Chi-Raq Page #2

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bad as f***.

We could've got killed.

I gotta look at that tonight?

Out of sight.

I got another pistol that's

gonna make everything a'ight.

Just make sure it's loaded.

You know what I like.

You outside, no fun.

And he inside getting some.

You feel?

Spit your lick.

Come on, man.

Spartans, yo.

No.

No music?

No nothing?

Nothing but the beat

of the headboard bumping

when my third leg go thumping.

Slow down.

You gotta bring me the romance.

Then maybe, like Biggie,

I give your ass one more chance.

Okay, okay.

Well, like 'Pac say,

I can't wait to get you home,

- get you all alone.

- Mm-hmm.

Get you home in my bedroom.

Maybe we could bone

and get it on.

Got a lot of thug in me.

I wanna put it in you.

Hey, goofy,

why do I stay with you?

Because you know Chi-Raq

will make you stammer

when I crack your back

with this Spartan hammer.

Chi, bang it.

Damn, I wish

I never picked it up

'Cause now I can't put

it down nor give it up

At least five days a week,

I be liquored up

You only get one life to live,

and I'ma live it up

And I know that it's a drug,

but it's sold legal

And I can't keep it up

like old people

I done robbed,

I done banged...

Oh, Chi.

Oh, Chi!

You smell something?

Yeah. S-E-X.

What's that?

What's that?

What the f***?

Oh, sh*t!

F***.

Come on, motherf***er!

Get out of here!

Burn, baby.

Please, baby.

Disco inferno.

Go, go, go!

Go, go!

Trojans! Go!

- You dead, nigga!

- You missed me!

On my mama, you dead,

old-ass motherf***er!

Call the fire department!

Somebody call

the fire department!

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing!

Somewhere in the world

A boy or girl is being

buried by their mother

- Somewhere in the world...

- What's up, baby?

- Morning, tootie!

- Hey, hey!

There is violence,

brother against brother

Do your dance,

get in your zone...

Hey, Lysistrata!

What it do?

What's up, Spinna?

Do your dance,

get in your zone...

Wake up!

Hey, Dolmedes!

Welcome to Chi-Raq,

the land of pain,

misery, and strife.

Folks, our Windy City

been filleted

with a king-size

butcher knife.

Like a monster from outer space,

the great state of Drillanois

has been hit by a murderous,

big-ass killeroid.

And that's real sh*t,

where the big moneymaker

is the black suit undertaker.

But don't pity our pain.

Might ain't always right,

ain't you heard?

And this coming

from a natural man.

Baby, you've come

face-to-face

with the super bad

Mr. Dolmedes.

My black ass was on

the first box of Wheaties.

I was raised up

in a pail of rusted nails,

ran buck naked through

golf ball-sized hail,

was weaned on Thunderbird

from my mama's titty.

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