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...From uptown, downtown,

In town, out of town.

We got it going on,

1 -4-5,

It's famous, baby,

here we go.

It's the world-famous

Brucie B.

On the special mix tip

For all my pla ya niggas,

all my niggas gettin' paper.

Ladies lookin' good,

fellas, y'all lookin' good.

We gettin' money uptown style,

a'ight?

...to my niggas from 1-5-5,

1-1-2, 1-4-9,

49 is in the house.

This is the stage.

If you was here,

you'd be definitely somebody.

And I was there.

Me, Mitch, and Rico.

We did our thing,

you know?

We was living.

We was living that life.

So, you know, I'm up at this cat's

birthday party the other day.

You told me about it.

Talkin' about Charlie Rucks?

Exactly.

- Yeah, I couldn't make that sh*t.

- Yeah.

So, I'm up at that birthday--

I didn't bring him nothin'.

So, I see everybody up there

got stuff for him,

- So I walk up to the table --

- Ain't got no soy sauce up there, B.?

No, they didn't put no f***in'

soy sauce in the bag, man.

Why these Chinese niggas always

doin' this sh*t, man?

F*** the soy sauce, man!

Mitch, can I tell a story?

I walk up to the table, right?

- Chinese niggas...

- Pick up the cake...

Mush it in his face,

tell him, "Happy birthday."

Niggas at the party looking at

me like I'm buggin'.

I showed that nigga mad love, B.

We lookin' at you

like you buggin', man.

You buggin', man.

This nigga... Thinks it's funny.

You took the whole cake

and mushed it in his face?

Whole cake.

What's up with this

nigga here, man?

- That's love right there, man.

- Why you doin' that, B.?

Why you f*** a nigga

birthday party up like that?

I know his girl was there.

Ace, make that shot again.

Five thou you can't make it again.

Man, I ain't gonna take your $5,000, man.

Hold onto your money.

Penny-pinchin' nigga here, man.

You know, he fucks me up, man.

You always trying to save

your dough and sh*t, B.

See, the thing is, baby, you're

f***in' with the wrong nigga right now.

You need to be f***in' with me, man.

Give me that bet, man.

Yeah, you got the bet, Mr. Mitch.

What, you drunk? Your man been drinking?

I'm gonna take this nigga uptown, man.

Yeah, take me --

Take me uptown, man.

I'm gonna take you uptown.

Five thou you can't make the shot.

You off right here.

You off right here, man.

Your man drunk.

That's off right there.

Ahh!

Where's my money, man?

Let me get my money, man.

- Lucky cat right there.

- Let me get my money, man.

Nigga, bet it right back.

That ain't nothin', man.

- Go ahead, nigga. Go ahead, nigga.

- Thank you.

But double up.

Bet it right back.

There go your five.

Bet it five right back.

Go ahead, Mr. Mitch.

Double up.

- Well, now this nigga feelin' lucky, man.

- Double up!

Feelin' like he like you or

something, man. Double it up?

Like him? I'm me!

Double up!

Let's see if you gonna

make the shot now, Mr. Mitch.

Make the shot now, baby.

You're soft, Mitch.

Mitch! Make the money count!

Make the money count!

Ah, nigga, that's off!

Give me my money.

Give me my money.

Give me my money.

- Come on, man.

- Right here, man.

- I ain't got it right now.

- You ain't got it?

- No ribs!

- Now, come on, B.!

No ribs, no rice,

no champagne!

You don't eat nothin'!

F*** you, man, I'll get my money, man.

Pay me my money, man.

Yo, A., man, just-- Loan me $10 g's real fast

till I get back to the crib.

Loan your man $10 g's, 'cause I ain't givin'

him his food back.

And no more soy sauce, nigga.

- That's five, man.

- What the f*** you mean, this is five, man?

Lend me $10,000 real fast, B.

I'm gonna give you the dough

when I get back to the crib.

I got $5,000 man. I'm payin' for

your paper bag games, is it?

You're a cheap-ass motherf***er.

You're a cheap-ass motherf***er.

This motherf***er rich as sh*t,

acting like he ain't got $10,000.

- You just burned anyway

'cause you lost, man.

Hello? Word.

- Take your money.

- Take your food.

I'll pick her up. All right.

All right, it's on, baby, it's on.

N-n-now, hold up, B.

I ain't finished taking your money, bro.

Keys at?

Nah, Keisha having a baby, man.

Word?

Yo, congratulations,

my man, having a baby.

Keep that for yourself, man.

You good?

Do your job, man.

Congratulations, motherf***er!

Congratulations,

motherfuckin' father!

You was good, motherf***er!

This motherf***er layin'

the motherfuckin' power, motherf***er!

- Congratulations, nigga!

- Yo, we family now!

F***in' look!

Uhh! Aahl

Uhh! '

All right.

I need stat portable x-rays.

I want full blood work. Coags.

Hey, you okay? Can you hear me?

Huh? Can you hear me?

What's your name, man?

Tell me your name.

Tell me your name?

You with me?

All right, now,

who did this to you?

I did.

I did.

I see you checkin' out

that "Help Wanted" sign.

What? Nah.

Nah, I was just thinking

about them, um...

Yeah, so--

So, why you got the "Help Wanted" sign

in the window?

That sign is to make sure

you're handlin' your business.

That's whack. Basically,

you're making it look like

we ain't taking care of

business in here.

Hey, yo, Mr. Pip, I know you need

some help up in this joint."

- Come on, man.

- Mm-hmm.

What I need you to do

is make some deliveries.

You always got me

making deliveries, man.

Hello? Cece, my nigga.

All day, every day.

How much you wanna do?

Yo, damn, nigga. Every time I

step up in this motherf***er,

You runnin' the joint!

Man, why don't you just

put your sh*t in a bag, man?

F*** a bag, man.

Just, uh-- You worry about

the cleaning and sh*t,

You know what I mean, 'cause I know

you making money up in this b*tch.

- Can I help you?

- Uh, nah, that's cool.

My man Ace Boogie gonna handle that.

I got it, Mr. Pip.

No, he on his way out the door.

I'll help you.

You can change that, right?

That's a big-ass bill.

Hey, you know how it go down.

No, sorry.

A'ight, well, um--

Why don't you keep the change?

Nah, you know what?

F*** that.

Give it to my man,

Ace Boogie, a'ight?

He's family, right, baby?

- Yeah, right, man.

- Nah, I'm just saying,

I hate to see Kate's big brother

working in a sweatbox.

So, yo, you ever want to get out,

Come on, Calvin.

Calvin, don't do that.

He's doin' fine.

Yo, baby, what I told you

about runnin' your mouth --

Why don't you relax, Doctor?

How you doin', baby?

I'm doin' fine, Mr. Pip.

Yeah, she doin' fine, thank you.

Hey, yo, Hop Sing,

why don't you keep workin' hard,

'cause it's gonna pay off,

you know what I mean?

I'm gonna catch you

on the rebound.

All right, let's bounce, baby.

His monkey-ass ain't worked

a hard day in his life.

That's why he don't know how

to act with all of that money.

Think he the King of Harlem.

I hope your sister know

with that fool

it's only a matter of time.

A matter of time.

Well, congratulations!

Good job, and you really put it

away there in that speed round.

And now, last time you got a car--

All right, now,

let me see what you working with.

Come on.

All right, all right.

It's looking good,

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