Snow on Tha Bluff Page #6

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and, you know, tryin' to goddamn

see what the move's gonna be.

That sh*t wasn't for me.

And then I'm thinkin'

in my head,

"It's so easy for me to

just, 'Get up,"'

you know what I mean?

When niggas see that gun,

it can be fake or real,

if you know how to handle it,

man, them motherfuckers

gonna get up.

Motherf***er don't want

to get shot.

That's the scariest thing

in the world, a gun,

dead in your motherfuckin' face,

the barrel part.

And you don't know who that is

on the other side of it.

Yeah, I got my name right there.

I just got her name.

- Let me see if for the camera.

- "R.I.P. Trice,"

with a sack in the middle.

I'm the only nigga you know,

still,

got a crack sack

tattooed on him,

you know what I mean?

Dedicated to this sh*t.

'Cause this is what really

made me.

If I don't know nothin'

about this sh*t,

I wouldn't goddamn have nothin'

to eat all them days

when I ain't had no job

or my mom and my daddy

weren't workin'.

That sh*t helped us out

a whole lot,

so I'm motherfuckin' sayin'

dope ain't always been bad.

Helped my family out,

so I really like to know that,

"Hey, well, drugs kill, now,

but at the same time,

"sh*t, they also do

help you out.

"They pay your rent

if you ain't got no job,

or they do this."

There's a lot of sh*t

you can do with drugs,

so, you know.

Sh*t still here.

Could be still here.

It's a still life.

Still smokin', still drinkin',

still standin' in lines.

Still takin' care of children

or whatever.

Still strapped.

We just still.

We just still.

Hell yeah.

We need to go and see

what they talkin' about.

Bro.

Guess we waitin' on them

clock to strike, and boom.

You know what I mean?

We pack up.

We still got the goddamn--

don't let me forget

that we got to walk around to

the other spot,

'cause I got to get something

out of there.

Bro, I'ma f*** with you.

Got them guys don't handle

their business, man.

But goddamn now, I'm gonna

keep everything under control.

- Yo, they say the nigga

gonna be waitin',

so we got to hurry up.

Lock the door, bro.

Make sure you lock the door.

You got to make sure

this sh*t goes down.

All the way down, man.

Yeah, man, police.

Sh*t.

Ah, sh*t.

- Meet that nigga up there,

goddamn, how that is.

- Get the hell on.

- I know, man.

- Crazy-ass sh*t, man.

But yo, what's up, man?

- All right.

How y'all?

- All right.

- What's up with y'all, niggas?

- F*** around, who the f***?

Now that f***in' nigga

front of--

Iame-ass nigga.

F***-ass nigga tellin' me don't

remember something.

I know you remember me, nigga.

Everybody know me.

You know what I do,

p*ssy-ass f***in' nigga.

Keep it on me, man,

instead of that bullshit.

Sucker-ass nigga, man,

startin' that sh*t.

[gunshots]

Sh*t!

F***.

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

- Let's do it.

- Hey.

- I see Uncle Curt.

I see Uncle Curt.

Look, he's talkin' on the phone.

He's talkin' on the phone.

- There he is right there.

- What's up, Uncle Curt?

Long time, no see, man.

- Yeah, man, it gonna be ugly,

but it's goin' down.

Hell yeah, man,

I've been goddamn thinkin' about

y'all like a motherf***er, man.

Kita, what's goin' on, baby?

Goddamn.

I'm so happy to see

y'all is the same, boy.

Man, I had to goddamn

ride that sh*t out.

That fool talkin' about givin'

me five years.

Somebody had took a warrant out

on me about some robbery sh*t.

I already know about

some old sh*t comin' back,

but goddamn, didn't know

that sh*t gonna pop up.

And then when I went to Grady,

goddamn, them fool like,

"Yeah, man, you got a warrant."

I'm like, "What?"

Had a probation hold

for that old sh*t.

- We didn't know

what was goin' on.

- But I couldn't even

tell nobody.

- Did you get any of the letters

we sent?

- Yeah, I got them.

I got the three letters

you sent, and I got--

- Got the pictures and stuff?

- Yeah, hell yeah, man.

I was like, damn, boy.

Feels so good

to see these streets.

Like good God Almighty, sh*t.

- But you need to, like,

lay low for a couple of days.

'Cause I really ain't broadcast.

Ain't told nobody nothin'.

- You ain't told nobody.

- Naw, fools be comin' up to me,

"Kita, what's going on?"

- That means they gonna be

totally surprised.

- That is the most

important part.

But you got to try

to stay out of trouble.

- I love y'all.

I love y'all.

- I love you, too, Curt,

and I'm glad to see you

out of jail.

- How the goddamn heck?

- I told you, boy.

I'm damn near like a ghost.

Hey, hey, what's up, Auntie,

baby?

You're all right.

Good to see you, boy.

- Good to see you.

- I'm all right, man.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Hey, hey, hey,

what's happenin'?

- Where the f*** you been?

[all speaking at once]

- Hey, what's up?

[all speaking at once]

- Curt, Curt, Curt.

[all speaking at once]

- Let me call you back.

- What's up, Pancho, man?

- Gave the f*** up.

- They were gonna give you five,

bro.

- They were talkin'

about reckless

and everything like that,

don't know what's goin' on.

- Too many stories out here.

You dead, you--

all this and that.

[all speaking at once]

- Hey, y'all come here.

I want to holler at y'all.

Boy, I had to win them

goddamn fools.

I thought it was over for me.

- Yeah, Curt.

- Boy, I'm so glad to be here,

boy,

it's a shame, boy,

they had to bring somebody out

why it should be

so f***ed up now.

They don't want to be there,

man,

before they're droppin' me

for four months.

Yeah, but I tried to get me

a nook.

I didn't like that, boy.

Had to fight that sh*t.

Keep fightin',

but hell yeah, man.

- You know.

You know how we do it.

- Goddamn.

Yeah, I need one of them, boy.

I ain't drunk a beer

in goddamn four months.

I been missin' black ladies

like a motherf***er, Pancho.

- Welcome back.

- Why don't you holler at folk,

man?

Tell 'em you're back out here,

man?

- Hell yeah, man,

what's goin' on, cool?

- Curt just walked up

out of nowhere.

- What y'all doin',

made me feel--

I ain't feel this good

in four months.

I've been dreamin' about y'all,

a beer, and my goddamn camera.

[all speaking at once]

Hey, hey, what's goin' on, baby?

- Hello.

- Hey, look, I'm gonna holler

at your friend.

Hey, D., let me holler at you

right quick.

- All right.

- When the last time you seen

White Hat?

[both talking]

- They say they all been

out of town and all that.

- Okay, do White Hat

got a baby mama

or a ho he f*** with

around here?

- You better believe.

- Oh, yeah.

- Okay, can we locate her?

- Yeah, yeah.

- My little brother

be f***in' the b*tch.

- How close?

- The ho stay right there.

- A hip and a skip, man.

No problem.

- We gonna hurt that nigga

way worse

than he thought he hurt me.

That's just his family.

I'm gonna take it straight

to his motherfuckin' family.

- You got to let your boy do

what he do, you feel me?

- Let me go.

- First we gonna scope it out.

And we gonna see what's up.

I don't give a f*** if it's

children or whoever, real talk,

but right about now--

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