2Eleven Page #8

before it's too late.

We joked about this being

the ultimate paradise,

and it is for Natty.

And Zo, it is for me, too.

I've been blowin' you up.

- We only got one of them bags.

- What the f*** you mean

you ain't get everything?

It should at least been three bags.

- We tried, my nigga.

- F*** that, you ain't try hard enough.

Damn!

Now you know I ain't

gonna be able to get you

that extra bread, man.

- Man, I ain't even trippin'

about all that sh*t.

I'm in the hood.

- How long's it gonna

take you to get here?

- I can leave right now.

- I'm good, dawg.

But my daughter runnin' around,

get her out of here, dawg.

- Alright, man.

Come on through.

I'm gonna try to make somethin' happen.

- I'm on my way.

Damn, I hope he remembers

where this b*tch stay at.

- I only got one of

the f***in' bags, dawg.

How did the niggas come

out so fast anyway?

- I don't know, man, sh*t

got wild out there, man.

- It's like them niggas already knew

we was comin' or somethin', man.

F*** is he at, man, I hope he

got rid of them f***in' guns.

- No, man.

F*** is this nigga at, man?

- Man, don't nobody know, we good, man.

Chill that sh*t out, man!

There's Zo right there, man.

- Alright, I'm about to use the bathroom.

- Go in.

- What the f*** is wrong with y'all

stupid motherfuckers, dawg?

I told y'all niggas, no shootin'!

And you niggas only got one bag?

- Get the f*** outta here!

You saw how the f*** them niggas came up

out the house shootin' at us!

- No, I told y'all niggas, no shootin'!

- Get the f*** outta here, man.

You hear this nigga?

We almost lost our

motherfuckin' lives out there.

And all you give a f*** about is a bag?

- It's all the f*** he care about!

- Ask this nigga, he

know every f***in' thing.

- Damn, bro.

Damn, come on, get up, bro.

We gotta get you outta here, damn.

- I'm f***ed up, man.

- Come on, bro, we gotta

find Murda, come on, get up!

- That's what I'm sayin'.

Where the f*** is he at?

Only us three know about this spot, man.

I love that nigga to death.

This had to be an inside job.

Where you at?

In the hood.

Meet me at the room at like nine.

Right there in the hood.

Yep.

What's up?

You good?

- I made it out.

You get the money?

- Yeah, I got it.

It's right there.

Barely made it out myself.

- Nah, nah, I'm good.

I'm good.

I ain't been able to put

the bottle down all night.

- I was right there the whole time.

Sometimes you can want

somethin' so bad in life,

that you're willing to do

just about anything to get it.

Even puttin' your family at jeopardy.

Nobody knew about that spot,

but me, you and Rell.

As he was dyin',

he said he felt as though

it was an inside job.

- That's crazy.

- I tried everything I could

getting him up outta there.

- There's a lot of sh*t

goin' on right now, man.

I'm gonna lay low.

You need to, too.

I'll bump into you tomorrow,

split that bread up.

- Hey, uncle, I'm done.

- Hey.

You sure?

- Yes.

Yes.

- Uncle, I got everything.

- Alright now.

I don't wanna hear your

mother's mouth when she pull up.

- You won't.

You still need help cleaning?

- Yeah, but I got it, your

mama will be here in a second.

- Well, me and my dad had a conversation,

and he said if he couldn't

take me, you can take me.

- For my birthday, to the Disney World.

So far away, mama.

Of course I'll take you.

Yes!

- That's your mama.

That's your mama, get

your stuff, hurry up.

- Okay.

- Hurry up, mama!

What would make a nigga

cross his own blood?

It was always pure love between us.

I did a lot of f***ed up sh*t, man.

Believe me.

I know.

My intention was never

to hurt you, though, man.

I love you more than

anything in this world.

You know that.

I would've never wanted this for us, man.

But I guess it's like you say, though,

sometimes you can want somethin' so bad,

you'd do just about anything to get it.

No matter who you hurt in the process.

You know I gave you the

benefit of the doubt, man.

When you called me to the room that night,

I thought you was gonna come clean.

You wasn't even man enough to do that.

You was just gonna take off

and leave me in the dark, huh?

Your own f***in' brother.

Money over loyalty, huh?

So you and your big homie

put this whole f***in' plan together.

The same hat he gave you,

was on the getaway driver

when they robbed us.

I guess it was cheaper to pay

them than to split with us.

That's why Rell had to go?

And for what?

A measly

Guess Mama was wrong, man.

You're more like Pops

than I ever could've been.

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