Friday Page #6

you let me know.

Thats my dog.

You OK?

No, Cupcake, leave him alone.

Let him be a man.

l taught him good, didnt l?

Now whos the punk?

-He think he a mack.

-Macaroni.

You got knocked the f*** out!

Give me my goddamn money.

Paybacks a motherf***er,

aint it?

Shana, come on.

My grandmama gave me this chain.

Man, you should have been

bobbing and weaving.

Look at you. Get up!

Since you aint,

lll take these shoes.

Big Foot motherf***er,

you can have your knife.

Cause l steal, l dont kill.

Hows your back feeling?

ltll be cool.

Bleeding and sh*t.

What time you waking up?

Eight thirty. Why?

l was wondering if maybe

you were feeling better...

then you could come over.

lm feeling better already.

lm going to call you tomorrow.

All right.

Eight thirty, right?

Seven thirty.

Thats right.

Hello?

Why you cant call nobody back?

Which one of your hos

has somebody shooting at you?

l dont know why l waste my time

on your stupid ass anyway.

l dont know, either.

lts over. B*tch!

l got your money...

and l dont appreciate

you sending your punk ass...

bust ass,

Jheri curl ass friends...

to shoot at me and my homie.

They liked to got dealt with.

Dont be calling here like you

some straight up G...

cause lll cut your balls off

and hand them to you.

l had to warn you too many times

about my money.

lts the principle

of the whole thing.

Theres principalities in this.

l got your money anyway...

and you sell that sh*t yourself

next time...

cause lm going to rehab.

lm through with this sh*t.

l was just bullshittin...

and you know this, man!

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