Juice Page #7
- R
- Year:
- 1992
- 95 min
- 5,202 Views
the way he been
actin' lately.
Q my man and everything,
but, uh...
I'll do him in
if I have to.
Word up.
Who is it?
Hello, Mrs. Thurman,
this is Q.
I mean, this is
Quincy Powell.
Is Steel--
Is Eric home?
No. He was supposed to
be home a long time ago.
Damn! Thanks a lot,
Mrs. Thurman.
Sh*t!
Hey! I want to
talk to you!
Check down the hill.
Thought you'd be lookin'
for transportation
out of town by now.
Hey, Trip, man,
you gotta tell me
what's goin' on, man.
You done slid down
a razor blade
and landed
in an alcohol river.
Word is,
you killed Raheem.
And Quiles.
And Radames.
Bullshit!
You know me better.
I don't know that.
You know me
since I was a kid!
I known lots of killers
since they was kids.
I need you to get word
to Bishop for me.
I'm listenin'.
I want him to meet me
tonight, alone.
When? Where?
by the Henry Hudson,
by the, uh, diner?
Tell him meet me there
at 1 2:
00.Well, thanks a lot, man.
That's all I got, G.
Damn.
I've gotta stop
this n*gger, man.
It's me and him.
Argh!
Don't shoot me!
Please! Please!
[Coughing]
Don't shoot me!
Please! Please!
Don't shoot me!
Damn, man! What the f***
is happenin' to me?
Excuse me just a minute.
Will you excuse me?
Excuse me.
He's going to be fine.
Steel, it's Yolanda.
What happened?
Bishop shot me.
He shot everybody.
He's tryin' to frame Q.
What's up, partner?
Don't f***in' move!
Where's the gun?
Heard you copped a piece
from Sweets today.
I ain't come out here
for that.
Don't give me
that bullshit!
Check this here--
I'm not you.
We been tight
since second grade,
but I'm not you.
You want the gun?
I threw it in the river.
You stupid motherf***er.
Man, all this sh*t
ain't worth it, man!
Yo! You might get me now,
but sooner or later,
it's gonna come back to you!
Nah, brother.
You got it wrong.
See, this is your gun, Q.
You was comin' to get me,
just like you got Raheem,
Radames, Quiles, and Steel.
I'm just the only one man enough
to take it from you.
Self-defense, n*gger.
Come on, Bishop.
Let's cut out all this bullshit!
We could end it
right here!
Me and you--
Qand Bishop!
You ain't gotta put on
no front for me, man!
Nah, I ain'ts
got to do nothin'.
You the past, bro.
My time is now.
You ready to die, n*gger?
Yeah.
Aah!
shoot me in the elevator?
Aah!
Aah!
Damn! You O.K., brother?
You O.K.?
[Screaming]
\ Give me somethin'
you can't understand \
\ Give me somethin'
you can't understand \
\ I been goin' on
a dumb trip \
\ Yo, because nothin'
is comin' from it \
\ I'm not gonna waste
no time f***in' around \
\ Like actually hummin' \
\ Ah, man,
comin' at ya \
\ And ya know
I had to gat ya \
\ Time for some action \
\ Just a fraction
of friction \
\ I got the clearance
to run the interference \
\ Let's get satellite \
\ Shot in a bad light \
\ Check out the gat \
\ And I know
\ Here's an example,
\ How I could
just kill a man \
\ One time tried
to come in my home \
\ Take my chrome \
\ I said, yo, it's on \
\ Take cover, son,
oryou're assed out \
\ How'd you like
my chrome? \
\ Then I watch
the rookie pass out \
\ Didn't have to blast out \
\ But I did anyway \
\ Yo, punk have to pay \
\ So I just killed a man \
\ Here is somethin'
you can't understand \
\ How I could just
kill a man \
\ Here is somethin'
you can't understand \
\ How I could just
kill a man \
\ Give me somethin'
you can't understand \
\ How I could just
kill a man \
\ Here is somethin'
you can't understand \
\ How I could just
kill a man \\
Bishop, come here!
You f***in'--
Come on! Come on!
Fuckyou!
Stop it! Now!
Aah!
Oh!
It's over!
Aah!
Q, don't let me go!
I got you, Bishop, man!
Hold on!
Don't let go!
Hold on, man!
I can't hold on, man!
Aah!
[Thud]
Bishop!
[Siren]
Yo.
You got the juice now, man.
Ha ha ha ha!
You big
fat-headjalopy.
You gotta stop
that lyin'!
'Reckin' crew!
[Music Playing]
[Radio Announcer]
From the streets...
[Announcer]
Cool deejay, baby, look.
Up and down the sounds
in New York City.
But check this out--
Got this new tape
just came in.
First time I ever heard,
I liked it, you'll like it.
Deejay GQ--bust it!
\ Yep, yep, yep \
\ Yep, yep, yep, yep \
\ Yep, yep, yep, yep \
\ Yep, yep, yep, yep \
\ Yep, yep, yep, yep \
\ Hey! You could smoke
a script with a clip \
mountain pie, you know \
\ A-waddin ' up
the church \
\ The naughty, nappy,
nasty n*gger \
\ With the nasty
'ho-happy pappy \
\ Be a bim bop
\ Hoops and troops
\ That's how I know
when my headjerks \
\ When I will,
I got open competition \
\ It ain 't dope \
\ Beat your break,
you're broke, you smoke \
\ You take your singer
\ Sooner or later,
you wanna flip \
\ Tell them you all
saw me with a dick \
\ And all that other
Ringling Brothers sh*t \
\ Sporty, norty,
and enchowa-na \
\ Sh*t slam, the flimflam \
\ And then jam \
\ You can run,
but you can 't hide \
\ You can 't go far \
there you are \
\ We gonna break,
\ We gonna throw,
\ We gonna break,
\ We gonna throw,
\ Here we go, yo \
\ Hit a n*gger,
kill a n*gger \
\ We'll come back \
\ See a sucker,
stretch a sucker \
\ Guardyour nap \
\ 'Cause there wasn 't nothin '
\ See your 40 sucker,
guess who 's black? \
\ You tell him
where the city fella fell \
\ Step into the puny fruity
\ I had so many drunks
call me Garon \
\ Motherf***er saw color \
\ Brand-new steady \
\ Place your bet
on a threat \
\ The free man 's sweat \
\ What you see
is what you get \
\ We gonna break,
\ We gonna throw,
\ We gonna break,
\ We gonna throw,
\ I bet your bottom dollar
that your bottom bunch jumps \
\ Give it up,
\ A-steppin '
for the rap thing \
\ Weapon-testin '
on who 's steppin '\
\ Ain 't no bluff,
but it ain 't enough \
\ For the funky stuff\
\ N*gger, ifyou're
tough enough \
\ I'll cut your ass
like glass \
\ Then blast you
by the trash \
\ After I laugh,
then I'll dash \
\ You can 't
handle the scandal \
\ Shootin ' up your toes,
makin 'sandals \
\ Somebody told me
that you own me \
\ But can 't nobody own me \
\ I threw my dirt
on my lonely \
\ We gonna break,
\ We gonna throw,
\ We gonna break,
\ We gonna throw,
\ We gonna \
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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