Original subtitles

RAEKWON: Yo, you gotta tell Momma Sa,

that oxtail with the red beans,

son... truth.

RAEKWON: The kilos have come to the island.

DENNIS: That's 18K, thereabouts.

We new members or what?

Get these niggas some dessert.

I don't think we should be leaving all of our supply in one place.

What the fuck you waiting for?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

-(ASON COUGHING) -Yo, anybody grab the stash?

The money? Nothing?

BOBBY: My music.

SHA: B.O.B. Where's my gun?

That shit ain't here.

No, nigga. Dennis got that shit.

What?

You supposed to be my ace.

(DOOR CLICKS SHUT)

(TIRES SCREECH)

ASON: Oh, shit. Here comes Jah Son.

-Bobby D, what's up? -BOBBY: Yo, what up, Jah?

JAH SON: Yo, that nigga Haze. There go Cressy too.

JAH SON: Hey, how much you think them chains cost?

Don't worry about it.

-(VIVIAN SCREAMS) -JAH: Run the jewels, nigga!

Now, you gon' run your jewels,

unless you wanna lose your family jewels, motherfucker.

Hurry up.

(LAUGHING)

Ooh! Those shits is ill, son.

These joints is one of a kind.

(REWINDING TAPE SQUEALS)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Ras clot.

-(GUNSHOTS) -(CROWD SCREAMS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(PANTING)

(REVVING MOTOR RECEDES)

(HEARTBEAT THUMPING)

I'm feelin' like motherfuckin' Scarface in this bitch, nigga.

Visit your mom, nigga. I know she fucking misses you.

She told me that shit last night.

Keep the gun. Take the cannoli.

(HEARTBEAT THUMPING)

ANNOUNCER: Game over.

Try again.

(HEARTBEAT THUMPING)

(ELECTRONIC PULSING)

(BEEPS)

DJ: Wu-Tang again? CALLER: Aw, yeah.

Again and again.

(PAGER BEEPING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

-You Jah Son? -JAH SON: Hey, yo!

COP: Freeze! JAH: Chill, chill, chill!

-Shit! -Shit, nigga.

I'm sending assistance!

(TIRES SCREECH)

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

JAH SON: What the fuck?

(BRIGHT WARBLING, LO-FI BLEEPING)

DENNIS: Yo, Jah, you're lucky.

JAH SON: Shit, we both been lucky. Game might get you too,

especially the way me and you been playin' it.

DENNIS: Hey, yo, what else we supposed to do?

We born into this shit.

I mean, we ain't really got much of a choice,

know what I mean?

JAH SON: Yo, this your old rhyme book?

-(ELECTRONIC BLEEPING) -Nigga, why you stop?

I always thought you was dope.

-(SCOFFS) Man, whatever. -JAH SON: Nah, yo, for real!

(BRIGHT WARBLING, LO-FI BLEEPING)

He a creep, but his whole life now turned to hell

When the stray shell sent for Rahmel hit Michelle

JAH: Whoo-hoo! I'ma need me a copy of that shit.

(BRIGHT WARBLING, LO-FI BLEEPING)

Yo, DJ Nasty Nick, I got this tape, you heard?

Want you to play this shit on your show, tonight.

I don't think so. Doesn't work that way.

JAH SON: Oh, nah? Ah, tell me how it does work, Mr. DJ.

Yo, I told you I'd get you on the radio, son!

Like it's funny and shit

Catchin' beef on the reg, Rick ready

Radio, son!

(BEEPS)

So are we gonna make a record or what, D-Lover?

I don't know.

Depends on what my manager says.

(JAH SON LAUGHS)

What the fuck you think I'm gonna say, nigga?

(BRIGHT WHOOSHING, LO-FI BLEEPING)

(ELECTRONIC BEEPS)

Yo, look at this shit, son.

JAH SON: Hard work pays off.

Yo, this is that real Iron Man, Tony Stark shit, son, know what I mean?

Yo, n-niggas ain't-- niggas ain't even up with 'em yet, son.

We made it.

But nah, you gotta come out to LA, though.

Yeah, you too.

JAH: Yo, looking good, Billy Ray.

Feeling good, Louis.

JAH SON: You see, D-Lover?

This what happens when you play the game right.

ANNOUNCER: You win!

(GUNSHOTS)

(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING)

(DESCENDING LO-FI ARPEGGIO)

(STATIC CRACKLING)

(WIND BLOWING)

REV. WILLIAMS: Now, we will hear a few words from the mother.

Then I will share a few words from the good book.

Then we will head to the dining hall for some food, amen.

MAN: Miss.

REV. WILLIAMS: And get you all on your way. Amen.

(CROWD MURMURING)

(ELISE SCREAMS) No! Please, no!

No, no, don't take my baby.

Don't take my baby! (SOBBING)

No, please!

Oh, please, God, no!

REV. WILLIAMS: Since the mother is not able to speak,

and the father is not present...

ELISE: Oh, I can't. (SOBBING)

REV. WILLIAMS: I will go on with my sermon,

unless there is anyone who would love to share.

I have a few words.

REV. WILLIAMS: Okay, sister.

LINDA: Here we all are again,

sitting amongst each other...

(SIGHS)

...'cause another mother's son has been taken from us,

over material items that can be replaced.

Well, Jah Son's life can't be replaced.

ATTENDEE: No. Nope.

(CROWD MURMURING)

(CHUCKLES)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(SNIFFS)

That boy made everyone smile.

He was so funny and full of life.

Maybe he could've been the next Eddie Murphy.

Lord knows his outfits could light up a room.

(ALL LAUGHING)

The pain of labor

and giving birth,

it's an indescribable pain.

But imagine the pain a mother feels

when her child is killed in cold blood.

We mothers don't imagine our babies

as thugs,

gangsters, murderers.

We see them as our children.

And I know your so-called street cred

may want you to get vengeance.

But vengeance is mine, so sayeth the Lord.

CROWD: Amen.

LINDA: And the soul that pulls the trigger,

I reckon, will suffer in his own hell.

ATTENDEE: Amen. ATTENDEE: That's right.

(CROWD CLAPPING)

LINDA: So mothers, daughters,

sons, friends, neighbors...

For God's sake,

you've got to stop all the shooting in our communities.

CROWD: That's right.

This is our home.

WOMAN: Amen!

These are our babies.

MAN: Amen.

(CROWD CLAPPING)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTING)

(BLADE RESOUNDS)

I miss you, son.

Sorry I couldn't say good-bye.

GARY: Peace, Sha Rader.

What it be like, my dude? Long time, no see.

SHA: Capital G. Mmm.

You came all the way from Brooklyn?

GARY: Come on, son.

For Jah, I would've came from across the world.

Know what I mean?

SHA: Shit crazy.

Nah, you know what's crazy?

Is how .5 grams of lead can decimate a 160-pound body, dawg.

Yo, Aunt Linda was speaking the truth up there.

They didn't have to do Jah Son like that.

SHA: True indeed.

(SCOFFS)

SHA: Shit ain't right. Word up.

Hey, yo, Bobby, cuz, come here.

That last joint y'all did,

"Schooling Brothers," was making noise all last summer.

Even in Brooklyn.

Tapes was gettin' worn out.

I had mad copies, niggas just stole 'em all.

Know what I mean?

Word.

Hey, I can make you another dub.

It's not about another dub, Bobby.

I'm talkin' about another tape.

When are y'all gonna start making more music together?

-I don't even know. -We been busy.

GARY: You and my cousin right here are the next EPMD.

Yeah, whatever's clever.

I got some B.I. to attend to.

Peace.

Peace.

Can everyone please make their way to the dining hall?

We have another service to prepare for.

(DOOR OPENS)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

BOBBY: Yo, D.

(SOBBING)

REV. WILLIAMS: Hey, son.

Why don't you just go on and get yourself something to eat?

Momma Sa Restaurant generously donated a feast for us.

DENNIS: Momma Sa?

REV. WILLIAMS: Son, please.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(BOTH LAUGH)

What's up, man? What you want?

Red beans, rice? What's up?

What up, nigga?

(CROWD GASPING, MURMURING)

-Hey, hey, hey, hey! -Help us out with that!

Hey, yo, fuck this-- yo, nah, fuck this shit!

Yo, tell Cressy to take this fuckin' fish and ackee

and shove it up his fuckin' ass, nigga.

-Yo, yo, yo. -Fuck!

DENNIS: Fuck is wrong with you?

Why you comin' at me like that?

You know Jah was my man too!

-It ain't have to go down like that, son! -Dennis!

DENNIS: Hey, yo, tell that knotty-head nigga

that his business in Stapleton is dead, son!

We'd rather starve than to fuck with y'all niggas.

(SPITS)

Fuck!

Shit!

-Fuck! -(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

Bobby. Shurrie.

Help me clean up this mess.

Baby, go on home,

and you clean yourself up.

Thanks, Ms. Diggs.

LINDA: Whoever didn't get a plate, just give us a moment.

We'll get you fed.

There was nothing I could've done.

Jah robbed the nigga.

The fuck you think was gonna happen?

Yo, my Gs, we'll get past this.

We got a lot of biz to handle out here, you know what I'm saying?

Nah.

I don't think I know what you're saying.

Everrybody loved Jah Son.

Everybody.

Yo, come on.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, Ms. Diggs.

I-I wanted to apologize to you

and Ms. Moore for what happened back there.

I was completely out of line.

It's a painful day, Dennis.

We understand.

But you make sure you go and apologize

to Ms. Moore yourself, though.

Yes, ma'am.

How're your brothers?

They a'ight.

(SNIFFS)

LINDA: And your mother?

Same old, same old.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Mm. Bet your boys are hungry.

Shurrie will make them a plate.

DENNIS: Nah, we-- we good.

LINDA: Nah, wait, no, you--

you already got one quarrel today.

You don't get another.

I'm gonna fix you one too.

So busy blowing off steam,

you didn't get a chance to eat.

Thank you.

(DOOR CLICKS SHUT)

(BOTH SIGH)

ASON: Yo!

Yo, you pouring the whole bottle!

Yo, Jah wouldn't want you wasting all this on him.

(MOMMA GANJA LAUGHS)

He'd want this to go where it belong, son.

MOMMA GANJA: You foul.

GARY: 'Sup, cuz?

'Sup with that Vine situation?

Shit, you know,

still stuck in Brooklyn House.

All that money's going towards that lawyer, so...

You and D just burnt that bridge with Haze, right?

We couldn't put out for another key anyway.

Lost all our shit in the fire.

Them niggas would never front us.

So fuck it.

Hey, I did start applying for jobs, though.

A nigga hasn't heard nothin' yet, but what else can I do?

Well, keep making that music.

You heard about Tribe, right?

GARY: Tribe Called Quest? Nah, what?

I heard they got, like, a hundred-K advance for their next joint.

A hundred thousand dollars?

Damn.

Yo, we could for sure bail out Divine with that shit.

Yo, I used to battle tip in school.

Yo, you know how much gold I can get for a hundred large?

Chains, rings--

hey, yo, I'll make all my teeth gold.

Yo, get some fangs and shit.

Give you some love bites for real, you know what I'm saying?

(MOMMA GANJA GIGGLES) You stupid.

ASON: Hey, yo, where you goin'?

Going home to write some jewels, what you think?

BOBBY: Okay, nigga.

Tribe Called Quest gettin' a hundred, I'm gettin' a half a mil, son.

-Know what I mean? -Hell, yeah, nigga.

Peace out, man.

-Yo, he's right. -Hell, yeah.

-When the last time you wrote some raps? -ASON: What?

I'll write a rap right now.

Check it.

Whoa-ho-ho, here I go watch me flow

The one-man show Ason told you so

Okay.

ASON: The BKOG, act like you know

MOMMA GANJA: Hey.

A blizzard in the winter Couldn't get this cold

No, I kick ass

Quick, fast

Bomb this bitch-ass

Then I palm his bitch-ass

Niggas jump up, do what who, what, what?

I been actin' up since I left my daddy's nuts

-(MOMMA GANJA LAUGHS) -(CHUCKLES)

You stupid.

Ain't nobody paying you shit for that verse.

ASON: So what, then? I'll come up with another.

MOMMA GANJA: If you do some real shit, though,

you can get that real money.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(RECORD CRACKLING)

(A WHITER SHADE OF PALE PLAYING ON RECORD)

We skipped the light fandango

Turned cartwheels cross the floor

(SONG STOPS)

(ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING)

-(MAN LAUGHS) -Yeah, there more, man.

All right.

Yo, I thought we was on some crowd control shit, son.

Too many niggas in here.

Yo, we the only spot on the block now.

Fiends gonna riot if we don't let 'em in, know what I'm sayin'?

You move all that, I'll finally have enough money

to get that meeting with Cressy.

Yo, why you gotta re-up with this nigga, son?

Yo, what's that?

SHA: That nigga foul for what he did to Jah Son, son.

Foul?

Nigga, how the fuck you know who did what?

Huh?

Save all that street gossip for the bitches in the street, my nigga.

(SCOFFS)

You know, Jah Son might've been your boy, but if he did that shit to me,

I woulda hung that nigga from a street lamp,

for the whole island to see.

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I don't know if it's the new apartment,

that nice new bed I got you, or them fluffy fuckin' pillows,

but you startin' to feel a little soft around the edges, my nigga.

Maybe I should send you back to that rooftop.

Get your game face back.

(SCOFFS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CRESSY AND VIVIAN MOANING)

(CRESSY CHUCKLES)

(PAGER VIBRATING)

I give it to her.

Yeah, ma.

(VIVIAN MOANING)

Much luck. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah, man.

(CRESSY AND VIVIAN MOANING)

-I went to the funeral. -Mmm.

They're talking about not doing business with us anymore.

(CHUCKLES) No business?

With me?

(SCOFFS)

That mean they ain't gwan eat.

-HAZE: They'll go back uptown. -Let them.

Stapleton small potatoes.

The rest of the Island all mine.

What if this starts a trend?

Peoples get upset for this, that, or the other, they go back uptown too.

Then you ain't got the Island locked up anymore.

Shit look like Brooklyn.

Divided up like a jigsaw puzzle.

-(CHUCKLES) -You lose money.

Fix it, then.

Fix it?

You say you have a problem, man,

but you don't have no solution.

Make the people them have love for Cressy.

Hmm?

Yeah, man.

(BARBRA ON TV) Why did we start so late?

DARIUS: Is that p-p-pork?

I don't eat that shit.

-(LAUGHS) -You what?

A'ight, son. You don't gotta eat.

My brother is not dead!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING ON TV)

-Thank you. -SHURRIE: Mmm-hmm.

You take good care of them.

Yeah, I don't know how I'ma do that now.

You could get a job.

Yo, I'm a high school dropout with felonies.

What kind of job you think I can get?

I applied to Arby's once, though.

They fucking laughed, yo.

Arby's.

And I don't even fuck with roast beef.

SHURRIE: I don't know, those Beef 'n Cheddars

are kind of good, though.

-(TAPES CLATTERING) -(DARIUS GROANS)

(STUTTERS) Sorry.

It's okay.

(MAN ON TV) By now, there were no more screams.

SHURRIE: Yo, is this your rhyme book?

Why don't you make music with my brother anymore?

Hey, yo, I'm out here putting in work.

It look like I got time to be messin' with all that?

I don't know.

You're not putting in work now, so don't you have time?

(CLEARS THROAT)

I'ma take them outside.

Okay.

(DOOR OPENS)

DENNIS: Y'all don't get in no trouble.

-SHURRIE: Mmm, thank you. -(DENNIS SCOFFS LIGHTLY)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Does B-B-Bobby

know you're f-f-fucking his s-s-sister?

(LAUGHS)

H-hey, yo, you talk too much, son.

You talk too much.

(LAUGHS)

(IN THE GHETTO PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Whoo!

HAZE: Yo, Shotgun, who you supposed to be?

Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, or Mikey?

Shit, none of them niggas got nothin' on what I can do.

Do your thang. What's the word, fam?

You know shit's still been touchy since Jah's funeral.

Everybody know you my man.

-Mmm-hmm. -Cradle to the grave, my G.

Womb to the tomb.

SHOTGUN: But on the real, shit's just been poppin' off over here

since Stapleton dried up, feel me?

Hmm.

Well, I'll get at you.

-A'ight. Peace. -HAZE: Peace.

(ENGINE STARTS)

So I Bogart and never get scarred

I'm God, but it seems like I'm locked in hell

Lookin' over

(MUSIC STOPS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Stand on my own two feet and come equipped

Any stage I'm seen on or mic I fiend on

I stand alone and need nothin' to lean on

Goin' for self with a long way to go...

Yo!

Park Hill is sayin' it's dead out here.

(GIRL SINGING) It ain't where you from, it's where you at

HAZE: What song y'all playin'?

GIRL: That new Eric B. & Rakim, all day, man.

Hmm.

I heard they're doing a show in Union Square on Friday.

GIRL: They need to come here, but no one ever does shows out this way.

Hmm.

-GIRL: Yup. -Okay.

With no physical form

Millions of cells with one destination

To reach the best part as life's creation

Nine months later, a job well done

(PHONE LINE RINGING)

(PHONE TRILLS)

-Yeah. -HAZE: Yo.

You still got Eric B. number?

Eric... yeah, man, why?

We gonna put on a concert.

-CRESSY: Where? -Here. Staten Island.

SCALISE: It's better to use rock cocaine than to sell it, according to the law.

You'll get a lighter sentence.

I never used rock cocaine.

Why'd you hire this clown?

Larry recommended him.

And this is my idea.

Not his.

-I ain't no goddamn crackhead. -Watch your mouth.

SCALISE: You're looking at mandatory 20 years, capital two.

If I can argue that it's for personal use, for you and your fiend friends--

and that's a big if, considering the amount--

you might not do any time and just go straight to rehab,

if we get the right judge.

(DIVINE SIGHS)

LINDA: Divine.

You listen to me.

You are going to admit to being the biggest crackhead

Staten Island has ever seen, if it means you get to come home.

(GATE BUZZES)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Yo.

Yo. Yo.

(PANTING)

Yo, battle on the Island, son.

And Eric B. & Rakim gonna be there.

Rap battle, son.

Yo, Eric B. & Ra... And Rakim?

-That's what I'm sayin'. -Nigga...

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.

Yo, it says right here the winner of the battle gets $5,000?

Yo, we could... yo, we could pass 'em a demo!

Yo, we could get a working deal, son! Yo.

Whoa-ho-ho, here I go, watch me flow

Yo, Cressy doing this shit?

ASON: It ain't about him, son, it's about the battle!

BOBBY: I'ma win this shit.

And I'm gettin' Divine out.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Everything good with the lawyer?

(DIVINE EXHALES)

Yo, who I really need is this nigga Matlock.

Shit, he never lost a case in five seasons.

He did once, in, like, a flashback or somethin'.

I know there's gotta be something better on than this.

SOUTH: Two hundred and forty hours, niggas.

That's how long I'm in this bitch for.

A'ight?

Is Brooklyn in the house?

-(INMATES SHOUT) All day! -SOUTH: Yeah.

Bronx, Queens, get the fuck out of here.

Oh, I can't forget about Staten Island niggas.

Park Hill, Stapleton.

Bums.

So while I'm here,

this ain't just Brooklyn House of Detentions no more.

This my house.

My TV.

My phone.

No one touches it while I'm here.

A'ight?

You mean this phone?

My bad.

Wrong day.

But I'ma call my girl one day this week.

See y'all then.

That's what your mom said, baby boy.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Whatever.

Books are better for your health, huh?

(MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING)

(DRUMS BEATING)

(SHURRIE SHOUTS) Bobby!

Bobby! Bobby!

Bobby, turn that down!

(DRUMS BEATS CONTINUE)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

POWER: Yo.

Yo, I got at Haze.

Meeting with Cressy is on.

At this show right here.

A'ight?

Rakim.

In Staten Island?

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING)

Wow.

I'm surprised to see you here, nigga.

-What up, son? -Yo.

You know, I'm just tryin' to snatch that cake, know what I mean?

Yo, we all tryin' to get paid, know what I'm sayin'?

DENNIS: But if any of us win, it'll be for the same cause.

That's to get your brother out.

Hey, yo.

What's "Allah Justice," son?

GARY: It's my name now, know what I mean?

Not my slave name, Gary.

See, I got knowledge of self.

I ain't with all that eighty-five movement.

EMCEE: Are you all ready... DENNIS: Yo, eighty-five what?

-Hey, yo. The God about to rip this one. -EMCEE: For Eric B. & Rakim?

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(CROWD CHEERS)

(FOLLOW THE LEADER PLAYING)

(SINGING) Follow me into a solo, get in the flow

And you can picture like a photo

Music mix, mellow maintains to make

Melodies for MCs, motivates the breaks

I'm everlasting, I can go on for days and days

With rhyme displays that engrave deep as X-rays

I can take a phrase that's rarely heard

Flip it, now it's a daily word

I can get iller than 'Nam, I kill and bomb

But no alarm, Rakim will remain calm

Self-esteem make me super superb, and supreme

But for a microphone, still I fiend

This was a tape I wasn't supposed to break

I was supposed to wait but let's motivate

I want to see you keep following and swallowing

Taking and making biting and borrowing

Brothers tried and others died to get the formula

But I'ma let you sweat you still ain't warm

You a step away from frozen stiff as if you're posing

Dig into my brain as the rhyme gets chosen

So follow me And while you're thinking you were first

Let's travel at magnificent speeds around the universe

What could you say as the Earth

Gets further and further away Planets as small as balls of clay

Astray into the Milky Way worlds out of sight

Far as the eye can see not even a satellite

Now stop and turn around and look

As you stare in the darkness your knowledge is took

So keep staring, soon you suddenly see a star

You better follow it, 'cause it's the R

This is a lesson if you're guessing And if you're borrowing

Hurry, hurry, step right and keep following the leader

Think it's time for me to call my cherry head.

You want slot time,

you gotta pay for it.

Pay you no mind, nigga.

(CROWD CHEERING ON TV)

(HAZE ON TV) Check, one, two!

We got a gang of MCs in here tonight from all over the Island competing

for $5,000.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

Courtesy of my man Cressy.

(CROWD BOOING)

-Fuck that! -HAZE: Hold up, hold up.

Did Eric B. & Rakim just rip this stage up?

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

Also, for the rest of the night,

the bar is open.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

All of this made possible by my man Cressy.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

-Word, bless up. -You know?

(CROWD CHANTING) Cressy! Cressy!

This nigga 7:30.

(CROWD CHANTING) Cressy! Cressy! Cressy!

BOBBY: So I guess it's really over now, huh?

Everybody got love for Cressy again.

Nah, it ain't over.

I'll push it to the side for now.

Let the battle begin.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(INMATES GRUNTING)

HAZE: First up-- One Man Army!

I push a blade back and forth Like I'm cuttin' grass

I push a blade back and forth Like I'm cuttin' grass

I push a blade back and forth Like I'm cuttin' grass

I treat my enemies equal, that's a double slash

I put my foot so far up yo' fuckin' ass

You'll be shittin' Air Force1s for a month and a half

Anybody disagree come across my path

You'll find yourself in the dumpster for talkin' trash

(GRUNTS)

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE).

HAZE: Let's hear it for my boy Shotgun!

Uh

I'm your worst nightmare

I'll take your life right here

Do or die, ain't nobody got time for tears

Catch a 25-to-life, that's light-years

Catch a pencil to the eye on sight, yeah

Bloodstains on my white pair fuck do I care?

I'll shit on your corpse while you lie there

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE).

HAZE: Comin' out from Brooklyn, it's Allah Justice.

Fake goons get shank wounds

Mop ringers in the day room

More body bags to make today's news

End result, you get beat to a bloody pulp

Call me a monster my rage like the fuckin' Hulk

You get stabbed in the liver With some rusty scissors

Trust me, nigga die slow if you lucky, nigga

(GRUNTS)

(CROWD CHEERING)

HAZE: Coming up next to the stage is D-Lover!

(ALL CHEERING)

Yo, Big Rick hit the strip Big gun on his hip

Rich or poor, dude or chick anybody get lit

He would trip off the Henny or an E&J fifth

Pop a shell, squeeze a clip Like it's funny and shit

Catchin' beef on the reg Rick ready to eat

Before you cross paths You better off crossing the street

He a creep, but his whole life now turned to hell

When a stray shell meant for Rahmel hit Michelle

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

BOBBY: Yo.

Nigga, you fuckin' cut through that beat like a hot knife through butter, nigga.

You know what I'm sayin'? Just a little somethin', somethin'.

Yo, that shit was fuckin' fire, yo.

You need to be doing this shit.

HAZE: Gettin' thick in here.

Niggas are droppin' hot shit for sure.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

Coming up to the stage next is...

Bobby Dynamite.

Nigga said my name wrong.

(INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION)

Yo, what the fuck?

HAZE: My bad, my bad.

Coming all the way from Flatbush, it's Triple Crown!

-Hell, no! -RAPPER: Make some noise!

Hey, these niggas' names wasn't even on the list!

RAPPER: Start the beat!

Yeah. We in the house right now.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Everybody put one hand in the air

Put a hand in the air

Yo, fuck this fuckin' shit, yo.

You have to listen

Watchin' me stomp on the competition

Soon as me walk in, your bride is missing

Your queen disappear, me a card magician

I hate to cut you off like a unpaid bill

-But me have to interrupt -RAPPER: Chill

It's a soul food like a Sunday meal

-Don't come to -ALL: Brooklyn!

-If the sauce ain't real -ALL: Like that

like this, like this, like that

Put a fist in the air if you feeling the hype track

So who's a hot rat me chill as a ice pack

Man, I know, but are you finished?

No, me comin' right back

Yo, Brooklyn finest call me a highness

Reppin' in Staten where the girls them flyest

-Them the flyest -The girls them flyest

They won't deny us, come on and try us

Walk with the lions, join our alliance

As we kick science, Incas and the Mayans

Dance to the beat, be tappin' your feet

We got two Es

But a champ's got three-peat

ALL: Beep, beep, get out the way

RAPPER: We need an all-star ALL: When we come out to play

We came to party, sip on Bacardi

Leave with a shorty and go get lordy

When I say hip, y'all say hop

-Hip -ALL: Hop

RAPPER: Hip ALL: Hop

RAPPER: When I say rip y'all say shop

-Rip. -ALL: Shop

RAPPER: Rip ALL: Shop

RAPPER: Just put your hands in the air

Everybody just put your hands in the air

Peace.

(ALL CHEERING)

Buh, buh, buh, buh! Yeah, man!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

It's over, man!

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE).

CROWD MEMBER: Whoo!

One, two, one, two.

(STATIC ON MICROPHONE)

It's not over yet. We still have one more MC to go.

Introducing MC Dynamite.

(STATIC ON MICROPHONE)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(ALL CHEERING)

Yo, yo, it's your boy.

MC Dynamite.

(ALL CHEERING)

About to have some fun. Hey, DJ.Drop that beat.

(MELLOW MUSIC STARTS)

Yeah.

MAN: All right, B!

Yeah. Uh.

Yeah.

My mind go...

(MUSIC STOPS)

Yo.

(CROWD BOOING)

Hey, what the fuck?

What?

HAZE: Yo, fam.

Get 'em next time, all right?

-You good. -What?

-Get 'em next time. You good. -I'm good?

Yeah, get 'em next time. Come on.

Hey, everybody.

Hey.

Everybody, uh...

yo, follow me, all right?

All right.

Clap your hands, everybody.

Everybody, clap your hands, yeah.

Clap your hands, everybody.

Everybody, clap your hands, yeah.

Uh.

(SINGING) My mind go back to an early mood

When I was a sperm cell in the fallopian tube

In the midst of a state of triple darkness

Going through a struggle that doesn't exist

Avoiding every danger that came in my path

As I watched every sperm cell get ripped in half

One in a million completes the job

And for the other sperm cells

The womb is a graveyard

See, in the womb I was like a foreign object

I was like a new nigga walking through the projects

So here I am in the danger zone

My head and my tail, my 23 chromosomes

But I thought it couldn't be that bad 'Cause my dad

He coulda used a body bag

And if not, then my tomb woulda been

In the trash can of my mom's bedroom

Well, damn

But they was in love

And they was new to it

So here I go on a mission to the uterus

A million motherfuckers tried to race ahead

But I am the one who fertilized the egg

(LAUGHING)

(CROWD BOOING)

MAN: Boo!

(MAN IMITATES BUZZER) Next!

WOMAN: No!

(SIGHS)

Man, fuck you, bitch-ass CO. I don't want this slop.

Think I am, a fucking animal?

DIVINE: If you don't eat,

you won't have the strength to last in here.

How long they gonna keep us in this bitch, man?

(CHUCKLES) Probably two weeks.

It gon' feel like two months, though.

Hey, how... how come you helpin' me out?

I ain't from Stapleton.

DIVINE: We from Staten.

We may be from separate hoods when we on the rock,

but when we off the rock, we gotta stick together.

Yo, we the smallest borough.

So how I see it,

it's Staten Island against the world.

They robbed us.

One of us shoulda won that shit, son.

Yeah, me.

Your shit was hot, but my shit was lava.

An assistant to this manager gave me his number.

Hey, yo, "assistant to this manager"?

Whatever, my shit had all the birds chirping.

No matter what, none of our verses won.

Definitely not that a cappella sperm shit.

(LAUGHING)

You thought this was science class?

BOBBY: Man, look, whatever. No matter what we would have done,

none of our verses would have won.

Yeah, that's 'cause the nigga Cressy

had that shit set up for them Brooklyn bumbaclots to win anyway.

Nah, yo.

It's 'cause all them niggas went up there as a unit.

We all went up thereas individuals.

Reppin' ourselves and not our borough.

You feel me?

Well, I'm from Brooklyn, fam, get what I mean?

You know what the fuck I mean, nigga.

Yo, let's get up out of here, son.

Get back to this, know what I'm sayin'?

-Peace, peace. -A'ight, peace.

Word.

WOMAN: Yeah, I know that's right.

HAZE: Excuse me, ladies.

Yo, puttin' this shit together for the Island was smart.

I was ridin' with y'all regardless, my nigga. Know that.

HAZE: Cressy appreciates that.

He said you and him deal directly,

from now on.

Word up.

That's what I'm talkin' about.

-You're welcome. -(CHUCKLES)

Yo.

-BOBBY: Yo. -Yo, your shit was mad deep.

That's the type of shit that be on yo' mind?

Hey, you shoulda signed up.

You got one of the illest flows in Staten Island.

Yeah, that's what you think, son.

All right.

Hey, yo, you remember that, uh...

(CHUCKLES) That, uh...

(SINGING) Word on the street, there's a party to do

That's true, so I put on my old Gucci suit

Had the fuckin' silkthat matched

Right and exact

So observe my swerve as I attack with

BOTH: Full contact

SHA: Yeah, son.

(PAGER BEEPING)

A'ight, son.

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING) We rock all, all, all in together now

Gettin' paid, gettin' fresh for the weather now

All, all, all in together now

Gettin' paid, gettin' fresh for the weather now

January, February, March, April

May, June, we all in tune

-All, all -GARY: Yeah

BOTH: All in together now

Gettin' paid, gettin' fresh for the weather now

All, all, all in together now

Gettin' paid, gettin' fresh for the weather now

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Hoo-hoo!

-(LAUGHS) -Hell, yeah.

Well, I was comin' down the block one hot afternoon

CHORUS: Comin' down the block one hot afternoon

GARY: On a scale of one to ten

I saw a girl about a nine

A flavor of new depth, but only she was divine

Walkin' down my block, said the block Monroe

I said peace to her then the bitch said hello

I said hell is low it's the lowest you can go

ASON: It's 32 degrees below zero

GARY: So I started to rain on this young girl's brain

Causin' her a great deal of physical pain

She said, tip, tap step off the broad, stat

No diamonds or gold you cannot get her back

Then I said, so what as I grabbed her butt

You know she smiled for a while But her mouth kept shut

CHORUS: All, all, all in together now

Gettin' paid, gettin' fresh for the weather nowpdf