Menace II Society Page #2

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Y'all gonna follow us, right?

Yeah, n*gger.|We know where it's at, fool.

Get the f*** out of here.

Get your ass out of here.

We don't need that sh*t. Damn.

Who got some snaps|on the petrol?

I got sh*t.

My motherfuckin' pocket|is hurting.

and y'all ain't got|no motherfuckin' money.

We'll get you back.

F***. Pump my sh*t.

Peace.

Peace.

It's hot as hell.

Turn off the heater, then, man.

You know what I'm saying?

Hell, yeah.|Kind of f***ed up, huh?

You crazy.|All I had was two 40s.

Of what?

Two bottles of ldes, baby.

You real f***ed up, n*gger.

F***ed.

I'm tired.

Get your ass up out the car,|n*gger.

Get the f*** out!

Break yourself, n*gger.|Break yourself.

Ain't this a b*tch!

Get your motherfuckin' ass|up out the car.

All right, n*gger. Chill.

Caine, get out the car, man.

I ain't going like a chump.

Don't make me rush you.

Get your ass up out the car.

Get up out the car.

All right, n*gger. I'm coming.

N*gger, I got you, all right.

Get your motherfuckin' ass|out the car!

B*tch, move!

F*** you!

Aw, sh*t!

Get out of the car!

Oh, sh*t! That's Caine.

Hey, they getting jacked!|Come on.

Sh*t, that's Caine|and Harold, man.

I know|that ain't my n*ggers, man.

Hurry up!

Hey, man, you all right?

We got to get him to a doctor.

What about him?

We got to do that sh*t|another time.

Let's go.

We can't leave him here.

It's not right.

Hey, Sharif,|that motherf***er's dead.

He's dead, man!|F*** that. Let's go.

Stacy,|help me get him in the car.

Stacy...Hey, wait!

Help me get him in the car!

Sharif, come on, man!

lt ain't right, OK?

F***, you stay with him, then.

I'm staying.

He's bleeding to death.

Where the doctor?

Where the doctor at?

Yo, give us|a motherfuckin' doctor.

He's bleeding to death|over there!

Just stick your ass|back there...

Get a f***in' doctor|right now!

We need a doctor!

A week out of high school...

and I got blasted|in the shoulder.

and watching|old gangster movies.

I got to see|some identification.

How about my army discharge?

I've got it here.

What you doing here?

No. I just thought...

I told them they didn't have to.

I told them|I would come get you...

and they could stay home|and relax.

Somebody must want me to die.

You trying to say I can't drive?

Yo, Rashid!

Rashid, hold up!

Have you seen my wife?

Merry Christmas, Daddy!

Merry Christmas, Daddy!

Kids! Pete!

Kids! Janie! Janie! Tommy!

Where's your mother?

Daddy!

Fine.|Not a smidge of temperature.

Not a smidge of temp...|Hallelujah.

George!

Mary! Mary!

George, darling!

What's up, O?

What's going on, big boy?

Just chillin', man.

I'll be in front...

Kaydee, Kevin. Come on inside.

What's up with that, man?

Hey, y'all.

I guess|I better let you all talk.

Boys, the Lord|didn't put you here...

It's right there in the Bible.

Exodus 20:
13...|"Thou shall not kill."

Oh, I doubt that.

or he wouldn't have put us here.

It's messed up around here.

You don't have any belief, boy.

Do you care|whether you live or die?

I don't know.

Come on, man, let's bail.

Sorry about that, man.

with that Bible and sh*t.

He be|in church every Sunday?

Faithfully.

That's what I'm saying.

It's f***ed up,|but it ain't no thing.

That ain't what|you was hollerin'...

on the way to the hospital.

You was soundin'|like a little b*tch.

F*** you, man.|That sh*t did hurt.

You fools swear y'all|so damn hard.

Sh*t, n*gger, that wasn't me.

Tryin' to act|all carin' and sensitive.

Yeah, that was you.

F*** y'all. I almost died.

I was gonna|tell you something...

before we went up|in the house.

What's up?

Oh, n*gger, guess what.

who jacked you and Harold.

I know|where they be kickin' it at.

Down with the 187?

Let's do this.

Do this for Harold, man.

You gettin' down, n*gger.

Hey, check this out.

Boom, y'all!

That n*gger shot that boy!

Give it to me, n*gger.

You shot that Korean!

You like that sh*t.

You always tryin'|to put on a show!

Let me get a dub|of this motherf***er.

This is bad.

Aw, sh*t. Man, f*** that.

I'm sellin' these motherfuckers|for 59.95.

I got money, n*gger.

Shut up, Wax.

This n*gger trippin'.

This is what the police...

Yo, man! What you doin'?

Point that sh*t somewhere else!

Y'all scared like some b*tches.

I seen lots of people|killed before...

I seen lots of people|killed before...

but I ain't|never done it myself.

I never had a reason to.

But when they|killed my cousin...

I knew I was gonna kill them.

You like|my little tape, don't you?

That sh*t was cool, n*gger.

But you should have came|to the Wax, boy.

He could have did it|much better.

Oh, sh*t, n*gger.

It's all about O-Dog, n*gger.

I'm gonna be|a big-ass movie star!

Look, n*gger...

Goddamn!|Ain't sh*t gonna happen.

Sh*t, ain't that hard.

As long as there ain't no crowd.

I'm not killing|no kids or old folks.

twelve o' clock at night?

Sh*t, n*gger, I smoke anybody.

I just don't give a f***.

Have a hit of this sh*t.

Look, not me.|I'm not killing no kids.

You know what, n*gger?

You acting real paranoid|and sh*t.

in front of you, n*gger!

and you ain't gonna do sh*t?

Man, f*** that!

I ain't lettin' that sh*t ride.

I don't care|who the f*** out there!

Goddamn it!

ls you down, n*gger?

Both y'all shut the f*** up!

Give me|my motherfuckin' joint.

F*** you, n*gger.

with one of them|motherfuckin' hot dogs?

Why don't you get away|from here beggin'...

hungry ass motherf***er?

Who you sayin' beggin'?

You.

Why don't you get a job?

What you waitin' on?

You done hooked us up|50 million times.

I'm tired|of hookin' your sorry ass up.

Get a goddamn job...

F*** you, and f*** you, OK?

N*ggers, hurry up.

Don't be playin'.

Dog? Caine?|You hear what I'm sayin'?

Kill them n*ggers|and get the f*** back...

so we can stab out.

I'm gonna be|chillin' right here.

You ready or what, motherf***er?

You want to go to my house?

You know you got a curfew.

stupid-ass b*tch?

Let's go to your mom's house.

We don't need this sh*t.

Go home to your mammies, OK?

Yeah, n*gger!|Break it down, fools!

Yeah! That's right!

Shut the f*** up!

Hey, homey, you need some help?

Punk-ass n*gger!

Come on, n*ggers!

but it really didn't|make me feel anything.

and if I had to,|I could do it again.

and if I had to,|I could do it again.

What's up, Caine?

How you doin' today?

I'm all right.

That's good.

I'm tired.|I'm in there studying.

You want something to eat?

Nah. I'm straight.

OK, have a seat.

So, where's Anthony?

He's in the back taking a nap.

Can I use your bathroom?

Yeah. You know where it is.

I got some money this time.

I got two dollars.

Where the motherfuckin' 20 at?

Come with the 20.

You owe me a dub from last week.

I got two dollars for you.

I know I'm a little short,|but, um...

Motherfuckin' fool, n*gger.

Come with 20, n*gger.

I ain't got nothin'.

Pay the n*gger his money back!

Want to play me at boxin'?

What you think?

I'll whip your ass.

What? Why you trippin'?

Because he's five years old...

and has no business|talkin' like that.

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