Empire Page #2

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Jason, go to your room.

What the f*** happened?.

Who did this?.

- I think Empire's trying to make a move.

- You're saying Vic did this to you?.

- I'll find out about this sh*t.

- Wait a minute, Tito.

He's not exactly moving in.

What the f***

does "not exactly" mean?.

Look, we was chillin', right?.

And I saw David.

I don't like that motherf***er,

so I slapped him around a bit.

He ran away like a b*tch. Next thing

I know, Vic is movin' in on us, man.

Get me a drink.

What the f***, man?.

What's the problem?.

I'm tired of you, you piece of sh*t.

- You gonna kill me now, man?.

- Shut the f*** up!

You'd better tell Vic I didn't have

sh*t to do with this. You hear me?.

I'm f***in' tired of your sh*t, man.

Go home, wash your f***in' ass.

Tell good-bye to your mother

and your f***in' kids.

Then come back here. Then I'm gonna

kill you, you f***in' piece of sh*t!

You hear me?.

We straight?.

- Yeah.

- Is we straight?.

- Yeah.

- Get the f*** outta here.

I'm gonna go play Playstation

with my son right now.

Nobody'd better f***in' interrupt me.

You hear me?.

For everybody- everybody-

money is what life is all about.

Getting it, keeping it,

losing it, holding it...

needing it, living it

and dying for it.

You have to look like you got it,

whether you do or not.

That's how you get respect-

you gotta put your money on display

the right way.

My brother G knew just how to do it,

and he taught me well.

I need him now.

I mean, not for nothin',

but just to look at him...

with his G chain...

the old Alpaca sweater...

Grandmaster Flash

and the Furious Five...

and, of course, my first pair

of British Walkers.

Yep, he was the man...

and those were the days.

I miss him.

- Yo, what's up?.

- What's up, little midget?.

How you doin?.

Where's your moms?.

Who's the little player hater, huh?.

Jason, from Prospect.

Yo, if I ask you somethin',

you promise not to tell my mom?.

No, I don't make no promises.

Just tell me what it is.

My mom don't like me

asking anyone for anything...

but the new Playstation's out.

Cut to the chase.

How much is it?.

I think about $400.

No, it ain't.

It's, like, $395.

What ever happened to

water pistols and f***in' yo-yos, man?.

Wait, wait.

I been saving up mad money, you know,

and my mom be taking it all.

- Now I ain't got jack.

- Your mom taking your money?.

- No jack.

- Listen to me.

Tomorrow you go to Boltron's

and you ask for Weebs.

I'm gonna hook you up with a Playstation

and three games. All right?.

- Thanks, Vic. Come on.

- Yo, yo, hold up.

- Come here.

- What you want?.

Yo, I ain't Santa Claus, man.

You're gonna clean my car

for two months...

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