Ryder is in his house. CJ enters.
RYDER
Hey, man, what you want?
CJ
Seeing my homie. What's up with
you?
RYDER
Yeah, homie, yeah yeah. It's good
to see you back.
CJ
No homie love? No hug?
RYDER
Oh, for sure, for sure my [racial slur],
my bad. What's crackin' with you?
CJ
Hey, man, what you strapped for?
RYDER
Man, some pizza place keeps
painting over our hit up, man!
That shit is beautiful. Teach the
owner a lesson. He's [frick]ing with
Grove Street. You down?
CJ
I'm always down.
RYDER
Ahhh, yeah... Let's go, bitch.
///MISSION\\\
CJ has just walked out of the barbers, Ryder is outside.
RYDER
(one phrase)
Shit! I told you he was crazy!
Man, you jacked up!
(another phrase)
RYDER
You know something? I take it
back. Old Reece still got it
cracking.
(always the same phrase)
Man, what's this? Shit looks
ridiculous. No respect for the
'hood, all clean and shit. You're
looking too skinny, CJ. Go and get
us something to eat. I'm gonna
finish this. Then I'm going to
take care of business.
///MISSION\\\
CJ is ordering some food, Ryder walks up to the counter
holding a gun.
RYDER
Give up the money! This a raid!
PIZZA CO. EMPLOYEE
Ryder! Not this again!
RYDER
It ain't me, fool.
PIZZA CO. EMPLOYEE
No one else is that small! I feel
sorry for your dad!
CJ
Shit, you crazy! Let's get up
outta here!
RYDER
Same old CJ! Busta! Straight
busta!
Pizza Co. employee fires a gun towards CJ.
RYDER
Oh, shit! RUN!
///MISSION\\\
CJ and Ryder are outside Ryder's house.
RYDER
Better drop by and see Sweet. He's
been yapping on about that
graffiti, too. Later, homie.
Sweet and Big Smoke are playing basketball in Sweet's yard.
SWEET
C'mon fat boy. C'mon fat boy. Fat
boy - look at you, look at...
BIG SMOKE
Yeah, yeah, watch out. Fool...
Watch this, watch this... Ah ha ha
ha! Bam!
CJ walks into the yard.
SWEET
Look who's here, it's running man.
What, you think you back on the
set?
CJ
I told you that, bro.
SWEET
Your word don't mean shit around
here.
CJ
C'mon, man, gimme a break.
SWEET
We gotta go hit up the 'hood.
BIG SMOKE
Hey, CJ.
SWEET
Let them know you're back on the
set. The Johnson brothers are
rolling again. Take this paint and
go hit shit up. Start with our own
set first.
BIG SMOKE
Later on, we'll spread out and
take the whole 'hood back.
SWEET
You already spreading out, fat
man. Now let's play. Let's see
what you got, pork chop!
CJ walks out of the yard, Sweet follows him.
SWEET
Hey wait up.
CJ
Thought you'd hang with your
brother, huh?
SWEET
Aw, ease up, little man, c'mon,
it's been difficult. You wanna
drive?
CJ
Yeah, for sure.
///MISSION\\\
CJ parks the car, CJ and Sweet get out and head towards a tag
under the bridge.
SWEET
Watch for those rollers as I tag
this up.
Sweet sprays over a Ballas tag.
SWEET
There's another two Balla tags in
the 'hood.
///MISSION\\\
CJ pulls up and gets out of the car.
SWEET
You hit this up here, and I'll go
up and do another 'hood.
///MISSION\\\
Sweet pulls up in the car.
SWEET
CARL, QUICK, GET IN!
///MISSION\\\
CJ and Sweet are in Grove Street.
SWEET
Like riding a bike, ain't it, boy?
CJ
Yeah, it all comes back.
SWEET
How you doin' on the feddy?
CJ
I'm kinda short, you know.
C.R.A.S.H. took all my paper, man,
left me with nothing but small
change...
SWEET
Here, get yourself a beer or
something. I'll catch up with you.
Big Smoke, Sweet and Ryder are in Sweet's house.
BIG SMOKE
(to Sweet)
Hey, you gotta keep it real, man.
SWEET
Man, nobody give a shit about the
'hood.
BIG SMOKE
I do!
SWEET
All they do is sell yay and ruin
the place. No crack ever made a
gang tight.
BIG SMOKE
I don't know, man.
CJ enters.
CJ
Whassup, ya'll?
SWEET
Whassup, CJ?
RYDER
What's cracking?
SWEET
Man, all they care about is
smoking and money.
BIG SMOKE
You can't knock a homie's hustle,
Sweet.
SWEET
Them marks ain't soldiers. They're
idiots trying to be business men.
BIG SMOKE
Yeah, but they're down with us,
man.
SWEET
All they down with is money. CJ -
go down there and show these fools
you mean business. these chumps
from the Ballas are sweating the
homies. Go put pressure on them.
Just do it.
CJ
We been putting time in the 'hood,
but we gotta get the homies back
together, like the old days.
SWEET
Yeah, you right! So you and Ryder
go handle your business!
(to Big Smoke)
Man, they'd slang to their own
Momma. They don't care about
nothing.
BIG SMOKE
You're naïve, my friend. We gotta
keep our focus.
CJ and Ryder are walking out of Sweet's house.
CJ
We need some back up. You seen B
Dup?
RYDER
Nah, but him and the homeboy Bear,
they'd be good to have on our
side.
CJ
Oh! Big Bear? Yeah, them base
slangers going to be sorry now.
///MISSION\\\
CJ and Ryder are in B Dup's hall.
RYDER
Hey, slow down, fool. You don't
even know which door it is.
CJ
Whatever, man. This it?
RYDER
Yeah, this is it right here.
CJ knocks on door.
CJ
Open up! You sure he still live
here?
RYDER
Fool, I told you this it.
CJ bangs again.
CJ
Open up!
B DUP
(from behind the door)
Who the [frick] is it?
(opens door)
CJ? What the [frick] you want? Get
the [frick] outta here.
CJ
Wait, hold up, man. What happened
to 4 life, [racial slur]?
B DUP
The only thing that matters is the
'hood, homie, but you'll never
understand what getting this money
is like. You know what, man? Get
the [frick] outta here before you be
laying on your back. Big Bear,
come check this fool.
CJ
Hey, Bear? Big Bear, that's you?
Hey, you still from the 'hood,
homie, or what?
B DUP
Nah, the only thing Bear give a
[frick] about is smoking and keeping
my house clean. Ain't that right,
Big Bear?
BIG BEAR
Hell yeah.
B DUP
Hell yeah, what?
BIG BEAR
Hell, yeah, sir!
B DUP
Now go make that mother-[frick]ing
toilet sparkle.
CJ
Oh - no, man... Bear! Come on!
BIG BEAR
Everyone likes to party sometimes,
CJ. I'll see you around.
B DUP
Stay the [frick] from around here -
punk!
CJ
Hey, [racial slur], [frick] you!
CJ and Ryder walk out of B Dup's front door.
RYDER
Damn - this shit's [frick]ed up.
CJ
I see what you mean now, man. If
crack can do that to Big Bear,
turn him into a base slave, the
average mother-[frick]er ain't got a
chance.
RYDER
Damn dope fiends and drug addicts
everywhere in this city. Piss me
off.
CJ
Looks like it's up to us then.
///MISSION\\\
CJ pulls the car up near a crack dealer.
RYDER
Hey, check it out! Somebody's
selling to one of the homies!
///MISSION\\\
CJ and Ryder are looking down on the crack dealer.
RYDER
Hey, I know this cat! He a punk,
used to run with a Front Yard
Balla OG from Idlewood. I know his
place, it's just across the tracks
there. Let's check it out!
CJ
Eh, ain't that Front Yard turf?
RYDER
Man, are you a busta?
CJ
No, I'm down, homie!
///MISSION\\\
CJ pulls up outside of the Crack Den.
RYDER
Ooo-eee! Man, you can smell a
crack den a mile away!
///MISSION\\\
CJ and Ryder enter the Crack Den.
RYDER
Good afternoon, Balla dope
pushers! Grove Street OG's come to
do damage!
Balla
[frick] them Grove Street fools!
///MISSION\\\
CJ and Ryder are in Grove Street.
RYDER
Now that the base ain't getting
pushed up in their faces... Maybe
these fools should be up for some
real bangin'!
CJ
Yeah, Grove gonna get back on its
feet now for sure though.
RYDER
Later, homie.