Black Dynamite Page #3
What you want to eat, man?
Sister Betty made some hog maws
and, man, she put her ankle in it.
I ain't here for no food, Horn.
Oh, man.
I can dig it.
Sugar, give us a minute.
You know, man...
about what happened to Jimmy.
You know, me and you
been tight for a long time.
- So you know if you need anything...
- Thanks, Horn.
I need to know about the kind of cats
You know, he came around here
about a week ago...
...with some cats
that I had never seen before.
Man, I mean,
these cats looked mean.
Meaner than two fat motherfuckers
wrestling over pork chops and greens.
Can you dig it?
Yeah. I can dig it.
That little old half-a-player,
Cream Corn, was with them.
these days?
Yep, that's right.
I'm running things.
Cream Corn.
That's why they call me that.
Smooth.
I got my measure for your pleasure.
Stick with me, baby,
I'll have you farting through silk.
And let a nigga mess with me.
I'll jump on him,
all 93 pounds of pure dynamite...
Let me catch my breath,
Black Dynamite.
Shut up, sucker. I need answers.
I wanna know who the cats were
Man, I don't know nothing
but nothing.
Okay, all right, all right.
Their leader's name
is Chicago Wind.
They hang out at a place
called the Hip Pocket on Crenshaw.
Now, get me up.
So you must be Black Dynamite.
Cream Corn, you jive mother.
Chicago Wind, I presume.
Your presumption is correct, nigga.
If you presume that I killed
your brother then you presume wrong.
Not that it means sh*t to me.
Either way, sh*t.
I wish I'd have killed
that nigga myself.
Somebody else beat me to it.
Is that so?
Well, Mr. Chicago Wind...
...what do you know about this?
Some heavy sh*t.
But dig.
Let me explain something to you,
supernigga.
I don't answer questions.
I ask them.
Even if I did know who killed
that brother of yours...
...what would make you think
I'm gonna tell you?
Get your black ass out of my joint...
...before we beat you
like a rented mule.
That's right, you jive-ass punk.
Don't be coming to the Hip Pocket
talking that sh*t, you dig?
That's right, nigga.
Don't ever, ever come ba...
before he disappears.
I'll take care
of this gorilla-eating goon here.
Oh, you's a corn-fed fool
with a lot of muscle mass.
But it's time for Bullhorn
to get up in that ass.
Motherf***er.
Let everybody know
and suckers be warned...
...that this is the outcome
when you mess with Bullhorn.
Try to catch me now, sucker.
Motherf***er.
Now you know why they call me
Chicago Wind, fool.
Because I left your ass
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