Right... you can picture the conversation
Raq: You been supplyin' to Ronnie and he's supplyin' my son. I need you to fall back.
Juli: Well that has nothing to do with me. I am a businesswoman.
Raq: Yeah if that's what you call sittin' up in a bodega sellin' scratch off tickets, cause that's what you are. That's what you always gonna be, I don't care how many clothes you put on or how much you get your hair done. You the same lil' scared bytch that ran to me to get ya husband off ya ass. You ain't built for this but this got everything to do with you. I'm warning you, Julianna. Next time ain't gonna be no warning.
*Juli does something dumb like send some shooters who end up botching it and gettin' killed.*
*Raq pops up somewhere on Juli and gives her a farewell speech, bodies her.*