![]() Monster: Where? Doughboy: Where, nigga? Spit it out. I give y'all a hint: everybody's been there. Doughboy: Street racers on Florence? Chris: Nah, nigga. Monster: Crenshaw, Sunday nights? Chris: Nope. Think you tough? What set you from? Look like one of them Crenshaw mafia motherfuckers.Ĭhris: I tell y'all where y'all need to go, where they got more women than anywhere. Little niggers, you ain't shit! I could blow your head off with this Smith & Wesson and you couldn't do shit. Officer Coffey: You think you tough? Scared now, ain't you? I like that. Female Club Member: Can we have one night where there ain't no fightin' nobody gets shot? Doughboy: Shut up, bitch! Why? They want us to kill ourselves.įerris: Fuck you looking at, nigga? Ricky: I'm still trying to find out, Nigga! Doughboy: What? We got a problem here? We got a problem? Knucklehead #2: Put the gun away, nigga. For the same reason that there is a liquor store on almost every corner in the black community. ![]() Why is it that there is a gun shop on almost every corner in this community? The Old Man: Why? Furious Styles: I'll tell you why. We are not the people who are flyin' and floatin' that shit in here. Furious Styles: Well, how you think the crack rock gets into the country? We don't own any planes. It's these folk, shootin' each other and sellin' that crack rock and shit. The Old Man: Ain't nobody from outside bringing down the property value. For real, you can die from letting them suck on your dick? Doughboy: Mark. You can die from that shit years from now. Motherfucker so skinny he can hula hoop through a Cheerio. Chris: Nigga, what you mean you ain't skinny. Monster: Stupid motherfucker, don't you know you can catch that shit from letting them suck on your dick? Doughboy: Thank you. See, me, I probably get more pussy than you get air with yo' wannabe macdaddy ass. Doughboy: Oops, I'm sorry, bitch.ĭoughboy: Yeah, I heard you been gettin' that dope-head pussy. Shalika: Who you callin' a ho', I ain't no ho'. Monster: You read? Doughboy: Yeah nigga, I ain't no criminal! I can read, bitch!ĭoughboy: Ho's gotta eat too. Three hots, and a cot, know what I'm saying? I was also reading, and writing my girl. Ain't nothing else to do in the motherfucking pen. Tre Styles: That's what we're here to celebrate, right? Damn, brother how did you get so big? Doughboy: Pumping iron, and eating. You like? Doughboy: Nigga, you look like you selling rocks! Chris: Yo, Tre' you be slinging that shit? Tre Styles: No, I don't sell that shit! Doughboy: You couldn't anyway! Pops will kick yo' ass! You know I'm out the pen. You working over at the Fox Hills Mall? Tre Styles: I get a discount on clothes, and shit. Just would've contributed to the killing of another brother.ĭoughboy: I heard you like Mr. ![]() Tre, what happened? What happened to him? Oh, my God! What did you do to him? What did you do? What did you do? You did this! You did this! I'll kill you! You did it! I know you did it! You did it! Yes, you did! YOU DID IT TO HIM, YOU DID THIS! I told you! I TOLD YOU! My baby! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, my God! Ricky, baby! Ricky!ĭialogue Furious Styles: Somebody must have been praying for that fool, cause I swear I aimed right for his head.
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