CJ: |
What's happening with 'chu Ryder? |
Big Smoke: |
Respect has to be earned, Sweet, just like money. |
Sweet: |
So what 'chu saying, you don't respect me? |
Big Smoke: |
What I'm saying is... |
Big Smoke: |
...I'm hungry! Carl, you look a little thin man, you gotta be hungry man. |
Ryder: |
Look at 'chu fools trying to eat. How about some tacos? |
Sweet: |
Tacos again? Hell no. |
Big Smoke: |
Chicken man, no discussion. |
Ryder: |
Man, I don't want no chicken. |
Sweet: |
Carl, you drive, Smoke looks like he's gonna pass out. |
CJ: |
How'd Moms get killed? We gotta talk about it. |
Ryder: |
We all gotta talk about it, they was going for Sweet. |
Big Smoke: |
How you supposed to know that? You know what people are like, say they have love for you but won't say a word. Too damn scared. |
Ryder: |
Some people say they saw a green Sabre doing the work, then speeding away. |
Big Smoke: |
Yeah, but people like to talk, don't they? Anyway, that's half of Santos you talkin' about. |
Ryder: |
Yeah, you right, my bad. |
Sweet: |
They just sprayed the house. I ain't seen shit. |
CJ, Sweet, Smoke and Ryder arrive at Cluckin' Bell at the drive-thru. |
Voice Comm: |
Can I take your order please? |
Big Smoke: |
Carl, what do you want? You gotta eat to keep your strength up, man. |
CJ: |
Ey, I'll take a number 9, fat boy. |
Ryder: |
Gimme a number 9, just like his. |
Sweet: |
Let me get a number 6 with extra dip. |
Big Smoke: |
I'll have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese and a large soda. |
CJ: |
Hey, sorry bro, you know I gotta know about moms. |
Sweet: |
I know CJ, I know. I mean I'm just trying not to think about it, is all. I mean, I didn't even know she was hit until it was all over... |
Big Smoke: |
Yeah, right, right, right, right, right, right. Let's eat. |
They start to pull away from the drive-thru. |
Ryder: |
Hey, don't we got beef around here? We been getting into it with these fools. |
Big Smoke: |
I can't stand cold food. Unlike you, I ain't never ate from a trash can. |
CJ: |
Oh shit, trash can bitch! |
Ryder: |
Hey, hey, look! Kilo Trays scoping us out! |
Sweet: |
Damn Ryder, you a jinx! |
CJ: |
Shit, them motherfuckers headed to the hood! |
The Voodoo turns around as the Ballas prepare to perform a drive-by on the GSF members in the Greenwood. |
CJ begins chasing the Ballas while Sweet and Ryder shoot at them. Big Smoke continues to eat his meal. |
Sweet: |
Hit it! Go, go, go! Hit the gas, we gotta ice these ni**as! |
Ryder: |
Why you ain't blastin' Smoke? |
Big Smoke: |
I'll shoot 'em when I'm done eatin'. |
CJ: |
Quit stuffin' your motherfuckin' mouth! Let's go! |
Big Smoke: |
I ain't stuffin' it homie, I'm enjoyin' my meal. Hey, kill that asshole! Shit, this a great sandwich! |
Ryder: |
Smoke! Stop stuffin' your face and start popping them Ballas! |
Big Smoke: |
I'm just enjoying my food! |
Sweet: |
And them fools are trying to enjoy our deaths! Now, c'mon, Smoke, shoot! |
Big Smoke: |
Hey, I'm just finishing my fries! |
Ryder: |
Oh shit, you got ketchup all over the seat! |
Big Smoke: |
The business at hand motherfucker, the business at hand! |
Ryder: |
But these was clean pants! |
If CJ keeps crashing the car... |
Ryder: |
CJ, watch the damn road! |
Big Smoke: |
Chill, motherfucker! This ain't a Sunday drive situation! |
Ryder: |
My soda! It's all over the fucking floor! |
Sweet: |
Well you can suck it up once we're done! Now keep your eyes on the Ballas car! |
CJ, Sweet and Ryder kill the Ballas and head back to Sweet's house. |
Ryder: |
Damn, that was some serious shit! |
Sweet: |
Yeah man, those Ballas fools won't try that again! Come on, let's get back to the Grove. |
Big Smoke: |
Man, that food filled the hole! |
Ryder: |
You chubby motherfucker! Next time you better blast or I blast you myself! |
Sweet: |
Smoke, you wide, man, I mean wide! |
Big Smoke: |
Yeah, and that's why you love me, baby! |
Carl drives back to Grove Street. |
Big Smoke: |
That's one up for the Grove! |
Ryder: |
Say what, Smoke? All you managed to do was eat my damn food up! |
Big Smoke: |
Yeah, it was gettin' cold! |
Sweet: |
Y'all comin' in for a beer? |
Big Smoke: |
Nah baby, I need to get back to the crib. CJ, gimme a ride? |
CJ: |
Alright Smoke, let's go. See y'all later. |
CJ: |
What was with you back there, Smoke? |
Big Smoke: |
Man, if you can eat your food, while everyone else is losing theirs and blaming you, you straight homie. |
Big Smoke: |
Nothin', nothin'. Just some poetry i read. |
CJ: |
Hey Smoke, tell me why you moved out the Grove? |
Big Smoke: |
Man, got some money from my aunt - i mean it's a nice place and all, but the Grove is in my heart, baby - it's where my dogs is at. |
CJ and Big Smoke stop at Big Smoke's Home. |
Big Smoke: |
Hey thanks, Carl. Hey, I've missed having you around, baby. |
CJ: |
Thanks, man. I wish Sweet thought like that. |
Big Smoke: |
He don't mean it, CJ. He's still real tor' up about your Moms, man. Here, get yourself a little smokey smoke on Smoke, and relax, homie. |
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