Friday After Next Page #3

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lt's good to be home,

'cause in the prison, dawg,

ain't nothin' but the fellas, nigga.

- That's what I heard.

- I swear, man.

We got to care about each other.

That's right.

Somebody go get my mother!

I heard you motherfuckers

ain't paid your rent this month.

Ducking and dodging

my moms and sh*t!

Get your tittie off my chin!

Show up here tonight

without that rent money,

and we gonna get

real motherfucking acquainted.

You dig?

- I can't breathe, I swear to God!

- He can't breathe!

Do you dig?!

I'm feeling you, dawg. Trust me.

- Digging it.

- Good, good.

'Cause I'm gonna

only say this sh*t once.

Come on, man, let's go.

Y'all look good in your little

tight-ass rent-a-cop outfits.

Merry Christmas, niggettes.

Sh*t, man! That's bullshit, man.

He's gonna try and do

something strange to us!

I'm gonna think of something.

That's f***ed up, man.

He might do something strange

to you, though.

Puff-puff and give, motherf***er.

This is good sh*t.

I ain't gonna be your mother--

- Damn!

- Hurry up!

About a yean ago.

my Pops quit his dog-catching job

and went into business

with my Uncle Elroy.

They opened up a spot

called Bros. Barb-B-Q.

''Tastes so good.

make you wanna slap youn mama. ''

You might've

seen the commencial.

Y'all tired of that barbecue

from up the street.

where they give you

more sauce than meat?

Bning youn big ass down

to Bros. Bar-B-Q.

That's right off Manciesten.

Bros. Bar-B-Q. Tastes so good.

make you want to slap youn mama!

Don't it. Willie?

Yeah. boy. Hey. Mama.

What the hell you want?

Ain't but one location.

so it's nearest you.

You might've missed it.

They only had enough money

for a 15-second spot.

But. anyway. my Pops

got me and Day-Day

thesejobs

at the same strip mall

as Christmas-help security.

Look, Day-Day,

we only security guards, okay?

Ghetto security guards at that.

We ain't Cops.

we ain't America's Most Wanted.

NYPD Blue.

none of that sh*t you watch.

We something like them.

No. Nothing like it.

All we gonna do--take it easy,

make this money,

you're gonna watch your temper--

I ain't got to watch sh*t!

You gonna treat people right,

talk to people right.

You can get your ass kicked

around here real quick.

I don't care about it

getting out of hand.

I ain't getting into sh*t

because of you.

This is a job, man.

This ain't an adventure.

This is real, and I'm gonna

let you know, I'm not having it.

Everybody's a suspect today.

And I told you, I'm a player.

I don't care about none of that.

Damn!

Get your ass out, player.

F***, you remedial!

- What does that mean?

- Retarded!

- That wasn't nothing.

- Dumb-ass, let's go.

I mess up all the time.

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