Baby Boy Page #8

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You could never be like me.|You don't need to be.

What you need to do|is to stop blaming everyone...

...for your problems. Check yourself.

You know what your problem is,|baby boy? You got sh*t twisted.

You got an Oedipus complex.|Your mama ain't your woman.

But this is my woman. My woman.

All right, that's enough. Come on.

Forget this sh*t.|I got heat for niggas like you.

-Jody, that's enough.|-Nigga, you need to move!

What, motherf***er?|I said not to f*** with me!

Stop it! Melvin, stop! Melvin!

No, Melvin, stop it!|Stop it! Break it up!

Are you crazy?!

I told him not to f*** with me!|But you want to f*** with me?

I try to be a good nigga, but I can't|because b*tch-ass niggas...

...like you want to f*** with me!

You want a nigga with two strikes|to go to jail for life!

I'm leaving.

No! I'm leaving.|I can't live like this.

-That's right! You leave this house!|-You deal with your son!

-Or I'll kill him!|-Don't go.

-Deal with him before I kill him!|-"Don't go"?!

You're choosing this nigga over me?!

Your flesh and blood? Your child?

You are not a baby anymore!|You are not a child!

Wants to f*** with me,|I'll kill him!

Wait! Calm down!

If I get killed...

...it's on you, Mama.

You got your own life.

Yeah.

Mama got a life too.

I know now.

Don't call me|when he starts beating you.

I'm sorry.

I f***ed up.

Nigga, who told you|to light my candles?

I'm trying to set a mode.

Ain't no "mode," and get your feet|off my table. You moded.

Ow, nigga! You will never|taste this again, ever!

-Hush with that. You know you love me.|-That's why you out there.

Quit bullshitting yourself.

You quit. Better use your hand!|Towel's in the closet.

Do what you know, jailbird.|Good night.

Hold me.

Hold me tight.

Rodney, wake up!

Goddamn!

Rodney, you have to find somewhere|to live. You can't stay here no more.

You know I ain't got|nowhere else to stay.

I don't care where you go, just go!

Get your monkey ass out!|My house smell like stale feet!

Get out!

Good morning, scrub.

Built you a little fort, huh?

-I don't give a f*** about your fort.|-I hate you.

I hate you too, li'l nigga.|You ain't my son.

Sh*t.

-Come here, Yvette.|-Get off me.

-We need some order around here.|-Get your hands off me!

First, we need to get married.

-Then you'll have my baby.|-I ain't having no baby by you!

Why not? You got a baby|by that punk-ass nigga Jody!

-Two days and you ain't gave me any.|-That ain't my problem!

-Get off of me!|-You know you love me.

Get out of my room!

Get your ass back over here!|I'm sick of playing games.

Sit your ass down. I'll break your|f***ing face if you get up again.

You're gonna give me some.|Turn over. I'm horny.

Don't hit my mommy!

Shut up! Go watch cartoons.

-Joe-Joe, go to your room, baby.|-Open up.

-You're gonna have my baby.|-Leave my mommy alone!

Stop it!

You're gonna rape me?|In front of my son?

Stop!

Stop it! Get off my mommy!

Get off me.

-I want my daddy.|-I know.

-F*** your punk-ass daddy!|-I do too.

Fish and bread keep a poor man fed.

Add 'em up, bro.

I'll get you something to fight with.

It didn't take you that long|to sit down.

He see you. He's just trying to front.

Thanks, Kim.

What's up, Pea?

Strike 'em up.

Where you at, Pea?

Come on, add them up.

Where you going, Yvette?

Why you acting all man?|It's like you don't miss me.

You don't know what I've been|through the last two days.

Rodney tried to rape me|in front of Joe-Joe.

He was screaming, "Daddy!"|and I was there alone.

Baby, I'm here.

I miss you. I miss your ass so much.

I love you. You're my rib.|You heard of Adam's rib?

That's how God made Eve.

I'm gonna get my stuff.

Damn.

I can't do this.

How you gonna get him out?

I don't know.

But if we whip his ass,|he'll come back with his homies...

...and shoot me, my girl and my baby.

I ain't trying to be no killer.|I can't have that on my heart, Pea.

I feel you.

If you don't want to, I'm with you.

But if you do want to take|this fool out, I'm here too.

Let's pray on it.

Dear Lord, please forgive us for|the sins we have brought upon us...

...and show us forgiveness|for all our sins in the future.

I know you understand that niggas|ain't perfect, but we try, Lord.

We try to keep our heads up|in bad times.

This is a bad time.

Show us the way.

And if you can't show us the way,|then forgive us for being lost.

Jody.

Motherfucking Jody.

I'm sick of this|b*tch-ass motherf***er.

Cuz, you ready to smash on this nigga?

I know where his homie stay.|Turn on Vernon.

This nigga's dead.

You're a lover, not a fighter.

Y'all thirsty?

I'm straight.

Holler if you need anything.

Cool?

Everything's copacetic.

I hope Yvette hurry up|and gets back over here.

There's my girl.

Yvette?

You see this sh*t, Pea?

Played too much.

Yvette! Get your ass over here.

-What happened to Jody?|-Go back inside!

Thank God.

I thought I was....|I thought I was dead.

F***!

I thought I was dead.

Yvette?

Where you at?

What's up with the lights? Yvette?

So you're just gonna turn off|the electricity?

What? I'm supposed to be|scared or something?

Sh*t! Come on!

Look! Get him!

Blast!

Come on.

F***! Goddamn!

Finish him off, man. Do it, cuz.

Shoot me, motherf***er!

I done seen everything except|Christ anyway, motherfuckers!

Shoot me, nigga!

Come on! Come on!

F***ing coward. I'm a f***ing....

Get the f*** back, nigga.

What's cracking, Mama?

-You hungry?|-No.

-Where you been staying?|-I found a place.

Everything's grown now, huh?

I'm about to pick|some greens for tomorrow.

Throw them in the sink, wash them.

What do you want, Jody? Money?|I got no money--

No, Mama. God!

I'm cool. Gee whiz.

You want some money?

Yeah, I want some money!|20 years' worth.

If you was one of them mutual funds,|I'd be paid.

Melvin told me y'all had a talk.

Yeah, we did.

I'm glad you got a boyfriend.

I'm glad you're happy.

I just thought once you got a new|boyfriend, you'd kick me out.

I'd be out in the street|and get killed like Ray-Ray.

You did kick me out...

...but I ain't dead yet.|I'm a rider for mine.

Nobody kicked you out, Jody.|You just left the nest.

And quit this talk about dying.|Nobody's gonna die no time soon.

You don't know what life'll deal you.

Just try to be happy|while you're here...

...hope there's another place|better than this...

...and hope that Jesus|lets your ass in.

But while you're here...

...you better watch your back.

That's what I know, Mama.

That's what I know.

Let me get some of this wine.

That's mine. Go get your own.

Why? You realize I'm a grown-ass|man right about now, right?

-It's cool.|-So stupid.

I'll get my own. I love you.

I love you. You be good.

Ain't no thing, Mama.|I'm gonna do my thug thizzle.

I'm gonna make some changes,|change my life.

-What's cracking?|-What's up, Jody?

Not much. Loving this California life.|You know.

Keep my mama happy, bro.

I'm on the job.

Stay up, baby boy.

I got you.

What you know about that?

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