Urban Justice Page #3

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Hey, all right, look.

l'll get you some knowledge, all right?

-Shot my f***ing ear off.

-Who killed my son?

-lt wasn't who you think it is, all right?

-lt ain't who l think? What's that mean?

-Nigga, it wasn't us.

-Sh*t. You motherf***er...

...l'm gonna get your ass.

B*tch, you're dead, b*tch.

l got nothing but time for you.

Don't forget that.

You shot my f***ing ear.

Oh, f***.

l'm gonna get your f***ing ass.

Oh, sh*t.

Benny, what's your problem?

Armand, why are we playing

these games?

Well, Benny, l like games.

l've got a game we can play.

lt's got one question:

Why are you a snitch?

-No, l'm not a snitch.

-That ain't what l heard.

You should be working for CNN

the way you put my business out.

Armand, look at what l gave you.

There's a major deal

going down...

...and l risked my life to bring you

this information because l respect you.

Because l wanna do business

with you.

l wanna do business

with you too, Benny.

-Let me cut this cheque for you.

-Thank you.

You should know

nigga's cheque's gonna bounce.

What the f*** are you doing?

Oh, my bad.

l didn't like the way he smelled.

All right, look.

l've got most of the information

on the deal he was brokering.

-l'll keep you informed.

-Oh, the f*** you will.

You let me know when and where,

me and my boys will be there.

Like l said,

l will keep you informed.

What the hell

happened to you two?

Man, some big-ass white boy

jumped us.

A white boy.

-What?

-Nigga, are you deaf?

Yeah, man. That nigga is.

Look, some big-ass white boy...

...as in Paul Bunyan motherf***er,

came out of nowhere up in the spot...

...did some kung fu sh*t

on my little homey and me...

...grabbed that nigga's gun

and shot his ear.

-Nigga, please.

-What?

Hey, take it easy, all right?

Just put the gun down. Relax.

Where's Maurice and Anthony?

Man, them niggas gone, man.

He smoked both them fools.

-One dude?

-Yeah.

One dude smoked

two of my motherfuckers?

What are y'all, b*tches?

Do l have to buy y'all dresses?

You niggas want miniskirts, tutus?

Dip your motherfucking ass in olive oil

and put you in roller skates, b*tch?

Dude said his name

was like Ballister...

-...or Bollister or some sh*t--

-Ballister did this to you?

Yeah, that's that nigga, right.

Yeah, Ballister.

F***. The guy

l was telling you about.

You knew this motherf***er

was gonna do sh*t like this?

l got a lot of money

on this deal, partner.

Ain't got time for this bullshit.

-Clean that motherf***er up.

-Come on, man.

Yeah, l can see

what you're thinking, Benny.

You had deceit on your mind.

Think you're gonna take

a brother down?

Remember Scarface,

motherf***er?

'' Look at you now.

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