The Land Page #4

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Eh, eh, eh, nigga,

what's up, wait.

I ain't gonna try that?

What?

Let me get that

last little sip, f***.

- Bro, I'm f***ed up!

- Look at this joker

right here, bro.

You shouldn't have swigged

the entire thing.

I'm telling you right now,

although my sh*t..

- I'm f***ing high, bro.

- Where's the bathroom in this piece

of junk? I gotta take a piss.

- Bro, what are you doing?

- What y'all doing?

- No, get off.

What's going on?

- We gotta go, bro.

- I'm out.

Yo, I'm done.

- I mean, the pills

are almost gone.

Let's, let's just

finish what we started.

- Hell yeah.

Making money.

I can't get enough of this sh*t.

We eating.

We're f***ing bosses, yo.

- That back there was

not cool, bro.

- That's 100.

- Let's just sell it

all at once.

- How?

- Brent.

We'll sell it to Brent

and his crew.

- Y'all can do that sh*t.

Leave me out of it, bro.

I'm done.

- Bro, I'm doing this for you,

so that you could skate.

Matter of fact, you should be

thanking me for those shoes.

And that board.

- Cisco.

- Man, I'm just saying, man. We got

something here. It's our time.

We can, we can get out.

- And go where, Cisco?

You're really starting

to trip, man.

- I see it, you could too if you

stop acting like a little b*tch.

- Yo!

- What?

- Chill, man.

Goddamn.

What we really need right now

is a f***ing car.

'Cause this bus is

not about to come, y'all.

- Oh, what a dick.

- What?

- He cut the service.

- Sh*t.

- Yo, let's be out.

- Oh.

- What's up, pops?

- What up, boy?

- So, mom wanted me

to come down?

- Yeah.

How y'all boys doin'?

- Chillin', old man.

- Alright.

Here. Give it to your mama for the rent.

- Alright.

- Tell her I'm gonna be home

late tonight.

Got some overtime.

- Alright.

- Boy, you ain't,

you ain't got no clothes.

- I'm representing Puerto Rico.

- What, what are you doing?

What?

Oh, the festival.

- That's the one.

- Hey, here's $10.

Get yourself some pop.

- No, pops, I'm good.

- Go on, take it. Get some pop.

Buy that boy a shirt,

do something.

Take it. Go on.

- Catch you at home.

- Oh, I left it at the crib.

Well, come on.

- Bro, that's your fault.

- Oh, my god. I saw a 20

in there like..

- What?

- You had enough?

- Bro, come on, I saw a five.

- No. No.

- Where's your money?

- I only got about

three dollars. I need..

- Yo, I see Brent.

I'll be right back.

- You got a five?

You're just being a dick.

You got a five?

- See what you're doing, man.

Where the f*** my pills

at, nigga?

- Man, I told you I didn't take your pills.

Get the f*** off me.

- Why the f*** you lyin' to me?

He part of your crew?

You ain't gonna say sh*t, huh?

Where the f*** is Cisco, huh?

He in your crew, nigga?

- I ain't got your sh*t.

Get the f*** off me.

- You gotta keep moving, bro.

Yo, man.

I said, keep moving.

- You ain't sh*t

without your crew, p*ssy.

You gotta move, bro.

You gotta move.

You gotta move.

He's high.

- what would hurt you?

- Nothing. Stop asking.

- You good?

- Yo, what's up?

- What did Brent say?

- It wasn't him.

Come on, let's go.

- Where's he going anyway?

- See, I almost threw up

on the last ride.

Turquoise, what's up?

- What's up?

- Yo, what can I get

for a dollar?

- You can get the f***

outta my face.

- Patty cake, get off the counter.

Get off the counter.

- You good?

What's up?

- Hey, dude, I ain't gonna,

lie, that sh*t is tight.

- Good sh*t, fellas.

Good sh*t, man.

Hey, man, uh, what's that little

spin thing you did at the end?

- Frontside 180?

- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, that sh*t was fly, man.

That was nice.

- I worked my ass off trying...

- Yeah, yeah.

Hey, man, hard work

pays off, bro.

- Do we know you?

- Nah.

But your mans do.

Yeah, I remember you.

From the festival.

Cisco, right?

Damn, Boobie.

It's like I've been sponsoring

you for a while, little nigga.

You see this nigga?

Fresh, ain't he?

What's with this nigga, bro.

Y'all motherfuckers

got somethin'

that don't belong to you.

Hand it over..

We ain't got no problem.

- We don't know

what y'all talking about.

- I think you do.

- Yo, get the f*** off, man.

- We out, we out, we out.

- Man, let's go, come on.

- Yeah.

- Let's get these motherfuckers.

- Yo, you knew about this

and didn't tell us?

- They're just trying

to scare us, alright?

- What the f*** you mean?

Those bikers ain't

playing around.

- They're not gonna do sh*t.

- What do you mean "do sh*t?"

They're insane! And I can't

believe you didn't tell us.

- This is it, Cisco. We in too deep.

You gotta give those pills back.

- They saw our face already,

bro, it's too late for that.

- No, it's not too late, 'cause we're

giving the f***in' pills back.

- Give 'em the pills back

and the money we made?

Yeah, so f***in' smart.

Let's do that.

- Cisco, chill, man.

- Man, this whole thing was

stupid from the beginning.

- No, bro, I'm done with y'all.

I thought we was

in this together.

- Together?

Look at you, nigga. This sh*t is

all going to your f***in' head.

All you care about is yourself!

- Chill, bro.

- And? If I don't, who will?

Your miserable ass dad?

- Yo! Yo, yo, yo!

Back off, Boobie!

No, Cisco, Cisco,

we're fam, bro.

- Fam? F*** fam!

- Hey, f*** you!

- Let's go.

Let's get off these streets.

- Sh*t.

- I see you see!

- Happy fourth of July,

Cleveland.

Make sure you got

your swimsuit ready!

- Man, turn them grills on

'cause I wanna play.

- And most importantly..

A whole lot of parties

going down,

so make sure

you hit us up, you know...

- Oh, my f***ing sh*t, ma.

- Hey, your language.

- Well, ma, how you

gonna come in like that?

- What's wrong with you?

- Nothing. Estoy Bien.

- Bueno. I got the day

off at work.

- So I wanna go see fireworks.

- Outside?

- Yeah. Outside.

- Cisco the kid.

- Bush tits.

I got some work for you.

- Nice. Nice and calm.

- How can I help you?

- By turning your

air conditioner on.

You're cooking up

your customers in here.

- Nothing wrong with

a little bit of heat.

Besides, the ac is sort of

out of commission right now.

What can I get you?

Menus.

- Um..

I don't really see

anything I can eat.

Do you have any healthy options?

- Uh, why not just

define healthy?

- Oh, sorry, I didn't, I didn't

mean to be disrespectful.

- I have my own business too.

- Uh-oh, competition?

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

Not exactly. I don't think

we're even in the same race.

- What's that mean?

- Unless there's something

else you're selling

that's not on the menu.

- Like what?

- How about ice tea?

- Well, how about ice tea?

'Cause what's this is,

made it myself.

It's chamomile,

herbal essence, tofu.

- Bro... Where we at?

- This is where

it all goes down.

- You're sure he's gonna cop

the whole thing, right?

- Alright, Playa, hold off here.

Don't move.

- My old man said,

"no more stove for me."

- At least, he still

gave you the diner.

- Psst.

- Grandma's here.

- Okay.

- She's gonna take you

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