Menace II Society Page #2

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What up?

Caine's in the house.

What's going down there?

This is my cousin Harold.

What's up?

You want to be on prime time?

What?

I seen your ass|on prime time, n*gger.

I got the tape.|The motherfuckin' tape.

I told you.

The rest of the guys|are in back.

What's up, baby?

What's up, Duane?

How y'all doing?

What's up, man?

Let me talk to you for a minute.

Hold my motherfuckin' sh*t|there.

What's up?

I know you ain't dumb enough...

Cool out.

The sh*t is funny to me, though.

Let me|get back to this sh*t.

What's up, fool?

What up, Caine, Locster, n*gger?

Where the bud at, fool?

A-Wax was older|than the rest of us.

I mean,|he was what we called a "G"...

He was funny to us.

it got to a point...

where he just liked to see|other people do dirt.

O-Dog|was the craziest n*gger alive.

All right, fool.

Give me my f***in' money,|n*gger.

Give me my sh*t.

Crapped out like a motherf***er.

Give me my motherfuckin' money.

Yo, n*gger,|throw that money down.

What's up, black man?

I'm coolin'.

Why's that hood on your head?

You look like the grim reaper.

It's cold out here, my brother.

That's why.

he kept coming at us with it.

Yeah, right.

Toss me one, homey.

He went to a different|high school, though...

'cause he could play ball.

I got to get something|to eat, man.

Y'all n*ggers hurry up.

I'm hungrier|than a motherf***er.

I got the munchies|like a motherf***er.

Your big ass eats|too much as it is.

Damn. Damn.

What the f***'s going on|out in this motherf***er?

Me and Harold|going over to Jack's.

Hell, yeah.

stupid ass motherf***er.

Y'all gonna follow us, right?

Yeah, n*gger.|We know where it's at, fool.

Get the f*** out of here.

Get your ass out of here.

We don't need that sh*t. Damn.

Who got some snaps|on the petrol?

I got sh*t.

My motherfuckin' pocket|is hurting.

and y'all ain't got|no motherfuckin' money.

We'll get you back.

F***. Pump my sh*t.

Peace.

Peace.

It's hot as hell.

Turn off the heater, then, man.

You know what I'm saying?

Hell, yeah.|Kind of f***ed up, huh?

You crazy.|All I had was two 40s.

Of what?

Two bottles of ldes, baby.

You real f***ed up, n*gger.

F***ed.

I'm tired.

Get your ass up out the car,|n*gger.

Get the f*** out!

Break yourself, n*gger.|Break yourself.

Ain't this a b*tch!

Get your motherfuckin' ass|up out the car.

All right, n*gger. Chill.

Caine, get out the car, man.

I ain't going like a chump.

Don't make me rush you.

Get your ass up out the car.

Get up out the car.

All right, n*gger. I'm coming.

N*gger, I got you, all right.

Get your motherfuckin' ass|out the car!

B*tch, move!

F*** you!

Aw, sh*t!

Get out of the car!

Oh, sh*t! That's Caine.

Hey, they getting jacked!|Come on.

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