I'm Gonna Git You Sucka

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Gold fever

Gold fever

Gold fever

I'm changin' things

I'm changin' things

I'm gonna git you, sucka

You dirty mother...

Don't say that.

I'm gonna teach you

that crime just don't pay

I'm gonna git you, sucka

You dirty mother...

Hold on, brother.

I'm gonna stay on your case

till they put you away

I know you think that life's

a bowl of cherries

And you can absolutely

do no wrong

Big brother

a word from the wise

should be sufficient

So I suggest

you pay close attention

to the words to this song

Whoo

Gold fever

Gold fever

Gold fever

I'm changin' things

I'm changin' things

Livin' in the fast lane

beatin' up the street kids

Got plenty money to burn

Don't say that.

World's a game of double cros

till you became the boss

Now it's my turn

Get so we don't agree

menace to society

Smile, yeah, you're on top

Wait a minute, Doc.

'Cause a smile is just

a frown turned upside down

Get ready for the big drop

'Cause

I'm gonna git you sucka

You dirty mother...

Hey, Doc, Doc.

I'm gonna stay on your case

till they put you away

What do you say, Charlie ?

Good evening, lieutenant.

So, what do you got for me ?

John Doe.

Between 25 and 30 years of age.

Cause of death looks like O.G.

- "Over gold."

- Yeah.

Any signs of foul play

around here ?

No, sir. Looks like a case of

just too many gold chains.

Jesus Christ !

This guy looks like

a f***ing statue.

I wonder how he went to the

bathroom with all this stuff on.

Oh, boy.

All right, Charlie.

Why don't we just wrap it up ?

All right, wrap it up.

- Friends.

- Yes ?

I was thinking as we drove up

here in those long cadillacs...

- Mm-hmm.

- How serious this is.

- Yes, it is.

- Death is serious.

Yes, it is.

You got to prepare to die.

Yes, yes.

This boy here loved gold.

We stripped him of all that gold.

- That's why we got this

beautiful sermon today.

- Yes, sir.

- He was prepared to die !

- Prepared !

Lord,

We ask you to look down on

this young soul known on Earth...

as Junebug Spade.

Junebug Spade ?

Ain't this Lester Wilson's funeral ?

No, ma'am.

Lester Wilson was at 9:00.

Oh, hell ! Come on,

let's get out of here.

Hold on one second.

No, no. Hold on.

- Can I get an amen ?

- Don't even know him.

- Get out of my way !

- Praise the saints ?

Can I get an amen ?

Can I get an amen ?

Put that down.

You know Junebug Spade ?

- Yes, we do.

- Yes, I'm his mother.

He was my husband.

Mama, I just can't believe that

Junebug didn't have any friends.

Did you notice that not one

person stayed when they

found out it was Junebug ?

- Now, baby, you know the boy

wasn't sh*t.

- Mama !

Don't get me wrong. He was my son,

and I loved him.

But when he got hooked

on that gold, he changed.

I bet he owed everybody

he ever knew money.

Mama, Junebug may have

been a little crooked,

But I'm sure that somebody

besides us loved him too.

I don't know.

Maybe that's Jack.

- Yes ?

- Good afternoon, miss lady ma'am.

May we come in ?

Y'all ain't selling

NoWay products, are you ?

No ! We friends

with Junebug.

They're friends of Junebug's, mama.

Come right in.

I'm Cheryl, Junebug's widow,

And this is Mrs. Bell Spade,

Junebug's mother.

Hmm.

What's up ?

I'm Willie.

This here's Leonard.

- And we come here...

- What you tell them

our real name for ?

Are you stupid ?

- No, they told us

their real names, so...

- Who's in charge ?

- You are.

- Who ?

You in charge.

Then shut the f*** up.

- You all mind telling me

what you want ?

- Certainly.

- Junebug used to work for me.

- Used to work for us.

- I work for Mr. Big.

- We work for Mr. Big.

It just so happens

that Junebug died...

- Owing Mr. Big $5,000.

- Five thousand...

- We here to collect.

- Five thousand dollars ?

We don't have that kind of money.

No sh*t.

"No sh*t" !

They don't have that kind of money !

Get off me !

I could look at these plastic

slipcovers, the slipcovers.

The stupid painted-on walls,

look at this stupid painted...

And tell that type of money

ain't around here.

You see the dude

that painted those walls ?

They got doo-doo paint !

It's all bullshit.

Look at these white pillows.

Look at these stupid magazines.

Look, they got oranges and sh*t !

I'm sorry.

But I do see somethin'.

Somethin' that's gonna

be worth at least... mmm...

ten times that amount

of money to Mr. Big.

Well, what is it ?

What do you want ?

- You.

- Mama !

Don't you touch...

Ooh !

Good. If she moves, hit her again.

- Looks like mama gonna have

to teach you some manners.

- Okay, come on, mama.

You don't ever

come in my house...

Acting like no fool, fool !

Now, clean up that mess you made.

You, put those pillows

back on the couch

where you found 'em.

That's right.

Pick all that sh*t up !

All of it ! And puff

these pillows up too, man.

- You stupid... come here !

Come here ! Why you gonna

go mess the nice lady's

house up for, man ?

I only did it... you told me

when we came in to beat her up

and mess up her house !

- I didn't tell you sh*t

like that, man !

- Yes, you did !

Now, mister, you and your

friend got a choice.

You can either go out that

window or take the stairs.

Okay. We gonna take the stairs.

Yeah, we'll take...

Yeah, we'll take the stairs.

Oh ! Ow !

Get your pants outta my face !

Oh !

Get off me, man.

Get off me !

- Ma !

- Jack !

- Mama !

- Oh, Lord,

my baby's home at last !

Mama !

My baby's home !

Come on in.

Ma, you okay ?

Oh, yes, just some bill

collectors. Cheryl.

Come look who's here.

Oh, honey, you look

so good in this uniform.

All them medals !

You remember Cheryl, don't you ?

Hello, Jack.

Hi, Cheryl.

Been a long time, huh ?

Yeah, it has been a long time.

Honey, why don't you go

put your things in the room

and have something to eat ?

- Cheryl made a fine dinner.

- Mama, that sounds

like a good idea.

And Jack, baby,

Mama wants you to know...

I kept your room just the way

you left it ten years ago.

Oh, ma.

My baby's home.

Right here.

Smells good. It is good.

Mama, I'm sorry I couldn't

make it to the funeral.

I got here as soon as I could.

I know, baby.

Just glad you're here now.

Mama, exactly how

did Junebug die ?

He...

Mama...

She's really

taking this pretty hard.

You know how

your mother is, Jack.

Is somebody gonna tell me

what's going on ?

Jack, not too long

after you left,

Junebug started hanging out

with a bad crowd.

I mean, he even started

selling drugs, Jack.

And then things

really got bad when he...

Well, what ?

Cheryl, come on.

He started wearing

gold chains, Jack.

Oh, God, no !

It started out

as just one or two.

It seemed like every time

he'd get some money,

he'd buy more gold chains.

He was wearing hundreds

of them, Jack. Hundreds.

Not gold.

Yes, Jack.

Gold chains and medallions

and rings...

And even his teeth.

You can't imagine what it was

like to kiss him.

He took a picture

just before he died.

We put it on the mantle.

Junebug !

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