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before you're

old enough to drive.

Here's some bud, too.

Hell, man!

Thanks, Ray Ray.

All right.

Be cool.

Bear, let's go get some shrimp.

There you go.

Come on.

One more. One more.

Come on.

Drive it. Drive it.

Come on. You got it.

Come on, cuz.

Push it! Push it!

Push it!

There you go.

Yeah!

Yeah. All right.

All right, cuz.

Let me get some.

Is that Loco?

Time's up, motherf***er!

Loco.

Hey, what the f***

are you doing, darky!

This brother is

Hoover Deuce, motherf***er!

Straight like that.

I don't care

if he's your butt-wife.

He owes my brothers

8 box of smoke.

F*** these homos.

Hey! You 2 motherfuckers

want to go head up,

that's ok, but Deuce eyes

don't want to see

Aryan nation banging on one

consolidated Deuce brother.

Aryans don't want

nothing with the Deuce.

This punk owe us.

So what up, Bobby?

This is my home boy

from the set,

Hoover Deuce,

and I'm keeping him.

Just give me the tranq.

He ain't no Deuce.

He's a motherfucking sherm head.

You take him, Bastille,

the debt on you.

You going to owe Aryans 10 box.

These peckerwoods going

to make it real expensive.

This is a O.G. call.

I'm keeping him.

O.G.?

F***.

We owe you one, Buddha.

No, you owe us 15 box.

Aryan interest, motherf***er.

Ray Ray don't give

a rat butt about no hood.

He run me off the set.

Wait a minute.

He what?

Mm-hmm. He run

Loco off the set.

And dig this.

I've been on

Hoover Deuce set forever,

and he run me off

Like some old orphan dog.

Since then,

I've been committing me

some robbery with iron, baby.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Ray Ray's supposed to be

taking care of business.

Protecting his own.

He protecting his own,

all right.

That's all he doing.

Get moving, you two.

Exactly. So if...

I mean, if you can do that,

then we're on.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, well,

we can do that tomorrow.

You're spitting

a lot of negative at me

about Deuce, Loco.

What's up?

Ray Ray don't share a dime

with no motherf***er on the set.

He got himself a new

car for Ray Ray.

A new house for Ray Ray.

He got all new sets out

selling his crack.

Hell, he even got them

little wannabes out working.

What you talking about?

Ray Ray got them

little boys out there

stealing car stereos for him,

and he's cheating 'em, too.

He give 'em $20... maybe.

He sells those stereos for $100.

Hell, Ray Ray got your boy

out there stealing stereos.

What?

Little J-Rock his star.

Ray Ray using my boy

to steal for him?

He a snake.

Loco, look at me.

Jimmie 10 years old.

At that age,

they don't ask no questions.

Come here.

It's Wednesday night,

and daddy is ready.

Come here, baby.

Come here.

I been waiting

all week for this.

Sh*t!

Goddamn burglar!

For god sake, Willie.

What was it?

I got that bastard.

Call the cops.

He was just a baby.

Baby, my ass.

That so-called baby

stole my car sounds.

Come with us,

Mr. Manchester.

How could I know that was a boy?

I was protecting my family.

I have that right.

You still have to come

down to the station.

Oh, Willie! No!

I can go to Vietnam

and protect the country,

but I can't protect

my own family.

Man, this is f***ed!

Keep it warm, baby.

I'll be back.

You hang in there,

little black child.

Fight for your life, baby.

You got lots to live for.

Yes. You just

hang in there.

Brother Bobby.

How you living, homeboy?

We heard about J-Rock.

He ok?

What the f*** you doing, cuz?

Ain't doing nothing, Bastille.

F*** that.

You need your homeboys.

Leave me alone.

I need time to think.

We Deuces, bobby.

We down.

That's bullshit!

What you saying?

You saying you want out?

I don't...

No, man. Look,

just leave me alone.

You Deuce or you ain't.

Deuce got my kid shot.

Deuce will take care of that.

Ray Ray will smoke that bastard.

F*** Ray Ray.

F*** that!

F*** this!

Clear the line!

You want to be on your own?

You got it, fool.

But don't come trying to suck

your way back into Deuce

when the Aryans punk you

in your motherfucking ass.

Let's go.

Got to go, Bobby.

Can't be alone in here.

How you feeling today?

Oh...

Kind of hurts, huh?

Ow.

It's all right, baby.

Yes?

How is he?

He's quite critical.

May I ask your business?

I'm his mama, fool.

I'm sorry.

Is he ok?

No, he isn't ok.

Can he talk?

He's very weak.

He sleeps most of the time.

You can sit with him.

I'll leave you alone.

Maybe I'll just wait

till he can talk.

You don't want to sit with him?

No point in just

staring at him, huh?

You suit yourself.

He got his self caught

robbing off somebody's goods.

He'll end up in the pen

just like his daddy...

And his granddaddy.

Hey!

Hay is for a jackass, darky.

There it is.

Ping-pong.

Sh*t.

You never played

ping-pong?

Ain't you got a pool table?

No, but this is fun.

Want to try it?

That's honky ball.

I ain't playing no honky ball.

Honky ball?

Kim, do you two mind if we try?

No, nurse Shelly.

He can play.

Don't put yourself out.

I ain't interested

in no honky ball anyhow.

Nonsense.

You're going to love it.

Pick up your paddle.

1 for me, nothing for you.

You're going to be

real easy to beat.

2 for me and nothing for you.

Really easy to beat.

Good.

Ray!

Hey, bubba!

This ain't my house.

Come on. In.

What about my stuff?

We'll take care of it.

Just got out of the hole,

didn't you, jitterbug?

Now, what you want?

World's been showing you its

booty a long time, right?

What? I got

a glass forehead, man?

Yeah, man.

Well put.

These eyes see right

through to your brain.

And with your mind,

you can't do

but one of three things.

You can kill your enemy

and wind up on death row,

you can turn on yourself

and go crazy,

or you can change.

My name's Ali.

Oh!

Jimmie, are you all right?

Yeah. My back hurts

when I slam.

Well, don't slam.

No way!

You getting to like honky ball

just a little, huh?

Your boy?

Yeah.

How old?

He's 3 in that picture,

but he's 10.

Birthday's July 13, 1981.

Line 'em up!

Close 'em.

What the f*** is this?

You're here because

you are now my property.

You belong to the Aryans,

you little sugar.

We own you.

Suck my dick!

I don't tolerate no disrespect

from my property.

F*** you, Buddha.

That's better.

Now let's get down to business.

Making a big mistake

butting in

on Aryan business, Ali.

I do not mean to pry, Buddha,

I truly do not.

I just want to ensure

this man gets a fair turn.

He is Aryan property now.

He belongs to me.

The Deuce paid

their debt with him.

Are you going to stand

in the middle of that?

No, Buddha.

I break no jailhouse laws.

It's not my intent

to break the peace.

But somebody got to ensure

you don't break any laws.

What the f*** you talking about?

We all know Bobby here a man.

He a man,

so nobody punking nobody here.

Am I right, Buddha?

Buddha, do you,

or do you not recognize

this a man standing here?

Yeah.

Yeah, I know he's a man.

Good.

Now all that remains

is the terms.

What is it you require

of an indentured servant?

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