I'm Gonna Git You Sucka Page #5

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That I can be a man for you,

that I can protect you.

I mean, our whole lives,

every time we got into trouble,

my mother came.

I never had a chance to prove

to you I could be a man.

I figured I'd go in the army,

get into combat,

have some great war stories

to tell you.

I mean, I wait ten years

for a war... Nothing.

I wind up being a secretary.

Jack, you didn't

have to prove anything.

Not to me.

You've always been

the man for me, Jack.

Yeah, and what about Junebug ?

I went out with Junebug

to remind me of you.

You know, Jack...

Remember when we used to go

down to the Soul Train Disco ?

And you would

get all dressed up,

And I would put my hair

in those afro puffs ?

Rhythmatic, acrobatic

she's a dynamite attraction

Yeah

She knows what she's doing

she's super-bad now

She's dancing

it really blows your mind

Down ! Ha-yii !

Dancin', dancin', dancin'

Boy, we were a real knockout.

Yeah. We were somethin'.

If ever a love there was

If ever two stars

were crossed

If ever a dream was born

Yeah

Then it was yours and mine

If ever a touch was right

or a future looked bright

If ever a love there was

- May I help you, sir ?

- How much for an order of ribs ?

- Uh, 2.50.

- 2.50 ?

How many ribs

do I get with that ?

- Uh, about five.

- Five ?

So I guess that's about

50 cents a rib, huh ?

Yeah, about.

Let me get one.

Right on.

One order.

One order of ribs.

No, no. No, no.

One rib.

One rib ?

I sure am hungry.

Um, make that one rib to go.

- One rib ?

- One rib.

- What else ?

- You got any soda ?

One dollar.

Ah, come on now.

Look out for a brother, man.

Come on. Check this out.

Why don't you let me get

a sip for 15 cents ?

My cups cost more than 15 cents.

All right, f*** the cup.

Pour it in my hand

for a dime.

Look, you greasy-headed,

jeri-curl wearin'...

Pay me and get the hell

out of my store.

You got change for a hundred ?

Look, we're gonna need

an orthopedic surgeon

to remove my foot from your ass.

Hammer, Hammer.

No, brother, don't do it.

You know the customer

is always king.

Hammer !

Slade !

You son of a b*tch.

Slam, how you doin' ?

Hey, man, I thought you

were dead or something.

No, no.

Or worse...

Married and sh*t.

Don't put that on me.

How you doing, brother ?

How you guys doing ?

You all right ?

Really good to see you.

Listen, how would you guys

like to upgrade your image ?

What you talkin' about,

Slade ?

I'm talkin' about

doin' it one more time.

I'm talkin' about

takin' it to the man.

- Mr. Big.

- You got it, Slam.

Man, you must be crazy.

Check this out.

- We are businessmen now.

- Give me a break.

You two big motherfuckers

in here making red beans

and grits is business ?

Damn, Slade.

You sure know how

to piss on a man's parade.

But, you know, it sure would be

good to be back on top again.

- What do you say, Slammer ?

- What the f***.

I ain't killed nobody

in a long time.

The old warehouse,

6:
00 P.M.

Be there or be square.

Five minutes, Flyguy.

What do you say, buddy ?

How you holdin' up ?

I'm hangin'.

A few more hours,

I'll be a free man.

So what are your plans ?

Hey, man,

let's cut the bullshit.

We known each other

too long for that.

- What are you here for ?

- Mr. Big.

- Big ? What about him ?

- We're gonna take him down.

I've been away too long.

Count me out.

The reason you been away so long

is 'cause Mr. Big shot your ass

through the grease...

and put your black butt

in this joint.

At one time, you were

the biggest and baddest

player out there, man.

Remember ?

Yeah, I remember.

I was Pimp of the Year.

Now, this has really been

an exciting competition.

Now we'd like to announce

our two finalists.

But first, how about a big hand

for all our contestants ?

All right.

There we go.

The final category is talent.

Representing the big apple,

Flyguy !

I'm gonna try to do

a little poetry for y'all.

It's an original piece

written by me, Flyguy.

I want to dedicate this piece

to all you players...

And all you ladies out there.

Come on, baby !

Name of this piece is called...

"My b*tch better have my money."

My b*tch better have my money...

through rain, sleet or snow.

- Brother's a Shakespeare !

- My ho better have my money.

That boy's a genius !

Tell it !

Not half, not some,

But all my cash.

Because if she don't,

I'm gonna put my foot

dead in her ass.

The pimp of the year is Flyguy !

Flyguy ! Flyguy !

Picked by the brother's

brother here

Picked by a jury

of his peers

He's the pimp of the year

Flyguy ! Flyguy !

Flyguy ! Flyguy !

He's the pimp

Of the year

He's the pimp of the year

Flyguy.

I want some information

about the operation.

Where it is, how big it is,

how many places.

Ten years of conversations

in this place, with these cats

coming in and out,

You got the 4-1-1.

Okay, I can do that for you.

You gotta promise me

y'all won't hassle me.

I'm goin' back out

on the street...

And I'm takin' back

what's mine,

And everything's gonna be

just like it used to be.

I got no beef with you,

Flyguy,

But I want Mr. Big.

Solid.

It's so real

you can feel it

And it's real

So real

So real, so real

Oh, man.

It's so good

to be off my feet, man.

They been killin' me.

I can dig it

He can dig it

We can dig it

She can dig it

They can dig it

You can dig it

Oh, we're diggin'...

Hey, man, do you have to sing ?

I told you

my feet been killin' me,

you don't even care.

Say, man, if you can't dig

my melodious voice,

then just step on outside

and walk on them precious,

tender feet of yours.

Walk ?

Man, I ain't walkin' nowhere,

as bad as these bunions feel.

You must be crazy.

Let's go.

Oh, here we go.

Sh*t. Man, I hate

comin' into the city.

I'll get it

nice and clean for you, man.

Let me get your window !

Get off the goddamn car.

Hey !

Oh, man !

Yeah, man, okay.

I got it.

It's in my hands.

Down from the bar

There's a platform stage

People primpin', pimpin'

Sharp as razor blades

Yo, check out homeboy.

Say, dominic,

brother's out there, huh ?

Look at the fish in those shoes !

Girl, he must be a rock star.

This brother's walkin'

on an aquarium.

Say, brother, do you get

nosebleeds way up there ?

Maybe it's his dinner.

Hey, homey,

are you expectin' a flood ?

Say, brother, you been shoppin'

at the Goodwill ?

Hey, brother, that's

an endangered species.

He looks like a clown !

Where's the Mardi Gras ?

Hey, Jack.

All right.

You got the stuff ?

Yeah.

All cleaned and oiled.

Oh, yeah.

Beautiful. Beautiful.

- Let's get it on.

- Who are these guys ?

That's my theme music.

Every good hero

should have some.

Hammer.

Good to see you.

Slade.

Slammer, glad you could make it.

Who are we waitin' on ?

Kung Fu Joe.

He'll be here in a minute.

Who is he ?

This is Jack Spade, that new

blood I was talkin' about.

What ?

Yo, new blood, you ever kill

a man before ?

No.

You ever splatter a man's brains

up against the wall ?

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