Urban Justice Page #4

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in over 30 lillings in the past year.

Racl eteering,

Drug running, murDer.

ArmanD Tucl er, no convictions.

-Yeah?

-Yeah, Simon Ballister.

-Hi.

-What Do you want?

Listen, l need

that package right away.

All right, where are you?

lt's 1 001 North Central.

-L.A. ?

-That's right.

You know, the only part they didn't

have in Scarface was him f***ing.

Tweedledee and Tweedle-dumbass,

you don't know--

-Hold on, man. Hold on.

-''Say hello to my little friend.''

You understand me?

He'd just hold a gun to the b*tch.

-Be like, nigga, suck it.

-Armand?

Let y'all snort some cocaine

off this motherf***er.

-Excuse me, boss?

-Motherf***er!

Can't you see

l'm doing something?

-Excuse me, boss--

-Why the f*** you gonna interrupt me?

-Sorry, boss.

-You females go on and go upstairs--

-Reggie B. and lsaiah--

-Nigga, hold the f*** up.

-All right, all right.

-You ladies go back to the room...

...get it cracking without me,

you understand me?

l'll be in in a minute.

And feel free

to try them little things out.

You know what l'm saying?

l got some toys back there.

Yeah, it's Christmas.

-You like that, huh?

-Hell, yeah.

You could have that on the regular

if you handle your business.

l'm disappointed in both of y'all.

Especially you, lsaiah.

You hold your b*tch ass up

right there, partner.

Take that motherfucking rag off

around your b*tch-ass neck.

You ain't repping sh*t.

Look at the ground.

Look at the floor.

Don't even look at me, nigga.

Boy, l put trust in you.

l put trust in you, boy.

l put trust in you,

but you wanna f*** up.

You know l don't ask people

for many things, man.

Most of what l accomplish,

l accomplish myself.

Everything l accomplish,

l accomplish my damn self...

...because l ain't gonna never

snitch on me, nigga.

l asked you to do this

to prove yourself...

...and you drop the ball, coz.

-Yo, man, this Simon--

-Silence, nigga.

Look, l know

this motherf***er tough.

That's why l gave you this assignment.

lt's a chance to prove yourself.

Now, if you prove yourself,

we got a thing called trust.

Trust go a long way

in this organisation.

You understand me?

-You understand me?

-Yes, sir.

Good, because

if you don't do this correctly, partner...

...we ain't friends.

Matter of fact, we enemies.

You, your family, your mama...

...that pregnant b*tch

you got around the corner, nigga.

Yeah. You wanna see

that child, nigga?

Because l don't give a f***

about the little motherf***er.

Why don't you do yourself

a motherfucking favour...

...and go kill that son of a b*tch?

Keep your head up, coz.

And this time, make sure

he lay down and stay there.

They don't make niggas

like they used to.

These little motherfuckers running

around here, krump dancing and sh*t.

One motherfucking white boy.

How the f*** my whole motherfucking

clique bruised the f*** up?

What kind of steroids this

motherf***er on? This is my sh*t here.

He wanna run his little white ass

around here like he renegade.

Matter of fact-- Hey, you b*tches,

get your ass up out of here.

Your skeleton-ass, motherfucking

drug-addict ho's snorting up my sh*t.

The f***

out of my goddamn house.

Kill the b*tch in a week,

goddamn it.

-Morning.

-Morning.

Special delivery

for Simon Ballister.

-Upstairs, apartment A.

-Great. Thank you.

No problem.

You ain't gonna score again,

l'm telling you.

You ain't gonna score.

l ain't gonna let you.

l ain't gonna let you.

Can't let you score.

Can't let you score.

Finally got the ball.

You can't guard me.

l'm about to pop

that sh*t right here.

You don't even know

when l'm coming, do you? Do you?

Patience, baby.

Yo, l quit, man.

You're good, y'all. l'll get out.

l'm tired. You be playing

too much defence.

Play lsaiah.

Bet he won't be

doing all that then.

Good game, though.

Good game.

Take care.

Why?

Check out the guy over here.

Got the Lone Ranger over here.

Sh*t.

Let's go, guys.

Let's have a little fun. Let's go.

-Take cover.

-Run, n*gger, run, boy. Run.

Come on.

Run his f***ing ass down.

Come on.

You're going nowhere.

Get him. Get him.

Sh*t.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, hey.

Where you going, n*gger?

Alone in the 'hood?

Maybe me and my boys will give you

a little bit of hospitality, huh?

You ain't going nowhere, man.

-He's scared.

-We're gonna have fun.

-What you got in your bag, huh?

-We're gonna work you over real good.

Were you lost?

Keep moving, white boy.

You stupid motherf***er.

-Didn't you hear me, white boy?

-Got your back, brother.

Who you calling white boy,

mother--?

Hey.

Bad motherf***er.

Gary. Let's go.

Been an accident at Bellevue.

We need an ambulance.

Don't make fun of my ride.

lt's a rental.

Damn. Hope you got insurance.

Man, that was some crazy sh*t.

Where the f***

you learn that sh*t, man?

Yo, l bet he never had

an ass-whupping like that before. Sh*t.

-Can l ask you something?

-Anything, man.

Why'd you lie to me

about Chivo?

-What you talking about?

-See, l think you're trying to play me.

Look, fool,

l ain't never said he did it, man.

l told you what the word

on the street was.

Chivo didn't have nothing

to do with Max.

-What, you asked him or something?

-That's right, l asked him.

He told you

he ain't have sh*t to do with it?

That's right.

-And you knew he wasn't lying?

-That's right.

-But l am?

-That's right.

Man, f*** you, man.

l'm leaving, man.

Would you like me to stop the car

so you don't land on your head?

Sh*t.

How's your brother?

Did he have a little accident

last night?

Man, how the f***

you know about that, man?

Because l caused the accident, see?

He tried to ambush me last night.

Brother with the East Side boys?

ls that it?

Who's Armand Tucker?

Hey, did your brother

kill my son?

You ain't got nothing to say?

All right.

You protecting your brother?

l'm leaving, man.

Hey, Gary.

My backpack, man.

Good rocks, it's gonna cost you.

-Yo.

-Hey, lsaiah.

Hey, you gonna

pick me up, man?

-Do you got my money?

-You all right? What happened?

Man, just some skinheads

tripping, man.

l'll be there

as soon as l can, all right?

Taking care of some business

for Armand.

Yo, man.

Hey, you gotta stop that sh*t, dog.

-What?

-No, no, no. l was talking to Reggie.

Stupid-ass motherf***er.

Yo, man, let's go, dog.

Look, man, l really need

to speak to you, man, for real.

l got some sh*t to run by you.

Hey, l'm on my way,

all right? One.

You anD your brother heaD bacl,

l eep an eye on my place.

EveryboDy else, remember,

this is for big bucls, no fuclups.

All right, gentlemen, here we go.

Keep your voice down.

Gentlemen, take it up front.

You got my goods, huh?

lt's all there.

Two hundred birds, baby.

All right.

-You counted it?

-Yeah.

-You say it's good?

-We got the car.

-Where's the money at?

-What's up? Right here, baby.

We should rush

these motherfuckers.

The deal was you do

what l say, remember?

Don't double-cross me. l'm the one

that put you on to these fools.

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