Lottery Ticket Page #2
-lt's information.
All right.
Give me a haircut
when you get a chance.
You ought to get it cut right about now.
Kind of nappy in the back.
Damn. Let me go to work
with you today.
-You ain't going.
-Hell, no.
Hey, young blood.
Yo.
Yo, l need some beef jerky...
...and a Cherry Coke.
Yeah, that's it?
l guess so.
Man.
What's up? What?
Why you gotta talk to old dude?
You know he's crazy.
There ain't nothing wrong with
Mr. Washington.
He's a lunatic, Kevin.
He been in that apartment
before my mom was born.
He still got slave dust on him, dude.
l'm telling you, man. l think
Mr. Washington a serial killer, for real.
He eats beef jerky?
Who the hell eats beef jerky, Kevin?
Telling you, he on some mass-destruction,
Osama bin Laden-type stuff. Seriously.
You need to stop treating people
like that.
You always do that.
Since we was little, you be doing that.
l'm not making ''rest in peace'' shirts.
-You ain't that creative.
-Don't call me collect from heaven.
Now that, b*tches,
is what you call a sports car, man.
Man, check this thing out, man.
Yours for the low, low price of...
...oof, 1.4 mil!
So that's what you would get? A car?
Hell, yeah. l'd get a car
with that kind of money.
-You simple son of a b*tch. Ha, ha.
-Ha, ha, ha.
l'm simple, but he don't know
how to put lotion on.
But l'm simple, though?
Hey, get your ashy ass up out here, man.
lf l won the lottery? If l won?
Boy, l'd get my ass
one of them helicopters.
-l'd be flying in one of them choppers.
-What, a helicopter? What the hell?
l hope Semaj was lying
He the last person l wanna see.
Keep the thugs in jail.
You know what l'm saying?
Stacie!
Hey!
Boy, you know you're late, right?
What, l'm supposed to wait
ror you rorever?
Why you always down my back?
You got a watch,
you act like you can't tell time.
Could you stop arguing? Please?
Know what l'm saying? Come down here.
l'll be down in a second.
While you sitting in bumper-to-bumper
traffic in your Brigatti
-Bugatti.
-Bugatti.
Flying over that joint in all
state-of-the-art equipment...
...leather interior, GPS.
Even a PlayStation with
the plasma screen with a beat.
And l can't forget the feet up with
them 24-inch gold spinners on there.
lt would kill y'all!
Nigga, you can't put rims on a helicopter.
Ain't got no damn wheels!
Broke people. Look at them.
What you talking about, broke?
There's a man that knows something.
Ask Kevin.
Tell me, if you won the lottery,
would you rather get a sports car...
...or would you get a helicopter?
l don't even play the lottery.
Don't answer that.
Why?
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