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The camera fades in to see Pimp, standing alone, in a dark room. Making sure the camera was working, he then sits down on a table and looks at it.

"Wow. I'd never believe it."

Getting up, Pimp would then walk over to the Glock 17, which was laying on the table. Putting the camera beside it, he would then pick up the chair he was sitting in and throw it at the wall.

"This is the gun that shot my long time partner in crime, Young Money. It's been so long ago, I almost forgot how it happened. We were just being drafted to Drown. We were backstage when a few shots rang out. We both hit the deck but it was too late. YM was shot in a major artery as he hit the ground and is lucky to be alive today."

Pimp would then pick up the gun. Pointing it at the camera, he would then declare,

"But know, we know. We know who shot him and I promise, when we're through with you, I'll make sure you're pumped full of lead from your own gun."

The camera fades out to Pimp loading the gun and cocking it.