I'm Gonna Git You Sucka
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- 1988
- 88 min
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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.
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
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
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 ?
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 !
Can I get an amen ?
Can I get an amen ?
Put that down.
- 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.
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 !
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
They got doo-doo paint !
It's all bullshit.
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.
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.
what's going on ?
Jack, not too long
after you left,
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.
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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