End Of Watch Page #4

What you packing, baby?

I'm packing a motherfucking 30-round

clip for these slob-ass niggas.

This is it right here, man.

Slow down,

this is the street, La.

This is it.

This is it. All right.

Wicked, you're gonna jump and

get the party started, got it?

I got you, baby.

Listen to the homie.

All right, put your

f***ing face on, let's go!

Get

your sh*t ready.

Put that f***ing sh*t away!

Make sure your f***ing

sh*t is good to go.

What the f*** do I

gotta f***ing tell you?

I don't want to f***ing

have to baby you, man!

Get ready, homies.

Get ready.

Get your face on!

All right. F***.

- You guys ready?

- Ready.

All right.

But on some real sh*t, dawg, I'm

gonna have to holler at you, B.

Niggas keep on talking about

how you got your ass whooped

by a motherfucking

little punk-ass wonton.

Nah, Blood,

these niggas is hating.

Let me tell you something. Me

and the cop got down, right?

Motherf***er took off his

badge, dropped his gun.

I mean, he kept it gangster.

We straight-up squabbled.

Head up.

But they still took you

to the county though, huh?

Yeah, but for

disorderly conduct.

Not for squabbling with

the police, you feel me?

You fought a cop

and they didn't put

no "assault on

a peace officer" on you?

Listen to me, my nigga.

I'm trying to tell y'all.

They really showed me

love to keep it G.

I'm a two-time felon, right?

Y'all know that, right?

Could have struck me

out and gave me life

for fighting that cop,

you feel me?

I got right out,

it wasn't sh*t.

All right, but we heard

you got your ass beat, Blood.

You better shut

the f*** up, CK.

I'll run this f***ing fork up

in your ass, I swear to God.

Let me

tell you something,

win, lose or draw,

as long as you

squabble and get down,

that's gangster, you

understand what I'm saying?

Yup.

I mean, that Mexican cop might

be acting bull with you, Tre.

But he's still out there killing niggas.

Straight out.

No, no, no.

Listen to me, all y'all.

This whole f***ing thing is

like changing of the guard.

Back in the day, all these

neighborhoods used to be black,

and what are they now?

Mexicans.

Exactly.

There used to be chicken

stands on the corner,

now there's f***ing taco

stands on every corner.

We're in some real sh*t and

if we don't come together,

we're gonna be some extinct

niggas pretty soon.

Watch it,

watch it, watch it!

Go, go, go!

Get CK,

Blood! Get CK!

F***!

F***, yeah! We got

those putos! We got 'em!

Eat sh*t,

motherfuckers!

F***! We f***ing

lit 'em up, dawg!

Show those putos whose

neighborhood this f***er is! Sh*t.

F***ing proud of you, man.

And that's what I'm f***ing

telling you. Good.

That was f***ing good, man. That's

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