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YO! WHAT'S UP?

WHAT'S UP, DEUCE?

DEUCE!

GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE, MAN.

WHAT'S UP?

GET IN HERE, MAN!

HEY, WHAT'S UP?

DEUCE!

YEAH!

GIVE ME A BEER, MAN.

HEY, YO, OSSIFER,

COME HERE.

YEAH. COME HERE.

LOOK, I JUST WANTED TO SAY I'M SORRY--

THAT'S MY BOY-- ALWAYS GET THE LAST WORD

ON A SUCK ASS HACK.

WELCOME BACK TO THE STREET, MAN.

LET'S SWING BACK AND SPRAY THAT POOT-BUTT AGAIN.

I SEE LOCO AIN'T CHANGED NONE.

HE'S STILL LOKED OUT ON PCP.

YO, BEAR, GIVE ME EIGHT BALL, BABE.

MAN, THINGS CHANGED SINCE YOU BEEN LOCKED DOWN, BOB.

DEUCE IS SPRINGING UP AND DOWN HOOVER STREET.

I'M ORGANIZING THE DEUCE GANGS.

I'M FIXING TO THROW A MEETING FOR ALL THE NEW SETS.

I WAS WAITING ON YOU.

BOBBY, YOU WANT A HIT OF THIS TRANQ?

IT'S A FUCKING ROLLER COASTER.

AW, MAN, GET THAT SHIT OFF ME.

I HEARD CAROLE PINCHED A BABY BOY.

WHAT'S UP, MAN? IS IT YOURS?

YEAH, IT'S MINE.

SO, WHAT SHE CALL IT?

I DON'T KNOW.

YOU DON'T KNOW?

HEY, MAN, I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, O.K.?

O.K., MAN. CALM DOWN.

I'M LOCKED DOWN, MAN. SHE DON'T COME AROUND,

SO I DON'T KNOW NOTHING.

A KID GOING TO CRAMP YOUR STYLE, BOBBY?

NO, MAN, HE'S JUST ANOTHER LITTLE DEUCE.

THAT NIGGER MAMA IS SO OLD,

SHE STILL IRONING HER CLOTHES WITH A HOT ROCK.

FUCK YOU, MAN. YOUR MAMA WAS SO OLD,

I BET SHE WAS THE WAITRESS AT THE LAST SUPPER.

HEY, HEY, RAY.

YO, BOBBY.

YO, MAN.

WHAT UP?

CAROLE OUT HERE.

WHAT?

HEY, CAROLE!

BOBBY!

BABY!

BOBBY!

BABY. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?

I COULD HAVE DONE MY HAIR OR SOMETHING.

WHAT'S UP, RAY RAY, LOCO, BEAR?

WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME BOBBY WAS GETTING OUT?

SHIT. EVERYBODY KNEW, CAROLE.

YOU STINK. YOU HIGH ON THAT PCP SHIT?

THAT'S COLD, BOBBY. WHY YOU DOGGING ME?

GENIE, THIS IS BOBBY.

I TOLD YOU ABOUT BOBBY.

BOBBY, THIS IS GENIE LAMP.

GLAD TO MEET YOU, BOBBY.

GLAD IN YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ASS, CUZ.

SMACK MAN.

LONG TIME, RAY RAY.

YEAH. SINCE THEY RAN YOUR ASS OFF OF GRAPE STREET.

I DON'T RUN, RAY. I MOVE.

YOU MOVE...

BUT YOUR DOPE STAYS IN MY HOOD.

YOU ARE TOO POSSESSIVE, RAY.

PLENTY OF DRUG ADDICTS TO GO AROUND.

WE DON'T LIKE YOUR SHIT IN OUR HOOD, MAN.

"WE," MY ASS. YOU.

YOU DON'T LIKE IT, RAY, BECAUSE NO MONEY COMES TO YOU.

YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT NO HOOD.

NOW IS NOT THE TIME, RAY.

BOBBY, LET'S GO HOME.

IT'S YOUR FIRST DAY OUT. RAY, NO TROUBLE.

THIS AIN'T OVER, LAMP.

THIS IS MY HOOD.

WE'LL TAKE IT UP AT ANOTHER TIME, RAY.

COUNT ON IT, SMACK MAN.

KILL YOU, FOOL!

HE'S A KANSAS CITY PIMP.

NOW, IT'S OLD HUSTLERS LIKE THAT...

THEY GOT TO GO SO DEUCE CAN TAKE OVER.

WE GOT TO WEED OUT THE INDEPENDENTS, MAN,

MAKE OUR NEIGHBORHOODS SAFE

FOR OUR KIDS AND OUR BITCHES.

GO IN THE HOUSE. I'LL BE IN THERE IN A MINUTE.

YO, BOBBY, MAN,

WATCH YOUR BITCH...

'CAUSE THAT SMOOTH-TALKING SNAKE

IS PROBABLY FIXING TO TURN HER OUT.

NOW, AT THE MEETING WE'LL FIGURE OUT

HOW WE GOING TO DEAL WITH THE REST OF THIS SHIT.

COOL?

COOL.

ALL RIGHT, MAN.

TOMORROW.

HIS NAME IS JIMMIE.

WHY WAS YOU IN THAT FOOL'S APARTMENT?

I DIDN'T HAVE NO MONEY, BOBBY.

YOU HAD ENOUGH TO BUY PCP.

IF IT HADN'T HAVE BEEN FOR GENIE LAMP,

I WOULDN'T HAVE HAD MONEY FOR CIGARETTES.

WHAT DID YOU GIVE HIM IN RETURN?

I DIDN'T GIVE HIM NOTHIN'.

HE WAS JUST NICE TO ME.

NICE! HE'S A HUSTLER.

DON'T PLAY ME FOR NO SUCKER!

I AIN'T PLAYING YOU, BOBBY.

WHY NO LETTERS, NO VISITS?

I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HIS FUCKING NAME!

I WAS ALONE, BOBBY.

I DIDN'T HAVE NO MONEY,

NO CAR, NO NOTHING.

I HAD TO GO ON THE COUNTY.

I CURSED YOU. I HATED YOU FOR LEAVING ME.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE?

I HAD THE BABY BY MYSELF, BOBBY--

BY MYSELF.

AND IT HURT ME.

IT HURT ME.

SHIT.

I'M YOUR DADDY.

GOO GOO?

DADDY?

WHAT'S UP?

YOU'RE GOING TO GET ME IN TROUBLE.

HEY, BABY. HOW YOU DOING?

HEY.

ALL RIGHT?

EVERYTHING GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT.

I'M HOME NOW.

YOU DID A GOOD JOB.

HE'S A FINE BOY.

I MISSED YOU, BOBBY.

I LOVE YOU.

HEY, WHAT UP?

ALL RIGHT.

WHAT UP?

ALL RIGHT.

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

WE...

ARE DEUCE...

AND WE MULTIPLYING.

SCHOOLS ARE TURNING OUT MORE DEUCES

THAN GRADUATES.

THE GANGS IS FIXING TO BE THE STRONGEST FORCE

ON THE STREETS OF L.A.

SO WE...

GOT TO BE THE STRONGEST GANG.

YEAH! YEAH.

YEAH! DEUCE, DEUCE, DEUCE.

IF THEY PUT US IN JAIL...

FUCK 'EM.

WE TAKE OVER THE JAILS AND THE STREETS, TOO.

NOW, YOU ALL KNOW

BAD ASS BOBBY JOHNSON.

WELL, HIS DADDY AND MY DADDY ARE IN PRISON TODAY.

WHY?

BECAUSE IN THE 1965 WATTS RIOTS,

THEY TRIED TO CONTROL THE DAY.

YOU DON'T CONTROL THE DAY.

THE MAN CONTROLS THE DAY.

BUT WE WILL...

CONTROL THE NIGHT.

NOW, AT NIGHT WE TAKE OVER THE LAND,

AND THAT'S THE SAME THING AS OWNING IT,

AND DON'T SHIT GO DOWN IN THE HOOD

UNLESS WE SAY SO.

EVERY DEUCE SET SHOULD LAY CLAIM

TO A SCHOOL OR A PARK IN THEIR HOOD

AND RESPECT EACH OTHERS' RIGHTS.

AND TO MAKE SURE THERE AIN'T NO MISUNDERSTANDING

ABOUT WHOSE SHIT IS WHOSE,

EVERY GANGSTER IN THE SET

SHOULD WRITE HIS NAME SOMEWHERE OBVIOUS

IN THE PARK OR PLAYGROUND.

NOW, TO FINANCE US...

WE GOT THIS.

MY BOY.

HOMEBOY.

YOU BUY IT FROM ME, THE MONEY STAYS IN THE HOOD.

SELL IT.

DON'T USE IT.

LET THE OTHER FOOLS HAVE THE HABIT.

AND DON'T LET NOBODY SELL NOTHING IN YOUR HOOD.

NOW, I KNOW THERE ARE A LOT OF DRUG DEALERS

ON THIS SIDE OF TOWN,

BUT THAT SHIT'S GOING TO STOP.

NOW, WE GOING TO HAVE TO KILL SOMEBODY

TO SEND OUT THE MESSAGE, "DON'T FUCK WITH DEUCE."

NOW, IN 1972

DEUCE STARTED OUT WITH TWO MEMBERS.