Urban Justice Page #6

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Yeah, we're good.

Just like l promised.

-You playing me, motherf***er?

-Say what, nigga?

Who the f***

do you think you dealing with?

-Nigga, what's your problem?

-What's my problem?

l'll tell you what my problem is.

That's f***ing baking soda, b*tch.

lt is baking soda.

l should have known better than to

deal with low-level West Coast hood.

F*** the West Coast, nigga.

Get my money

and let's get the f*** out of here.

F***'s going on?

Somebody answer me.

What's going on?

-That motherf***er Ballister.

-F***ing son of a b*tch.

Ballister? What does that mean?

Hey, man, why don't you do yourself

and me a favour, all right?

Shut the f*** up.

Now, l know my original plan

didn't go as planned...

-...but l got a contingency.

-Contingency plan?

B*tch, what the f***

is your contingency plan?

Just let me look over

the paperwork, partner.

That's the motherfucking

contingency plan, partner.

-You motherfuckers.

-Yeah, f*** you, b*tch.

Look at your whore ass now.

Dressed like a motherfucking

tampon, nigga, what?

That's the problem with you

New York niggas.

Running around,

all shiny and sh*t.

You dressed for the funeral

you about to have, motherf***er.

-You gonna kill me?

-Oh, l think it's obvious, partner.

Look around.

You already f***ed up, Armand,

by double-crossing me.

-Don't make this sh*t any worse.

-Let's see, how could it get worse?

Look like your boys is dead.

Yeah, you dead already.

You kill me, my homeboys

are gonna retaliate.

Believe me, motherf***er,

they won't stop until your ass is dead.

How the f***

a dead motherf***er...

...gonna retaliate,

you stupid son of a b*tch?

A dead man can't walk.

You already dead, see?

You got killed by the L.A.P.D.

in a motherfucking shootout.

Process that, nigga. Can your neuron

fire that fast, motherf***er?

Yeah, that's what happened.

L.A.P.D. shot your b*tch ass.

Happens all the time.

Ain't that right, Shaw?

Yeah, that's right.

-l got the stairs. You take the front.

-Got it.

F***.

Come on, Ballister.

Come on out here, you big f***.

Let's go. You and me, brother.

l'm talking to you!

Hey!

Come on, you stupid f***,

answer me.

P*ssy. Come on, baby.

l'm waiting.

You're gonna make me

come to you, huh?

Where are you, sensei?

Obi-Wan.

F***.

Kill this motherf***er.

Kill him. Kill him.

Kill him.

Kill him.

l gotta hand it to you, partner.

You're quite the father. Come back

and run through the neighbourhood.

Killing up all kind of niggas

and Mexicans.

Just a white boy on a rampage.

But we still got this little dilemma,

now, do we not?

l know you ain't dumb enough

to bring a fist to a gunfight.

l am.

You probably think

l'm gonna kill you.

But you know what?

l came here for one thing.

And l did what l came here to do.

l got no beef with you.

He's a cool motherf***er.

Now, that sh*t was gangster.

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