Willie Dynamite

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Seven women in the palm

ofhis hand

Willie D.

Willie D.

Got a woman for every man

Willie D.

Willie D.

It's magic the way he

runs his game Ooh, Willie

Never treating two girls the same Yeah

Seven fantasies

Got what you please

It's no different

from any other industry

Willie

Oh, Willie D.

Willie D.

Ooh, oh, oh

Willie

Oh, Willie D.

Willie D.

He's got to try to be

number one Ooh, Willie

No time for kindness

till his dream is done

He's commercialized

And he's selling lies

Makin'so much money

he can't be satisfied

Willie

Oh, Willie D.

Willie D.

Ooh, oh, oh

Willie

Oh, Willie D.

Willie D.

Willie

Oh, Willie

Willie

Today, more than ever before,

the operator of a small

business must combine...

a set of rare abilities.

The first is aggressiveness.

Now listen here,

you jive-ass dude.

The price of meat

has gone up everywhere.

Second, the ability to make

instantaneous decisions...

and find a challenge...

in the face of adversity.

Third, the desire

to surmount any obstacle...

no matter how great...

or small.

Excuse me.

And so, in the oldest and finest

of our traditions...

I take this moment to salute

that kind ofloving effort...

that has made

America's little business...

grow into

America's big business!

Some say his business

is cold and a crime

Willie D.

Willie D.

He's operating

to cop your mind

Willie D.

Willie D.

Silk and satin if you

pay his price Yeah, Willie

He'll set you up

in his little paradise

How can you lose

The streets are so alive

With so much sadness

He's got to survive

Willie

Oh, Willie D.

Willie D.

Oh, Willie

Willie

Oh, Willie D.

Willie D.

Willie

Oh, Willie

Willie

Willie D.

Willie

Oh, Willie

Willie

Sh*t.

Willie, me and

my little thing...

are gonna make you

a millionaire.

Baby, we are late.

Where's Pashen?

I've got an important meeting.

She'll be here in a minute.

Willie, give the girl a chance.

She ain't hardly been in the life.

Baby, are you runnin'

these chicks or not?

Now, I told you

to keep an eye on her!

Damn, Willie!

I ain't got but two pair

of everything.

What you want me to do?

I thought you want what

I wanted. Honey, you know-

Now, we got something

together or not?

You know it,

Willie.

Maybe you're gettin' too old

for the responsibility...

of bein' my bottom lady;

maybe it's too heavy.

Oh, oh, Willie.

Oh, sh*t.

You know that ain't it.

Then what's happenin'?

- Where is the b*tch?

- I'll get her.

I'll get her.

Where've you been? Get your ass in

there before Willie breaks somethin'.

This ain't sh*t!

You call this production?

You ain't no West Side junkie

b*tch makin' it on a garbage can.

I put you in the finest hotel

in New York...

with over 2,000 plastic chumps that

got just one thing on their dumb minds-

gettin' a piece of you.

Willie, please listen! Listen, sh*t!

I got this down, baby.

Seven girls out there. Every 10 minutes,

one comes off the production line.

Like that.

Dig it?

Willie!

Ten minutes! Dig it?

This is a business, baby.

A production line.

And just like

G.M., Ford, Chrysler...

Willie's comin' through.

These threads.

Hmm?

Silk.

Satin.

Why? Because

Willie's sellin' an idea.

You makin' these chumps believe they're

gettin' the thrill of their lives.

You're not only burnin' the chump's

body, you're settin' fire to his brain.

He's in the big town,

on big business.

You gotta make him feel like he's

ballin' the Statue of Liberty.

Remember the dream

that you and Willie's got.

This ain't gonna take us

where we want to go.

Remember...

I ain't playin'.

This may be the number two spot

in the entire city, but dig it.

I aim to be number one.

Later.

First,

bring me some scratch.

That's the seventh.

Virtue C to Applejack.

Bill Daddy.

Hey, Bill.

Hey, huh?

Yeah, my b*tch? She's on

her way back to the house.

Willie, yeah! Hey,

man! How ya doin', baby?

What's goin'on?

What's happenin'?

Go on.

It's the best.

Try this.

Give me the rest

of the money, woman.

Oh, that hurts so good, man!

That's the sh*t you remember

when you forget everything else!

I'm cool.

Whoo! But I don't know

how you do it!

Don't know how you do it, man. I mean,

dudes gettin'burned everywhere today.

I mean, since the hearing,

cops want double sugar.

Why, you can't find

an honest one for sh*t!

Oh, man.

And the b*tches.

Ooh, man! Them b*tches is so freaky,

they don't know what they want to do next!

I mean, look. Two-tone Afros

and- and leather jump suits.

Hey, you know what

one of them b*tches said to me?

She said, " Ah, would you pay

for my silicone?"

Sh*t!

I don't know what they want

from me, man!

I feed 'em and I clothe 'em

and I rejuvenate 'em!

- That's inflation, baby!

- Yeah!

You jiver!

Trouble is them pussies

you runnin',Jack.

Hey, they get any older, you're gonna

be takin' down their social security.

Hey, now, do I have

to stand around here...

and listen to them

insulting my wives?

I want to deal

with a bigger insult, man.

The heat.

It's comin' down hard. We

got to get our sh*t together!

Now, we always been loose.

Dealin' off the turf like it was never

gonna run dry. That ain't no business.

No other game is run

so disorganized.

Look around.

Everything that is taking care

of business is together, dig it?

Tight!

And together.

- Except us.

- Right.

And now we're feelin'

the heat.

And the action's gonna get scarce

and the turf is gonna get hard.

What're you sayin', Bell? Now,

we've seen these times before.

- Never so heavy as now.

- Well, I don't see any other way other than to ride it out.

There is a way.

We organize.

Each of us gets his own turf.

That way,you can cool all those

strange freelance b*tches.

And when the heat comes down,

all you do is cool it for a while.

Meanwhile, business is still goin' on

elsewhere, dig? Which takes care of you.

The johns don't panic...

and we don't jam up

on each other.

How's it sit with you, Cyrus?

- I'm with you, Bell.

- Top?

Milky Way?

Sugar?

Sweet.

Baylor?

Yeah.

Willie?

I can dig it.

The idea's fine.

But, one thing.

Who's gonna do the dividin'?

Willie. Willie.

The organization votes.

Man,

I thought we was all

capitalists.

Free enterprise,

you dig?

Now, this organization would

kind of close that off.

I mean, in all respect

to your idea, Bell.

Some dudes got big stables. Does

that mean they get more turf?

The organization will see

that everyone is satisfied.

Then there's another problem.

- My b*tches.

- You sayin' you can't control your b*tches?

What I'm sayin' is...

they deserve any area

they can control.

Well, I respect your ambition,

Willie, but you got to have vision.

Now, I run every kind of b*tch, every

kind of place, and I know one thing-

When it comes down on you,

you either collectivize...

or you run...

like a solitary rat.

Maybe.

Let me lay it

on you, Willie.

Alone,you always gonna have

to take the risk...

your b*tches will be pulled, the

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