First Time Felon Page #2

telling you to do pushups.

Like the army. What's wrong with that?

lt'll give you discipline.

l don't want my son

to go through five years of this.

You get through that boot camp

and you come home!

Boss Dog!

Pookie!

-What's up, player?

-What's new, partner?

-All right. What you get, man?

-Sh*t.

l got five years.

Or this here boot camp sh*t.

Word?

l heard some sh*t about that boot camp.

Redneck Ku Klux Klan motherfuckers.

Tell you to eat your own sh*t,

you got to do it.

Sh*t, dog...

...l don't know if l wanna become

the type of n*gger l gotta be...

...to try to survive up in this b*tch

for five years.

-What up, King?

-Hey, baby, what's up?

-What's up, dog?

-What's happening?

l'm out.

What?

-How's you out and we in?

-Sh*t, n*gger, l paid my lawyer.

See, the key to this sh*t

is having a good lawyer.

l give him a little something each month,

even if l'm not arrested.

What happened to

all that motherfucking money y'all made?

How many times l told y'all

you got to save your money?

Now this sh*t here is the consequences

of the motherfucking game.

Now you gotta deal with it.

Let me tell y'all something, both of you.

Keep your motherfucking mouth shut.

All right, l'm outta here.

-All right, King.

-All right, player.

That there's a slick-ass n*gger.

l didn't qualify for no boot camp.

l got that prior, man.

Them ugly-ass sneakers?

l told you to leave them shits in the store,

you stupid-ass n*gger, man.

What you said about doing sh*t

you don't wanna do up in here to survive?

l'm gonna have to do 'em, boss.

l got five years, no parole.

Won't be no boot camp for me, man.

Peter Jackson?

-Yeah.

-Let's go!

-All right, player, stay up.

-You do what you got to do now.

Ta-dow.

You're dead, motherf***er!

-F*** you, b*tch-ass n*gger.

-Hear me? You're dead!

-F*** you.

-You're dead!

-Stuttering-ass b*tch!

-Dead, motherf***er!

Sh*t.

What the f*** you looking at?

My uncle, he owns a used-car lot

on Western.

When l get outta here,

l'm gonna ask him for a job.

Maybe he'll hook some of you up

with a job, too.

All right, check it out, right there.

See the cat eyes?

How the fins are in the back there?

Clean as hell, ain't it?

l can tell you anything about cars.

Right here we got

a 1984 Cadillac Eldorado....

Oh sh*t, man, there it is.

l don't see no walls, no fences, nothing.

-How they gonna keep us in here?

-Let's rock.

l'll book right now.

That ain't sh*t, man.

You oughta put your ass in the chair!

Man, shut up!

Break that up! Get off the bus!

Go, go, go. Get off the bus, go, go!

Shut up!

Be quiet!

Get your hands down!

Get your nose up against that wall, freak!

You!

Turn around, face me!

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