Chapter & Verse Page #3

like I told you and eat.

Man:

I f*** Iraqi b*tches.

I f*** Spanish b*tches.

(chuckles)

- Do you have a light? I...

- (lighter flicking)

- I said there's no smoking.

- You got a light?

Shut the f*** up!

- You don't talk

to me like that.

- Shut the f*** up!

Hey, f*** you! F*** you!

I f*** white b*tches.

I hate black b*tches.

Hey, man.

Who won the game?

I said, who won the game?

(grunting)

Yo, L.

How long you been

out the joint, huh?

A few weeks.

Why you acting

all shady and sh*t?

- Shady?

- Shady, nigga. I ain't stutter.

You seen me coming out

the barber shop the other day,

my barber shop,

and you f***ing look

the other way.

- What up with that?

- You said your barber shop?

Yeah, man. I'm trying to make

an honest dollar, all right?

11:
00 a.m. to 11:00 p.m.

every day, every day.

Damn.

Maybe Moses did part the sea.

You thought I was

still in these streets?

Gonna as you to do

some dumb sh*t?

- Nah, a lot of dumb sh*t.

- (laughs)

What you need, man?

You need anything?

- I'm good.

- Don't lie to me.

I'm good.

Sh*t, nigga,

you need a gym.

I ain't trying

to get soft.

I'm Jomo the Soft

now, huh?

Soft like this?

Huh?

Soft like that?

Let's see

what you got.

Oh, no. Oh, you got

the kisses going.

Joint been good

to you, huh?

You're all cock-diesel

and sh*t.

Nigga, wait till you get

some p*ssy and some

Big Macs up in you.

Not me, brother.

If it ain't rough,

it ain't right.

(laughs)

Oh!

Stay up.

Stay up, soldier.

Man:
Dance.

Payday. Anita.

Harris. Don't call in sick.

I know your game.

Gomez. Rodriguez.

My favorite, Cohen.

Yours has a pink slip.

Why you messing

with my head?

Now I have to take

my stress pills.

By yourself

some white T-shirts.

That one's dingy.

(gunshots)

(bullet shell clinking)

- Cock it back?

- Nah, nah, don't cock it back.

(laughs)

(siren chirps)

- Yo. This your phone?

- Yeah, this is my phone.

(overlapping conversations)

- Where's your I.D.? I.D. I.D.

- He's my little bro.

- There's no reason

to arrest him.

- Turn that off.

- They just came out of--

- No need for that, sir.

- I live right here.

- They didn't do nothing, man.

Come on, you're squeezing

his wrists, bro.

- I came from school just now.

- Shh. Quiet.

Turn that thing off.

Turn that thing off right now.

...from school

and I live right here.

My grandmother lives upstairs.

My grandmother lives upstairs.

- They in high school, man.

- Quiet down.

We live right here.

This is our block.

- This is our block, man.

- Excuse me, my man.

Keyboard, printer,

$1,000.

Oh, that's a lot.

Okay, you're nice lady,

so I do every for $900.

This is a refurbished desktop.

It only got

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