Subrip By Crying Freeman Fixed By Pacman
l know you donīt smoke weed.
l know this...
but līm gonna get you high today...
īcause itīs Friday, you ainīt got no job...
and you ainīt got shit to do.
Give me the two-piece special, lots of hot sauce...
and all the fries you can give me.
Thank you.
For most people...
Friday is just the day before the weekend.
But after this Friday...
the neighborhood will never be the same.
Shit.
Whatīs up?
Good morning.
Are you prepared for Jehovahīs return?
Because if youīre not, l have a pamphlet here that--
Fuck you.
Half-dead motherfucker.
Come on, sister.
l gotcha.
Gotcha milk.
Thatīs right.
Damn.
Ainīt nothinī in this house.
Every time l come in the kitchen...
you in the kitchen...
in the goddamned refrigerator, eating all the food--
all the chicken, all the pig feet...
all the collard green, all the hog maws.
l wanna eat some chitīlins. l love pig feet.
When l went to bed last night...
didnīt l tell you to take out the trash?
Why didnīt you?
l fell asleep.
l wish you was sleeping now.
līd knock you upside your head...
make your ass wake up and take out the trash!
What are you doing?
Throwing this away. We ainīt got milk.
Put some water on that.
All right. līll eat it.
Take the garbage out, son!
Dizam.
Whatīs wrong with him?
Hurry up! l got more work for you!
Whatīs up, Craig?
Donīt "whatīs up" me.
l need to whoop your ass for knocking over these cans.
Donīt knock these over.
Nobody gonna knock over your stupid trash cans.
You better not. Get your ass to school.
-Shut up, punk! -What?
līm gonna knock over your trash cans anyway.
Better run...little bastard.
-Hey, Mama. -Hi, baby.
-How you doing? -Fine.
What you cooking?
līm making eggs, bacon, sausage...
pancakes, and leftover pork chops.
Cook it up.
Mama, you got some glue?
For what?
My track slipped out.
Look in my dresser.
You need a wig.
You need a job.
You didnīt tell Daddy what happened yesterday, did you?
You know l wouldnīt tell on my baby.
Cool!
Come in here!
Where you at?
ln the bathroom !
līll wait till you come out.
Get in here. Youīll wait?
l smelled your shit for 22 years.
You canīt smell mine for five minutes?
Shut the door.
Your mama told me what happened to you yesterday.
What?
That was stupid.
How the hell you get fired on your day off?
l donīt know.
You need a trade.
Take a look at that paper on the counter.
l ainīt trying to be no dog catcher.
Why not?
l donīt like dogs.
Thatīs the beauty of it!
l grab a dog...
choke him, kick the shit out of him...
and all day, my foot up a dogīs ass!
Just bang up his ass!
Thatīs my pleasure!
l donīt think so.
l tell you one thing...
around here, you gonna work or go to school.
The first of the month, the rent is due.
lf you got nothinī on the table...
you ainīt got to worry about catching a dog.
You gotta worry about a dog catching your ass!
-Telephone! -Damn.
Whoīd you go to the show with last night?
l didnīt go to the show.
You ainīt got to lie.
Ainīt nobody lyinī.
-l didnīt go to the show. -You did.
My sister-in-lawīs baby cousin Traci...
she told me she went to the show...
and she saw you all hugged up with some tramp.
Tell me who she was.
Your sister-in-lawīs baby cousin Traci is a goddamn--
She a liar.
She ainīt seen me hugged up with nobody.
Let me tell you what.
You just tell the bitch when l catch her...
līm gonna beat her ass!
That girl gone.
l donīt know why you messing with that fast-assed girl.
That other girl--Debbie. Sheīs cute!
Sheīs in school, has all her teeth.
l donīt know what her sisterīs doing.
līm trying to get with her, but Dana wonīt hook me up.
l told you to hook yourself up.
You need to hook up with clippers for that neck.
Donīt talk with all the horses missing their hair around here.
ltīs too early!
You know what your problem is?
You have no game.
What you know about game?
l got all the game.
Your father, he got game.
Nobody go in the bathroom for about 35, 45 minutes.
Somebody open the window.
You call that game?
My ride.
-Bye, Mama. -Bye-bye, honey.
-l got to go, too. -Bye, Daddy.
Bye-bye, baby.
You listen to me.
l want you to get your ass up today...
go out and look for a job.
The word for today is "job."
J-o-b.
You hear me?
Go look for a job today.
līm not kidding.
Open all the windows. lt stinks.
Where mine at?
l didnīt say l was cooking nothinī for you.
Have some cereal.
We ainīt got milk.
Use water. lt wonīt hurt.
Aw, man.
Nothing.
Break yourself, fool!
Look what you did to my curtain.
You better watch before you get blasted.
With what? You ainīt got nothinī.
With this.
-Where you get that? -Your mama.
-Fuck you. -Fuck you.
Come on outside and stop playing.
Gotta get dressed.
-Hurry up. -Donīt tell me to hurry up.
Damn.
Whatīs up, Big Worm?
How much you got left?
A lot.
You still ainīt sold that weed, Smokey?
līm trying to.
Niggers are broke these days.
l donīt think youīre applying yourself.
You smoking my shit?
Fuck with your shit? Hell, no.
You smoking my shit?
Why would l do that?
l donīt wanna have to fuck you up.
Playing with my money is like playing with my emotions.
You the last brother money līd mess with.
līll steal from my mama before l mess with your shit.
You know this!
Weīll see.
Florida Evans-lookinī motherfucker.
Whatīs up?
How come you ainīt at work?
Got fired yesterday.
For real?
l thought you had the day off yesterday.
l did.
l went in to pick up my check, came home...
supervisor called me about 4:00...
talking about they got me on videotape stealing boxes.
What the fuck you doing stealing boxes for?
You trying to build a clubhouse?
l know you ainīt go out like that.
Hell, no. Ainīt got me on tape.
She said they did, fired me on the spot.
Talking about pressing charges.
Goddamn!
You got to be stupid to get fired on your day off.
Pops talking about kicking you out again?
Goddamn!
Look!
Hi, you guys.
Man.
Her mama got ass, too.
Just give me three and a half minutes, maybe even four.
Sheīll be wanting to marry a nigger.
Who? Her mama?
Older the berry, the sweeter the juice.
ltīs the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.
She blacker than a motherfucker, too.
l ainīt fucking with you.
She wanted to give me the ass one time. l had to go to work.
Wonder where she going?
She probably going to that new health club on 108th.
They opened that already?
l heard they hiring, too.
You need to go there with your out-of-work ass.
Hold up. My momīs in there.
She about to go to work, though.
l know you donīt smoke weed.
l know this...
but līm gonna get you high today...
īcause itīs Friday, you ainīt got no job...
and you ainīt got shit to do.
Anyway, what you doing up so early?
l tried to catch you before you went to work...
let you know what happened to Red ass.
Whatīs up?
You know Deebo had his bike for three weeks, right?
Right.
So Deebo...
l won. Gimme my money.
-You what? -l lost.
Roll the dice.
Deebo.
Hold my money.
Watch him.
Can l talk to you?
Shit.
Popīs tripping.
He want me to ask for my bike back.
You know l wouldnīt trip.
What bike?
Beach Cruiser-- the one l let you use...
the one l been asking about.
Oh, that bike.
l didnīt know you wanted it.
ltīs right here. Follow me, holmes.
ltīs like itīs both of ours. We just keep it at my house.
Shit!
Thatīs my bike, punk!
You got knocked the fuck out!
You want some of this, too, old man?
Get in this car.
l donīt know why you come here messing with these people.
Hurry up!
They got in the car and boned out!
You lying.
l swear to God. We was rollinī.
Damn.
Tell that little girl to stop playing on my phone.
What little girl?
Joi. She keeps calling and hanging up.
ltīs her īcause l star-69ed her, and she hung up again.
l donīt like her disrespecting my house.
You tell her l said to stop it, all right?
Hi, Mrs. Jones.
Hi, Smokey.
What time your mama leavinī?
ln a little while. Why?
īCause l wanna smoke this joint.
Letīs go to my house real quick.
Canīt do shit here.
Damn. Lil Chris got you, too?
Got me, too, little bitch ass nigger.
lf l catch him, līll beat him like his dad.
Excuse me.
Could stay off my grass, please?
Thank you.
Stanley be actinī like an old bitch sometimes.
l know.
Nothing but dirt anyway.
Remember this?
Hey, man!
Shut up.
Damn.
Mama!
Damn! What you doinī knockinī like you the police?
līm on the phone!
l left my key.
Always talkinī shit. Just open the goddamn door.
Stop slamming my goddamn door.
Sorry, Joann.
Letīs go. l know you donīt wanna hear that shit.
l did!
Get your ass up and cook or clean up or something!
Talkinī shit.
Damn.
All you do is smoke weed.
Thatīs all right.
Donīt worry about what the fuck l be doinī.
What līm tripping on is how you gonna sell bud...
and you smoking it.
l donīt know.
Thatīs my only problem.
Worm gonna end up fucking you up.
Big Worm ainīt gonna do a thing!
All right.
Look, he need me.
Red told me he smoked a fool for 50 bucks.
l donīt give a fuck.
l need you to go to the store and get me cigarettes.
Give me the money.
Wait a minute. Whatīs this?
This ainīt enough.
Make it enough.
Let me wash your car for §2.00.
All you gonna do is smoke it up.
l donīt smoke no more.
Buy me a 40-ounce for my birthday.
-Today your birthday? -Whatīs today?
Come on.
-All right. -Shut up.
līm shot.
Get your ass off me.
l need some papers... and humps.
Get these for me.
Ainīt got no money.
You owe me §2.00.
Oh, my God! līm hurt!
līm suing yīall!
līm hurt! My neck!
My back! My neck and my back!
l want 150, 000.
We can settle out of court now for 20 bucks.
Get your punk ass up. lt ainīt even wet here.
Give me §10, and l wonīt say nothinī.
Get out.
Two fifty and a jawbreaker? A dollar and envelopes?
What you doing?
You can get money for falling in a store.
You need to stay off crack.
Get out.
You wrong.
Brother, stay black.
Shut up.
-Thanks. -Thanks, my ass.
You better come by my house and wash my car.
līm serious.
Goddamn.
Stop your shit. Stop the mother.
Dizam !
Fuckinī bucket.
Watch my car. Make sure nobody mess with it.
Damn!
Mrs. Parker finer than a motherfucker.
līd knock the dust off that pussy.
Hi, Mrs. Parker.
Hi, boys.
When you gonna let me fuck?
What did you say, honey?
Nothing.
Mrs. Parker just donīt know.
Needs some young meat.
Mr. Parker ainīt hittinī that right.
She know what she doinī with them little-ass shorts.
She know we lookinī.
līm on my way to work.
Make sure if you leave, you lock up.
And answer the phone.
The cable people are supposed to call.
Look at her.
She ought to be ashamed, coming out looking like that.
Hey, girl!
How you doing?
Fine. līm on my way to work.
Call me when you get home.
Go in the house and get me something to roll this up with.
Bring a radio, too.
Shit.
ltīs hot as hell.
You a hype.
-What? -You a hype.
Ainīt nothinī wrong with smokinī 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? He probably smoke bud, too.
How you doing, Brother Craig?
līm all right.
l see. By chance, is Sister Jones in?
Neither is Brother Jones. They both at work.
Where your ass need to be, nigger.
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...
nigger.
Give me a little for my cataracts.
You didnīt put in on this.
ltīs better to give than receive.
Look. She bendinī over.
Lord have mercy.
The Lord is my shepherd. He know what l want.
Excuse me.
Mrs. Parker?
Told you.
The weed be lettinī you know... evil lurks.
Hector almost hit his nasty ass.
Whatīs up?
Fuck you.
Why you donīt like Hector?
Remember l was smoking weed with that fool one day?
You decided to smoke with the big boys, eh?
You ainīt showinī me nothinī new, ese.
Shut up and take a hit.
Smoke Dog, baby. Remember that shit.
Been smoking since l was two.
Take it easy, holmes.
l know what līm doing.
Shut the fuck up.
Yo, homestead. Take it easy, ese.
Whatīs this?
ltīs 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.
līm in Deeboīs coop sweating like a slave.
The only person who could get me out was my mom.
l ainīt been right ever since.
Thatīs why l been, "Fuck Hector."
l remember that.
Peep.
Damn.
Got a little prayer...
Listen.
Thatīs Lil Chris. Letīs go get his ass.
Quit playing!
Donīt let me catch you!
Stop, man! Quit playing!
līm gonna knock them over next week.
Yīall some busters. Yīall canīt see me.
You slow.
You run like a girl.
Fuck you.
Shit.
Here come Deebo. Give me your stuff.
Shit.
Known for jackinī a nigger. Thatīs all he do.
Whatīs up?
Nothing.
What you got on my drink?
Nothing.
Donīt lie.
Got nothing.
What you got?
līm broke as a joke.
Yīall some high rollers, and yīall broke.
Whatīs up, Stanley?
Fuck you, then, punk!
l was telling Craig, Stanley been acting funny.
Stanley left his window open.
Letīs go in.
līm on probation. l canīt be...
Stop being a bitch and come on!
lf somebody comes, whistle.
l ainīt tryinī to get involved.
You donīt get involved, līll knock yoī ass out, too.
Make a choice.
Hurry up.
You bitch.
For some reason, l donīt think Smokey wanted to go in there...
but peer pressureīs a motherfucker.
Come on, nigger.
Always caught in the middle of something.
Get your big ass on in the window.
Hurry up.
Shit.
ltīs on now.
Damn.
Hurry up!
Come on. Bring your ass out.
Get off my ass!
Hurry up!
Get off my ass. l ainīt with that funny shit.
Come on! Goddamn!
Wait till l get you!
līm gonna beat yoī ass!
Baby, we was just prayinī.
līm gonna get you!
You!
līll kill him !
līm gonna kill him !
We was just prayinī.
Fuck you!
Goddamn devil!
lt wasnīt even that good, baby.
līm gonna kill you. l know.
Damn!
Come on.
Get your feet down.
Come on. Move.
What took yīall so long?
This foolīs scary, man. He didnīt even--
Look, fellas. l asked you nicely.
Now līm getting very irritated.
For the last time, stay off my frigging grass! Please!
All right. Sorry.
Thank you.
His scary ass didnīt want to touch nothinī.
We spent the whole time arguing.
Yīall didnīt get nothinī?
We got about §200.
l got about §200.
One day, somebody gonna kick his ass.
l been gettinī high all week.
Take a puff. Take a hit.
Watch out.
Ainīt like you got shit to do tomorrow.
You donīt have to go to work.
Take a hit.
l drink.
ltīll stimulate your mind.
You ainīt got shit to do.
All right.
Put it in your mouth.
Shut up.
Thatīs the shit, ainīt it?
Wet the motherfucker all up.
ltīs my shit.
l can do whatever l wanna do.
Stop hitting it so hard.
Hold up. You fuckinī up the rotation.
Puff, puff, give.
You fuckinī up the rotation.
You can get killed with somebody else.
Thatīs some serious shit.
You lucky you my boy.
Shit.
Take your time.
Gotta crawl before you walk.
You high yet?
Craig fucked up.
You said this was lndo.
Smell like outdo.
Wait a minute.
l ainīt gonna supply you...
you gonna be talkinī about my shit.
Here come Felisha.
Shit.
Old begging ass.
l know.
Whatīs up?
Nothing.
What yīall smokinī?
Nothing. What you want?
l need to borrow your car right quick.
What kind of shit is that?
Most people wanna borrow sugar or even ketchup.
You want to borrow my car?
Hell, no! Get the hell on.
-Let me borrow a joint. -You need to borrow a job.
Always trying to smoke up somebodyīs shit. Get on.
līm gonna remember that.
Remember it. Write it down. l donīt give a fuck!
Bye, Felisha.
Yīall stingy.
Sheīs a goddamn pest.
The bud is kicking in.
Donīt start trippinī.
Smoke.
l ainīt trippinī.
Hold up.
l can hear my heart beating.
Thatīs what itīs supposed to do.
My shit is beating too fast.
ltīs the chronic. Donīt worry about it.
Listen!
You donīt hear it?
l knew l shouldnīt have gave him no chronic.
You hear my phone ring?
Man, hell, no! Sit down.
līm on house arrest. l ainīt supposed to be here.
Get a nigger locked up. Come on!
Come in. līm thirsty.
You be trippinī. Come on.
Shut up.
Sit yoī skinny ass down.
You want some Kool-aid?
You know l want some Kool-aid.
You smokinī my weed, too?
līm gonna kill you and Smokey...
īcause you playinī with my emotions.
You heard? Hey!
What?
We ainīt got no sugar.
You ainīt got no sugar?
Damn!
Yīall ainīt never got two things that match!
Yīall got Kool-aid, no sugar, peanut butter, no jelly...
ham, no burger. Damn.
Youīre a funny lookinī motherfucker.
What up? l donīt do that gay shit now.
You want me to get the sugar from my house?
Shit.
Motherfuckinī cops.
They know līm over here.
Shit.
ls it cops?
Whatīs up? Come in.
ls Dana here?
She ainīt came home from school. You ainīt seen her?
-Debbie. -What?
Come here. Sit down.
-Hi. -Whatīs up?
Out of my way.
l thought you had a friend for me.
-l do. -Howīs she look?
Sheīs nice.
She got a big booty?
l am not trying to look at that girlīs booty.
You know you looked at her booty before.
Just call her, all right?
-She at home? -She should be.
Cheap-ass phone.
Why donīt you come here and sit down--right here.
You way over there.
There.
This is Smokey, Debbieīs homeboy.
She said you wanted to hook up.
Whatīs up?
Are you high?
-Are you high? -Why you say that?
You look like you been smoking.
For real?
No, līm cool.
Do l still look high?
Describe yourself.
līm about 5ī2". Light skin. Long hair. līm big.
People say l look like Janet Jackson.
For real? No shit? Janet Jackson?
Boy.
You know your sister came by here today begginī.
Felisha?
She is a trip. l know.
Why donīt you come over here to my homieīs house?
All right. You live on Debbieīs street?
You know Dana, right?
The other day, l had to stop Deebo from beatinī her ass.
What?
When he gets high and drunk, he starts trippinī.
One time he grabbed me.
Grabbed me like this.
For real? Was it like this?
Or was it like this?
l think it was the first one.
You sure?
What the fuck?
līm trippinī.
Whatīs wrong?
Am l trippinī?
l got to go in here, in the bathroom real quick.
Control...
-All right. -Bye.
Gotta get her on the move.
Ainīt gettinī high no more. Shit.
Whatīs up? Did you guys hook up?
ltīs cool.
līm about to go home.
You know my homie wanna hook up with you.
-Who? -Craig.
Craig already has a woman.
But he donīt like her.
līll see you later.
Why you tellinī her l wanna hook up?
She donīt be believing me.
līm high.
What about you and that chick in there?
Man. She said she look like Janet Jackson.
You lucky.
You know this.
Man.
Hey, Dad.
What happened to you?
Got bit in the ass by a stinkinī ass filthy dog.
You shouldīve seen it. Biggest dog līve ever seen.
l said, īPlease donīt bite me!"
l turn around to jump over the fence.
The dog grabbed my ass!
Told you.
You didnīt tell me shit!
Get on the front porch with all that noise.
Was it like--
How your ass feel?
Get out! Donīt slam the door!
All right, man.
You kids quit slamminī my door!
Damn.
Stop!
Wait!
lce cream !
Shit.
-Wait! -lce cream !
What you gonna do?
Hi.
Damn.
-What you want? -What you got?
What the fuck you want?
Gimme some chili fritos.
Come here.
Step aside.
Whatīs up, Big Perm?
l mean, Big Worm.
-You sell that bud? -l sold some.
Give me the rest. Somebody want a couple 20īs around Compton.
l was bullshittinī ya.
You know l sold that shit.
Then count out my money.
Hurry up!
Donīt you see we havinī grown folks business?
Damn. Now shut the hell up.
Twenty...
forty, sixty, eighty...
hundred, hundred-twenty, hundred-forty...
Thatīs §100.
Stop playinī with me.
You know what happened?
You gonna laugh your ass off.
You know Craig? Craig got fired yesterday.
What the fuck that gotta do with me?
Let me explain.
We was talkinī over all our problems.
You know how we do it.
We started getting high. We got fucked up!
līm gonna be here 10:00 on the dot.
Not 10:03. Not 10:36.
lf you ainīt got my money or bud, līm killinī you and him.
You gonna kill me?
Get the fuck out of my face.
Baby!
Can l have my chili fritos?
You canīt have shit. līm closed, fat boy.
Then give me my money back.
My money.
Mama!
l hate him.
Whatīd he say?
He just said for us to pay him at 10:00.
What you mean "us"?
That fool ainīt gonna do nothinī.
l know you didnīt tell--
What you doinī?
Damn.
Whatīs up?
Whatīd you tell him?
l told him we were smokinī, and that we were chillinī.
You were smokinī!
l smoked half a little piece of joint with you.
That fool ainīt gonna do nothinī.
Whatīd he say?
lf we donīt pay him by 10:00, he gonna bust a cap in us.
We need to pay him. He crazy! Letīs stick together.
l canīt believe you got me in the mix!
l didnīt make you smoke that joint.
Might as well.
"Come on. Stimulate your mind.
"ltīs Friday. līm gonna get you high."
Why you bringinī up old shit?
l could knock--
l left my purse in your house. Can l get it?
Come on.
Fool...where Craig at?
Fool?
He in the house.
Hell, no!
Who is that bitch?
Who was that bitch?
Who you talkinī to?
Nigger, līm talkinī to you!
Who is she?
Thatīs just Debbie from down the street.
Whatīs she doinī in there?
Just go in the house!
What you lookinī at?
Get yoī ass in the house!
Hurry up!
līm going in to straighten this girl out.
līll be right back.
līm gonna go to my crib, man. My stomach hurt.
Come back!
All right.
Shit.
Damn.
What the hell you want? Damn!
Can l use your bathroom, please?
What you gonna do, number one or number two?
Number two.
Shit. You ainīt gonna drop no stinkinī loads here.
lf anybody drops a stinkinī load, itīs gonna be me.
Fuck.
Shit.
What the hell you doing back here?
Nothinī. līm fixing something.
Stay over there.
l thought you wanted me to wash your car.
Wash it later. Stay over there!
l ainīt the smartest man in the world...
but from here it looks like you takinī a shit.
Ezal, get the hell off my back lawn!
You been eatinī corn?
Get out of my back-- Get on!
But between me and you, when youīre done...
līll clean all that shit for you for §2.00.
-What? -You better not tell nobody!
-līm not. -Keep it on the down low.
All right. līm not like that.
Weīll keep it down.
Smokey back here takinī a shit!
l ainīt gonna tell nobody else.
You need to control that funky ass temper.
l know. l be forgettinī, baby.
You got to be reminding me.
līm sorry.
My mama know thatīs you calling and hanging up.
What?
That ainīt me calling and hanging up.
You know l love your mama.
You got some money?
What? Some, huh?
How much you need?
About §200.
l guess so.
What you gonna give me?
Can l talk to you for a minute?
What?
Could l use yīallīs VCR? l want to dub a tape.
Hell, no!
ltīs The Mack!
Wait a minute! Who the fuck is that bitch?
Fuck you, motherfucker!
You think youīre slick, asking me for money!
Ask that bitch for money!
Damn.
Whatīs wrong with your ho?
Damn!
We had the money right there in my motherfucking...
We ainīt have shit.
What we gonna do?
That foolīs just playing.
l ainīt sweatinī it.
Thatīs your problem.
Ainīt nobody playinī but you.
You walk up and down the street all day playing.
He ainīt playinī!
You think he playinī about his money?
You dragged me into this.
He know where our mamas stay.
He had a gun when you seen him, right?
Name one person in the hood that play like that.
l know, huh?
Look...
līm sorry l got you in this.
līm going to tell him you had nothinī to do with it.
l smoked up his weed.
līm gonna face the consequences.
lf l get dealt with, l get dealt with.
Have you seen my sh...
Whatīs that for?
Protection.
Protection?
Protection for who?
Me and Smokey.
l got to walk Smokey to his house.
Your mother and l never wouldīve moved into this neighborhood...
if we had known youīd need a gun to walk down the street.
You know how it is around here.
Thatīs not the way it is.
Kids today are nothing but punks, sissified...
so quick to pick up a gun.
You scared to take an ass whippinī.
This is what makes you a man.
When l was growing up, this was all the protection we needed.
You win some, you lose some.
But you live to fight another day.
You think youīre a man with that gun?
līm a man without it.
Put the gun down.
Put up your dukes.
Now youīre a man.
Your uncle picked up a gun, too.
He had to find out the hard way.
Twenty-two years old.
You got a choice.
These are all you need.
All right?
Whatīs up?
Whatīs up, Red?
Get your ass up.
They was clowninī you at work today.
-So what? -l saw the tape.
We kept rewinding it. lt looked like your head...
but you canīt tell from the back.
-How your eye? -ltīs cool.
Damn!
Put your glasses back on.
Whatīs up?
Smokey, sell me a dub!
l ainīt selling you nada.
Come on, holmes. Letīs let bygones be bygones.
Raise the fuck up before Craigīs father come.
-You need to go and do that. -l ainīt selling him shit.
You better get your ass off your shoulders.
You ainīt going to get me shot up.
You better make that money. Hurry up.
Ese.
This nigger got us in some shit.
You know that shit was fucked up.
ltīs all right. You have nice legs.
Shit, here come Deebo!
-Who? -Dee-bo!
līm going to tuck mine in.
Whatīs up, yīall?
Whatīs up, Red? Thanks for the bike.
-What you got on my 40? -l thought you had §200.
l do, but l want to spend Redīs money.
līm broke.
Give it up.
Come on, stall him out.
What you got on my 40?
l donīt have nothinī.
You got something.
Why you trippinī?
Shut up, or l knock your ass out.
Why donīt you give him back his chain?
What chain?
Yeah, what chain?
-Why yīall didnīt help me? -Man, līm high.
Thatīs fucked up. l would have helped yīall.
What about when he tried to choke me in Smokeīs backyard?
That was different.
Letīs jump him.
Sit your ass down.
l got mind control over Deebo.
He be, "Shut the fuck up, " l be quiet.
But when he leaves, l be talkinī again.
My grandmama gave me that chain.
He trippinī hard.
Only on people he know.
He donīt be pullinī that shit on them fools around the corner.
Fuck that!
He going to cry in the car.
Here come Dana and her punk ass boyfriend.
What you doinī with that on your head?
Donīt even ask.
Donīt get homeboy fucked up.
Debbie came by here looking for you.
What did she say?
She just said to tell you she came by.
All right.
When we going to hook up?
Boy, please.
Alvita!
Thatīs OK! Sheīll be back.
Another Quaalude, sheīll love me in the morning.
-Ainīt that right, Frank? -Get off me.
Heīs crazy!
Shit.
Heīs going off.
Goddamn preacher!
-Daddy wants you. -Look.
What Daddy want?
l donīt know. Go see.
Tell me if anything happens.
Go see.
Whatīs up with me and you?
l was in there on the phone with Debbie...
and whatīs up with Rita?
-Rita who? -Rita thatīs coming at 7:30.
Thatīs my friend.
Anything else happen?
Look at Ezal.
Scandalous.
Damn!
ls Dana in there?
Just go on and knock.
Whatīs your name?
Shana. Excuse me.
Stop!
Donīt come over here with that attitude, girl.
Whatīs up?
Nothing. Did you pick up the hair?
Daddy wants you again.
Damn!
What he want?
Go see.
Outrun the dog! Go for the tree, Mr. Postman!
Go!
Get me a glass of water.
ltīs your ass, Mr. Postman.
l look like the Kunta Kinte around this mother...
Go!
Took long enough.
l know.
This is what weīre gonna do.
līm going to run over and give you the gun.
Then līm going home to chill. You wait for them niggers.
Later on, call me and let me know what happened.
Youīre making me nervous.
l ainīt scared of shit.
-Stop! -All right.
Damn!
What car is that?
l donīt know.
l donīt know who car that is.
What time is it?
Seven forty-five.
Nigger, thatīs Janet Jackson.
-Who? -Janet Jackson.
The girl Debbie hooked me up with.
Hold up. līll be right back.
See if she got a friend.
All right.
Whatīs up?
Not a damn thing!
We going to kick it, or what?
We can kick it...
but l forgot l had to pick up my mom from work.
You know how that is.
līll take you to get her.
She donīt like a lot of people with me when l get her.
Whoīs that girl Smokeyīs talking to?
Some girl he hooked up with.
Sheīs a big one.
Humongous.
Why donīt you go eat? l know youīre hungry.
Lord, let me go inside...
and see whatīs going on with this crazy man.
līm right behind you.
īCause l ate twice before l came.
Goddamn!
Where the iron?
Right there.
What?
Loan me §200.
Me and Smokey got into it with Big Worm today.
We owe him §200.
He said if we donīt pay him, he going to kill us.
You going to loan me the money or not?
Not.
You going to call me?
līm going to call you.
But if you come by, l wonīt call you. OK?
Donīt ever...
ever come by here. OK?
All right.
Bye, Smokey.
Damn it!
Telephone.
Who is it?
That girl.
Tell her līll call back.
OK.
What?
Loan me §200.
l wouldnīt feel comfortable lending you §200 without a job.
lf l was working, l wouldnīt need §200.
Exactly.
Yīall ainīt never got no money!
l hate to live with a bunch of broke-ass people.
Shit!
Come here!
What?
Why you hook me up with that fat-ass, bald-headed girl?
Who? Rita?
Rita is not fat. Sheīs big-boned.
Shit! That girl wider than all outside.
Talkinī about she looked like Janet Jackson.
She didnīt go there.
Bitch got out of the car looking like Freddie Jackson.
Donīt laugh. lt ainīt funny.
līm sorry. līm not trying to laugh.
l thought that you two would like each other.
You knew she was baldheaded! You knew she had no hair!
lt ainīt funny.
līm sorry.
What Deebo doing here?
Heīs in there asleep with Felisha.
Felisha fucking Deebo, too?
Could you mind your own business?
Where your mama at?
My mama is in Vegas with her boyfriend.
So yīall just parlaying up in here, huh?
Party over here.
What?
Bye-bye.
You trippinī.
līm out of here anyway.
Peace out.
Nasty motherfucker.
What are you doing here?
What the hell you doinī in here?
l seen the window open, so l said fuck it.
Get the hell out of here.
All right. Loan me §2.00.
līm clowning.
Janet Jackson ass get just a little fat.
Forget that.
-l almost had the money. -What?
Remember that money we stole from Stanley house?
Me and Deebo?
Deebo was over Felisha and Debbie house asleep.
l snuck through the back window to get the money...
and Ezal come through the window and woke him up.
l tried to beat his ass, but he ran.
You ainīt catching no crack head.
Forget that. Letīs go over.
Heīs probably still asleep. You breaking in, though.
-You going to be with me? -l got you.
Damn.
Forget that plan.
What time is it?
Eight fifty.
līm going in the house and chill.
Now youīre getting scared.
You want to go in the house and lay down?
Nobody run me in my house like no bitch.
This my hood. Fuck Worm.
Punk!
Yīall busters canīt catch me.
Papa!
Finally got him ! Do you know what we just did?
We finally got that little motherfucker!
Calm down.
What?
Who car is that creeping up?
Drive-by!
Get off my ass!
Letīs go in the house.
Slippinī.
Wish you werenīt slippinī today.
Shit!
Who was that?
Big Worm.
Somebody page Smokey?
Donīt play dumb. You know who this is.
You got my money?
You donīt have to holler. Not yet, but līm getting it--
What happened?
He just hung up.
We better stay in the house.
Damn!
-See anything? -l canīt see shit.
Too many trees in the way.
līm going to try again.
Dana told me about that Big Snake situation.
Big Worm.
Big Worm, Big Hole-- l donīt give a damn!
Get your ass out of this house!
You always got some shit goinī.
You keep your ass here.
Big Snake, Big Worm-- what kind of name is that?
l bet yīall drinking that wine and smoking them tweeds...
wearing them clothes all half-off your ass.
Whatīs going on today?
Weeds.
Your punk ass dad. He always talking shit.
Wait. Hold up.
Tell him to comb his hair.
Like spiders is having a meeting on his head.
līm about sick of you.
līm sick of you.
līll walk you home, punk ass.
You see him?
There ainīt nobody out here.
l donīt know why līm trippinī.
Nobody want to mess with the Smoke Dog.
Whoīs that?
Shit!
Quick!
You donīt know who youīre messing with!
Damn!
Hurry up!
See if theyīre coming.
Hell, no. You look.
We both look on the count of three.
One, two, three!
Thought you said on three.
You ainīt bullshittinī me?
One, two, three!
-What the fuck you-- -You see them?
They coming.
l ainīt smoking weed again.
l love you, man.
Shut up. Let me go!
Shut up before that fat ass cuts you up.
l shot one. l know l shot one.
-Hey, look again. -Fuck you.
Whatīs going on?
l donīt know. lt sounded like machine guns.
Lord.
Where Craig at?
l donīt know.
Thereīs Joann. Go ask if sheīs seen them.
Sounded like a bomb.
You seen Craig and Smokey?
l thought they were over there.
Deebo, you seen Craig and Smokey around here?
Earlier.
Damn.
What she say?
She ainīt seen him, and Deebo ainīt seen him.
See why you have to tell us before you leave?
Look at your face!
-ltīll be OK. -No! Look at your face!
Who do you think you are?
What are you talking about?
You know what līm talking about, punk.
You hit my sister like she was a man.
She had no business going through my pants.
My sister donīt need to steal nothinī from your broke ass.
Take your ass home.
līm not scared of you.
All these niggers might be scared of you, but līm not.
You take your ass home.
Fuck you.
Youīre lucky līm not a man.
Otherwise, līd kick your ass myself.
Shut up!
You trippinī.
What you say, little nigger?
Thatīs a female.
Shut your punk ass up...
before l drop you like l did this bitch.
l ainīt trying to fight you.
You donīt want to fight me īcause you a bitch, too!
What you going to do with that, besides make me mad?
Put the gun down, son.
Put that gun down...
and get knocked down like your father used to.
This was all the protection we needed.
You win some, you lose some.
But you live to fight another day.
You think youīre a man with that gun?
līm a man without it.
Put that gun down...
and get knocked down like your father used to.
Give me the gun, son.
Give me the gun.
Thatīs all you got?
Drop him, Craig!
Shit!
Get up!
Shit! God!
Goddamn.
Come on, baby! Let him be a man.
Go to sleep!
Shoot him.
Heīs not fighting fair!
l been down before.
l taught him better than this.
Come on!
Told yīall! Yīall want some?
Beat him down! Beat you down!
Who else want some of Deebo?
Get up!
Come on!
Stand up!
There you go!
Punk!
Yes, Mr. Big Shot.
-Fucking-- -Crawl, punk!
Crawl, bitch!
Whoop his ass!
Thatīs what līm talking about!
Thatīs my dog!
Take that.
Thatīs my dog!
Ainīt that right?
Thatīs my dog!
Cutie pie.
lf anybody got to say anything, you let me know.
Thatīs my dog.
You OK?
No, Cupcake, leave him alone. Let him be a man.
l taught him good, didnīt l?
Now whoīs the punk?
-He think he a mack. -Macaroni.
You got knocked the fuck out!
Give me my goddamn money.
Paybackīs a motherfucker, ainīt it?
Shana, come on.
My grandmama gave me this chain.
Man, you should have been bobbing and weaving.
Look at you. Get up!
Since you ainīt, līll take these shoes.
Big Foot motherfucker, you can have your knife.
īCause l steal, l donīt kill.
Howīs your back feeling?
ltīll be cool.
Bleeding and shit.
What time you waking up?
Eight thirty. Why?
l was wondering if maybe you were feeling better...
then you could come over.
līm feeling better already.
līm going to call you tomorrow.
All right.
Eight thirty, right?
Seven thirty.
Thatīs right.
Hello?
Why you canīt call nobody back?
Which one of your hos has somebody shooting at you?
l donīt know why l waste my time on your stupid ass anyway.
l donīt know, either.
ltīs over. Bitch!
l got your money...
and l donīt appreciate you sending your punk ass...
bust ass, Jheri curl ass friends...
to shoot at me and my homie.
They liked to got dealt with.
Donīt be calling here like you some straight up G...
īcause līll cut your balls off and hand them to you.
l had to warn you too many times about my money.
ltīs the principle of the whole thing.
Thereīs principalities in this.
l got your money anyway...
and you sell that shit yourself next time...
īcause līm going to rehab.
līm through with this shit.
l was just bullshittinī...
and you know this, man!
Subrip By Crying Freeman Fixed By Pacman