Big Smoke: |
Hey, you gotta keep it real, man. |
Sweet: |
Man, nobody give a shit about the hood. |
Sweet: |
All they do is sell yay and ruin the place. No crack ever made a gang tight. |
Big Smoke: |
I don't know man. |
Sweet: |
Man, all they care about is smoking and money. |
Big Smoke: |
You can't knock a homie's hustle, Sweet. |
Sweet: |
Them marks ain't soldiers. They're idiots trying to be business men. |
Big Smoke: |
Yeah, but they're down with us, man. |
Sweet: |
All they down with is money. CJ, go down there and show these fools you mean business. This chump from the Ballas is sweating the homies. Go put pressure on them. Just do it. |
CJ: |
We been putting time in the hood but we gotta get the homies back together. Like the old days. |
Sweet: |
Yeah, you right! So you and Ryder go handle your business! Man, they'd slang to their own momma. They don't care about nothing. |
Big Smoke: |
You're naive, my friend. We gotta keep our focus. |
CJ and Ryder leave Sweet's House. |
CJ: |
We need some back up, you seen B Dup? |
Ryder: |
Nah, but him and the home boy Bear, they'd be good to have on our side. |
CJ: |
Oh! Big Bear? Yeah, them base slangers going to be sorry now. |
Ryder: |
Hey, B-Dup is only a couple of blocks away. |
CJ: |
The hood's all messed up, huh? |
Ryder: |
Yeah, you try to get any of these crack heads to help you out. |
CJ: |
No wonder the the Families ain't up on it. |
Ryder: |
Apart from Smoke, Sweet, and you know, yours truly, Grove Street don't bang no more. |
CJ and Ryder enter B-Dup's apartment block. |
Ryder: |
Hey, slow down, fool. You don't even know which door it is. |
CJ: |
Whatever, man. This it? |
Ryder: |
Yeah, this it right here. |
CJ: |
(knocks) Open up! You sure he still live here? |
Ryder: |
Fool, I told you, this it. |
B-Dup: |
Who the fuck is it? CJ? What the fuck you want? Get the fuck outta here. |
CJ: |
Wait, hold up man! What happened to "4 life, ni**a"? |
B-Dup: |
The only that matters is the hood, homie, but you'll never understand what getting this money is like. You know what, man? Get the fuck outta here before you be laying on your back. Big Bear, come check this fool. |
CJ: |
Hey, Bear? Big Bear, that's you? Hey, you still from the hood, homie, or what? |
B-Dup: |
Nah, the only thing Bear give a fuck about is smoking and keeping my house clean. Ain't that right, Big Bear? |
Big Bear: |
Hell yeah, sir! |
B-Dup: |
Now go make that motherfucking toilet sparkle. |
CJ: |
No man, Bear, come on! |
Big Bear: |
Everyone likes to party sometimes, CJ. I'll see you around. |
B-Dup: |
Stay the fuck from around here...punk! |
CJ: |
Hey, ni**a, fuck you! |
CJ and Ryder leave the apartment block. |
Ryder: |
Damn...this shit's fucked up. |
CJ: |
I see what you mean now, man. If crack can do that to Big Bear, turn him into a base slave, the average motherfucker ain't got a chance. |
Ryder: |
Damn dope fiends and drug addicts everywhere in this city. Piss me off. |
CJ: |
Look like it's up to us then. |
CJ and Ryder leave B-Dup's house. |
Ryder: |
Let's just cruise through the hood and find us somebody selling. |
CJ and Ryder drive around the block and find a GSF member buying from a crack dealer. |
Ryder: |
Hey, check it out! Somebody's selling to one of the homies. |
Crack Dealer: |
Hey partner I'm working man, what you need, what you need dog? Dog, I got quality shit right here. |
CJ and Ryder kill the crack dealer. |
Ryder: |
Man, I know this cat! He's a punk, used to run with a Front Yard Balla OG from Idlewood. I know his place, it's just across the tracks there. Let's check it out. |
CJ: |
Hey, ain't that Front Yard turf? |
Ryder: |
Man, are you a busta? |
CJ stamps on the dealer's head, making him drop his Baseball Bat, then he and Ryder head to the Crack Den. |
Ryder: |
Hey, grab hold of that bat over there. |
CJ: |
Man, we're on a serious mission now. |
Ryder: |
Man, don't sweat it homie, everybody in the hood knows Ballas are pussies. |
CJ and Ryder arrive at the Crack Den. |
Ryder: |
Oo-ee! Man, you can smell a crack den a mile away! |
CJ: |
Yeah, let's shoot through and introduce ourselves. |
CJ and Ryder enter the crack den to find Ballas and prostitutes laying around. |
Ryder: |
Good afternoon, Balla dope pushers! Grove Street OG's come to do damage! |
Ryder hits one of the Ballas gang members on drugs. |
Crack Dealer: |
Fuck them Grove Street fools! |
Ballas member: |
Grove Street's going down! |
Ryder: |
Ninja these motherfuckers! |
CJ and Ryder defeat the crack heads and leave the den. They set off back to Grove Street. |
CJ: |
Now Ballas know Grove Street Families on their way back up. |
Ryder: |
For sure, homie and what's more, you didn't even run out on me. Time's changing... |
CJ: |
Aw man, they gonna be mad at us. |
Ryder: |
Man, I'll warn the gang later. For now, let's just bask in the silence of victory, motherfucker. |
CJ and Ryder return to Grove Street. |
Ryder: |
Now that the base ain't getting pushed up in their faces, maybe these fools should be up for some real banging. |
CJ: |
Yeah, Grove gonna get back on it's feet now for sure though. |
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