Carl Johnson enters Ryder's House.
Carl Hey, Ryder! This nigga's loaded... Ryder!
Ryder Yeeaahh, CJ... Hey, CJ, tell me why I didn't finish high school.
Carl Because you been dealing drugs, man, since the age of ten!
Ryder No, that ain't it.
Carl Because you went and put hands on that teacher for wearing Ballas colors!
Ryder No, that ain't it either. It's 'cause I'm too intelligent for this shit, man. I am the real deal, fool. Oh yeah. A genius.
Carl Oh, oh yeah...
Ryder Who has more straps than anybody? Who has all the straps, huh?
Carl A man with a lot of guns? Shit, I give up.
Ryder The army, my nigga, the army! Let's go.
Carl Yeah... Yeah!
Ryder Go hit the wet, nigga.
Carl Get that outta my face, man.
Ryder Go hit the wet!
Carl You know I don't fuck with that, man. C'mon!
Ryder Busta!(not actually in subtitles.)
While in the van.
Ryder You think you can roll this van without killing us both?
Carl Hey, Ryder, where we going?
Ryder Ocean Docks.
Carl How we get this van? It wasn't outside when I came through.
Ryder My homie LB, he's like a clockwork ninja! Real dependable. Unlike some of you motherfuckers...
Carl Give it a rest, man! I lost my little brother, and now I lost my Moms.
Carl Don't matter how much shit this city throws at you, CJ, you gotta stick by your homies!
Carl Yeah, I guess...
They arrive at the destination.
Ryder This is the spot - National Guard Depot.
CJ Man, this shit look real serious. Are we up for this?
Ryder It's National Guard, fool! Weekend soldiers! Ain't no match for Grove Street OG's! Now get in there and open the damn gate!
CJ climbs over the wall and opens the gate.
Soldier Hey, stop where you are!
Ryder *CJ destroys the switch to open the gate* Nice job, CJ, thought that was a suicide mission for sure! Now open the warehouse and keep these motherfuckers busy!
Soldier We got an intruder, sound the alarm!
CJ *Opens warehouse door* Yeah, open for business. Back that van up in here.
Ryder *Parks Mule in front of warehouse and gets out* I'll watch our backs while you use the forklift to collect the crates. OK, homie, let's load this shit up!
CJ uses Forklift to put crates into Mule, whiel Ryder shoots National Guard soldiers.
Ryder Shit, CJ, shit! There's too many damned weekend soldiers! *After CJ collects all crates inside warehouse* They got more crates outside, CJ! They're crawling out the woodwork! Punk-ass National Guard!
CJ loads six crates into Mule. Ryder jumps to the back of the van and CJ drives them to the lockup at Emmet's place.
Ryder C'mon, CJ, we got enough! CJ, get up in front and drive us outta here! They got a storage garage up in Willowfield! Go! *Two Patriots show up* Damn, man, these idiots just don't give up!
CJ What's happening back there?
Ryder These part time soldiers got a chip on their shoulders!
CJ Nice rhymes, man. Hey, we're real heavy, toss some crates!
Ryder A'ight, check it out. Sound the horn, I'll throw a crate at 'em.
CJ I ain't rolling with you no more, man, 'til you off that water, homie. It mess with your mind.
Ryder Whatever you say, fool. You don't know what's going on.
CJ And what that mean?
Ryder I ain't listening to no more of your bullshit. We got the guns. You ain't no gangster, homie. You want it smooth? You don't want no trouble. I keep it real.
CJ You wouldn't know real if it came and hit you in your cheeks, homie, which it could do, if it gave you a hit first.
Ryder I ain't listening to you, Carl.
CJ and Ryder stop the van at Emmet's place.
Ryder That shit was tight!
CJ Tight? Man, that shit was shit.
Ryder Man, you say you down for the homies, but all you do is complain.