South Central

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What up, n*ggers?

- Yo!

- What's up?

What's up, Deuce?

Deuce!

Get your ass down here, man.

What's up?

Get in here, man!

Hey, what's up?

Deuce!

Yeah!

Give me a beer, man.

Hey, yo, ossifer,

come here.

Yeah. Come here.

Look, I just wanted

to say I'm sorry...

That's my boy...

Always get the last word

on a suck ass hack.

Welcome back to the street, man.

Let's swing back and

spray that poot-butt again.

I see Loco ain't changed none.

He's still loced out on PCP.

Yo, Bear, give me

eight ball, babe.

Man, things changed since

you been locked down, Bob.

Deuce is springing

up and down Hoover Street.

I'm organizing the Deuce gangs.

I'm fixing to throw a meeting

for all the new sets.

I was waiting on you.

Bobby, you want

a hit of this tranq?

It's a f***ing roller coaster.

Aw, man, get that sh*t off me.

I heard Carole

pinched a baby boy.

What's up, man?

Is it yours?

Yeah, it's mine.

So, what she call it?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Hey, man, I don't

f***ing know, ok?

Ok, man. Calm down.

I'm locked down, man.

She don't come around,

so I don't know nothing.

A kid going to cramp

your style, Bobby?

No, man, he's just

another little Deuce.

That n*gger mama is so old,

she still ironing

her clothes with a hot rock.

F*** you, man.

Your mama was so old,

I bet she was the waitress

at the last supper.

Hey, hey, Ray.

Yo, Bobby.

Yo, man.

What up?

Carole out here.

What?

Hey, Carole!

Bobby!

Baby!

Bobby!

Baby. Why didn't

you tell me?

I could have done

my hair or something.

What's up, Ray Ray, Loco, Bear?

Why didn't you tell me

Bobby was getting out?

Sh*t. Everybody knew,

Carole.

You stink. You high

on that PCP sh*t?

That's cold, Bobby.

Why you dogging me?

Genie, this is Bobby.

I told you about Bobby.

Bobby, this is Genie Lamp.

Glad to meet you, Bobby.

Glad in your

motherfucking ass, cuz.

Smack man.

Long time, Ray Ray.

Yeah. Since they ran

your ass off of Grape Street.

I don't run, Ray.

I move.

You move...

But your dope stays in my hood.

You are too possessive, Ray.

Plenty of drug addicts

to go around.

We don't like your sh*t

in our hood, man.

"We," my ass. You.

You don't like it, Ray,

because no money comes to you.

You don't give a sh*t

about no hood.

Now is not the time, Ray.

Bobby, let's go home.

It's your first day out.

Ray, no trouble.

This ain't over, Lamp.

This is my hood.

We'll take it up

at another time, Ray.

Count on it, smack man.

Kill you, fool!

He's a Kansas City pimp.

Now, it's old hustlers

like that...

They got to go so Deuce

can take over.

We got to weed out

the independents, man,

make our neighborhoods safe

for our kids and our b*tches.

Go in the house. I'll be

in there in a minute.

Yo, Bobby, man,

watch your b*tch...

'cause that

smooth-talking snake

is probably fixing

to turn her out.

Now, at the meeting

we'll figure out

how we going to deal

with the rest of this sh*t.

Cool?

Cool.

All right, man.

Tomorrow.

His name is Jimmie.

Why was you in

that fool's apartment?

I didn't have no money, Bobby.

You had enough to buy PCP.

If it hadn't have been

for Genie Lamp,

I wouldn't have had

money for cigarettes.

What did you give him in return?

I didn't give him nothin'.

He was just nice to me.

Nice! He's a hustler.

Don't play me for no sucker!

I ain't playing you, Bobby.

Why no letters, no visits?

I didn't even know

his f***ing name!

I was alone, Bobby.

I didn't have no money,

no car, no nothing.

I had to go on the county.

I cursed you. I hated you

for leaving me.

And you know what else?

I had the baby

by myself, Bobby...

By myself.

And it hurt me.

It hurt me.

Sh*t.

I'm your daddy.

Goo goo?

Daddy?

What's up?

You're going to

get me in trouble.

Hey, baby.

How you doing?

Hey.

All right?

Everything

going to be all right.

I'm home now.

You did a good job.

He's a fine boy.

I missed you, bobby.

I love you.

Hey, what up?

All right.

What up?

All right.

Shut the f*** up.

We...

are Deuce...

and we multiplying.

Schools are turning out

more Deuces

Than graduates.

The gangs is fixing

to be the strongest force

on the streets of L.A.

So we...

got to be the strongest gang.

- Yeah!

- Yeah.

- Yeah!

- Deuce, Deuce, Deuce.

If they put us in jail...

F*** 'em.

We take over the jails

and the streets, too.

Now, you all know

Bad Ass Bobby Johnson.

Well, his daddy and my daddy

are in prison today.

Why?

Because in the 1965 watts riots,

they tried to control the day.

You don't control the day.

The man controls the day.

But we will...

control the night.

Now, at night

we take over the land,

and that's the same thing

as owning it,

and don't sh*t go down

in the hood

unless we say so.

Every Deuce set should lay claim

To a school or a park

in their hood

and respect each others' rights.

And to make sure there ain't

no misunderstanding

about whose sh*t is whose,

every gangster in the set

should write his name

somewhere obvious

in the park or playground.

Now, to finance us...

we got this.

My boy.

Homeboy.

You buy it from me,

the money stays in the hood.

Sell it.

Don't use it.

Let the other fools

have the habit.

And don't let nobody

sell nothing in your hood.

Now, I know there are

a lot of drug dealers

on this side of town,

but that sh*t's going to stop.

Now, we going

to have to kill somebody

to send out the message,

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