Menace II Society Page #3

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Caine, that has nothing|to do with being hard.

Pernell showed me what's up.

And? ls that something|to be proud of?

He asked about you.

For real?

What's he up to?

Cool.

I'll be in the other room...

We gonna box and sh*t.

I mean, you know,|a little something.

Come on, Anthony.|Let's just...Come on.

I'm gonna beat your butt.

Get out of here.|Go on somewhere. Damn.

I'm gonna eat|these cheeseburgers.

Get the f*** outta here.|You stink.

Aw, sh*t! One time!

Break!

Fall out! Coe on!

Move, man!

Hold on.

Let me see that.

The gun.

Where did I put that letter?

Here we go.

ls this it? Yeah.

Pow! Punk-ass.

Look, it ain't loaded.

What the hell are you doing?

Yeah, Mama.

Anthony, get over here.

Get over here!

Let me tell you something.

Get out of here.

Get up and get out!

to stop giving us money?

Don't give me that sh*t, OK?

If it wasn't for him...

No, listen.

If it wasn't for him...

my black ass|would be dead by now.

I'm just paying him back.

and that you're alive at 18.

before you end up like he did.

Oh, really?

You act like|you never was down.

What's up with that?

Caine, it's not even|about being down.

I got a little son|to look after.

And you know what's really sad?

ls that I look at you...

Yeah. And?

Yeah, and what?

Look at you.

I got to go. All right. Here.

Cool.

Cool.

Jeah.

What's up, n*gger?

Ain't nothin'. Hold on.

Who that?

Co-Caine.

Hey, n*gger, where you at?

I've been tryin'|to page you all day.

Who there?

You down with rollin' tonight?

Oh, it's on.

All right. Bet.

Turn that sh*t off.

Got a baby doll.

No sh*t?|'Cause I like little girls.

Where your sister at?

Where your mama at, n*gger?

Y'all n*ggers|made something to eat...

ain't made me sh*t, huh?

You ain't sh*t, n*gger.

Yo! Who is it?

Nick?

Yo, n*gger, what up?

Nothing.

Why you come so early|all the time?

You said one o'clock.

I don't give a f***|what I said, n*gger.

I don't get out of bed|before 2:30.

so early next time.

U nderstood.

See what you got.

This motherf***er here?

Black Nissan Maxima. 1990.

They don't...

Cool.

Yo, Wax.

Yo, n*gger.

What?

Let me get some links|with them grits.

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

Go ahead, Nick.

for a car that doesn't run.

Can you hang with this?

Yeah, I'll hook you up.

All right.

Be here tomorrow night|about 10:30.

I'm sorry.

D-d-do I stutter, motherf***er?

No problem.

Tomorrow night. That's fine.

Did I stutter, motherf***er?

No, you're right.

No. No problem.

Man, get the f*** outta here.

Don't bring your narrow-ass|over here anymore.

Get your motherfuckin'|heads down.

Got me out wasting my...

One more, one more, one more.

Bingo.

That motherf***er right there?

Hell, yeah. There she is.

Look at|the motherfuckin' wheels.

Hell, yeah.|That's it right there.

Look at them rims.

Give me the slim jim.

Hurry up.|Let's get the f*** up.

Don't be trippin'.|I'll be outside.

Caine, get me|the motherfuckin' radio.

Are you watchin' out?

N*gger, hurry the f*** up!

Come on, man.

Got it.

You got it?

Damn, man!

Come on. Get in here!

Sh*t! Let's get|the f*** up outta here!

Hold it right there!|Stop! Freeze!

Let's go.

Let him go.

Let's go, boy.

All right, guys, let's go.

Follow him down.

Get the f*** off me!

Get the dog off my homeboy!

Get the f*** off!

Get off me!

Come get this dog!

to attempted joyriding.

They let O-Dog off|with a warning...

'cause he was still a minor.

lt was no place|I could get used to.

Motherf***er,|you don't know me, n*gger.

You got some money or not?

Hook me up this time.

N*gger, you crazy. Hook you up?

Get the f*** out of here.

N*gger, I just ate.

Call this motherf***er.

Yo, Dog, hurry up!

F*** you, man.

Wait, man.

What the f*** you just say,|n*gger?

I said I'll suck your dick.

Suck on that,|you b*tch-ass trick.

O-Dog, what the f*** you doin'?

Yo, Dog, hurry up!

Any y'alI want a hamburger?

What's wrong?

You don't want no hamburger?

You crazy.

Man, you stupid.

I got it from the basehead.

You stupid.

You stupid.

Now, listen to me,|you little b*tch.

and I want|some real simple answers.

You understand?

Let me get this right.

You bought the bottle of beer...

about 1 1 :
15?

You bought the bottle of beer...

at 1 1 :
1 5?

At 1 1...

Yeah, at 1 1 :
15, I...

Yeah, 1 1 :
1 5.

Why did we find it still...

there...spilt on the floor...

after the shooting?

When I was...|After we was leavin'...

After I left...

But you don't remember|what they...

Looked like.

Yeah, it was 12:
15 exactly.

If I'm not mistaken, it was...

Now, you see something?

You see now?

I said...

See what I'm saying?

No. I thought...

The more questions|that cop asked...

I was just waiting|for them to tell me...

they'd seen|that damn videotape.

But they hadn't.

You know it, don't you?

You know you done f***ed up.

Without the tape,|they had nothing.

What's wrong with my brother?

He's sick as a dog.

Look at him.

Yo, Caine.|It's Stacy and Sharif.

You all right, man?

Hell, no.

I ain't sh*t in a week.

Goddamn. In a week.

Come on, brother...

F*** you.

What you fools want, anyway?

Hold on.

Get up from off your knees...

Why don't you chill, Farrakhan?

You better not throw up|in my ride.

What, n*gger?

That's what y'alI need|to stop doin'.

Anyways, n*gger...

You goin' deaf, motherf***er?

You goin' to Kansas|with this fool?

Yeah, Caine.|You should come, too.

You're not doin' nothin'|out here...

but gettin' yourself|in a lot of trouble.

Sh*t. I ain't goin' no place.

Fool, you trippin'.

You still|pushin' up on Ronnie, man?

Hell, no.|Pernell would kick my ass.

N*gger on life without parole?

I don't think so.

You spent enough time|up in that motherf***er.

You should be tryin' to f***.

I'd be tryin' to f***.|What about you, Reef?

Yeah, whatever.

Put that in for me.

There that motherf***er go|right there and sh*t.

So what's up,|y'all gonna kick it?

I gotta go scoop up|one of my kids.

All right, man.

As-salaam-alaikum, my brother.

What that f*** is that?

Get this sh*t out of my face.

Stacy Jr. and sh*t, man.

Get your ass up|in the front seat.

Here's the ride, bro.

You got the bread?

Shut up.

This sh*t legit?

The numbers are clean.

I had the dope ride.

I had the dope ride.

But I was sittin' on|some bullshit.

and jack his ass.

Turn that|motherfuckin' sh*t down.

N*gger, what the f***|you want from me?

You know what the f***|I want, n*gger.

I want your|motherfuckin' Daytons...

and your motherfuckin' stereo...

What?

Order my motherfuckin' food.

Hi.|May I take your order, please?

I said with cheese, n*gger.

Oh, sh*t!

We supposed to be brothers!

What, you tryin' to get smart?

You tryin'|to kick some knowledge?

F*** that, n*gger.|Give me your jewelry.

Take that sh*t off.

And you got a pager, too?

You're a baller, huh?|You a baller?

G imme this motherfuckin' sh*t.

Yeah, what's up?

Chillin'.

at a drive-through.

Tryin' to high sign and sh*t.

I had to get him.

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