In the car, he had Teflon go over the story again. Asked if he was positive that the nigga died... He said, “Remember them niggas hit the big Homie five times,and he didn’t die.” Teflon didn’t respond. He seen the mess those hollow tips had made. He wasn’t even going to attempt to deceive himself with futile thinking. Teflon had been in a trance and didn’t even notice how bold C-Loc was acting. Before he knew it, they were passing by the crime scene that not too long ago, he had sped away from. Sure enough there was still a lot of police activity, but out of everything, it was the yellow tape that made Teflon burst into tears of regret. C-Loc didn’t know what to say.