Friday Page #3

Got me, too,

little b*tch ass n*gger.

lf l catch him,

lll beat him like his dad.

Excuse me.

Could stay off my grass, please?

Thank you.

Stanley be actin

like an old b*tch sometimes.

l know.

Nothing but dirt anyway.

Remember this?

Hey, man!

Shut up.

Damn.

Mama!

Damn! What you doin

knockin like you the police?

lm on the phone!

l left my key.

Always talkin sh*t.

Just open the goddamn door.

Stop slamming my goddamn door.

Sorry, Joann.

Lets go. l know you dont

wanna hear that sh*t.

l did!

Get your ass up and cook

or clean up or something!

Talkin sh*t.

Damn.

All you do is smoke weed.

Thats all right.

Dont worry about what the f***

l be doin.

What lm tripping on

is how you gonna sell bud...

and you smoking it.

l dont know.

Thats my only problem.

Worm gonna end up

f***ing you up.

Big Worm aint gonna do a thing!

All right.

Look, he need me.

Red told me he smoked a fool

for 50 bucks.

l dont give a f***.

l need you to go to the store

and get me cigarettes.

Give me the money.

Wait a minute. Whats this?

This aint enough.

Make it enough.

Let me wash your car for 2.00.

All you gonna do is smoke it up.

l dont smoke no more.

Buy me a 40-ounce

for my birthday.

-Today your birthday?

-Whats today?

Come on.

-All right.

-Shut up.

lm shot.

Get your ass off me.

l need some papers...

and humps.

Get these for me.

Aint got no money.

You owe me 2.00.

Oh, my God! lm hurt!

lm suing yall!

lm hurt! My neck!

My back! My neck and my back!

l want 150, 000.

We can settle out of court now

for 20 bucks.

Get your punk ass up.

lt aint even wet here.

Give me 10,

and l wont say nothin.

Get out.

Two fifty and a jawbreaker?

A dollar and envelopes?

What you doing?

You can get money for falling

in a store.

You need to stay off crack.

Get out.

You wrong.

Brother, stay black.

Shut up.

-Thanks.

-Thanks, my ass.

You better come by my house

and wash my car.

lm serious.

Goddamn.

Stop your sh*t.

Stop the mother.

Dizam !

F***in bucket.

Watch my car.

Make sure nobody mess with it.

Damn!

Mrs. Parker finer

than a motherf***er.

ld knock the dust

off that p*ssy.

Hi, Mrs. Parker.

Hi, boys.

When you gonna let me f***?

What did you say, honey?

Nothing.

Mrs. Parker just dont know.

Needs some young meat.

Mr. Parker

aint hittin that right.

She know what she doin

with them little-ass shorts.

She know we lookin.

lm on my way to work.

Make sure if you leave,

you lock up.

And answer the phone.

The cable people

are supposed to call.

Look at her.

She ought to be ashamed,

coming out looking like that.

Hey, girl!

How you doing?

Fine.

lm on my way to work.

Call me when you get home.

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