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Under the Sixty-third and Market Street SEPTA El Station, the nefarious Slam and the traitor Gunna met. Word traveled fast that Lamar had cut Gunna off, and Slam pounced on the opportunity to create a millennium, Benedict Arnold. Lamar was currently terrorizing the city, and Slam needed help to even the score.
“Listen, young buck, that shit Lambchop and them did at my man’s funeral earlier today just took this shit to a whole ‘nother level,” Slam said. He was flustered by Lamar’s disrespect towards Mossberg’s family. He chains smoked Newports, a habit that he had brought home from state prison.
“Yeah, old head, I must admit, I’m only meeting with you because, I don’t fuck with the clown no more,” Gunna said interrupted by a train zipping by above them. “I wanna kill this nigga, and he’d never expect it from me.”
“Right. Right.”
“I’m still able to get close up on him.”
“Aight, yeah, I been heard that you’re official. I hope what they say is true.”
“Indeed it is.”
“I got fifteen grand if you kill the li’l bitch.”
“I gotcha, OG. Just give me coupla days, and I guarantee he’ll be on the cover of the Daily News. Real rap. I hate that, nigga. Before I kill him, I’mma rob him. I know where he lives at out in New Jersey. I’m going to get that ass.”
“Nice,” Slam said, rubbing his hands together.
“You got some heat?”
“What? A gun?” Slam asked puzzled.
Gunna cocked his head to the side and nodded. “Yeah.”
“I only got this li’l ass .32. This is just something to keep ‘em up off me, that’s all,” Slam said, smiling.
Gunna went in for the kill. Why not add Slam to the pile? “I can get my hands on something big for you. That ain’t ‘bout shit. I’mma link you with my white bull. He is robbing gun shops in New Jersey.”
“OK, bet. I got some family business to tend to. They’re throwing me a coming home event since you ruined my big shindig,” he said, chuckling. “I’m kinda glad you offed Mossberg. He was bitchin’ and scared to death of that Lambchop.”
“Aight, bet. Sorry ‘bout that,” Gunna said, laughing.
“How’d you get out anyway?”
“Bail. I got a bail bonds man in my pocket. I get him and his bounty hunter boys guns.” And if you buy that, I got an island off of the coast of Paris waiting for you. He smiled and walked away.