Snow on Tha Bluff Page #9

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Give me a kiss.

Come give me kisses.

You gonna give me kisses?

I love you.

You goin' with your daddy.

- So, sh*t, we'll be back in,

like, two days.

- Okay, bye, little Curtis.

- Say, "Bye-bye, Mommy."

- Bye, Curtis.

- Bye-bye.

- Bye.

- Stop, boy.

Hell yeah, Pancho, man, sh*t.

Did this sh*t like a goddamn--

you know what I mean?

Like some sh*t--

a routine now, man.

I been f***in' with dope now

about goddamn...

a good 1 5 years,

myself, personally,

but my uncles, cousins,

whole generation

of motherfuckers,

you know what I mean?

Been sellin' dope

ever since I was goddamn born,

way before I was even born,

Iike 25 years deep

in the dope game,

you know what I mean?

First time that ever caught,

I sold a nigga a nick

for a dime.

My uncle wasn't there,

and I was at the spot.

And goddamn I knew where

the dope and all that was.

I was about 1 2 years old.

Sold a nigga a set.

Felt good about the sh*t.

I was like, "Boy, boom boom."

Yeah, I goddamn--

I had dope in my system

when I was first born.

I was goddamn--

what you call that sh*t?

Premature.

'Cause my mama, goddamn,

she smoke so goddamn much,

and she had me before I was--

she used to tell me, be like,

I used to be like this little

when I first got born.

Look, you know what I mean?

Little enough you can hold me in

the palm of your hand like that.

Yeah, but she didn't goddamn

never get took by the folk,

even though she did her thing,

you know what I mean?

But she wasn't never

no goddamn--

no geet monster

who ran the street.

She always made sure children,

everybody was straight.

And whatever her job was,

she made sure that was done

before she even did any kind

of dope, you know what I mean?

But when she do get high,

she just want to goddamn,

you know what I mean,

enjoy herself.

And I had to get older to peep

that sh*t, you know what I mean,

be like, "Damn, this what make

Mama happy."

And I was like, "Damn."

I ain't feel too fond

of givin' it to her,

but I rather her get it from--

I rather for her to get it

from me

than go out there in the street,

and somebody sell her some flat

or some sh*t like that.

Or, you know, some sh*t like

that what they have in 'em.

Or sell her some bad dope

or something like that.

Ain't no way in hell, man.

Yo, man, I can remember myself

bein' that little,

right there, man,

just like my boy.

Goddamn, my uncles used to do

the same sh*t,

you know what I mean?

And it'd be damn nearly

the same setup right here.

He have some liquor.

He had him some weed.

He had a pistol just sittin'

right there.

And he'd be sittin' by the door.

When I just thought

about this sh*t,

I was like, damn, damn near in

the same motherfuckin' position.

But this be my uncle,

and that's me walkin' around,

you know what I mean?

That's how I used to be,

just like that,

while my uncle doin'

this same exact sh*t.

I was that little,

runnin' around the house,

back and forth.

Hell yeah.

I remember that sh*t

like it was yesterday.

[hip-hop music]

# #

Man, let me hit that sh*t, man.

- Hold on, hold on, nigga.

Hold on.

- Y'all goddamn drink too much.

- Give me that sh*t, man.

# #

Turn the music down.

Turn the music down.

Turn the music down.

Hey, boy, this the spot

right here where they say

that nigga got goddamn

all the dope and all the money

and everything here, real talk.

Hell yeah, this is it

right here, boy, on this block.

- Look like they got

something goin' on.

- Yeah, look at

all these people.

You know that something

got to be goin' on, for real.

No, no, just keep on

cruisin' by.

Don't stop, man.

We don't want nigga notice us.

Yeah, but, yeah, that house

right there, boy.

They say that's the one

where everything at.

Now, the nigga standin'

out there on the bend--

did y'all peep him?

- Oh, with the hat on?

- Yeah, that's him.

- Yeah, we didn't let the nigga

notice us.

- Damn, boy, H.P.,

the man you was standin' outside

the liquor store talkin about.

Yeah, who made that drop-off.

Yeah, yeah, that him, right?

Okay.

- All right.

- Yeah, we'll stop and get

a bottle of something,

you know, or whatever,

some weed or something.

# #

- Know how to play the game,

or what?

- That's my mama, right there.

You see her?

- Who that?

- That's your uncle.

But see your grandma?

And that's your granddad,

right there.

That's my dad, right there.

That's me right there.

I had on a suit.

That's my brother,

right there, who died, Snow,

when he was young.

That's the whole clique

right there, the street team.

- Who that?

- That's me, right there,

at your cousin's birthday party.

- Who that?

- That's your other cousin's

baby, right there,

when she was a little girl.

That's me, right there,

when I was little.

I was on the honor roll

at school.

You see me?

I look just like you.

Everybody used to ask questions,

stupid questions--

- Who that?

- That's your other cousin.

[indistinct conversations]

- Give me that.

No.

- Pop your hand?

Pop your hand?

- Hell.

- Where the goddamn--

[knock at door]

- The f*** could that be?

The door done locked.

- Come in.

- Hey, hey, hey, man--

told me they just shot

your baby mama right here.

[all speaking at once]

- What the f***?

[all shouting]

Who gots the boy?

Goddamn, boy, come on.

- Oh, oh, Lord.

Oh, Lord Jesus, my baby.

- What the f***, man?

Goddamn sh*t, man.

Hell no, man.

For f*** sake.

Goddamn, Lord, no.

- Come on, man, for real.

- No, no.

- It's all right, bro.

- It's all right, boy.

It's all right, boy.

- Just say the word, Curt.

- Don't even worry about it,

boy.

We're gonna take care

of everything, real talk.

- Just say the word, bro,

you know what it is.

- [crying]

Mommy.

Mommy.

- Your mommy gone, boy.

Come here.

Come here, baby Curt.

Baby Curt, it's okay.

Your mama in a better place.

Your mama in a good place now.

You got to be strong, man.

Same thing happened to me,

when I was little like you.

- Mommy, Mommy.

- Got to be strong.

[baby crying]

Calm down.

You're not a baby.

Stop cryin' like a little bitty

old girl, man.

- Mommy.

- You a big boy.

You a big boy.

Come on, now.

Goddamn this bullshit, man.

Ain't no more cryin'

in the world, man.

Ain't no more cryin'

in the world, man,

Iike you no goddamn baby, man.

You're a big boy.

Your mama gone.

She gone to a better place.

She all right.

Don't worry about that.

Don't worry about that.

I'm right here.

I'm right here.

Pay attention.

You not say, "Da-Da?"

- [crying]

Mommy.

- Huh?

- Mommy, Mommy, Mommy.

- Hey, how you, Curtis?

Hey.

Hey, love you.

Curt, what's up?

- Been chillin'.

- Yeah, I been talkin' to

Grandma and keepin' in touch

tryin' to find out.

She said you ain't been eatin'.

You ain't ate nothin'?

- Man, I have no appetite.

- Curt, you know you can't just,

you know, lay here and mope.

That was messed up,

what went down,

but at the same time,

you got to think about the baby.

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