Menace II Society Page #4

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Yeah, but a trip...

Now, n*gger, straight,|I'm short.

I need you to hook me up|with some sh*t.

How much you want, n*gger?

I'lI need, like, 400.

Give him 400, man.

How much y'all fools|got back there?

I got enough.

Make the sh*t up yourself.

Don't come at me like that,|partner.

I like big dollars.

Heroin, cocaine...all of it.

My dad taught me.

before he was killed.

before he was killed.

You in my way.

What the hell are you doin'?

Calm down, baby.

That's one|of my natural reflexes.

So you like being in my way?

What you think?

They call me Caine.

I'm llena.

This gonna be good.

Real, real good.

Holy Koran says that if you...

I don't want to hear|that sh*t now!

How the f*** you gonna...

Yo, Wax!|Turn that motherf***er up.

What up?

That that n*gger Caine...

Hell, yeah. That's that n*gger.

Tryin' to be me and sh*t.

Hey, yo, Caine!|What's up, n*gger?

Leave that b*tch alone!

So I'm gonna call you,|all right?

Take care of that body.

F*** you.

Lew-Loc bullshittin'|on the grill.

What's up with that fool?

All right, y'all.|Meat is ready.

Hold up.

Let's go.

I got this one right here.

Jeah, and I'm out.

F*** you.

I won, and I'm out, so pay me.

Pay me in bud.

Sharif, is that your pops|over there, man?

How's it goin', men?

I smelled that barbecue.

We know that.

Let me sit down.

I know there's|some food left, right?

Hey, Keisha! Keisha!

Bring Mr. Butler a plate!

A nice-size plate, Keisha.

Anyway, Pops,|I'm glad you come.

I always|seem to be outnumbered...

so I want to know|your opinion on it.

It's OK to smoke it.

I don't know about that.

They're destroyin' their minds.

Fallin' right|into the devil's plan.

What the hell|is the devil's plan?

Right there.|That's the devil's plan.

Why you always trippin', man?

Calm your boy down.

You got a father.

Hold on. Mr. Butler, man.

I'm just curious to know|what's up.

Sharif be comin' at us|every day.

Straight up.

Why does he act like this?

What y'all talkin' about|at home?

Hey, Keisha, hurry up!

Bring the motherfuckin' plate!

Excuse my language.

Excuse my language.

Why do you think|that's so funny?

Because it is.

I could see it now.

You goin' to mess around|and bring back...

one of your devils to my house.

Why you gonna throw that on me?

Whoa. Hey, boy.

I brought you in.

I'll take you out.

What's up, Caine?

Took you long enough,|my brother.

Anyway.

Hey, Kaydee.

So what's up, young buck?

I'm all right.

How's work?

White man always on your back.

But what else is new?

Have a seat.

What's up, man?

What y'all talking about?

Not much. Just chattin'.

We talkin'|about this Kansas trip.

Kansas?

So what about Kansas?

So what are you gonna do,|Kaydee?

What's that, sir?

I don't know about no Kansas.

I hear you there.

before he found the Nation.

they say regarding black people.

then I'm all for it.

You got to think|about your life.

Bein' a black man in America...

isn't easy.

The hunt is on.

And you're the prey.

All I'm sayin' is...

All I'm sayin' is...

survive.

All right?

and my dad never said anything.

Baby in the black shorts?

I f***ed her.

I did, fool.

I hope you wore a hat...

'cause I know a couple|of brothers...

that done eased up in that.

Don't play me like that.

You know I'm packin'|the plastic.

Whoever that is.

Who is Willy Lump-Lump?

A little inside thing.|lt ain't nothin'.

Growin' up in the hood...

especially with a car like mine.

A 5.0 and Daytons?

I knew we was in for it.

Spread your legs.

This motherfuckin' hood is hot!

I thought|you boys liked barbecue.

Go get somebody's cat|out of a tree.

Shut up!

Get down there!

Sit down and shut up.

That's enough. Come on.

Read me my rights!

Just because I'm a black man.

That's why.

I'd beat your motherfuckin' ass!

That's why...

Shut the f*** up!

If I was white...

Get the f*** in the car.

F***, man! This thing hurts!

What the f*** you doing with us?

Quit f***in' moving!

F*** this, man!

Stop f***ing moving!

Shut the f*** up!

I told you|to quit f***ing moving!

Hey, get me|the wire cutters, esse.

F*** you, homes.

I ain't doin' this sh*t.

Are you gonna|go with me or what?

What's your f***ing problem?

That's cool, homes.

But don't forget,|all right, homes?

Check it out, homes.

What's up?

What is, homes?

See? Over there.

Let's move on 'em, esse.

Don't sweat, OK?

That night,|the cops let us have it.

where the esse stay.

I guess they was thinking...

we'd get our ass kicked|even more.

The esses was cool, though.

They took us to the hospital.

They took us to the hospital.

You know you can|read this yourself.

I know, but I like it|when you read it.

Did they do somethin' bad?

No, I don't think they did.

I think it was a big mistake.

Just a big mistake.

You know, with Caine...

That's not true,|not true at all. Some...

Mom, is Caine gonna die?

Caine's not gonna die.

Caine's gonna be just fine.

So don't worry about it.

He'll be fine.

You look so mean.

Why don't you smile|for a change?

I ain't got sh*t to smile about.

You're alive, ain't you?

Yeah, and who says that's good?

Well, guess what.

I got a job.

For real?

Yup. Sure did.

My aunt hooked it up for me.

Makin' decent money, too.

It's about 24 a year.

What the f***|you gonna be doin'?

I'm gonna be doin' office stuff,|thank you very much.

You know, filing, typing...

That's cool.

Gettin' the coffee...

Stuff like...like that.

The job is in Atlanta.

Did you hear me?

I said the job is in Atlanta.

Take it.

You might as well|get the hell away from here.

To be honest...

You know what I was hopin'?

Come with you?

I don't know.

I don't see it|as such a bad idea.

Why are you so worried about me?

Why shouldn't I be?

Think about leaving, Caine.

I got to thinkin'...

about all the things I done|on the streets...

and all the things...

I didn't want him to grow up...

lt was all so crazy.

Empec a ver las cosas|de una manera diferente.

lt was the end of the summer.

Ronnie had a going-away party.

and Stacy and Sharif...

were gettin' ready|to leave for Kansas.

Why are you drinkin' up|all the beer?

Go ahead on with that.

Who, like Caine?

'Cause whenever|that motherf***er come...

"Caine..."|that's the key word, n*gger.

You ain't Caine.

Stop drinkin' up all the beer.

You're all on his nut sack.

Why don't you wash your feet?

Kiss my ass, motherf***er.

You got one, motherf***er.

Like I was sayin'...

when we got to go to them|for jobs?

Kevin, I was talkin'|to the young lady.

We're not equal until...

Who is it?

Know what I'm sayin'?

I'm sellin' encyclopedias,|motherf***er.

Oh, y'all brought jokes.

Please...

It's the Wax in the house

And the 'hood rat's|in the house

'Hood rats?

Don't start that 'hood rat sh*t.

You can break something on me...

Yo, baby.

Goddamn, what you talkin' about?

You know what the f***|I'm talkin' about.

Go take that sh*t outside.

And take it now, please.

Want to go outside?

Hey, little man, what you doin'?

Just playin' games.

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