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[Heart Beating]
\ No \
\ No \
\ No \
\ No \
\ No \
\ Sip the juice \
\ I got enough|to go around \
\ And the thought|takes place uptown \
\ I grew up|on a sidewalk \
\ Where I learned|street talk \
\ And then taught|to hawk New York \
\ I go to Queens for queens|to get the crew from Brooklyn \
\ Make money in Manhattan|and never been took in \
\ Go uptown to the Bronx|and boogie down \
\ Get strong on the island,|recoup and lay around \
\ Time to build|my juice back up \
\ Props stack up \
\ Suckers get smacked up \
\ Don't doubt|the clout \
\ You know|what I'm about \
\ Knockin' niggers off,|knockin' niggers out \
\ Shakin' 'em up,|wakin' 'em up \
\ Rakin' 'em up,|breakin' 'em up \
\ Standin' on shaky ground,|too close to the edge \
\ Let's see if I know|the ledge \
\ The corner's triflin',|'cause Shorty's here \
\ I get cocked liftin'|40s of beer \
\ Here's a sip for|the crew that's deceased \
\ If I get revenge,|then they rest in peace \
\ Somebody gotta suffer \
\ I just might|spare one \
\ And give a brother|a fair one \
\ Stay alert and on pees \
\ And I do work|with these \
\ Like Hercules \
\ Switch to southpaw,|split your right jaw \
\ 'Cause I don't|like y'all \
\ I'm hype|when night fall smooth \
\ But I move|like an army \
\ Bulletproof down \
\ In case brothers|try to bomb me \
\ Puttin' brothers|to rest \
\ Like Eliot Ness \
\ 'Cause I don't like stress \
\ Streets ain't a place|for innocent bystanders to stand \
\ Nothin's gonna|stop the plan \
\ I'll chill like Pacino \
\ Kill like De Niro,|black Gambino \
\ Die like a hero \
\ Livin' on shaky ground \
\Too close to the edge \
\ Let's see|if I know the ledge \
\ Shells lay around|on the battle ground \
\ Dead bodies are found|throughout the town \
\ Try to put shame in my game|to make a name \
\ I'm gonna|put it on a bullet \
\ Put it in your brain \
\ And my pockets|are still fat \
\ Wherever I'm at,|I get the welcome mat \
\ So come say hi|to the bad guy \
\ Don't say goodbye \
\ I don't plan to die \
\ 'Cause I get loose \
\ And I got troops \
\ And crazy juice \\
[End Of Record Skipping]
[Sirens, Traffic Noise]
[Scratch]
Quincy, get up!|It's after 7:00,
and you're going to be|late for school again!
Quincy Powell,|did you hear me?
I said get up.
This is bullshit, man.
Excuse me, young man,|what did you say?
Nothin', Ma.
That's what I thought.|Get up.
\ Enterthe dragon 'cause|it's startin'to rain \
\ Rappers|on the bandwagon... \\
Gerard, Eric,|time to get up!
Come on, man,|move it, man.
Move your fat feet.
You're too fat|to be smelling bad.
You gonna never get|anywhere but--stop!
Don't, you little bitch!
Get your rusty butt up!
I'm up, Pop,|I'm up.
And do something|about this room.
Sure thing.
Fatness never|prospereth.
Morning, Grandma.
Oh, morning, baby.|Breakfast is ready.
See ifyour father's hungry!
[Train Whistle]
Raheem, you know I got|a job interview this morning.
Let me in.|I'm late as is.
Raheem, let me|in the bathroom!
How much?
How much what?
How much you willing|to give me to get in?
Fuckyou, Raheem!|I ain't givin' you shit!
Raheem, let me in.|I'll give you a dollar.
Ha ha!
Quincy, I was talking|to Louise in 4-A.
Her boy Tyrone--
You know Tyrone,|that tall skinny boy?
Nice kid.
He's looking to get|into the Acme School,
that school|where they teach you
to fix cars, washing machines,|and whatnot.
You make good money|doing that.
Are you listening to me?
I'll give you $5.00,|Raheem.
Now, let me in.
Did you say $5.00?
Yes, I did.
Cool. $5.00.|I'm with that.
Have you been|working out?
You look nice.|You look real fine.
I'll give it to you|later.
Myra, you better|give me my $5.00!
What's going on|out here?
Nothin', Ma.
\ Better creation,|what a celebration \
\ My vocabulary|is varied\
\ Trouble like a trick hand,|sinking like quicksand\
\ Makin ' the competition feel|like they need a kickstand \
\ To support|what they thought \
\ Would have brought them|some type of victory \
\ You better|never act, no \
\ Huh, 'nuffrespect \\
[H umming]
[Porky Pi g]|P-P-Puppy, oh, puppy, speak to me.
G-G-Good ol' doggy.|Nice puppy.
Oh, y-y-you poor thing.
T ake it easy, Pop.
Button up your coat.
Don't be comin' back|all hours of the ni ght.
I won't.
And clean up that room,
or it's gonna be|me and you.
You can't play that music|the rest ofyour life.
What time are you|comin' home?
And you're not going|in the Army either.
Remember that.
Quincy, where's|your books?
What's up, Lenny, man?|Better hurry that ass up.
Mrs. Sanders ain't going|for that late shit no more.
Yo, I need those notes|for biology class.
If I flunk, I'll have to|kickyour ass.
I'm sorry.
Damn, baby, what's up?|Can I get that number?
Eric, come back here|and make up your bed!
- Busted!|- Damn!
Yo, Raheem!
Yo, Raheem!
Keesha. Keesha, wait.
I don't want to argue.|I'm tired of that shit.
What the fuck|do you want, then, Raheem?
I got to take the baby|to the sitter.
I could help.|That's my baby, too.
Ifwe got back|together...
I ain't even about|to let you have my baby
so you can have him|hangin' out with you
and your fucked-up friends.
And how would Charlene|feel about that?
I ain't messin'|with Charlene no more.
Raheem, you ain't even|foolin' nobody.
Everybody knows.|It's all over the school.
Come talk to me|when you're serious.
I'm serious now.
I'm serious, too,|Raheem!
This does not|make you a man.
I need a real man.
I'm not lettin' my child|grow up and be fucked up
Iike you and your|stupid-ass friends.
Yeah, well,|fuckyou, then!
I don't need|your tired ass anyway, bitch!
That was real smooth, man.
I'm squashin' her.
That shit is|too much work.
I should've|let you have her.
I let you have her.
Just buggin', man.|What's up?
Yeah. I thought so.
\ So you wanna|be a gangster... \\
Yo, Bishop!
What you want?
Your ass, punk!
People been sayin'
that you say|you can bust my ass.
You believe that shit?
So?
Chill, chill,|chill, chill, chill.
Smile, man, smile.
See this?
Take a real good look at him,
'cause that's how|a dumb nigger commits suicide.
You thinkyour shit|is that bad, man?
You got that much juice?
God damn right.
Don't nobody|fuckwith me.
'Cause you already|fucked up, man.
You can't fuck up somethin'|that's already fucked up.
Ifyou wasn't|as fucked up as you are,
you'd see|that shit, man!
What a dumb nigger, man.
Fuckyou, you beans and rice|son of a bitch!
Respect me.|I was almost your father,
but the line|was too fucking long!
Hey, hey,|it's cool, man.
It's cool.
Raheem, man, you better|tell your boy somethin',
'cause I don't care|if he's crazy or not.
I'll stomp the shit|out of his ass.
You ain't saying|nothing but a word!
He's just bullshittin'.|He didn't mean it.
Shit if I didn't mean it.
Fuck that little|Puerto Rican maricon!
Maricon? Maricon?|Ifyou're looking' for faggots,
you ain't got to look no farther|than your pa.
I hear he liked bein'|the prison yard whore!
Fuckyou,|motherfucker!
Get away from my store!
I'm gonna shoot|your pee-pee off, man.
Tell me that wasn't|the shit.
You're crazy, man.
Ain't had no fun like that|in a while.
That nigger had you|by your neck and shit.
I swear to God--
What's up, Fat Chops?
What's up, man?
Hey, how you doin'?
You're late, man.
I feel good.
Sorry, man.|I was busy, man.
I had a hard time|gettin' away, man.
Give those chubby palms|a rest,
you'd get here|with the rest of us.
Want to know|why I'm really late?
I was doin'|the hootchy-kootchy
with Donna Bromwell.
So you boned|Donna Bromwell?
Yeah, man.|She liked it, too.
My man,|finally got that ass.
I heard that.
Thankyou.|Appreciate it.
So how was it?
It was good.|What do you think?
I heard Donna Bromwell|was a real freak.
The bitch tried to fuck me|on the stove.
She still got that,|uh, tattoo?
No, man. I wasn't lookin'|for no tattoo.
I was doin' the hootchy-kootchy,|my friend.
You knew it was Donna|from that hair on her face.
Yeah, man, come on.
You didn't know about|Donna Bromwell, man?
What, man, what?
That she used to be|Donald Bromwell?
\ Big Don \\
Don Juan.
Fucky'all, man.
Come on, big, hefty,|tub-of-a-man you!
Don't make me|come afteryou!
Get the fuck off me!
My man.
You big|fat-head jalopy.
'Reckin' crew!
Hope you're feelin'|lucky today, my brother,
'cause I'm getting ready|to bust your ass.
You want me|to lie to you?
Just 'cause you|pour syrup on shit
don't make it pancakes.
Q!
What's up?
What's happenin'?
You got that|party tape for me?
Yeah, I got the shit.
My brother, my brother,|my brother, my brother.
Bad news, though.|Bein' that we in a recession,
the shit's gonna cost|$1 5 instead of 1 0.
- $1 5.|- $1 5?
Hit the button!|Hit the button!
Pow!
Kiss? Money?|What you gonna do, sweetheart?
I ain't got all day.
Do what you're told.|Give me a kiss.
Was the last party|serious?
It was slammin'?
It was all right.
It was dope, right?
Do you hit|Brenda's skins?
What?
Did Brenda Witherspoon|shine your silver?
My mother shines|our silver.
All you could see|was that butt.
I don't know why you thought|that was so tough.
She got the snappy-nappy|dugout piece.
Snappy-nappy|dugout piece?
Did you fuck|Brenda Witherspoon?
Yeah, I did, man.
Yeah?|You did, right?
$1 5, G.
Lord, I came|at the perfect time.
Pop two quarters in,|pop-tart,
and let's get it on.
Let me get|in that ass.
What makes you think|you can beat me?
Two reasons.
1 --if I lose,|I'm going to beat that ass.
2--if I lose,|I'm going to beat that ass.
Get this goddamn|game started,
tugboat ass|motherfucker.
What's up?|What's up?
What you got?|Hey! Hey!
[Siren]
Here they come!
Put your asses|back in school!
What's up? What's up?|Outta there.
Steel, come|the fuck on!
What the fuck?
- See ya!|- Go!
Bam! Kick!|You're out of there.
Q!
[Meow]
Stop!
O.K., guys,|come on.
That's it.|It's over.
Let's go, guys.|Come on.
Come on. Now.
Let's go, guys.
Yo!
Whoa!
Ain't nothin'.
You all right?
I know'd we could|beat 'em quick.
Bust this!|Bust this!
Bastards!
You can't play|with this yo-yo.
Stupid bitch!
\ Fat-ass Steel|is stuck in school again \
\ Again \\
Yo, he ain't comin'.|Let's go.
We ain't goin' nowhere|without Steel.
Fuck, no.
Here he comes.
- Hurry up, man.|- Could ya?
Fat bastard.
Oh, shit!
Come on, y'all!
What's up?|What's up?
\ Yeah, refuse|to get took down \
\ A goddamn killer \
\ Comin'straight|from the Oaktown \
\ Step out ofline,|it's mandatory I hurt ya \
\ My hobbies|in life... \\
Boo!
Yo, what time is it?
Almost 1 2:00.
How much money we make|at the arcade today?
[Steel]|I can count!
[Bishop]|25.
Not bad. Let's go|chill out somewhere.
Yo! Hey, you see|this shit?
I was tellin' you|all about this.
This shit is mine,|word up.
We gotta worry about|runnin' into Radames,
and this nigger|talkin' about
some bullshit-ass|deejay contest.
First prize is|custom gold 1 200s
and a six-month contract|to deejay at the Ruffhouse.
Better than this pool hall|nickel-and-dime bullshit.
Yo, DJ Plaz,|DJ Rich E. Rich,
Pete Rock, and DJ Scratch|gonna be there.
So what?
They won both contests|last year.
That was the Hott Boxx.
Anybody could have won|in that shit.
This is the Ruffhouse.|The comp will be serious.
There ain't|no greater comp than me.
Y'all ain't got|no confidence in me now?
Y'all supposed to be|my boys.
They been all over.|Everybody know them.
You just local.
Local?
Y'all kiss my local ass,|you know what I'm sayin'?
All right.|Come on, Q.
You're still|my favorite local deejay.
I'm going to pick up|some party tapes
for my audition tape.
That's all right|with you, Raheem?
Yeah, man.
\ Is he good to you? \
\ Yeah \
\ Is he good to you? \
\ Whoa, whoa,|whoa, yeah \
\ Oh \
\ Is he good to you? \
\ When my love|comes down \
\ I don't have|to run around\
\ I've got you \
\ Andyou know|just what to do \
\ To fulfill|all my needs \
\ And satisfy me \
\ But I'd like to know \
\ The sexual healing|is mutual... \\
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Hi. Can I help you?
Uh...yeah.
Let me get your...|E PM D's new album
and your name|and your phone number.
Oh, O.K.|I can get you the tape.
You want my name|and my number?
O.K., here's my name.
It's Juaniqua...
Ross.
And here's my number.
Why don't you put|your address on there?
Oh, O.K.
Does this mean|we're going out?
Yeah.
You got|three friends?
Yeah.
Who look just like you?
I don't know.|I'm kind of one of a kind.
What's your name?
My name is, um, Ed.|Eddie.
Ed? Eddie, O.K.
So you going to|call me?
Put that shit back.
Anytime.|Anytime you want.
Uh-huh.
You know, you are sexy.
Thankyou. O.K.
That's a gold tooth?|I like it.
I'm going to get|another one.
I want to cover up|the whole front.
When are we going out,|Saturday?
I don't know.
Sir? Sir!
Sir, can I check|that newspaper?
Can I call tonight?
Wait a second.
Sir, where are you going?
Give back my tape!
I'm not paying|for this tape.
It's not Christmas.|Get a job, why don't you?
\ Play the sax \
\ Everybody love him|to the max \\
Man, I'm hungry.|Let's get something to eat.
Let's go|to Steel's house.
His mom ain't home.
Taxi! Taxi!
What she got|in the refrigerator?
She still got|them turkey wings?
No, man.|She ain't been shoppin'.
I believe we need|to go to your crib
and see what's|in the fridge.
Hi.
Yo, Q, go in and get me|some cigarettes.
Why I got to|go get them?
It's your turn,|motherfucker!
I got it.|I got it.
Oh, man.|That's cold.
Lucky son of a bitch.
\ Listen, partypeople, y'all\
\ I'm going to tellyou|what it's all about \
\ We got ourselves|together now \
\ I'm gonna keep it|real, real steady \
\ Come along|andjoin us now \
\ People, get ready \
\ We're gonna|get ya \
\ We're gonna get ya \\
Oh, shit.
Blizz, man,|what's up, man?
What's going on?|It's Q.
What's up, Q, man?
How you doing?|It's good to see you, man.
I'm all right.|How's your crew?
They outside waiting.|When you got paroled?
I got paroled|the other day, man.
I hope you're|taking care ofyourself.
Of course I'm|taking care of myself.
It's nice to see, man.
Pardon me.|I'm about to rob this place.
Everybody,|put your hands in the air
and face the fuckin' bar!
Oh, shit, man.
Don't look at me!
Yo, Q, you want|a piece of this?
No, man.|I'm all right.
All right, everybody,
strip!
Take your fuckin'|clothes off!
Hurry up, god damn it,
'cause you look good!
As fat as you are,
there ain't no food|in the house?
Yeah, she's going|shopping tonight.
No, we're going today.
Ah, thankyou.
Yo, Blizzard is in there|right now
stickin' the place up.
Word, right now?
He let you out?
He asked me if I wanted|a piece of the action.
You said no?
What are you, crazy?
I don't think so.
Let me tell you|something.
That crazy motherfucker|is goin' down.
I'm making for|god damn sure
that we're|not goin' with him.
You know how much|money is in there?
We are in there, man.
I said no, man.
That shit is out.|Now, come on.
Come on, man.
Come on, man.
[Rap Music|On Boom Box]
I thought that|was your woman.
Man, what you gonna do?
Steel's kitchen.
Almost empty.
Mmm!
Got to get it right,|buddy.
Oh, it's up now.|Oh, shit.
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
All right,|there he goes.
Bust 'em!|Bust 'em!
Boo-yeah!
Boo-yeah!
Pow! Boo-yeah!
Aw, shit!
Damn, Steel.|What the fuck is this mess, man?
Bacon and eggs|and hot sauce, man.
I mix it like this|all the time.
I'm too hungry|to throw this shit away.
But I only did it|foryou, Ed.
Cody still ain't|gonna like to hear
that she got it|in the back.
Oh, shit!|Shot his moms in the back.
Yo, Steel. Let me borrow|these two till tomorrow.
This shit's dope.
Excuse me, partner,|can you keep that shit down?
You see me watching TV.
Heh heh heh!
[Gunshot]
Made it, Ma!
Made it, Ma!
Top of the world!
Top of the world!
Yo!
Ifyou gotta go out,|that's how you go out.
That motherfucker took|his destiny in his own hands.
Mmm, some destiny.
What you know about it,|Big Chops?
What you ever control?
I control my life.
That's bullshit.
I got more control|overyour life than you do.
How you figure that?
I'm lettin' you breathe,|ain't I?
You can't even|walkyour own block
without getting fucked up|by Radames, let's not forget.
Ha ha ha.
Oh, shit!|It's Blizzard!
A gunman was killed|in a shoot-out with police
as he attempted to rob|the Harlemwood bar
just under an hour ago.
The gunman,
identified as 20-year-old|Barnett Jerkins,
wounded two officers before|he himself was killed.
On the news at 7:00,|we'll have more on this story
as well as an update|on the campaign...
Y o, man, we were|just down there.
To have the already|financially strapped city
provide more|police protection
on the subway els|after dark.
What the fuck are you doing, man?|Come here!
Fuckin' Radames.
We ain't shit.
Man, what's your problem?
You're my fuckin' problem!
People sweat us|on the street,
and you don't even|give a fuck.
I thinkyou're|exaggerating.
That's bullshit, man!
We run from the cops,|we run from Radames,
we run from|security guards,
we run from Old Man Quiles|and his bullshit store
when he come|with that bullshit gun.
All we do|is fuckin' run!
I feel like I'm on|the god damn track team.
I'm serious!
What's the matter,|Raheem?
Nothin' to say?
That's 'cause|you know I'm right.
In your heart,|you know I'm right.
Yo, big man! Ifyou want|respect, you gotta earn it.
You damn right!
You gotta be ready|to go down,
stand up,|and die like Blizzard did
ifyou want some juice.
Blizzard? Blizzard ain't|stickin' up to nothin' now.
That's 'cause we wasn't there|to back him up!
Ifwe was there--
There'd be five dead niggers|instead of one!
You ain't sayin' nothin' now,|right, big man?
I never thought|I'd see the day
when you'd|talk like a punk.
Fuckyou, man!
Yo, chill!
Fuck chill!|Checkyourself, Q.
You gotta|snatch some collars
and let them|motherfuckers know
you're there|to take them out
anytime you|feel like it.
You gotta get the ground|beneath your feet,
get the wind|behind your back,
and go out in a blaze.
Otherwise|you ain't shit.
You might as well be dead|your damn yourself.
You tryin' to tell me|I ain't shit?
I ain't tryin'|to tell you shit.
I'll tell your mama|you ain't shit.
Yo, man, what|are we fightin' for?
I don't know, nigger.|You ready to die?
You're fucked up, man.
Don't turn your fuckin'|back on me, nigger!
You broke|the fuckin' vase, man!
What the fuck|is y'all doin', man?
Damn, man!|What the fuck?
Messin' up my shit, man!
Feed y'all!
Sorry, man. Here!
Fuck that money, man!
Look at that shit!
I got to tell|my parents--
Shut the fuck up!
All right, that's it!
That's it!
Bishop, I want you and Q
to settle this shit|right now!
Come on, y'all.
You're like brothers.
Fuck that.|You are brothers!
Fuck that.|We used to be like brothers.
All right,|we're going to squash it.
What do you say?
Bishop?
Yeah, it's cool.
All right.
I'm not makin' sense!|You're not makin' sense!
[Doorbell Rings]
You know why?
What?
Uh, how you doin'?|Is Yolanda there?
Who the hell are you?
Hi, Q.|Let him in, Frank.
Have a seat.
I'm just cleaning out|some of Frank's things.
Um, Frank, Q.|Q, Frank.
How you doin'?
Q.
What, did names like|Mustafah and Akbar
become too hard|to spell?
My real name is Quincy,
and I'm not too fond|of that name,
so people call me Q|or GQ, you know,
Iike a nickname,|abbreviation.
Well, uh, Quincy,
shouldn't you be out stealing|hubcaps or something like that?
Asshole.
Excuse me? Speak up.|I can't hearyou, boy.
O.K., Frank, I found it.
Remember these?
Ha ha ha.
What the hell are you laughing at,|you chain snatcher?
Look, who is this kid,
and what is he|doing here?
Frank, don't you think|it's a little late
to try acting|like a husband now?
You're taking this|save-the-children shit too far.
Bye.
Just telling you|foryour own good.
Bye, Frank.
I can't express|concern, what?
So that's him, huh?
That's him.
You know, he got a real|attitude problem.
Definitely.
Mmm, baby.
You're sweatin' already.
I been working out.
You don't mind|a little sweat, do you?
I'm deejay Ralph McDaniels here.
\ Hey hey \
\ Yeah yeah \
\ Eh ooh eh ooh \
\ Yeah \
\ Now I lay me|down to sleep \
\ I pray my Lord|my soul to keep \
Mmm.
Want some?
Mm-mmm.
What time is it?
\ I pray my Lord|my soul to take \
Past 1 0:00.
I got to get|ready for work.
\ Andyou'll be sayin'|daddy to me \
Mmm.
Hmm. Why you playin'|with my spot?
You say you got to|get ready for work.
Is that your spot?
Yeah. You know|it's my spot.
\ Don't worry, baby \
Wish I could|spend the night,
know what I'm sayin'?
That would be nice.
Sleep all day.
I could make you|breakfast in bed.
That'd be dope. That'd|be the most word, huh?
I...I thinkyou'd better let me|deal with breakfast.
I can cook.
Mm-hmm.|You can cook, all right.
Ha.
What's up?
Yo, what's up,|money?
What are you|doin' here, man?
We got a meeting|at the ball court.
When is it?
Tomorrow mornin'.
I can't make it, man.
What do you mean,|you can't make it?
I got a real important|appointment.
Well, how important is it?
It's my deejay audition.
Oh, man.
All right, Q.
I'm going to|straighten this out
with the rest|of the boys,
but make sure you|get there afteryou're done.
This is|serious business,
so we're gonna|wait foryou.
That's cool.
Why don't you tell me|what it is now,
get it over with?
Later.
By the way,
good luck, man.
Smooth.
[Music Plays]
[Scratching]
[Music Stops]
[Music Plays]
[Scratching]
[Music Fades Out]
What do you mean,|it ain't good enough?
What do you mean,|it ain't good enough?
My name is Flex.
Look, this brother|look like Gumby.
What you talkin' about,|I ain't good enough?
I mean exactly|what I said.
You need|more experience.
You need to work|on your mixing more.
My--my--|what you mean?
What the fuck's|wrong with my mix?
I know you didn't|snatch that from me.
What's wrong|with my mix?
Look, the shit|is totally sloppy.
Only a fool would|open up like you.
Nobody likes|the records you play.
It's completely|whacked--face it!
Face it.
Fuckyou!
You might have a chance
if that shit|wasn't so small.
Next!
[Scratch Music Plays]
You ever deejay before?
Yeah, you know,
run away, make tapes|for my boys, stuff like that.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, you local.
I really|liked your tape.
Thankyou.
I'll see you|Saturday night.
What is your name?
GQ.
GQ.
Come on.
Yes!
You know, I think|you and me can be closer
than two craps|together coming out--
What's happen, Trip?
Yo, yo, my brother.
Heard you made that deejay comp.|Congratulations.
GQ, you know|what I'm sayin'?
All right.
What's up, man?
I made that deejay contest|Saturday night.
Once again, it's on.
What you talkin' about?
It's on.
What's this nigger|talkin' about now?
Stickin' up Old Man Quiles|Saturday night.
What? Man, you better|stop bullshittin' me.
I ain't bullshittin' you.|What, is you scared?
Steel ain't scared,|are you, Steel?
Here come Raheem.
Yo, what's up, Q?.
What's up, man?
Chillin'.
You got it?
Yeah, I got it.|Come on, let's walk.
What's goin' on|with this garbage?
Check this out.
Oh, shit!
This shit is sweet.
I got it from Sweets.
I ain't never|shot nobody before.
Yo, be careful with that.|It's loaded.
Quiles is not|gonna draw on somebody
that got a gun on him.
It's gonna be|a piece of cake.
A piece of cake.
We go in|right before 1 1 :00,
get the loot, and jet.
The whole thing won't take longer|than three fuckin' minutes.
You decided it|this morning without me?
Yeah. While you was at|your, uh, appointment.
Check this here, man.
I got to deejay|Saturday night.
I'm not missin' that.
Guess you got to|disappoint them.
I ain't disappointin' shit.
Maybe not.
There's going to be|a lot of deejays there, right?
Yeah.
How do they pick|who goes when?
There's 40 deejays,|20 sets...
all I know is|I go seventh.
We're going to|need an alibi.
Since you're|going seventh,
that'll give us|an opportunity to go in,
do what we got to do,|and jet.
Get the fuck|out of there.
I think that'll work.
What about the cops?
Bishop checked it out.
There's two|overlappin' patrols
about three minutes apart.
We got to be fast.
Yo, I think we should|plan this another time.
This nigger's scared!
I have to deejay|Saturday night.
Fuck that shit!
We're goin' Saturday night,|and that's it.
I'll hold onto the gun.
Why him?
'Cause I already got it,|motherfucker!
Just let him|hold the gun.
The nigger be|acting stupid.
Shut up!
Suck my dick.
What time you|gotta be there?
Before 9:00.
We'll pick up your shit,
go over there,|set you up--
You'll be straight, man.
\ Suckers get|smacked up \
\ Suckers get smacked up \
\ Goin'down|forthe count\
\ Suckers get|smacked up \
\ Goin'down|for the count \
\ Suckers get|smacked up \
Yo, what's up,|everybody in the house,
and welcome to|the Mixxmaster Massacre,
the ultimate deejay battle|ofworld supremacy
won by a round|of sudden death
till only the best are left.
Cut it up, y'all.
\ Suckers get smacked up,|suckers get smacked up \
\ Suckers get smacked up,|suckers get smacked up \
\ Don't doubt the clout \
\ You know what I'm about \
\ Knockin ' niggers off\
\ Knockin ' niggers out \
\ Suckers get|smacked up \\
Hello?
Y o, man, you O. K.?
I'm chillin'.
All ri ght, man,|good luck.
Enjoy.
Fab 5 Freddie here.
Yo! MTV Raps.
Battles going on,
but each contestant|only has 20 seconds
to go for the gusto.
So let's do it!
[Scratching]
Are you having|a good time?
Make some noise.
Somebody say ho.
Ho!
Say ho! Ho!
Ho! Ho!
Yeah! That's the|hyped crowd I like.
Right now we have|the next two contestants.
From uptown,
we have the challenger,
the flyman|of the turntables,
Deejay GQ!
Make some noise!
And the champion,
reigning that is,
from Flatbush,
Brooklyn.
Ah!
We have his highness,
DJ Majesty.
\ You wanted|all thejuice \
\ You wanted|all thejuice \
\ You wanted all--|you wanted all\
\ You wanted|all thejuice \
\ You want--you want--|you wanted all thejuice \
\ You wanted|all thejuice \
\ You wanted all thejuice \
\ You wanted|all thejuice \
\ You want--you want--|you wanted all thejuice \
\ You wanted|all thejuice \
\ You wanted all--|you wanted all\
\ You wanted all--|you wanted all\
\ You wanted--|you wanted\
\ You wanted--|you wanted\
\ You wanted|all thejuice \
\ You wanted--|you wanted--you wanted\\
[Crowd]|Pump, pump, pump it up!
Pump, pump, pump it up!
Pump, pump, pump,|pump, pump it up!
Come on, man.
Encore!
Encore!
Encore!
Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!
Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!
Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!
Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!
Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!
And the winner is...
GQ!
Congratulations.
Yeah!
Congratulations, Q.
You're on yourway|to the finals.
But don't get sloppy.
It don't get any easier.
Next up, we got two|rough, rough competitors.
[Whispering]
What's up?
Where's Q?.
He's right behind me.
What's up?
Everybody got|their gloves?
Yeah, man.
Ol' man Quiles is|in there by hisself.
Let's do this.
Is everybody ready?
Bishop?
Hell, yeah.
Q?.
Steel?
Steel?
You all right, man?
Get it together.
We're really|counting on you, O.K.?
Here come the cops.
Shh.
Let's go.
Hey! We're closed.
No more customers.|That's it.
Freeze, motherfucker!
Turn around!|Turn around!
Don't shoot.|Please don't shoot.
Turn around,|motherfucker.
I won't--
Shut the fuck up!
Shut your|fuckin' mouthpiece.
Take everything|you want.
Shut the fuck up!
Don't shoot me,|that's all.
Are you going|to shoot me?
Please don't shoot me,|all right?
Shut the fuck up!
Just tell me|you won't shoot me.
Hey, Rahe--
Shut the fuck up!
Turn your ass|to the fuckin' wall.
Please, mister--
Shut the fuck up,|old man.
Coast clear?
All right!|Let's go!
Let's go!
Five-O!|Five-O!
Come on!
[Sirens]
What the fuck|is wrong with you?
Why did you|have to shoot him?
You didn't have to!
He made a move.
He didn't make|no fuckin' move!
You're lyin'!
I was lookin'|right at you!
Yo, man.|He's dead, isn't he?
What we going to do?
He knew who we was!
Fat boy says your name.|He knew who we was!
Everybody just shut up!
Yo, man!
Fuck! What we going to do now?
We gots to get rid|of the fuckin' gun!
Yeah, you're right, man.
Bishop,|give me the piece.
No.
What the hell|you mean, no?
I'm holdin' onto this|till I say so.
I'm not playin' here.
Oh, really?
[Steel]|Stop this shit, man!
You stop it, man!
[Q]|Yo, stop!
Oh, shit!
Hey!
What's going on|down there?
[Sirens]
[Sobbing]
Shut up, Steel!
You want to see|how much money we got?
Here we go.
What the fuck|are you lookin' at?
You goin' crazy, B!
Don't you ever|call me crazy!
I'll blow your|fuckin' brains out!
You understand?
I got it.
Steel, bring your ass here.
Come on!
Come on, man.
Don't go fuckin'|crackin' up on me now.
We all in this shit|together!
Wipe that shit.|Come on.
[Sobbing]
Look, if I go down,|you go down.
Those motherfuckers|don't give a fuck
who shot who.
Come on.
Raheem!
Damn.
I warned him.
You saw that!
I told him, man.
He had no business|grabbin' the gun.
But it was Raheem!
I don't give a fuck!
Nobody's supposed|to do that shit.
If anybody|got a problem,
we can deal with it|right now.
You got a problem|with it?
I'm warning you, Q.
We got to get the fuck|back to the club.
Um...
if anybody asks|about Raheem,
we don't know.
We ain't seen him.
You can't fuckin' keep up|with a man at a party.
So...
Um...
Come on.
Come on!
[Cocks Gun]
Let's go.
Come on!
Let's go.
Let's go.
[CrowdApplauds]
Good luck.
[CrowdApplauds]
Fuck that!|You are brothers.
[CrowdApplauds]
Piece of cake, Q.
[She-Rock]|Round 2!
[She-Rock Laughs]
Once again,
we have deejay,
that fly-guy,
GQ!
And from Detroit,
DJ Plaz!
Hey!
Hey! Get down here!
Get down here.
[Detective]|Keep your mouth shut!
Raheem is dead.|Somebody shot him.
Hey! Sit back|and be cool.
I'm Detective Markham.
This is Detective Kelly.
We want to askyou boys|some questions.
Let's go.
Let's open it up|right now!
Break away!
Move it!
When was the last time
you saw Raheem Porter|breathin'?
Tonight at the club.
What time?
An hour|before Qset up.
Where did he go|afteryou last saw him?
I have no idea--
[Kelly]|Why'd he leave?
I don't know.
I thought|he was checkin' out.
He was talkin'|to a girl,
clockin' the 'ho's.
Clockin' the 'ho's?
Clockin' the 'ho's?
Did you leave|the club tonight?
I went to the basement.
What for?
I ran into|an old girlfriend.
What were you doing|down in the basement?
Do you know|Fernando Quiles?
Yes.
You got popped for boostin'|in Quiles' store.
Yes or no?
Well, I--
Yes or no?
Yes.
Mr. Quiles was regularly|harassed by local gangs.
Do you have any rivalry|with other gangs?
Puerto Rican gang,|Rapido Muerte.
We know who they are.
Radames. They always|fuckin' with us.
Radames.
Tell us about Radames.
Puerto Rican gang.
They think they rule|the fuckin' world.
Didn't your gang|regularly harass Mr. Quiles?
No. 'Cause|we're not a gang.
Yeah. We didn't|kill him, though.
We didn't say|you killed him.
We said you regularly|harassed Mr. Quiles!
How about Porter?
Did they harass him, too?
If anybody had a motive|to do Raheem in,
it would have|been Radames.
Q got loud on you.
They screamed on you.
We just want to get|the full confession.
We want to get|the story from you.
When it goes down,
I can talk to the D.A.
Everything's|going to be cool.
I didn't do nothing.
They say|you was the cap man
who blew Raheem away.
Who the fuck|killed Porter?
Who killed him?
I don't know, man!|I don't know.
Why do you seem|so nervous?
What are you|nervous about?
We're three niggers|in a police station.
It doesn't matter|what happened.
Ify'all want us|to be guilty,
we'll be guilty.
Ifyou didn't|do nothing,
you got nothing|to worry about.
\ Oh \
\ Amazing \
\ Ah \
\ Grace \
\ How \
\ Sweet \
\The sound \
Quincy, please|eat something.
I don't feel like|eating right now, Mama.
I know,|but just try, O.K.?
Just try for me.|Come on.
O.K.
\ A poor wretch like... \
[Baby Cries]
\ Me \
\ I... \
Yo, man.
I'm scared.
You scared?
\ Was lost \
[Crying]
\ But now \
\ I'm found \
\ Was blind... \\
You don't have|to be doing this.
Sit down.
I got this, Myra.
Be with the people.
It's O.K.
I'm O.K.
How you doing,|Mrs. Porter?
I'm O.K.
Can I help you?
Help me.|Bring in the corn bread.
This one?
Yes.
What's up, Myra?
Q!
I haven't seen you|in a long time.
Sorry it had|to be like this.
How you doing?
Under the circumstances,|I'm all right.
I got to stay strong|for Ma, though.
She's trying to deal with this|by keeping busy,
and she keeps going|and going nonstop.
I don't think|she's cried yet or...
Hey, Roland.
How you doing?
I should be|asking you that.
We're staying strong.
I'd feel better
if I knew the police|had somebody, you know.
They, uh...
they say there|was no witnesses,
and they don't|have any leads or...
I don't know.
We been askin' around, too.
Nobody's seemed to have|seen or heard anything.
We'll find|those motherfuckers,
the police ain't going|to have to do shit.
Eric, put them here.
Uh, Myra?
Yes, Ma.
I've got to take|care of that.
Excuse me.
You remember me,|Mrs. Porter,
Roland Bishop?
Yes, Roland.
Thanks for coming.
You don't have|to thank me.
Raheem was one|of my best friends.
It's nice to see|people come together
when something bad happens.
Personally, for me, though,
Raheem was like my brother.
I mean, he was|more than a brother.
I mean, we did|everything together,
just kickin' it every day.
If there's|anything I can do,
just let me know.
[Knock On Door]
Who is it?
Hey, Q.
Come on in, man.
I heard about Raheem.
I really liked Raheem.
Did somebody shoot him?
Yeah.
Do you know who?
No, man.
Heard you got arrested.
What? Where'd|you hear that?
From Ishmal.
Who?
Ishmal, from|the second floor.
And Wendy,|Clarence, and Rashid.
No, man. I didn't|get arrested.
Hey, Q!
Oww!
Shut up!
Yo, Q!
Hey, Q!
[Mumbling]
Motherfucker,|you hurt my arm.
What'd you call me?
You heard me!
I told you about|that word, all right?
You got to learn
not to use|that language, man.
Come here, man.|Sit up.
Yo, B, man,|do me a favor.
What?
If Bishop comes by,|tell him I ain't here.
Don't you like Bishop?
Why you ask|so many questions?
'Cause I like Bishop!
Why?
He's cool.
He's cool, huh?
Tell Mr. Coolman,|if he comes by, I ain't here.
What's in it for me?
You get to keep your|own teeth, that's what.
That's no good.
I'm losin' my teeth anyway.
I can't believe this, man.
I'm getting blackmailed|by my own baby brother?
I tell you what.
You like that radio?
Yeah.
It's dope.
Right.
Go ahead.|You can have it.
Really?
You do what I tell you.
Fine by me.
Go ahead. It's yours.
What do you say, man?
Thankyou.
[Bell Rings]
Damn, man.|Has it been that long?
You want to try it again|outside after school, punk?
[Bell Rings]
What's up?
I ain't seen you|in a couple days.
What's been happenin'?
Man, get off that shit.
It's over!
There ain't nothin'|nobody can do about it now.
What do you want|from me, man?
Nothin'!
Just came to see|ifyou was all right,
see how you been doin'.
[Yelling]|Well, I ain't--
I ain't talked to|nobody, all right?
I know. We crew.
Always will be.
I just came to see|what's up.
Let me tell you somethin', B.
I'm only playin'|your fuckin' game
'cause there ain't|shit else to do.
But don't you ever|pull a gun on me again.
I hope I won't have to.
We all go down ifyou do,|'cause we all crew.
Just try me ifyou think|I'm bullshittin'!
Excuse me.
Look at this!
The brother finally decides|to stand up like a man
and throw down.
Too bad Raheem had|to die first, huh?
It's over.
Everything starts from now.
We all go down|unless we stay together.
Ain't no one man above the crew.|You know that shit.
You're crazy, man.
You know what?|When you said that last time,
I was kind of trippin', right?
But now...
you right.
I am crazy.
But you know what else?
I don't give a fuck.
I don't give a fuck|about you,
I don't give a fuck|about Steel,
and I don't give a fuck|about Raheem, either.
I don't give a fuck|about myself.
Look, I ain't shit.
I ain't never|gonna be shit.
And you less|of a man than me,
so soon as I decide|you ain't gonna be shit,
pow.
So be it.
You remember that,|motherfucker,
'cause I'm the one y'all|need to be worried about...
partner.
Baby, can I get you--
Don't do that!
Sorry.
Don't scare me like that.|Watch that shit.
I said I'm sorry.
Didn't your mama teach you|to make yourself known
before entering|a fuckin' room?
Watch your mouth|in my house.
Fuckyou.
I am not one ofyour|high school playmates,
and ifyou cannot|respect me in my house,
then get out|of my house.
Go on! Out!
Come on, nigger.|I got what you need.
Well, well...
Iookee here.
Get the fuck|out of here!
I want to talk|to your sorry ass outside.
Yo, man.
I think Bishop's|lost it, man.
So what else is new, man?
I mean seriously, man.
He was talkin'|some way-out shit,
about how he got more juice than|everybody else on the street,
that everybody learn|not to fuck with him,
or else they end up|like Raheem and Quiles.
He say that shit|in front of people?
No, only to me,|but he meant it, man.
I could see it|in his face.
Somethin's gonna happen.|I feel it.
Yo!
Get the fuck off me!
What's the idea|of tellin' the cops
I killed Raheem?
But I didn't tell|the cops a damn thing.
Don't give me|that shit, man.
They brought me in|for questioning.
And they said|you said...
I did it.
I didn't tell 'em shit!|You got it wrong.
Now, punk, you the one|that got it wrong.
You been askin'|for an ass-kickin'
for a long time.
Raheem ain't here|to protect you no more.
Ha ha ha!
I don't need Raheem or nobody|for no fuckin' punk spic!
What the--
He's fuckin' suicidal.
Ever seen...
Chinatown...
mother...
fucker!
I must've missed it!
Oh, shit!|Get him, man!
[Siren]
Yo, man, you think|he saw us?
Yeah.
What you think|he gonna do?
I think we lost 'em.
Riverside, motherfucker.
[Music Playing]
I'm here to see Sweets.
\ There's got to be|a reason \
\ And we know|the reason why \
\ You try to put on|those airs \
\ And act real cool\
\ But you got to|realize \
\ That you're acting|like fools \
\ Ifthere's music,|we can use it... \\
Ha ha ha!
Uh, excuse me.|Sweets?
Do I know you?
No. Um...
I'm here to, uh...
Come on, come on,|I don't have all night.
I need some protection.
How much we talkin' about?
I got about 25.
Damn, baby, you can't|get a slingshot for that.
Are you|Lorraine Powell's son?
Yes.
Tell your mother|Jackie said hi.
Here.
Come on!
[Machine Shuts Off]
What you do to my machine?
Nothin'.
You fucked up my machine!
What the fuck's|the matter with him?
What do you want?
I was thinkin'|you might like some company.
Well, you thought wrong.
You still here?
Hey!
Yo, man! Damn!
'Bout time you came home.
What you doin' here, man?
I thought we supposed|to meet at the pool hall.
What happened, man?
I thought--
You can help me|make this money back, O.K.?
Yeah.
Just come on.|Stop bein' a punk.
Damn!
[R&B Music Playing]
Something wrong|with the food?
You thinkin' about Raheem?
I know who killed him.
What?
I know who killed Raheem.
Who?
I can't tell you that,|Yolanda.
Did you tell the police?
Hell, no, I ain't|tellin' no police.
You're mixed up in it.
I didn't kill him,|ifthat's what you're thinkin'.
What areyou|gonna do about it?
I don't know.
You don't know?
Excuse me, I thought|he was your best friend.
[Telephone Rings]
[Ring]
[Ring]
Yes?
Oh, hold on.
It's Steel.
What up?
Q, man, I'm at the pool hall|with Bishop, man.
What are you doin' there?|I told you about that.
He met me in my hallway.
What was I supposed to do,|say no?
Just come.|I'm scared as hell.
Who is that?
No--nobod--
Who the fuck is this?
[Dial Tone]
Yo, I'm out.
Wait a minute, Q.
What's up?
I'll speak to you later,|Yolanda.
Q, let me help you.
I got to go.
Ifyou need me,|I'll be at the hospital later.
Cool. Later.
Shit.
Yo, man,|where we goin'?
Just down here.
Stop bein' a punk.
It ain't gonna take|but a minute.
You know, Big Chops...
[Cocks Gun]
I really wanted|all this to work.
But you and Q,
you ain't crew no more.
See?
That's what|it's all about.
See how scared you are?
Don't you get tired|of this shit?
What the fuck|you want from me?
Nothin'.
I'm an ordinary|kind of guy.
I have things|that I could show you--
Excuse us for a minute.
What's happenin',|young blood?
What's up, Trip?
Lookin' for that P-funk.
You seen Qaround?
Mm-mmm. Somethin'|I can do foryou?
Watch that nigger, man.
He on some shit.
I don't know what's|wrong with him.
He ain't been actin'|like hisselflately.
I mean, it kinda hurtin'
because we been best friends|since we was in the second grade!
Did you know that?
I try to talk to him.
He don't even hear me.
He gone.
I mean, I can|look out for myself,
but...
Man, I don't know what|he might do to Steel,
the way he been|actin' lately.
Q my man and everything,|but, uh...
I'll do him in|if I have to.
Word up.
Who is it?
Hello, Mrs. Thurman,|this is Q.
I mean, this is|Quincy Powell.
Is Steel--|Is Eric home?
No. He was supposed to|be home a long time ago.
Damn! Thanks a lot,|Mrs. Thurman.
Shit!
Hey! I want to|talk to you!
Check down the hill.
Thought you'd be lookin'
for transportation|out of town by now.
Hey, Trip, man,
you gotta tell me|what's goin' on, man.
You done slid down|a razor blade
and landed|in an alcohol river.
Word is,|you killed Raheem.
And Quiles.|And Radames.
Bullshit!|You know me better.
I don't know that.
You know me|since I was a kid!
I known lots of killers|since they was kids.
I need you to get word|to Bishop for me.
I'm listenin'.
I want him to meet me|tonight, alone.
When? Where?
1 25th street,|by the Henry Hudson,
by the, uh, diner?
Tell him meet me there|at 1 2:00.
Well, thanks a lot, man.
That's all I got, G.
Damn.
I've gotta stop|this nigger, man.
It's me and him.
Argh!
Don't shoot me!
Please! Please!
[Coughing]
Don't shoot me!
Please! Please!|Don't shoot me!
Damn, man! What the fuck|is happenin' to me?
Excuse me just a minute.
Will you excuse me?
Excuse me.
He's going to be fine.
Steel, it's Yolanda.
What happened?
Bishop shot me.
He shot everybody.
He's tryin' to frame Q.
What's up, partner?
Don't fuckin' move!
Where's the gun?
Heard you copped a piece|from Sweets today.
I ain't come out here|for that.
Don't give me|that bullshit!
Check this here--|I'm not you.
We been tight|since second grade,
but I'm not you.
You want the gun?|I threw it in the river.
You stupid motherfucker.
Man, all this shit|ain't worth it, man!
Yo! You might get me now,
but sooner or later,|it's gonna come back to you!
Nah, brother.|You got it wrong.
See, this is your gun, Q.
You was comin' to get me,
just like you got Raheem,|Radames, Quiles, and Steel.
I'm just the only one man enough|to take it from you.
Self-defense, nigger.
Come on, Bishop.|Let's cut out all this bullshit!
We could end it|right here!
Me and you--|Qand Bishop!
You ain't gotta put on|no front for me, man!
Nah, I ain'ts|got to do nothin'.
You the past, bro.
My time is now.
You ready to die, nigger?
Yeah.
Aah!
What the fuckyou gonna do--|shoot me in the elevator?
Aah!|Aah!
Damn! You O.K., brother?|You O.K.?
[Screaming]
\ Give me somethin'|you can't understand \
\ Give me somethin'|you can't understand \
\ I been goin' on|a dumb trip \
\ Yo, because nothin'|is comin' from it \
\ I'm not gonna waste|no time fuckin' around \
\ Like actually hummin' \
\ Ah, man,|comin' at ya \
\ And ya know|I had to gat ya \
\ Time for some action \
\ Just a fraction|of friction \
\ I got the clearance|to run the interference \
\ Let's get satellite \
\ Shot in a bad light \
\ Check out the gat \
\ And I know|that'll catch you bright \
\ Here's an example,|just a little sample \
\ How I could|just kill a man \
\ One time tried|to come in my home \
\ Take my chrome \
\ I said, yo, it's on \
\ Take cover, son,|oryou're assed out \
\ How'd you like|my chrome? \
\ Then I watch|the rookie pass out \
\ Didn't have to blast out \
\ But I did anyway \
\ Yo, punk have to pay \
\ So I just killed a man \
\ Here is somethin'|you can't understand \
\ How I could just|kill a man \
\ Here is somethin'|you can't understand \
\ How I could just|kill a man \
\ Give me somethin'|you can't understand \
\ How I could just|kill a man \
\ Here is somethin'|you can't understand \
\ How I could just|kill a man \\
Bishop, come here!
You fuckin'--
Come on! Come on!
Fuckyou!
Stop it! Now!
Aah!
Oh!
It's over!
Aah!
Q, don't let me go!
I got you, Bishop, man!|Hold on!
Don't let go!
Hold on, man!
I can't hold on, man!
Aah!
[Thud]
Bishop!
[Siren]
Yo.
You got the juice now, man.
Ha ha ha ha!
You big|fat-headjalopy.
You gotta stop|that lyin'!
'Reckin' crew!
[Music Playing]
[Radio Announcer]|From the streets...
98. 7,, KIIS-FM.
[Announcer]|Cool deejay, baby, look.
Up and down the sounds|in New York City.
But check this out--
Got this new tape|just came in.
First time I ever heard,|I liked it, you'll like it.
Deejay GQ--bust it!
\ Yep, yep, yep \
\ Yep, yep, yep, yep \
\ Yep, yep, yep, yep \
\ Yep, yep, yep, yep \
\ Yep, yep, yep, yep \
\ Hey! You could smoke|a script with a clip \
\ But there 's still no|mountain pie, you know \
\ A-waddin ' up|the church \
\ The naughty, nappy,|nasty nigger \
\ With the nasty|'ho-happy pappy \
\ L ess happy to be nappy \
\ Be a bim bop|1 0 flocks \
\ Hoops and troops|with boots andjail suits \
\ That's how I know|when my headjerks \
\ When I will,|I got open competition \
\ It ain 't dope \
\ Beat your break,|you're broke, you smoke \
\ You take your singer|to your little group \
\ Sooner or later,|you wanna flip \
\ Tell them you all|saw me with a dick \
\ And all that other|Ringling Brothers shit \
\ Sporty, norty,|and enchowa-na \
\ Shit slam, the flimflam \
\ And then jam \
\ You can run,|but you can 't hide \
\ You can 't go far \
\ No matter where you go,|there you are \
\ We gonna break,|we gonna trash \
\ We gonna throw,|we gonna smash \
\ We gonna break,|we gonna trash \
\ We gonna throw,|we gonna smash \
\ Here we go, yo \
\ Hit a nigger,|kill a nigger \
\ We'll come back \
\ See a sucker,|stretch a sucker \
\ Guardyour nap \
\ 'Cause there wasn 't nothin '|till a black man rapped \
\ See your 40 sucker,|guess who 's black? \
\ You tell him|where the city fella fell \
\ Step into the puny fruity|punks catchin ' fillies \
\ I had so many drunks|call me Garon \
\ Motherfucker saw color \
\ Walkin ' from the gutter \
\ Brand-new steady \
\ Heavy as a Chevy \
\ Ready for the pretty petty,|I'm Pretty Freddy \
\ Place your bet|on a threat \
\ The free man 's sweat \
\ What you see|is what you get \
\ We gonna break,|we gonna trash \
\ We gonna throw,|we gonna smash \
\ We gonna break,|we gonna trash \
\ We gonna throw,|we gonna smash \
\ Comin ' round the corner|with my uptown bunch \
\ I bet your bottom dollar|that your bottom bunch jumps \
\ Give it up,|it's a juice thing \
\ A-steppin '|for the rap thing \
\ Workin ' on arrestin '\
\ Weapon-testin '|on who 's steppin '\
\ Ain 't no bluff,|but it ain 't enough \
\ For the funky stuff\
\ Nigger, ifyou're|tough enough \
\ I'll cut your ass|like glass \
\ Then blast you|by the trash \
\ After I laugh,|then I'll dash \
\ You can 't|handle the scandal \
\ Of an uptown vandal \
\ Shootin ' up your toes,|makin 'sandals \
\ Somebody told me|that you own me \
\ But can 't nobody own me \
\ I threw my dirt|on my lonely \
\ We gonna break,|we gonna trash \
\ We gonna throw,|we gonna smash \
\ We gonna break,|we gonna trash \
\ We gonna throw,|we gonna smash \
\ We gonna \
\ We gonna \
\ We gonna \
\ We gonna, we gonna \
\ We gonna, we gonna \
\ We gonna, we gonna... \\
JFK
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