Narc Page #5

All right, okay, Hoss, let's

just holster that up, okay?

I ain't never seen no sh*t like that,

black and blue.

I can't wear no drawers.

This sh*t hurts so bad,

I go take a piss...

piss don't even want to come out.

She f***ing set fire

to my dick, I'll burn her head down.

Yeah, uh...

Great.

You want to talk to us

about a Michael Calvess?

Who?

Michael Calvess.

You used to snitch

for a Michael Calvess.

His street name was Jimmy Fredricks.

What can you tell us?

Jimmy Fredricks.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, him.

He dead, right?

That's right, he was killed.

Yeah, I seen it on TV, too.

Yo, could I get a quick hit?

What'd you say?

My cock

is killing me, man.

Let me get a quick hit.

A quick hit.

I'll talk to you.

What?

I'll talk to you.

It's almost impossible

you're this dumb.

You're serious.

Yeah, just a quick one.

Please, bro.

F***ing junkies.

Who got a lighter?

I used my last match on that b*tch.

Yo, man,

I know my ass is going to jail.

I ain't got no paper

to post bail on.

I'm f***ed.

I'm f***ed.

What it gonna matter

I hit this real quick?

It ain't gonna half time

or no sh*t like that, right?

I hit this,

and I'll talk to you guys.

Come on, yo, my nerves.

They're all, like,

jingle-jangly. Oh, f***!

You going to tell us everything?

Yeah.

You sure?

Oh, yeah.

Don't f*** with us.

This sh*t is f***ing heaven, dawg.

All right, enough.

We took care of you, now talk to us

about Calvess and knock that sh*t off,

or else I'm going

to turn a hose on you.

No, it hurts, man.

Stop picking at it, then!

Now, Calvess.

Go!

Talk to me!

I seen him over on Bell Isle

a few months back.

He beefing with my boy, Leo Lee.

You know Leo Lee?

Yeah, you know him and sh*t?

Yeah. Leonard Leflore.

He's just a punk narc.

We used to run raids

on his ass every other day.

So what were they arguing about?

Some sh*t, man.

Lee pinched on a buy.

That dude, Calvess,

he got a bad temper, yo.

He beat up on...

Listen to me, nobody gives

a sh*t what you think you saw.

Just tell us what happened.

Yo, I'm telling you, man, I saw him

spit on him.

I saw him walk away, told him,

"nigga" this, "nigga" that.

Who-who,

Calvess?

Yeah, man.

Don't be f***ing with me.

I'm not f***ing with you.

This sh*t ain't talking

too loud, is it?

Yo, I swear that I saw it, man.

They, like, scrapping and sh*t.

They, like, argue,

okay?

Let go of me!

So... you gonna use that, man?

F***ing a**hole! Look what

you f***ing did to me!

That's right, b*tch.

I'll burn you.

Look at my f***ing hair!

I'll burn you up with that sh*t!

F*** you!

F*** you!

I hate you!

Crotch rot, p*ssy stank!

F*** you!

Puta sucia de la vagallado!

I-I-I love you, baby! F***!

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