:53:00
Eleven, winner.
Seven, eleven, that's all I'm rolling.
:53:22
How come
you ain't brought your kids around?
:53:27
Don't you got a son, like 17,
named Duquan?
:53:31
And a little girl about five named Maya?
:53:34
You tell my momma about them?
:53:36
She know.
:53:37
How come you ain't brought them around?
:53:40
You ashamed of them?
:53:43
They ugly like you?
:53:49
I don't get along too well
with my babies' mommas.
:53:54
-I'm sure you understand that.
-No, I don't.
:53:58
I'm cool with both my babies' mommas.
:54:00
-We'll see how long that lasts.
-Long as I want it to.
:54:04
But we're talking about you, not me.
:54:07
I talked to your son the other day.
:54:11
I heard you say his name...
:54:12
...when y'all old niggas
was here playing cards.
:54:16
He live like five minutes from here,
in Inglewood.
:54:19
I drove to Morningside High School
and asked him about you.
:54:24
Said he didn't have shit to say about you,
'cause you used to whip his momma's ass.
:54:29
What do you think about that?
:54:32
You gonna beat my momma?
:54:35
Nah. I think you know better than that,
don't you?
:54:39
You want to walk around here
with your chest out, saying you a real man.
:54:44
Know why I don't like you
around my momma?
:54:48
'Cause you foul.
:54:51
You're a dirty motherfucker, Melvin.
:54:55
And don't think I'll let you
get all up in her head...
:54:58
...to kick me out
like the last nigga did my brother.