"We ain't here to talk," Cube said, his voice a low rumble. "We're here to lay the foundation."
Before Meth could answer, the heavy oak door swung open. Ice Cube stepped in, looking like he’d just walked off a film set, his brow furrowed in that permanent, iconic scowl. Behind him, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk that suggested he knew something no one else did, was Eazy-E. Method Man 2Pac Ice Cube Eazy
"That's history," Pac whispered, a rare moment of stillness crossing his face. "That's a riot on wax," Cube corrected, nodding in respect. "We ain't here to talk," Cube said, his voice a low rumble
