First Time Felon

Give it back!

Basic cable, no telephone.

One hour, three hours, full day, overnight.

Three hours.

l don't want no drugs, no guns,

no trouble in here.

People live here, it's their home.

There are children in here.

You understand?

Look here.

See that there cane and that there cross?

That stands for ''Vice Lord.''

l was born Vice Lord.

My daddy was a five-star.

Oh man, that's nice.

See, my baby is a big dog.

Go on home! Go the f*ck home, Tanisha!

Hey, Pookie!

Hey, what'd l tell you? Come here.

Ta-dow.

Ta-dow.

-Give her one of these.

-Don't trip.

-She ain't paid for them last three.

-We go way back with her.

This is the last one

we give your ass for free.

Take that shit and go home, Tanisha.

Get the f*ck out of here.

Sweetie, l gotta go.

All right, come here.

-l'll see you later.

-All right, baby.

l wanna get one of those.

Damn, l can't get down with that?

Greg! Pookie!

What's up, what's up?

What's up, man?

Yo, yo, check this out, man.

l don't like the way things looking.

We need to shut this down. Five-O.

-We ain't made shit.

-Shut it down, man.

-Why you tripping?

-Cops all over the place.

Freeze!

Slow, slow!

Turn around!

Listen up!

l said, ''Listen up!'' Quiet!

You have drugs,

put them in this garbage can!

We find them later,

you gonna wish you had!

Now, what the f*ck is you looking at?

l ain't motherf*ckin' Picasso, goddammit!

l ain't a f*cking painting on the wall!

Who you talking to,

you little midget bastard!

Ain't nobody

in your motherf*cking business.

You bitch!

What, bitch?

Stuttering motherf*cker!

He ain't mean nothing by it.

He just f*cking with you.

You ain't sound right.

No, l meant that shit, motherf*cker.

We'll take care of this later, punk.

-Name?

-Edward Buber.

Want protective custody?

Up to you, but they don't pay me enough

to go in there, not by myself.

Division Six.

-Name?

-Tyrone Sims.

Division Six.

-Name?

-Peter Jackson.

Division Five.

-Name?

-Greg Yance.

-Division Six.

-Hell no, Officer, we's together.

That's my clique.

No changes, move it!

What you want? Money?

Get this idiot out of here.

Name?

A motherf*cking white boy!

l'm gonna take all your goddamn shit!

-What's up, folks?

-What's up? Yeah, yeah.

What's up, boss?

Roll up in there.

What up, folks?

What up?

This motherf*cker's a hook!

l seen him and his fag-ass crew earlier!

Look at his motherf*ckin' tattoo!

Fool ain't Disciple!

-This here Vice Lord.

-Ta-dow, people.

Four-star Vice Lord.

This Disciple house, fool.

-l guess l'm in the wrong room.

-You got that right.

False flagger.

l'm gonna show you

how we handle that little action.

Bada-bing.

Jump that false flagger down here to me.

Get on your knees, motherf*cker!

This ass...

...he tried to go over to the Vice Lords.

But we got the bitch back.

Been breaking him off a little

something-something for two days now.

l ain't no false flagger.

l'm Vice Lord for life.

Shit.

Hear somebody call out ''boss'', thought

the n*gger knew me from the street.

-They call me ''Boss Dog''.

-l didn't know they called Disciples ''boss''.

-This shit is just a confusion, it's a mix-up.

-Let me handle this here.

Stand up.

Step the f*ck up outta here.

Raise out!

Give me my shirt back!

What's up, partner?

What's up, partner? You Vice Lord?

Ta-dow.

You in the right room now

and you gonna need this here.

They tell me they had you

over in the Disciples' room.

You see one of our soldiers over there?

Yeah.

He still alive?

lf you wanna call it that.

You know they got us outnumbered.

lt's about 75 of them,

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