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- I don't be likin' them b*tches.

Always be trippin'.

Walkin' with their nose up,

like they all that.

Word, always hittin' me and sh*t.

- Like that girl Shanice.

She don't stop 'til I smack her.

- Word, right.

They be hittin'you

'til you smack 'em.

Then they cry,

but they like that sh*t.

Word, they think they all that,

but they just want you

to smack they head.

Oh.

Where you goin ', man?

Watchin 'girls.

- That's cold, man.

- Leavin' his best friend

for a girl, man.

Yo, Rosie, stop looking at me, all right?

Why you always lookin' at me?

- 'Cause you look at me

so much, I can't help it.

- I don't look at you.

- You do. You're always lookin' at me.

- You trippin'.

You drag all your friends

into our cheerleading practice

like it's all their idea...

but you bring 'em

so you can look at me.

- You stupid trippin'.

- It's all right. I think it's cute.

Girls always be sayin',

"Mikey got them spotty

white spots on him."

But I think it's cute, I do.

I think it's real cute.

- Damn, you be lookin'

almost white yourself.

- I am.

- Damn, why you buggin' out?

- My mother is white.

- Get outta here.

- She is. Straight up white.

Why she never come

to school, then?

She don't want you

'cause youre black, right?

- Why dont you live

with your mother?

- I do.

You live with your aunt,

with Hilary and Jewel

and all them others...

- so you can stop fronting

any time now.

- Shut up.

My mother's married

to a millionaire.

Word, she live

with Tarleak's old man,

with all them limos and sh*t.

She lives in Scarsdale.

She's got a big house.

Near as big

as this whole school.

You gotta go through a gate

and drive through a whole

forest just to get to it.

- What kind of car she drive?

- A sports car.

- What kind of sports car?

- I don't know. A Jaguar.

If I had me a million dollars,

I'd get me a Porsche 959.

I'd get me a sports car.

A Jaguar.

Damn, I'd get me

a Ferrari Testarosa, V-1 2 engine...

get me a Porsche 930,

straight six turbo engine...

get me a Vector B-1 2,

twin turbo...

go from zero to 60

in 7.8 seconds,

so don't even talk.

Yeah, well, who cares, 'cause

you ain't never gonna have

a million dollars anyway.

- I will too!

- Who's trippin' now?

Ain't nobody trippin'.

I'm gonna have it.

Someday, I'm gonna have it.

Hi, Grandma.

Yo, what up?

Why is everybody out here?

We just here.

What a place to spend

our last night on earth...

What up, y'all?

Hey.

Where Aunt Francis at?

She home.

Yo, why everybody

around here illin'?

Yo, I got winners.

Michael?

You're home.

Look, Nichole.

Your brother's here.

Hey, Nicky.

I know Michael wants you

to come back and stay with us

for a while.

Look, Aunt Francis, I just came

to get a few of my things.

I'm not staying.

Michael, you want Nicky

to stay with us, dont you?

Cant sleep here no more.

There's like a thousand little girls

running in and out of here.

Like my feet are hanging off

the edge of the bed already.

I know it.

I know it's crowded in here.

And you being

a grown woman and all.

Nicky, take my bed.

Doesn't matter to me.

I can sleep in here with

the girls for a while.

Aunt Francis,

I don't want your bed.

Well...

I guess I'll leave you alone

with your brother for a while.

Maybe he can talk to you about

staying with us a little longer.

Michael ain't no one

to talk to nobody about nothin'.

I gotta go.

- Michael?

- What?

Why you come home so late?

You know Aunt Francis

be gettin' worried when

you come home so late.

It's hard enough on her

without you be worryin' her

all the time.

If she gets too fed up

and gives all of us up,

I'm gonna kill you.

'Cause ain't none of us

can go back to our parents...

and I ain't goin'

back to no group home,

you hear me?

You my cousin and all,

we all cousins here...

but if you ruin it

for the rest of us, I'm gonna kill you.

- What up, G?

- I got ten bucks.

- Get you two bottle, homes.

- It's good stuff, right?

You tried all the rest;

now try the best.

Are you sure? I mean,

you know it for a fact, right?

Bust it, you don't like it,

you come back.

Jake give you back

your ten dollars,

send you on your way.

Just don't be comin'

back here again, understand

what I'm sayin'?

No way five dollars, man.

Last time I bought from Jake,

I was illin'.

That stuff be stupid cut, man.

Jake should throw me a freebie,

and just on principle.

Yo, Consuelo,

this is the dope.

Live kickin' jumbo crack.

You don't like it...

bum rush Stringbean

or Howard or Lenny.

Then you be ill on that

stupid baking soda, word.

What you got for me there,

little buddy? What's the deal?

Five dollars a pop.

Tell you what.

I'll throw you 20 bucks for five.

What do ya say, homes?

Five times five is 25.

Five dollars a pop, man.

Look, maybe I better talk

to Jake myself, you know?

You know you don't be talkin'

to Jake. You know that.

Look, you tell Jake that

I'll suck his dick good, okay?

You tell him

I'll suck him off real nice.

Damn, you know Jake down

with them fine b*tches.

Why he want that from you?

All right, listen,

how about you and me, baby?

We get in that car, I'll suck

your sweet little dick for ten bucks.

Get out of my face, b*tch.

Okay, how about

I let you f*** me?

Okay? I let you bang

this good thing if you just

ask Jake to talk to me--

Get out of here!

Go over to Lenny.

He be likin' them no-tooth,

old b*tches like you!

Yo, man,

we outta here, n*gger.

No, man,

Kermit ain't showed up yet.

Let me tell ya, that n*gger

set his watch for yesterday,

the motherf***er still late.

- Yeah, word up.

- I got them b*tches waiting, G.

And you said you gonna

be with me, right?

Come on, man.

You're makin'me look bad, man.

Let me tell you somethin'.

That n*gger, Kermit,

he is skied. You hear me?

That motherf***er is gone.

- You stand here waitin',

you trippin' worse than he is.

- Um,Jake, I gotta--

- N*gger owe me $50.

- That's what I'm talking about.

- That's twice his money

he ain't showin', G.

- Yeah, he owe me $50.

- Yo, I hear you, man. Come on.

- Word up.

Look, man, look, look.

Motherf***er still ain't comin', man.

Oh, you don't think so?

Let me tell you somethin'.

N*gger don't show up

with my money,

I'm gonna dead him.

- I'm your boy, man,

why you beefin' with me?

- Yeah, okay.

I'm gonna grease that

motherf***er like Sunday bacon!

I'm gonna cold drop

that motherf***er!

I'm gonna drop him, man!

I'm gonna cold drop him!

Now you know better

than to always be in my face

with this silly ass nonsense.

I wouldn't if Jake paid me.

But he like always gettin' mad

about somethin'.

And you know I ain't gonna

be gettin' all up in his face

when he like that.

- So instead, you get in mine.

- 'Cause you ain't like that.

My man Fresh.

My stand-up little G.

You see, homes, this--

Hey, what the f*** you doin'?

I was pickin' up.

Don't be doin' sh*t

behind my back! Why the f***

you gonna be doin' that?

Corky, it was my turn.

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