Menace II Society Page #3

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Sh*t, that's Caine|and Harold, man.

I know|that ain't my n*ggers, man.

Hurry up!

Hey, man, you all right?

We got to get him to a doctor.

What about him?

We got to do that sh*t|another time.

Let's go.

We can't leave him here.

It's not right.

Hey, Sharif,|that motherf***er's dead.

He's dead, man!|F*** that. Let's go.

Stacy,|help me get him in the car.

Stacy...Hey, wait!

Help me get him in the car!

Sharif, come on, man!

lt ain't right, OK?

F***, you stay with him, then.

I'm staying.

He's bleeding to death.

Where the doctor?

Where the doctor at?

Yo, give us|a motherfuckin' doctor.

He's bleeding to death|over there!

Just stick your ass|back there...

Get a f***in' doctor|right now!

We need a doctor!

A week out of high school...

and I got blasted|in the shoulder.

and watching|old gangster movies.

I got to see|some identification.

How about my army discharge?

I've got it here.

What you doing here?

No. I just thought...

I told them they didn't have to.

I told them|I would come get you...

and they could stay home|and relax.

Somebody must want me to die.

You trying to say I can't drive?

Yo, Rashid!

Rashid, hold up!

Have you seen my wife?

Merry Christmas, Daddy!

Merry Christmas, Daddy!

Kids! Pete!

Kids! Janie! Janie! Tommy!

Where's your mother?

Daddy!

Fine.|Not a smidge of temperature.

Not a smidge of temp...|Hallelujah.

George!

Mary! Mary!

George, darling!

What's up, O?

What's going on, big boy?

Just chillin', man.

I'll be in front...

Kaydee, Kevin. Come on inside.

What's up with that, man?

Hey, y'all.

I guess|I better let you all talk.

Boys, the Lord|didn't put you here...

It's right there in the Bible.

Exodus 20:
13...|"Thou shall not kill."

Oh, I doubt that.

or he wouldn't have put us here.

It's messed up around here.

You don't have any belief, boy.

Do you care|whether you live or die?

I don't know.

Come on, man, let's bail.

Sorry about that, man.

with that Bible and sh*t.

He be|in church every Sunday?

Faithfully.

That's what I'm saying.

It's f***ed up,|but it ain't no thing.

That ain't what|you was hollerin'...

on the way to the hospital.

You was soundin'|like a little b*tch.

F*** you, man.|That sh*t did hurt.

You fools swear y'all|so damn hard.

Sh*t, n*gger, that wasn't me.

Tryin' to act|all carin' and sensitive.

Yeah, that was you.

F*** y'all. I almost died.

I was gonna|tell you something...

before we went up|in the house.

What's up?

Oh, n*gger, guess what.

who jacked you and Harold.

I know|where they be kickin' it at.

Down with the 187?

Let's do this.

Do this for Harold, man.

You gettin' down, n*gger.

Hey, check this out.

Boom, y'all!

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