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I just want to talk

to you, Bobby. Come on.

I ain't goin' nowhere with you.

Are you scared?

I ain't scared of you.

Him, then?

F*** him.

F*** you, too.

Come on, chump.

So, what's up?

Help yourself.

No, thanks.

You heard what the man

said, motherf***er.

Clean your plate, now.

Aah!

Ah-choo!

What is that?

It's the big, bad boy, bobby...

Smack.

You like it?

Can you hear me?

I know that you young Deuces

think that you're tough,

and maybe you are.

But you don't f*** with me.

You don't f*** with Genie Lamp!

I do my business,

and I keep on doing it.

Do you understand me?

Now, you tell Ray Ray Dewitt

what I say here.

Either we live in peace,

Or people are going

to die... A lot of people.

Have a nice day.

And enjoy the big,

bad boy, Bobby.

Grab my sh*t. We're not

coming back here.

Carole.

Carole.

Hmm?

Shh.

That snake give you this sh*t?

I'm going to kill

that motherf***er.

Bad ass...

Kansas City smack man.

Look at you now.

Yeah, f*** you, Ray Ray.

I tried to tell you, Genie.

You don't f*** with Deuce.

You remember Bobby, don't you?

Bust a cap in that motherf***er.

No, Bobby, don't do it, man!

Don't listen to what

these guys are saying!

It's your woman

he's f***ing with.

I swear to God, I never

touched your woman, man!

Bobby, I swear I didn't

do this to you, man.

I didn't do anything.

Bobby, don't do it!

Loco...

Spray the place.

Come on, man, let's go!

Yo, man, f*** this

sitting around sh*t.

We did what we had to do, right?

I mean, the motherf***er

was in the way

of Deuce progress.

Now, he needed to get got.

Come on, Bobby, man.

You O.G., now,

brother.

Bobby Johnson...

original gangster killer.

Bear, you got the stuff?

Yeah.

You O.G. now,

man.

Now you get your heart.

This is what deucing's

all about...

taking care of your own...

and let nobody...

nobody...

diss Deuce.

What's... Jimmie!

There you go.

Bobby, what's wrong?

Bobby, you didn't!

We got to move.

Pack your things.

I can't stand this no more.

When we going to do something?

We been sittin'

around here for months.

What's happened to you?

You know what's up.

Yeah, I know what's up.

Hidin' out, layin' low.

What are we going to do?

Are we going to spend the rest

of our lives cooped up?

No, you going to

sit your ass down

and shut up.

Well, you can't keep taking

all your frustrations

out on this!

I'm trying to feed this kid.

Bobby, Ray Ray's getting rich.

Some of that money is ours.

F*** it.

I'm going out.

You know what's up.

Sh*t.

Don't talk to nobody.

Damn!

Come on. Come here.

Come here.

Check me out, Bob.

Ooh! Nice ride,

Ken Dog.

Cash money, baby.

Yeah. We traded

a sack of rocks

for this motherf***er.

You both own it?

Yeah. But I drive.

Sh*t, you don't want

to ride with Loco drivin'.

Hee hee hee.

Hop in, man.

We'll ride.

No, man.

You still worried

over smack man?

You got to relax, homeboy.

Word on the streets is that

cops stopped looking.

Sh*t, man. You did

the neighborhood a favor.

Little Deuce, you want

to go for a ride, babe?

Sure, we do.

Huh?

Come on, let's go.

Damn!

Look at that b*tch.

Damn.

She a hustler?

Be cool, Loco.

Relax, Bobby. It's only

a fine-ass b*tch.

Damn! I know you ain't

hustling, baby.

Why's that?

You the police?

We look like

the police to you, b*tch?

We Deuces, baby.

You bad boys kill anybody?

Sh*t, you know we down

for that 1-8-7, baby.

Why? You want

somebody killed?

Man, shut up!

Drive off, Ken Dog.

Take me with you.

God damn it!

So, you selling fur today, baby?

Huh?

How much you charge Loco

for the kitty cat?

What? You need to be high?

'Cause I got the rock.

How much this party cost?

Nothing, baby.

It's on the state.

LAPD. Pull over.

What the f***?

You a cop?

I'm busting your asses

for soliciting and possession.

Pull over!

I never heard of him.

Yeah, really?

What's this mean, man?

Don't touch.

Aah!

That's a Deuce sign,

or somebody just

sh*t in your face.

Tell me about Ray Ray Dewitt.

I never heard of him.

Don't bullshit me, Johnson!

You and him are leaders

of this Deuce gang.

You run together

on Hoover Street.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Well, here's another

name for you...

Genie Lamp.

You definitely heard of him.

I never heard of him.

Let me help you out

a little bit.

The morgue said he was hung

like a quarter horse.

Big tally whacker,

length and girth.

Real cocksman with the ladies.

I never heard of him!

Ooh.

Ok, Bobby.

Ok.

You like potatoes, Bobby?

This looks like it could

have been an Idaho Red.

It's a little bit

mangled, though.

There's a hole right through it.

I got your fingerprints

all over that gun, Bobby.

You want to talk to me now?

My boy still here?

I think so.

Can I see him?

Sure.

Why not?

Yeah, it's me.

Bring his kid down.

These 2 guys we

picked up with you...

Were they in on this hit?

You're going up for this.

This isn't the youth authority.

You think it's right

you take the rap?

You'll do 10 years

while they do 3 or 4

months for possession.

Oh.

This is a cute baby, Bobby.

Too bad it's going

to be a long, long time

before he sees his daddy again.

You're going to miss him

Saying his first words.

You'll miss his

first days of school.

You'll miss it all.

And why?

Give me some names.

I'll cut you a soft deal.

Think about this one.

Man, what you talking about?

J-Rock, what's up?

All right.

What's up, y'all?

J-Rock, Jimmie, man,

what it was, cuz?

What that Deuce like, Termite?

We kicking down, cuz.

Holding down the set.

Word.

Hey, man.

Let me give it back.

Hey, booty.

Get back, man.

Get back.

Get him, J-Rock.

Don't let him treat you

like that.

Get him, man.

Get him!

That ought to do it.

Yeah, man.

That ought to do it.

Check it out!

Ray Ray and Bear in a Benz.

What's up, little homeys?

What up, Ray Ray?

That a fine ride, man.

Deuce travel in style,

little cuz.

Sure. You right.

Yeah. What's up,

little J?

We down, Ray Ray.

What's that you claiming?

We claiming Hoover

and South Shore.

We down with 32s and quads.

Straight like that.

Straight like that, huh?

Come here.

Let me talk to you.

Bear, entertain

the little homeys

While I talk

to J-Rock.

So I was thinking...

maybe it's time

to jump you in on a set.

You down for that?

Yeah, Ray Ray.

This is an honor,

so you got to put in the work.

What you need?

That 1-8-7?

No. Not right now.

Come here.

What I need is car sounds.

I got a good market,

so I need good stuff.

Don't lift no junk.

Just the good stuff.

You dig me?

Sure, Ray Ray.

Bring me that good stuff,

and I'll turn it

into cash. Sound good?

Sure. You right.

Here's some gappers to fill

them gaps in your pockets.

Spread this around

to your homeys,

and they'll respect you.

All right?

They'll work for you,

And you work for me.

Cool?

Whoa!

Thanks, Ray Ray.

That's ok.

Just bring me them sounds.

Later, I'll set you

to slanging for me.

You'll have a BMW

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