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WOMAN:
F*** you!

MAN:
F***in' b*tch!

WOMAN:
Yeah? All right.

B*tch-ass niggas these days.

BRANDON:
(RAPPING) I was a terror

since the public school era

Bathroom passes, cutting

classes, squeezing asses

Smoking blunts was

a daily routine since 13

Chubby nigga on the scene

Used to have the trey-deuce

And the deuce-deuce

In my bubblegoose

Now I got the Mac in my

knapsack Loungin' black

Smoking sacks up in Ads

And Sidekicks

With my sidekicks

Rockin' fly kicks

Whoa.

FLACO:
You like them, bruh.

Yeah.

Yeah?

You sure you like them?

Yeah.

BRANDON:
My Uncle

Marlon was a bad guy.

Not a bad guy like Magneto,

but, like, a really bad guy.

He got locked up when I was

little for a long time.

I remember, when he was away,

I used to go to my grandma's

house and play with my cousins.

There were three

of them, all boys.

I heard one of them

got killed though.

Hold up, hold up.

Hold up, hold up.

This is it.

RICO:
This?

Yeah.

ALBERT:
Man, why this nigga

got us in a trap house?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

BRANDON:
Hello?

(WHISPERS) F***.

Who are these

niggas on my porch?

Hey, yo, bro. That's our

little cousin, Brandon, man.

Man, I know who that is.

Who is these niggas on my porch?

I'm Albert.

Nice to meet you.

You a fat little f***,

ain't you?

You got activator in your hair?

Yes.

Ryan. What's up, little cuz?

What's happenin', man?

Shut up, bro.

What's up, cuz?

Where you been, bro?

I ain't seen you in so long.

My mom...

Yo, Gabe, bro...

Stop asking

stupid-ass questions.

Come on, man, I'ma call him.

Hey, you think I'm fat?

What?

RICO:
Shut up.

This water's real good.

This my nephew?

(MARLON LAUGHS)

You got hella big, boy.

That nigga's small as f***, man.

Your mom know you here?

She all right, though?

Mmm.

These two with you?

I already...

I know.

And now I'm asking.

(STAMMERING)

They're my friends.

Mmm-hmm.

Come on, let's go see your

grandma before we talk.

She still alive?

GABE:
Yeah, man.

She don't make no sense, though.

You shut the f*** up before

I kick you out this house.

Come on, man.

Not y'all.

Stay with your cousins.

GABE:
Hey, man,

pick that sh*t up.

My bad.

This a nice couch.

MARLON:

That's your cousin Drew.

He gonna look cute, huh?

Who's he?

Is you retarded? I just

said it's your cousin.

Come on, man.

Oh, yeah.

Niggas trying to smoke?

BOTH:
Yeah.

MARLON:
Hey, Ma.

You got a visitor.

Your grandson.

Yeah. Liz's son.

Say hi to your grandson Brandon.

Hi, Grandma... No, no, no.

No, don't touch her.

She'll flip the f*** out.

Hey, Ma, that's your grandson.

You ain't seen him

for a minute, right?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)

ALBERT:
Sh*t. GABE: Wait

for it, wait for it...

(LAUGHS) They just

let him have it.

Sweet.

Just standing there.

(LAUGHS) Bro...

RICO:
Look, look, here it come...

Right here. Look.

Boom!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Sh*t.

He got Falcon Punched, nigga.

Goddamn!

I would have had to pop his ass.

Hell, no!

You're mines, nigga.

MARLON:
So, what you

come here for?

I got into some trouble.

MARLON:
Your mama know?

BRANDON:
Mmm-mmm.

She don't know.

What then?

BRANDON:
You know

a guy named Flaco?

I heard he live out here.

And I thought maybe

because of what you do...

Oh, really?

What I do?

BRANDON:
No... I just

thought, 'cause you know...

You out here, and he out here,

and you might know him.

You know what Flaco mean?

No...

Flaco means "skinny."

He just a skinny,

little nigga like you.

You wanna know his real name?

Yeah.

(LAUGHS) I bet you do.

What he do to you?

Take your girl?

Nah.

My shoes.

(LAUGHING)

Oh!

Yeah, I know Flaco.

F*** that little nigga.

He used to push for me

when he was, like, 13.

Smoked some of my sh*t,

and went away for a few months.

He deserve to get his ass beat.

So, can you help me?

What? Help you beat

some kid's ass?

I'm a grown-ass man, nephew.

The f*** you thinkin'?

You know why I went to prison?

Hmm?

I was cooking at the time.

You know what that mean?

Don't do that sh*t, it's stupid.

I don't cook no more.

Anyway, I had this

big-ass batch to push.

And this nigga, Neil,

like a brother to me...

Grandma used to put

food on his plate,

we used to share

clothes and sh*t.

We started cookin',

making stacks.

And this nigga, Neil, decides

he's too good for me,

and he don't

wanna share no more.

Tried snitching on my ass

on some little bullshit,

tried to take

the batch and go solo.

That's why you went to prison?

Nah.

I found out, and I shot

Neil in his f***in' face.

Sh*t is wrong.

You got a problem, you

handle that sh*t yourself.

Ain't nobody gonna

pull that trigger for me.

You gotta handle your business

yourself, or get the f*** home.

But I just need...

Go on, man.

Get the f*** out.

That...

That b*tch is rude, man.

That...

That b*tch is rude, man.

Yo, that was f***ed up.

What's up... What up,

What up, what up?

GABE:
You looking for pops?

Sh*t.

Who the f*** is that?

What you doing

rocking them colors, nephew?

Black isn't really a color,

it's more of a neutral...

Man, miss me with

that bullshit, man.

He's nobody.

It's good, blood...

Hey, f*** that sh*t, man.

It ain't good.

I want to know who

this motherf***er is.

What now? Man, sit

yo happy ass down!

Yo, it's good, blood.

It's good, man. He a nobody, man.

F*** this sh*t, man.

BIG MO:
I don't know this

motherf***er, man.

Where you from, anyway?

I'm Albert.

I'm just saying...

Motherf***er,

do you know who I am?

All right, all right, all right.

BIG MO:
I don't give

a f*** about him...

Or this little...

All right, all right, all right.

You dealin' with

the wrong motherf***er!

MAN:

that bullshit up, man.

I'm the Gorillapino

in this b*tch!

Hey!

I'm the Gorillapino!

I smack little

motherfuckers like you!

(ALL CLAMORING)

(GUNSHOT)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

GABE:
What's your problem? Chill out.

Chill out. Chill out.

(BABY CRYING)

What y'all doing in here?

Oh, sh*t. Hey.

Mo, you f***ing open fire in

my house in front of my baby

and my goddamn kids, man?

That little mark motherf***er...

Why don't you shut

the f*** up and sit down.

Where Brandon at?

I'm right here.

I thought I told you to

get the f*** out, man.

Ryan, take these kids

out my f***ing house.

Come on, man.

Yo, I can't believe

I was just shot at, yo.

Take a picture of my

reaction face real quick.

GABE:
This nigga's

ridiculous, man.

You get what you

needed from Pops?

Nah, he wouldn't help.

Yo, tell him. Maybe

he know where he at.

Who you lookin' for?

This guy.

He took my shoes.

Damn.

Now I'm looking for the guy,

but I don't know where he at.

RYAN:
Who is this nigga?

Flaco.

(LAUGHING)

Sh*t, bro.

Bro, what?

Our little cuz looking for Flaco.

Right.

Say the nigga stole his shoes.

Word. (LAUGHS)

He always doing some

crazy sh*t like that.

Stay doing sh*t, man.

But I tell you what, though,

you slide with us tonight,

you'll run into him.

Hell, yeah.

Get in the car.

You know where he at?

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