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Thanks, brother. I'll do that, man.

My proud black warrior,

the book costs $14.95 plus sales tax.

Come on, brother! How come this

black power sh*t costs so much money?

The revolution must be marketed.

You're wastin' good money.

I'm investing in my spirituality.

You need to do the same.

The only thing I need

to invest in is getting paid.

Sh*t!

What's up, sweetness?

Hi. I'm Sissy.

S-S-S-S...

The one and only.

I done heard your name

on the lips of many rappers.

That's how I like it.

- Like what?

- Me on a lot of rappers' lips.

I'm a businessman,

and this is a business.

Hey, Trustus.

Trustus! When you gonna let us book

Wackee Dee and Sun Shine in this joint?

We got the hottest spot in all Locash.

I have to admit

this is a wonderful place.

But what you've got to remember

is Wackee Dee is more than a rapper.

Wackee Dee is an entertainer.

Right, baby?

Looky here, man. I plan on givin'

a big party in this place tomorrow.

You understand?

And Wackee Dee is gonna be in the house.

Give me a call tomorrow.

We can talk about it.

Punk! All these record company punks

is a bunch of b*tches.

B*tches.

Damn!

I got my own personal photo gallery

of friends that I've met along the way.

Oh, yeah?

- Would you like to see?

- You know it.

I like to photograph my friends

in a position to please.

Vanilla Spice.

If you know what I'm sayin'.

Get large, and maybe I'll let you

take a picture with me too.

Maybe.

Goddamn!

- What you lookin' at, punk?

- Nothin'. I'm sorry.

- What's your name, b*tch?

- Albert. Albert Brown.

Gusto, I just wanna say thanks a lot

for letting us perform here.

I really appreciate it.

Yeah, baby.

I gots to get up in that.

Silly-ass b*tch. She only go out with

rappers, entertainers, sh*t like that.

She don't know

where to get the real big dick.

Big dick.

Excuse me, Gusto. If Wackee Dee plays

here, could we be the opening act?

- You dismissed.

- Come on, man.

- We're gettin' our sh*t together...

- When I say "go" you go.

Yo, what's going on?

What's up, man?

What, your posse

'spose to be deep now?

Brother, you seem easily upset.

Damn!

- Sh*t.

- I should f*** you up!

Damn.

You better have some cash.

Come on, look.

Fellas, come here! Let me talk to you.

Look, you guys can rap,

but you got nothin' I can sell.

If you get it together, give me a call.

- Where were we?

- What's up, baby?

You know who that was?

That was Trustus Jones!

Trustus Jones,

the motherfuckin' mogul of rap!

That's fine. Maybe in the future,

we can tap that resource.

Right now we got

a very serious problem.

Gusto's is the only place in Locash that

showcases rap. We need to get back in.

You gotta take your Slim-Fast ass

back in there and apologise.

- I don't wanna go in there.

- C'mon, man.

Now, man. C'mon.

B*tch!

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, all right?

"Now, listen, motherf***er.

I'm runnin' sh*t."

Nope. He'll kill me.

"Gusto, you need us, baby."

Nope. He'll slap me.

"Check this out. I'm here to kiss

your ass. Show me where to pucker up."

He's gonna kill me.

Hope this sh*t is better than last time.

My name's attached to this sh*t.

- It's good.

- Yeah, it's good.

40 Dog, get on the door.

Show him the cash.

That's enough for five birds.

Let's see 'em.

- Hey, you got the time?

- Sure, 3.00.

- No!

- Who the f*** is that?

- Don't worry. That kid, Albert.

- What the f*** does he want?

Probably just wanna kiss your ass!

He is an ass-kissin' motherf***er.

It's cool.

Ass-kickin' motherf***er!

Hi, Mr 40 Dog.

I was just wonderin'

if Gusto were around.

Remember where it comes from,

who gets that kind of cash in Locash.

- Gusto, how's it go?

- Freeze! Get down now!

Freeze! Get down! Freeze!

You too!

- Well, happy birthday, Gusto.

- My birthday was last week.

I wanted you to have

something to celebrate.

- Fake-ass Bruce Willis.

- You can let him go.

- He's OK.

- You set me up?

- You set me up?

- I saw him talking to the cops.

You dead, b*tch. Better buy

a black dress for your mama.

- Cell Block 4 is waiting.

- Ain't nothin' but brick and steel.

That can't hold Gusto.

That can't hold Gusto!

Gusto! Gusto! Gusto!

Stay back!

Let's go. Bring him out here.

Gusto! Gusto! Gusto!

I'm gonna get you, punk.

Think it's over?

You embarrassed me like this?

Gusto! Gusto! Gusto!

Now, Gusto was no Nino Brown,

but he was large in Locash.

When I heard them chant his name,

I figured he won't need it anytime soon.

- Brother, I don't know, man.

- Listen to me.

We take Gusto's image,

make ourselves into hard-core rappers.

Then we take stories from Gusto's life.

- Get Trustus Jones to handle us.

- I ain't with it.

- I'm the only one taking a real risk.

- How's that?

Cos from now on

I'll be known as MC Gusto.

We'll be Cell Block 4,

after the joint they threw Gusto in.

You buggin'? You couldn't

pick a name besides that nigga Gusto?

"Nigga"? You already

becomin' a gangster!

No, cousin, I can't let you go

out like that. I'm not havin' it.

- I say we vote on it, and I vote yes.

- I vote no three times.

You only get one vote.

Otis, how you feel?

Otis, you and I both

know it's suicide, man.

Otis, what about Sissy?

Think about Sissy.

I know you want to get in there. Sissy.

That's it.

Assume the position, baby.

I vote yes.

- I wouldn't mind being large a minute.

- What you gonna do?

It's crazy, crazy sh*t!

Yo, listen. Excuse me, man.

Do you work in radio?

- No, nigga.

- Wait a minute. An answering service?

No, nigga.

Eat your big-ass biscuit.

Hey, it don't have to be about all that.

It's your speaking voice.

It's so... familiar.

- Yeah.

- You brothers is all I got. I'm in!

But I gotta tell you, if I get

something better to do, I'm steppin'.

Nigga, please! We're gonna be so large,

make so much money, get so many girlies.

By the time Gusto gets out ofjail,

we'll be so large,

we'll write him a cheque

and tell him to chill.

We can't be so exploitive, now.

- No question!

- Cousin!

# What I look like

What I act like

# What I look like

What I dress like

# What I look like

What I act like

- # What I look like, what I dress like

- Look at that fake motherf***er.

# Wanna, wanna be worse

# F***er bait king

Then they make us all birds

# Pass act give half-lip back

# Fool ain't never seen a Jack

# Cos what I'm from

the real niggaz don't play

# Ain't no way to become OG in a day

# You gotta put in time

You gotta put in work

# Can't be like that just

Just cos of khaki's and a T-shirt

- # What I look like, what I act like...

- Next!

#... what I dress like

# What I look like

What I act like...

OK, guys, I love the image.

But let me ask you one thing.

Are you sure you wanna be Gusto? Why not

something like Ice Pick, Ice Coffee?

- "Ice" is happening now.

- "Ice" my dick.

We're Cell Block 4

and I'm Gusto.

- Take it or leave it.

- All right, guys. Let's get started.

So I want you to sign with us

and you want to sign with us.

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