(Big Smoke, Sweet and Ryder are in Sweet's house)
Big Smoke: Hey, you got to keep it real, man
Sweet: Man, nobody gives a shit about the hood
Big Smoke: I do
Sweet: All they do is sell yay and ruin the place. No crack's ever made a gang tight
Big Smoke: I don't know, man
(CJ enters)
CJ: What's up, y'all
Sweet: What's up, CJ
Ryder: What's cracking
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. These chumps from the Ballas are sweating the homies'. Go put pressure on them. Just do it
CJ: We've been putting time in the hood but we've got to get the homies' back together like the old days
Sweet: Yeah, you're 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 naïve, my friend. We've got to keep our focus
(Walking out)
CJ: We need some back up. You seen B Dup
Ryder: Nah, but him and the home boy Bear'd be good to have on our side
CJ: Oh. Big Bear. Yeah, them base slangers' going to be sorry now
(Mission)
Ryder: Hey, slow down, fool. You don't even know which door it is
CJ: Whatever, man. This it
Ryder: Yeah, this is it right here
(Knocking)
CJ: Open up. You sure he still live here
Ryder: Fool, I told you this it
CJ: Open up
B Dup: (Behind door) Who the fuck is it
(Open's door) CJ. What the fuck you want. Get the fuck out of here
CJ: Wait, hold up, man. What happened to for life, nigger
B Dup: The only thing that matters is the hood, homie, but you'll never understand what getting this money is like. You know what, man. Get the fuck out of 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 gives a fuck about is smoking and keeping my house clean. Ain't that right, Big Bear
Big Bear: Hell yeah
B Dup: Hell yeah, what
Big Bear: Hell, yeah, sir
B Dup: Now go make that motherfucking toilet sparkle
CJ: Oh 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, nigger, fuck you
(Walking out)
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: Looks like it's up to us then
(Mission)
Ryder] Hey, check it out. Somebody's selling to one of the homie's. Hey, 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: Eh, ain't that Front Yard turf
[Ryder: Man, are you a buster
CJ: No, I'm down, homie
Ryder: Man, you can smell a crack than a mile away. Good afternoon Balla dope pushers. Grove Street OG's come to do damage
Balla: Fuck them Grove Street fools
(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's going to get back on its feet now for sure, though
Ryder: Later, homie
