CB4 Page #7

And right behind me, I got my DJ

Stab Master Arson on the cash register.

And over here, I got my

favourite Nubian man, MC Gusto.

- Give 'em a shout-outl

- I didn't wanna...

We're tired of bein'simple-ass rappers.

We livin'our lyricsl

- We livin' it!

- Get back, motherf***er.

Evidence! Get over here.

And just remember, CB4!

- You got it!

- MC Gusto.

- Stab Master Arson. Dead Mike.

- Give me that!

We ain't rappin',

we straight up jackin'! Understand?

- CB4, they're finally real gangsters.

- Real gangsters.

You see this right here?

You break up the group tomorrow.

Or else, it's goin' to everybody, MTV,

the police department, Connie Chung.

Shut up, man.

Now CB4 is over or you're dead.

40 Dog, get rid of this trash, man.

Punk!

I'm callin' this private,

emergency meeting.

I've had it with how sloppy

you two have become.

- What you talkin' about?

- Shut up.

You don't say the words

the way you're supposed to.

You're too spiritual

to rock the crowd.

And Otis, you used to be

the coolest virgin in the world.

But now that you got a little p*ssy,

your mixing has fallen the f*** off.

Gusto broke out ofjail, but that

ain't no reason for you to be buggin.

- Sh*t.

- I'm not buggin'.

I called this private meetin'

and look what happened!

Hey, brothers, calm down.

- You ain't f***in' up on purpose?

- What?

You and Bubba Ack wanna go solo.

But damn, nigga, don't sabotage CB4.

Don't be so selfish, man.

You wanna step off, step the f*** off!

I don't know why you want me

to knock you out, but so be it!

- What you want, man?

- Yo, you're fired!

You can't fire me.

Vote me out like I was voted in!

Otis, throw his ass out!

- F*** this.

- Otis?

All I wanted to do was make music

and hang out with women.

When y'all get your

sh*t straight, come see me.

That's it! Cell Block 4 is through.

You're free to buy

that fool his boat back to Africa.

You did this on purpose, didn't ya?

I'm outta here, man.

Here we go again. Weird Warren's

Video V-V-V-V-Video Countdown.

Word on the street

is CB4, null and void?

MC Gusto spotted in a record store,

armed robbery? What?

This hasn't stopped the rest of the

group from doin' their own thing.

My main man, Dead Mike, solo tip

in his most personal recording yet.

# I'm black, y'all

And I'm black, y'all

# And I'm blacker than black

And I'm black, y'all

# And I'm black, y'all

And I'm black, y'all

# And I'm blacker than black

And I'm black, y'all

# I'm blickety-black blacker than black

Black, I'm blacker than black

# Yo, because I'm black and I'm back

# You want black and I'm black, y'all

# And I'm blackety-black

And I'm black, y'all

# And I'm black, y'all

And I'm black, y'all

# And I'm blackety-black

And I'm black, y'all

# And I'm blickety-black black black

Blacker than black

# Black, black, black,

black, black, y'all

# And I'm black, y'all

And I'm black, y'all

# And I'm blacker than black

Cos I'm black #

Cell Block 4's DJ, Stab Master Arson,

says, "Bang, I got my own thing."

He's callin' his group

Silent But Deadly.

Uhh.

# Stab Master

# Stab Master

# Stab Master

# Stab Master

# You know it, G

# We've been outsmarted

We believe in our song and

# We've been outsmarted

We believe in our song and

# We've been outsmarted

We believe in our song and

# We've been outsmarted

We believe in our song and

# Stab Master

# Stab Master

# Stab Master

# Stab Master

# You know it, G #

- What you up to, Albert?

- Nothin'.

That's what I thought.

How come you're not workin'?

Toaster's workin'. The VCR's workin'.

How come you're not?

- Almost liked it when you rapped.

- Pop, I'm in trouble.

You were in trouble when you decided

being Albert Brown wasn't good enough.

Pop, I'm tired of this MC Gusto thing.

I'm scared. It's over. It's over!

Son, that's the best thing

you've said in a long time.

My life was messed up.

I turned into a monster.

I'd lost my friends.

I'm usin' the word "nigga"

like it's my last name.

Walkin'around callin' women

b*tches and hos. That's not right.

My mother won't even speak to me.

Nothing's goin'right, nothin'.

Nah.

Hey, Queen Latifah.

Go on, girl.

Man, those were the days.

I remember all those groups.

NWA, Ice Cube,

CB4.

Was the lead guy's name Gusto?

- Yes!

- Sh*t! That nigga was a perpetrator!

Gusto and his whole crew

weren't real gangster rappers.

They was as soft as a wet baby's ass.

They're straight-up fakes.

They damn sure weren't no Wackee Dee!

Yeah, boyee!

- Yeah?

- It's me, man, Rip.

Man, I thought

you'd be in Africa by now.

Cousin, this ain't no time to argue.

Trustus is dead.

What? What happened?

Gusto bagged him

eatin'dinner with Sissy.

He shot him?

Hey! Who knows the Heimlich manoeuvre?

- Here, I do.

- No, no, no.

You're not doin' it right.

That's not it. Here, let me try.

- Is he all right?

- He don't look so good.

Trustus.

Thought you got away?

Now you're layin' dead.

But we ain't settled this yet, right?

Where's my money, motherf***er?

Where's my money, motherf***er?

I want my money.

Funeral or no, I want my money!

If I have to give you mouth-to-mouth and

revive your black ass, I want my money!

Hey, look, we need to

go outside and talk. All right?

Look, I'm sorry about

everything that happened.

I shouldn't have let

Gusto scare me like that.

I think it's time we got back together.

It's cool with me, Al.

What about you, Rip?

Brothers...

...let the past be in the past, man.

All right, it's about time

for CB4 to head back to the stage.

We have to do this for Trustus.

We gotta let people

know that CB4 is for real.

I'm with that, but what

we gonna do about Gusto?

Trustus is laying in there

because of this clown.

- We gonna let him get away with that?

- Don't worry. We're gonna get Gusto

and we're gonna get back on stage.

Now, listen to this.

What we have to do...

Yo, when I get finished

with those CB4 kids,

they gonna be CB0.

Yo, hurry up back, man.

- Yeah, who this?

- Hi, Gusto.

This is Sissy.

You remember Sissy, don't you?

How could I forget

the b*tch that ditched me?

Well, that was then

and this is now.

And if you're ready

for something really special,

why don't you meet me

at the Honeyroll Hotel

on Locash Boulevard in an hour?

So you're finally ready

for the big dick, huh?

So, you know,

I've been waiting for this

moment for a real long time.

I just love hearin' about anything...

...long.

You know, I got

a little present for you, babe.

- Yeah?

- It's right over here.

Check it out. Got my Jimmy hat.

Oh, my.

Yeah, nice and large,

baby, just like me.

Nah, baby, you better try this one.

Jokes. Enough with this foreplay.

- I'm gonna get busy, baby.

- Hey, wait a minute.

- What's up?

- Why don't you let me

slip into something

a little more comfortable?

Slip into something

more comfortable?

B*tch, what could be more comfortable

than what you already got on?

Don't worry.

You won't be disappointed.

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