Menace II Society

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Hey, hey, n*gger...

There's a gang of ho's|up in this motherf***er.

Y'all brothers|spare some change?

Hey, get the f***|out of my face, fool!

F*** what he say.

Hey, remember that one b*tch?

That b*tch was crying|like a motherf***er.

Hell, no, man. Keisha?

She gonna be|at the motherfuckin' party.

I want my baby.|Hear me, though.

She got a body.

Yeah, she got a body, man.

Sh*t.|I'm about to get wooded up.

Let's see|what's up in this motherf***er.

You ain't got to be creepin'.

What you want, Dog?

Give me that O.E.

I'm gonna f***|with some of this ldes.

You not drink beer in store.

Hey, man, I'm gonna pay you.

Hey, look, b*tch...

You gettin' on my nerves!

You hurry up and buy.

Shut the f*** up, man.

Just pay and leave.

Hey, man,|I said I'm gonna pay you.

Why don't you calm|your motherfuckin' nerves?

Hurry up and go.

Why don't you|go ahead and get it?

I got your bag.

Why don't you get my change?

I don't want any trouble.

Just get out.

Can't stand y'all.

I feel sorry for your mother.

What you say about my mama?

You feel sorry for who?

I don't want any trouble.|Just get out!

I don't want any trouble.|Just get out!

Where the motherfuckin'|videotape?

Give me the motherfuckin' video.

Stop. Bring yo...

Hey, n*gger.

Clean the cash register.|Come on.

Sh*t.

Shut the f*** up.|I ain't playin'.

What the f*** did you do, man?

I said eject it!

B*tch, if you don't eject it...

I'm gonna smoke|your f***in' ass!

Hey, b*tch, do it right now.

N*gger, hurry up!

Come on, man.

Let's raise up, man. Damn!

N*gger...I can't believe this.

What the fu...

Six motherfuckin' dollars,|n*gger?

This don't make sense.|Let's just go, man.

Goddamn ready teller.

Dog!

I'm keeping your sh*t, too.

Jackpot.

Here we go.

Got to get this money.

Where all the money at?|F*** that.

F***, let's go!

Goddamn.

Went into the store|just to get a beer.

Aprs a, j'ai su que|I't allait tre long.

One thousand persons rioted...

in the Watts district|last night.

The riot was touched off when|three drunk-driving suspects...

We're right in the center...

Burn, baby, burn!

Burn, baby, burn.

said his troops|sent into the riot area...

My father sold dope...

and my mother|was a heroin addict.

Moms and pops were popular...

in the neighborhood.

They'd always have parties...

or who was|on their way to jail.

or a cabdriver or a plumber...

but his main job|was selling drugs.

before he could even sell 'em.

Then he'd have to beat her up.

Growing up with parents|like that...

I heard a lot, and I saw a lot.

lnstead of keeping me|out of trouble...

they turned me on to it.

That f***er's got|some love up there.

There were some tears of joy.

If you're|gonna give me some head...

What's up, Pernell, Clyde?

Stop calling me that.

Shut up, little ol' n*gger.

This party here for grown folks.

Y'all ain't grown.

We older than your little ass.

Tat know you out here?

Nope. I snuck out.

You a bad f***er. Come here.

You gonna get us in trouble.

What you doing?

Give the little n*gger a drink.

What the f*** is that?

What the hell you doin', boy?

You mess around|and shoot all of us.

Let me see it.

Wait a minute.

Let me show you how to hold it.

Caine!

What you doing out that room?

I'm just out here playin', Mama.

You better get your ass|in that room...

before your daddy catch you.

You hear me talking to you?|Now!

What the hell?

He taught me things.

Pow! 21!

Motherf***er!

Are y'all done yet?

Hold up, b*tch.

Let us clean off the table.

Sh*t, I've been waitin' all day.

Gonna bust her head|wide open, man.

I got something for you.

I think Tat|keeping her up at night...

trying to knock the linin'|out that motherf***er.

F*** that sh*t.

before you went upstate.

You know what I'm saying?

F*** you, Jack.

Who the f***|you think you is...

motherfuckin'|Ron O'Neal or something?

Talking about|I better pay or else.

I ain't your b*tch, n*gger.

What you gonna do?

What am I going to do?

Hey, hold up, Tat.

Get the f*** out the way.

Squeeze that sh*t, man.

What, I'm supposed|to be scared now...

I'll pay your monkey ass|when I feel like it.

Better suck my dick.

Suck on this, motherf***er!

Tat, what the f***, man?

You owe me some money,|motherf***er?

Hell, no, but here you go.

Hit me.

Here, take it.

but it wasn't the last.

I got used to it, though.

Kaydee.

Kaydee.

I'lI see you next year.

I graduated|with about haIf of it.

Growing up out here...

What the hell you doing?

Trying to ride|this old raggedy thing.

You must want a new Big Wheel.

I'm gonna buy you a new one, OK?

All right?

What's up, little man?

Hi, Caine.

Oh, is he?

lt ain't no thing.

This is my partner right there.

Ain't that right, little man?

So you finally did it?

Yep. Finally done.

All right.

Congratulations.

Hey, come on.

Let's make it in the house.

Anthony came right after that.

but I still went by|to check on 'em.

and my moms|was too strung out...

Hey, Grandma.

Thomas,|come on out of that room.

The Lord's grace|is with you, boy...

when you get that diploma...

they'd be proud of you, too.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Let's dip|into the cock pot, man.

Graduation night.

My homey Doc threw a party.

My cousin Harold rode with me.

He was a hustler.

Had a Beamer, a crib,|and a fat pocket.

I never had to worry.

He had my back, and I had his.

We was down|for each other like that.

What up?

Caine's in the house.

What's going down there?

This is my cousin Harold.

What's up?

You want to be on prime time?

What?

I seen your ass|on prime time, n*gger.

I got the tape.|The motherfuckin' tape.

I told you.

The rest of the guys|are in back.

What's up, baby?

What's up, Duane?

How y'all doing?

What's up, man?

Let me talk to you for a minute.

Hold my motherfuckin' sh*t|there.

What's up?

I know you ain't dumb enough...

Cool out.

The sh*t is funny to me, though.

Let me|get back to this sh*t.

What's up, fool?

What up, Caine, Locster, n*gger?

Where the bud at, fool?

A-Wax was older|than the rest of us.

I mean,|he was what we called a "G"...

He was funny to us.

it got to a point...

where he just liked to see|other people do dirt.

O-Dog|was the craziest n*gger alive.

All right, fool.

Give me my f***in' money,|n*gger.

Give me my sh*t.

Crapped out like a motherf***er.

Give me my motherfuckin' money.

Yo, n*gger,|throw that money down.

What's up, black man?

I'm coolin'.

Why's that hood on your head?

You look like the grim reaper.

It's cold out here, my brother.

That's why.

he kept coming at us with it.

Yeah, right.

Toss me one, homey.

He went to a different|high school, though...

'cause he could play ball.

I got to get something|to eat, man.

Y'all n*ggers hurry up.

I'm hungrier|than a motherf***er.

I got the munchies|like a motherf***er.

Your big ass eats|too much as it is.

Damn. Damn.

What the f***'s going on|out in this motherf***er?

Me and Harold|going over to Jack's.

Hell, yeah.

stupid ass motherf***er.

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