Menace II Society Page #5

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I'm thirsty.

Can I have some beer?

Beer? No.

You may have some juice.

This is for the homeys|who ain't here.

My motherfuckin' cousin Harold.

Hey, Reef,|why don't you go ahead...

and get a little hit of this?

It's all right, Kevin.

You're a little punk.

Yo, what's up?

'fore your mama|try to kill us all.

What you doin' out here?

Just kickin' it.

Let me have a drink.

No, man.

What's wrong with you, Kevin?

Don't be giving this kid|no liquor.

You ain't his daddy.

You're not either, Kevin.

You know better.

Come on. Let's make it.|Get in the house.

It's about to rain out here.

P*ssy-whip.

Take your juice|and go to your room.

Go on, boy.

What up, babe?

I'm fine.

Come here.

Chill.

Chauncy, chill out, n*gger.

I'm just jokin'.

You know you're my n*gger,|Caine.

Caine, me and you, baby.

Cock-blockin' motherf***er...

Why haven't I heard from you?

I been busy.

About leavin' with you?

I thought about it.

Why are you trippin'?

You ain't doin' jack sh*t here.

Ain't nothin' gonna|change in Atlanta.

I'm still gonna be black.

Just another n*gger|from the ghetto.

'Cause it's true.

You act like|Atlanta ain't in America.

They don't give a f***.

You know what?

He asked me|if you were gonna die.

If you were gonna die, Caine.

Are you gonna|come with us or not?

Yeah, I'm gonna go.

That's not cool, all right?

Let me guess, man.

You was up in there|knockin' it out.

Get out of my business, Stace.

Why you sweatin' me?

Chauncy, please,|would you stop it?

Come here.|I want to talk to you.

About what?

Let me get this dance.

Come on, Ronnie.

Can you just sit down?

Just a f***in' kiss, goddamn it.

Will you stop it?

Dog, you strapped?

You know it.

Give me your gun.

What for?

Give me the motherfuckin' gun.

What you gonna do, Caine?

What you need a gun for?

Man, come on...

Caine, stop it.

It's not that serious!

Will you stop it?

You're going to kill him!

Get him off of him!

Stop, man.

Anthony, get in your room!

Get in your room!

F*** that, man! F*** off!

F*** that sh*t, man!

F*** him!

It's me.

llena, what's up?

I'm pregnant.

What?

I'm pregnant.

What the f***|you tellin' me for?

What?

So you're just gonna dog me?

lt ain't mine.

You're the only one|I was with.

Stop lyin', all right?

That don't mean nothin', Caine.

That mean it's not mine.

Peace.

I'm telling you,|this is a good-ass fight.

Yeah, n*gger?

I bet you Caine|won't be laughin'...

You can bet that sh*t, n*gger.

F*** Caine, n*gger!

Motherfuckin' Caine.

Don't talk to me|about no Caine...

Man, f*** you.

Look like you the other night.

I don't give a f***|what you tell me about it.

I don't give a f***|what you tell me about it.

How you doin'?

I'm fine. And you?

Livin'.

The baby?

He's fine.

Let me talk to Caine.

I love you.

It's been a long time, Caine.

How you doin', man?

I didn't want|to see you caged in...

like some f***in' animal.

Nah, man.

When I was growin' up...

you was like my dad, man.

Your letters...

in the beginning...

it got me through, young bro.

Away from my girl,|away from my baby...

away from you.

Go with Ronnie, Caine.

That ain't even...I'm...

She's a good girl, man,|you know?

I just want her to be happy.

Take care of my son.

I can't do sh*t for him in here.

All right?

Give me some.

Give me some.

Hey, n*gger,|give up the car right now.

Look at your ass,|scared straight.

N*gger, I was|just trippin' with you.

I ain't got time|for this sh*t no more.

Where youse comin' from, C?

Went to the pen|to see Pernell, man.

For real?

That n*gger get mad at you,|or what?

Aw, he all right.

Cool. That boy out there.

Which one of y'all|is Caine?

Who is this fool, man?

Who want to know?

A friend, homey.

Homey,|I don't think you know me.

Check this out.

I'm llena's cousin, partner.

and I don't either.

We supposed|to fight over a b*tch?

Homey, scrap that fool.

Rush him, n*gger!

Hell, you stomped again.

Stop!

Caine, chill, man.

Get your ass in the house!

Motherf***er.

Proverbs 22:
10...|"Cast out the scorner...

"and the contention|shall go out.

"Yea, strife and reproach|shall cease."

So, what you trying to say,|Grandpa?

Son, you got to go.

What y'alI want me to do?

I want you out of here tonight.

We're sorry, Caine.

Y'all not too sorry.

Y'all kickin' me out.

I've done all I can do for you.

I wasn't gonna tell y'all|till later...

but in a couple of weeks...

I'm moving to Atlanta|with Ronnie.

Can I just stay until then?

Grandma, I'm not...

Lord knows I do.

Grandma...

Fine.

The same day I was leavin'...

over that liquor store robbery.

He didn't care, though.

O-Dog was gonna kill him...

I ain't goin' nowhere...

and you'll be|a silly motherf***er...

if you leave|with this broad, man.

Straight up.|I ain't bullshittin'.

Just you and Ant movin'...

Can you just take|the box to the car?

What's this for?

So you can take it to the car.

I ain't the one leavin'.

Sell-out motherf***er.

What seems to be your problem?

I was just thinkin' about...

sayin' good-bye|to my grandparents.

You haven't talked to them yet?

But can you take|some of these bags...

to the car, please?

You ain't goin' where?

Hey, cuz, come on.

Don't worry about sh*t.

I'm gonna handle|this n*gger for ya.

I got to handle my business.

Stupid ass, quit lookin' around.

Just get in the car.

What's up, homeys?

Let's go! Let's do this!

Let's go! Let's do this!

I ain't gettin' paid|for this sh*t.

Nobody's not gettin' paid,|Kevin.

You already got|a gang of sh*t in here.

F*** that.

F***. Y'all n*ggers ready?

somethin' real proper like.

I just|bought you a new Big Wheel.

You still gonna hit me, right?

Just gonna crash into me, huh?

Motherf***er.

You lazy.

L-a-z-y, lazy.

You're lazy.|You know that, right?

What's up now, partner?

Get down, Ronnie! Stay down!

Damn, Sharif.

What the f*** happened, man?

Get off me!|I gotta get Anthony!

Get up!

Oh, my God, Caine!

Get Anthony out of here!

Go get some f***in' help, man!

Get some f***in' help!

Not my n*ggers.

Come on, homey.

You're gonna be all right, man.

Get some f***in' help!

Get the f*** outta here!

Oh, sh*t. It's OK.

I can't lose you now.

Fight. Fight.

Come on, baby.

blastin'.

Like I said...

or when.

I had done too much|to turn back...

and I had done too much|to go on.

Yeah, I do.

And now it's too late.

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