Gimme the Loot Page #2

# Lord, send it on down

# Straight on down

# O Lord,

let the Holy Ghost

# Come on down

# Whoa, send it on down here,

Lord

# Straight on down

# O Lord, let the Holy Ghost

come on down #

Yo, Lenny, what's up?

Malcolm, wow.

It's good to see you, man.

Word, you too.

They got you workin' short pack

today?

Yeah, yeah.

They downstairs?

Yeah, yeah, you could go.

All right, watch your head.

All right.

Appreciate it.

- Motherf***er

from down the block, man,

and he talkin' about going-

garbage cans and sh*t.

Yo, what's good?

Look at this motherfuck.

Where the f*** you been?

- Yo, I've been bombing

like crazy, yo.

Did you see that sh*t I did

on the-um, on the Brooklyn?

Nah.

- Yo, a'ight, just load me up

on some deliveries, then.

I'll sell all that sh*t today.

Nah, man, we good.

Come on, Donnie.

F*** you, man.

Go pick up cans or some sh*t.

Listen, you come in Monday.

You work a whole f***in' day.

Then maybe we'll talk.

- Man, look.

Um...

Yo, I need to borrow some money.

I need, like, $500.

But, look,

it's an emergency situation.

Get the f*** out of here.

- Don't worry.

I'll work it off.

- I ain't seen you

in f***in' three weeks.

You come in and ask for $500,

man?

Yo, look.

Yo, this is-

- F*** you.

Come on, man.

This is f***ing

life or death, man.

Well, you're gonna be dead.

- You're gonna be dead,

so dress warm.

Yo, you a Yankee fan?

What about you?

Get the f*** out of here.

- You heard him.

Get the f*** out of here, man.

You're fired.

- Fired?

- Fired.

- Get the f*** out of here,

man.

That's why Ike Davis

sucks mad dick.

Nigga, f*** both of y'all.

Oh!

Jeter swallows, motherf***er.

Clown.

# Either that

or a 50-cent ho #

You set, Malcolm?

Actually...

They baggin' downstairs,

so they said give me, like,

ten of yours.

Well, I don't have ten.

I got five.

You want 'em?

- That'll work.

That's good. That's good.

- I mean,

I just have one delivery, so...

All right, word.

All right, here, turn around.

All I see on these streets,

Malcolm,

is guys wearing flip-flops.

It's f***ing disgusting,

really.

It's not a joke.

I mean, what the f***

is this city coming to?

Back in the '90s,

you would have never seen a guy

wearing flip-flops.

I mean, if a woman wants to show

her pretty toes, fine.

I don't recommend it, but...

You want to go to the beach

in flip-flops, all right.

It's a pass there, but...

What's the address?

- Yo, it's this girl-

Ginnie.

She's Donnie's sister's friend

from high school.

I don't know.

Private school girl.

Where does she live?

She's all right.

Yo, Malcolm,

could you just chill

for a second?

You know,

I'm really bored out here.

It's f***ing hot as sh*t,

and I just-

just want to talk

for a second.

- Yo, it's not even like-

it's not even like that.

Look, Donnie just chewed my ass

about how slow I am,

and I'm just trying

to speed this sh*t up.

Yo, f*** Donnie.

Chill and talk to your boy Lenny

for a second.

Yo, I gotta jet, man.

Like, come on.

I just need the address.

All right.

It's 34 East 1 Oth Street,

okay?

A'ight, what apartment?

- Six.

- A'ight.

I miss you, man.

Thank you.

- Be good.

- Peace, Lenny.

- What's up?

- Hi.

Hot out there, huh?

Huh?

- It's hot outside.

- Yeah, it really is.

Um, is Ronaldo upstairs?

Yeah, I guess.

Ronaldo.

# Ronaldo #

Sofia?

Yeah.

Oh, come on, nigga.

You still asleep?

No, I'm depressed.

Why are you depressed?

They discontinue Fruity Pebbles?

She dumped me.

- Now, you know that girl

was just f***ing with you.

You know

that sh*t wasn't serious.

- I can't stop thinking

about her.

I don't know

what I'm gonna do.

- You gonna give us

that 100 bucks

for that "Ronaldo loves Alyssa"

custom we made you.

That's what you gonna do.

It's "A-Lisa. "

Whatever.

- No, get it right.

And it's 80 bucks.

So then give me my 80 bucks.

I love her.

You love her?

You out your mind, son.

- Yo, I never gave her

this shirt.

You could take it.

- Uh-uh.

What do I want with this?

- I don't know.

Resell it or something.

Resell it?

Nah, it don't work like that.

What am I supposed to do?

Find some other herb

named Ronaldo

who's f***ing your girl?

I don't think so.

Hey, look, I can't pay you.

Look, you can keep the custom.

Give it to Alyssa

to try to win her back.

It's "A-Lisa. "

- You need to get over this sh*t

and go find some other girl.

I can't, though.

I got no money, I got no job,

and I got no girl.

I got nothing!

What about your kicks?

- Yeah, I got my sneakers.

Big whoop.

- Nah, I'm saying,

run your sneakers.

What?

- Look, nigga,

you owe us money,

and we need the cash now,

so I'm taking your sneakers.

But those are my favorites.

So?

Yo, what the f***!

B*tch, why the f***

didn't you stop them?

I don't care.

Call your f***ing friend.

I don't have a phone.

Call your f***ing friend.

I don't have a phone.

You don't have a phone?

What the f*** is this

in your pocket, then?

Oh, you don't have

a f***ing phone?

So what the f*** is this, then?

- He doesn't have a phone,

though.

- Oh, he don't have

a f***ing phone.

Okay, and since you didn't have

a phone,

I guess I'm not robbing

your ass, then.

- I'm sorry.

- What the fu-

F***!

# I believe

# I believe

# I'll go home #

Hello?

Take off your shoes.

I'm in the bathroom.

Hey.

You're not Donnie.

Who are you?

Uh...

Sliced my toe really badly.

Does it hurt?

Yeah, like hell.

I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

It's not your fault.

Come in.

So who are you?

I'm Malcolm.

Oh, okay.

- You just asked me who I am.

That's my name.

- Come in. Come in.

Into the bedroom.

Where's Donnie?

Come sit over here.

- I don't know.

He must be working.

Look at my toe.

It's really bad.

Yeah, it is.

You should put some Vaseline

on that or something.

My brother's a boxer,

and they always use that for-

- Vaseline?

- Yeah.

- No, it needs, like,

hydrogen peroxide or something.

Whatever works for you.

- You know, you don't exactly

seem like the Donnie type.

I mean, I work for him.

And we go bombing together

sometimes, but that's about it.

Like terrorists?

What?

Bombing?

Nah, yo, like graffiti.

You know, spray paint,

writing on walls,

climbing buildings.

- I know what graffiti is,

okay?

I'm not an idiot.

Um, look, I need a 50.

My wallet's in the other room.

Oh, I'm so broke.

- Yeah, I see you got, like,

a lot of cameras in here.

My uncle, he bought me a camera

just like that before.

Uh-huh.

I broke that sh*t, though.

It was a nice one too.

Got a nice big flash

on the top.

Hey, do you have $10?

I don't, actually.

I'll tell you what.

I'll give you $60

if you smoke me up

out of your stash.

- I-

- Here you go.

I'm gonna go get my bowl

from my mom's room.

- Why is your bowl

in your mom's room?

Oh, she doesn't care.

And she's in Nantucket

for the weekend anyway.

What the f*** is Nantucket?

Holy sh*t.

Let's smoke this.

- Word, come on.

Let's do it.

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