Hey, you gotta keep it real, man. Man, nobody give a shit about the hood. I do.
All they do is sell Ye and ruin the place. No crack ever made a gang tiger. I don't know, man.
What's up, y'all? What's up, CJ? What's crack?
Man, all they care about is... smoking and money. You can't knock a homie's hustle, sweet.
Mark say soldiers? They idiots trying to be businessmen. Yeah, but they down with us, man.
All they down with is money. CJ, go down there and show these fools you mean business. These chumps from the bars are sweating the homies. Go put pressure on them.
Stupid. We been putting time in the hood, but we gotta get the homies back together. Like the old days.
Yeah, you right. You and Ryder gonna handle your business. Man, they're slaying to they own mama.
They don't care about nothing. You're naive, my friend. We gotta keep our focus.
We need some backup. You seen beat up? Nah.
But him and the homeboy Bear, they good to have on our side. Oh, Big Bear? Yeah, them bass slangers gonna be sorry now.
Hey, beat up is only a couple of blocks away. Your hood's all messed up, huh? Yeah, you try to get any of these crackheads to help you out.
No wonder the families ain't up on it. Apart from smoke, sweet, and you know yours truly, Road Street don't bang no more. Hey slow down fool, you don't even know which door it is.
Whatever man, this it? Yeah, this it right here. Open up!
You sure he still live here? Fool, I told you this it. Open up!
Who the fuck is it? CJ? Fuck you want the fuck out of here wait hold up man. What happened up for life nigga? The only thing that matters is the hood homie, but you'll never understand.
What getting this money is like no I'm gonna get the fuck out of here for you be laying on your back Big Bear, come check this fool. Hey, Bear? Big Bear, that's you? Hey, you still from the hood, homie, or what? Nah, the only thing Bear give a fuck about is smoking and keeping my house clean.
Ain't that right, Big Bear? Hell yeah. Hell yeah what? Hell yeah, sir! Now go make that motherfucking toilet spark.
Nah, man. Man. Bear, come on!
Everyone likes to party sometimes, CJ. I'll see you around. Stay the fuck from round two. Hey nigga fuck you! Man, this shit's fucked up.
I see what you mean now man. If crack can do that to Big Bear, turn him into a bass slave, the average motherfucker ain't got a chance. Damn dope fiends and drug addicts everywhere in this city.
Piss me off. Looks like it's up to us then. Let's just cruise through the hood and find out somebody's selling.
Check it out, somebody's selling to one of the homies. Hey, bot, I'm working, man. What you-So now-Yeah, you got one- Man, I know this cat.
He a punk, used to run with a front yard baller OG from Idlewood. I know his place. It's just across the trackstead.
Let's check it out. Hey, ain't that front yard turf? Man, are you a buster? Nah, I'm down, homie.
Hey, grab hold of that bat over there. I'ma rush the ground donut eating ice. Man, we on a serious mission now.
Man, don't sweat it homie. Everybody in the hood know Baller's a-Woo! Wee!
Man, you can smell a crack den a mile away. Yeah, let's shoot through and introduce ourselves. Good afternoon, Baller Dope Pushers.
Grove Street OGs come to do damage. Fuck them Grove Street fools! Grove Street going down!
Ninja these motherfuckers! Big balls is bad for the health! I don't like motherfuckers.
You punks can't ball! Hey, don't lick my statue, fool! Thank you. Now ballers know Grove Street Family's on they way back up. For sure, homie.
And what's more, they don't even run out on me. Times change. Aw man, they gon'be mad at us. And I'll warn the gang later.
For now, it's just bass in the silence of victory, motherfucker. Now that the bass ain't gettin'pushed up in they faces... Maybe these fools should be up for some real banging.
Yeah, Grove gonna get back on his feet now for sure though. Later, homie.