Gimme the Loot Page #5

Answer me when I'm f***in'

talkin' to you!

- Whoa, easy, little girl.

I told you-

- Don't tell me

to f***in' be easy!

- I told you don't f***

with their turf, right?

- You f***ing set this up?

You f***ing did this?

Whoa, whoa, little girl.

Don't f***ing touch me.

- I told you, stop f***ing

with those cats, right?

- What, your mother taught you

to go around beating up ladies?

- Yo, first of all,

you ain't no lady, b*tch!

Man, f*** you!

F*** you too!

Get the f*** out of here.

# Well, I say, if it wasn't

# For the Lord

# How would I know?

# What would I do?

# Tell me, what

# What

# What would I do?

# Would I do?

# I want to know

# Oh, what

# What

# Would I do? #

Yo.

I'm in love, yo.

I met this f***ing girl

today.

Oh, my God.

What the f*** happened to you?

Yo, sh*t gotta f***ing end,

Sofia.

I'm tired of this sh*t, yo.

I'm f***in' tired

of these niggas, yo.

I'm tired of them.

I'm gonna f***in' kill

one of them, yo.

Their f***in' moms

gonna be crying, yo.

- Your f***in' mom's

gonna be crying

that she even birthed you.

There's, like,

12 of them niggas out there.

- Listen,

they just f***ing with us

'cause I roll with a girl, man.

- F***in' with us

'cause you roll with a girl?

No, I think they f***ing with me

'cause I roll with

a easy target like you.

Always talking sh*t.

- Look,

I'ma let that slide.

Listen, let's just keep our eyes

on the prize, man.

Once we bomb this apple,

nothing-

yo, nothing they did

is gonna mean nothing, man.

We gonna f***in' make history

in their backyards.

- Look, you need

to let that sh*t go.

We don't have

no f***ing money,

we don't have no plan,

and if we did have some money,

you gonna give it

to some nigga

that you don't even

f***ing know?

That's stupid!

- No, I'm telling you,

Pedro is good for it, man.

You don't know sh*t.

You're not even f***in' wearin'

sneakers.

No-sneakers-havin'-

What the f*** happened

to your sneakers?

- I'm telling you

I got something big, yo.

No.

- No, listen-

- No!

- Listen, remember the f***in'

girl I was telling you about?

My love, Ginnie?

Listen, her f***ing parents

got that bread, like,

that Nantucket money,

like...

Look, and in her room,

there was this case, right?

It was a case full of jewelry,

full of-

Yo, I know how to get it.

You gonna have enough money

to move out.

You got five minutes.

- Yo, so all we gotta do

is get the key, and we good.

- So is there, like,

diamonds in there?

Like, can you give me

a little bit more information-

- Hell yeah,

there was diamonds.

There were f***ing diamonds,

rubies, pearls-

So what's the plan, then?

- The plan?

The plan is, I seduce her.

The plan is, you seduce her?

You serious?

Nigga, you couldn't seduce

a prostitute

if you had, like,

hundreds all in your hands.

- You don't understand.

This girl is on my dick.

All I gotta do-listen.

All I got to do

is go upstairs, right?

Get her naked, right?

F*** her real quick,

you know-

- Sucker, you think I want

to hear this sh*t?

- Why you gotta hit me

so f***ing hard, though?

So did you even use a condom?

I ain't f*** her yet.

Wait, wait, hold up.

You telling me

you didn't f*** her yet

but she got you f***ed up

in the head like that already?

It's not even like that.

- I thought you was harder

than that.

You f***in' soft.

- Listen, I'm a gentleman.

- You ain't sh*t.

If I f***ed her,

I wasn't gonna wear no condom

anyway, though.

- Oh, real smart, Malcolm.

Real smart.

- Whatever.

Oondoms suck, Sofia.

How the f*** would you know?

That one b*tch that one time?

Meredith?

- Listen-

- She looked like a dude, son.

- Stop hating on my sh*t.

- Her name was "Man. "

- Stop hatin' on my sh*t

'cause you don't get no dick.

Her nickname was "Manny. "

Whatever.

The fact is, like,

everybody knows condoms suck.

You would think,

after all this time,

they'd have made

something better, like-

- How exactly do they wrap

your dick better?

Like, that's the dumbest sh*t

I've ever heard.

- Why does it have to go

all the way down?

See, that's what I'm saying.

Like, why can't it just

cover the tip,

let the shaft

get all the juices?

- That's f***in' disgusting.

Shut the f*** up.

- I'm saying

they should just cup it.

- Oup it like what?

Like a little hat?

Like a fitted?

- Oh, no, but kind of-

no, like a yarmulke.

What the f*** is a yarmulke?

One of those little Jew hats.

I... I don't know what that is.

- Yo, the sh*t

that Mr. Donowitz wears,

the little black thing

on his head.

- Oh, the thing

with the bobby pins in it?

Yes.

- How the f*** was I supposed

to know that's Jewish?

What the f*** you think?

He was trying to make

a fashion statement?

- I don't f***in' know,

but all I know is,

until they start making

little rubber Hanukkahs,

I suggest you wrap your dick

proper,

or else that sh*t

just gonna fall off

and roll down a f***in' hill.

- Nah, yo, I bet you

she's a virgin.

So?

Virgins can have babies,

Malcolm.

Whatever.

- We should just rob this b*tch

straight up.

F*** that sh*t.

Nah, I already told you,

I don't want

no face-to-face on this.

And plus,

I don't want to scare her.

- What the f*** you mean,

you don't want

no f***ing face-to-face

on this sh*t?

You just met this b*tch.

F*** that b*tch.

Look, you always sayin',

"Oh, we gonna be

the biggest writers

in New York City. "

Well, do what you gotta do

to make that sh*t happen.

- You don't even understand what

I just went through earlier.

I got this.

All I gotta do is wait for her

to come out her building,

act like I'm bumping into her,

like, "Oh, sh*t. "

She's going to invite me

back upstairs.

- With no shoes on.

- Whatever.

She gonna invite me

back upstairs.

You know what I'm saying?

And I'm gonna get up in it,

take the chain,

and be out, so smooth.

It's gonna be so easy, yo.

- Malcolm,

you are so dumb.

- You don't understand, man.

I got this in the bag.

That sh*t right there,

that sh*t remind me

of the thing that we did

with Scoop and Dash.

Remember?

- Oh, yeah,

it does look like that sh*t.

F***ing crazy face.

Yeah,

that's they signature sh*t.

- Yeah.

I like that blue sh*t too.

- Tryin' to help

your weak-ass book out.

- Please, girl.

You ain't all that.

- Nigga,

so why you jacking my sh*t?

- Whoo!

Guess who it is?

My wifey wants another delivery.

- Good.

Go get that f***ing necklace.

That's not all I'ma get.

You know what "delivery" means?

Do you know what-

It means dick.

I'm about to get some p*ssy,

with dirty socks on.

Ha! Out!

- NYPD!

- What the f***?

You must be the drug dealer.

Yeah, where's Ginnie?

What's the magic word?

I... I don't know.

Nope.

Um...

- It's not "um. "

It's not "I don't know. "

- Look, I need to see her.

She has my shoes.

- You think she's cuter

than me?

She has my sneakers.

You have no shoes.

Yeah, I know.

Where's your shoes at?

She has 'em.

- Well, you should probably

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