DOC- Tracy Lynn Curry
DOC- Tracy Lynn Curry
The Kurupt incident freaked a lot of us out, I mean we had some hard guys in Death row, people with pasts but no one expects some fools to just march into your place of business and just unload. I looked at Kenny and massaged my temples.
"So?"
"This whole misunderstanding has been handled."
I looked at the bullet holes in his suit.
"That looks like a hell of a lot more then a misunderstanding."
"My vest took care of it, its just some light bruising."
I closed my eyes.
"Hammers having a talk with him a very long talk."
And now I was suddenly glad we had Mr. Christian rap at our label because like it or not we needed some one to be our Jimmy Cricket and shit. I looked at Kenny G.
"So I heard some guy with a suit case full of cash showed up."
"Yeah I called the Consigliere's."
I froze.
"What?"
"The consigliere's there well problem solvers, they go in and help people handle incidents."
"Like what?"
"You need to get a suitcase of money some where they handle it. Theres a mess that needs to be covered up they handle it, they handle a lot of things."
"Like murder?"
"I don't have enough money to have them handle a clean up here in LA."
"In La so would it be cheaper some where else?"
"A vegas clean up is 2,000 dollars."
I froze.
"And how would you know that?"
"I used to be friends with Whitney houston and Bobby brown. There were incidents."
Suddenly his voice got haunted.
"Death row actually has less drama then my old label."
"Shit goes down all the fucking time."
He looked me in the eye and said nothing I just got the shivers.
"So these Consigliere's their illegal....that could be a problem."
"Not really most big companies use them at least the media ones do, governments use them too most of the time its discreetly moving money around but they handle other things darker things. I tried to stay away from that but I heard stories and saw things. One of the deals I got for leaving was I kept consigularies access I mean I have to pay for it but Its nice to have if things go wrong."
"Expensive?"
"Yeah, but I invested money when I was in my old Label and I've been doing it here so Its affordable."
I felt just a little bit nervous.
"Would they serve a brother?"
"They have in the past, I know motown had a deal with them."
I paused.
"Could I get access?"
"Not at the moment, you don't have enough passive income to be worth the risk."
"What do you mean by that?"
Kenny G looked me in the eye his voice serious.
"If you want things to change and I mean really change you need to stop dying for the neighborhood and buy the neighborhood."
It was then that I realized that Kenny G belonged here and I had a sinking feeling that he might have belonged here more then I did.
The Kurupt incident freaked a lot of us out, I mean we had some hard guys in Death row, people with pasts but no one expects some fools to just march into your place of business and just unload. I looked at Kenny and massaged my temples.
"So?"
"This whole misunderstanding has been handled."
I looked at the bullet holes in his suit.
"That looks like a hell of a lot more then a misunderstanding."
"My vest took care of it, its just some light bruising."
I closed my eyes.
"Hammers having a talk with him a very long talk."
And now I was suddenly glad we had Mr. Christian rap at our label because like it or not we needed some one to be our Jimmy Cricket and shit. I looked at Kenny G.
"So I heard some guy with a suit case full of cash showed up."
"Yeah I called the Consigliere's."
I froze.
"What?"
"The consigliere's there well problem solvers, they go in and help people handle incidents."
"Like what?"
"You need to get a suitcase of money some where they handle it. Theres a mess that needs to be covered up they handle it, they handle a lot of things."
"Like murder?"
"I don't have enough money to have them handle a clean up here in LA."
"In La so would it be cheaper some where else?"
"A vegas clean up is 2,000 dollars."
I froze.
"And how would you know that?"
"I used to be friends with Whitney houston and Bobby brown. There were incidents."
Suddenly his voice got haunted.
"Death row actually has less drama then my old label."
"Shit goes down all the fucking time."
He looked me in the eye and said nothing I just got the shivers.
"So these Consigliere's their illegal....that could be a problem."
"Not really most big companies use them at least the media ones do, governments use them too most of the time its discreetly moving money around but they handle other things darker things. I tried to stay away from that but I heard stories and saw things. One of the deals I got for leaving was I kept consigularies access I mean I have to pay for it but Its nice to have if things go wrong."
"Expensive?"
"Yeah, but I invested money when I was in my old Label and I've been doing it here so Its affordable."
I felt just a little bit nervous.
"Would they serve a brother?"
"They have in the past, I know motown had a deal with them."
I paused.
"Could I get access?"
"Not at the moment, you don't have enough passive income to be worth the risk."
"What do you mean by that?"
Kenny G looked me in the eye his voice serious.
"If you want things to change and I mean really change you need to stop dying for the neighborhood and buy the neighborhood."
It was then that I realized that Kenny G belonged here and I had a sinking feeling that he might have belonged here more then I did.
