga like I taught her young ass. You get no love, and no paper get that dope off I know some niggas buying weight they a take it off ya hands.”

She didn't say a word she followed him outside to his Chevy and hopped in. The next day sitting in the studio writing to a new beat she overheard Spider in his office chewing somebody out over the phone. He stepped out of his office, now off the phone but still cursing.

“Every thing good boss?”

“Do it fucking look like everything good?”

“I ain't do it, shit don't chew my head off.”

“You done with that song yet?”

She sat her note pad down and picked up her Styrofoam cup. “Damn near.” She took a sip.

“That shit going be the death of you, you too young for that shit.”

She tipped her cup to him mockingly. “You are my producer Spider, not my daddy.”

“Get yo ass in the booth.” He said as he went back in his office and slammed the door.

She laughed as she continued sipping and writing. Later that night she sat in the VIP section of the Dream Street club popping bottles of Dom Perignon Rose and drinking syrup her, Baby Pone, and Andrea. Andrea was her girlfriend. Babee Syrup was 5'3, 150 lbs, long black hair, chinky eyes, and high yellow complexion. She could have any man in the club that she wanted. And probably would choose depending on what mood she was in but this particular night she was in the mood for some pussy she scooped Andrea up from home to hang for the night.

“Thanking bout moving from out heah cuz.” Baby Pone said as he placed the blunt between his lips and lit it.

“Move?” Babee Syrup said with a smirk on her face. “Yo ass ain't going no wheah.”

“Straight up cuz my old bitch got at me da otha day you know she stay out in Norf Care-lina now.”

“Who?” Babee Syrup said as she took the blunt from Baby Pone and took a hit.

“Keisha nigga.”

“Thick ass Keisha? How dat bitch doing?” She blew out the smoke and passed the blunt to Andrea.

“She says she aight, but she say it’s sweet out deah a lotta lames getting money she says a nigga come out deah and fuck around get rich jacking dem fuck niggas.”

“I don’t know cuz.”

“I wouldn't mind seeing the East Coast maybe Harlem or Manhattan.” Andrea said as she passed the last of the blunt back to Baby Pone.

He waved his hand no, she smoked the last he spoke. “Um getting da fuck out uv P.A. dem niggas ain't ready for a nigga uv my calibah.”

Babee Syrup and Baby Pone slapped hands laughing. “I heah you cuz but I ain't neva leaving P.A. deez my streets I can't turn my back on my folk they fed a bitch out heah.”

“Whatever you crazy ass hell gurl deez streets don't love you, you stay on yo rap shit and get da fuck out uv heah.” Baby Pone said as he snatched her cup of syrup from her hand and guzzled it down laughing.

Slanky stepped to the table with two women on his arms. Slanky was almost 7'0 tall, 300 lbs, and smooth. He was a young boy, 15 yrs. old but had been pimping at a young age; he was 12 yrs old when his grandma taught him the game she was an old Madame from back in the day used to run the local cat house.

“Just wanted to drop da wire on you dudes.” Slanky said as he sipped cognac through a straw.

“What's da scoop folk?” Baby Pone said as he turned around in his seat to face the young hustler.

“Got word that da trap house got hit a few days ago was Spider's.”

“Yeah.” Baby Pone said as he turned back around and finished his drink.

“Just passing da word he gassed up da nigga say twenty large for da jack boy who did da shit.”

“Fuck we look like we ain't no snitches.” Babee Syrup said as she felt the lean kicking in.

Slanky took another drink from his glass staring seductively into Babee Syrup's eyes. It was well known that when he first got in the game he tried to pull Babee Syrup into his stable, truth be told she had a crush on Slanky and never got over the fact he tried to turn her out she still held resentment in her heart.

“Fuck you looking at? Get on with dem bitches foe they get took!” Babee Syrup yelled as she pulled out twenty thousand dollars from each pocket and began throwing hundreds at the two women.

Slanky smirked. “Dick or pussy you want one of my bitches you pay just like the rest.”

“Calm down gurl.” Baby Pone said as he put his arm around Babee Syrup. “Gone head on Slanky, thanks for the info folk.”

Slanky didn't respond he continued sipping his drink as he walked off.

“Fuck wrong with you?” Baby Pone asked as he began picking up the hundreds and stuffing them in his cousin's pockets.

“Shit wrong….wit me….fuck wrong wit….him?” Babee Syrup said in a slow drawl.

“Party ova Andrea man get my lil cuzzin to da crib safe aight.”

“Help me to da car wit her ass.”

“I don't need no help.” Babee Syrup made her way out to the parking lot and to the car. She sat in the passenger seat waiting as Baby Pone and Andrea stood outside talking.

“Am I going get some dick or what?” She said with her hand on her hip.

“Be cool shawty, you ain't even got my cuzzin to da crib good and on that shit.”

“Look at her she fucked up, I know when she this way we are not going fuck it’s the same every time.”

“Get her to the crib, if you can get out hit my phone.”

“Aight daddy.”

Babee Syrup began blowing the horn, yelling out the window. “Bring ya ass gurl, come on!”

Andrea shook her head looking embarrassed she rushed to the driver’s side and hopped in. Baby Pone stood watching running his tongue over the diamonds in his mouth.

Babee Syrup woke up the next morning fully clothe in bed clutching an empty bottle of Sveka walking through the empty house.

“Andrea, where you at baby?” She yelled out as she looked in each room. “Where da fuck dis damn gurl done went to?” She said to herself as she grabbed her keys from the table and left.

Stepping outside she made her way to her car as gunshots rang out. She hit the ground for cover as heart raced. She looked up from the ground as the car screeched around the corner. She jumped to her feet pissed hollering and cursing. She hopped in her car and sped towards Baby Pone's house.

Making it to his house she banged on the front door and waited. She never did understand his frame of thinking he made so much dough jacking niggas but never moved out the hood. Becoming impatient she banged on the door again making the run down house shake with each strike.

Baby Pone made it to the door clutching his infamous Dessert Eagle. “Fuck wrong cuz? You round dis bitch making all dis damn noise early in da morning.”

Babee Syrup ignored the remarks as she pushed her way in. “Look cuz some fuck niggas tried to wack me cuz, ma fuckas got a bitch fucked up!”

“What? Nigga who?” Baby Pone said as he cocked back his Dessert Eagle.

“Nigga I don't know we got to hit deez streets somebody know something.”

Baby Pone pointed at the couch with his gun. “Sit down cuz let me put something on, and tell dis bitch I got back heah um stepping out give me ten minutes.”

Before she responded Baby Pone went into his room and slammed the door.

“Damn!” Andrea said staring up from the bed with a frightened look in her eyes.

“Be cool bitch, go back to bed she don't know you back heah we bout to step out and handle some shit right quick.” He said as he threw his pistol on the bed.

She sat up. “Ery thang alright?”

“Bitch what you care?”

“Fuck you, Pone.” She said as she laid back down covering her head with the pillow.

“Maybe when I get back.” He said as he slid on a pair of Sean John shorts, and his Air Force Ones.

Picking his pistol back up he grabbed the shirt he had on the night from before off the floor and left the room slamming the door closed. He walked pass Babee Syrup straight outside to his car. She jumped to her feet and followed. Pulling his keys from his shorts pocket he hit the car alarm button on his key chain and popped the trunk.

“Grab that pump and hop in the car.” He said as he got in the driver’s seat and started the car up.

She did as she was told and he pulled off.

“Look in the arm rest and grab that Swisher, got a sack of Kush in the arm rest roll up.”

Again she did as she was told. “Where we going cuz?” She asked as she split the cigar and dumped the tobacco out the window.

“See dis nigga Slanky if anybody know what the fuck going down in deez streets that nigga do.”

She rolled her eyes as she filled the cigar and licked it. “Can't stand that dude.”

Baby Pone didn't respond. He slid in the Z-Ro cd and turned the volume up Z-Ro’s “These Days” came blaring out of the woofers he had in the trunk as they bent corners taking hit after hit until the blunt was gone.

He pulled up in front of Slanky's house and picked up his phone. Dialing the number it rung, he waited.

“Hello.” A half asleep female answered the phone.

“Yeah bitch put Slanky on da phone.”

The phone went silent a few seconds later a tired sounding Slanky spoke through the phone.

“Yeah, dis better be bout paper.”

“Slanky nigga, dis Baby Pone step outside for me right quick.”

“Outside?” Slanky repeated, parting his blinds and looking out front.

Baby Pone waved at him from his car. “Come on nigga won't be long.”

Wearing nothing but silk boxers, a Raulph Lauren silk robe and house slippers Slanky stepped outside with a Heineken in his hand he stood in front of the car sipping his beer. His gun he wore in a gun holster underneath his robe poked through revealing the butt of the gun.

“Fuck can I do for you?” He said as he scratched his balls.

“Sorry fo waking you and shit fam, but some fuck niggas tried to off my lil cuzzin dis morning wanted to know if you had some information and shit?”

Slanky shook his head in disbelief. “Sorry to hear that shit Babee Syrup, but nall I ain't heard shit should know something in a couple hours once my hoes hit the streets. Get at me in a few I'll let you know.” He walked back to his house before they could respond.

Baby Pone started the car and pulled off. He pulled up to a Motel 6 right outside of Port Arthur. “What we heah foe?” She asked looking confused.

“Look lil cuz yo ass ain't bout to have auntie and my mama mad at me and shit cause some shit done happened to yo ass while you were wit me. Get a room I find out some info um going scoop you we go merc deez fuck niggas. But right now I ain't taking no chances.”

“Fuck that cuz nann nigga nor bitch run me up off my streets I ain't hiding I ain't no punk bitch.”

“I know you ain't no punk bitch but trust me cuz this the smart thing to do.”

She slid the pump up under the car seat, got out of the car and slammed the door.

“I know you mad but don't be slamming my shit gurl!”

“Fuck outta heah nigga, you wrong and you know it!”

He ignored her and pulled off. She kept walking, checking into the motel room she called Andrea's cell phone. Andrea picked up on the first ring.

“Fuck you at gurl?” Babee Syrup snapped through the phone.

“Hello to you to nigga!” Andrea snapped back.

“Where you at gurl?”

“On my way to work why?”

“I need you baby.”

Andrea rolled her eyes. “What's wrong baby?”

“Some shit went down; meet me at the Quality Inn in Baytown.

“Baytown? Fuck you doing out there?”

“Told you some shit went down, come through and bring some lean.”

Andrea took a deep breath and exhaled angrily.

“You there?” Babee Syrup replied when she didn't get a response.

“Yeah, um here give me bout two hours.”

“Thanks babe.”

“Umm, hmm…” She hung up without saying good bye.

Two hours passed and Andrea still never showed up. Picking up her phone Babee Syrup dialed Slanky's number.

“Yo.” He coolly answered the phone after the third ring.

“Slanky, this Babee Syrup you find out anything yet?”

“Yeah, where ya cousin at?”

“He dropped me off he out moving around what's good?”

“I need to holler at you in person girl.”

Babee Syrup stood to her feet shaking her head no feeling annoyed. “What's up Slank?”

“Not on the phone and not round Pone, meet me at my crib bout 30 minutes.”

“Make it an hour, um way out ain't got no wheels going have to catch a cab.”

“Aight.” He said as the call was disconnected.

She called her cab and waited out front. As her cab pulled up Baby Pone pulled up and blew the horn. She ignored the cab and walked over to his car. She hopped in.

“What you find out cuz?” She asked reclining in the seat.

“Shit yet.”

“Damn, you aint hollered at Slanky yet?”

“Nigga ain't been answering his phone.” Baby Pone responded as he reached into his pocket and pulled out some money. “Keep the room for a few nights on me cuz till shit gets right in the streets.”

Babee Syrup took the money and climbed out of the car. “Don't be bullshitting cuz find out what's up a bitch ain't trying to stay out dis bitch too long.”

She slammed the door closed. “I got you cuz.” He responded as he pulled off. She stood watching as his car disappeared down the road. She climbed into the back of the waiting cab and made her way to Slanky's.”

Twenty minutes later she was sitting in Slanky's living room she couldn't believe what he had told her, her stomach turned as she rushed to the bath room to vomit.

“Hey don't be earling on my shit!” He yelled out as he lit a New Port sitting at the bar in his basement.

A few minutes later she re-joined him had a few drinks and left. With the news he had given her she did need to get off the streets. She caught a cab to the Grey Hound station and rode out to Houston. Checking into a room she laid low for a day or two but when she got bored after the third day she hit the streets, found herself in 5th ward. She had a nigga she used to get money with moved out that way. James was a hit man turned good, got a conscious but he always had a soft spot in his heart for Babee Syrup wanted her to move with him but she didn't want to leave the street life.

The cab pulled into the infamous projects she paid the driver and climbed out.

Walking to the address she had for him people were hanging out everywhere drinking, shooting craps, walking pit bulls and Rottweiler’s. Trap boys hustled, and kids and crack heads ran around aimlessly. Before she knocked on the door it swung open. He looked down at her tiny frame, picked her up off her feet with a big hug and swung her around.

She had to admit to herself if felt good receiving the love. She hugged him back as he sat her on her feet smiling.

“How are you doing Erica?” He was the one person who ever called her that he refused to call her Babee Syrup.

“Not too good, James I need your help.” She said as she stepped in closing the door.

“Go head have a seat.” He said motioning towards the sofa.

As she began to sit down a short stocky light skin woman with a beautiful face entered the living room.

“Oh this is Alicia my wife, Alicia this is Erica an old friend from back home.”

Both women sized each other up as they put on fake smiles shaking each other’s hands.

“Well I was bout to step out but since we have company I can make us something.” Alicia said not wanting to leave her husband and the attractive woman alone.

“Erica?” James asked with sincerity in his eyes.

“No I'm fine, thank you.” She responded.

“Well okay I'll let you two catch up.” She said giving James a kiss on the lips before leaving.

Babee Syrup sat on the sofa and explained the entire ordeal to James. After getting everything off her chest she decided it was time to go back home. She didn't want to run any longer she had to face the music catching a plane home instead of dealing with the bus ride. She thought about calling Andrea to pick her up but she was too unreliable, she would catch a cab.

As soon as she stepped off the plane and turned her phone back on it began ringing, she looked at the caller ID, and it was Baby Pone. She hesitated, but answered.

“What's good cuz?”

“Ery thang, where da fuck you been gurl?”

“Laying low like you said cuz.”

“I went back to the motel they said you checked out and shit, been hitting ya phone you ain't been answering.”

“Yeah had to get out of P.A. foe a minute um back now.”

“Yeah, where you at?”

“At the air port come pick me up.”

“Be there in a few cuz.” The call was disconnected.

She dialed Slanky's number he answered on the first ring. “Fuck you been gurl? Got a pimp worried bout you and shit, you good?”

“Yeah um good, need a favor my nigga.”

“Whatever I got you.”

She waited out front until Baby Pone pulled up. She climbed into the car and slammed the door closed.

“Fuck up cuz?” She said with a big smile.

“Good news, been calling ya ass I know who put out da hit on you and shit.”

“Who nigga?”

“You ain't going believe dis shit.”


“That ma fucka Spider.”

“You bullshitting why?”

“What da fuck it matter I went through went da choppa and wet dat nigga.”

Babee Syrup sat back and rode in silence as Baby Pone bragged about how he took Spider out and how the nigga was begging for his life and shit. Before she knew it she was sitting in front of her house.

“Thanks for everything cuz I owe you one.” She said as she climbed out the car.

Baby Pone smiled running his tongue over the diamonds in his mouth.

That brings us back to where we are now. I know dis bout to be some shit I aint trying to be involved in music banging Scarface's Emetirus album he passed me a cup of syrup I sipped and we rolled, sipped and rolled.

“Where are we going cuz?”

“No where wanted to talk business.”

“Yeah, what's up?”

“You know if it wasn't foe me that Rap A Lot deal wouldn't be possible.”

“Damn cuz I ain't even spoke to da nigga yet and you trying to muscle in.” She said laughing. “But cause of you how nigga?”

“I merced that nigga Spider if that nigga was still here and yall never had the beef dhe still own yo ass for dem otha seven albums you never recorded.”

“True, true.”

“What I figure is give me 35% off ya contract advance and we even.”

“Damn cuz 35%?”

“I think it’s fair, I mean damn we are family.”

“True, stop at Walmart want to get me a swisher.”

He pulled into the gas station and parked. Babee Syrup got out of the car walked towards the back of the gas station. Baby Pone sat with a confused look on his face as he reached for his Dessert Eagle on his waist. As he touched the butt of the gun the last thing he heard was the gun blast before his head cracked open and he slumped to the side. The gunman walked towards the back of the gas station and climbed in the car with Babee Syrup.

Babee Syrup started the car with a look of triumph on her face. “Thank you so much James I appreciate this more than you can ever know.”

James didn't utter a word as she pulled off. Before she left town she had known that Baby Pone dropped the dime to Spider about the hit. He went to collect the bounty and was planning on taking her out. But Slanky dropped the dime to her before he could. To cover his tracks he took Spider out since he had been paid any way it didn't matter.

There was no deal with Rap A Lot she had Slanky spread the false rumor cause she knew that her cousin would come looking for a slice of the pie.

“Where you headed after you drop me off back in Houston?”

“Shit might head to Norf Care-lina know a lil bitch out dat way say its opportunity out dem parts.

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