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Mr. Quiles was regularly harassed by local gangs.
My real name is Quincy,
No, man.
Yeah.
Don't do that!
That's no good.
Those motherfuckers don't give a fuck
You remember me, Mrs. Porter,
See ifyour father's hungry!
We're goin' Saturday night, and that's it.
I mean, I can look out for myself,
[Bell Rings]
What happened, man?
\ We gonna, we gonna \
\ Goin'down forthe count\
and throw down.
You all right?
Mrs. Sanders ain't going for that late shit no more.
I got to take the baby to the sitter.
A gunman was killed in a shoot-out with police
What's up?
[Music Plays]
I’m going to shoot Your pee pee off man
And you're not going in the Army either.
I don't know what's wrong with him.
So how was it?
I know who killed him.
[Ring]
Let's go.
Come on, come on, I don't have all night.
Yo, what's up, everybody in the house,
Nickelback, Mutha***** !
Ho! Ho!
\ But you got to realize \
[Coughing]
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Don’t you get tired of this shit
get the wind behind your back,
All you could see was that butt.
I mean, he was more than a brother.
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do what we got to do, and jet.
Keesha. Keesha, wait.
Don't be comin' back all hours of the ni ght.
This nigga scared
Somebody say ho.
Shut your fuckin' mouthpiece.
It's over!
It's my deejay audition.
I got it from Sweets.
Ah, thankyou.
What are you nervous about?
As fat as you are,
\ The corner's triflin', 'cause Shorty's here \
\ The naughty, nappy, nasty nigger \
There's going to be a lot of deejays there, right?
Definitely.
Oh, it's up now. Oh, shit.
Tell us about Radames.
Not bad. Let's go chill out somewhere.
You're on yourway to the finals.
[Baby Cries]
You stop it, man!
People been sayin'
\ I'm gonna keep it real, real steady \
Bullshit! You know me better.
Ifyou need me, I'll be at the hospital later.
\ Don't say goodbye \
When? Where?
What do you want from me, man?
You big fat-head jalopy.
Mm-mmm. Somethin' I can do foryou?
What do you go by?
Fuck that. We used to be like brothers.
I really liked your tape.
Yo, Q, go in and get me some cigarettes.
You're fucked up, man.
\ You wanted all-- you wanted all\
to try acting like a husband now?
\ I just might spare one \
\ I'll chill like Pacino \
Who the fuck killed Porter?
\ Sip the juice \
This nigga scared
Yo, man.
Why don't you tell me what it is now,
[Gunshot]
From Ishmal.
\ Big Don \\
riverside Mo#%$&@*$!
\ And ya know I had to gat ya \
Of course I'm taking care of myself.
Come on.
- Busted! - Damn!
You can't fuck up somethin' that's already fucked up.
You're still my favorite local deejay.
some bullshit-ass deejay contest.
This nigga scared !!!
Congratulations.
Pop two quarters in pop tart... Let's get it on!
Just cause you pour syrup on shit don't make it pancakes
No.
What's goin' on with this garbage?
Oh Donny!!!
\ Props stack up \
You got the juice now!
\ And satisfy me \
All right, that's it!
This nigga scared This nigga scared
He wanted All the juice
see how you been doin'.
Hell, yeah.
Aah!
I don't know why you thought that was so tough.