Brush said with energy and no remorse. Before Brush could finish his verse, the entire lobby erupted with loud outbursts and laughter. G-Man was laughing so hard that he spilled some of the champagne he had in the flask he was holding. Women that were going to the women.s restroom had walked over to the circle of men to see what all the commotion was about. Brush looked around and saw that many people was feeling his rhyme.
People were extending their hands out to give pound; some
with money in hand from side bets that they made. G-Man sat up after laughing
hard and looked at Junya. Junya looked back at him with a sad look on his face,
then immediately changed it to a look of rage. Junya knew that if he did not get
a reaction out of the crowd at least once, he might as well forget about being
recognized by Gerald and his entourage.
"Well Jun...is that all you got? You gonna let country cuz take you out
like that? I thought you was the next big thing? don't let me down!"
G-Man
said as he pointed out to the end of the corridor near where the rest of the
partygoers were, and where Gerald and Junya had made there previous
agreement. Junya looked back at Brush and began to rhyme.
"Nigga, you need to quit it. You nothing but a made-up gimmick. You
soft as batter mix. I don't swing, so don't pout out your lips! I rip emcees like
tissue of dispensers. You pushing a Benz, guarantee it.s a rental. I don't
understand how come to me to show and prove. All I do is spin, grin, and win,
you gonna lose. I.ll take on you and your crew, straight up-fuck you! When
your crew go broke, what the fuck you gonna do?"
"Oooh... Brush said with a hint of sarcasms...that was aight....okay...but
check this shit out right here..."
Brush reached down near his waist and lifted
up his shirt. The handle from a 9mm gun had stuck out, and Brush held up the
shirt as he looked at Junya.
"Ain.t no need to get violent...we just rhyming..."
Junya said with a look
of concern. It was one thing to have a gun put in his face over money during the
dice game, but now Junya was being threatened because of the lyrics he was
saying in a rhyme. G-Man reached by his waist and picked up his Nextel phone.
"Hey...we got a problem over here near the men.s room. Get out here."
Gerald said into his phone with a calm tone. Seconds later, 3 very tall and
muscularly large men came to where G-Man was standing, and started grabbing
men up. One of the men grabbed Brush by the throat and his arm and slammed
him against the wall. Brush was slammed so hard that his shades fell off of his
face.
Another man grabbed G-Man by his shoulders and stood in front of him.
"Was it this pretty boy bitch ass nigga here starting shit G?"
The man that
grabbed Brush up against the wall had said in a dark, deep voice.
"Yea, take him outside and show him the meaning of respect...you know
what...let him go!"
G-Man said as he fixed his glasses against his face.
"Are you sure G?...If you want me to take care of this mother fucker right
fucking now!"
The large man said as he grabbed up Brush by the front of his
shirt.
"I thought I made myself quite clear when I said to let him go...I will
handle it from here."
G Man walked up to Brush with a stern look on his face.
Gerald then quickly busted a smile as a sign of approval of Brush.s actions.
The rest of the persons started to dissipate from the lobby area. Most of
the men went downstairs via the elevator, a few of the men spoke to the women
that were in the lobby. Junya stepped back, as Gerald was now in the face of
Brush, speaking softly so that none of the other persons standing around heard
him speak. Junya looked around, and saw that the southern man with the gold
teeth wearing all red had left to.