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...From uptown, downtown,

In town, out of town.

We got it going on,

1 -4-5,

It's famous, baby,

here we go.

It's the world-famous

Brucie B.

On the special mix tip

For all my pla ya niggas,

all my niggas gettin' paper.

Ladies lookin' good,

fellas, y'all lookin' good.

We gettin' money uptown style,

a'ight?

...to my niggas from 1-5-5,

1-1-2, 1-4-9,

49 is in the house.

This is the stage.

If you was here,

you'd be definitely somebody.

And I was there.

Me, Mitch, and Rico.

We did our thing,

you know?

We was living.

We was living that life.

So, you know, I'm up at this cat's

birthday party the other day.

You told me about it.

Talkin' about Charlie Rucks?

Exactly.

- Yeah, I couldn't make that shit.

- Yeah.

So, I'm up at that birthday--

I didn't bring him nothin'.

So, I see everybody up there

got stuff for him,

- So I walk up to the table --

- Ain't got no soy sauce up there, B.?

No, they didn't put no fuckin'

soy sauce in the bag, man.

Why these Chinese niggas always

doin' this shit, man?

F*ck the soy sauce, man!

Mitch, can I tell a story?

I walk up to the table, right?

- Chinese niggas...

- Pick up the cake...

Mush it in his face,

tell him, "Happy birthday."

Niggas at the party looking at

me like I'm buggin'.

I showed that nigga mad love, B.

We lookin' at you

like you buggin', man.

You buggin', man.

This nigga... Thinks it's funny.

You took the whole cake

and mushed it in his face?

Whole cake.

What's up with this

nigga here, man?

- That's love right there, man.

- Why you doin' that, B.?

Why you f*ck a nigga

birthday party up like that?

I know his girl was there.

Ace, make that shot again.

Five thou you can't make it again.

Man, I ain't gonna take your $5,000, man.

Hold onto your money.

Penny-pinchin' nigga here, man.

You know, he fucks me up, man.

You always trying to save

your dough and shit, B.

See, the thing is, baby, you're

fuckin' with the wrong nigga right now.

You need to be fuckin' with me, man.

Give me that bet, man.

Yeah, you got the bet, Mr. Mitch.

What, you drunk? Your man been drinking?

I'm gonna take this nigga uptown, man.

Yeah, take me --

Take me uptown, man.

I'm gonna take you uptown.

Five thou you can't make the shot.

You off right here.

You off right here, man.

Your man drunk.

That's off right there.

Ahh!

Where's my money, man?

Let me get my money, man.

- Lucky cat right there.

- Let me get my money, man.

Nigga, bet it right back.

That ain't nothin', man.

- Go ahead, nigga. Go ahead, nigga.

- Thank you.

But double up.

Bet it right back.

There go your five.

Bet it five right back.

Go ahead, Mr. Mitch.

Double up.

- Well, now this nigga feelin' lucky, man.

- Double up!

Feelin' like he like you or

something, man. Double it up?

Like him? I'm me!

Double up!

Let's see if you gonna

make the shot now, Mr. Mitch.

Make the shot now, baby.

You're soft, Mitch.

Mitch! Make the money count!

Make the money count!

Ah, nigga, that's off!

Give me my money.

Give me my money.

Give me my money.

- Come on, man.

- Right here, man.

- I ain't got it right now.

- You ain't got it?

- No ribs!

- Now, come on, B.!

No ribs, no rice,

no champagne!

You don't eat nothin'!

F*ck you, man, I'll get my money, man.

Pay me my money, man.

Yo, A., man, just-- Loan me $10 g's real fast

till I get back to the crib.

Loan your man $10 g's, 'cause I ain't givin'

him his food back.

And no more soy sauce, nigga.

- That's five, man.

- What the f*ck you mean, this is five, man?

Lend me $10,000 real fast, B.

I'm gonna give you the dough

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