Friday Page #4
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- 1995
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Go in the house and get me
something to roll this up with.
Bring a radio, too.
Sh*t.
lts hot as hell.
You a hype.
-What?
-You a hype.
Aint nothin wrong
with smokin weed.
Weed is from the earth.
God put this here
for me and you.
Take advantage.
Put that up.
Here come the pastor.
For what?
How you doing, Brother Craig?
lm all right.
l see. By chance,
Neither is Brother Jones.
They both at work.
Where your ass need to be,
n*gger.
Excuse me, Brother.
What we call drugs
at 7 4th Street Baptist Church...
we call a sinny-sin-sin.
Well, around here,
between Normandie and Western...
we call this here
a little twenty-twen-twen...
n*gger.
Give me a little
for my cataracts.
You didnt put in on this.
lts better to give
than receive.
Look. She bendin over.
Lord have mercy.
The Lord is my shepherd.
He know what l want.
Excuse me.
Mrs. Parker?
Told you.
The weed be lettin you know...
evil lurks.
Hector almost hit his nasty ass.
Whats up?
F*** you.
Why you dont like Hector?
Remember l was smoking weed
with that fool one day?
You decided to smoke
with the big boys, eh?
You aint showin me
nothin new, ese.
Shut up and take a hit.
Smoke Dog, baby.
Remember that sh*t.
Take it easy, holmes.
l know what lm doing.
Shut the f*** up.
Yo, homestead.
Take it easy, ese.
Whats this?
lts angel dust.
l hit it real hard, right?
As soon as he said that,
l started feeling funny as hell.
Next thing l know, l was running
down the street in my drawers.
Get off me!
Goddamn motherfuckers!
Get off me.
lm in Deebos coop
sweating like a slave.
The only person who could
get me out was my mom.
l aint been right ever since.
Thats why l been,
"F*** Hector."
l remember that.
Peep.
Damn.
Got a little prayer...
Listen.
Thats Lil Chris.
Lets go get his ass.
Quit playing!
Dont let me catch you!
Stop, man! Quit playing!
next week.
Yall some busters.
Yall cant see me.
You slow.
You run like a girl.
F*** you.
Sh*t.
Here come Deebo.
Give me your stuff.
Sh*t.
Known for jackin a n*gger.
Thats all he do.
Whats up?
Nothing.
What you got on my drink?
Nothing.
Dont lie.
Got nothing.
What you got?
lm broke as a joke.
Yall some high rollers,
and yall broke.
Whats up, Stanley?
F*** you, then, punk!
l was telling Craig,
Stanley been acting funny.
Stanley left his window open.
Lets go in.
lm on probation.
l cant be...
Stop being a b*tch and come on!
lf somebody comes, whistle.
l aint tryin to get involved.
You dont get involved,
lll knock yo ass out, too.
Make a choice.
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