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♪♪ [ Hip-hop Beat ] ♪ Word up, son Word ♪

♪ Yeah, to all the killers and the hundred-dollar billers ♪

♪ For real-- Who ain't got no feelin's ♪

♪ Check it out now ♪

♪ I got you stuck off the realness ♪

♪ We be the infamous You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers ♪

♪ The Mobb comes equipped for warfare ♪

♪ Beware of my crime family who got enough shots to share ♪

♪ For all those who want to profile and pose ♪

♪ Rock you in your face Stab your brain with your nosebone ♪

♪ You all alone in these streets, cousin ♪

♪ Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin' ♪

♪ And keep them shook crews runnin' like they suppose to ♪

♪ They come around but they never come close to ♪

♪ I can see it inside your face You're in the wrong place ♪

♪ Cowards like you just get their whole body laced up with bullet holes and such ♪

♪ Speak the wrong words, man and you will get touched ♪

♪ You can put your whole army against my team ♪

♪ I guarantee it'll be your very last time breathin' ♪

♪ Your simple words just don't move me You're minor, we're major ♪

♪ You're all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player ♪

♪ Don't make me have to call your name out ♪

♪ Your crew is featherweight ♪

♪ My gunshots will make you levitate ♪

♪ I'm only 19 but my mind is old ♪

♪ And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold ♪

♪ Another nigga deceased Another story gets told ♪

♪ It ain't nothin' really Hey, yo, done spark the Phillie ♪

♪ So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas ♪

♪ Why they still alive I don't know, go figure ♪

[ Knocking ] Hold on a minute!

♪ I couldn't choose a better location ♪

♪ When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation ♪

♪ Getting closer to God in a tight situation ♪

♪ Now, take these words home and think it through ♪

♪ Or the next rhyme I write might be about you ♪

♪ Son they shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks ♪

What the fuck? Hold on a fuckin' minute!

♪ 'Cause there ain't no things as halfway crooks ♪

♪ Scared to death and scared to look ♪

♪ Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns ♪

♪ There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds ♪

♪ Some get shot, locked down and turn nuns ♪

♪ Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones ♪ ♪ Shook ones ♪♪

♪♪ [ Hip-hop Beat ]

[ Chattering ] [ Panting ]

[ Retching ]

[ Pounding ] [ Retching Continues ]

Yo, what the fuck! [ Coughs ]

Hey, what the fuck, man? Quit playin' with your fuckin' self!

Open the door! [ Toilet Flushing ]

What the fuck, man!

Who the fuck is you, nigga? Hey!

Where the hell you think you going?

I'm going backstage. I'm in the battle. You can't go backstage.

Come on, dawg. I got a stamp on my hand. You gotta go around front.

You just seen me, dawg! I just came from-- I didn't see nothin'.

Man, you just seen me! I just went to the bathroom! Whoa! What's happening?

This guy's got a fuckin' problem with me! Shut the fuck up.

He's straight, dawg. He's straight.

He with you? Yeah.

Okay, cool, Future. But I think your boy got an attitude problem.

Come on, man. You crazy, you know that? Trying to fight bouncers and shit.

The fuckin' guy's obviously got somethin' against me.

I go to the bathroom, come back, he's actin' like he don't know me.

You're above that bullshit. Hold on, man.

You fuckin' threw up on yourself, huh?

Come here, man.

[ Laughing ] Hey, Rabbit.

I know you ready, Rabbit.

Where you going? He hurled on his shirt.

Let me see. Yo! Get the fuck off me, Cheddar.

What are you doin', man?

Come on. It's deal time, Rabbit.

Our clique'll be on the map after you whup some ass tonight.

Me and Janeane just broke up.

What, again? And I left her the car.

Oh, come on, Rabbit.

Yo, she says she's pregnant.

She's gonna need the car if she's pregnant.

I'm gonna need a place to crash.

- You gonna stay at your mom's? - [ Laughing ]

Come on.

Yo! Can I get some privacy here, man?

All right. Come on, man, come on. What?

Yo, my bad, man.

Look, if something's gonna happen with this shit, it needs to happen now.

Hey, man, I feel you. I know exactly what you're talking about.

Yeah. All right, come on, man. How you feelin'?

I feel good. You feel good?

Yeah. You sure?

I'm ready.

You ready, baby. Yeah.

Ready to see you rip that shit, all right?

It's time to let these motherfuckers know.

It's all you, baby. Three-One-Third. It's all you, baby.

♪ Your lyrics are shitty Like when I cop a squat ♪

♪ Who told you could fuck with the mighty Papa Doc ♪

♪ For steppin' on the stage I should've rocked your knot ♪

♪ Don't get too close or you might get shot ♪

♪ You need to call your mama and tell her come get ya ♪

♪ And if she knew him she could bring your midget pops with her ♪

♪ I'll put a hole in your head like a .12-gauge ♪

♪ Quicken like Kris Kross jiggedy-jump your ass on stage ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm a grown man, son I'll slaughter you ♪

♪ Make your ma wish that her fat ass aborted you ♪♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa! A lot of hostility at the end of the 45 seconds.

Let me get that mic from you.

Open up a little bit. Let everybody see Future, know what I mean?

How y'all feelin' about Shorty Mike right here?

[ Booing, Yelling ] Kind of mediocre love? Just a'ight for Shorty Mike?

All right. What y'all think about Papa Doc, man?

That's what I'm talking about! Papa Doc! [ Cheering ]

All right, Papa. You go to the next round.

[ Chattering ] [ Future ] A'ight, next up, next up...

is my man Bunny Rabbit...

and Li'l Tic.

Come on, man. Bring your asses to the stage. We ain't got all day.

All right, all right. Enough of the fanfare.

Call it. Heads or tails? Heads.

Tails. Choose. You first.

All right, Li'l Tic, set it off.

D.J., 45 seconds. Spin that shit.

- I'm-a murder this man! - [ Shouting ]

♪ He the type to lose a fight with a dyke ♪

♪ They don't laugh 'cause you wack ♪

♪ They laugh 'cause you white with a mic ♪

[ Laughing ] ♪ You a laughingstock ♪

♪ You know when this laughter stop? ♪

♪ When you and Everlast's bitch-ass get popped ♪

♪ You a wigga that invented rhyme for money ♪

♪ Watch Li'l Tic spit kick the Energizer Bunny ♪

♪ Rip the rabbit head off Toss it to Hugh Hefner ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't play, boy Now tell me who's fresher? ♪

[ Crowd ] You are! ♪ L.T., that's right Cock the heat and shoot ya ♪

♪ I'll punish Rabbit or obsolete Future ♪ Damn!

♪ My paws love to maul an M.C. ♪

♪ 'Cause he's faker than a psychic with caller I.D. ♪

♪ So that bullshit, save it for storage ♪

♪ 'Cause this is hip-hop You don't belong, you're a tourist ♪

♪ So put your hockey sticks and baseball bat away ♪

♪ 'Cause this here Detroit 16 Mile Road is thataway ♪

♪ Thataway ♪♪ [ Future ] Whoa, whoa.

Okay, okay. Forty-five seconds. Very nice.

And you did a good job, Li'l Bitch-- I mean, Li'l Tic. My bad.

All right. Next up is my boy Bunny Rabbit.

[ Booing ] Hey, nigga, talk all that shit if you want to,

but I vouch for this motherfucker right here.

He's a genius, man. A motherfucking genius.

Dig that shit. Forty-five seconds, Rabbit. D.J., kick it.

Hey, yo.

- [ Booing ] - Come on, white boy! Let's go!

- Where'd y'all find this nigga at? - Get him, Rabbit!

Come on, Rabbit! Come on, Rabbit!

Come on, Rabbit! Come on!

[ Man ] Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke!

[ All ] Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke!

Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke!

[ Chanting Faster ] Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke!

[ Chanting Continues, Intensifies ]

Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke!

[ Chanting Continues ]

[ Booing Loudly ]

Get the fuck off the stage!

Fuck you, motherfuckers! Fuck you!

[ Booing Continues ]

[ Future ] Yo, Jimmy! Hold up!

Man. Don't even worry about it, dawg, a'ight?

I'll call you tomorrow. I got to go back inside, a'ight?

A'ight. Stay strong, my brother.

- Yeah. - You'll rip 'em next time.

Yep. Yeah, next time.

Peace out, Rabbit!

[ Dog Barking ] [ People Chattering ]

[ Dog Barking ]

[ Moaning ]

What the fuck?

Oh, shit, Rabbit. Oh, God.

You okay, baby?

Don't you think you should have called or knocked first or something?

I mean-- Phone's disconnected.

I know that, Rabbit.

I got to get down to the phone place tomorrow and--

I been busy, you know?

Rabbit, what the fuck you doing here?

How about knockin'?

Me and Janeane just broke up.

Oh, I'm sorry, honey.

I thought you had a really good thing goin' with her.

She sleepin' with somebody else? No.

Yo, I got to work in the morning, so--

You and Future still, um, at that Little Caesars over in Warren?

No. I'm down in New Detroit Stamping now.

Oh. Well, that's good. What? [ Scoffs ]

[ Giggling ] He got fired from a pizza place.

Yo. At least I got a fuckin' job.

Okay, stop it.

Only ex-cons and welfare moms work at that plant, man.

Baby, are y-you stayin' here for a while or what?

Just for a couple weeks.

Got to save up enough to get my own place.

Just like Bob Zurowsky.

All your friends still living at home, aren't they, Rabbit? Okay.

What a bunch of fuckin' losers.

Fuck you! Jimmy!

- What's your problem, you little ingrate? - What's your problem?

Don't kick my fuckin' clothes! Don't fuckin' judge me, man!

Why don't you grow up? Goin' around actin' like a punk.

Fought motherfuckers bigger than you before. What's up? Stop!

Fuckin' punk! Stop it!

[ Dog Barking ]

Hey, Lily.

Hey, baby. What are you still doin' up?

You woke me up, you know.

- Yeah, I'm sorry, baby. - What the fuck I do?

Let's go back to bed. Will you sing to me?

Yeah, of course I will. Come on.

♪ I know this girl ♪

♪ Her name is Lily ♪

♪ And it's past her bed ♪

♪ T-I-M-E ♪

♪ She goes to sleep ♪

♪ And she can just dream ♪

♪ And not have to be ♪

♪ In a stinky trailer with me ♪

♪ So when I feel blue ♪

♪ Don't know what to do ♪

♪ I look at you ♪

♪ And I just say-- ♪♪

[ Blows Raspberry ] [ Giggles ]

[ Snorting ]

Good night, baby. Go to sleep.

Rabbit, if you're gonna live here, you have to get along with Greg.

He started it.

You can't fuck this up for me, baby.

You just can't.

Whatever.

No milk.

Can I get a ride to work in the morning?

Where's your car?

I left it with Janeane.

- You're gonna let me borrow your car? - Nope.

It's your birthday present.

My birthday's not for two weeks.

I know.

But you're still my little Rabbit, right?

I need to get to sleep.

[ Engine Doesn't Crank ]

[ Engine Doesn't Crank ]

Bunny! What up, dawg.

Heard about you and Janeane, dawg.

- Thought you might be back home. - This ain't my home.

Why you up so early? Up?

Man, I ain't even been to bed, dawg.

I came to talk to you-- I don't got time to talk. I'm late for work.

Can you give me a ride? My ma's got the car.

Yo, don't tell nobody I'm livin' back here, man. All right, dawg.

What happened to you last night? I heard you got caught out.

People sayin' some fucked-up shit.

Yeah? Yeah.

Man, why you still goin' to The Shelter, dawg?

Ain't nobody down there but clowns who ain't got deals and never gonna get deals.

You need to stay at home. You know Wink's got ya. Whatever, man.

Look, I'm telling you, man, I'm on my way.

And I'm takin' you with me. You're the franchise, baby.

The franchise? Yeah.

I'm takin' a fuckin' bus to work, man.

Look. I was just on the horn with my man Roy Darucher.

That promo guy? Yeah.

Now Roy's all hooked up at 98.

So what's he need you for?

What's he need me for? Talent, dawg.

Now you know that's my specialty.

I'm the one that tipped him on Big O and got that fat man out of flippin' burgers.

Roy liked what he heard,

slid some cash out for that nigga's demo and-- boom-- just like that,

Big O got himself a deal, and it's all because of me.

Roy paid for Big O's demo? Every penny.

If they thought Big O was hot, wait till they get a taste of B-Rabbit.

I'm building an empire. I'm taking you with me. You're next.

A'ight. I'll talk to you later. A'ight.

Call me later, dawg. Okay.

♪♪ [ Rap Beat ]

[ Man ] ♪ It's all right It's okay ♪

♪ I'm gonna make it anyway ♪

♪ I'm gonna make it ♪

♪ Gonna make it somehow ♪

♪ Feel like Still might ♪

♪ Still write ♪

♪ Real life ♪

♪ Gonna jump on stage Kill mics ♪

♪ Still white Hate life ♪

♪ Brake lights Stage fright ♪

♪ Drawin' a blank, like ♪♪

Up! Down!

Up! Down!

What up, Manny? You was late today, Smith.

Yeah, I know. It wasn't my fault. My car wouldn't start.

It ain't never your fault. I don't want to hear it.

I guess this probably isn't the best timing,

but I really need some extra shifts, Manny.

Are you shittin' me? You just started working here-- Hey, Dutton.

Is he shittin' me? What?

You late again, Smith, and you're fired.

I'm lookin' for John Latourno.

I can take you. I don't think so, Smith.

Right this way. Thank you.

♪♪ [ Greg Scatting ]

♪ Big wheels keep on turnin' ♪ Who the fuck is that?

Greg Buehl. ♪ Carry me home to see my kin ♪

That dude is practically livin' with my fuckin' mom, dawg.

♪ Singin' songs about the Southland ♪♪ They met at bingo.

Wait. Greg Buehl? ♪♪ [ Continues ]

He went to our school, right?

[ Chuckles ] [ Greg ] Yeah!

I got to save up some money and get the hell out of here.

Shit is ridiculous. ♪♪ [ Continues: Guitar ]

♪ Well, Jimmy moved in with his mother ♪

♪ 'Cause he ain't got no place to go ♪

♪ And now I'm right back in the gutter ♪

♪ With a garbage bag that's full of clothes ♪

Bust it, bust it. ♪ 'Cause you live at home in a trailer ♪

♪ What the hell you gonna do? ♪ Yee-haw!

♪ 'Cause I live at home in a trailer ♪

- ♪ Mom, I'm comin' home to you ♪ - Uh. Break it down. Uh.

♪ Well, my name is Jimmy His name's Greg Buehl ♪

- ♪ Me, him and you We went to the same school ♪ - ♪ School ♪

♪ This ain't cool I'm in a rage ♪

♪ He's tappin' my mom We're almost the same age ♪

♪ On the microphone I drop bombs ♪

♪ Look at this car Thanks a lot, Ma ♪

♪ Here, happy birthday, Rabbit ♪

♪ Here's a brand-new car You can have it ♪

♪ A 1928 Delta ♪

♪ The shit won't even get me to The Shelter ♪

♪ And I can't even say I'm from Motown ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm back in the 8-1-0 now ♪

♪ 'Cause I live at home in a trailer ♪

♪ Mom, I'm comin' home to you ♪♪

Jimmy, you know there's another battle next week, right?

- And I don't want to hear shit about it. I'm signin' you up. - Man, don't.

- Come on. You got to battle. - Future, I'm not you, dawg.

- Look at me. - Listen, once they hear you,

it won't matter what color you are.

Look, you win some of these battles,

Three-One-Third will have all the street credit we need, with you and me as the anchors.

Yo, did you hear that, uh, Wink has been talkin' to that promo guy?

[ Chuckles ] Yeah. I heard that bullshit.

- Look, Wink is scandalous, dawg. - Could be a shot.

You know I'm tryin' to get straight with the Lord, my man up there.

So I don't really like bringin' too much negative toward my positive world.

But Wink is just talkin' shit. There'll be no action, just talk--

♪ Sweet home Alabama ♪

You got a cigarette?

[ Laughing ]

- The dude mentally ill? - Car accident, man.

He's supposed to get some big settlement check soon or some shit.

Man, will you hurry up with that thing?

- Yo, try it now. - [ Sighs ]

[ Engine Cranking ] Give it some gas.

[ Engine Starts, Revs ]

[ Laughing ]

That's what I'm talkin' about, baby.

Come on, man. We goin' out tonight.

Uh! Uh!

Tonight? Yeah, tonigh--

Look, fuck last night. Okay? Forget it.

What about gettin' straight with the Lord?

Come on, man, it's Saturday. I can get straight with the Lord on Sunday.

[ Chuckles ]

♪♪ [ Hip-hop ] Oh, hey, B, I got these new beats, man.

You know how much I like your moms and everything, B--

Shit. How much I really, really like your mama, Rabbit. [ Laughs ]

But she wasn't doin' you no favor when she left you this car, man.

Fuck you. Get out and walk. At least the radio plays.

♪♪ [ Rap ] What up with the whole East Coast/West Coast thing?

Word. We got to put the Mo on the map.

Yeah. Talk about the 3-1-3.

Man, nobody even knows Detroit is the 3-1-3.

Three-one-three! Three-one-three!

What the fuck you talkin' about? You from 8-1-0.

Man, we just got to make our own sound. Fuck everybody else.

Then we get us a deal, go platinum,

get cheesed out...

and get all the bitches!

- All the ho's. - Mmm!

Do you think I have a big head?

- [ Clears Throat ] - Oh! Oh!

- [ Future ] Oh, shit! - Why'd you bring that damn thing, man?

- Oh, man. Shoot it! - Shoot! Shoot!

[ Laughing ] Pinkeye, bitch!

Let me see! Let me see! Let me see! Let me see!

Let me show y'all motherfuckers how to shoot something.

- Do it, do it, do it. - [ Horn Honking ]

Okay, okay. Here we go. Here we go.

Here it is. Here it is. Here it is.

[ Shouting ]

Take the wheel, man. Come on, Jimmy. Come on, man.

Take the gas. I got the gas.

Man, come on, Rabbit.

[ D.J. Iz ] Hey, Rabbit, get back in the car, man.

Hit the bus! Hit the bus! Hit the bus! Hit the bus!

- Oh! - Oh, no! - No! Don't do that!

Oh, shit, man!

- [ All Talking At Once ] - [ Laughing ]

What the fuck is wrong with you? [ Laughing ]

[ Laughing, Shouting ] [ Siren Blaring ]

- Oh, shit! - Fuck!

Toss the weed! Toss the weed, Cheddar!

- Toss the motherfuckin' weed! - Throw it out!

- [ Music, Engine Stop ] - What the fuck you doin'?

- The fuckin' car just died, dawg. - Oh, come on, man.

Told y'all stupid-ass niggas not to be doin' that shit.

[ Siren Blaring, Approaching ]

That rifle ain't mine, right, Jimmy? I don't wanna go to jail.

Shut the fuck up, Cheddar.

I'm fuckin' serious. I get claustrophobic.

You were scared. You were scared.

No, you were scared. You were scared.

Man, you know how many abandoned buildings we have in Detroit?

How are you supposed to take pride in your neighborhood with shit like that next door?

And does the city tear 'em down?

No. They too busy building casinos and taking money from the people.

Shut your preachin' ass up. Nobody care about that shit.

Did you care when that crackhead raped that little girl?

Would that have happened if he didn't have an abandoned house to take her to?

They caught him, didn't they? Yeah, they caught him.

Dumb motherfucker went back to the house.

How stupid could a nigga be?

Yo, Rabbit. What's happening under that hood, man? It's just a short. Chill out.

I ain't gettin' back in that piece of shit. It's a death trap.

I think Jimmy's mom's tryin' to kill him.

Yeah. But she's so goddamn fine. Hell, yes.

Don't be sayin' shit about my mom or my fuckin' car, man.

I hear everythin'.

- He a ninja now? - [ Engine Starts ]

Hey, Rabbit! Okay, okay, okay.

It's about time. ♪ Money under the hood Money on the mic ♪

♪ Freaky gals here we come ♪♪ Yo. Let me get a light, D.J.

♪♪ [ Rap On Radio ]

♪ I gotta get mine You gotta get yours ♪

♪ I gotta get mine You gotta get yours ♪

♪ I gotta get mine You gotta get yours ♪

♪ I gotta get mine You gotta get yours ♪♪

♪♪ [ Ends ] ♪♪ [ Song Changes ]

♪♪ [ Rapping ]

[ Future ] Aw, shit. What the fuck's goin' on out here?

What's up, man? You all right? Yeah, I'm cool.

Yeah? You sure? Yeah.

You the man, Rabbit. Yeah.

♪ I use my voice to spit the fiery reign Try and refrain ♪

Come on, baby, it's redemption time. Come on, man. Come on, man.

♪ I be the nigga in The Shelter who'll be eyein' your chain ♪

♪ Three-one-three area bound to bury you with vengeance ♪

♪ My rhyme sentences will put an end to your existence ♪

♪ With a rigorousness Niggas, I'm serious ♪

♪ Delirious Cause a curious ♪

♪ Pause the fury 'cause Throw my jaws from devouring y'all raw ♪♪

Whoo! Okay, okay. Three-One-Third, we in the house.

You know what I mean? Mac Mitten's finest. D.J. Iz, gimme that beat.

Hip-Hop Shop, baby. [ Future ] Come on. Come on.

[ Future ] Uh, uh, uh, uh.

♪ You forced to listen to the individual, the metaphysical ♪

♪ The Mac Mitten rhyme ritual ♪

♪ Heterosexual Syllables, they sound complex to you ♪

♪ Line's perplexin' you With words that could put a hex on you ♪

♪ Snap that neck on you Murder you, boil you ♪

♪ We keep a white boy or two Let my man grab the mic ♪

♪ You'll see how Bunny Rabbit do ♪♪ Come on, man.

Come on, man. Come on. Kick that shit, baby. Come on.

Come on, man.

Uh, uh. Watch that nigga kick this shit.

Uh, uh.

- All right, speed it up a little bit, Iz. - Come on, baby.

All right, look. Yo. Yo.

♪ Your style is generic Mine's authentic made ♪

♪ I roll like a renegade You need clinic aid ♪

♪ My techniques bizarre and ill I scar and kill ♪

♪ You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill ♪

♪ As I proceed to cook and grill ya, that's all it took to kill ya ♪

♪ You better recognize me like I look familiar ♪

♪ You wanna battle? You beat around the bush like you scared to lick pussy ♪

♪ So you eat around the tush I need a clown to push ♪

♪ Someone that I can bully Wait a minute, I don't think you understand fully ♪

♪ See, me without a style is like mustard without the Heinz I lead the new school ♪

♪ You're a buster without the rhymes, I'll crush the shit out your lines ♪

♪ Now I'm the dashiki smokin' da lick-licky ♪

♪ Ten freaky girls inside the Chin Tiki ♪

- ♪ Girl, when you see me ♪ - ♪ You better believe me ♪

♪ This ain't a game and pimpin' ain't easy ♪

♪ Anything goes when it come to ho's ♪

♪ I'm the kingpin when it comes to flows ♪

♪ You better ask someone if you don't know ♪

♪ When you see me, girl, say, "What up, dawg?" ♪

♪ Ten freaky girls Ten, ten, ten freaky girls ♪♪

[ Laughing ] Silly Rabbit.

- Shit. Look, man. - [ Chattering Stops ]

Listen up now. Leadaz of Tha Free World in the motherfuckin' house.

- Me and Papa Doc'll battle any motherfuckers here. - Yeah.

- Told you them niggas was talkin' shit. - Man, fuck Tha Free World.

- Yeah! Fuck Tha Free World! [ Chuckles ] - Fuck Tha Free World?

You Three-One-Third bitches is wack.

♪ Hey, yo, fat ass Yeah, I'm talking about your man Sol ♪

♪ I bet if I kicked you in your chest, pork chops will fall out your asshole ♪

♪ You cats is pussies Soft like wet flowers ♪

♪ Leadaz of Tha Free World here to smash all you cowards ♪

- ♪ Look at Future-- ♪♪ - Don't even start, nigga.

- What you gonna do about it, faggot? - Who you callin' a faggot?

Don't play yourself, bitch.

Hold on. Yo, Elvis. You don't wanna step to this.

You need to take that white-ass rap shit of yours back across 8 Mile.

Caught your choke act at The Shelter last night.

[ Mock Gagging ] [ Laughing ]

- Oh, shit! - [ Shouting ]

Hey, what you gonna do about this, niggas?

- Come on, man. - No, no, no. Put the shit down. Put the shit down.

- Come on, now! - Pull out! Pull out!

- [ Shouting ] - Chill, man. Come on, man.

Yo, yo, Iz. It's cool. Come on, now.

- Iz, it's cool. - Yo, come on, man. Let's go.

We cool. Come on!

I should fuck you up, Cheddar.

What the fuck were you thinkin', man? "Fuck Tha Free World."

You just said it. ♪♪ [ Hip-Hop ]

Yeah, Hip-Hop Shop. Leadaz of Tha Free World. A'ight, dawg.

Hey, Hip-Hop Shop, Wednesday night.

Come on down. Come on down.

Hey, girl, uh, it's gonna be your only opportunity to blow the both of us, baby.

'Cause after we go platinum, you won't be able to get to me and Future.

And, uh, why do they call you Future?

See, I had a lot of names, you know, the most conceited kind.

I was, uh, Maximum Brimstone, Godfather "D", Devastatin' "D",

Big "D"-- you know, that has a double meaning to it.

But see, none of those really worked for me...

till I started hosting those battles down at The Shelter.

One day, somebody said, "You know what, man?

You are the future of hip-hop in Detroit."

So you see, baby, sometimes you got to find your name and, uh,

other times, your name finds you.

You want to smoke some ganja?

See, that's our problem. If we don't respect our sisters, who will?

Yo, we're doin' it to ourselves.

He's my brother. He don't like pussy.

Yo, Rabbit. Teach me to write rhymes.

That's the way to get the ladies, right?

Let me out. I'll see you there. Yo, yo, yo.

Hold up. Look, I'm sorry. Yo, I'm sorry, man.

I didn't know Papa and L.C. were on that bullshit until tonight.

- Yeah, right. - Look, man.

You know I wouldn't be messin' with them...

except I'm promotin' a show with them at the Hip-Hop Shop next week.

Those Free World bitches?

You see what the fuck I'm talkin' about, Jimmy?

Look, man, they're just one of the acts.

Hey, Jimmy, if you want, I'll step out, man. You're my friend.

I don't want you bein' mad at me. Do what you wanna do.

Yeah, do what you wanna do, dawg.

Only respect, baby. That's what I'm talkin' about.

Respect yourself, sister.

Goddamn. Don't you ever shut up, man?

Why you got to push me? Damn, Future.

Man, what the hell is his problem?

Future? Yeah.

- He thinks sometimes you talk some bullshit. - Who is he to say what's real?

Just 'cause he hosts those battles?

Ain't that Janeane over there?

- Oh, yeah. - I thought she was pregnant.

[ D.J. Iz ] Pregnant?

- I'm out, dawg. - Yeah.

I'll be outside.

A'ight. A'ight, man.

By myself.

[ Laughing ]

I'll be back. Here's your chance, girl. Go ahead.

You're Jimmy Smith, Jr.

Yeah.

My name's Alex.

So did you find the guy you was lookin' for?

What guy? At the plant.

Yeah. That was my brother. I was borrowing his car.

So... I hear you're a real dope rapper.

A dope rapper? Yeah.

Who told you I was a dope rapper?

You know, it's around.

If you're so dope, what you doin' workin' over at Dead End Stamping?

Your brother works there. Yeah, my brother's a loser.

What about you?

I'm workin' at Intermezzo, savin' up enough cash to get out of this place.

Well, busin' dishes is much better than pressin' bumpers.

I'm not gonna be there long.

Where you goin'? New York.

I won this modeling contest a couple of months ago.

One of the judges said he could help me out.

Just gotta get a book together. What if he ain't for real?

All I'm lookin' for is a ticket.

Yo, Rabbit.

You and your new friend wanna bounce to an after-hours spot?

Rabbit?

Let me go ask my friends.

Mmm.

Guys. So how'd it go?

Why don't we go to this after-hours place?

So where we goin'? Hmm? Oh. My house.

What about your mom? Workin' nights now.

This the after-hours spot?

Heck, yeah.

Can some of us ride with you?

[ Laughing ]

- Why do they call you Rabbit? - He's fast and he likes to fuck.

- Oh, well. - Get your hand off my balls!

- What are you being all ignorant for? - Oh, shit! Jimmy.

- What's the matter with you? - My bad, you guys.

So you signed anything yet? Not yet,

but I'm workin' on a little somethin' somethin' for him.

- Yeah? - Yeah. He's gonna record a demo at MCA soon.

- Really? - Yeah, well--

If you really want to see Jimmy flow,

make sure you come down to the next battle at The Shelter.

Yeah! He's the best!

- Shut up, Cheddar.

- When's the battle? - Friday night.

Yeah? Can I come?

There's no way I'm fuckin' battlin' next Friday, dawg.

You know damn well you're gonna battle if she's there.

'Cause you're gonna wanna be the man, you know what I'm sayin'?

All right, man. Just don't fuckin' push. Guess we all need to be pushed.

Ha. My bad. I'm sorry. [ Laughing ]

You gonna let him push you? You can never catch me and you never will!

Out of my way, freaky girl! [ Laughing ]

Wipe your feet! Yo, Jimmy, wipe your feet!

♪♪ [ Hip-hop ]

You like? Hmm?

She's getting out of the "D," though. Hey, bro, please.

That's what they all say.

Nah. I think she's different.

Hey, man, that chick really blew both you guys?

I'm a sinner, James.

Come to the church with me in the morning.

Hey.

Uh, I saw you talkin' to Papa Doc in Chin Tiki.

How you know him? You mean Clarence?

He went to Cranbrook with Christine's brother.

- Do you want to dance? - Not right now.

Fuckin' Wink, man.

Tryin' to keep us in division with all that fake-ass, Big Willie wannabe talk.

There ain't shit wrong with a free demo.

Free comes with a dick right up your ass, Jimmy.

Three-One-Third is real. The shit that Wink is talkin' about is wack.

I don't understand why the media's not all over this.

It's just a matter of time before it all happens again. The city don't give a fuck.

[ Together ] What the hell is he talkin' about?

That abandoned house where that little girl got raped.

[ D.J. Iz ] It's what you call "an attractive nuisance."

You better believe that place wouldn't still be standing if it was on the other side of 8 Mile.

It could have been Lily, Rabbit.

Burn this shit down to the ground. Burn it down.

- That's what I'm talkin' about. - Okay, I got it.

Fuckin' yeah, man. Let's burn this fuckin' thing down.

- Watch out, Cheddar. - This is the definition of an attractive nuisance.

- Hey, Rock! Come on, Rock. Let's burn this thing. - Right behind you, man.

- That's what I'm talkin' about. - Yeah, baby.

Could have sworn I had some matches. You got some?

You got my lighter? I gave it back to you.

- I got one. - Wink, you got the lighter?

[ Future ] What you doin'?

[ All ] No!

- Oh, shit! Get out! - Run!

[ Crackling ]

Hey, what the fuck, you guys?

I'm gonna fuck you up, Cheddar!

[ Laughing ]

Hey, Rabbit, word!

Rah!

Hey, I burned the house down! [ Laughing ]

[ Shouting, Laughing ]

♪ The roof The roof ♪

♪ The roof is on fire ♪

♪ We don't need no water Let the motherfucker burn ♪

♪ Burn, motherfucker, burn ♪♪

It's almost beautiful.

When I was little,

I wanted to live in a house like this.

You know, how it used to be.

You live with your family? [ Siren Blaring, Distant ]

I got out of there as quick as I could.

Left home when I was 17. What about you?

Sort of the same. [ Cheering, Shouting ]

[ Future ] Yo, let's get the fuck outta here.

When you record your demo,

I'd really love to be there.

Alex. Hey, girl.

You're gonna be great. [ Siren Blaring ]

I got a feelin' about ya.

[ Woman ] Let's go, Alex.

See ya. See ya.

[ Sirens Blaring, Continues ]

[ Future ] Cheddar, bring your ass on! Come on!

[ Sirens, Approaching ]

[ TV Playing ]

[ TV Character ] Doggone pesky mosquitoes. Now, let's see.

Mmm. Oh, yeah, yeah. And the mirror said--

Shit! What's the matter?

We're bein' evicted. Goddamn it!

Come on, Mom. Not in front of Lily. Shit.

I can't let Greg find out about this.

Fuck Greg.

Okay.

I'm three months late.

We got 30 days to come up with the money. What do you mean "we"?

If you're gonna live here, you gotta start chippin' in, Rabbit.

When's Greg gettin' his settlement check? Get the money from him.

No, no, I can't.

He's gonna ask me and Lily to move away with him.

Someplace nice, real soon.

I-I can't freak him out. You got to stop livin' your life like this.

If you really cared about Lily, you would get a job and quit fuckin' around.

I got to go. I'll be late for work.

What are you doin' with your life that's so great, Rabbit?

Wink's workin' on a deal...

where I can get free studio time to record my demo.

Yeah. Right.

Bye, baby.

♪ Alex Latourno Hotter than an inferno ♪

Up! ♪ Hotter than a crack house ♪

- Down! - ♪ Burn internal ♪

Up! Down!

I don't know why Manny's got to give me so much shit all the time, man.

Maybe it's 'cause you keep giving him reason to.

Stick to the plan, man.

Just do your work and shut the fuck up.

Up!

Down!

Why haven't you called?

Janeane, I can't talk about this here. You're gonna get me fired.

I'm your girlfriend.

No, you're not my girlfriend. We broke up.

I'll call you later. You just took off without sayin' a word.

At least I left you the car.

Was it 'cause I said I was pregnant?

Come on, Janeane. I know why you said that bullshit.

You gotta get out of here. I didn't know what else to do.

Tell me why you left and I'll leave you alone. It's not you, okay?

Janeane, it's me. It's my shit. I had to go.

Why? What are you running from?

Nothing. Would you just go?

You know that everybody's calling you a loser from the other night?

- Who said that? - Everybody's talking about it.

How you froze up and got booed offstage.

- Fuck you, Janeane. Go home. - [ Chuckling ]

- What was all that about? - I'm sorry, Manny. It wasn't my--

- It won't happen again. - Good.

Don't be bringin' that shit around here.

Now get back to work.

Rakim was the first rapper to kick complex lyrics. I give you Rakim, no question.

But as far as beat and lyrics go, Biggie is the bomb. I don't believe this.

Y'all gonna talk about complex shit and then leave out my man Tupac.

Fuck Tupac! Fuck Tupac? Nigga, you crazy?

- Pac's the only lyrical motherfucker out there. - His shit do got emotion.

What about the Beasties? [ Future ] Man, fuck the Beasties.

How you even gonna bring the Beasties' shit in the mix?

They bust some serious shit.

No. Them white boys, that's more like busters on some serious shit.

I ain't gonna be bumpin' no Beastie,

but it's always easier for a white man to succeed in a black man's medium, right?

[ Future ] Word up. That's true.

Yo! Whoa!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey! - All right.

What you doin', man? Rabbit!

[ Future ] Oh, shit!

[ Cheddar ] Don't you worry, Rabbit. I got your back.

Hey. Hey, what's up, B?

- You wanna fuck with us, bitch? - Shut your bitch-ass up.

- [ Shouting ] - Get off my man!

Yo, get that motherfucker!

Get off me, man!

He's right.

[ Papa Doc ] Come on, man. Let him go.

[ Gunshot ]

Yeah! You wanna fuck with us? Huh?

- Fuck with us, yeah? - Cheddar, what the fuck are you doin', man?

Where did you get that shit?

It's my mom's.

Man, put that shit away, dawg, before you fuckin' kill somebody!

- Papa Doc had one! - Put it away!

- Man, put that down, man. - Come on, Cheddar.

- Okay. All right. - [ Gunshot ]

- Fuck man! - Oh, shit!

What the fuck?

- Shit. - Let's get out of here.

You all right, man? Oh, shit!

[ All Shouting ] We got to get him to a hospital, y'all.

Keys? Where are the keys? Get the fuckin' car!

[ Screaming ] I got to put pressure on it. I got to put pressure on it.

- Try not to think about it. - He shot his fuckin' dick off!

Did I? Man, shut the fuck up, man!

Future, take Gratiot to McDougall.

Motherfucker, I live here too. I know how to get there. Then fuckin' get us there!

Rabbit's gonna teach me how to write rhyme.

What the fuck were you doin' with a gun anyway, man?

What the fuck were you doin' with those motherfuckers?

- You know I had a show with them tomorrow night! - Calm the fuck down!

What are y'all trippin' about? M.C. Bob.

What? M.C. Bob.

Man, what are you talkin' about? Is that a good name?

What's wrong with Cheddar Bob? I like M.C. Bob.

Right?

Yeah. M.C. Bob.

[ Wink ] I'm the one that got that fat man out of flippin' burgers.

Really? Yeah. Now Roy's gotta interview him down at JLB.

And I'm gonna be there. Oh, it's finna be on.

So the doctor said that he hit an artery, but he's gonna be okay.

Oh, yeah. That's good, man. Where you been?

Prayin'. Is he all right?

Yeah. It's cool. Let's go.

Wink was just tellin' us how he got in with Roy Darucher.

Yeah. Shit's hot, man.

[ Sol ] He doin' an interview down at JLB.

Why you even listenin' to this clown?

What? You heard me.

Clown. [ Turning Key, Engine Dead ]

[ Wink ] I don't know why you got to be all like that.

This is a good deal for him. This shit is for real.

Oh. It's for real?

-Like that time you said your cousin worked for Dr. Dre? -[ Snickering ]

Or like that time you were real tight with that intern in Russell Simmons's office?

- [ Laughing ] - Or how about the time--

Man, shut the fuck up! Why you always givin' me shit, man?

I mean, is it because I'm makin' moves?

Or is it because your ass is stuck hosting battles for, like, two years?

- You're a fuckin' loser. - Who the fuck you callin' a loser?

Chill! What the fuck, man? How can you guys fight about this shit now?

I know what you're trying to do with our group, bitch!

- Man, suck a dick! - [ All Shouting ]

[ Jimmy ] Stop! Fucking stop!

Cheddar's layin' up in the fuckin' hospital...

and you guys wanna fight about this?

So fuckin' stupid.

[ Wink ] Forget this car, B.

[ Sol ] I'll give you a ride to work in the morning.

[ Woman On TV ] I'm afraid you've made a mistake.

I don't have any little colored girl in my class.

[ Woman #2 ] Why, there's Sarah Jane.

There's my baby. You mean Sarah Jane Johnson?

Yes, ma'am. I'm Mrs. Johnson.

Sarah Jane, baby, I brought you--

Sarah Jane!

[ Jimmy ] Did you win at bingo tonight?

No.

You record your demo yet?

What happened to you?

Cheddar Bob had an accident. He's fine. I'm fine.

You and your friends.

Mom, don't start, please.

It's been a long fuckin' night.

Tell me about it.

Me and Greg are havin' problems.

- He found out about the eviction? - No.

The settlement check ain't comin'? No, it's comin'.

It's comin'. It's our-- It's our sex life.

Mom, I don't want to hear this shit.

I mean, it's good. It's real good.

But he just doesn't like-- Mom, I don't want to hear this.

Greg won't go down on me. Mom!

Hey, Sol. You ever wonder at what point you gotta just say, "Fuck it, man"?

Like when you gotta stop livin' up here and start livin' down here?

It's 7:30 in the morning, dawg.

[ Chuckles ]

Yo, thank your mom for the car, dawg. A'ight.

♪ Man, I'm gettin' so sick and tired ♪

♪ Of fuckin' with this steel ♪

♪ They only give us 30 minutes to eat lunch and chill ♪

[ Workers Murmuring ] ♪ My body achin' just to get a buck ♪

♪ I'm sick of eatin' this shit off this fuckin' lunch truck ♪

♪ Nasty-ass food I'm in a nasty-ass mood ♪

♪ I should've called in sick Shit, I had somethin' to do ♪

♪ I can't believe that I'm hearin' all this ravin' and rantin' ♪

♪ From Vanessa up here at the New Detroit Stampin' ♪

♪ You need to get your food and take your ass back to work ♪

♪ You're dreamin' if you think them corny-ass raps'll work ♪

[ Laughing ] ♪ Look at y'all ♪

♪ Standin' out here freezin' like dumb fucks ♪

♪ Rappin' and waitin' for food off this raggedy lunch truck ♪

♪ Who want what? Who pumped up to get rolled up? ♪

♪ I spit venom in every direction Soak some up ♪

♪ Look at this fat-ass nigga Sloppy sucker ♪

♪ You an ugly motherfucker Your pop should have wore a rubber ♪

♪ Stop rhymin' Keep your day job, Vanessa ♪

♪ Next time, leave that bullshit home on the dresser ♪

♪ Speaking of dresses ♪

- ♪ Take a look at Paul the fruitcake ♪ - [ Laughing ]

♪ When you travel you probably pack panties in your suitcase ♪

♪ Made out of lace from Victoria's Secret ♪

♪ If ten men came in a cup you'd probably drink it ♪♪

[ Workers Groaning, Laughing ]

♪ Okay, folks Enough with the gay jokes ♪

♪ Especially from a gay broke bitch yourself, eh, Loc? ♪

Who is this-- ♪ His style is doo-doo ♪

♪ You've worked here longer than me and I get paid more than you do ♪

Serious, man. ♪ Dawg, take a seat ♪

♪ What's this guy standin' in line for? He ain't got money to eat ♪

♪ Check this out Yo, yo ♪

♪ This guy cashed his whole check and bought one Ho Ho ♪

[ Laughing ] ♪ Fuckin' homo, little maggot You can't hack it ♪

♪ Paul's gay You're a faggot ♪

♪ At least he admits it Don't even risk it ♪

- ♪ This guy's starvin' to death Someone get him a biscuit ♪ - [ Laughing ]

♪ I don't know what they told you, Mike ♪

♪ You must have them cornrows rolled too tight ♪

♪ This job you wanna quit but you can't ♪

♪ You've worked at this plant so long, you're a plant ♪

♪ Look at your goddamn boots ♪

♪ For Chrissakes they're startin' to grow roots ♪

[ Laughing ]

♪ On this mic you'll be faded ♪

- ♪ You look like a pissed-off rapper who never made it ♪ - [ Workers ] Ooh!

♪ Hey, why you fuckin' with the gay guy, G ♪

♪ When really you're the one who's got the H.I.V. ♪

Ooh! ♪ Man, I'm done with this clown He's soft ♪

♪ Fuck it I'll let homegirl finish you off ♪♪

[ Shouting ]

[ Vanessa ] ♪ A guy like you would never get a real woman ♪

♪ You jackass, go jack-off That's the only way you cummin' ♪♪

Lookin' for your brother?

I was. [ Vanessa Continues, Indistinct ]

Do you wanna do somethin' tonight?

Are you askin' me out on a date, Jimmy Smith, Jr.?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am.

Why don't you take me somewhere now?

Come on.

[ Chuckles ]

Where are we going?

[ Man ] Come on! We gotta start that second pallet!

[ Panting ]

[ Unzipping ]

[ Chuckles ] [ Sighs ]

You were so good outside.

- In line at a lunch truck? - Yeah.

And at the Chin Tiki the other night?

And that demo thing with Wink?

You're gonna get a deal soon.

[ Whispers ] I feel it.

You was in the parkin' lot the other night?

My friends think you're crazy. Yo, your friends don't even know me.

[ Knocking On Door ] [ D.J. Iz ] Man, ain't nobody here.

[ Future ] I can't believe they sent him home already.

If you ain't got insurance, the medical establishment will fuck you up.

Where the fuck else would he be? Just thank God he's alive.

[ Scoffs ] No. Thank God he didn't shoot his fuckin' dick off.

That's why brothers need to sign themselves a deal. I'm tellin' you.

Record labels supply niggas with the benefits they need.

Dawg, if we sign us a deal, you can take the motherfuckin' benefits.

We talkin' Bentleys and Benjamins, not Blue Cross and Blue Shield.

I don't give a fuck about none of that.

I wanna hear Three And A Third on the box, know what I'm sayin'?

One of them strong songs on JLB.

We need to save that shit up, put it into savings bonds.

We can build our own studio-- Savings bonds?

Let me ask you a question, dawg.

How the fuck are we brothers? We need fine bitches and phat rides.

- No goddamn savings bonds. - That's all we ever do, man, is talk shit.

"We need to get fine bitches and phat rides!"

"No, what we need to do is put our money in savings bonds."

"No, what we need to do is get our songs on JLB."

Man, shut the fuck up. All of us never do shit about nothin'.

We're still broke as fuck and live at home with our moms.

Yo, I'm outta here. I'll catch you guys later.

Man, get yo' mad, ramblin' ass in the car. Yeah.

I hope you get a new ride soon.

Yeah, maybe for that birthday trippin' ass.

I'm gonna call yo mama, see what I can work out. [ Laughing ]

- [ Future ] I got shotgun, Shabba. - [ D.J. Iz Laughing ]

[ Sol ] Nigga, get in the back, Farrakhan.

[ Door Slamming, Engine Starting ]

♪♪ [ Rap On TV ]

Man, why you pretendin' to be asleep?

Yo, I seen you out the window, Bob.

I didn't feel like talkin'.

Why not?

I didn't want them makin' fun of me.

Do you know what I'm sayin', Rabbit?

- Yeah. - You do?

M.C. Bob.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Lily Laughing ]

It's like you see in the magazines and stuff?

What up, dawg?

Hey, Rabbit. Where ya been?

You call him Rabbit too?

I gave him that nickname. Stop it.

N-No, I did. When he was little,

he had buckteeth and big ears-- [ Giggling ]

He was so cute.

"Wike a wittle wabbit." Right, baby? [ Laughing ]

[ Laughing Continues ]

Bunny, I got some good news--

You brought her to my fuckin' mom's? What the fuck?

I invited her to my show. She said we had to come and get you.

What was I supposed to do? Look.

I been helpin' Al find a photographer for her book.

All she keeps tellin' me is how much she really likes you, man.

Damn! Now, check this, dawg.

I heard from my man Roy today.

He's gonna be down at JLB tomorrow night doin' an interview with Big O.

So what? "So what?"

I dropped it! I told him about your skills, man.

I said, "Jimmy Rabbit's your man!"

He said, "Bring him down and let me see what he can do."

If everything goes well, you could be flowin' down 54 Sound next week.

Now, can you get your shit together in time?

Yeah. I can do it.

My bad, man. Oh, no problem, dawg.

[ Snaps Fingers ] Big time, Jimmy.

Why'd you take off?

I don't really live here. So?

Why'd you take off?

I just--

[ Softly ] I just--

You don't have to be embarrassed about where you live, Jimmy.

I don't live here.

What's up with you and Wink?

He's helpin' me get my book together.

Usin' his connections.

Same way he's helpin' you out.

So--

You probably have to stay home tonight, huh?

Yeah, I should work on some songs for my demo.

Okay.

♪♪ [ Driving Guitar ]

♪ Palms are sweaty ♪

♪ Sweaty already Moms's spaghetti He's nervous ♪

♪ Keeps on forgetting what he wrote down ♪

♪ He opens his mouth Words won't come out ♪

♪ Clock's run out ♪

♪ Turnin' and turnin' ♪

♪ You only get one shot One shot, one shot ♪

♪ Opportunity-tunity lifetime ♪

♪ Lose yourself Lose yourself, lose yourself ♪

♪ Turnin' and turnin' ♪

♪ You only get one shot One shot, one shot ♪

♪ Opportunity-tunity lifetime Turn ♪♪

[ Slurps, Exhales ]

You know your mom's gettin' evicted?

Says right here.

"Tenant must vacate the premises...

due to non-payment of rent."

You know about this? [ Mom ] Morning.

Sweetie, you want some cereal?

I was just talkin' to your precious son about this eviction situation.

You plannin' on tellin' me about this, huh?

Oh, honey, th-that was just a mistake.

You're a fuckin' liar. Hey, man!

No, no. Stay out of this, Rabbit.

It's okay. Don't worry. I'm takin' care of--

- Don't! - [ Screams ]

Fuck, man! Fuck is your problem? You don't touch my mother, man!

No, st-stay out of it. Stay out of it.

I'm outta here. I can't go out with someone like you.

Are you gonna let him just talk to you like this?

- With two homeless kids. - [ Roaring, Screaming ]

Jimmy, don't! No!

Rabbit!

Jimmy! Jimmy, please!

[ Grunts ] Stop it!

Stop it! Stop!

- Fuck you! - [ Lily Crying ]

- Rabbit! Don't! - Fuck you!

Stop it! Stop it!

[ Grunting, Groaning ]

[ Crying ]

[ Rabbit ] Oh, my God. Lily. Come here, baby.

Come here.

It's okay.

Come here, baby. Come here.

It's okay.

It's okay. [ Sighing ]

It's over. It's over, baby.

[ Engine Stops ]

Yo, what up, dawg?

Alex just called.

I got one of my friends to take pictures of her when she gets off work.

So she needs a ride. You know, that's why she called. Yo, can you drive?

- I don't care. I'll drive. - The others be here in a minute.

Sol's mom gonna drop 'em off on the way to work.

Hey. I heard that your battlin' tomorrow night.

I'm doin' what?

Someone told me Future signed you up at The Shelter.

- Who told you that? - [ Knocking ]

- Yo, what up, dawg? - What up, dawg?

[ Wink ] Wipe your feet, dawg.

Nobody wipin' they feet for your junky-ass basement.

What's up, nigga? Where yo' mama at? Workin', dawg.

[ Laughing ] His mama! Tell yo' moms to hang all this shit upstairs.

Yo, did you sign me up to battle tomorrow night at the fuckin' Shelter?

[ Chuckles ] What? You heard me. Don't play fuckin' stupid with me, man.

Did you sign me up? [ Sighs ] Jimmy--

You know Papa Doc won last week, so he'll be defending his title.

You gotta try to take that shit from him, man.

You win battles, you get respect-- I don't give a fuck, man!

I'm sick of you always thinkin' you know what's best for me!

You ain't my fuckin' father! I'm a grown man!

Look, Jimmy, I know-- Look, Jimmy nothin'! Fuck you!

I told you not to fuckin' sign me up! What the fuck?

You wanna fight me now? Yo, you ain't the Future of shit, bitch!

You just David fuckin' Porter.

[ Wink ] Hey, come on, fellas.

You know what?

Do what the fuck you wanna do, man.

'Cause I don't give a shit anymore.

I really fuckin' don't.

[ Door Opening, Closing ]

[ Church Bells Ringing ]

So you comin' to JLB tonight? I don't know, man.

♪♪ [ Rap On Radio ] I look like crap.

If I knew it was today, I wouldn't have never gone out drinking...

after the show last night. [ Wink ] I can reschedule.

No, no, no, no. I wanna do it.

- Yeah. You wanna do it? - I wanna do it. Yeah.

When we gonna see your little pictorial in a magazine, Alex?

Pictorials are Playboy, fool. In fashion, it's "editorial."

Goddamn, Frederick Douglass, will you shut the fuck up?

It's for her book, man. So she can get a job.

[ Sol ] That's one book I'd definitely read.

[ D.J. Iz ] That'd be the only one.

Don't forget this. Thanks, guys.

- See ya. - Bye.

♪ Can't keep runnin' away ♪

- Hey, do you want me to come up? - That's okay.

♪ Can't keep runnin' away ♪♪

[ Car Door Closes ]

Mom.

[ Moans ] Mom, come on. Get up.

Come on. [ Sighs ]

Come on! [ Grunts ]

Greg left me. Yeah?

[ TV: Cartoon Character Babbling ] He left me.

[ Grunts ] Oh. Damn!

Come on. Get up. Hi, honey.

It's okay, Lily. It's okay, honey.

His settlement check came in.

His settlement check came in. [ Chuckling ]

And now that he's got money,

he can't be with somebody like me anymore.

[ Chuckling ]

Now it's Thursday. I got-- I got--

I gotta go to bingo. Maybe he'll be there.

You're goin' nowhere. You're better off without him. Stop it!

Stop it. It's your fault he left me!

You ruined it! You ruined it. You fucked it all up for me!

Who's gonna want me now? Who's gonna want me? Where are we gonna live?

We don't have any money! We don't have anything!

What am I gonna do?

- What am I gonna do? - What are you gonna do?

Lily's out there by herself right now!

Why do you gotta be like this?

What did we ever do to you? Get the fuck out of here.

Get the fuck out of my house!

Get the fuck out of my house!

[ Sobbing ]

Come on, baby. Put your coat on.

[ Grunts ]

We're goin' next door, okay? We're gettin' out of here. Come on.

What floor is JLB on? Twenty-eight.

Thank you. You're welcome.

[ D.J. ] When we look at Big O, what are we lookin' at, baby?

[ Big O ] I'm givin' you poverty. I'm givin' you the slums.

That's where I'm from. I put it all in the music.

I'm lookin' for Wink Harris. Who?

He's supposed to be here with Roy Darucher.

Oh, I think they're all down in Studio "B."

All right. Thank you. Mm-hmm.

[ Big O ] I did anything I could for the exposure.

[ D.J. ] No doubt. Big O, big ups and congratulations, playboy player.

You finally got your record on the radio. How does it make you feel, man?

Oh, man, that's much love. I want to thank you and WJLB, man,

for lookin' out for me like that, so much love.

I'm tryin' to put Detroit-- the east side, for sure-- on the map.

Know what I'm sayin'? We gonna do it for real.

We'll get a pipeline to come through here, and the industry'll look at us...

and they'll sign all of us, we'll all be eatin'.

[ D.J. ] Whoa, whoa, whoa--

Wait, wait, wait-- [ Screams ] Jimmy!

Stop it! Stop it!

Wait! Wait!

I've seen you flippin' burgers, baby. I know I have!

Yeah, I did that, man.

I thought I recognized your face, baby.

[ Alex ] Stop it! Fuckin' stop it! Please! Please stop!

Jimmy, stop it! [ Grunting, Groaning ]

- Jimmy-- - How long you been in the game, baby?

- Aw, man, roughly 15 years. - [ Grunting ]

[ D.J. ] Lot of Detroit rappers out there--

It's an honor for me just to come on WJLB and have you doin' this for me.

I really appreciate it. [ D.J. ] No problem, baby.

We just here to represent the "D"...

and take care of our artists and take care of home.

I hope you have a successful career, 'cause I know you puttin' it down.

You represent real hard for the 3-1-3.

For sure, man. I'm doin' it for y'all, man.

This is for Detroit. 3-1-3, baby. Love.

[ Engine Idling ]

Thank you, Mrs. Helgeland. Any time, Jimmy.

Have a good night. Mm-hmm.

Hey, did you have fun? Mm-hmm.

Yeah. I know. [ Bass Speakers Reverberating ]

♪♪ [ Rap On Car Stereo ]

Okay, baby. I want you to go inside. I want you to lock the door, okay?

Listen to me. Go inside, lock the door, and I'll be in in a minute, okay?

Okay. Okay.

Go.

[ Car Doors Slamming ]

Go!

Yo, what up, bitch?

[ Chuckling ]

You ready to get knocked out? [ Chuckling ]

Wink said you lived in a trailer with your mom.

[ Laughing ] But we didn't believe him.

[ Laughing ]

[ Blow Landing ] [ Groaning ]

Come on, Elvis. Get up.

Get up, bitch.

[ Man ] Get yo' faggot ass up and fight!

[ Scoffs ] What? What the fuck is you lookin' at?

[ Groaning ]

Get down! Get back!

- Jimmy! - [ Grunting ]

- Come here. Get the fuck up there. - Aaah!

Stop it!

Fight me, you punk-ass bitch!

- What the fuck you gonna do? - [ Grunts, Groans ]

I could end your shit right now, and nobody would even miss your ass.

No, no, no. No, no. Don't do this.

Come on. He's done.

- Free World, motherfucker. - [ Coughing ]

[ Car Radio Bass Continues Thumping ]

[ Lyckety ] Don't forget to come to The Shelter tomorrow night! [ Laughing ]

[ Papa Doc ] Yeah, see you down there, you li'l rabbit!

[ Panting ]

Jesus! What happened to you?

Fell.

You fell.

I fell.

Come on in. I'll make you something to eat.

What?

I'm your mother.

I wanna make you something to eat. What's the big deal?

Thought you wanted me out.

You want the fuckin' pancakes or not?

What's gotten into you?

We're not gettin' evicted. Why not?

I went to bingo.

And I won!

Thirty-two hundred!

- You're kidding me! - [ Laughs ] Nope.

Our luck's finally changing around here.

Did you mean what you said about doin' that demo with Wink?

No.

I'm gonna do it on my own.

You know, Rabbit? I think that's the best way.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Grunts ]

Hey, Smith!

Hey! Smith!

Are you all right? I fell down some steps.

You been doin' much better here. You still want those extra shifts?

Yeah. You got 'em.

I need you to work tonight. I'm a man short.

Tonight? Is that a problem?

No problem.

Good.

Get back to work.

Hey, Manny!

Thanks.

What up? Shit.

Waitin' on this slow-ass ride.

What you still doin' here?

Somebody called in sick, so I'm just fillin' in.

She ain't waitin' on me.

I'll be back.

What do you want?

I wanted to say good-bye. I'm goin' to New York.

Yeah? And?

Can I give you a ride or something?

No, I'm cool.

I'm workin' overtime.

Saving up for something special?

Yeah. Studio time.

Good.

Good for you.

I was hopin' to see you at The Shelter tonight.

But if you're afraid-- I'm not afraid of them guys.

I didn't say you were.

Bye.

Hey, Paul. Would you mind covering for me for a couple hours?

Yeah, I can do that. Thanks, man. I owe you.

♪♪ [ Rap, Muffled ]

- Hey! It's Rabbit! Hey! - Come on, man.

[ Cheddar ] Yo, Rabbit, wait up!

What's up, man? What the hell happened to you?

You straight? Look at your eye. Yeah, man. I'm fine. Come on.

Wink's sayin' you blew up 'cause Roy Darucher wouldn't pay for your demo.

He's also sayin' some crazy shit about him and Alex.

We gonna jump those guys again?

Fuck that. I'm gonna battle 'em.

- For real? - Yeah.

[ Scoffs ]

[ D.J. Iz ] Shit. What the fuck is he doing?

Damn. Yo, you guys comin' or what?

Hey, hey.

♪ Cheddar, I can rip you to a shred o' cheddar cheese ♪

♪ There's not a better M.C. than me ♪

♪ I'm B-Rabbit, bitch Sting like a bee ♪

♪ Float like a butterfly What am I? ♪

♪ So what if I cut a guy? Did I s-s-stutter, guy? ♪

♪ Leave you punch drunk from lunch truck to Shelter ♪

♪ You never felt the wrath of helter-skelter ♪

♪ Melt ya Got the belt for the welterweight champ ♪

♪ You got in with a fake stamp ♪ [ Chuckles ]

♪ Garbage bag full of clothes Still pullin' ho's ♪

♪ Rip you from head to toe, from leg to bullet hole ♪

♪ Next gun, pull it slow and aim at Tha Free World 'fore you let it go ♪

♪ Instead of, "Oh! I just shot my dick head." ♪ [ Laughing ]

♪ And yes, you do got a big head I can't call it ♪

♪ Cheddar, where's your wallet? You're so drunk, you can outdrink the Alkoholiks ♪

♪ Make 'em say, "Damn! Cheddar's the man ♪

♪ He needs a can surgically removed from his hand." ♪

[ All Laughing ]

Yo, you again? It look like a fuckin' handicap convention in here.

- Bunch of crippled motherfuckers. - Oh, yo, don't shoot!

[ Laughing ]

[ Laughing Stops ]

Hey, yo. Let's get the fuck outta here.

Fuck them.

Yo, I need to get some privacy, you guys.

Can I come?

[ Sighs ]

Hey, man.

I apologize-- Stop it. Don't do it.

I ain't even trip.

But you just make sure...

you flip the script on this shit tonight.

You understand me? Hmm?

[ Slapping Hands ]

- Thank you. - It's on tonight, Rabbit.

[ Sighs Deeply ] Let's do it.

Let's do it.

A'ight, a'ight, a'ight, a'ight!

How y'all feelin' out there? Y'all feelin a'ight?

Yeah! All right, all right, all right, all right.

Next up is L.C. Lyckety-Splyt.

Slaughter him, Lyckety. Slaughter him.

And my man B-Rabbit. B-Rabbit, where you at? B-Rabbit, come to the stage.

Where the fuck is B-Rabbit?

[ Door Opening ] [ Sol George ] Come on, man. Where's he at?

Yo, B, they're callin' your name.

You drew Lyckety-Splyt in the first round.

You okay with that? Yeah.

Don't give a fuck who it is.

Okay.

[ Future ] Where the fuck is B-Rabbit?

B-Rabbit, come to the stage, man. You got everybody waitin'.

All right, let you all know, it's gonna be blazin' up in this bitch tonight.

Got a lot of dope rappers comin' to the stage, and at the end of the night,

one of these cats is gonna battle the winner of last week, Papa Doc.

Trust me, shit is gonna be off the hook, so y'all might want to stick around.

Come to the stage, Rabbit. Come to the stage.

B-Rabbit, where you at? Oh, there he is. Come on.

All right, make way for the Rabbit. Let him come through.

[ Man ] Your shit is played, son!

Come on. Let the artist get to the motherfuckin' stage. Come on, man.

All right, come on up. Come on, B-Rabbit. Let him up, let him up.

You good? Choose somethin'.

Heads. Heads?

- You got it. - Come on, man.

I'll go first against this choke artist, man.

Okay, you got enough confidence. Be serious.

Do your thing. Forty-five seconds.

[ Lyckety ] It's all over. Yo, D.J., spin that shit.

♪♪ [ Drum Track ] [ Lyckety ] Free World, nigga.

Tell you somethin'.

♪♪ [ Bass, Rhythmic Shouting ]

Check this out. Check this out.

♪ Yo, this guy's a choke artist You catch a bad one ♪

♪ You're better off shootin' yourself with Papa Doc's handgun ♪

♪ Climbin' up this mountain You're weak ♪

♪ I leave you lost without a paddle Floatin' in shit's creek ♪

♪ You ain't Detroit, I'm the "D" You the new kid on the block ♪

♪ 'Bout to get smacked back to the boondocks ♪

♪ Fuckin' Nazi Your squad ain't your type Take some real advice ♪

♪ And form a group with Vanilla Ice ♪

♪ And what I tell you? You better use it ♪

♪ This guy's a hillbilly This ain't Willie Nelson music ♪

♪ Trailer trash I'll choke you to your last breath ♪

♪ And have you lookin' foolish like Cheddar Bob when he shot himself ♪

♪ Silly Rabbit, I know why they call you that ♪

♪ 'Cause you follow Future like he got carrots up his ass crack ♪

♪ And when you acted up that's when you got jacked up ♪

♪ And left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up ♪

♪ I'll crack your shoulder blade You'll get dropped so hard ♪

♪ That Elvis'll start turnin' in his grave ♪

- [ Laughing, Groaning ] - ♪ I don't know why they let you out in the dark ♪

♪ You need to take your white ass back across 8 Mile to the trailer park ♪♪

[ Shouting ]

Oh, shit! [ Future ] Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Okay, okay, okay. Okay, okay.

Very nice, very nice. Let me get that mic, man.

Pretty good, pretty good. Hip-hop 101.

Hey, Bunny Rabbit. It's your turn, baby.

Forty-five seconds. Let this motherfucker feel it.

A'ight? Yo, D.J., spin that shit.

♪♪ [ Drums, Bass ]

- Come on, Rabbit! - Don't choke this time.

♪♪ [ Rhythm Continues ]

A'ight, look.

He's chokin'!

♪♪ [ Bass Continues ]

[ Jeering, Shouting ]

Hey, yo.

♪ This guy raps like his parents jerked him ♪

♪ He sounds like Erick Sermon ♪

♪ The generic version ♪

♪ This whole crowd looks suspicious It's all dudes in here ♪

- ♪ Except for these bitches ♪ - [ Shouting ]

♪ So I'm a German, eh? That's okay, you look like a fuckin' worm with braids ♪

♪ These Leadaz of Tha Free World rookies ♪

♪ Lookee, how can six dicks be pussies? ♪

Bitch! ♪ Talkin' bout shit's creek ♪

♪ You could be up piss creek with paddles, this deep ♪

♪ You're still gonna sink You're a disgrace ♪

♪ Yeah, they call me Rabbit This is a turtle race ♪

♪ He can't get with me spittin' this shit wickedly ♪

♪ Lickin' these shots to spiggy spiggity Splyt Lyckety ♪

Oh, no, no!

♪ I'm gonna turn around with a great smile ♪

♪ And walk my white ass back across 8 Mile ♪♪

[ Hooting, Shouting ]

Oh! Oh, oh! Say no mo'! That's what I'm talkin' about!

It's unanimous! Bunny Rabbit goes to the next round!

And, Lyckety, tell yo' mama I'm gonna be over later.

Tell her save me a plate.

You killed him. Good shit.

A'ight, a'ight. Hold up, hold up, hold up.

Next up, next up, we got, uh, Ox and Strike.

Come to the stage, motherfuckers. We ain't got all day.

Yo, Rabbit! [ Laughing ]

Okay, okay, B-Rabbit. Call it.

Heads. Heads.

Choose.

Lotto, it's on you, baby. You first.

Don't matter none. D.J., spin that shit.

♪♪ [ Bass, Drums ]

Oh, look! Oh, he's takin' his shirt off.

I'm about to smash this cat. He don't know what he fuckin' with.

[ Lotto ] Fuck this coward, dawg.

Free World in the motherfuckin' house. What's goin' on, baby?

Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward right here once and for all.

I'm sick of this motherfucker.

Check this shit out. Rip it, Lotto. Rip it, baby, rip it! Yeah!

[ Clearing Throat ]

♪ Yo, I spit a racial slur Honky, sue me ♪

♪ This shit is a horror flick But the black guy doesn't die in this movie ♪

- [ Cheering ] - ♪ Fuckin' with Lotto, dawg You got to be kiddin' ♪

♪ That makes me believe you really don't have an interest in livin' ♪

♪ You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say? ♪

♪ I got a better chance joinin' the K.K.K. ♪

♪ On some real shit though I like you ♪

♪ That's why I didn't want to have to be the one you commit suicide to ♪

♪ Fuck Lotto Call me your leader ♪

♪ I feel bad that I got to murder that dude from Leave It To Beaver ♪

[ Cheering ] ♪ I used to like that show ♪

♪ Now you got me in fight-back mode ♪

♪ But, oh well, if you gotta go, then you gotta go ♪

♪ I hate to do this I would love for this shit to last ♪

♪ So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass ♪

♪ And all is well that ends okay ♪

♪ So I'll end this shit with a "Fuck you, but have a nice day" ♪♪

- Oh! - [ Cheering ]

Whoa, whoa. Okay, okay.

Can't be mad. Can't be mad.

You killed that fucked-up white boy. Fuck!

That ain't shit. That ain't shit.

Settle down, settle down. Give the man a chance.

All right, Bunny Rabbit's up next.

All right, B-Rabbit. You got the mic.

It's on you. You know what to do.

D.J., spin that shit. ♪♪ [ Bass Begins ]

[ Man ] He ain't got shit to say!

What up? You got somethin'?

- Let me hear somethin'. - You can't fuck with us. Yeah.

- Let's see what you got. - Come on, Rabbit!

Come on, Rabbit! Get him!

No more here. Nah!

♪ "Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver" ♪

♪ So was Eddie Haskell, Wally and Ms. Cleaver ♪

- Whoa! - ♪ This guy keeps screamin' He's paranoid ♪

♪ Quick, someone get his ass another steroid ♪

♪ Blah-de-bee-bee, blah blah Blah-be-dee, blooh blah ♪

♪ I didn't hear a word you said Hippity-hoopla ♪

♪ Is that a tank top or a new bra? ♪

♪ Look, Snoop Dogg has got a fuckin' boob job ♪

♪ Didn't you listen to the last round, meathead Pay attention ♪

- ♪ You're sayin' the same shit that he said ♪ - I'm gon' fuck you up!

♪ Matter of fact, dawg, here's a pencil Go home, write some shit ♪

♪ Make it suspenseful and don't come back until somethin' dope hit you ♪

♪ Fuck it, you could take the mic home with you ♪

[ Crowd ] Whoa! ♪ Lookin' like a cyclone hit you ♪

♪ Tank top's screamin' "Lotto, I don't fit you" ♪

♪ You see how far them white jokes get you ♪

♪ Boy's like, "How Vanilla Ice gonna dis you?" ♪

♪ My motto: Fuck Lotto ♪

♪ I'll get the seven digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow ♪♪

- [ Cheering ] - [ Future ] Oh! Oh! Oh, oh, oh!

Oh! Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

[ Chattering ] It's real as it feels! It's real as it feels!

A'ight, hold on, hold on, hold on. That was some close shit.

Let's see what's poppin'. A'ight, how y'all feelin' about Lotto over here?

[ Cheering ]

Okay, okay, okay. B-Rabbit.

[ Cheering ]

Okay. We gonna do this again. We gonna do this again. It's hard to judge.

A'ight, we'll start with Lotto.

[ Cheering ]

Okay, lotta love. Lotta love. Lotta love.

What about B-Rabbit?

[ Louder Cheering ]

Say no more! Say no more!

B-Rabbit advances to the next round!

He's goin' to the finals. He's goin' against Papa Doc!

That's the way it's goin' down.

A'ight, check this. Check this. We gonna have a 15-minute intermission.

Make sure y'all tip the bartenders and all that.

Fifteen minutes, y'all. You did your thing, man! [ Laughs ]

Yeah, that's all right, 'cause Wink got mo' than seven digits from yo' bitch!

[ Shouting, Laughing ]

You got that. You hit it, kid.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Ha-ha!

Man, fuck him. Fuck Lyckety, man.

Yo, that Leave It To Beaver line almost killed me.

But you flipped it on him. You got it, man. You a fuckin' genius, man.

Just make sure you serve this clown in the next round for me, please.

Whup Papa Doc's ass! Yeah, he ain't got no vocabulary.

- Are you worried about what he's gonna say? - What do you mean?

You know, about Wink and that Alex bitch gettin' it on...

and then them beatin' you up and givin' you a black eye and shit?

- Come on, Cheddar! - Fuck all that. Listen to me, man.

- You makin' history tonight. - [ Chuckling ] It ain't nothin'. You got him!

- Oh, yeah. - You got this.

[ Cheering, Whistling ]

[ Future ] A'ight. Y'all know what's happening.

It's the championship round, and, yes, believe it's real.

It's time!

We got Papa Doc...

and we got B-Rabbit.

Now, I don't even have to stress how important this is.

It's the championship! We at this motherfucker!

This what we came to see. You know what I'm sayin'?

That's why the fuck we in the "D." We representin'!

We at The Shelter, goddamn it! It's real! I hope y'all ready!

This shit is about to be already crackolatin' up in this bitch.

A'ight, hold on, hold on, hold on.

Gotta do this coin toss,

and bein' that Papa Doc is the defending champion, you get to choose.

- What do you wanna do, heads or tails? - Heads.

Heads.

Okay. Who goes first?

Let that bitch go first.

Whoa, ho, ho. Whoa, ho, whoa!

I can't believe my ears. Lotta hostility.

Pumpin' a lotta anger!

All right, all right, all right. Hey, check this out.

We got new rules. We got new rules.

Bein' that it's the championship round,

each of these cats, they get a minute and a half apiece.

I don't know what's gonna happen. B-Rabbit?

You know what to do. D.J., kick that shit.

♪♪ [ Scratching ]

[ Crowd Chanting ] Fight! Fight! Fight!

[ Chanting Continues ]

♪ Now, everybody from the 3-1-3 Put your motherfuckin' hands up and follow me ♪

♪ Everybody from the 3-1-3 ♪

♪ Put your motherfuckin' hands up Look, look ♪

♪ Now while he stands tough ♪

♪ Notice that this man did not have his hands up ♪

♪ This Free World's got you gassed up ♪

♪ Now who's afraid of the big, bad wolf? ♪

♪ One, two, three and to the four ♪

♪ One Pac, 2Pac, 3Pac, four 4Pac, 3Pac, 2Pac, one ♪

♪ You're Pac, he's Pac No Pac, none ♪

♪ This guy ain't no motherfuckin' M.C. ♪

♪ I know everything he's got to say against me ♪

♪ I am white, I am a fuckin' bum ♪

♪ I do live in a trailer with my mom ♪

♪ My boy Future is an Uncle Tom I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob ♪

♪ Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun ♪

♪ I did get jumped by all six of you chumps ♪

♪ And Wink did fuck my girl ♪

♪ I'm still standin' here screamin' "Fuck Tha Free World" ♪

♪ Don't ever try to judge me, dude ♪

♪ You don't know what the fuck I been through ♪

♪ But I know something about you ♪

♪ You went to Cranbrook That's a private school ♪

- [ Jeering ] - ♪ What's the matter, dawg? You embarrassed? ♪

♪ This guy's a gangsta? His real name's Clarence ♪

♪ And Clarence lives at home with both parents ♪

♪ And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage ♪

♪ This guy don't wanna battle He's shook ♪

♪ 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks ♪

♪ He's scared to death He's scared to look at his fuckin' yearbook ♪

- ♪ Fuck Cranbrook ♪ - [ Music Stops ]

♪ Fuck a beat I go a cappella ♪

♪ Fuck a Papa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody ♪

♪ Fuck y'all if you doubt me ♪

♪ I'm a piece of fuckin' white trash, I say it proudly ♪

♪ And fuck this battle I don't wanna win I'm outtie ♪

♪ Here, tell these people something they don't know about me ♪♪

[ Cheering ]

Hooray! Hooray!

Papa Doc! What you gonna do?

D.J.! D.J.! A minute and a half! Spin that shit!

Spin that shit!

♪♪ [ Rhythm, Bass ]

[ All Chanting ] What? What? What? What?

Yo. [ Chanting Continues ]

What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?

What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?

[ Booing, Cheering ] Oh!

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

We got a new champion! We got a new champion! B-Rabbit! B-Rabbit!

B-Rabbit!

Let's roll. Let's go, man.

Fuck Free World! 3-1-3!

Fuck Free World! 3-1-3!

Fuck Free World! 3-1-3!

[ Chanting Continues ]

[ All Chanting ] B-Rabbit! B-Rabbit! B-Rabbit! B-Rabbit!

B-Rabbit! B-Rabbit! B-Rabbit!

B-Rabbit! B-Rabbit! B-Rabbit!

[ Future ] Three-One-Third! We in the house!

Don't ever get it twisted! This is my man right here!

B-Rabbit! This is my man right here.

Where we headed, Rabbit? Yo, we on our way, dawg.

[ Sol ] We gonna get that big deal soon.

And then we gon' get all the bitches!

All the bitches! All the bitches!

All the bitches. [ Laughing ]

- Where we goin'? - I'm goin' back to work.

Work?

Get the fuck outta here. You ain't goin' to work.

Yeah, you the man now, dawg. You ain't gotta work.

Yeah, fuck Wink. Fuck Tha Free World. We are the shit!

- Hey, what's up, y'all? - Hold on.

Look, man, I been thinkin'.

You and me should host the battles together. Know what I'm sayin'?

[ Sighs ] Nah. That's you, dawg.

Come on. [ Chuckles ]

Tell me you don't wanna host with me.

I mean, you'll have everybody lookin' up to you,

everybody'll know who you are--

[ Sighs ] Yeah, but...

I think I kinda need to just do my own thing, man.

You know?

[ Chuckles ]

Yeah. I think I do.

♪♪ [ Piano ]

[ Sol ] A'ight, Rabbit. Peace out, Rabbit!

♪♪ [ Guitar ]

[ Man ] Look.

♪ If you had one shot ♪

♪ Or one opportunity ♪

♪ To seize everything you ever wanted ♪

♪ In one moment ♪

♪ Would you capture it or just let it slip? ♪

♪ Yo, his palms are sweaty Knees weak, arms are heavy ♪

♪ There's vomit on his sweater already ♪

♪ Mom's spaghetti He's nervous ♪

♪ But on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs ♪

♪ But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down ♪

♪ The whole crowd goes so loud ♪

♪ He opens his mouth but the words won't come out ♪

♪ He's chokin' how Everybody's jokin' now ♪

♪ The clock's run out Time's up, over, blaow! ♪

♪ Snap back to reality Oh, there goes gravity ♪

♪ Oh, there goes Rabbit He choked ♪

♪ He's so mad but he won't give up that easy ♪

♪ No, he won't have it ♪

♪ He knows his whole back's to these ropes ♪

♪ It don't matter, he's dope ♪

♪ He knows that, but he's broke He's so sad that he knows ♪

♪ When he goes back to his mobile home ♪

♪ That's when it's back to the lab again, yo This whole rhapsody ♪

♪ He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him ♪

♪ You better lose yourself in the music, the moment ♪

♪ You own it You better never let it go ♪

♪ You only get one shot ♪

♪ Do not miss your chance to blow ♪

♪ This opportunity comes once in a lifetime ♪

♪ You better lose yourself in the music, the moment ♪

♪ You own it You better never let it go

♪ You only get one shot ♪

♪ Do not miss your chance to blow ♪

♪ This opportunity comes once in a lifetime You better ♪

♪ Soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping ♪

♪ This world is mine for the taking Make me king ♪

♪ As we move toward a New World Order ♪

♪ A normal life is boring ♪

♪ But superstardom's close to postmortem ♪

♪ It only grows harder ♪

♪ Homey grows hotter He blows, it's all over ♪

♪ These ho's is all on him ♪

♪ Coast-to-coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter ♪

♪ Lonely roads God only knows ♪

♪ He's grown farther from home He's no father ♪

♪ He goes home and barely knows his own daughter ♪

♪ But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water ♪

♪ These ho's don't want him no mo', he's cold product ♪

♪ They moved on to the next schmo who flows ♪

♪ He nose-dove and sold nada ♪

♪ So the soap opera is told and unfolds ♪

♪ I suppose it's old, partner, but the beat goes on ♪

♪ Dah-da-dum, da-dum da-dah ♪

♪ You better lose yourself in the music, the moment ♪

♪ You own it You better never let it go ♪

♪ You only get one shot ♪

♪ Do not miss your chance to blow ♪

♪ This opportunity comes once in a lifetime ♪

♪ You better lose yourself in the music, the moment ♪

♪ You own it You better never let it go ♪

♪ You only get one shot ♪

♪ Do not miss your chance to blow ♪

♪ This opportunity comes once in a lifetime ♪

♪ You better ♪ ♪ No more games ♪

♪ I'm-a change what you call rage ♪

♪ Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged ♪

♪ I was playin' in the beginning The mood all changed ♪

♪ I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage ♪

♪ But I kept rhymin' and stepped right in the next cypher ♪

♪ Best believe somebody's payin' the pied piper ♪

♪ All the pain inside amplified by the fact ♪

♪ That I can't get by with my 9-to-5 ♪

♪ And I can't provide the right type of life for my family ♪

♪ 'Cause, man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers ♪

♪ And it is no movie There's no Mekhi Phifer ♪

♪ This is my life and these times are so hard ♪

♪ And it's gettin' even harder tryin' to feed and water my seed ♪

♪ Plus teeter-totter caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna ♪

♪ Baby mama drama screamin' on ♪

♪ And too much for me to wanna stay in one spot ♪

♪ Another day of monotony's gotten me ♪

♪ To the point I'm like a snail ♪

♪ I've got to formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot ♪

♪ Success is my only motherfuckin' option ♪

♪ Failure's not ♪

♪ Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go ♪

♪ I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot ♪

♪ So here I go It's my shot ♪

♪ Feet fail me not ♪

♪ This may be the only opportunity that I got ♪

♪ You better lose yourself in the music, the moment ♪

♪ You own it You better never let it go ♪

♪ You only get one shot ♪

♪ Do not miss your chance to blow ♪

♪ This opportunity comes once in a lifetime ♪

♪ You better lose yourself in the music, the moment ♪

♪ You own it You better never let it go ♪

♪ You only get one shot ♪

♪ Do not miss your chance to blow ♪

♪ This opportunity comes once in a lifetime ♪

♪ You better ♪♪

You can do anything you set your mind to, man.

♪♪ [ Continues: Instrumental ]

♪♪ [ Fades ]