Chapter & Verse Page #4

get up out the path

If not that,

here's a dancefloor,

come move that ass

Non-believers,

you can check the stats

I roll with Shaheed

and the brother Abstract

Niggas know the time

when Quest is in the jam

I never let a statue

tell me how nice I am

Coming with more hits

than the Braves

and the Yankees

Live mad phat

like an oversized mampi

The wackest crews try to dis,

it makes me laugh

When my track record's longer

than a DC-20 aircraft

So, next time that you think

you want something here

Make something def

or take that garbage

to St. Elsewhere

Ingram, get your stuff,

meet me in the parking lot.

(sighs)

I shouldn't be making

these damn drop-offs.

But Santiago bails on me

for a construction job.

You can't drive.

- I need to get some real help.

- I can drive.

Then why have you been

wasting your time

in the subways?

I ain't got no license.

Oh-oh-oh, are you kid--

I'ma-- Get out.

I'm not trying to

violate my parole.

Don't worry about it.

It's all right.

- My brother's

a police sergeant.

- Figures.

- Missy Maddy James?

- Okay.

Excuse me.

Doctor:
How's your back

on a scale of 1-10 pain-wise?

Um...

some days,

it can get up to a seven.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Okay.

All right,

let's take a listen.

- Okay.

- Take a deep breath for me.

And let it out slowly.

- (exhales sharply)

- Okay.

(music playing)

- We got tore up

from the floor up.

- (laughing)

We go up on the deck

of the ship,

and, uh, the moonlight

is bouncing off the water.

- (laughing)

- And the cool breeze

of the island.

Man, it was something.

- There you go, blood.

- Oh, I'll tell you.

You make me look

like new money.

- With the same old story.

- (laughing)

- My man.

- Go to see you, blood.

Good to be seen.

Here, take this right here.

- Okay, brother.

- Khalif, you finished?

- No, sir.

- Well, then keep going,

brother.

All right.

- How we looking, L?

- Just about set.

Computer's running faster,

files are backed up.

Love it.

How 'bout my photos?

You check those out?

I know you did.

Don't lie to me.

Oh.

My man, can you flip that?

You know, rotate it,

make it a screensaver.

Jomo, you messing with

all these women?

Come on, man,

this is just the honey list.

- "The honey list"?

- The honey list.

Come on, man,

I'm single, all right?

I like the drink ginseng,

all right?

Rule number one-- if you got

a gift to share, you share it.

Whether it's cutting hair

or, you know, cutting

something else.

- Got it.

- (laughs)

Let me holler

at you for a minute.

I got something for you.

Take care of you, L.

Come on, man,

that ain't nothing.

Don't sweat that.

Just keep it around

the store for security.

I got shorties in here.

- Here.

- I'm good.

Man, I would be paying

a regular repairman.

So I'd rather pay my friend.

Come here.

Uh, give me a haircut.

- That's how you want

to handle it?

- Yeah.

Dig that.

What are we looking at?

What do we want?

Uh, let's get a little

closer on the sides.

- Closer on the sides.

- Take some off the back.

- Sh*t! F*** this sh*t!

- (controller clatters)

- Busted-ass game.

- Yo, you gonna break

my aunt's TV.

Man, f*** your aunt's TV, too.

She gonna sell it

for some crack anyway.

(laughing)

- I'm hungry as hell, yo.

- Word.

Yeah.

Yeah, let me get an order of

wings and some fried rice.

- Some ribs.

- Some ribs.

- Pepper steak.

- Pepper steak.

- What you want?

- I ain't got no money.

Come on, what you want, nigga?

Wings.

Make that two orders of wings.

460 Malcolm X Boulevard

apartment 14C.

- Like Ching Chou and sh*t.

- (laughing)

Let me see that blunt, bro.

You smoking it like...

Yo. Here, Ty.

Yeah.

What I tell you?

You know you want this sh*t.

(coughing)

- 'Bout to get Ty high as hell.

- (laughing)

Yo, go get that food.

You trying to get stripes

or what, nigga?

Take it.

- Yo.

- (man mutters)

- Give it up!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Yo, shut the f*** up.

Yo, get that nigga's sh*t.

(man grunting)

Help!

- Yo, pop this nigga.

- Help! Help!

(shouting)

Help! They robbed me!

Hey, go after them!

Hey, boss,

you see anything?

Hey, come here.

You sure you didn't

see anything?

Hey! Come here!

- No!

- Listen.

I'm tired of you and your

little gangster-wannabe boys

doing stupid sh*t

in my vicinity.

I ain't going back to

the joint for nobody.

- You hear me?

- Yo, man, get off me!

- You hear me?

- (grunts)

Ingram, come here.

You tested positive

for marijuana.

I hear you're doing good

at your job.

You make your curfew

every night.

Why you getting high?

I guess I'm just

a non-deserving f***-up.

Well, at least you

didn't try to play me

with no dumbass

jailhouse psychology.

Turn around.

I'll write it up as

a category four violation.

The parole board will probably

hit you with six months.

Thanks.

I can't do nothing

with these on.

(computer chimes)

There you go.

I'm gonna let

this one go, Ingram.

You violate again,

I personally drive you

back to Green Haven.

Thanks.

Choir:

When I was down

Out

Lord

He kept me

- (applause)

- That will be

the mark you leave

with your misty,

vapory self

who appears for a little while,

and then is gone.

Be grateful for your life.

Don't get hung up

on what you've done wrong.

Focus on the life you have.

And I dare you,

I challenge you to live.

- Live, live, live.

- (chanting "live")

Live.

The universe...

At the fork in the road

At the end of my rope

In the eye of the storm...

(music playing)

(no audible dialogue)

So, Lance,

what are you doing?

- Eating chicken.

- With a knife and a fork?

Yeah.

I took an etiquette class

while I was away.

This lady volunteered.

She came in a couple times.

- A white lady?

- Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

And she told you

you need to eat

fried chicken

- with a knife and a fork?

- Well, yeah.

She probably had you eating

cornbread with a spoon.

(laughing)

- Ty:
Oh, hi, Miss Reynolds.

- Oh, Darlene!

- Darlene, you made it.

- I'm sorry I'm late.

Second services

were long today.

I ain't know

you worked out.

Look...

I'm sorry about the way

I came at you the other day.

Yeah, that was real f***ed up,

you know what I'm saying?

Thought about getting my hammer

and put it to your head.

Like I said, I'm sorry.

Well, uh, I tell

the people my best friend

of 20-some-odd years,

he repairs computers,

so they dropped off

their computers.

You decide

what to charge 'em.

Did you ask them

what was wrong with 'em?

Come on, does it look like

my head is made of wood?

No, all right?

They wrote down what

the problem was and they

put their name next to it.

There's the Bible.

I don't have a workshop.

Use the back storeroom.

Just clean it out.

(sighs)

I need some more tools

and a slave computer.

I ain't got

no slave in here.

It's a figure

of speech, man.

I need a good computer

so I can diagnose what is

wrong with the bad ones.

Oh, okay, word.

Like chicks, I get it.

- All right.

- What's your split?

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