2Eleven Page #6

It's all cash, my nigga.

- Sh*t, I got half on me now.

I'll get you the rest

when I bump into my mans.

- Sh*t, that's what's up, man.

Let me know when y'all

niggas are ready, dawg.

- You know your brother

talkin' about movin', right?

- Mm-hm.

- Orlando.

- Well, you know Natty came

home from school one day,

talkin' about how she heard

about it and saw it on a

postcard and everything, you know.

Ever since then, it's

just been dwellin' on him.

- That might be good for him.

- Mm-hm, mm-hm.

So, you never think about

doing anything different,

and gettin' out of here?

'Cause you know where the

street life is gonna land you.

- I ain't goin' nowhere.

You know, the time you can't

afford to pay for the bills.

Streets pay for 'em.

I ain't goin' nowhere.

Sometimes I feel like I owe these streets.

- Now that is sad.

Your father felt the same way.

And he had a high price to pay for it.

You can change, though.

I mean, whatever it is you

think you owe these streets,

I hope you don't have to

pay for it with your life.

- We're good.

Trust me.

- Okay.

I hope you're right, baby.

- No, I'm good, darlin'.

- I'm cool, go ahead.

- Okay.

Oh, man, this boy done forgot his wallet.

- All that hot sh*t,

that's how niggas go down!

- Your brother.

- Don't make yourself no target.

- I hope you don't have to

pay for it with your life.

- Ma!

Ma!

Ma.

Ma!

Ma!

No!

Ma!

Please.

No, please.

Somebody f***in' help!

Ma.

It's gonna be alright, Ma.

Please.

No, Ma.

Ma.

- Murda!

- She gone, bro.

She gone.

I can't believe they took

her from us that easy, man.

Ever since I was like 13, man.

I caught my first body.

I know I was gonna die the same way, man.

And I accepted that sh*t.

I'd die for Ma.

Remember like my 18th birthday, man.

We was havin' a conversation.

She was tellin' me it's time

to get our life together.

'Cause one day we was

gonna have to bury her.

And I told her, "I ain't

worried about that."

'Cause she was gonna bury

me before I bury her.

I never seen this sh*t comin', man.

I never did, bro.

With Mama being gone,

I'm really all Murda got.

I know he needed closure,

so I promised to meet

him here once a week.

Hopefully, this will

change the way he think.

I know this time without her changed me.

I refused to miss the

opportunity to get my kid

out this environment like my dad did.

Mama always said there ain't nothin' wrong

with what you're doin', as

long as you make progress.

I gotta go legit.

- What up, dawg.

- You already know.

Just tryin' to cope with

everything life bring, bro.

- I feel you, man.

I've been tryin' not

to drink my pain away.

Sh*t ain't workin'.

- I feel you.

What's that?

- I'm learnin', man.

Not only should you appreciate

people for the good they do,

but for the sh*t that irritate you.

'Cause one these days,

they ain't gonna be around

to do either of the two.

I really miss how Mama used

to get on my nerves, man.

I was just thinkin' about how

every time I used the bathroom

she would stop me on

my way out.

And be like, "Zo, did you

remember to wash your hands?"

She used to make piles of

vegetables on me and Natty plate,

and try to sit there and try

to watch us eat that sh*t.

We would wait clean till she go to sleep,

and throw that sh*t away.

Promise to never tell on each other.

I'm gonna miss that lady, dawg.

- Tell me about it.

- Speakin' of Natty, though, man.

Me and Mama was talkin'.

I didn't know you was talkin'

about gettin' up out of here

on me, man.

- Yeah.

All I need is like 40 or 50, dawg.

Take me and my baby straight to Florida.

Start us a whole new life.

- I can't blame you, man.

- Hey, I meant to ask you.

You had Jess clean that mess

up at the crib the other night?

Man, y'all tore that b*tch up.

- Nigga, I ain't do that sh*t.

- The night them niggas killed Mama, man,

niggas hit my crib and took everything.

They got my stash, little

jewels I bought Jess and sh*t.

I had too much sh*t on my mind

to think about sh*t I

could replace, though.

- You ain't tell me about

none of that sh*t, nigga.

- It's alright, bro.

I bounce right back, man.

Don't even worry about that sh*t.

I'm gonna go to the crib

and put you somethin' together, dawg.

You know, just a little

somethin' to hold you over.

I ain't come here for no

f***in' handouts, man.

I don't need nothin' little, man.

I need somethin' big.

We need to hit another lick, man.

I'm good on that sh*t.

There's so much hot

sh*t goin' on out here,

I ain't tryin' to die in this sh*t,

I'm tryin' to get the f*** out!

- Did you just hear what

the f*** I said, man?

I don't got nothin', bro.

Nothin'.

- You ain't hearin' me.

- They took everything, bro!

Everything, my money, my jewels, Mama!

I don't got got sh*t, man!

Nothin'!

- I feel you, bro.

You know I just spent

all my last little bit

on Mama funeral, and that was unexpected!

I'm gonna sit back and just

see what this legit sh*t do.

I'm straight.

What the f*** is you talkin' about, bro?

What, you gonna wait on a job to call you?

Let me guess, you're gonna

hit the f***in' lottery

or somethin'?

F*** all that patience and waitin', man.

I need my sh*t now!

Right the f*** now!

F*** is you talkin' about, man?

What the f***, is you scared?

What is you in this sh*t for, bro?

There's gonna come a time

when you'll have to bust

one of them niggas, and

I don't know about you,

but I'm ready for that!

You need to clean

them pennies up, man.

Get your sh*t together, man,

you can't rob niggas forever.

You have an

opportunity to change your life.

And the life of the most important

person in your existence.

Natty.

Now, you at least onto that.

It ain't sh*t here for me.

Mama dead.

This nigga Murda ain't gonna change.

I know he ain't.

Me and Natiie gotta go.

We got to.

- Dawg, why the f*** you keep

callin' my phone like that?

- Because, man, I need to holla at you.

- The night the niggas killed Mama, man,

niggas hit my crib and

took everything, bro.

- Slow the f*** down.

What the f*** do you mean everything?

What the f*** goin' on, dawg?

- Bro, I mean everything, man.

I'm dead broke.

I couldn't even pay for the

meal in this motherf***er.

Why you think I came to you, man?

I need you.

I got some on the floor for us.

How the f*** you about to do this sh*t?

- Bro, I said I got somethin'

on the floor for us!

- Everybody watchin', my

nigga, just chill out.

- Not that nigga.

Is you with it?

- What the f*** you

tryin' to do now, dawg?

- Man, look, my people

sell blow in Ecourse.

I know the whole operation,

plus, there's only two niggas

where they keep the weight at anyway.

- And I know we can go

through there full-force,

and shut that b*tch down.

Plus, there's three

bricks of blow in there.

We could break 'em down,

sell 'em OT like we planned.

Easy money, bro.

- Dawg, so we about to

just run up in there

and take a nigga's sh*t, huh?

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