Gimme the Loot

Sh*t.

Hey!

- Oh, sh*t!

- Hey!

Yo, Champ, get out of here!

Pull out!

Pull out, Champion!

Now! Now! Now! Now! Now!

# Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy

# Get ready, everybody

# Let's shimmy

# All the shimmying

that we do #

Right now, it's time for our

latest tales from the street,

and I'm here with my man

the legendary Speedy.

What's going on, Base?

How you doing?

I'm good.

How are you?

- Chillin', chillin'.

- All right, cool.

So what's this crazy-ass sh*t

that happened out in Queens

last week?

Yeah, so me and my boy Rox,

we go out to Shea Stadium

to catch a Mets game, you know,

but for us, it ain't even about

watching the Mets.

We bring in these cans

'cause we trying

to bomb the apple.

Why are you trying

to bomb the apple?

Explain what the apple is

for everybody.

Well, anybody who's living

up in this fine city knows

anytime someone on the Mets

hits a home run,

this goofy-ass apple

pops out of the-

pops out of the stands,

and everybody goes crazy.

It's corny,

but I'm a f***ing Mets fan.

- No, f*** the Mets.

- Don't disrespect the Mets.

All right, all right,

it's your show,

so I'ma let that slide.

But seriously, yo, you know,

I mean, we've hit walls.

We've hit subways before.

But if you hit the apple

when it pops up,

the whole crowd sees it.

Everybody watching on TV

sees it.

All of New York

will see that sh*t.

That's gonna be, like, forever.

We had to wait until about,

like, 4:
00 in the morning.

We go over there

to center field,

we hop the fence,

and there it is-

boom, the apple.

You know,

I'm right underneath it.

I can see it.

I can touch it.

We're ready to go,

and then, man,

flashlights are all over us.

There was mad cops,

so we just bounced, right?

I'm running one way.

Rox is running the other way.

I think I'm in the clear,

but, like, I had to-

I caught a charge.

You gonna try to bomb

that apple again?

Hell yeah, I'm gonna try

and bomb that apple again!

Yo, I'm a constant opportunist,

so if the situation arises,

then hell yeah.

But honestly, even if it's not

Speedy or Rox that do it,

somebody's gonna bomb

that apple,

and they gonna get mad props

in the game.

Their names are gonna ring out

in our world.

# Ah, the shimmy

is what's happening

# To everybody

# Shimmy

# Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy,

shimmy #

A'ight, yo, let's go.

Buffing our sh*t?

Who the f***

they think they are?

Yo, that's what I'm saying, man.

I gotta get me

one of those Queens boys, man.

You gonna get you one of them

Queens toys and do what?

I'ma f***-yo.

I take care of my sh*t.

You don't know.

Gus, let me get two slices.

You know, I don't know.

What, you a gangster?

What, you a thug now?

When I need to be.

Yo, don't let me catch

one of these motherfuckers

buffing our pieces.

I'ma come up behind 'em

with some GoodFellas sh*t.

They not gonna see it comin'.

Put, like, two

in the back of they head.

Easy, just-

First of all,

nobody in they right mind

is gonna give you a gun.

It's not funny.

And second of all,

if you gonna shoot somebody,

you shoot them in the eye

like a f***in' man.

Be the last thing they see

before they drop,

not like them f***in'

"GodFellas" pussies.

Yo, whatever, as long as they

get got, yo, I'm f***in'-

Stupid-ass Mets fans, yo.

I'm tired of them and that

f***ing buffing our sh*t

with that dumb-ass Mets logo.

And I'm really sick

of that f***ing corny

blue and orange on everything.

That sh*t... that sh*t is...

We gotta do something.

We have to.

All right,

listen, listen, listen.

So this is what we gon' do.

Don't your brother

train some boxer

that work at Shea Stadium?

You mean Citi Field,

where the Mets play at?

Citi Field?

I'm not calling it

after some stupid bank.

It's called Shea Stadium.

And do you know

the nigga or not?

- Who?

- "Who?"

F***ing Pedro or some sh*t?

Yeah, yeah, Pedro,

he works, like, at Shea, like,

off-game security when the Mets

is out of town and sh*t.

But who the f*** cares?

F*** Pedro.

- And f*** the Mets too.

- F*** the Mets.

That's exactly

what the f*** I'm saying.

So look,

this is what you gon' do.

You gonna call Pedro.

He gonna sneak us in.

We gonna bomb

that stupid-ass apple.

Then when they get a home run,

everybody gonna see our names

on that sh*t, right?

And who gonna be on our dick?

Them Queens niggas.

Yo, you f***ing crazy!

No, I'm f***ing serious.

Yo, that's brilliant.

That's brilliant.

Yo, we gonna be so famous

off this sh*t.

We gonna be legends.

They gonna make a f***ing statue

of me in Central Park,

holding a spray can,

holding my sac like this.

You're retarded.

And I'ma get so much ass

off of this, Sofia.

I'ma get so much p*ssy, like...

If I never got p*ssy before,

now is the time.

Like you said,

never got it before,

and you never gon' get it.

What?

All right, Pedro,

we gonna get it done.

We gonna get it done.

We'll meet you at the stadium

Friday morning.

All right.

Yo, good looking, Sal.

Okay, take care, huh?

You too.

Yo, what happened?

You already know

I got it done.

Come on.

We just gotta do it before, like-

we gotta do it

by Friday morning,

'cause they come back.

A'ight, that's, like, what,

two days?

- That's no problem.

- Word.

Why don't we just do

that sh*t now?

Oh, 'cause he-

no, he not around today.

We can't do it today.

But, um, yeah,

everything's good.

He was like, just-

you know what I'm saying?

Just show up, you know,

just meet him across the street,

and we gotta give him $500.

$500?

Yeah.

Where the f***

are we supposed to get $500?

I... I thought we would

bless this nigga, like,

with some weed or something,

but f***in' $500?

Look, you don't understand, man.

This nigga owes so much money.

He f***in' heard about

a fix on a fight

at the Blue Horizon in Philly,

and guess what.

I don't give a f***.

This nigga bet the wrong guy.

How you bet-how you gonna bet

the wrong guy?

What kind of stupid sh*t is that?

How we gonna get this paper?

Well, for starters,

Ronaldo owes me $80

for that custom,

and I got deliveries.

Well, you gonna have to steal

them deliveries.

I'm not stealin' from Donnie.

That nigga'll kill me.

You not stealing from Donnie?

What, you scared

of Donnie's rich ass?

Don't be a f***ing p*ssy.

- Man,

it ain't even about that.

Yo, so-yo, my f***in' mom's

getting on my nerves, man.

Sh*t.

Look, my bad.

I'm just saying, like,

she ain't trying

to give us no loan.

That's all I'm saying.

I feel you.

But I know one thing.

You can sell-

you can sell

the rest of those cans

to f***in'- to the Kaps.

I know you want to do that.

Yeah, I could do that.

Yeah, I bet.

Don't worry about my sh*t.

Why don't you focus

on your sh*t

and gettin' your sh*t

straight?

- Listen, I'm focused on my sh*t

all day.

- Oh, you focused on your sh*t

all day?

So why you going

the wrong f***ing way?

You supposed to be going

to the train station.

- Oh, sh*t, you right.

F***.

I'll see you later, yo.

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