EXT. JEROMES HOUSE - STOOP - NIGHT
D-Train puffs on his cigar, stopping only to sip on his forty. Sitting besides him is Jerome.
D-TRAIN
Listen here little nigga....You know the code of the streets.... Its shoot or get shot. And if you eating, you better recognize there a million hungry motherfuckers looking to get a bite.
A mosquito lands on D-Trains arm. He immediately smashes it and stares at the remains in the palm of his hand.
D-TRAIN (CONT’D)
And if you think I’m gonna feed these mother fuckers, then you straight set trippin.... Theres only three things I hate.... Snitches....the WNBA...and BUGS!
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