Boyz n the Hood Page #2

I'm glad you're here, Tre.

You're a prince, you know that?

Yeah. You're the prince...

...I'm the king.

Right now, the king says it's time

for the prince to go to bed.

So get yourself together.

I'll see you in the morning, okay?

Oh, sh*t!

Somebody must've prayed for that fool.

- I swear I aimed right for his head.

- Should've blew it off.

Don't say that.

Don't say that.

It'd be contributing to killing

another brother.

Man, where are these fools?

We've been waiting out here

for almost an hour.

- We got a call of a burglary here.

- That was about an hour ago.

We didn't ask you that.

Yeah, well, I told you.

Besides, I don't like having

my son out in the cold.

Just tell me what happened, sir.

Somebody broke into the house.

I fired at him with my piece,

and he ran away.

- You didn't get him?

- Lf I did, he'd be laid out here.

- Is there anything missing?

- No.

Good, no need to make out a report.

- Got a 415 on Florence

between Vermont and Normandie.

Too bad you didn't get him.

Be one less n*gger out here

we have to worry about.

Hey, little man, how you doing?

Go on in the house, Tre. Go on.

- Something wrong?

- Something wrong? Yeah.

It's just too bad you

don't know what it is...

...brother.

Ice-cream man!

Wait up!

What's up?

You ain't sh*t.

You just like your daddy.

You don't do sh*t and you never

gonna amount to sh*t.

All you ever do around here

is eat, sleep and sh*t.

Look at this place. Way y'all act,

y'all must think I'm the maid.

- Is that it? I gotta go.

- Hell, no, it ain't it!

It ain't it till I say

it's it, damn it!

Cigarette.

Don't get smart with me, I'll knock

your ass in the middle of next week.

Where you going, you little

fat f***? You ain't got a job.

Who's that little f***er on my porch?

Oh, you're Furious' little boy, huh?

Boy, you look more and more

like your daddy every day.

So tell me something.

How come he don't play cards

with us no more?

I don't know.

I know he don't think

he's better than us.

Too busy shooting at people.

I heard what happened there

the other night.

He still got that same girlfriend?

Excuse me, Mama.

- Why do you always play football?

- Because that's what I want to do.

That's right.

I heard Furious shot

at somebody last night.

- He get him?

- No.

Who is that?

That's my lady, homie.

Her name's Brandi.

She ain't your woman. She's my woman.

- How, when she my lady?

- She's my wife.

I stick my ding-a-ling in her

every night, so that makes her mine.

Get your ass in here and quit

looking at them boys!

Punk!

F*ggot!

Get off me, with your big

Get off!

Man, forget that girl.

Come on, let's go see Chris.

- Where's my ball?

- Man, don't bring that ball.

Me and my daddy going fishing.

We ain't gonna stay long.

- Where's he live?

- He don't live far.

Rick, why you have to bring that ball?

I ain't saying nothing if it get took.

Y'all want to see a dead body?

Yeah.

Tre's daddy blasted

at somebody last night.

Really? What kind of gun

your daddy got?

I think it's a 357 Magnum.

Really? I got a deuce-deuce.

My brother gave it to me

before he went to jail.

I got it under my bed. Want to see?

It's loaded too.

It's up in here.

Damn!

It smell like a dog died.

- Look like Freddy Krueger got him.

- He stink.

That's how they smell after a while.

I wonder why it take them people

so long to pick him up.

Yo, man, I ain't going up in there.

- Oh, man.

- Damn, it's stinky in this motherf***er!

- Hey, throw the ball.

- You ain't gonna see it again.

Don't you know this is a dead body?

Yeah, I know that sh*t!

He ain't bothering you,

so don't f*** with him!

Throw the ball, little man.

I ain't gonna take it.

Chris, tell him I ain't

gonna take his ball.

I got enough money to buy me

a hundred balls. Sh*t!

Man, I told you not

to bring that ball.

Thanks, cuz.

Yo, dog.

Throw the ball.

Sh*t.

Let's start the game, man.

Man, you stupid! Don't have no sense.

Told you not to bring that ball.

Wait till I tell Mama.

Man, shut up. I don't care.

Tell Mama.

Y'all leaving?

Hell, no.

Give me my brother's ball back!

- No, no!

- Come on, man!

No, don't say nothing.

You're gonna lose, man.

- Give me my brother's ball back!

- What'd you say, fat boy?

- Give me my brother's ball back be...

- Before what?

What your fat ass gonna do?

Yo, Rock! Give the little

nigga the ball back.

Stupid motherf***er!

I was gonna give it to you too.

Man!

Hey, man, I got a football.

I never use it myself.

- I give it to you when we get home.

- He ain't gonna want it.

His daddy gave him that ball.

Wish I could kill that motherf***er.

Yo, Rock, give me the ball.

Give me the f***ing ball!

Hey!

Hey, little man!

Catch!

Man, you sorry.

- I'm going to the store.

- Why? You ain't got no money.

I'm going anyway.

- So you a leader or a follower?

- I'm a leader.

Okay, then. What's the three rules?

Break it down for me. And, hey...

...think before you answer.

- I got it!

Always look a person in the eye.

Do that, they respect you better.

Two was to never be afraid

to ask you for anything.

Stealing isn't necessary.

And the last one, I think, was...

...to never respect anybody

who doesn't respect you back.

That right?

Yeah. Yeah, you got it.

What do you know about sex?

- I know a little bit.

- Oh, yeah? What little bit is that?

I know, I take a girl...

...stick my thing in her...

...and nine months later

a baby comes out.

You think that's it?

Basically, yeah.

Well, remember this:

Anyone fool with a dick can make a baby, but

only a real man can raise his chldren.

I wasn't but 17 when your mother

was pregnant with you.

All of my friends was dropping out

of high school...

...hanging out in front of liquor

stores, getting drunk, getting high.

Some of them was robbing people.

Some of them was even killing people.

Hey, you remember my friend Marcus?

He got into robbing people,

wanted me to join him...

...but I said, "No,

I'm getting ready to have a son. "

I knew you'd be a boy.

I wanted to be somebody

you could look up to.

So I guess that's why

I went to Vietnam.

Don't ever go in the Army, Tre.

Black man ain't got

no place in the Army.

Damn!

Why'd you get it all over me?

- Don't do that no more, that's nasty.

- What?

Oh, wait! Listen to this song!

I love this song!

Things are gonna get easier

Ooh, child

Things'll get brighter

Ooh, child

Things are gonna get easier

Oh, damn!

Looks like they going to juvie.

No, man. They going to the gates.

- Yo, man, what happened?

- They were stealing.

Someday we'll walk in

The rays of a beautiful sun

Someday when the world

Is much brighter

Ooh, child

Things are gonna be easier

Ooh, child

Things'll be brighter

Ooh, child

Things are gonna be easier

Ooh, child

Things'll be brighter

Someday, we'll get it together

And we'll get it undone

Someday

Come on, Tre. Let's go, son.

Come here, Rick.

Come on, man.

Come here, man. Look at all

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