"[Narrator speaking]" "Fuck." "Yo, bro, you ready for this shit or what?" " Yeah." " What?" "I'm gonna 187 this motherfucker." "I can't hear you!" "I'm gonna 187 this motherfucker!" "Word!" "That's my bro." "Toe up from the motherfuckin' floe up!" "A'ight, JTRO." "Let's roll." "[Techno music plays]" "Yo, JTRO!" "Good luck against Sugga Nigga, son." "Yeah, sentence." "Don't worry, man." "His shit is whack." "He'll biff himself half way through the match." "Trippin' ass lip smackin' pancake munching' mofucka!" "Q m WV" "Busta L Dubba E is lookin' double serious tonight." "Shit's gettin' hot!" "We all counting' on you, dog." "Why you clownin' me, KCDC?" "Did you check out what the fuck" "I rolled up into this bitch in tonight?" "Dayum!" "That shit's deluxe!" "Yo kicks got smiles humped all up my face." "Say What?" "[Cell phone beeps]" " My shit's goin' off!" "We got the splits, dog." "Lates, KCDC." "Later, BTRO." "Them 245 bitches is whack!" "Yo." "Man, who is that chick?" "Who is that bitch?" "Mmm!" "I see you finally made your way into this pussy, bitch." "The fuck you doing in our house, motherfucker?" "Fuck up out my face with that shit!" "Oh, man, come on!" "You know we represent 245!" "245 represent right here, motherfucker!" "Get your fuckin' ass out of here!" "Fuck it!" "Throw down, bitch!" " Come on." "Come on." "Get in there." " Something." " Take it." " Something." " Give me a reason, asshole." " Come on, bitch." "Fuckin' hit me, asshole." " Get the fuck out of here!" " Walk it back!" "Don't let their shit put your brain on flips!" "You got to think of "Beat-Beat Revelation"" "like it was the Civil War." "Say What?" "Four score and a couple of years ago," "Ma and Pa fought for some serious shit, ya heard?" "The challenge is up in this motherfucker, JTRO." "Now is the time." "All these carpet baggin' fut buckin' bitches from the 245 and us from the 248." "We gots to be ready for anything." "That's why we gots to get each other's backs, to the end, a'ight?" "Man..." "I could never be all up playin' this shit if it weren't for you." "Who know's where this chump would be." "Thanks, bro." "Anytime, little brother." "I'll be here backin' your shit up to the end!" "For reals?" "For reals." "We roll together." "We die together." "[Slaps shoulder]" "Now 187 this bitch, bro!" "Oh shit!" "Listen up, ya'll!" "We about to sticky-sticky-sticky start this show, you know what I'm sayin'?" "A'ight." "We got Sugga Nigga, 245 vet, straight up!" "Homey been boutin' for years, and he's still hungry!" "Start the fuckin' match!" "And over here, we got this up and up chrome dome makin' noise straight from the 248." "Been training' his shit under his legendary big bro, mofuckin' "Beat-Beat" nigga BTRO!" "BTRO, ya heard?" "[Crowd cheers]" "All ya'll motherfuckers know what I'm talking about!" "JTRO!" "A'ight!" "Sugga Nigga or JTRO?" "Who it gonna be tonight?" "3... 2... 1..." "Game:" "Beat Beat." "[Techno music plays]" "[Music stops]" "Game:" "Chill." "[Animal growl]" "Game:" "JTRO wins." "Whatevs!" "S my D you cheatin' potato sprout bitch!" " Yeah, Bitch!" " Say what?" "You best strap closed your ass licka, you roller blading', corn dog chowin' motherfucker!" "I didn't cheat!" "Yeah, you fuckin' cracker ass, cracker!" "Chill." "You won!" "Let it go!" "You just heard what that knuckle dragger spout at my ass!" "Don't worry about his shit." "He's just gonna get capped one day anyway." "How do you know that shit?" "I don't know." "He's illin' for a killin'." "He's just got one of them mugs." "You did good, bro." "Thanks, bro." "Hey." "Listen up, ya'll." "It's time for the main event!" "We got champion "Beat-Beat" nigga BTRO..." "Boo!" "Vs." "Chump L Dubba E!" "Dayum, snow cone!" "What are you for Halloween?" "A bitch?" "Back your stank ass shit up off my flavor!" "Whooty-whoo!" "Hey, hope you ready for this shit, cranberry juice." "Because you're about to get fucked, bitch." "Bitch!" "Yo." "It's been a long fuckin' time, JTRO." "Yeah." "I was going to come talk to you earlier." " Shit was all just..." " I know." " Dancin' and..." " It's chill." "Yeah." "You got some choice moves, JTRO." " No shit?" " Yeah, shit." "A bitch has usually got to drop a whole fuckin' pile of Lincolns to catch a show that good." "Awesome." "Nice checkin' a look at you." "Yeah." "Dayum, new mode!" "New mode." " It's Omega Gangsta Mode!" " I don't give a fuck." "Omega Gansta Mode in the hiz-ouse!" "Oh, shit!" "It's all happenin'!" "Yo." "We gonna break history tonight!" "Damn." "We gots the record breakin' champ BTRO from the 248." "And we gots the smack talkin' bitch from the 245" " Come on, you faggot." " I Dubba E." "Right here." "Yo." "Who it going to be tonight?" "Three...two... one. "Beat-Beat!"" "Game:" "Omega Gangsta Mode." "You got this motherfucker!" "Kill that bitch!" "Kill him!" "What you got?" "Look at this motherfucker!" "What the fuck is this pussy doing?" "That ain't on the screen." "Choking, bitch?" "Oh, my God!" "Yo, 248, check out your hero now." "One." "Two." "Stay the fuck down, bitch!" "Three." "BTRO, get yo shit straight, dog!" "Get the fuck up, bitch!" "I ain't done kicking yo ass yet." "Five." "Six." "Seven." "Eight." "Get the fuck up." "Come on, Bro, get up." "Come on, bro, get up." "We roll together." "We die together." "J--JTRO..." "I'm sorry." "Nine." "Get up!" "Get up, man." "Oh!" "10." "187!" "Game: 187." "187, ya'll." "BTRO got 187'd." "Oh shit." "Shit's tough in the FP, bitch!" "No!" "I'll never play "Beat-Beat Revelation" again!" "[Chainsaw whirring]" "Yo, man, know where I can find JTRO?" "Thanks." "Yo, JTRO!" "Been a long time, dog." "What's going on, man?" "Dog, you ain't never answer my pages." "I been beeping' the shit out of yo ass for months!" "What the fuck you doin' out here, nig?" "[Sighs] Just livin'." "So what brings you out here?" "Man, shit's all fucked up in the FP." "We need you, nig!" "The FP doesn't need me." "Shit's fucked up everywhere, man." "The shit you sayin', man?" "We need you." "We bros!" "FP needs you, TRO." "Yo, we roll together." "We die together!" "Damn it, JTRO." "[Techno music plays from car]" "Dayum, you still out here in the mo sucking' 242?" "I heard you out here just sleepin' in the dirt, dog." "Just get the fuck out of here and leave me alone, man." "Man, who the fuck is you?" "BTRO would've stood strong." "BTRO wouldn't have let his FP sink to the dogs." "You don't know shit about BTRO." "What you sayin'?" "BTRO told me that if anything ever happened to him" "I was supposed to take care of yo ass." "What happened to we roll together, we die together?" "!" "Huh?" "I know shit got tough, right?" "And you just booked." "You know what, man?" "Shit did get tough." "BTRO died in my fucking arms, DC." "I'm not goin' back to that shit." "Get the fuck out of my way." "Yo, you know what BTRO told me that night, huh?" "Before he rolled up into that match?" "He told me he had never been more proud of anyone than he was of his lil' bro." "Ever since you was kids, you ain't never given up on nothin'." "Look at you, man." "You just giving up on him." "You giving up on all of us." "Man, you're the only one who can finish what BTRO started and save the FP." "Come on, man." "We roll together." "We die together." "Yeah, motherfucker!" "Get your shit in that car!" "Time to get ill, motherfucker!" "Yeah!" "Jesus." "Paragraph." "All right, so check it." "My boy BLT owns this joint." "Him and BTRO used to roll together back in the old days." "Yo, BLT!" "Where you at?" "Yo, BLT." "I finally reeled JTRO's ass up in this piece." "Yo, he's the real deal." "For reals." "Set him up in the tent out front." "A tent?" "Yo, yo, yo." "You're lucky you even get a tent, nig." "I don't even get a room." "I gots to sleep on the couch." "Why?" "'Cause you gotta earn street cred and shit." "Don't you know?" "Shit's tough in the FP, bitch." "Yeah." "Besides shit's better than dirt." "Fuck this, man!" "No, no, no." "Yo, yo." "Check it." "Yo." "BLT's cool, man." "He's just been going through a lot of tough shit lately." "We all have." "We need you, dog." "Why?" "What the fuck is going on here, man?" "Who the fuck is this dude?" "Come on, JTRO." "I think there's some shit you should check a look at." "What is all this?" "It's just a basement, nig." "What's the BFD?" "Yo, check it." "Shit's all fucked up in the FP, JTRO." "After BTRO got 187'd, the 248 lost its shit." "The 245 has taken over." "I Dubba E's got even more street cred now 'cause his pops took a dirt nap, left him Dawn's Liquor Mart, son." "So now, no one drinks unless L Dubba E says so." "It's the end of days out there, JTRO." "The darkness has come." "God damn drunks goin' straight edge right on the street." "Resortin' to meth and shit!" "And now with no drunks there ain't no bums." "And with no bums there ain't no motherfuckers to feed the ducks at the park." "What's a fuckin' town with no ducks, JTRO?" "It's nothin'!" "It ain't nothin'!" "How's a nigga supposed to sort his shit out without no ducks?" "We the last of the 248." "We bringin' booze back to the people from the underground." "And we need your help." "We can't take out L Dubba E and his bullshit ass shit alone." "We gots to "Beat-Beat" this shit right again." "BTRO was on the front lines, JTRO." "Why didn't he ever tell me about any of this shit?" "'Cause he wanted to keep yo ass safe, tell you when the time was right." "BTRO was my best nig, yo." "We had each other's backs, back to back." "You ain't the only one who lost BTRO." "We all did." "We all gotta deal with it." "We all is dealing' with it." "Man:" "Get out of here, you waste of skin!" "Stacy:" "Shut up, Dad!" "You're ruining my life!" "Stacy's Dad:" "If that motherfucker can keep his dick out your box for a few minutes, get some beer on your way home!" "I ain't never coming home!" "Fuck, fuck." "JTRO?" "Yo." "Stacy, I..." "Hole up." "I'm not talking to you." "I'm mad at you." "You just fuckin' disappeared." "You didn't tell no one where you went." "I thought we were bros?" "I'm here now." "Fuck." "Yeah you is." "I ain't mad at that." "What you been up to?" "Cutting logs and stuff." "Logs is chill." "Yeah." "Fuckin' awesome." "So how come you never asked me out?" "What?" "You know, back then." "Well, I..." "I guess I thought that you know, since you just sped through guys so fast back then" "I just..." "I thought I'd just be another slash on the list or something, you know?" "You were more than that." "[Car horn honks]" "Yo, Stacy!" "Get in the fuckin' truck, bitch!" "I gotta bounce." "Move it!" "Listen, there's gonna be an off-the-frizz party at the foundation tonight." "It's gonna be Cone Zone as all hell." "Maybe, uh, maybe I'll check a look at you there?" "You know, just because you forgot about the FP don't mean it forgot about you." "Yo, bitch, who the fuck is that double dragon?" "Nobody." "Shit." "Looks like a nobody." "You look snap, L Dub." "I know." "And if you play your cards right," "I'll let you give me a blow job when we get to the party!" "Eat shit, Romeo!" "Ha ha ha!" "[Ringing]" "Yo, DC." "It's JTRO." "Yo, JTRO." "It's DC." "You get your shit straight or what, dog?" "Yeah." "I'm in." "BLT!" "Yo." "That's how he rolls, yo." "All mysterious and shit." "Make it!" "[Yelling]" "Stacy, what's going on?" "JTRO." "Keepin' it O.G. I aint mad at that." "Man, maybe I should call you SexTRO and shit?" "I don't know what that means." " Right?" " Are you drunk?" "You are drunk, bitch!" "Fucking wasted." "Sorry, baby." "Oh." "I'm all wet, too." "I'm all wet, too." "Jesus." "What the fuck!" "Yo, clam chowder!" "What up with you slobberin' all over my meat, n' shit?" "You some kinda bust ass bitch or somethin'?" "Hmm-hmm-hmm." "You better check your girl." "I didn't do anything." " Hell no!" " Nigga what?" "I Dubba E, stop it." "Let's just jet." "Hole the fuck up!" "Is that JTRO?" "Oh, my God." "Who's shithole you crawl out of, bitch?" "I didn't touch her, man." "I'm just leaving." "Shit!" "That's what pussies do." "Huh?" "Why the fuck you bail out of the FP in the first place, bitch?" "Oh yeah. 'Cause your bitch ass bro took a fuckin' dirt nap!" "All ya'll niggas remember that shit." "JTRO..." "I'm sorry." "Aw." "We live together, man, we die together." "I don't want any trouble." "Yeah?" "Well now you gots double trouble, bitch!" "No." "Fuck that, G. He got triple trouble!" "You, JTRO, you fucked!" "Welcome back to the FP, bitch!" "Yo, bro, you ready for this shit or what?" "[Mumbles]" "What?" "[Mumbles]" "I can't hear you!" "[Mumbles]" "Best get yo shit straight, dog." "This mo sucker's gonna keep walkin' all over you!" "Ya heard?" "Whoa." "You just got jacked the fuck up, son." "You on the up an up?" "Where the fuck is he?" "Yo, don't do it, man." "He's cruisin' all kinds of heat out in the parking lot." "Come on, nig." "Fuck it." "Lets see what the kid's got." "J' Yo, if you could flow as well as I play "Tick Tack Toe," J'" "J' You'd be my ho, you know?" "J'" "Yo, Dubba E!" "J' Your mom's gotta sack J'" "J' I'm gonna punch that bitch right in the fuckin' back J'" "Unh!" "Hey, L Dubba E!" "I challenge you to a Beat-Off!" "Nigga what?" "[Crash]" "Yo, nigga, I'm ghost riding." "What the fuck just hip hopped out yo cock sucka?" "Didn't you get enough of my ass back in that foundation?" "Don't worry about this motherfuckin' conehead." "Yeah, shit." "Catapult dis bitch up out my sight." "Tell you something, boy." "Maybe you should get your fuckin' ass up out of here." "Before you get hurt." "No, no." "Time." "Time." "I got dirt in my eyes." "I said, I challenge you!" "Problem is I don't "Beat-Beat" bitches." "How'd a pussy bitch like you ever beat BTRO?" "Good God!" "Dayum!" "Say What?" "Am I bout to bust a fuckin nut up in this bitch?" "[Mumblin9]" "A'ight, JTRO and bitch." "If you want to do this legit, you need street cred before you deserve to face my ass." "Check yourselves out at the 138." "There's a street match comin' up against The Triple Decka 1K." "Beat that chump then maybe we'll talk about a match." "Why won't you just face me right now?" "Politics, bitch!" "Yo, let's roll." "Shit just got damp." "I fuckin' hate that guy" "What you thinkin', dog?" "You ain't ready to drop that fool yet." "I know." "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, man." "I'm just been making this shit up as I go." "BLT:" "It can be done." "But I gotta know you're as serious as a deep throatin' dyke about this shit." "Can yo' ass keep a secret?" "You sure you're ready for this shit?" "Yeah." "What it is." "What is this place?" "What is it now?" "Or what did it used to be?" "I don't know." "Well, during the Civil War it used to be an underground rail road." "Then during prohibition, motherfuckers used to run their moonshine all through this bitch." "And now it's 248 HQ, straight the fuck up!" "Hold up." "BTRO--he wasn't the first one that we lost." "But he will be the last." "Come on." "Booze should be a choice, not a privilege." "For the ducks, B." "BTRO's death wasn't your fault, nig." "It was his." "He wasn't expectin' the unexpected." "But it sure as fuck expected him." "Ya heard?" "And now your ass is here so you won't make the same mistakes as him." "In order to master "Beat-Beat"" "you gots to master the four rules of the B.E.A.T." "B--balance." "Not floppy twat legs." "You got to make two legs count as one." "Balance, bitch." "Balance!" " E--expeditiousness." " What?" "Speed, bitch!" "My legs aren't fast enough." "Yeah, they are, bitch!" "It's your mind that ain't fast enough." "You got to dance with your mind, not your legs." "I need speed, 'TRO." "I need speed, 'TRO." "Where that nigga at?" "Move your shit!" "What you got?" "A roll of quarters up your ass?" "Motherfucker, move this motherfucker!" "A--Aggression." "If a nig don't got the fire inside, he needs to keep pushin'." "Once his body's all 187'd, he's kerplunked." "Suck my corndog, chump!" "T--tempo." "Gots to keep your shit straight, all evened out and dialed in to the end." "No matter what slaps you upside the cocksucka." "All right." "Let's do it again." "Stacy's Dad:" "Fuck you, you little fuckin' piece of shit!" "Shut up, Dad!" "God!" "I can't fuckin' take it any more." "I'm out!" "Go fucking hang out with your little shit kicking friends." "Baby dumpster!" "Fuckin' whore!" "FUCK you!" "Sorry you had to hear all that." "Don't worry." "DC and BLT go at it pretty hardcore sometimes, too." "It's fine." "Yeah." "I guess." "I need to get up out of here." "I feel like I'm going insane." "Need to get out of this fucking town." "God!" "You want to go shopping?" "I wanna be up on the stage, you know?" "Make some dill." "So what?" "You wanna be like a dancer?" "Yeah." "More or less." "Strip." "Be all exotic n' shit." "You know." "Make a lot of money." "Yeah." "Or maybe become an astronaut or something." " Why not?" " What about you?" "What are you gonna do when you bust up outta here?" "I'm not really planning on busting up out of here" "or anything." " Then what you gonna do?" "You know, what I should've done a long time ago." "What's that?" " So, I was thinkin" " Yeah?" "Remember the other night" "Oh my God." "I was plastered as all tits." "I--I don't remember nothin' about the other night." "I didn't do anything off the frill did I?" "No." "No, you didn't do anything." "KCDC:" "It's fuckin' game day, dog!" "Come on!" "BLT's at HQ!" "Yeah, I'll be up there in a sec" "Lates, yo." "Bye." "Fuck." "You got a big match tonight." "You fearing'?" "Yeah." "A little." "Yeah." "Well, you'd better knock that shit out your head." "I got a surprise for you, though." "Hold up." "Wait." "How the hell..." "Brother BTRO'S." "They's getting handed down to you." "100% Grade-A "Beat-Beat" nigga boots." "Heh." "Passed down from your bio dad, B." "Now, um." "Shit's tough in The FP, I guess." "Yeah." "What you doing?" "You going to try 'em on?" "Or you just going to sit there messing with your dick?" "What the hell are we doing all the way out here in the 138'?" "It's where the match is at, B." "What the fuck is he doing?" "Pop the clutch!" "Pop the clutch?" "What's his deal?" "What the fuck is he doing?" "Shh." "We're kind of like an underground rail road and shit." "What are you talking about?" "Tempo, JTRO." "Just play it cool." "What the fuck?" "[Engine races]" "I See you '¢os!" "Why the fuck did you do that?" "BYOB, bitch!" "Call the cops!" "Yo, yo, yo." "You dull blozers rollin' tonight?" "Shit." "I'm driving." "No, you fut buckin' biznitch!" "You rollin' on the ecstasy?" "On the E, nigga?" "A'ight." "Check this." "I'm rolling with the Red Motherfuckin' Monkey." "I got the Green Eggs and Ham hits." "I'm rolling with the Black Dick." "Black Dick?" "Flavors, nigga." "Flavors." "Get that shit the fuck out our face, man." "A'ight." "Fuckin' ham sandwich." "You got's permission to be up all up in dis suare de la twa." "Don't you mean de la twat?" "No bitch, it's French." "It rolls off the tongue n' shit." "De la twa." "Is you gots permission or ain't ya?" "Park at the fuck other row." "What happened out here?" "I don't remember the 138 being this bad." "If we fail... this is what the FP could look like some day." "Dance, bitch, dance!" "Punch him in the knee!" "Man:" "Bathing you, bitch!" "[Russian accent] Yo, dreidel sipper." "Don't go runnin' from me." "Dude, I just wanted a drink." "Fuck you." "Shut up." "I take your fucking head." "I put it in a hole, and I shit on it." "You're going to shit on me?" "That's a piece of life from the Third, ya heard." "Triple Dekka 1000." "Fuck your sloppy ass." "Bitch." "Yo." "Yo." "How's it going?" "Hangin'." "Bangin'." "What about you?" "Just chillin' before the match." " Yeah?" " Yeah." "Fearin'?" "No." "Yeah, you is." "Hey, whatevs, fuck it." "Look, I gotta jet." "But, uh, bust some grills out there, all right, JTRO?" "Yeah, thanks." "Yo." "Where's your dank?" "In my pants." "No." "No, no, no." "Here." "Have a drink." "It'll chill your shit out." "What the fuck is this?" "That's a message from Triple D!" "Hope you like meth, bitch!" "[Men laughing]" "[Music stops]" "What the fuck?" "Hello?" "BLT?" "DC?" "What the fuck is going on?" "Hello?" "DC?" "Anybody?" "[Screeching]" "[Voices slowed]" "Yeah, bro!" "Yeah." "You must pee in your pants." "Shit nyet." "Game:" "Chill." "You're OK." "JTRO wins." "KDCD:" "JTRO wins!" "Triple Decka 1K chumped by ol' grill bustin' JTRO!" "Don't be lookin' all up at me like you know somethin', Q-tip." "This nigga you eye balling, he's straight street!" "Your shit is fucked!" "This is not finished." "Where can I get Black Dick?" "Whooty whoo!" "Dayum." "Yo ass was all beat beatin' like a knuckle fluff in, whatchamacallit, nig." "I knew you could do it." "You OK?" "Hey, look at me." "Dayum!" "That shit was crackin'!" "Nice job Dr. Bitch!" "You better watch out." "'Cause I'm gonna find you." "Uh, I'm right here." "Yeah?" "Well, you and your bitch ass girlfriends here is about to get knocked the fuck up!" "This is my house now, bitch!" "Don't write a check yo ass can't lick, nig." "A'ight JTRO and bitch asses." "Saturday night, be at the foundation." "And we goin' to settle this shit for true life." "A one on one, three round," ""Beat-Beat Revelation" match, bitch!" "And when I win ya'll going to take your black asses and walk back across that 248 and never come back to the FP ever again." "And what if I win?" "[Laughs] You hear this motherfucker?" "In your dreams, bitch!" "If you win, then me and my 245 homies here is going to walk our little booties out of the FP and never come back again." "Ya heard?" "Oh, shit!" " Deal?" " Deal, bitch!" "Fuck it, I'm out." "Yo." "Bitch!" "Get your ass over here." "I seen your ass cheering for this motherfucker." "Clown shoe wearing bitch." "Suck a good ass dick." "Oh, shit!" "Where am I?" "You're back here at 248 HQB." "How'd I get here?" "We carried you home from Trailer Henge." "When you kept having' episodes and takin' off your clothes and tryin' to pee on the TV and shit, we knew what was up." "You got your drink tapped with meth, nig." "You been down for a day." "Now you understand how serious this shit is, JTRO?" "Thanks for takin care of me, DC." "Hey, man, it's my job." "I made a promise to BTRO." "But it ain't just that." "You used to just be BTRO's little bro." "Now I feel like we bro's, for reals." "I'm glad you came back, man." "Yeah." "Me, too." "Right." "So, check it." "Me and BLT think you been doing real good." "Ya'll looking' double serious with this training and yo ass smoking' bitches at Trailer Henge n' shit." "So we cleared off that extra couch in the living room for you to sleep your ass on." "No more tent, bugs, and shit." "You've climbed your way up the chain." "Link by link." "Thanks, man." "Hey, come on." "Let's drizzle out of here and go shoot some hoop." "BLT's waitin'." "A'ight, cool." "BLT:" "Pull!" "Pull!" "Pull!" "That shit's O.G, bitch!" "For true life, nig!" "A'ight." "The reason I brought you all out here is because shit became double serious." "We almost lost you, JTRO." "'Cause of that, we're all going to need gats." "Are we really gonna need gats?" "Those 245 bitches is illin" "It's Beat War out there." "BeHee'daﬂ" "Shit goes south, drops like it's hot" "This way we can back the 248 the fuck up." "All right?" "It's like toothpaste, B." "Just in case." "A'ight, lets go back to the clubhouse, talk some dills." "JTRO?" "I know how it is, bro." "That bitch can never keep those titties legit." "What a fucking joke!" "So where are your friends anyway?" "Down by the riverbed, chugging' mouthwash with some of the older boys." "So you building a sand castle or what you got going on there?" "No, I'm looking for a rag." "My dad spent all of our money on booze." "Sometimes you get lucky in here." "Um..." "I have one." "Oh, my God!" "Thank you." "You need somebody to walk you home?" "No!" "I'm kidding." "Come on." "After he fuckin' slipped turpentine in my drink" "I woke up the next morning next to his ass, just figured, what the fuck?" "You just figured, "What the fuck?"" "That's going to be a rad story to tell the grandkids." "It's the best I got, JTRO." "You deserve better than that, Stacy." "I deserve to be a grandma?" "No." "Then what?" "Without L Dubba E my dad can't get booze." "And when he don't gots booze, he turns to drugs." "I can't see him like that no more." "I already got enough scars, OK, JTRO?" "Stacy, you don't need I Dubba E to get booze." "I can help you." "Stacy's Dad:" "Stacy, where the fuck's the beer, you little whore?" "What are you, pregnant again?" "No!" "I'm fuckin' thirsty!" "Where the fuck's the beer?" " I gots to go help my dad." " Yeah." "Fat fucking balls bitch!" "And besides, how the fuck am I supposed to stand up for myself when I ain't got no one to stand up for me?" "Get the fuck in here and calm your kid down!" "L.m c o m ing !" "You're gettin' it now, JTRO" "Yeah." "[Gagging]" "Fuck!" "Fuck you!" "Aah!" " Here you go!" " Whoo!" "Nobody's ever fuckin' beaten my ass up this mountain." "Not even BTRO." "All right." "Let's do it again." "KCDC:" "Hey, nig." "We doin' Spaghetti O waffle sandwiches in about an hour." "You got a big day tomorrow." "Yeah." "I'll be in a little bit." "Deluxe!" "Stacy's Dad:" "You just fuckin' everyone in town, aren't you?" "This house is fuckin' dry!" "You sneakin' around my back?" "Stop it, Dad!" "He's been holdin' out, I swear!" "Stacy's Dad:" "...until you fucked it all up!" "It's all your fault!" " God damn it!" " I hate you!" "Stacy!" "Oh, my God." "Come on." "Let's go." "Who the fuck is this motherfucker?" "Dad, stop it." "This is your new Mr. Bitchin'?" "Hell no!" "Hell no!" "Get this A.D.D. motherfucker out of my house!" " Stop it, Dad." " Listen, dude." "What are you lookin' at?" "Huh?" "What are you lookin' at Mr. Dumb Eyed," "Mr. Dumb-as-shit Pirate Motherfucker eye?" "I--I thought" "Guess what?" "It's go time!" "Thats what time it is!" "You're an embarrasment to this fuckin' community!" "Dad, stop it!" "You dumb motherfucker!" "Ah!" "Unh!" "Come on, we're out of here." "But my dad..." "Your dad?" "Whoever the fuck that is, you don't deserve this, OK?" "Come on, Stacy!" "Let's go." "Come on." "A'ight." "Fuck this shithole." " Thanks." " Yeah." "Should've done that a long time ago." " Why didn't you?" "'Cause he's a bitch!" "Yeah." "What's up, Ma?" "Yo, Macy, I came here to save your ass and shit." "Her name's Stacy, you fuckin' dipshit." "What you said?" "I'm a gonna throw you down some stairs, you toe eyed dune coon!" " Give it a shot, fuckface!" " Want to go?" " I will, motherfucker!" " It's chill!" "It's chill!" "Hey." "Hey, L Dub, thank's for coming." "He ain't worth it." "He ain't worth it, baby." "Fuck it!" "A'ight." "Let's roll, Stacy." "You can come back and kick it at my crib if you like sucking dick this much." "Stacy, what the fuck?" "JTRO..." "Screw this pussy ass fag, man!" "I'm a hero." "I'm a mo sucking stallion, right?" "Yo." "What's Lacy doin' up in here?" "Agreeing with me." "A gentlemen never fucks a bitch in the ass and tells, woman!" "It was only for a second." "Shut the fuck up!" "Why don't you get in the car and let me talk to JTRO for a minute." "A'ight." "Fuck this guy." "Get this fuckin' clown out of my sight." "Yo, make it snappy." "I ain't waiting' all day, bitch." "Gonna have to walk your dumb ass to my house." " I want to drive." " Get the fuck over there." "My daddy paid for this truck anyway." "Look, JTRO," "I know that you're pissed." "But it's just that..." "I can't." "I can't leave him." "You don't understand." "It's fine." "I get it." "You just figured "What the fuck?" right?" "No." "It's complicated." "I get it." "Tomorrow, I'm going to beat your fuckin' boyfriend." "And you two can just go live happily ever after." "JTRO..." "Just leave me the fuck alone, Stacy." "Come on, bitch!" "Get in the fuckin' truck!" "Yo." "Let me guess." "You fell, right?" "DC told me you was here." "So, what?" "So homeboy and me are done." "D-u-n." "Yeah." "Sure." "It's over, JTRO." "Why you smokin' and shit?" "You don't do that, JTRO." "Well, I just wanted you to know that... you were right." "I Dub was dip stickin' half the whole town." "Plus, he got me all preg and shit." "But don't worry." "The coat hanger thing fixed that right the fuck up." "What?" "I'm kiddin'." "Kinda." "I didn't roll out here to..." "Fuck." "I, uh..." "I wanted to tell you that you've always been more than just a slash on my list, yo." "For reals." "I mean, you have always been there for me, JTRO." "And I know I ain't never been there for you." "But--and I know this don't make up for none of my bullshit." "But you know what?" "It's like you said." "I do deserve someone who will stand the fuck up for me." "And you always have." "I'm so sorry, JTRO." "And, you know," "I'm..." "I'm here for you now." "Stacy..." "And tomorrow you gonna roll up toe up from the motherfuckin' floe up." "Yeah." "You gonna take Dubba E down." "'Cause you're the better man." "You always have been." "Stacy..." "Oh, shit!" "[Techno music plays]" "Yo, bitch, I been paging' yo ass all fuckin' night, nigga!" "Where the fuck is you?" "[inaudible]" "I didn't ax you for any fuckin' excuses!" "Don't tell my ass to chill!" "You two chumbawumbas best be gettin' yo shit straight." "It's game time tomorrow!" "We...we packin' Glocks, nigga!" "Too much heat?" "Too much heat, bitch!" "That JTRO bitch ass bustin' the trail like a motherfucker!" "Nigga what?" "Trainin'?" "This is Beat War not training' day, chump!" "I'm da king, remember?" "Now, if that fucker's got some Abe Lincoln shit to pull" "I want to have a hail storm of fuckin' lead to shove up the motherfucker's ass!" "Now you got the Glocks, ain't ya?" "Good!" "One way or another, the 248 takes a fuckin' dirt nap tomorrow night!" "BLT:" "You gots one final lesson up in this motherfucka', JTRO." "You gots to know the true meaning of the "Beat-Beat" nigga." "It ain't 'bout color, dog." "Any nigga can be a nigga." "N.l.G.G.A." "Never Ignorant and Gettin Goals Accomplished." "Now you use that shit, JTRO." "You be all the nigga you can be!" "[Cheering]" "Oh shit!" "Here comes JTRO and crew!" "This shit's goin' get ill!" "We goin' break history tonight!" "I Dubba E and crew bustin' up into this piece." "There gon' be a 187 up in here!" "A mofuckin' 187!" "Yo, double down this, bitch!" "Like that?" "What the fuck's that chrome dome ass shit?" "Huh?" "We're blowin' the lid off this place tonight, people!" "Kill this motherfucker!" "J' O say, can you see J'" "J' By the dawn's fuckin' early light J'" "J' At the twilight's last gleaming J'" "Shut the fuck up!" " J' O'er da ramparts we watch'd J'" " Fuckin faggot." "J' Was so gallantly streaming J'" "When am I gonna kick your ass, God damn it?" "I'm bored as shit!" "J' And da rockets red glare J'" "J' Da bombs fuckin bursting' in air J'" "Jesus fuckin' Christ." "My God, you suck." "J' Land of the free J'" "Shut the fuck up!" "J' And the crib of the fuckin' J'" "J' Brave J'" "I'm going to fuck yo ass up, dumb shit." "Here it is!" "Match of the century." "I Dubba Dubba Jam vs. JTRO!" "Best two out of mofuckin' three wins." "Who's it gonna be?" "It's gonna be me, motherfucker!" "Three, two, one." "See what you got." ""Beat-Beat"!" "Game:" "Beat-Beat." "[Techno music plays]" "Game:" "Whoa!" "Slam!" "Double smack!" "Whoa!" "Slam!" "Crazy feet!" "Like that, Dr. Bitch?" "Game:" "Yeah!" "Double snap!" "Oh!" "Fuck yeah!" "Unh!" "Like that one?" "Check this shit out." "[Game whirrs]" "Game:" "L Dubba E wins." "Man:" "One more, baby!" "JTRO, dance with your mind, not your feet." "B.E.A.T. dog." "You got this." "You got this, JTRO." "Come on." "I Dubba E:" "Yeah, motherfucker!" "Stop next time." "I'm goin' win number two." "Here we go." "L, L!" "Here we go, dogs!" "Round two." "Three, two, one." ""Beat-Beat"!" "Game:" "Oh, snap!" "Oh, Jesus, let my baby win." "[Game whirrs]" "Game:" "JTRO wins." "Motherfucker!" "I fuckin' won that!" "I don't want a tie." "Whoa!" "I'm a nail bitin' bitch up in here!" "You're a dick biting' bitch!" "Round three!" "Cage match!" "Don't worry." "I'm still goin' to fuck you up!" "Game:" "Cage Match!" "Three, two, one." ""Beat-Beat"!" "Come on, motherfucker!" "Game:" "Yeah!" "Whoa!" "Snap!" "Fuck dat!" "Yeah!" "Fuckin' up, man!" "He's missing!" "Game:" "Chump." "Get in the fuckin' game, man!" "G Get up!" "et UP, you fuckin' pussy!" "One, two, three... four, five, six... seven, eight, nine..." "Ten!" "Game:" "JTRO wins." "Fuckin' bullshit!" "Fuck you, bitch!" "JTRO wins!" "I Dubba E got 187'd." "Straight street!" "Oh shit!" "JTRO's the champ!" "I Dubba E got 187'd!" "[inaudible]" "Oh, shit..." "He's got a gun!" "[Yelling, screaming]" "Yeah, I got a gun, motherfucker." "This bitch done cheat my ass for the last time, Mother Nigga!" "Get out of here now!" "No." "Stacy, God damn it, run!" "Shh." "You hear anything?" "Fuckin' Bermuda Triangle shit." "Stacy:" "Help!" "Stacy!" "Oh shit!" "Stacy, why you leave town!" "Stacy:" "Help!" "Keep yo skank ass mouth shut before I cork it, bitch!" "Fuck it!" "Get up." "Get up." "Come on." "Come on." "He's getting away." "Give me your car keys!" "I don't know, son!" "Give me your God damn fucking keys!" "Man, it's a weeknight." "Now!" "Quit bitchin' and give him the fucking keys." "Listen, I'm gonna sort shit out here, OK?" "I'll catch up!" "Man, hold on!" "This nig's comin', too." "You're going to dink up my ride." "[Engine starts]" " JTRO!" " Bitch, shut up!" " JTRO!" "Unh!" " Mmm." "Shit, nig!" "Click it or ticket, bitch!" "You're crazy!" "You're crazy." "Put your hands on the wheel!" "You know, some women would call me a gentleman." "God damn, son!" "Driving like an old lady in the motherfucking park." "JTRO!" "JTRO!" "JTRO!" "JTRO's going to save me!" "Fuck you, chuckleheads." "Yo, you go drop that candy ass bitch." "I'll go beap BLT." "It's tough in the FP, bitch!" "Man:" "What caller?" "At the tone, please say you name." "[Beep]" " KCDC!" "JTRO!" "Yo, bitch!" "Shut yo cocksucker." "Can't you see I'm fuckin' busy?" "Hey!" "Motherfucker!" "FUCK you!" "Stop!" "Stop!" "I'll do whatever you want, man." "187. 187." "Then leave the FP and never come back." "You was just a chump bitch." "How you doin' this shit, man?" "How you doin' all this shit?" "Because"." "I'm Never Ignorant and Getting Goals Accomplished." "Hey. you OK?" " Yeah." "Are you?" " I don't know." "Yeah!" "And don't come back!" "You did it, JTRO." "You did it." "BLT should be here any second." "Where the fuck is L Dubba E?" "It's over." "I Dubba E's gone." "This shit is serious, BLT." "JTRO was all like bop, bop, bop." "Just makin' connections." "Bitch fired off a few lucky shots." "But JTRO jumped his ass." "It was like bow to the bridge!" "Yo, kick it!" "Believe that!" "It's over." "Yeah." "What happens now?" "Who gets the liquor mine?" "The FP does." "The FP gets it." "I've waited so long for this moment." "I can't believe the war's over." "What about Sugga Nigga" "And that wiffle bat sucking bitch Beat Box?" "Bitches in the trunk." "Serious?" "[Clicks tongue]" "Shit." "Let's go fuck 'em up." "Let's do it." "JTRO..." "Hey." "We roll together." "We die together." "Yo, check you guys later." "We got some trash to take out!" "Yeah." "See you around, nig." "[Engine starts]" "Yo." "It's good to check a look at you again." "For true life." "Yeah." "You, too." "Come on." "Where we going?" "Come here." "Come here." "Put your arm around me." "I live in a tent and so do you." "Yo, JTRO." "Yo." "Your bro would be proud of you." "Shit's tough in the FP"