Bullet Page #3

stuck my man Flaco in the eye,

and took off

with my product and my cash, so!

Tank, no sh*t, this is

the first l heard of this.

Honestly.

l should have murdered that motherf***er

three years ago while we was up north.

Listen, Tank, what the f***

you want from us, anyway?

What do l want?

l want you to find the motherf***er

and bring him to me!

Would you stop?

l'll find out what happened.

You do that, Paddy.

You do that, because if you don't,

me and you going to have problems.

You understand?

Why you got to jump

all over me like this?

Why can't you chill out?

l'll find out what happened.

You got my cash?

Yeah, l got your cash.

lt's all there--24 large.

Jesus Christ.

What's the matter,

you don't trust me anymore?

l don't trust no-motherfucking-body.

Until this sh*t is over

and l got

that motherf***er's head

on a platter, you cut off.

This is bullshit.

You want to do something

about it, little man?

Chill.

Paddy, you tell Bullet l said

the only bullet he's going to see

is the one l'm going to put

in his f***ing ass.

You got that?

- Yeah, l got it.

- Good.

Y'all get up from around me.

Y'all stinking up my car.

Smell like wet dogs

in this motherf***er.

Get out of here!

Top of the morning, fellas.

Let's go.

Suck my dick, you stupid n*gger.

F*** you! F*** you!

F***ing white boys, man.

What the f*** are we doing

in this spic joint?

Come on, man, look around.

Here, take a Spanish fly.

Excuse me.

Would you like to dance?

l like the way you move.

You look...

You look, like, really,

really hard, you know?.

Looks are deceiving.

l mean, come on,

you don't dance?

We could dance.

Why don't you dance?

l'll watch you.

Man, why don't you

loosen up a little, man?

Sit down.

Can't you enjoy yourself?

What's up, bro?

You got ability.

You could do something with this.

Get your head screwed on right,

you could make some money,

get away from all this bullshit.

Listen, l do what l do.

There ain't nothin' else to it.

You ever heard

of Pablo Picasso?

Yeah, l heard of him.

Picasso said that art

is the ultimate perpetration of fraud.

What he really meant was

this is all bullshit.

See, a piece of paper

or the canvas and the paint,

it all costs a few bucks.

The finished product

goes for a million dollars!

What the f***'s wrong

with a million dollars?

Nothing's wrong with it.

The thing is,

is that all it means

is something

is wrong with the system.

l'll tell you something--people love

controlling other people, all right?

Bro, we're only here

for a cup of coffee.

You got to take care

of what you believe in.

Eight years l ain't busted a nut.

That spic broad over there--

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