Dead Presidents Page #9

buy your way into heaven.

That's where you're wrong, brother.

We done bought our way into hell.

The plain fact is that I promised

the Lord I would never sin like this.

To tell you the truth, I'm not sure

I even want any of this dirty money.

Well, I'll tell you what,

Reverend.

We'll find somethin'

to do with your share.

- Amen to that sh*t.

- No. No, no, no, no.

- I'll take the money.

- You lyin' sack o' sh*t.

I'm sure the Lord will find

another way for me to do my penance.

Just tell me

one thing, Cleon.

Why the f***

you didn't grab the cop?

You killed him.

A young brother.

If you wouldn't have froze up like

a b*tch, maybe I wouldn't have had

to do that sh*t, now wouldn't I?

Would y'all

shut the f*** up?

Man, Delilah. Sh*t.

Man, radio said they got

Joe's stupid ass.

F***ed it up.

The whole plan was f***ed up.

We ain't do sh*t right

out there, man. Sh*t.

Y'all make sure that Jose's share

goes to Marisol and his kids.

- Walk on by

- Done.

Your junkie ass really

messed up out there.

Don't blame me

for your f***-ups.

I told Anthony I didn't want nothin' to

do with a crazy, devil-filled junkie!

- What?

- You listenin' to me? Look at him.

- Oh, sh*t!

- Now say some more sh*t!

I'll knock your ass

right back down.

Fake-ass wanna-be preacher,

no-members-havin' motherf***er!

Why don't y'all stop actin'

like some f***in' clowns?

You know, you n*ggers

sure is silly.

Now, you're standin' here fightin',

and we got over $300,000...

of cold, hard, unmarked U.S. cash

to split up five ways.

Let me tell ya somethin'.

You make me lose count again,

I'm gonna shoot me a motherf***er...

and then we gonna be splittin'

this thing up four ways, hear?

Man, I can't believe this.

They was gonna burn all this sh*t.

All this sh*t, and a n*gger

can't even find a job.

Well, that's Uncle Sam

for you, baby.

Money to burn.

Police have issued an all-points

bulletin for the remaining...

...Reserve Bank

on Noble Street.

Faces painted skeleton white.

Cobra, request your status.

Over.

- Five federal security guards...

- Anthony!

- She's already gone.

- Do it. Kill me.

The bloody shootout erupted...

an armoured truck... explosives...

No, motherfuckin' Joe.

You blew the whole

motherfuckin' truck up, motherf***er!

...the deaths of nine people.

The heroin ain't never

did nothin' to me.

...just moments away from the scene

of the crime... Robbery turned bloody...

- Had some sh*t got

into me over there, man.

- Crushed to death by...

Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer

Had a very shiny nose

- And if you ever saw it

- What you slowin' down for?

- Be cool. Be cool.

- What you doin'?

- Come on. Come on.

- What the f***, man? Aw, sh*t!

- All of the other reindeer

- What the f*** we doin' over here?

- Say, man, check out all these kids.

- Man!

Hey, let's go to the liquor store

and go to the club.

Look, man, I'm gonna take care of you.

We're gonna go down to the club.

- We don't know them motherfuckers!

- That's the whole point, baby.

Come on. Get in the spirit.

Hey, y'all come on over here!

- N*gger, we gonna get robbed.

- Hey, be cool, n*gger.

Y'all come on over here.

- Be cool, man. Damn.

- Rudolph, with your nose so bright

All of y'all gonna get some.

All right. All right.

- Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!

- What, motherfu...

Yeah, man. Merry Christmas,

motherf***er. Go on. Leave me alone.

Say, say, Skippy. Hey, man,

why don't you bring your ass

over here and quit that jivin'.

Come on. Yeah, yeah. Y'all take

all the toys. All right. Get one.

- See what I'm sayin'?

I ain't kiddin'. We givin' it away.

- All right. All right. Yeah.

That's why Santa Claus don't wanna

come 'round here 'cause he's scared

he's gonna get shot or robbed.

All right. Just one. Hey, hey, hey.

Give me this, man. Get a... Get a...

Get a toy.

- Come on, come on, come on.

- Why you stealin'?

You ain't gotta steal.

- All right, all right, all right.

- Funky little brothers.

I talked to him.

He says he ain't never gonna come down

here unless he's got police protection.

Last year, one of y'all n*ggers

stole one of his reindeer.

No, no. I say let's just go up there

and kill that motherf***er.

Man, me and Anthony gave out

a couple of things, but that was it.

You gave toys and turkeys to people.

Then you got the hell outta Dodge.

Man. Y'all sayin' my man is

goin' around handin' out $100 bills...

and sayin' that

God Almighty gave it to him?

My cousin lives up there

in Mount Vernon. He says that Cleon's

up there actin' a goddam fool.

That ol' high-profile ass

n*gger.

Bought a brand-new Caddy.

Folk know he can't afford it.

- Look, man, I'm gonna go

over there and talk to him.

- No, no, no. F*** the talk!

I'm drivin' up there, and I'm gonna

take him out before he rats us out.

Look, Kirby.

I'm gonna handle everything, all right?

- I'm gonna straighten this sh*t out.

- All right.

But if you don't take care of this,

Anthony, I promise you, I will.

I told you we didn't

need another man.

That's y'all's motherfuckin'

punk-ass friend!

People runnin' from their worries

While the judge and his juries

They take the law

that's part of the flaw

No. Oh, sh*t, Cleon!

Love, fallin', fussin' and a-cussin'

Damn!

The feelin' now is killin'

For peace no one is willin'

Kinda make you get that feelin'

Everybody's startin'

Use the pill and the dope

Educated fools

From uneducated schools

Right now we'd like to bring on

a young man who believes in

doing things his own way.

And based on the way he kinda

get next to all of the folks

who've seen him work...

his way has gotta be

pretty hip.

So let's lay some noise

on the mighty Al Green.

Apartment 13!

I'm so tired of bein' alone

I'm so tied up on my own

Won't you help me, girl

Just as soon as you can

Don't move, mister!

I been wantin' to get

next to you, baby

You see, sometime

I fold my arms, I say

- Ooo-ooo

- Mmm-hmm-mmm

Whoa-oh-oh

Oh, baby, hey

Needing you has proven to be

To be my greatest dream

Yeah

- I'm so tired of being alone

- Oh, tired, baby

- Here's the rest of the fifties.

- Put it in there.

You know, I still feel f***ed-up

about this whole situation.

Look, feelin' f***ed-up

don't help a goddam thing

and it ain't gonna bring nobody back.

- Sh*t!

- So, just worry about yourself.

We just gotta get outta here.

- Come on.

- Say, man, you got everything?

Yeah, grab that bag.

This is a b*tch.

This is it, man.

This is it.

All we got to do, boy,

is make it to Mexico.

We'll be fine.

We'll get us a villa, see?

And then, and buy a boat

and sail all around the gulf.

Everything will be fine.

We just gotta get the f*** outta here.

Yeah, maybe I can send

for Sarah once we get down there.

Well, anything's possible.

Come on.

Wait a minute.

Run, Anthony! Hyah!

Y'all get back!

Get away right there! Get off me!

Sh*t!

- You pity fool, you pity fool

- F***!

You better have some sympathy

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