Waist Deep Page #2

Sh*t!

Wait right here.

Where is another chopshop?

I don't know.

Can we get the f*** out of here?

Hold on! I gotta find

another car.

Wait right here.

Come hand me this wrench

over here in this red box.

What the f*** is...

Hey!

Hey!

Coco? Is that you?

Coco?

What the f*** is you

doing in my shop?

Hey, Rock, Rock,

Rock, Rock. Hey, baby.

B*tch, you better get to explaining.

Wait, listen, listen, listen.

My boy is coming over here right now

with a car for you to look at.

And I got here before him.

So since I got here before him,

I came inside cause you wasn't here...

I don't know what kind of game

you're trying to run on me...

Not, no, no. I'm not, I'm not.

But you done f***ed up!

Shut up.

If you ever steal from me,

you won't walk from this motherf***er alive.

What you thinking about?

Never f***ing put your hands

on a woman again.

What the f***'s wrong with you?

Never put your motherfucking hands

on a woman.

Sh*t...

F***ing piece of sh*t!

Thanks.

Where else can we go

find my son?

Where else can we go

look for him now?

Let's get you to a hospital.

Just drop me off

where you found me.

Somebody need to look at you.

You're coughing up blood.

I need to go back and try to get

some of my sh*t, okay?

That sh*t is gone.

You need to just let me

take you to your house.

Don't need to be

out here like this.

I can't go home!

If I don't come home with at least

my bag and my minimum,

P-Money's gonna f***ing kill me!

So what's your minimum?

Five hundred.

Just let me out of the f***ing car.

Just let me out!

You ain't in no shape to go out there

and hustle no $500 minimum.

Who the f*** is

P-Money anyway?

F***.

I'm so f***ed.

I'm so f***ed.

I'll give you the money.

You help me, I help you.

Find my little man.

You're very sweet,

but I don't think so.

You got a better offer?

Hey!

Where's my little man?

Dad!

We got Jennifer.

That's what I'm talking about.

Old bobblehead-ass motherf***er,

shake that thing.

Shake that thing. Look at all

that ass, b*tch. He wants...

Get in here.

The f*** happened to you?

Where little man at?

If your punk ass would have

showed up like I asked you to,

none of this sh*t

would have happened!

What the f***

are you thinking?

Get off me.

-What's wrong with you, man?

-Nigga, they got Junior!

-Who got Junior?

-Some niggas carjacked me.

They took the f***ing car

when Junior was in the back seat.

And you up in this motherf***er

getting high, man!

Okay. Look, man...

-Just calm down, all right?

-I'm telling you right now, bro.

Put the word out.

I want my f***ing son back.

I'm not playing, Lucky.

I want my f***ing son back.

We gonna get him back.

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