Blood and Bone

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It might not be any of my business,

but JC's crew's headed this way

to bump you, and they all got shanks.

I know.

- Go, get out.

- Be good, homie.

- Out of my road, nigga!

- Yeah.

See this motherf***er right here?

This motherf***er think he special.

- Wanna be left alone and sh*t.

- F***ing yeah.

Don't wanna be mobbed out

with the rest of us niggas,

like we ain't sh*t.

You understand what I'm saying?

Sh*t don't work like that around here,

homeboy.

Yeah, you going with the pack,

you the pack b*tch.

Feel me?

He kind of tight, too.

That sh*t don't mean nothing

round here though, player.

I've seen a whole lot of built motherfuckers

get their ass bent over up in here every day.

You understand what I'm telling you?

I'm talking to you, partner.

You got to the count of five.

- This motherf***er talking to me?

- One.

You hear this motherf***er?

Two.

- You hear this motherf***er?

- Three.

You just signed

your own death certificate, player.

Goddamn.

Sh*t.

I need you to deliver a message.

I want you to tell every motherf***er

behind these walls

that if they get the notion to f*** with me,

don't.

Man, you know it's hotter

than a motherf***er out here.

Then tell your mother to stick her fat ass

out the window and give us some shade.

F*** you, nigga.

- Sh*t, here she comes.

- Hey!

Hi.

Are you tweaking? You all right?

Y'all holding?

- Yeah, what you think?

- Yeah, baby. You got some Swiss?

- Count this sh*t.

- Let me count that. Let me count that.

- Make sure she does.

- Good?

All crinkled up and sh*t.

Yeah, give it to her.

Hey!

You all get off my block before I call

the police on your asses again.

F*** you,

you old Fred Sanford-looking ass.

Yeah, yo. Take your ass back to TV Land,

you Nick-at-Nite-looking motherf***er.

Peace, homie.

Checkmate.

See, I told you I'm always thinking

three moves ahead.

Thanks, baby.

You know, this thinking generates heat.

Thank Jesus for the shade.

You looking for a room, mister?

Yeah.

Yeah, come on.

Hey, Tamara, there's a fellow here

looking for a room.

Jared, it's time for dinner, baby.

Can I help you?

Sign says "Room for rent. "

It may need a little airing out.

This is just fine.

You know, since I keep kids, I have rules.

No gangsters, no guns, no loud music

and no women in or out.

So this may not be the type of place

that you're looking for.

This seems like

just the kind of place I'm looking for.

So what's your name?

Call me Bone.

Well, Mr. Bone...

Ante up.

I'm not taking a chance on you, am I,

Mr. Bone?

No.

Bone.

Come on, big fella.

Yeah, baby.

Yeah, bust his f***ing ass.

D*cks on the wall!

And the winner, coming straight from

the New York City penal system,

the homicidal homosexual,

the savage f*ggot,

the queer that inspires fear,

the butt-battling bandit,

Mommie Dearest!

D*cks on the walls, baby!

Here we go. You up next.

Hey, this is serious. This ain't no joke.

I'm ready.

Let's get this show on the road.

Yo. What up?

We got three to one.

Ladies and gentlemen,

niggas and b*tches,

next up we got the man from

the Lone Star State,

the raging redneck, half man, half steer,

a shotgun and a bottle of beer, b*tch.

This motherf***er,

this motherf***er right here's so raw,

he eats steaks directly off live bulls' asses.

I'm talking about the killer from

Dallas' grassy knoll.

Giddy-up, y'all, for the Cowboy!

Nigga better be on tonight,

'cause he's going up against

the baddest of the bad.

Oh, yeah. I know you all know

what I'm talking about, right? Right?

I'm talking about the unholy combination

- from the Zulu nation.

- We got three to one.

Yeah, three to one.

You got 10 G on Hammer? All right.

We're in the pipe, baby. Five by five.

The Hammerman!

Okay, cuz, here we go.

I know he's a big motherf***er.

That is a big motherf***er,

but you are faster, man.

You're way faster.

All you gotta do is stick and move,

stick and move, bob and weave,

like I told you.

Are you ready?

Get him. Kill him.

I ain't scared of him.

Dumbass motherf***er.

Knuckle up!

Hammer, it's over! Hammer, it's over!

It's over! Hammer, enough. It's over!

It's over.

And the winner, once again,

the Hammerman.

What can I say?

You've still got

one of the hardest hitters in the streets.

Tell me about it.

Well, ain't you gonna count it?

I trust you, Pinball.

Do I have a reason not to?

No.

Good.

F***.

Don't.

What the f*** you want?

What you want? My rims?

No, I don't want your rims.

Well, then, what the f***?

I wanna fight with Hammerman.

Oh, yeah, and I wanna f*** Beyonce.

Looks like you need a new fighter.

So, you a fighter.

Yeah, you know what?

I could sling fifty cents of nickels

outside this car and hit ten fighters,

ain't one that can f*** with Hammerman.

What the f***'s so special about you?

Set me up a fight and I'll show you.

Well, first of all, it's gonna cost

at least 20 large to set up a fight.

Second, Hammer don't f*** with no scrubs.

You ain't got no name,

you ain't got nothing.

Who the f*** you think you are?

And third, you think

I'm gonna put up my own money

for a fighter I ain't never seen fight?

Sh*t, you must be smoking that

new kind of crack.

$260.

Get me a fight with anyone.

- What's in it for me?

-20%.

Use your own money, you get 40.

Yeah.

James, Franklin here.

I'd like you to pay

our old friend Darryl a visit tonight.

Okay.

- I'll handle it.

- By the way, nice suit

You out of here, James?

Yeah, a few things to take care of.

You know how it is.

You're looking kind of hard there,

ain't you, family?

Hard not to.

Yeah.

Angela.

James, you ain't met my new fighter

yet, huh? This is...

What the f*** they call you, anyway?

- Bone.

- Bone. Bone.

I call him Bone because

that's what he breaking when he hits.

In your ass, little Asian Liberace.

Teddy.

Boys, let's break it up.

Let me give you a piece of advice.

You'd just as soon

glue mouse ears to your balls

and dangle them

in front of an angry alley cat

than f*** with that girl.

What?

Don't you ever do that again.

- What?

- Don't pretend like you don't know.

What?

Say "what" one more time.

Say "what" one more time

like you don't know.

What the f*** do you mean?

James, where we going?

Darryl's.

You all wanna go to Darryl's?

I hear Shelly's cooking.

Take her home.

Let's roll, let's roll.

Come on, Angela, let's go.

Man, I got $260. I got $260.

Give me ten to one.

- No, baby, no, baby. Five to one.

- Come on.

- Five to one.

- Huh? You killing me, D.

That's the best odds you're gonna get

for a scrub.

All right then. Let's do this.

Five to one, and that suit.

Hey, yo, gather round.

Gather round, everybody.

We got one more matchup tonight.

Gather round

because there's a new kid in town.

Y'all didn't know,

he was sent to serve somebody.

Yo, Big L, you ready?

Big L, whoop his ass!

Yeah, baby, break a bone, baby.

Break a bone.

All right, then.

Knuckle up!

Yo, Deke,

give me that motherfucking money...

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