2Eleven Page #2

- I'm callin' you a ho

ass nigga a b*tch, b*tch.

- Oh, what the f*** you just say to me.

- Shut the f*** up, b*tch,

you must be hard of hearing.

- Let me go!

- Shut the f*** up!

- Let me go!

- Shut the f*** up, yo know what happen.

Tell your ho ass nigga,

when I see him too,

it's a wrap for his ass.

Now, get your wack ass

up outta here too.

- Let go.

- Before I renew your ass too.

B*tch.

- Wait, Natty, you forgot your backpack.

- Oh, thanks, Ma.

- And don't forget to ask your teacher

for your progress report, okay?

Okay, I won't.

Bye, see you tomorrow.

- Okay.

Oh, wait, give me one more hug.

But mom, dad's waiting for me.

- I know, I know, I'm just

gonna miss you so much.

Okay, bye.

Hey dad, do

you like it out here?

Why do you ask that?

Because it

looks a little different.

Different from what?

Well, I was in class today,

and I seen a picture of Orlando.

And the picture looked so pretty, dad.

It had green trees, blue

water, and Disney World.

It sounds like you really wanna

go to Disney World, huh?

No, dad, I need

to go to Disney World.

Why do you need

to go to Disney World?

Because that's

my kinda beauty, dad.

You are silly.

What's up, bae?

Ey, get them rellos?

Damn, what's wrong wit you?

What's wrong, man?

What's wrong, man?

So, you ain't gon' tell me what

the f*** is wrong wit you, man?

- What ever the f*** you just did to Len,

he tried to take out on me at the store.

Who?

- Len, Tamika Len off Seven Mile.

What'd he say?

What do you think he said?

- He said f*** you and it's

a wrap when he see you.

So, now this nigga tough, huh?

Did he put his hands on you?

Did he put his f***ing hands on you, Jess?

Where my nine?

- Over there under the couch.

Where?

- Over there under the couch, man.

Man, what the f*** wrong wit you?

F*** all that

talkin', let's ride.

- Man, I ain't even got no

f***in' clothes on, man.

- Baby, this the spot.

- Hell no, I ain't never seen this hotel.

I am not staying here.

- I come here all the time.

- Okay, so take your other b*tch here.

I'm not staying here.

I don't even know where there f***.

- I don't know, you figure it out.

You the f***in' man.

- Killin' my f***in'

vibe right now.

- F*** your vibe.

F***, I don't care about--

- Talk all that gangsta sh*t now, nigga.

Oh, you ain't got sh*t to say, huh?

What's good, bro?

- Sh*t.

Rode past the park and seen

mom and then out there.

Natty's sick, man.

Think she might need the

rest of the week off.

- Man, you let her run that

bullshit on you, nigga?

Nigga, what happened to you last night?

- Sh*t, chill blew with the wife.

My girl, man.

- Yeah, aite.

- F*** you, man.

What's on the flow?

- Sh*t, you won't be cakin all night,

you'd know what's on the flow nigga.

- There you go.

- I'm just f***in' wit you.

I just hollered at that

nigga Rell earlier.

He said he got something

on the flow for us.

- That's what's up.

Dang, man.

Why the f*** you always come up here, man.

That sh*t don't f*** wit you?

- Nah, it's the only place I can

find a piece of mind, my nigga.

- I could dig it.

That sh*t f***in' wit me though.

Ey, you get a little more p*ssy, man,

you probably won't have to

think so hard, don't you think?

- Man, I swear to God, you say

some of the dumbest sh*t, nigga.

- Damn, bae, you musta missed me.

- Hell, yeah.

Rell, what the f*** did I say

about smokin' in my house?

- Shut yo ass up, man.

Tell you 'bout switchin' that weak

ass hairstyle up 'ere there other day.

- Shut the hell up.

- See you ain't done

f***in' wit me either.

- Bae, you know I just been workin'.

- Yeah, whatever.

B*tches gettin' a little

nagged don't know how to act.

I'll see you.

- Straight up.

- I'm just like the

rest of you muthafuckers

I'm just out here tryin'

to get this money.

- Ain't got me none of that sh*t.

- Nigga, how come erry time you come

over here you ask me for somethin'?

- 'Cause every time I come over here

you talk about how much you

money you got, mofucker.

- And you always broke.

Why don't you be useful, and

give me my motherfuckin' purse?

- Ey, I got some rich

dick though, straight up.

Yo ass workin' tonight though?

- Yeah, I'm goin'.

I got some money comin' here tonight.

So, who gon' be in there tonight?

- My nigga, Killz.

Erry time he come in the club,

I make a quick couple thousand.

- Oh yeah, dick ridin'.

Yo nigga, huh?

- I mean, he a'right.

- He a icy nigga, he be in

there jeweled up and sh*t?

- Yeah, he the type.

Real stuttin ass nigga too.

- Oh, yeah.

- I'm surprised your lurkin' ass

aint' seen him 'round the hood.

- I was just about to ax yo ass too.

What hood that nigga from?

- He a southwest nigga.

But I hear he do a lota

business in the hood though.

- Oh, yeah.

Sh*t, tryin' get one in like the old day?

- And if I do, what am

I gettin' out of it?

- Rell, it's not about how much I want,

but what I want.

Man, yo man,

Rell, a f***in' clown, man.

Yeah, what that

nigga done did now, man?

- Oh, last night, I'm

callin' this ho ass nigga.

- Zo.

- You was just the subject.

- Your freak ass left

with Meechie last night.

- Hell, yeah, that b*tch don'

got thick as a muthafucka.

Meechie who?

- Man, you know Meechie, man.

Good p*ssy, good head.

- Oh, the little freak b*tch, Meechie.

- Yeah.

- All right.

All right, nigga.

- Man,

y'all niggas some clowns.

Niggas laughin' at you.

But good p*ssy good head just put

yo mans on a good ass lead.

- Yeah.

- Some nigga sposed to be

throwin' a party tonight.

Gon' be a lota cash in that b*tch.

- I don't know, man, that b*tch said

some nigga named Killa, Killz, some sh*t.

- Oh, she talkin' about

that nigga from southwest.

Man, that nigga eatin' too.

- That's what that b*tch said too.

Tonight's sposed to be

his main man's b-day.

They gon' be throwin' a party.

Niggas gon' be goin' crazy in that b*tch.

- Man, I niggas ain't

tryin' run up in that b*tch.

- That's hot, man.

We can get down.

Gon' have to do that sh*t

way smoother than that, dude.

- Man, f*** all that.

I say we run in that b*tch,

lay errybody the f*** down.

Calm down, bro, calm down.

- Ey, tell your girl meet you when she

get to club tonight, give us a call.

- That b*tch sposed to be leavin'

with that nigga tonight too.

- Call her and see what's up.

I already know.

- So, boss man, when

we gon' do this again?

- I'm all tee for 'bout a week.

After that, I'm on it.

- Killz, I know you're 'bout to

tell me I gotta wait a whole week.

- Psh, nigga gotta eat, boo.

- I mean, I feel that.

But are you even gonna

remember me after a week?

- Maybe.

Maybe, huh.

Well, how 'bout I just give you

somethin' to remember me by.

- Hold up, it gotta go get some food.

- I'll be right back.

- Sh*t, we posted in the back now.

Okay.

- Yeah, he just walked up in there.

- A'right, here we come.

We on his ass now.

His ho ass in there right now.

- A'right.

Go around that way, we gone

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