Dead Presidents Page #3

You tell her I'm at where I at

and I'll be where I be.

Motherfuckin' pimp.

If I gotta go where every ho

want me to be, I be confused.

Motherf***er. Tell her

don't make me hurt my hand again.

If you want a do-right all day

Woman

You gotta be a do-right

All night

Jose, I love you.

I love you too, mama.

If you give my p*ssy away

to somebody else...

while I'm gone...

I'm gonna come back

and blow that motherf***er up.

I got this itch

I need to be scratched.

S-S-S-So... So you're sayin'

that y-your, your mama...

is workin' a night shift tonight?

Mm-hmm.

And you know what else?

You could scratch it

all night long if you want to.

You know I'm the n*gger. I'm the n*gger.

You know I'm the n*gger. I'm the n*gger.

You swear Big Bertha

won't get off work early?

She's not gonna get off

from work early.

- You scared?

- No, I ain't scared. I just don't...

You act like you're scared.

Come on. Shut up.

- Where Delilah at?

- She in her room. Come on!

- Say it loud

- I'm black and I'm proud

- Get out.

- Say it loud

- I'm black and I'm proud

- Go to your own room.

- Say it loud

- I'm black and I'm proud

Once upon a time

I almost lost my mind

I was lonely

So lonely

Once upon a time

Oh, Juanita.

Look, it's okay.

It's all right.

It's okay.

- Okay. Okay.

- Let me get your bra.

- Okay.

- Let me get it.

- Ow. Just unhook it. Just unhook the...

- I can't. I can't.

I'll get it.

I'll do it. I'll do it.

- Okay. Okay.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Don't peek. Don't look at...

Don't look at me. Okay.

Okay. Okay.

- Oh!

- What?

That's not it.

Up, up, up, up. Higher. Ow.

- That's too high. Wait. Down, down.

- Okay, wait.

- Right there? Okay.

- Yeah.

- Okay. Okay.

- All right.

- It's okay.

- Uh-oh. Wait.

Okay. Easy. Ow!

Ah!

Oh, sh*t. Wait, wait, wait.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- Baby.

You know, Marisol and Jose

goin' down to city hall tomorrow.

Oh, yeah? What for?

To get married.

- Is that right?

- What you think about that?

Nothin', I guess.

So I guess you don't want me

to wait for you either.

Look, Juanita,

I didn't say that.

So then you're gonna marry me

when you get back?

I mean, if you

ain't got somebody else.

I don't want nobody else.

Juanita, have you

ever thought maybe...

maybe I might get hurt out there

and never come back?

You know, I don't want

you waitin' for nothin'.

You're not scared of losing me?

I didn't say that either.

I'm scared of losing you.

So, do you think we could probably

do it one more time before I go?

Uh-huh.

Oh, no.

- It's Ma!

- Shh! But it's just 6:30!

- She just pulled up.

- Well, go stall her. And close my door!

- Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!

- Oh, man.

I shouldn't have never messed around

with you in the first place.

- Right.

- You know Bertha gonna kill us.

- Wait a minute.

- Uh-uh. Ain't gonna wait no minute.

Would you move?

- Wait a minute!

Come on. Let me help you

with them packages.

- Delilah!

- I got it.

Girl, you got my good groceries

all on the ground.

Pick those up.

Since I work, the least you girls

could do is keep this place clean.

You know I'm gonna

wait for you, Anthony.

Juanita, I gotta go.

I gotta go, Juanita.

- N*gger, get out of my yard!

- F*** you!

Shut up!

What's your status? Over.

Sh*t.

Head for the rally point!

Get back to the rally point!

Get the f*** outta here!

Let's go! Pick it up!

Pick it up! Come on! Come on!

Come on! Move!

Move! Let's go!

Load 'em up! Load 'em up!

Oh, f***!

I'm out of ammo!

- Devaughn! Cover me!

- Stay down!

I got him! Hurry up!

Don't check out on us, Martin.

You're gonna be all right.

You're gonna be all right.

- I got him!

- Cover fire!

Goddam it! They got us pinned down!

We'll never make the rally point!

Dugan!

You think it's time we get these

f***ing dinks off our asses? Huh?

- Relax.

- F*** you!

F*** you, f*** you, f*** you!

Radio, up!

God don't like dinks.

- How's he doin', Curtis?

- Thanks. Thanks for not leavin' me, man.

- Where the f*** is that radio?

Get that radio up here!

- No, no, no, no, no.

Radio comin'! Radio comin'!

Get that cover fire, Ferguson.

You wanna die, boy?

Sir, sir! Lieutenant!

Arty freak!

Hammerhead, Hammerhead. Recon Cobra.

Emergency fire mission. Over.

Hold on, brother. Come on.

Come on, come on.

You gonna make it, dude.

You only got a little longer.

- You gonna make it.

- Grid five, seven, one-niner.

- Tell my mama...

- No, no, I don't...

Gooks in the bush.

Request firecracker salvo. Will adjust.

How copy? Over.

Roger. Solid copy.

Firecracker shot out.

Incoming!

Down! Down! Down!

Curtis, get down!

Curtis, get down!

Out-f***ing-standing job.

Saddle up. Let's get to the rally point,

take that whirlybird home.

- We got some beer to drink.

- We goin' to the rally point now?

The mission's been compromised.

We're goin' to site 37.

It ain't compromised no more.

They're dead.

Now this is Sneaky Pete.

Reconnaissance.

Some of them dead gooks...

they could have important

intelligence papers on their bodies.

All right.

- Move 'em out.

- Move out!

Hammerhead, Hammerhead.

Cobra on site of your mission now.

I count ten... say again, ten...

November-Victor-Alpha-Kilo-lndia-Alpha.

- How copy? Over.

- I copy, one-zero. Good job.

Hammerhead, Cobra. Solid copy.

Good job. Cobra out.

Aw, sh*t, man! What you doin'?

He already dead.

Motherf***er.

Looks like we nailed us

an officer.

You lucky bastard. You get back to C.P.,

you name your own price, sir.

No way, D'Ambrosio.

I'm keepin' this one.

Been lookin' for one of these

since Cleon and I got here in '66.

Ain't that right, Cleon?

I walked right by that guy.

You gotta keep your eyes open.

Oh, man, what the f***?

You hungry or somethin', Cleon?

Just like you, sir.

I'm collectin' me a souvenir.

Saddle up. We're movin' out.

That's all he's gonna say? You ain't got

nothin' to tell this f***in' sh*t, man?

- Man, that n*gger Cleon crazy.

- Yeah.

- Did you see that sh*t?

- I saw it.

- N*gger, did you see that sh*t?

- Yes.

I heard that n*gger's supposed

to be a preacher's son and sh*t.

He cuttin' off motherf***er's

heads for souvenirs and sh*t.

Now, if you hadn't flunked out

of Hunter College, pimp daddy Skippy...

you would've missed all this

good sh*t down in Vietnam.

Kiss my ass, n*gger. You the reason

why I'm at this motherf***er anyway.

You didn't tell me 'bout

this recon sh*t.

- That's 'cause you didn't ask me

when you were writin' me.

- N*gger, I didn't have to.

- Sh*t, I figured it was

better than being a grunt.

- It is.

Ant, motherf***er,

we out in the woods all day.

Them motherfuckin' gooks jumpin' out

like Indians every five minutes.

- Man, a n*gger

ain't made for this sh*t.

- You thought this was a skate.

N*gger, ain't nothin'

wrong with no skate.

You could just call me

a skatin' motherf***er.

I skate my ass right out of here,

they give me a chance to.

- Ain't no shitbirds on my squad.

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