Baby Boy Page #7

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Yeah, that's them. That's them, Pea.

I got something for their ass.

Pull up over here.

She just started Dorsey.

-She 1 4?|-That b*tch look like she 21 .

The one with the hat's|the one who took my Aliz.

Y'all talking about these hos.|Let's go get some.

Hold up, nigga.|Nigga, watch that sh*t, man.

It's your size. What the f***|are you doing, nigga?

Sh*t, nigga! Your ass stinks!|Leave us alone.

Get on the ground, motherfuckers!

No, Pea!

Get on the ground.

How you doing, homie?|You ain't so hard now, huh?

What up, nigga?|What you got in your pockets?

Say something.

You stinky-ass nigga.|Take a bath, homie.

These broke-ass niggas|ain't got no money.

F*** that sh*t. Stand up.

Teach you to respect elders|before you die.

Looney Toon, huh? Bark.

Punk-ass nigga.

You tried to take my liquor!

And you tried to take my bike.

What kind of b*tch-ass punch was that?|I thought I taught you better.

I hit the nigga in the teeth.

Are you saying his teeth|are harder than your fist?

Let me show you. You gotta learn|the one-hitter quitter.

No, Pea. Not him.

Hit Mr. Aliz there.|He took my liquor. Do him first.

You got to get up close.|You kind of draw back.

Not too far, though.|Aim for the nose or mouth.

-Prefally the nose. It's soft.|-"Prefally," huh?

Nigga, you know what I mean.

It's over then. You try again, nigga.

-Get your ass up, bike man.|-Come on, cuz. My jaw hurt.

Nobody got sympathy for you or your|homies. Trying to jump somebody.

Get your b*tch ass up right now|before I bust your head open!

Don't flinch, nigga. Stand still.

I said, don't flinch.

That's it, baby boy.

Don't flinch. Don't move|or I'll hit you with two.

Chuck that sh*t up.|Chuck it up, little nigga.

Oh, sh*t. This nigga got heart.

Look at this nigga. You got heart?

You got heart, cuz?|Go ahead and tell us.

Don't f*** with him.|He got heart. Let him go.

Yeah, I won't hit him.

I won't sock you, 'cause you|got heart. I respect that.

You ain't no punk-ass mark|like the rest of your homeboys.

-Let him go.|-I won't hit him. I'll whip your ass.

I'm gonna whip your ass!

-Who's your daddy?|-You're my daddy.

Louder, nigga! I'm gonna beat|your motherfucking ass!

F*** you, jumping punk! Get up!

I'm not done with you.|You need a whuppin', motherf***er.

Respect your|motherfucking elders, punk!

This stupid motherf***er's crazy!

Be off this b*tch, cuz.

What part of "couch"|don't you understand?

I'm fresh out.|Ain't you happy to see me?

No. I didn't tell you to come here.|You invited yourself.

When my parole officer saw your|letters, he approved my stay here.

I wrote you twice, just to be nice.|I wasn't thinking about you.

You wasn't? Why'd you accept|all them calls then?

I must've been in your head.

I'm your first.

Your first, your last|and you're my only.

-Quit playing and give me some love.|-Get the f*** out of my room.

I ain't going there.|And don't wake my baby.

You can have a baby with Jody,|but you won't f*** me?

You better get to the couch|before I call your parole officer.

-Oh, like that?|-Yeah, like that.

Give me an extra blanket.

Get it out of the closet.|And close my door.

Who are you, loc?

Where's Yvette?

Jody?

Nigga, are you Jody?

Yvette ain't here.

You come to get your little son?

Come get his ass.|I ain't trying to be his father.

Joe-Joe, come here.

You okay?

Go downstairs. Hurry up.

I can't believe he had the audacity|to come to my house...

...after he talk sh*t to me|when I was locked up...

...f***ed my b*tch and had a baby|by her! Go get the heat. F*** this!

-Hey, nigga.|-He's riding a bike?

You sound real hard on the phone.

-Y'all got to get that nigga, cuz.|-That nigga's a moron.

-I'll get that fool.|-Full speed ahead.

Come on, little man.

You're getting heavy. You hungry?

You know about that music, youngster?|That's grown folks' music.

Oh, that's Marvin!|What's he say, baby?

Jody. Marvin? Please believe me.

-Them niggas still at your house?|-No.

Wait right here.

I didn't ask Rodney to come.|He just showed up.

Now he won't leave.

You wanted a man at the house.|I guess you happy now.

I didn't ask him to come, Jody.

I'm not f***ing him,|if you're thinking that.

The car broke|and the engine needs fixing.

Ain't my problem.

-Get the f*** off my doorstep.|-Wait!

He don't love me no more.

He don't love me no more.

Oh, my God.|He don't love me no more.

Get me out of here!

-Peanut, what you doing?|-Nothing.

You miss me?

You love me?

You hear me? You love me?

What do you want? I'm busy.

You ain't doing sh*t.|Get me so I can give you a sample.

What? I ain't coming to get your ass!

-Where's your other baby mama's ride?|-Why you doing all that?

Tell you what. When I want|some dick, I'll call you...

...and you can find a way to get here.

Is this what I think it is?

Jody!

Jody! What is this?

Cannabis.

It was in my tomato plants! I show|you something new, and you do this?

Plant this sh*t in my garden?

-Are you saying I planted this?|-Who else?

I didn't. You need to check|your boyfriend, Melvin.

You're blaming me for his bullshit.

You know you did it!|Melvin wouldn't do no sh*t like this.

You trust him before me? Why would I|put weed in my mama's garden?

-Shut up!|-What kind of fool do you think I am?

Where's Melvin? Ask him!

-He's a b*tch-ass nigga.|-Shut up, Jody.

Watch. I'll show you.

Tell him. Tell him, Mama.

Tell me what?

She found the weed you planted.

Tell her about it so she can|get off my case. You did it, huh?

Melvin....

-Yeah.|-Kick him out, Mama.

-Mel! What were you thinking about?|-Getting blazed.

I'm not understanding.

I made a mistake. I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

Ain't that a b*tch.

Oh, so it's cool now? When it was|on me, it was World War Ill.

But since Mr. Melvin 'fessed up|to it, it's all good?

See how you is, Mama?|I would never do that sh*t.

I don't want to go back to jail,|or put you there.

But I don't get no credit for that.

-Shut up.|-Can't stand the truth?

Shut up!

How you think I feel, you laid up|with this thug-ass nigga...

...you don't even know,|who wants to kick me out.

I can take care of myself!

You don't need to check|the folks I deal with.

Am I in your business with all the|hookers you run with? No.

So I need the same respect!

You are getting on my last nerve|with this sh*t about Melvin!

This is my house too!

Your house?

Your house?

Do you pay any bills in this|motherf***er? Do you fix anything?

When's the last time you paid a bill?|All you do is eat, sleep and sh*t!

Walking around here|like you're King Tut!

Don't give me mess about|whose house this is. It's mine!

If I want to bring a man in...

...I'll bring a man in!|That's my say, not yours!

-What the f*** you laughing at?|-Your spoiled ass.

Melvin, honey.|Don't start anything, please.

No, 'Nita. He need to hear this.

I keep quiet out of love|and respect for your mama...

-...but you need to be a man.|-Be a man?

What do you mean? Like you?|I should be like you, Melvin?

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