Black and White Page #4

and we got this thing straightened out.

These white motherfuckers kill me!

Yesterday me and Gar come in here

by ourselves, no f***ing deal.

Today we bring in another cracker

and it's all good.

-Could you explain this sh*t to me?

-That's just your reputation preceding you.

That's all gonna change now.

What I cannot afford is a corpse

in my lobby.

A Biggy Smalls, a Tupac,

a body in my elevator.

You know, that's not good for business.

What did you think about me

and Greta getting back?

Back and forth. It's your game, baby.

Do what you want.

Whatever turns you on.

She's writing her

anthropology graduate thesis on race.

Good for her.

-I think we're gonna make it this time.

-Let me ask you a question:

What do you think these white people

really want from us?

You know. White motherfuckers

trying to imitate us...

...trying to rap, dress black

and all this sh*t.

B*tches throwing p*ssy all over.

What's going on with this sh*t?

A lot of people think it's like size.

The myth....

Niggas got bigger d*cks and sh*t.

But I don't think that's it.

I think they think they're gonna

get some kind of life force...

...some sh*t from f***ing with us.

Had some white chicks

in the park with me the other day.

Some preppy little chicks,

freaking them off.

Pops is an investment banker.

Central Park West living and all that.

I don't know what she thinks

she's gonna get from being around me.

I'm probably trying to get a little of her

information and see what I can do with it.

White people are as different

from each other as black people.

You can't lump them together like that.

The thing I got with Greta, it's different.

"The mind is a terrible thing to waste

"Especially smoked out,

puffin' that morphine base

"Prostitutes display the avenues

"Homicides searching for seed

that's about to

"Cattle vans filled up with lifies,

young guns equal cribs and kids

"Equal long skids

"Time to fix our position,

and light the fixture

"Read through the lines like a scripture,

frame the picture

"Sons is goners,

three time fels fell upon us

"Ones livin' in cells, ownin' their cells

"Corners that made us men,

you got your first nine, you're in

"Money on the line, coach signed to get

"Ooh, coach saw him again"

-What up, kid? What's up, baby?

-Hi.

-What's going on?

-How are you?

Sneaking up on us.

I'm not sneaking up on you.

I can't believe this is happening.

-We're gonna make hits, I'm telling you.

-Congratulations.

-Where's Rich?

-Rich is right up there talking to Dean.

They're not in jail. They're professionals

and they just want to work.

And I'd really appreciate

if we can work here with you.

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