Juice Page #4

Is that your spot?

Yeah. You know

it's my spot.

\ Don't worry, baby \

Wish I could

spend the night,

know what I'm sayin'?

That would be nice.

Sleep all day.

I could make you

breakfast in bed.

That'd be dope. That'd

be the most word, huh?

I...I thinkyou'd better let me

deal with breakfast.

I can cook.

Mm-hmm.

You can cook, all right.

Ha.

What's up?

Yo, what's up,

money?

What are you

doin' here, man?

We got a meeting

at the ball court.

When is it?

Tomorrow mornin'.

I can't make it, man.

What do you mean,

you can't make it?

I got a real important

appointment.

Well, how important is it?

It's my deejay audition.

Oh, man.

All right, Q.

I'm going to

straighten this out

with the rest

of the boys,

but make sure you

get there afteryou're done.

This is

serious business,

so we're gonna

wait foryou.

That's cool.

Why don't you tell me

what it is now,

get it over with?

Later.

By the way,

good luck, man.

Smooth.

[Music Plays]

[Scratching]

[Music Stops]

[Music Plays]

[Scratching]

[Music Fades Out]

What do you mean,

it ain't good enough?

What do you mean,

it ain't good enough?

My name is Flex.

Look, this brother

look like Gumby.

What you talkin' about,

I ain't good enough?

I mean exactly

what I said.

You need

more experience.

You need to work

on your mixing more.

My--my--

what you mean?

What the f***'s

wrong with my mix?

I know you didn't

snatch that from me.

What's wrong

with my mix?

Look, the sh*t

is totally sloppy.

Only a fool would

open up like you.

Nobody likes

the records you play.

It's completely

whacked--face it!

Face it.

Fuckyou!

You might have a chance

if that sh*t

wasn't so small.

Next!

[Scratch Music Plays]

You ever deejay before?

Yeah, you know,

run away, make tapes

for my boys, stuff like that.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, you local.

I really

liked your tape.

Thankyou.

I'll see you

Saturday night.

What is your name?

GQ.

GQ.

Come on.

Yes!

You know, I think

you and me can be closer

than two craps

together coming out--

What's happen, Trip?

Yo, yo, my brother.

Heard you made that deejay comp.

Congratulations.

GQ, you know

what I'm sayin'?

All right.

What's up, man?

I made that deejay contest

Saturday night.

Once again, it's on.

What you talkin' about?

It's on.

What's this n*gger

talkin' about now?

Stickin' up Old Man Quiles

Saturday night.

What? Man, you better

stop bullshittin' me.

I ain't bullshittin' you.

What, is you scared?

Steel ain't scared,

are you, Steel?

Here come Raheem.

Yo, what's up, Q?.

What's up, man?

Chillin'.

You got it?

Yeah, I got it.

Come on, let's walk.

What's goin' on

with this garbage?

Check this out.

Oh, sh*t!

This sh*t is sweet.

I got it from Sweets.

I ain't never

shot nobody before.

Yo, be careful with that.

It's loaded.

Quiles is not

gonna draw on somebody

that got a gun on him.

It's gonna be

a piece of cake.

A piece of cake.

We go in

right before 1 1 :00,

get the loot, and jet.

The whole thing won't take longer

than three f***in' minutes.

You decided it

this morning without me?

Yeah. While you was at

your, uh, appointment.

Check this here, man.

I got to deejay

Saturday night.

I'm not missin' that.

Guess you got to

disappoint them.

I ain't disappointin' sh*t.

Maybe not.

There's going to be

a lot of deejays there, right?

Yeah.

How do they pick

who goes when?

There's 40 deejays,

all I know is

I go seventh.

We're going to

need an alibi.

Since you're

going seventh,

that'll give us

an opportunity to go in,

do what we got to do,

and jet.

Get the f***

out of there.

I think that'll work.

What about the cops?

Bishop checked it out.

There's two

overlappin' patrols

about three minutes apart.

We got to be fast.

Yo, I think we should

plan this another time.

This n*gger's scared!

I have to deejay

Saturday night.

F*** that sh*t!

We're goin' Saturday night,

and that's it.

I'll hold onto the gun.

Why him?

'Cause I already got it,

motherf***er!

Just let him

hold the gun.

The n*gger be

acting stupid.

Shut up!

Suck my dick.

What time you

gotta be there?

Before 9:
00.

We'll pick up your sh*t,

go over there,

set you up--

You'll be straight, man.

\ Suckers get

smacked up \

\ Suckers get smacked up \

\ Goin'down

forthe count\

\ Suckers get

smacked up \

\ Goin'down

for the count \

\ Suckers get

smacked up \

Yo, what's up,

everybody in the house,

and welcome to

the Mixxmaster Massacre,

the ultimate deejay battle

ofworld supremacy

won by a round

of sudden death

till only the best are left.

Cut it up, y'all.

\ Suckers get smacked up,

suckers get smacked up \

\ Suckers get smacked up,

suckers get smacked up \

\ Don't doubt the clout \

\ You know what I'm about \

\ Knockin ' n*ggers off\

\ Knockin ' n*ggers out \

\ Suckers get

smacked up \\

Hello?

Y o, man, you O. K.?

I'm chillin'.

All ri ght, man,

good luck.

Enjoy.

Fab 5 Freddie here.

Yo! MTV Raps.

Battles going on,

but each contestant

only has 20 seconds

to go for the gusto.

So let's do it!

[Scratching]

Are you having

a good time?

Make some noise.

Somebody say ho.

Ho!

Say ho! Ho!

Ho! Ho!

Yeah! That's the

hyped crowd I like.

Right now we have

the next two contestants.

From uptown,

we have the challenger,

the flyman

of the turntables,

Deejay GQ!

Make some noise!

And the champion,

reigning that is,

from Flatbush,

Brooklyn.

Ah!

We have his highness,

DJ Majesty.

\ You wanted

all thejuice \

\ You wanted

all thejuice \

\ You wanted all--

you wanted all\

\ You wanted

all thejuice \

\ You want--you want--

you wanted all thejuice \

\ You wanted

all thejuice \

\ You wanted all thejuice \

\ You wanted

all thejuice \

\ You want--you want--

you wanted all thejuice \

\ You wanted

all thejuice \

\ You wanted all--

you wanted all\

\ You wanted all--

you wanted all\

\ You wanted--

you wanted\

\ You wanted--

you wanted\

\ You wanted

all thejuice \

\ You wanted--

you wanted--you wanted\\

[Crowd]

Pump, pump, pump it up!

Pump, pump, pump it up!

Pump, pump, pump,

pump, pump it up!

Come on, man.

Encore!

Encore!

Encore!

Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!

Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!

Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!

Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!

Q! Q! Q! Q! Q!

And the winner is...

GQ!

Congratulations.

Yeah!

Congratulations, Q.

You're on yourway

to the finals.

But don't get sloppy.

It don't get any easier.

Next up, we got two

rough, rough competitors.

[Whispering]

What's up?

Where's Q?.

He's right behind me.

What's up?

Everybody got

their gloves?

Yeah, man.

Ol' man Quiles is

in there by hisself.

Let's do this.

Is everybody ready?

Bishop?

Hell, yeah.

Q?.

Steel?

Steel?

You all right, man?

Get it together.

We're really

counting on you, O.K.?

Here come the cops.

Shh.

Let's go.

Hey! We're closed.

No more customers.

That's it.

Freeze, motherf***er!

Turn around!

Turn around!

Don't shoot.

Please don't shoot.

Turn around,

motherf***er.

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