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without at least

f***in' your ass up.

You feel me?

You don't have to do that.

I kinda do though. I don't want

to. It's my birthday and sh*t.

But there's principles to this

sh*t, and I'm a principled man.

- They in, Dom. It's all good.

- I know they got in. That's my point.

But I got this nigga telling me what he

can't let me do and sh*t. Like I give a f***.

Man, if I let this sh*t slide, we

got what they call a slippery slope.

You know what

a slippery slope is, nigga?

No. I don't- I don't

know what a slippery-

Anyone?

Do it got anything

to do with skiing?

Nigga, sit your ass down, man.

I know using your brain

is a challenge and sh*t.

You use skis on a slope

- You might f*** around, give yourself a concussion.

It's a small event that leads to

a chain reaction of events...

with unintended consequences...

that were unforeseen at the time

of the inciting event.

See, this is a smart little

nigga right in here, bro.

You probably got one of them

"photogetic" brains or some sh*t, huh?

You mean photographic memory?

- Nigga, what I just say?

- I mean, yeah, y-you said it.

I'm reiterating that-

I'm still a little shaky

on the concept.

Basically, if I let

this nigga slide, man,

then I'm going to have

the next nigga coming along,

thinking they can pop off and

sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?

And so on and so forth.

Damn!

- Oh, sh*t.

- Hey, little nigga, you coming in?

Yo, it's cool.

You coming in, Malcolm?

Nigga, come on.

Yeah.

Nigga, school's out. What the

f*** you doing with a bag on?

Hey, throw this behind the bar

for my little homey.

Yo, let me get a round of shots. Cheers.

Hi.

So, are you gonna ask me

to dance or what?

I think you said

something about me...

being man enough

to come talk to you.

Can I have this dance, Nakia?

It's my birthday, you know.

Hey, uh-

We were dancing, man.

Kids say the darndest things, don't they?

See, this is what happens when

you don't spank your children.

Anyways

- Why do you have to talk to him like that?

- You look nice tonight.

- Dom.

Boom!

Damn, nigga, that was ill.

This nigga doesn't know what

hit him. Check this nigga out.

He's walking his jihad dog

and sh*t, scratching his nuts.

Yahtzee, nigga.

Ooh, this sh*t crazy.

Yo, man, straight up, I really used

to think Obama was a b*tch, man.

Drones though, nigga?

That's some gangsta sh*t. I

need one of those motherfuckers.

This sh*t ain't funny.

It's f***ed up

if you really think about it.

How, nigga? He killing all

them Al-Qaedas and sh*t.

Nigga, that ain't all

that gets killed.

And that nigga's saying he

can drone-strike Americans too.

They killed an American working

with them niggas in Yemen.

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