Gimme the Loot Page #4

what were you gonna say?

I guess I should leave.

"I guess I should leave"?

Wait, that's terrible.

That's so much worse

than mine.

- I know.

I won.

I guess you did.

Hang on one second.

So weird.

Donnie's here.

What?

- What's the matter?

- He comin' up?

- Yeah, he's in the elevator.

- F***!

The top lock.

- Where's your phone?

F*** it.

That's my number.

Call me, all right?

Okay.

Bye.

Where the f*** is Malcolm?

I don't know.

- I got this.

I got this, yo.

# It began with an energy

similar to intensity

# Brought by greater divinity

# Saw our missions

infinitely

# Same with this energy

# It's just rippin'

and killin' me

# My tango went

unwillingly

# Body moving frivolously

# Yeah,

I be standing visibly

# Yo, music is my life

# And just the choruses

are cold

# This rhythm is in my veins

# And for it,

there's no antidote

# Yo, music is my life

# And just the choruses

are cold

# This rhythm is in my veins

# And for it,

there's no antidote #

- Sh*t.

Let's go.

Yeah, yeah.

What up?

That's right.

Score, score.

- Check.

Check.

Check.

Yes, you did.

What up, Al?

How you doing?

They letting you play today?

Keep your head up, kid.

Oh, yeah.

Superstar got the ball.

He don't want it.

He don't want it.

Damn!

Who's talking now?

You, obviously!

You, obviously!

- Shut up.

Get off the court.

- You talkin' all that sh*t,

like you nice...

Next!

- Knowing damn good and well

you ain't nothing.

Talking sh*t like you can dunk?

You can dunk?

Let me see something.

I got 5 saying

you can't dunk right now.

- I can't dunk?

5 what?

5 cash?

- 5 cash, right now.

Right now. Come on.

Talk that bullshit.

Talk that bullshit.

Come on.

$5, easy.

Your boy gonna-

- Okay, shut up.

Let me dunk, then.

- 5 right now.

We'll see.

We'll see.

Money talks.

Money talks.

Yeah, but you shut up.

Get the hell out of here.

Get the hell out of here.

Bullshit, man.

Out of here, boy.

I'm tired of him, son.

Sofie!

What's up?

- What's going on?

Ah!

What you doing here?

I'm looking for you.

You looking for me?

- Yes, you.

- What's up?

I need to push some cans.

So we all business now?

Nah.

Oh, all right, I got you.

Let me get this for you.

- Thank you.

- Yo!

What's up, y'all?

Yo, you smell that?

- What you talking about,

Rico?

Ah, summer, baby,

when everything in this city

smells like ass.

You know what I mean?

The dogs smell like ass.

The streets smell like ass.

The food smell like ass.

The...

Whoo! Damn, girl,

you smell like ass too.

- Your f***ing breath

smells like ass,

so please get the f***

out my face.

Oh, I know it.

Yo, I heard you and your man

were beefing

with them WKO cats.

He's not my f***ing boyfriend,

and who the f*** is WKO?

- Kapo.

ESJ.

Woodside?

That's what them d*cks

is callin' themselves?

- Yo, regardless, I heard

you was f***in' with they turf.

F***in' with they turf?

Nah, they go around

buffin' my sh*t,

and I'm f***ing with they turf?

F*** them niggas.

- Yo, you shouldn't be bombin'

in their hood

if you can't handle the heat,

mama.

- I can handle

every f***in' thing I do.

- A'ight.

- Shut the f*** up.

- A'ight, a'ight, a'ight,

my bad.

I'm just trying to look out

for you, a'ight?

I wouldn't want

my future wifey's face,

you know,

gettin' all scuffed up-

Dude, come on, son.

F***in' a**hole.

- Get out of here.

Stop acting all foul, son.

Yo, her mood is foul, man.

- Yo, you the one

comin' off foul, son.

Yo, what's good?

You left your dildo at home

or somethin'?

- Why, you need it

to thrust it up your ass?

- Wow.

Look, look.

Just tell your man to stop

f***ing with those cats.

- I keep telling you that's not

my f***ing boyfriend.

- Oh, really?

Why not?

What's wrong?

He ain't giving it to you right

or somethin'?

I think you need some of this

circumcised prize, baby.

- Yeah, keep humping

the f***in' fence,

'cause that's the only p*ssy

you'll be getting.

God, son.

Damn.

Why's he gotta go hard?

Extra, man.

WKO?

Yeah, Woodside King Orew.

Something like that.

Toys, total f***ing toys.

- Yeah, they got some weak game,

but they a'ight.

They solid customers, though.

They buy from you?

They don't rack their own sh*t?

F***in' b*tch-ass niggas.

I f***in' knew it.

- They just kids-

youngsters.

They'll get theirs.

Don't worry about it.

Damn!

I'm not worried.

You're not worried?

- No, I'm not worried.

Do I look worried?

Sofie, you look worried.

I ain't worried about sh*t.

- You should've saw you

back there, acting all crazy.

Yo, what's up, man?

We chillin' with my boy RX,

in from Philly.

From north Philly, right?

Exactly.

Hitting all the freight trains

out there.

Legendary, legendary sh*t.

You can check him out online.

Check him out

in old graff mags, man.

He's been around for a minute,

for sure.

- You racked all these cans

in one week?

- Something like that.

I had to step my game up.

Look, I got these sneakers.

I gotta sell these shits.

I don't know if you can do

somethin' with them or...

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Where you got these at?

- Long story. I can't even

get into that right now.

- Yeah, so, like,

$70 for the kicks is good?

Perfect.

- No doubt.

I got you.

So that's $60 for the cans.

And I got you with $70

for the kicks.

But wait, I don't have change,

so just take $80,

extra $10 for you.

It's cool.

Don't worry about it.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Thank you very much.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

So you should come over later.

Oh, word?

- Yeah.

- For what?

Oh, we're having, like-

It's gonna be a lot of people,

not only you and me, of course,

but it's gonna be a lot of us

just chilling,

so I think you should

come through.

- Thanks for the invite,

but I'm kind of busy tonight.

- Ah, really?

- Got some sh*t to take care of.

- I mean, you can come anytime,

so...

Oh, anytime?

Yeah.

I mean, so after that,

even if the thing is done,

you can just come over,

so...

- Oh, okay.

- Yeah, so...

- Just-okay.

All right.

I'll see you then?

I'll think about it.

Oh, you'll think about it?

Yeah, I'll think about it.

I'll see you later, Sofie.

All right.

Yo.

Yo, baby, what's good?

- Yo, f***ing check

her pockets.

Yo, calm the f*** down.

This b*tch is crazy.

Sh*t!

Check that b*tch-

Oh, sh*t!

- Oh, you suck dick for that,

huh?

God damn!

Yo, buff her, buff her.

- Don't f***ing write

on my shirt!

Don't f***ing buff my shirt!

Yo, do it, yeah!

I hope you enjoy that sh*t.

That's the first time

you ever touch titties?

That'll be

your f***in' last time!

Yo, shut the f*** up!

- And tell

your little girlfriend

that we just f***ed his b*tch!

F*** you.

No, f*** you!

F*** all y'all Queens

motherfuckers!

Y'all will never bomb like us!

BX in the building!

Come to BX

and try that f***in' sh*t!

Punk ass!

Oh, I know that's not

that skinny f***in' piece

of Timon-looking...

You f***ing set this sh*t up?

That's what the f*** you did?

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