Waist Deep Page #2

and hustle no $500 minimum.

Who the f*** is

P-Money anyway?

F***.

I'm so f***ed.

I'm so f***ed.

I'll give you the money.

You help me, I help you.

Find my little man.

You're very sweet,

but I don't think so.

You got a better offer?

Hey!

Where's my little man?

Dad!

We got Jennifer.

That's what I'm talking about.

Old bobblehead-ass motherf***er,

shake that thing.

Shake that thing. Look at all

that ass, b*tch. He wants...

Get in here.

The f*** happened to you?

Where little man at?

If your punk ass would have

showed up like I asked you to,

none of this sh*t

would have happened!

What the f***

are you thinking?

Get off me.

-What's wrong with you, man?

-Nigga, they got Junior!

-Who got Junior?

-Some niggas carjacked me.

They took the f***ing car

when Junior was in the back seat.

And you up in this motherf***er

getting high, man!

Okay. Look, man...

-Just calm down, all right?

-I'm telling you right now, bro.

Put the word out.

I want my f***ing son back.

I'm not playing, Lucky.

I want my f***ing son back.

We gonna get him back.

Just chill out!

I'm gonna to hit some corners, man.

I'm gonna see what's popping.

Ain't nobody just gonna

take your motherfucking son, nigga.

Not my little cousin, nigga.

F*** that sh*t.

Look, I'll be back, all right?

I'm gonna be back.

I'm gonna hit you, all right?

We family, right?

We family, right?

Yeah. Family.

Right.

You know, this house

don't really suit you.

It was my grandmother's house.

Who you living with?

P-Money and four other girls.

We do all the f***ing hustling,

and he makes all the money.

I'm just trying to make enough money

so I can get out of it.

What's your son's name?

Otis Junior.

So you're Otis Senior?

Yeah, they call me O2.

"O2?"

Back in the day

when I was on the block,

I used to go to these different

neighborhoods and set it off.

Then I would disappear.

Just vanish.

So they started

calling me "Oxygen."

It got so crazy, they just doubled it up,

started calling me O2.

So you were in the life?

Before I got locked up.

So you couldn't vanish

when it counted most, huh?

How long?

I did six years.

Only been out

on parole for a month.

So, I suppose shooting up people and

having a gun and all that sh*t

is probably a violation

of your parole, huh?

I got the gun from work.

You got the gun from work?

It's a part of

a program for ex-cons.

I'd have never took

the gun if the dude

who was supposed to be coming

to replace me would have showed up.

So you stole it?

I was going to

take the gun back.

That sounds like bullshit

to me.

That's why I can't

go to the police.

I got two strikes.

All it takes is one more.

They don't buy my story,

it's a wrap.

What about Junior's mother?

Where is she?

Let's go get my son.

Earlier today, on the eve of

the Mayor's much anticipated visit

to South Los Angeles,

two people were executed

on the very street

that tomorrow's anti-crime rally

is scheduled to take place.

This video was taken

at the scene.

Police are looking for an unidentified man

bearing these tattoos.

If you recognize this man,

please contact the local...

I better go find Junior

before they find me.

Please don't do this, man!

You ain't got to do this, Meat.

I tell you,

I'm gonna have it by tomorrow, man.

-Hello.

-Not now, O. I gotta call you back.

See this right here?

-What the f*** was that noise?

-Nothing.

Listen, meet me at

the spot in 15 minutes.

This is a dumb nigga.

Yeah, gone.

And this is what happens to dumb niggas

if they don't pay their taxes.

Every liquor store,

every grocery store,

and every motherfucking restaurant

around here owes me.

You bring me my money,

you get your arm back.

Sh*t, if you hurry, you might even be

able to sew this motherf***er back on.

Get back to work!

Check it out. I got some info

for the streets, man.

Hot off the wires.

Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa

and Police Chief William J. Bratton

declared war on city street gangs today,

saying they will...

-There you go. That's him.

-...use the same tactics that crippled

the Mafia to pursue gang leaders

and their members.

Police will begin issuing...

Tell your little busted-ass

homey I'm looking for him.

So what up?

Man, I got good news.

I got bad news.

The good news is

I found out who got Junior.

The bad news,

I found out who got Junior.

-Who?

-Big Meat.

Word on the street, man,

you papered up.

Say you got $100,000

stashed somewhere.

That little job you've got at that security,

that sh*t just a front.

Said he struck gold when he found out

Junior was your kid.

I told that nigga before I got out

I ain't got no more of that money.

He don't believe you.

He want the whole $100,000 in exchange

for Junior by Friday, midnight.

How the f*** am I supposed to come up

with $100,000 by tomorrow?

I don't know, man.

But if you don't give it to him,

he gonna start chopping on Junior.

O,

if you've got that money, man,

you gotta give it up.

Lucky, you think I be doing security

if I had $100,000, bro?

All I know is if you ain't got that money,

then you better find it.

Quick.

All right.

I'm gonna have his money by tomorrow.

You get word to that nigga.

When he gets that money,

Junior better walk.

Tell him to try me.

So then,

what's your next move?

I take Meat out

and go get my son.

You can't even get near him.

I can get near anybody.

No. Trust me. I used to run for the Outlaws.

I know what I'm talking about.

If you really want your son,

you need to get that money.

All right. I got a plan.

I need you in

on it with me, though.

I don't know you.

You said you wanna

get out of the life, right?

You want out, right?

Roll with me on this.

You're not hearing me.

You're not understanding what I'm saying.

F***ing with them is suicide.

Trust me on this. I got you.

All right. I'm in

if we hit P-Money, too.

I'll take half,

so I can disappear.

-P-Money?

-Yeah.

I don't have a problem

with P-Money.

Yeah, well, I do.

How much do you know

about P-Money's operation?

Everything.

I know for a fact that

Meat's trying to

take over his territory,

and P ain't having it.

They're going head-to-head

right now. And you know what?

Meat hit one of P-Money's

spots the other night.

I know P's looking

to retaliate.

All right.

I got us something.

But Coco?

Yeah.

If they find out what

I'm doing, my son is dead.

So it's either all or nothing.

I'm all in.

Yeah?

Gucci pumps, Prada panties,

Fendi body bag.

-Hey, girl.

-Hey, mama.

You got something for me today?

Today I'm not selling.

I'm buying.

All right. But he can't come up in here.

I don't know him.

Come on, girl. This is my new baby.

He wants to spend some moneys on me.

Mmm-hmm.

Come on.

-How you doing?

-How you?

Damn.

I guess we ain't gotta go

to the mall no more.

What can I help y'all with today?

Just looking to buy my boo

a few little things, you know.

We got a little event coming up.

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