South Central Page #2

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"Don't f*** with Deuce."

Now, in 1972,

Deuce started out

with 2 members.

Now there are hundreds.

In 5 years...

there'll be thousands.

Control your hood.

Everybody's

going to party tonight.

Ain't that right, Jimmie?

Everybody's going

to party tonight.

What do you want, Ray?

We came to party.

You guys got I.D.s?

Most of you look

too young to party.

Got I.D. in your face,

motherf***er.

I.D.s?

We ain't got no I.D.s.

Do you have a license

for that gambling club out back?

Play the music.

I said play the music!

You all try to enjoy

your evening.

Drinks are on me.

We'll buy our own drinks, chump.

Whatever you say, little Bobby.

I missed you, Bobby.

I missed having fun.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Shh. Hey,

don't wake him up.

Let's send

the b*tches home, man.

Send the b*tches away,

the b*tches going to play

with somebody else.

What the f*** is that

supposed to mean?

Come on, man. We got

business to take care of.

We check out the crack factory.

We catch up to them later.

Cool.

Fine.

You take Jimmie.

Come on, Clarice.

Sh*t.

Bobby, don't go soft on me, man.

I need you to help me

pull off this organization.

I know you got a kid and all,

but you still Deuce, ain't you?

Course I am.

Yeah.

Going to be some

wealthy motherfuckers.

Damn right. Sh*t's

changing everything.

Yeah. It ain't right.

Come on. Come on.

Let's go see your mama

In a minute.

Yo, man, put that baby in bed.

Hey, hey. Hey, hey.

This is only the beginning, man.

Money's going to be flowin'.

Catch you later.

Hey, hey. Hey, hey.

Be cool, home.

What you want?

I just want to talk

to you, Bobby. Come on.

I ain't goin' nowhere with you.

Are you scared?

I ain't scared of you.

Him, then?

F*** him.

F*** you, too.

Come on, chump.

So, what's up?

Help yourself.

No, thanks.

You heard what the man

said, motherf***er.

Clean your plate, now.

Aah!

Ah-choo!

What is that?

It's the big, bad boy, bobby...

Smack.

You like it?

Can you hear me?

I know that you young Deuces

think that you're tough,

and maybe you are.

But you don't f*** with me.

You don't f*** with Genie Lamp!

I do my business,

and I keep on doing it.

Do you understand me?

Now, you tell Ray Ray Dewitt

what I say here.

Either we live in peace,

Or people are going

to die... A lot of people.

Have a nice day.

And enjoy the big,

bad boy, Bobby.

Grab my sh*t. We're not

coming back here.

Carole.

Carole.

Hmm?

Shh.

That snake give you this sh*t?

I'm going to kill

that motherf***er.

Bad ass...

Kansas City smack man.

Look at you now.

Yeah, f*** you, Ray Ray.

I tried to tell you, Genie.

You don't f*** with Deuce.

You remember Bobby, don't you?

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