Friday Page #2

-l lost.

Roll the dice.

Deebo.

Hold my money.

Watch him.

Can l talk to you?

Sh*t.

Pops tripping.

He want me to ask

for my bike back.

You know l wouldnt trip.

What bike?

Beach Cruiser--

the one l let you use...

the one l been asking about.

Oh, that bike.

l didnt know you wanted it.

lts right here.

Follow me, holmes.

lts like its both of ours.

We just keep it at my house.

Sh*t!

Thats my bike, punk!

You got knocked the f*** out!

You want some of this, too,

old man?

Get in this car.

l dont know why you come here

messing with these people.

Hurry up!

They got in the car

and boned out!

You lying.

l swear to God. We was rollin.

Damn.

Tell that little girl

to stop playing on my phone.

What little girl?

Joi. She keeps calling

and hanging up.

lts her cause l star-69ed her,

and she hung up again.

l dont like her

disrespecting my house.

You tell her l said to stop it,

all right?

Hi, Mrs. Jones.

Hi, Smokey.

What time your mama leavin?

ln a little while. Why?

Cause l wanna smoke this joint.

Lets go to my house real quick.

Cant do sh*t here.

Damn. Lil Chris got you, too?

Got me, too,

little b*tch ass n*gger.

lf l catch him,

lll beat him like his dad.

Excuse me.

Could stay off my grass, please?

Thank you.

Stanley be actin

like an old b*tch sometimes.

l know.

Nothing but dirt anyway.

Remember this?

Hey, man!

Shut up.

Damn.

Mama!

Damn! What you doin

knockin like you the police?

lm on the phone!

l left my key.

Always talkin sh*t.

Just open the goddamn door.

Stop slamming my goddamn door.

Sorry, Joann.

Lets go. l know you dont

wanna hear that sh*t.

l did!

Get your ass up and cook

or clean up or something!

Talkin sh*t.

Damn.

All you do is smoke weed.

Thats all right.

Dont worry about what the f***

l be doin.

What lm tripping on

is how you gonna sell bud...

and you smoking it.

l dont know.

Thats my only problem.

Worm gonna end up

f***ing you up.

Big Worm aint gonna do a thing!

All right.

Look, he need me.

Red told me he smoked a fool

for 50 bucks.

l dont give a f***.

l need you to go to the store

and get me cigarettes.

Give me the money.

Wait a minute. Whats this?

This aint enough.

Make it enough.

Let me wash your car for 2.00.

All you gonna do is smoke it up.

l dont smoke no more.

Buy me a 40-ounce

for my birthday.

-Today your birthday?

-Whats today?

Come on.

-All right.

-Shut up.

lm shot.

Get your ass off me.

l need some papers...

and humps.

Get these for me.

Aint got no money.

You owe me 2.00.

Oh, my God! lm hurt!

lm suing yall!

lm hurt! My neck!

My back! My neck and my back!

l want 150, 000.

We can settle out of court now

for 20 bucks.

Get your punk ass up.

lt aint even wet here.

Give me 10,

and l wont say nothin.

Get out.

Two fifty and a jawbreaker?

A dollar and envelopes?

What you doing?

You can get money for falling

in a store.

You need to stay off crack.

Get out.

You wrong.

Brother, stay black.

Shut up.

-Thanks.

-Thanks, my ass.

You better come by my house

and wash my car.

lm serious.

Goddamn.

Stop your sh*t.

Stop the mother.

Dizam !

F***in bucket.

Watch my car.

Make sure nobody mess with it.

Damn!

Mrs. Parker finer

than a motherf***er.

ld knock the dust

off that p*ssy.

Hi, Mrs. Parker.

Hi, boys.

When you gonna let me f***?

What did you say, honey?

Nothing.

Mrs. Parker just dont know.

Needs some young meat.

Mr. Parker

aint hittin that right.

She know what she doin

with them little-ass shorts.

She know we lookin.

lm on my way to work.

Make sure if you leave,

you lock up.

And answer the phone.

The cable people

are supposed to call.

Look at her.

She ought to be ashamed,

coming out looking like that.

Hey, girl!

How you doing?

Fine.

lm on my way to work.

Call me when you get home.

Go in the house and get me

something to roll this up with.

Bring a radio, too.

Sh*t.

lts hot as hell.

You a hype.

-What?

-You a hype.

Aint nothin wrong

with smokin weed.

Weed is from the earth.

God put this here

for me and you.

Take advantage.

Put that up.

Here come the pastor.

For what?

He probably smoke bud, too.

How you doing, Brother Craig?

lm all right.

l see. By chance,

is Sister Jones in?

Neither is Brother Jones.

They both at work.

Where your ass need to be,

n*gger.

Excuse me, Brother.

What we call drugs

at 7 4th Street Baptist Church...

we call a sinny-sin-sin.

Well, around here,

between Normandie and Western...

we call this here

a little twenty-twen-twen...

n*gger.

Give me a little

for my cataracts.

You didnt put in on this.

lts better to give

than receive.

Look. She bendin over.

Lord have mercy.

The Lord is my shepherd.

He know what l want.

Excuse me.

Mrs. Parker?

Told you.

The weed be lettin you know...

evil lurks.

Hector almost hit his nasty ass.

Whats up?

F*** you.

Why you dont like Hector?

Remember l was smoking weed

with that fool one day?

You decided to smoke

with the big boys, eh?

You aint showin me

nothin new, ese.

Shut up and take a hit.

Smoke Dog, baby.

Remember that sh*t.

Been smoking since l was two.

Take it easy, holmes.

l know what lm doing.

Shut the f*** up.

Yo, homestead.

Take it easy, ese.

Whats this?

lts angel dust.

l hit it real hard, right?

As soon as he said that,

l started feeling funny as hell.

Next thing l know, l was running

down the street in my drawers.

Get off me!

Goddamn motherfuckers!

Get off me.

lm in Deebos coop

sweating like a slave.

The only person who could

get me out was my mom.

l aint been right ever since.

Thats why l been,

"F*** Hector."

l remember that.

Peep.

Damn.

Got a little prayer...

Listen.

Thats Lil Chris.

Lets go get his ass.

Quit playing!

Dont let me catch you!

Stop, man! Quit playing!

lm gonna knock them over

next week.

Yall some busters.

Yall cant see me.

You slow.

You run like a girl.

F*** you.

Sh*t.

Here come Deebo.

Give me your stuff.

Sh*t.

Known for jackin a n*gger.

Thats all he do.

Whats up?

Nothing.

What you got on my drink?

Nothing.

Dont lie.

Got nothing.

What you got?

lm broke as a joke.

Yall some high rollers,

and yall broke.

Whats up, Stanley?

F*** you, then, punk!

l was telling Craig,

Stanley been acting funny.

Stanley left his window open.

Lets go in.

lm on probation.

l cant be...

Stop being a b*tch and come on!

lf somebody comes, whistle.

l aint tryin to get involved.

You dont get involved,

lll knock yo ass out, too.

Make a choice.

Hurry up.

You b*tch.

For some reason, l dont think

Smokey wanted to go in there...

but peer pressures

a motherf***er.

Come on, n*gger.

Always caught in the middle

of something.

Get your big ass

on in the window.

Hurry up.

Sh*t.

lts on now.

Damn.

Hurry up!

Come on. Bring your ass out.

Get off my ass!

Hurry up!

Get off my ass.

l aint with that funny sh*t.

Come on! Goddamn!

Wait till l get you!

lm gonna beat yo ass!

Baby, we was just prayin.

lm gonna get you!

You!

lll kill him !

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