Havoc

So you want to know about us?

'Bout kids from the Palisades?

That's easy, right?

Our parents moved

to the ocean...

and built walls

facing the other way.

They... send us

to private school.

They hire rent-a-cops

with uniforms...

and make them drive around

in little Ford Escorts, see?

This sends a powerful message.

There's us and there's them...

inside the circle and out.

We live very sheltered lives.

# Straight up off the block

with that Glock cocked #

# From the school

of hard knocks #

# Sellin' rocks, duckin' cops,

raisin' hell #

# It's on, like Run-D.M.C.,

but with automatics #

# You want some static,

can't top that #

# Welcome to havoc #

# Straight up off the block

with that Glock cocked #

# From the school

of hard knocks #

# Sellin' rocks, duckin' cops,

raisin' hell #

# It's on, like Run-D.M.C.,

but with automatics #

# You want some static,

can't top that #

# Welcome to havoc #

# Look, don't even

bring it my way #

# It's like gettin' an atheist

to pay tithes on a Sunday #

# A waste of time,

a wasted mind #

# Found a side from the waist

to raise the nine #

# See, I'll make your soul

rise and shine #

# In the middle of the night

and go towards that light #

# Runnin' towards that light #

# In the coupe, looking right #

# How you in your afterlife,

lookin' back in hindsight #

# Here, nigga,

you got that iffy flow #

# If he flow a little better,

he might make a little dough #

# I'm a businessman,

f*** a rap star #

# What's the point

of sellin' millions #

# If you got to

rent a car? #

# Nah, it's the bishop,

no, not the deacon #

# I've been this way since

Doc Dre was rockin' sequins #

# Bad for the cause #

# And the thugs,

why they beefin'? #

# Bustin' them slugs,

and niggas die every weekend #

# Straight up off the block,

with that Glock cocked #

# From the school

of hard knocks #

# Sellin' rocks, duckin' cops,

raisin' hell #

# It's on, like Run-D.M.C.,

but with automatics... #

So we dress gangsta.

We talk sh*t. So what?

It's our thing.

See, basically,

the thing to remember...

is that... well,

none of it really matters.

We're just teenagers,

and we're bored.

We are totally...

f***in'...

bored.

How long have you identified

with gangsta culture?

I mean, I hate f***ing...

rich-ass white culture.

Sh*t's f***ing wack.

You know?

So, are you guys just wiggers,

trying to borrow from the blacks?

Nah, the whole world jocks, sonny.

It's, like, all the good sh*t

came from black people.

Do you like anything white?

Yeah. Yeah, like my skinny

white ass, player.

Yo. F***in' interview's over.

Let's go!

# Desperate times

and desperate measures #

# You can bring anybody, dawg,

I'll take whoever #

# If you wanna f*** with us,

get your sh*t together #

# But I don't think

you wanna f*** with me #

# Desperate times

and desperate measures #

# You can bring anybody, dawg,

I'll take whoever #

# If you wanna f*** with us,

get your sh*t together... #

What's up, dawg?

Little rich b*tches.

Yo, first things first, 'cause someone

f***in' keyed my car...

and your f***in' b*tch-ass name

keeps comin' up.

I f*** something up,

I'm gonna f*** you up...

not your f***in' ride.

Oh, dang, excuse me, ma'am.

I should be talkin'

to your b*tch instead, right?

Huh? She wasn't talkin'

to Toby then.

What's the smell?

Damn, girl, close your legs!

Your ho looked a lot better

when she was down on her knees.

Ho ho ho ho!

You did not

do that to my boyfriend.

Sh*t, son! I guess maybe...

you should've let your b*tch fight

for you, you know what I mean?

Oh, sh*t! It's on now!

I'm gonna f*** you up!

Stop! Uhh!

Who you f***ing with?

You f***in' b*tch!

Alli! Alli!

What's up?

B*tch!

Get the hell off her!

Uhh!

Go, go, Alli!

- Whoo, whoo!

- Go, go!

Go!

Come on!

Everyone all right?

You all right?

Go! Go! Go!

F*** you!

Come on, son.

This is a Sunday.

I been livin' up here in my head

for so long, it's, like...

I can talk to my own God.

But y'all motherfuckers

can't feel.

Hey, Eric. Good party.

Thanks. Well,

the lease is up next month...

and most of the furniture

that we're still gonna use...

is in Chicago with my mom.

No one's gonna notice anything.

So that means you're not coming

back to school with us?

Eww!

How's it going over here?

Are you all right?

Oh.

I'm just a...

little sick.

No problem. I mean...

I feel really good.

That's good.

See? At least now

you know your limit. That's...

Heh!

Oh, man.

Eww! Ehh!

- That's so gross.

- Yeah, girl.

Gotta pace yourself.

Ha ha.

Hey, get skinny

the west side way.

At Camp Palisades, our smack diet

is guaranteed to slim you down.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Ha ha ha.

Watch yourself, boy.

Watch myself. I'll do that.

Just for you, Allison.

Damn, high as sh*t!

Ha ha!

So, have you, um...

decided what your...

thing is on...

the big docudrama?

Yeah, it's on

what it means to be us.

Sh*t, son, you're not one of us.

You're the video boy.

Ha ha ha ha.

What it means to be you,

what it means to be wiggers.

What does it mean?

Aw, come on.

You don't really want

to know about that.

Yeah, I do, actually.

I mean, today,

kids were gettin' hurt.

Why? For what reason, you know?

Please.

Teenagers think

they'll live forever.

Don't you know?

Well, yeah, but that doesn't

answer my question.

Yeah, well,

maybe it's a stupid question.

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