2Eleven Page #7

No plan, no nothin'.

Just me and you, huh?

- Naw.

Me, you and Rick.

- How long you been thinkin'

about this sh*t, dawg?

- I found out about it tonight, man.

- I ain't feelin' this sh*t, dawg.

- This nigga scary, man, I

thought this was our man.

- Shut the f*** up!

- This sh*t crazy, man.

For real, dawg.

- Bro.

Come on, man, I need you.

I need you, man.

I can't do this sh*t without you.

Dawg, are you sure there

ain't nobody in this b*tch?

- Yeah, yeah I'm sure, nigga.

I just talked to unc about

an hour ago, we good, nigga.

- Alright, I'm gonna rock my sh*t anyway.

- Hey look, I'm gonna open

up the screen, though.

Just kick that b*tch right in, my nigga.

We gonna get in there and

do what the f*** we gotta do

and then we gone, nigga.

- Alright, bad.

- Hey, meet us around back.

- Hurry up, too.

- Go in the kitchen.

- Hey yo, they over

there breakin' the spot.

Hurry up and get over here.

- Bro!

I got 'em!

Pull off.

- Yeah.

- Yes.

- And every other

Thanksgiving and Christmas.

- I promise.

- Florida is so far.

- Not really, it's only a flight away.

- Well, I guess you got yourself a deal.

But what about church?

- I'm pretty sure she can

get to church every Sunday.

- Mm-hm.

And who gonna take her, Cynthia?

- Man, your daughter talk too much.

- It's cool, Zo, I like Cynthia.

And I know my payin' don't

matter and you probably

don't care but I think

she's a really good woman.

She's good for you.

- Thanks.

I appreciate that.

And for what it's worth, I do care.

Hold on.

Hello.

What?

Calm down, bro.

Where y'all niggas at?

I'm on my way.

Like I said, here I come!

Damn.

I gotta go.

What's wrong?

- I don't know, somethin'

happened to Rick, though.

I gotta go.

- I don't know, I'll call

you later, I gotta go.

- You can't tell me what's

goin' on with my own brother?

What's up?

- We f***ed up.

- Me, Rell and Rick went to Ecourse.

Tryin' to hit a lick on his cousin.

- You talkin' about the one

that's heavy with the blow?

- Yeah, and the f***ed up

part, those niggas killed Rick.

In the crib.

Though that know for sure them

niggas know Murda and Rick

run together, too.

Ain't no tellin' them niggas

gonna come tryin' to get at us.

- Come on, man, you know I

ain't about to let this nigga

go by himself to hit no lick with Rick.

- F***!

So somebody else done lost their life

behind another one of

your stupid-ass decisions.

I'm the reason why Mama got killed?

- Nigga, hell yeah!

Hell yeah!

If you wouldn't have went

off and got that hot-ass car

and made yourself a target,

she would still be here,

and we would be good!

Then you went and got

that young nigga fresh out

into some sh*t he had nothin' to do with!

Hell yeah, it's your fault, nigga.

But I'm gonna tell you one

motherfuckin' thing, dawg.

I ain't about to die for

none of that bullshit

you off into, flat-out!

- Bro!

Bro!

- I f***ed up, man.

I know.

But don't leave your little

brother out here like this, man.

I f***ed up.

Let's just hit one more lick, man.

Just one more.

You're all I got.

- I'm all I got, too.

- We've been lookin' for these

niggas all motherfuckin' day,

man, I can't wait to slide up

on one of these niggas, bro.

Dawg said they'd be up

in this motherf***er

around this b*tch, man.

- Yeah.

- Gotta see these niggas, man.

These niggas gotta have it, bro.

I'm tellin' you.

Hey, that look like the

truck right there, man.

Spin around, hit a U.

Know that's the niggas, bro.

Hell yeah, that's their truck, man.

We're gonna slide up on these niggas, man.

Slide up on this nigga, let

these niggas have it, bro.

Gotta let these niggas have it.

- What's up, my nigga,

I was on my way out.

- These niggas just

tried to kill me, dawg.

I don't believe this sh*t.

- I heard.

Word on the street, y'all

boys tried to rob Mr. A.

He wants y'all niggas here, ASAP.

- I ain't rob nobody, that

was my brother and them.

- Birds of a feather

fly together, my nigga.

That's your crew, ain't it?

Anything them niggas do gonna

fall back on your ass anyway.

- Mm-mm, nigga I ain't about

to die for none of that sh*t

them off into, dawg, I'm sorry, I can't.

- Listen here, my nigga.

Man up, nigga.

Remember, high to reward, high to risk?

Don't let nobody come in

between you and your money!

You're doin' this sh*t for your

daughter anyway, ain't you?

By the way, it's another

lick on the floor, now.

So you decide what the f*** you gonna do.

And don't forget, lock

the gate behind you.

- Dawg.

We gotta get the f*** from

around this motherf***er.

For real.

- Where the f*** is we

gonna go broke, huh?

Tell me that.

- I don't know, I know

we ain't gonna last long

just chillin' around the hood like this.

Best believe them Ecourse niggas comin'.

And that ain't bullshittin'.

They ain't the only niggas with guns!

If they come through, they come through!

F*** it!

What is you scared?

- My man.

What the f*** do you be talkin' about?

Rick uncle got guns and money!

And you can't go to war

with that if you broke!

But you don't understand that, do you?

You keep runnin' around

this b*tch like this sh*t

about bein' tough and it ain't.

This sh*t about bein' smart, my dawg.

- You actin' like a real hoe right now.

And I ain't about to be runnin'

around this b*tch scared.

Or hidin' from niggas.

So if them niggas is comin',

some of them niggas is goin'.

With me.

- You a clown.

Where the f***'s Zo at?

Gotta get the f*** from around you.

You gonna get a nigga

killed around this b*tch.

- I don't know why the f***

you always lookin' for Zo.

He can't save you.

It is what it is.

- I'm down for one more lick, y'all.

And we can't f*** this up.

I'm gonna be perfectly honest with y'all.

I don't wanna have to do this sh*t.

But I ain't got no choice.

And I tell y'all that, to tell y'all this.

Have y'all sh*t together.

'Cause after this one...

I'm done.

It's a little different.

We're dealin' with Mexicans.

Time is a factor, bring your A-game.

- I got you.

- Sh*t look wild as hell out here.

Let's hurry up and get the f*** on.

Y'all niggas ready?

- Come on, man, you already know,

you ain't gotta ask me no sh*t like that.

- Man, this sh*t look

dry as hell out here.

F*** is these niggas at, man?

- Them niggas gonna be out

here, damn, calm the f*** down!

Might have told y'all niggas, dawg.

Don't go out here on that wild sh*t.

Go out there, get them

bags and come the f*** on.

- There go one right there.

- Stop this b*tch.

- Come on!

Man, this nigga better answer

the motherfuckin' phone.

I was just callin' to check on you.

Oh, okay.

What's the deal?

How Florida workin' out for you?

- It's beautiful here and

Natty's gonna love it.

Yeah, I bet.

Well, we probably won't

make it like we supposed to.

Who is it?

Your brother?

I told you about lettin'

people who do so little for you

control so much of your life.

Zo, you know Natty deserves this.

I just hope you can fulfill your promise

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