21 Questions

[New York City!
You are now rapping...with 50 Cent
You gotta love it...
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy shorty I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I provide everything you need and I
Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I got to ask and I
Hope you can come up with the answers babe]

“You ever scared of us?” Contessa asked Marshall, her eyes darting up hesitantly to meet his from her position on his chest.

“All the fuckin’ time.”

“What scares you the most?”

“That I’m gonna fuck it up.”

[Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...]

“You won’t.  You haven’t yet…”

“And if I do?”

“But you won’t.”

“But if I do?” he repeated with emphasis.

[If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me?
If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century,
Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?]

“What if I couldn’t provide for you anymore?  What if I lose my temper and wind up in jail?”

“Oh, Marshall, please!” Contessa whined.  “You’re being ridiculous.  How the hell are you gonna lose the millions you have?  Simple—you’re not.  Just like you won’t wind up in jail.”

“Damn it, what if?”

“You always have your reasons.”

He gave her a pointed look.

“And they’re all good ones,” she added.  “You know I’m there no matter what.  I was there when you went to trial with Kim.”

“I know,” he replied, closing his eyes.

[If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, 
would you poof and disappear like some of my friends?
If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive
I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside
If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King
would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me?] 

“You better remember!  I testified for your ass!  Fuckin’ crazy-ass bitch…”

“I haven’t forgotten,” he said wryly.  “I still can’t…  I can’t believe your testimony is what—is what saved me.  Saved Hailie.”

“You are forever indebted to me,” she teased.  “Especially for putting up with all the crap pre-trial!”

[And in bed if I used to my tongue, would you like that?
If I wrote you a love letter would you write back?
Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap
And we could go do what you like, I know you like that]

“Yeah, you’re a real trooper,” he replied sarcastically.

“Baby, you know I am!” she grinned.

[Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now (Woo!)
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...]

“You know what your problem is, Marsh?”

“I have a feeling you’re going to tell me.”

“Right on track.  You still don’t trust me after all this time…”

“Hold up, that ain’t true.”

“Sure it is.  Don’t you wonder?  Wonder if I’m gonna leave you one day ‘cause of something stupid?  Like when we’re fightin’ or for whatever reason…”

[Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'?
Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving?
Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions?
Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing]

“Damn it, Tessa, I trust your ass with everything I got!” he growled angrily.  “I do!”

“But sometimes…”

“No, never!” he said defensively.

She rolled her eyes.  “I know you used to worry whether I was gonna jilt you for some money or purposely get pregnant…”

“No fucking way—not for a second!” he hastily answered, but his eyes darted to the left slightly.

“C’mon, baby, give a little.  It doesn’t bother me if you thought those things.  I’d think ‘em, too, if I was you.  It’s natural.  You’re a superstar, and I’m who?  Exactly, nobody knows me.  I could’ve been after everything you had.”

[Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?
I'm staring at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans
If I was down would you say things to make me smile?
I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how
If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see?
And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me
Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?
How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone?]

“Although, if you’re thinkin’ any of those thoughts know, I’ll kill you.  I’ll kick you in the balls, and then hurt you even worse.”

He cringed.  “Damn, girl.”

[And always remember girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style I say anything to make you smile]

“I know you’ll always have my back,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he nodded.  “Just like you’ll always have mine.”

“Always,” she smiled and leaned in to meet his lips in a promising, soul-touching kiss.

[Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...]

“But I do love living in this house…” Contessa giggled and gestured to the enormous master bedroom they were occupying.

[Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us]

“You know you love spendin’ my money,” he teased.

“Only when I get to spend it on the things you love.”

“Such as?”

“I stopped by Victoria’s earlier today…”

“It’s almost midnight!” he yelled.  “You’ve been hidin’ away those goodies all night?  You’re gonna kill me one day.  I swear!”

“Death by sexual frustration?  That’s a new one,” she gave a gamine smile and straddle his thighs.  “I don’t think that’ll be how you go out.  At least not tonight!”

~*~

The end.

Author: zines@aol.com

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