CB4 Page #2

Again, MC, I wanna thank you

for letting me hang with you today.

It's gonna be fun. Look at that Jeep!

Cool! I drive something sorta like that.

It's a big ol' Country Squire.

It was my dad's car. It's sorta like it.

What MC Gusto just did

was rip up a state-issued ticket

which he has no plans of paying,

a natural act of defiance by rappers.

He's putting in a new jam

for us to listen to and...

Yo, White!

Chill on the blow-by-blow, all right?

I'm sorry.

# It feels like I'm living in a zoo...

I like this. Who is it?

Gold, gold, gold.

Another one goes gold.

I got it.

In Jones We Trust Productions.

If you can't trust me,

you can't Trustus.

You can trust

you're gonna be dead soon.

And guess who's next? CB4.

They ghost.

That was great!

Gusto, does the whole idea of CB4

getting together in just two days

kind of fill you with high anxiety?

Do you actually think a brother who

was rollin' and controllin' Cell Block 4

is worried about rockin' the mic?

Please!

Must be one of my b*tches. Hello.

Hey, b*tch, look in your

rear-view mirror, motherf***er.

Sh*t!

What's happening?

- Want me to hold the wheel?

- Get close to the motherf***er.

It's my first drive-by.

We gotta go.

Get up on 'em, man.

- My f***in' radio!

- Need some new jams, b*tch!

Ma! Ma!

Cool turn!

- Only a fool would follow me up here.

- Where are we going?

Stop right here!

- I'm crazy but I ain't no fool.

- I ain't no fool.

Jeez, we got all shot up.

There's only one word for

that kind of thing in my book. "Wild".

You guys OK back there?

MC, why were they shooting at us?

Us? Us?

They weren't shooting at us.

They were shootin' at me.

I could've died today. It'd have gone

down as a simple-ass drive-by.

- You know sh*t about Cell Block 4.

- No. That's not true.

- I know you guys are...

- You got lots of tape?

Good.

Cos I'm gonna

let you in on something.

OK, fine.

But keep it tight. I do the narrations.

All my life

I wanted to be a rapper.

About four years ago...

# Four or five niggaz in a mothership

# Better known as a goose

And we all wanna smother sh*t

# Bent, front and back glass got tint

# Tryin' to get our hands

on some dollars and cents...

- Turn that music down!

- Come on, Pops.

- I already got it on one.

- Put it on negative one.

Make us both happy and turn it off.

I like this music. I like what

it's about. I like the way it sounds.

Albie, I don't understand

this gangster-rap attitude

you're so fascinated with.

Why don't we listen to Lenny Kravitz?

It's just music. You act

as if I was plannin' a drive-by.

I'm gonna drive by and whip your ass

if you don't turn that music down.

Why ain't you in school?

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