“Yo turn that music down, this my man,” Shell told Flame as they rode by N.C. Central. “Yo what’s good my nigga?” Shell answered his phone.
“You dead motherfucker! You hear me you fucking junky! You dead!” Azar yelled as spittle flew from his mouth like a rabid dog!
“Yo Azar you know who…?”
“Nigga fuck you! You gone send somebody to rob me! After all I did for yo junky ass! I’m gonna murder you motherfucker!” Azar laid in bed on his side popping Percocets like candy.
“Yo bru, you need to pipe that shit down some.”
“Fuck you bitch! You dead motherfucker!”
“Ay yo bru, I don’t know what the fuck going on but you aint gone do shit to me.”
“Watch yo back, you fucking dopefiend. Your days are numbered bitch!”
“Nigga fuck you! I don’t know what the fuck you on, but you need to chill.”
“Die slow motherfucker,” were his last words before Azar disconnected.
“Yo Azar?… Azar….!” Shell hung up and dialed Azar’s cell number, only to be told that the number was disconnected or was no longer in service. “What the fuck?” Shell hung up and looked over at Flame confused.
“What is it dog?” Flame asked pretending that he hadn’t been locked in on the entire conversation.
“Man, that nigga Azar tripping.” Shell’s face still showed confusion.
“You talking about the plug?”
“Yeah. That motherfucker screaming about I sent somebody to jux him, and what he gone do to me, and all kinds of dumb shit.”
“Word to life son?”
“I’m telling you the nigga bugging! Fuck that ho ass nigga. I don’t know what the fuck he smoking but he come at me on some sideways shit, he better be ready to meet Satan.”
“Damn bru. What the fuck we gone do about work if the plug on some other shit?” Flame’s face showed concern.
“Fuck it. Now I don’t owe his ass shit. We got paper, we can find a plug. Know what I’m saying?” Shell spoke the words although he really wasn’t that confident.
“Yeah bru, we’ll find a way.” Flame answered hoping this shit was all just a big misunderstanding. He knew that without Azar for a plug, shit was gonna get real ugly real fast.