2Eleven Page #2

- Chillin, man.

- Woo, f*** yeah.

- Tell me you got some rellos.

- Hell no.

- Damn, we need some rellos.

- Ey, babe, ey.

Why don't you shoot to the store,

and grab a nigga juice, get me some rello.

- No.

Go ask that little gang banger b*tch

to go to the store for you.

Now, you know she come over

here, you gon' be trippin'.

Go get yo ass.

- She got the motherfuckin' ass too.

- She gon' beat yo ass, nigga.

- You.

- Got me f***ed up.

- This nigga a little b*tch though.

- Sh*t, you gon' f*** around and

marry that girl, boy, watch.

- You be havin' me f***ed up, man.

Do I look like a sucka to you or some?

- Hell yeah.

Look at this nigga, Nuck, dawg.

Man he done threw some

Ruccis on that hot mafucker?

- If it ain't the brokest niggas in the D.

- Man, get the f*** outta here, nigga.

- Before niggas come down

there and rob yo li'l ho ass.

- Ah, please don't rob me, mister crook.

Naw, f*** wit me.

In a year or two, ready I buy one of these

for the whole crew or somethin'.

- The f*** on.

- Yeah, aite, man, get

at me, get a bag, 911.

F*** on.

- Man, that nigga eatin'.

- Yeah, he eatin', nigga.

But niggas can do without

all that hot sh*t for real.

To get a b*tch like that, you

gotta have a whip like that.

I ain't 'bout to be on of

them li'l dirty niggas.

Shut yo li'l

fat dusty ass up, dawg.

- I know this ain't that nigga b*tch.

What's up, Bambo?

Sh*t, get me some rellos.

- No, that ain't it.

Look, could you double bag my sh*t?

Last time my sh*t was fallin'

all out the bag walkin' home.

Yo, what's up, little mama?

- Nah, I'm straight.

- I'm callin' you a ho

ass nigga a b*tch, b*tch.

- Oh, what the f*** you just say to me.

- Shut the f*** up, b*tch,

you must be hard of hearing.

- Let me go!

- Shut the f*** up!

- Let me go!

- Shut the f*** up, yo know what happen.

Tell your ho ass nigga,

when I see him too,

it's a wrap for his ass.

Now, get your wack ass

up outta here too.

- Let go.

- Before I renew your ass too.

B*tch.

- Wait, Natty, you forgot your backpack.

- Oh, thanks, Ma.

- And don't forget to ask your teacher

for your progress report, okay?

Okay, I won't.

Bye, see you tomorrow.

- Okay.

Oh, wait, give me one more hug.

But mom, dad's waiting for me.

- I know, I know, I'm just

gonna miss you so much.

Okay, bye.

Hey dad, do

you like it out here?

Why do you ask that?

Because it

looks a little different.

Different from what?

Well, I was in class today,

and I seen a picture of Orlando.

And the picture looked so pretty, dad.

It had green trees, blue

water, and Disney World.

It sounds like you really wanna

go to Disney World, huh?

No, dad, I need

to go to Disney World.

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