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[panting]

[ball bouncing]

(male# 1) 'I need some competition out here.'

'Come on!'

'Am I that good or are you that bad?'

'Check me. Do something.'

'Foul me. Come on.'

[laughing]

It's rough being this good all the time.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

[grunts] Great point.

I am so good, or maybe you so bad

I just don't know what the difference is.

Come on.

Yeah. Now, yeah.

[panting]

Get off me! Get off me!

Get off me!

Uh, you want this? Get off of me.

You a chump.

Don't come at me like that.

- Fuck me! - You can't do that.

Do that now.

Oh, it's gonna be like that, huh?

You can't do that.

- Just watch me fly, man. - Fuck that!

- Oh, it's gonna be like that? - Yes.

Yo! Fuck that bullshit and jump.

- Okay. - No jumpin' motherfuckin'.

Go ahead.

'You can't, you can't, you can't jump!'

'You can't jump!'

[shatters]

Aah!

Nutso!

[echoing]

[gasping]

(male# 2) 'I couldn't help but notice your pain.'

'My pain?'

'It runs deep. Share it with me.'

* Oh oh *

* Oh oh oh *

* Oh oh *

* Oh oh oh *

* They'll never take me alive *

* I'm gettin' high with my four-five *

* Cocked on these suckers time to die *

* Even as a youngster *

* Causing ruckus on the back of the bus *

* I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust *

* But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker *

* Who can you blame? Smokin' weed *

* Helped me take away the pain so I'm hopeless *

* Rollin' down the freeway swervin' throwin' up *

* I'm about to crash up on the curb *

* 'Cause my vision's blurry *

* Maybe if they tried to understand me *

* What should I do? *

* I had to feed my fuckin' family *

* What else could I do but be a thug? *

* Out slanging with the homeys *

* Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs *

* Got my mind on danger *

* Never been a stranger to homicide *

* My city's full of gangbangers and drive-bys *

* Why do we die at an early age? *

* He was so young but still a victim of the 12-gauge *

* My memories of a corpse mind full of sick thoughts *

* And I ain't goin' back to court so fuck what you thought *

* I'm drinkin' Hennessey runnin' from my enemies *

* Will I live to be 23? There's so much pain *

* Touch me and the pain *

* Oh oh **

[crowd cheering]

Welcome to my house, Montrose.

What's up? You can't look at me? Look at me, man!

What's up? Yo, yo, when I come to your place

will you introduce me to your girl, huh?

* Fight them Tigers tried to dis *

* We all know your team ain't shh *

* Our team is better than your team *

* Our team is better than yours *

* Our team is better 'cause we sing together *

* Our team is better than *

[clapping]

* Our team is better than your team *

* Our team is better than yours *

* Our team is better 'cause we sing together *

* Our team is better than **

'You crazy, brother. Alright.'

[hip-hop music]

(male# 3) 'Shut the fuck up!'

Come on. Let's just play the game.

[crowd cheering]

Uh!

Yo! Call out the picks, yo. That was your man.

[crowd booing]

[cheering continues]

Kyle!

- Yo! Go ahead! - Man, go through!

Go through over there, man.

[cheering]

What's up, Mr. North Carolina?

What's up, baby? Huh?

[crowd jeering]

Call time! Time!

Time-out! Time-out! Time-out! Time-out!

[whistle blows]

Okay, now, come on. Hustle up. Hustle up.

Settle down.

[hip-hop music]

Work the clock. If Montrose gets you blocked up

gets you stopped, you give it up real quick.

Okay, guys? Come on. Let's do it.

- Let's do it. - Come on, come on.

- Defense on 3. - Defense on 3.

(all) One, two, three! Defense!

Kyle!

Use your team.

I got it handled, coach, alright?

Alright, well, show it to me then, huh? Let's go!

'Come on!'

[crowd cheering]

One! One, one, one!

Yeah, boy. You about to get another facial.

Pass the ball! Use the team!

[cheering intensifies]

Jump!

Jump!

[crowd moans]

[crowd boos]

He fouled me on my wrist, man. How could you miss that?

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

There it is, there it is.

Your boy ain't shit, know what I'm sayin'?

Loco, do-dirty, go get the ride right now.

Stupid! Listen to me when I'm talking.

Go get the fuckin' ride. Hurry up!

You know what I'm sayin'. Yo, we got money to stand on.

What the fuck is with you and..

Did you hear what I said?

You still here? Get the fuck out of here.

Come on, man, you just worried about losing a spot on the team.

Don't give me that shit.

I'm telling you, Birdie. Kyle got mad game.

We been hustling motherfuckers since back in the day.

You got to use him, G.

What are you doing?

You telling me how to run my business?

No. I'm just saying that Kyle got mad--

Shut up, nigga, you're stupid.

Let's go, man. We got money to stand on.

Yo, bring him by the club later on, alright?

- Word? - Yeah.

Alright, cool. Ha ha!

- Mr. Redd. - Kyle.

Can you believe that last call?

Kyle, you know it's against NCAA rules for me to speak with you

without clearing it with your coach.

Hey, I won't tell if you won't tell.

It doesn't work that way, son. Good night.

Kyle, in the locker room.

- I'm coming. - Now.

'Game's over. Miss.'

What do you think you're doing?

- My job. - Is that right?

- Hey, what's up, man? - Damn.

Hey, Monroe..

...this man just made me miss Kyle.

[chuckles] Yeah, well, uh, Shep is kinda new around here

you know what I mean? Like wet behind the ears.

Don't worry. I'll straighten him out.

Could you give him this note for me?

Why don't you wait around for him? He'll be on the--

I'm supposed to be on my shift right now.

- Okay. - Thank you. Good night.

That is, if I'm allowed to leave now.

[laughing]

Man! Sure got a way with women.

What you mean, "Wet behind the ears?"

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't think it's funny.

Get some sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow.

Good night, David.

Come on, Starnes, you got nothing to be ashamed of.

- Games like this happen, man. - What happened is..

...Baby Jordan over there fronted on the whole team.

(Mike) 'Come on, guys. Lighten up.'

Did you get your shit off for that Georgetown scout?

How to feel all macho has made you his bitch.

Fuck you, you musclebound scrub.

What's up? I'm standing right here. I ain't goin' nowhere!

Knock it off now.

That's enough of that. We get another shot at 'em..

- To hell with this shit. - ...in a couple of weeks.

'Go on home. I'll talk to you tomorrow.'

- I want to see you at 7:30. - 7:30?

Sharp.

You're going to get your ghost hurt talkin'

to Starnes like that.

Man, the game wouldn't even have been closer

if it wasn't for me, so fuck Starnes.

If it wasn't for that bullshit ref

he'd be kissin' my ass.

You know what I'm saying?

Yeah.

Hey, you wanna get something to eat?

[door bangs open]

I'm telling you, I've been watching that math teacher

and math ain't all she knows. Now, you believe that.

Yo, Monroe, you seen my mother tonight?

Oh, yeah, man, I'm sorry. She told me to give you this.

There.

Oh, Bobby, Kyle, this is my new partner Tom Sheppard.

What's up?

Damn!

Hey, man, she tried to catch you.

- It's alright. - Alright.

Shit.

[rattling]

Ss! Mira! Caramba! Ese!

- Want to get something to eat? - Sure.

(Bug) 'Oh, I see how you're living.'

Nigga get a little bit of inches on him

start dunking on kids and forget about brothers.

Hollywood, nigga! What's up, baby?

Come give me some love, kid. Stop trying to front me--

What's up, bro?

- How you doing, superstar? - Yo, man when you get out, bro?

I been out for, like, a week, man.

Yo, they ain't built no jails that could hold me, kid.

Oh, yo, I'm sorry. Yo, Bob, this is Bug. Bug, this is bob.

Yo, what's up, B? How are you doing, man?

A little respect. How you doing?

Oh, me and Bug played juniors together.

Kyle, just check out my shit please?

Five hundred sit-ups a day.

Niggas was paying me to wash their drawers on my stomach.

Yo, yo, wait, wait, wait. Check this. Boom!

That's without baby oil. So you know, you know..

You're still crazy, man.

So you been working on your game?

Oh, yeah, man. Look, I got to do something

to keep my head straight, you know what I'm saying?

I'm dunking all over niggas, like

"Get off of me!" Arrgghh!

- So what you doing here? - I'm waiting on you.

- Guess who I'm rolling with, G? - Who?

- Birdie. Me. - Yo, he was at the game.

- Yeah! He wants to meet you. - For what?

It's a surprise, man. Come on, get your shit.

- What? - Yeah.

Yo, Bobby, I'm gonna check you tomorrow, alright.

(Kyle) 'Cool out, man.'

[hip-hop music]

* It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt *

* Yeah, that's me got schooled by Snoop *

* In a black Cherokee *

* Daz in the back Warren G. in the front *

* Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup.. *

Nigga, close your mouth, come on.

Act like you never seen a ass before.

(Bug) Hey, what's up, man? Gonna be that shit or what?

Well, then pass it if it ain't.

Let's boogie some. Bow, bow!

You know what I'm saying? Yo, what's up, Birdie?

Uh, this is my man, Kyle Lee Watson.

Kyle Lee Watson, my man Birdie.

- Superstar of Monarch, huh? - Kyle Lee Watson?

What kinda country ass name is that?

Sounds like a motherfucker with a big 1967 afro out to here.

[laughing]

No, really, you tore shit up out there tonight, man.

Well, I'm glad somebody see it that way

'cause my coach is all over my case.

Oh, yeah? Sure look like the man to me.

See that? I like that. He's straight out the gut.

You know, it's like none of this shit impresses him.

I like that, homeboy.

Let me show you around the club.

[hip-hop music]

[chuckles]

Oh, really?

How many brothers and sisters you got?

Just me and my mom.

Oh. Being alone makes you strong.

You and me are a lot alike that way.

He with me, homeboy. It's cool.

Hey! You're gonna like it up here, man.

* If you don't mind If you don't mind *

* I'll do you just fine *

* I could be your part-time..*

Damn, I'd like to get me some of that.

- Call her over here. - Yeah, right.

Go ahead.

* If you don't mind *

* I'll do you just fine *

* Part-time *

* Lover yeah *

* Yeah, yeah *

* There's not another man..*

Alright, alright.

Y'all gonna get my club closed down.

Come on, let's get a drink. Got plenty of time

for that later.

* I know you're busy, baby *

Alright, take it easy on him, baby.

It's his first time.

* I could give you lovin', girl *

* Anytime or anywhere **

What do you want to drink? Give him some orange juice.

Hey, Birdie, steal a couple of minutes with you later?

Yeah, let me introduce you to somebody, good friend of mine.

I know Kyle Watson.

- You got a nice game, kid. - Oh, thanks.

You know you really snuck up on us

growin' 4 inches over the summer to where you did.

'It's kids like this that keep me on my toes.'

Think you got everybody figured

and then...like that, they change.

You're still unsigned, right? Waiting on Georgetown?

How did, how did you know that?

It's my business.

I know a lot of schools that would like

a nice point guard like you.

Well, I guess you got the shootout now

locked up with Kyle, huh?

(Richie) 'What are you, kid, about an 11?'

Uh, eleven and a half.

I'll see you around.

- I'll catch you, B. - Alright, yeah.

So what's up, man?

You running with me or what?

Hey, look, Birdie, I'd like to, man

but my coach already asked me to run with him.

Come on. Not the same coach

that was tripping on your game, right?

Look, man, there's more to life to getting a shot

than just hitting that jump, you know what I'm sayin'?

I know you want the finer things in life

and I can get 'em for you.

All you got to decide is how bad you want it.

I wouldn't ask you to play for me, homeboy

unless it was good for the both of us.

The both of us.

Just think about it, alright?

Okay.

- What's this for? - Just a little incentive.

Oh, Birdie, I can't take your money, man.

Come on, man. You're embarrassing me.

You're a guest. Everything in here costs.

Everything.

Look at her.

She wants you, man. Go ask her for a dance.

Ask her for more than that. Tell her I sent you.

Yeah, alright, Birdie.

- Thanks, man. - Alright.

[chuckles]

Send me a bottle of champagne over to my table.

Hey, watch out, girl. What's up?

Kyle Watson at point?

I got too much money ridin' on this game.

Come on. Come on. Defense.

Get off me. Get off me!

[grunts]

Huh!

Yeah, remember that one? Huh?

Get off me!

Hah! Watch that, huh?

Over here, over here, over there! Whoo!

Uhh! Uhh!

Get off of me! Come on, come on, come on.

Get your hands off. Get your hands off me!

Get off me! Oh, you frontin' me, huh?

Come get this. Come on. Come on!

Game.

[rap music]

* Let the motion of your body be the key *

* 'Cuz we'll be the motherfuckin' G Funk family *

* Now I'll play the G in this deadly game *

* Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game *

* If it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin' another *

* Word to my granny and my daddy and my mother *

* Whether standing on the corner or bouncing in the six-deuce *

* When I was locked up I couldn't wait to get loose *

* 'Cuz back in the days on the side where it's at *

* A nigga had to have a fat stack *

* And I was a fool *

* Don't make me have to grab my strap *

* And go rat-tat-tat-tat *

* Nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall **

Excuse me? What, you think you can just kiss me

anytime you feel like it?

Anytime. Why, is there a problem?

- You better sit down. - And if I don't?

- And if you don't? - Okay, alright, alright.

Alright!

How was the game last night?

Is this all the mail there was?

Yes.

Kyle, you cannot make yourself crazy

waiting for a recruitment letter, do you understand?

You know, Phil Redd wouldn't even talk to me last night.

I mean, I housed Montrose.

He's going to North Carolina. Now, where am I going?

- To college. - Not if I don't get recruited.

Even if you don't get recruited.

- To where, City College? - What's wrong with that?

They don't have a team, mom!

Your future does not depend on basketball.

See, that is the problem. You don't think I'm good enough.

No, I know you're good enough. It's just that--

It's just that nothing,

Now, I don't care if you don't believe in me

I don't care if you don't come to my games.

But, mom, I'm gonna make it anyway.

I was working. That's why I missed your game.

And that's why I want this scholarship

so you won't have to work so hard.

[doorbell rings]

- Who is it? - Hey, it's Bugaloo. What's up?

Oh, is that the friend you were out with

till 1 'o clock in the morning?

Will you just cool, ma.

I don't care if you're an all-American.

Don't miss your curfew again.

Hey, what's up, baby? How are you doing?

- Alright. - Alright?

You ready to hit that blacktop, kid?

- 'Yeah.' - 'Alright.'

I'm not gonna tolerate this.

Hey, what's up, Miss Watson? How you doing?

Remember me?

Trust me, mom.

Kyle.

I'll see you at Wilson's after practice.

[indistinct chatter]

Thought moms was about to beat your ass--

Moms wasn't going to do shit--

You still getting spankings. I don't get it, man.

- You a grown man. - Man, shut up, man.

- You pee.. - Yo, I gotta take a leak.

Yo, we was just at your house

What the fuck is wrong with your plumbing, man?

Man, mom's been buggin' out,

I had to get up outta there, you saw that.

Damn, G, I didn't know you was uncircumcised?

Your dick like an anteater.

But it's so big.

What, you been lifting weights with your dang-dang?

That big old dick.

No, I've been lifting your mom's with my dick.

Now shut the fuck up, man.

Fuck you, man.

Hey, yo, Kyle, you think your moms remembered me?

No disrespect, Kyle, but your mom's got a phat ass.

- Just pow! - Yo, Bug.

How you expect me to piss when you're talkin'

about my moms, man?

- Oh, my bad, G. - Shut up.

Talk about your father then. Ha-ha-ha.

- Oh, shit. - Talking about dicks too much

been locked up in jail too long, nigga.

Oh, yeah, there you go.

Yo, Kyle! Kyle! Look up, nigga, someone's coming.

Hey, yo, put that shit away, man.

(Bug) 'You're gettin' it on me.'

[hip-hop music]

Come on, man. Pick it up! Pick it up!

- Come on. Keep up! Keep up! - Comin'!

Ah, come on, Bug.

Come on, nigga, let me get some oxygen. Damn.

Oxygen? You didn't say that when big dick Bubba

was chasing you around his cell.

Now, come on, sweetie.

- For the money! - Yeah, boy.

When I finish with you, boy

your moms ain't gonna be dunking on you no more.

- Ah, fuck you, man. - Ha-ha-ha. Yeah!

Hell, G, Birdie gives you mad props.

Ah, you ain't no slouch yourself, Bug.

Word? So you really think I got game?

Definitely.

Ah, see that there, baby?

So I can play college ball too?

Hey, way I feel, somebody's got to sit the bench

while I'm lighting shit up.

Are you trying to play me? Why you tryin' to play me?

I'mma get some PT up in that motherfucker

Yo, Kyle, check out my "Sports Illustrated"pose

after me and you win the championship, sweetie.

Get off of me! Aah!

Oh, shit, would you look at this motherfucker here.

He like Daffy Duck with his beak shot off.

Man, that's just Flip. He's only lookin' for cigarette butts.

Yeah, he be walking around going..

...sharing everybody else's cigarettes..

Yo, Flip, man, what you doing? We got work to do here.

Yo, man.

Ah.

Which one of y'all want a piece of me?

Come on, Flip, man. Why don't you just give it up, man?

Not till you play me.

Well, Kyle, my man can dribble.

Can he wash his stanky ass?

I don't think he can find his stink ass.

[laughing]

You know, you real tough hanging with that cat-dig motherfucker.

If you have some balls, you play me for some real live boonks!

Boonks? Ain't that some shit our grandfathers played for?

Man, why don't you take your ass back over there on the bench

before we tie you up and brush your teeth?

You a pussy, without the hair

or I'd kiss you on your hot mouth.

Yo, man, me and Flip gonna play in private.

Alright. Bet. First basket wins.

Loser get crazy hard Spalding

written on your ass boonks. Is it a bet?

It don't make no difference to me, man.

- Is it a bet? - Don't make no difference to--

- Take the ball out. - Whoo!

- Got attitude, don't you? - Yeah.

I'll go over the top of your punk ass.

They used to call me Gus, boy.

You know what? You don't know nothing about me, man.

Here we go. Here we go. Now!

[Bug yelling]

Call me mister pussy.

Call me mister pussy, old-timer.

Call me mister pussy. Come on, old school.

- Come on, old school. - Come on. Come on!

(Flip) 'What you got? What you got?'

You're playing one-on-bum, G. This is going down in history.

- Come on, come on. Come on! - Come on. What? What?

Come back here, boy!

'Come back here!'

Come back here! Come back here!

Where you at, yellow eyes. Come on, go stop some traffic

with them yellow eyes, baby.

Fuck you, man. Fuck you!

[indistinct yelling]

- Come with me. Come on. - Show time, bitch.

Show time.

Oh! Oh!

We didn't wait for you, baby. Get up there.

- I see you like that position. - Yeah, I slipped.

Come on. What you got, baby? What you got?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I slipped, you little punk.

Now, I'mma Vinnie Johnson on your ass.

Old school, I'll show you.

Come on!

Get off! Get off me!

Yo, Flip, what's up, man? Yo, a deal's a deal, man.

What's up with the boonks, man?

What you walking up on me like John Gotti, baby?

You don't want none of this here, boy.

You don't want none of this here.

Whoo!

Kyle, I know you ain't gonna let that nigga beat you like that.

* Oh motherfucker *

(Bug) Yeah! Yeah!

[indistinct yelling]

Whoo!

[yelling continues]

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Man, what's..

Just like I thought.

I don't need no motherfuckin' help, man.

Sheppard?

Tommy Sheppard?

Man, I thought you were dead, man.

Oh, man. Now I've seen it all. A bum with a bodyguard.

[Kyle and Bugaloo laughing]

You gonna let them talk to us like that, man?

Forget about it, Flip.

- Go home. - 'That's the point, man.'

- He ain't got no home. - Yeah.

He ain't got shit 'cause he ain't shit.

[laughing]

That's enough.

Go home.

They can't erase what we were, man.

Sheppard, they can't erase what we were, baby.

'Champions, baby.'

They can't erase what we were, man.

[instrumental music]

Morning.

How you doing, coach?

Oh, I've been better.

We were too damn close not to win last night.

It happens.

Not when you were playin'.

Hey, I'm coaching a team in the shootout

if you're interested.

I'm not.

Well, I put your name on the list anyway.

Call it an old coach's dream.

So you gonna help me get the hell outta here

and down to Florida or you gonna make me stay here and freeze?

I'm not keeping you here.

Until you agree to replace me, you are.

That's why you got me this job?

I hate to say no to you, Mike

but I ain't nobody's coach.

Bullshit! You're wrong about that.

Look, I don't know. Maybe I'm just getting too old

but I don't understand these kids anymore.

Now, you could do a lot of good here.

I came here to bury my mom and take this job you gave me.

Basketball is not part of the plan.

- Plans can change. - Not this one.

Alright, look, I've got a lot of work to do in the office

but at least think about it, will you?

Oh, if Kyle Watson shows up, you tell him

to get his butt into my office, pronto.

I ain't no coach, Mike.

[softly] I ain't no coach.

Yo, what's up?

Yo, you know, it's a good thing you pulled me off that bum.

I mean, the whole shit was his fault, man.

I mean, I ain't gonna let nobody in front of me

when I'm playing hoops, you know.

Man, what am I telling you for? It's not like you understand.

Coach wants to see you in his office.

Yeah, well, coach can wait.

Now, why don't you sit back and watch

'cause you might learn a little something from me.

How you like that, toy cop?

Snap your wrists more.

Excuse me?

Ball needs rotation. Spread your fingers.

This is"Candid Camera," right?

A toy cop is going to teach Kyle Watson

how to shoot a jump shot.

What'd you do, rent a Dick Vitale video or some shit?

Actually, I saw you miss that jumper last night.

Why don't I stick to basketball

and you stick to saving bums in the park?

Kyle.

You forget how to read a clock?

What, you think I got 30 minutes to waste waiting for you?

'In my office.'

[bell rings]

The next time you're late for a meeting with me

you're gonna be doing laps until you drop.

You understand that?

Sit down.

What are you doing talking to Phil Redd?

You wanna make yourself ineligible?

The man wouldn't even look me in the eye.

Besides, I just wanted to know when he was sending

my recruitment letter.

Don't worry about it.

The guy is here at every game just to watch you.

Yeah, but you can't be sure. You know that.

Especially if you keep playing like you did last night.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Well, you forgot about your team.

I had 22 points and eight rebounds.

And we lost.

Then maybe the entire team should be here

instead of just me.

I mean, it's not like anybody else had a good game.

Well, you didn't give them a chance to.

And that's just the sort of thing that recruiters look at.

Come on, coach, we both know there's more to making it

than what happens on the court.

What is that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Listen, I have homeroom in about five minutes.

Are we about done?

What is it with this attitude, Kyle?

I'm here trying to help you.

I'm just worried about homeroom.

Okay?

Alright. You keep it up..

...and you're gonna have a hell of a lot more

'to worry about than just homeroom.'

Now, go on. Get out of here.

Oh, by the way, coach.

I decided to run with another team in the shootout.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chattering]

(Mike) Red! Blue!

Red. Blue.

Red. Blue.

On the ball. Good. Okay.

Hustle back. Hustle back. Here we go.

'Easy. Nice and soft.'

Come on, baby. Hustle, hustle.

'Come on, come on, come on, come on.'

'Yeah. Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down.'

Move it. Touch it!

Soft. Easy.

Nice. Touch that foot. Touch it!

- Come on. - Get some workout here.

There we go.

Go.

Bobby, legs!

[clapping]

[laughing]

Finally made it back for the old lady's birthday, huh?

How long you been home?

A couple weeks.

Why didn't you call me, man?

I knew you'd be back.

I knew you would.

Your little brother done came up, man.

- Really? - Hell, yeah.

I mean, shit got bad.

Real bad.

Be up in that damn bodega with mama food stamps

and motherfuckers be laughing at me.

Can you believe that? I mean, they was laughing at me.

We had no lights, no electricity, no food.

We all wrapped up in our coats in front of the stove

in the wintertime, mama rockin' back and forth

with that sad-ass look on her face

talking about "Oh, Shep. Oh, Shep."

She actually believed you was coming back

to save us or some shit.

It's alright though. I handled shit.

We got a split-level duplex

big-screen TV, marble floors.

Mama ain't have to work.

She seen more money in her life than she ever had.

And I did that.

I brought that back.

With us side by side, together as brothers

can't nothin' stop us. Nothin'.

You think I came back here to work for you?

Oh, come on, man.

We brothers.

Wouldn't have you working for me?

We'd be partners.

What, selling that shit?

Are you that dumb?

[scoffs]

Who the fuck you think you're talking to, man?

This ain't Nutso.

This ain't that dopehead on the roof taking orders from you.

This ain't your same little brother

following behind you tryin' to go outside.

You ain't the motherfuckin' man no more.

I'm the one!

Shit has changed!

It's a new day, bro.

If you can't clean up your act

I suggest you raise the fuck up

get the hell out of Dodge..

...or get caught up.

Huh!

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

Anything else?

Nothing.

You sure?

You know what I think?

I think there's something pitiful

about a good-looking man like you

coming in here every day all by yourself.

Ordering the same food.

Never smilin', never talkin'.

Never doing nothin' except eatin' and then leavin'.

You know what I think?

I think you need someone to make you a good home-cooked meal

and make you smile.

[clears throat]

Ain't you gonna say somethin'?

Why don't you get me some more water?

Water.

Are you done?

Excuse me. Are you finished?

I was just asking if you were done.

There are no tables, and you look like--

Oh, I'm sorry.

I am.

Maybe you should ease up on the coffee.

Right.

We met last night.

I'm Mailika Watson.

Tommy Sheppard.

Don't waste your time, sis.

It may look sweet

but it's gone sour.

You have this effect on everybody?

I hope not.

I guess I'll see you around.

I guess.

Bye.

Mmm. Look-a here.

Got rid of those nut-huggers, huh?

Where are you coming from, Bible study?

- Hey. - Hey.

That new guard is a trip.

Seems nice to me.

What do you mean by that?

Exactly what I said.

Come on. We've got to hurry up and order. I'm on my shift.

I thought we were going to the movies.

I know, I'm sorry

but you're gonna have to go by yourself.

- Figures. - That's right.

You're not in the NBA yet, and I still got to work.

- Ah, ah, ah! You said yet. - Yeah, right.

I caught you when you said yet that time.

- Can we please order? - You said yet for a reason.

So you know I'm going there.

[rap music]

* I'm so crazy I'd kill my own mama *

* Eat her fat ass up like Jeffrey fuckin' Dahmer *

* I'm a wild type of nigga with a comma *

(Bug) 'Yo, Kyle, Kyle. Is that your man right there?'

'The security guard we had beef with?'

(Kyle) 'Yeah.'

(Bug) 'Why is that nigga bugging out?'

Yo, he's playing ball without a ball.

He look like he auditioning for "The Twilight Zone," man.

[laughing]

Holy shit!

'Oh, shit.'

He better leave that shit alone

whatever he fuckin' with.

(Bug) 'Yo, Mo, don't sell to that nigga.'

(Mo) 'I ain't.'

'Yo, Kyle, tell this funny-looking nigga'

'how long it took me to call you back after you beeped me.'

- Couple of minutes. - A couple of what?

- Couple of minutes. - A couple of minutes, Mo.

That's called good business.

Prompt service. You know what I'm saying?

You better get the fuck outta my ear.

Anyway.. Hey, yo, Kyle, I told Birdie that you was in.

Money was hyped. He had like an orgasm and shit.

Yo, I think that nigga like winning more than money

'and twice as much as pussy and shit.'

Motherfucker jerk off to winning.

Ha! Nigga..

Alright. You motherfuckers finished?

Y'all finished?

You silly motherfuckers.

You got to be soldiers, alright.

Soldiers.

Not clowns, goddamn it! Drive!

And you shut the fuck up.

Yo, man, why you be tryin' to stare me down, man?

- What? - Don't mind that nigga.

He just mad 'cause he gonna be sittin' the bench

and you playing point and shit.

He got his period and shit. Yo, I'mma pull over

and get you some pads, Mo.

Mini or maxi, what you take?

- 'Tampons.' - Let me tell you something.

Let me tell you somethin'!

First of all, I don't give a fuck what Birdie said.

I don't give a damn about this whore-ass nigga in the back.

I will bury the both of you motherfuckers.

You better start listenin' and stop playin'.

Pull over. Pull over right here.

I thought we was going straight to the spot, man.

- Nigga, I said pull over. - For what?

Pull over!

My niggas!

- 'Yo, what's up?' - 'What's up?'

- Payday. It's payday, brothers. - What's up, man?

Run it. Come on.

[grunting]

That nigga out of his fucking mind.

Come here, nigga. You don't understand.

Don't ever hold out on me.

You got that?

Did you motherfuckers see that?

I'm a motherfuckin' soldier, you know what I'm saying?

Now drive.

I think you need a role model..

...or a hug or somethin'.

Hey, Mr. Cop!

Hey, Mr. Cop! Wait up!

- You the one exercising. - What's up?

- Me. Too damn early. - I saw you playing last night.

You got a few moves for an old man.

- Feel like playing? - No.

Come on, just one quick game. I'll take it easy on you.

- I said "no." - Come on, man.

Just one quick game.

Is you hard of hearing?

What's wrong with you?

Whatever.

(Mike) 'Wrap it up. Hustle back. Hustle back.'

'Close it up! Half court! Half court!'

Oh, Nice! Nice! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!

Nice touch! Right on the spot. Okay.

'Find the mark! Find the mark!'

[clapping]

'And come back.'

'And up!'

'Find the mark! Find the mark! Find the mark!'

'Hustle! Come on, guys! Come on! Back! Back! Back! Back! Back!'

'Touch that foot!'

So you give up that coffee yet?

- Hi. - Hi.

- How you doing? - I'm good. How about you?

Alright.

Two, right?

Yeah.

[chuckles]

Birdie's crib was dope, man!

Oh, no, no, no. She-she's bad.

I did her one night. For six bags, G.

You ain't worth no six bags.

I'm pent up, yo.

* That was dope enough to pay *

* I looked over my shoulder *

* And my cover was peeled *

* By my whole school saying *

* Ooh and I'm busted for real *

* Oh shit *

* Oh shit *

* Oh shit *

* What to say the least *

* I'm so slick that they need.. **

* Who is the man that will risk his life *

* For his brother man? Shaft *

Can you dig it? Come on, now.

You know this cat Shaft's a bad mother.

- Shut your mouth. - You know it's Shaft.

Well, we can dig it.

Well, I remember Shaft.

Every guy wanted to be like him.

Every girl wanted to be with him.

Not me.

I'll bet you an afro out to here you saw it about six times.

No. Kyle's father was alive then, and he was real.

Shaft was just make-believe.

You never make-believe?

Never dream of making things in your life different?

No.

I dream about my son surviving

getting a good education and making

something positive out of his life.

There's nothing else worth dreaming about.

Come on. You never wanna escape?

[horn honking]

You never just dream about just running away?

No.

Even if it's just your mind that's doing the running?

No.

What about you?

Where does your mind run to?

- Nowhere. It's just stuck. - Hm.

It's the rest of me that does all the running.

That's too bad.

Folks either move past the things that happen to them

or they stop moving at all.

But you're young.

You can do anything, except sing.

- Oh, I can sing a little bit. - Not even a little bit.

* Who's the cat that walks about *

* Who's the cat that's all about **

No, no. I can't take it!

'No, I can't take it!'

[hip-hop song playing]

Good mornin'.

Good mornin'.

No, this is a hell of a fucking morning.

I mean, the sun's out, birds is flying

and here's my big brother on his way to his good job.

It's a great fuckin' morning.

- If you say so. - Not just me, man.

I mean, if mama was still alive, she'd say the same thing.

I mean, we all so fuckin' proud of you.

You finally made it.

Fuck college, fuck the pros

he's a security guard.

It all fuckin' makes sense to me now.

All this time, people been telling me

Tom Sheppard is so fuckin' raw.

Too bad he started tripping when his friend died.

He got all the fuckin' talent with no heart.

I'm sitting here thinking

my brother can't be this fuckin' weak.

But you ain't weak.

Shit.

You keeping our high school safe.

Where the fuck are you going, man?

- We having a family moment. - Is that what we're having?

Yes. I'm still the only family you got.

You may not like the man I become, brother

but I'm still a man.

You, you're a joke.

Go ahead to work though, man.

[hip-hop music playing]

[crowd cheering]

Come on, man.

[indistinct chattering]

Come on!

(Tom) Damn. It's that bad, coach?

Well, you don't have to deal with these kids.

What are you doing here so late?

Just about to leave.

You want a beer?

Nah.

You know, um..

I been kind of thinking about that offer you made me.

Oh. What offer was that?

I make a lot of offers.

You know, I mean, the one about helping you out and all.

Jeez, I made a dumb offer like that?

[sighs]

I guess not.

Gotcha!

[laughing]

- Don't even think about it. - Alright.

Get over here!

Kyle, have you seen my keys?

I can't believe you're going out

with that toy cop again.

I mean..

...what do you even know about him, huh?

Well, at least tell me what time you're comin' home.

Look who's worried about curfews now.

- No, I'm worried about you. - Well, how does it feel?

I was waiting up again last night.

- Where were you? - Chillin'.

Well, that's not good enough. Do I have to ground you?

Well, you have to be home to ground me.

I can ground you from a pay phone, boy.

Yeah, well, this ain't no jail, and you ain't no cop

'cause you knocking boots with Barney Fife.

No. You sit your ten cent ass down.

You don't pay rent here, you don't pay bills

and you did not bring me into this world.

Don't you disrespect me again. Do you understand?

- Do you understand? - Yeah, but I--

But nothing!

[doorbell rings]

[clears throat]

- Hi. - Hi.

Excuse me?

You think you can just kiss me

anytime you feel like it?

- 'Yeah. That's right.' - 'I guess that answers that.'

'Come in. I'll be just a second.'

Flip. Flip.

I'm not here to start nothing, man.

I just wanna ask you about your man Tom Sheppard.

[Flip chuckles]

What you looking for, some dick?

- Yo, look, I'm serious-- - Get your fuckin' hands off!

Ohh! Ohh!

- Come on, man. I'm serious! - Go ask him your goddamn self.

Flip, I told you, man. What's up, man? Talk to me.

Come on!

What you doing, man?

- Let him go. - You want some of this?

What's that?

Fuck you with your puss ass!

You, too, Birdie, you old pickle-head motherfucker.

- What, nigga? - 'Birdie, no!'

Oh, look at you, now you're flinching, right

little bitch?

Huh? Buddy, what's up?

Please.

Put the shit away, man.

We ain't trying to hurt nobody.

Flip, you get your raggedy ass from up around me.

Well, fuck you, Bird. You think you all that.

You ain't no fucking better than me

and nobody walking around here.

Your fuckin' ass come ask me about Tom Sheppard.

Ask Scarface.

It's his motherfuckin' brother.

[Flip chuckles]

And I'll see you later, you cheroot-smoking motherfuck.

Come on, homeboy. Let's go.

Birdie, is it true?

I didn't come here to talk about that shit, man.

You just didn't come to the club and I thought I'd see why.

Is he your brother, Birdie?

He used to be.

What does that mean?

Now, just 'cause a motherfucker is born into your family

don't mean you stay family, alright?

That motherfucker ain't shit.

He don't care about me, you, nothin'.

Okay?

Understand?

Now go to school.

You're late.

What about Flip?

It's a goddamn shame what happened to Flip.

Let's get some food. Let's get some food.

Heads up. Heads up!

Heads up. Alright.

[whistle blows]

[crowd cheering]

[crowd cheering]

[instrumental music]

[crowd cheering]

[indistinct chattering]

He look all peaceful and shit.

[giggles]

Wake his ass up.

Wake up.

[whistles]

'Wake up.'

'Wake your ass up. Look here. Come on.'

'Wake up.'

- Man, fuck you, man. - Remember me, baby?

Recognize, motherfucker!

[crowd cheering]

[whistle blows]

How you gonna call a walk on me?

He's fouling me, man.

(Rollins) 'Kyle, time-out. Call a time-out.'

'Time-out, time-out. Time-out.'

[whistle blows]

(Mike) 'Come on, get in here. Get in here, guys.'

What the hell is going on out there?

You're all asleep on defense. What is this?

Chuck, you guy is just hanging you out whenever he wants to.

All of you, you're walking around like you're asleep.

Kyle, pay attention, damn it. Get your head into the game.

You're getting killed out there.

Alright, here's what we're gonna do.

Bobby, you're on point. Kyle, you're number two.

- I'm the point, coach. - 'No.'

'Montrose has got you all bottled up.'

This should free you, alright?

Now, do we all understand what we're doing?

Alright, let's get out there and do it then, huh?

And Starnes, block up the middle line.

Get out there.

- Come on, let's go. Come on. - Get up.

[whistle blows]

What's wrong, star? Coach take the point from you?

[blows whistle]

Watch those elbows!

[whistle blows]

Technical foul!

- On who? - On you.

- Kyle, get out. - Watch your temper, superstar.

Don, you're in for Kyle.

Coach, you can't take me out now.

- I just did. Sit down. - Come on, man. You..

What, you didn't see that?

This is bullshit, man!

(male #4) 'You're out of here!'

You'reout of here, stupid.

What you looking at? Huh?

What the fuck you lookin' at?

Huh? You want some of this?

[indistinct shouting]

Hey, what's wrong with you?

Man, I don't care what you say. He fouled me, man.

It's alright, so what, so what, he fouled you?

You still gotta control yourself.

Hey, look, what the hell you're tryin' to do, ruin your chances?

Man, they're not giving me a chance.

This is my gym, man, and they called a bullshit foul.

They wouldn't do that shit in his gym. Fuckin'..

Hey, look, look, look, don't blame it on anybody else.

You fucked it up yourself.

Man, fuck you! Fuck..

Now, what is that going to do?

Fucking mess, Monroe.

There was a Georgetown scout out there, and I fucked up!

- It's alright. - Kyle, you alright?

Kyle, come on, man!

Let me go, Monroe!

Yo, I'm tellin' you, I don't want you seeing my moms again.

Your own brother says you ain't shit, motherfucker.

And you better stay away from her.

- I'm telling you! - Kyle, chill!

Get off me, man. I'm tellin' you, stay away from my moms!

(Mailika) 'Or what?'

You're gonna hurt somebody?

If it comes to that.

I think you owe someone an apology.

Fuck that!

Who do you think you're talking to?

I was protecting you.

Protecting me?

What the hell has gotten into you?

Ask him.

[mutters indistinctly]

Some real fireworks tonight.

Yeah.

What are you gonna do?

- Go home. - No. I mean about Kyle.

What do you expect me to do?

Teach him.

Help him to handle the pressure.

What do I know about handling pressure?

I'm out of here.

No, you can't turn your back

on this kid, Shep.

You owe it to him.

I owe nobody nothin'.

'"Pure talent, fatal flaw."'

that's what the paper said, right?

You in handcuffs, Nutso dead on the ground.

You don't owe anybody?

You forget about Nutso?

Wasn't it the great Tom Sheppard

he was trying to be like when he took that fall?

Now, how about owing yourself?

Born with all the gifts, but you just gave up.

Oh, yeah. I'd say, you owe plenty.

And if you ever plan on giving anything back

you better start right now.

Now, you can't do anything about your mom or Nutso..

...but you can about Kyle.

It's all there for him, Shep

and he's blowing it.

Well, he won't be the first.

[instrumental music]

* So far *

* I earned my respect *

* In the streets *

* The ghetto's been good to me *

* I'm never gonna turn my back * * So far *

* But you were livin' so I gots to kick the facts *

* Well I've come a long way peeps check my past *

* Crowds from the urban blocks thought I wasn't gonna last *

* But I'm true to * * Hip hop *

* So I do what I got *

* And my ass wasn't raped *

* To collect my props *

* I just kick the raw deal *

* When they drop instrumentals *

* Niggas caught up in the cypher *

* And their rhymes sound like rentals *

* In other words they bit *

* 'Cause they ain't true to it *

* Screamin' havin' a fit *

* And your rhymes ain't shit.. *

Gettin' ready for that shoot out, fellas.

- Lookin' good. Lookin' good. - Come on.

- There you go, baby. - Back door, baby. Yeah.

Back door, baby..

- What's up, baby? - How you doin'?

How you doin', baby?

You my man in the hole now

but you look like a 14-karat Urkel.

Let me tell you something, Kyle. It's all about psyche, baby.

You got to feel basketball. You know what I'm sayin'?

It's in the heart. You know what I'm saying?

And what's that for?

Grip, baby. All about grip.

Here we go.

Alright, Joe. I'm about to get up in the ass like a gerbil!

Take no business. Here we go.

Take your time, baby. Take your time.

Take your time. There you go.

- Slow motion, baby. - Breathe, man.

- You're too tense. Too tense. - Speed it up! Speed it up!

Here we go.

Damn! Hey, yo, man that just slipped, Kyle. For real.

(Kyle) 'Yo, he can hit that. I've seen him hit that before.'

Here we go. Yeah, boy.

Alright. Alright. Hold up. Here we go.

Here we go. Run it back. Run it back.

Right. Now, I'm talking!

Hah! Get on! Run in place! Run in place!

* I earned my respect in the streets *

* The ghetto's been good to me *

* I'm never gonna turn my back *

* But you were livin' so I gots to kick the facts *

* So far *

* Whoo whoo *

* So far *

* Yeah *

How high can you get, huh, Nutso?

How high can you get, boy? Come on.

(Birdie) 'Shit, not even Nutso ever got that high.'

At least not playin'.

Don't stop. Keep goin'.

That is who you was playin', right?

Man, I remember sitting there watchin' you two

go at it for hours.

What do you want from me?

Want me to put my arm around your shoulder

little brother?

Help you with your homework?

Pat you on your ass

and tell you're doing good?

What the fuck do you want from me?

I just heard you was leavin'.

Came to tell you goodbye.

(male #5) 'There you go. There you go. You don't want mom's dessert.'

If you don't do it, mom's not gonna give you any dessert.

And I'm gonna tell. I'm gonna tell. You better. Come on.

Take your breath, take your time and shoot.

There you go. There you go. One more time.

'I think mom's dessert is gonna look good on that plate.'

Go ahead, take your time. One more, Ronnie.

I told you, snap your wrists. Snap your wrists.

'Take your time, dribble the ball and snap your wrists.'

I never did get that right.

It's funny what you do pick up, though.

[chuckles]

[instrumental music]

'Come on. Take one more. There you go.'

Come on. Make it. Make it. There you go.

[laughs]

Yeah. You're good.

See what happens when you snap your wrists?

Your mom's gonna get you a big plate of dessert.

There you go, Ronnie. There you go. One more time.

[doorbell rings]

Hi.

Hello.

How you doin'?

Fine.

I'm leavin' town tomorrow.

I thought you should know.

Just wanted to talk to you and Kyle.

Talk about what?

Clear things up.

Explain about the past.

Kyle's not here.

What about you?

Doesn't matter to me.

I can't worry about your past.

I care about Kyle, and how you walked out of that locker room.

Kyle was upset, I was confused

and you just ran out.

'You're a runner, Thomas.'

'I just don't have enough time for that.'

Goodnight.

[instrumental music]

(Birdie) 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.'

Okay, okay, settle down.

Settle down. Alright.

We got us a new player on the team.

He's a little wet behind the ears, but I'm sure

with the help of everybody here, he gonna be alright.

This is our new birdman, our point, Kyle.

What's up? What's up?

Championship, baby. Be doin' things like my man.

Y'all gotta take care..

You don't even care to tell a brother

you're havin' a team meeting? Damn!

Oh, shit, y'all have uniforms?

Damn! Now, I hope nobody got my number.

Hey, yo, black Lurch, they find a pair of shoes to fit you?

[laughs] You rang.

What's up? Sorry I'm late, B.

Niggas didn't even tell me we havin' a fuckin' meeting.

What's up? Where my uniform at, B?

Shit. Uniforms is for players only.

Hey, I'm a player. You know me.

Fuck, you're a good player in the wheelchair league.

You hear me?

Say, yo, Kyle, Kyle.

Tell him, me and you have been workin' on my game.

'Tell him that we gonna play college ball together.'

College? Nigga, you can barely fuckin' read.

How the hell are you going to college?

Is this a fuckin' joke?

Somebody tell me, this is a fucking joke?

Tell me! Somebody! Is it a joke?

Yeah, nigga, go on. I got you.

Come on, B. You know I'll be playin' around this shit.

- That's what I fuckin' thought. - College ball.

(Birdie) 'Check this out. We havin' a team meetin'.

Now, I appreciate it if you get the fuck out

so we can handle our business.

So where we goin', yo. Where we goin'. Jamaica, Las Vegas?

We gotta get.. Nigga, get the fuck out.

What, you don't hear me? Am I stutterin'?

Get the fuck out, man! Get out of here!

[all laughing]

Where we goin', Jamaica, Vegas?

Where we at? Where we at? We gonna win..

Hey, Bug, you alright?

I'm straight, kid, I'm straight.

Yo, Birdie had no right to dis you like that.

Man, Birdie's just being Birdie. Fuck.

No, man, but you should've said something to him.

Kyle...leave it.

Look, I'm serious, Bug, man

you gotta stand up for yourself, man.

- I mean you know-- - Alright! Alright!

So I'll just talk shit back to him

and wind up like that bum Flip, right?

- What you talkin' about? - What, you don't know?

That nigga sliced Flip up for no reason.

Just..

He didn't even do shit. And look what happened to him.

So what the fuck he gonna do to me?

You alright, B?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright.

You sure?

Yo, I-I-I'll catch you later, alright?

Yo, Kyle.

Kyle!

Flip!

Flip Johnson!

Flip!

Yo, Flip, I just wanna know if you're here, man!

I ain't gonna mess with you, Flip!

I'm all by myself, man!

Come on out, Flip!

It's me, man!

(Shep) 'He's gone.'

What the hell are you doin' here?

Lookin' for you.

- Where's Flip? - He's gone.

Yeah, right, he's probably around here

somewhere gettin' high, or some shit.

He's dead.

It's time you and me played.

Fuck you. Why don't you play yourself?

Come on, tough guy.

Let me see what you got, huh?

Huh?

Come on!

Just like I thought.

You ain't nothin' but a pussy.

Let's go.

First basket wins. Winner gets boonks.

Deal?

All you gotta do is score, Kyle.

Is it a deal?

It's a deal.

Let's go.

I ain't Flip.

Damn, that's a weak crossover.

I know you can do better than that.

Takin' off his coat. Ooh. I'm scared.

Georgetown? I don't think so.

Show me something, and don't let it be that

weak-ass jumper of yours.

How 'bout some boonks?

How 'bout some crazy, hard

scar-your-motherfuckin'-ass boonks?

What, is there a problem, Kyle?

Isn't that what you wanted to give Flip?

- No problem. - Then bend your ass over.

I lost. I owe you.

You owe me?

That's right. I owe you.

You hear that, Nutso?

The boy here says he owes me.

He owesme!

Are we even?

Are we even?

You don't owe me nothing.

You owe yourself and the ones that cared enough

to get you here.

Believe me.

I know.

[instrumental music]

(male commentator) 'Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.'

'Welcome to the fifth annual'

'Uptown Shoot Out.'

'This is a round-robin tournament.'

'Games consist of two 20-minute halves'

'with a continuous clock.'

'Halftime is five minutes'

'with play resuming immediately.'

'Teams have one time-out per half.'

'Other than that, the action will never stop.'

'The two teams with the best record'

'out of their respective groupings'

'will play for all the marbles'

'in the Uptown Championship.'

* Four a.m. as I stroll back to my crib *

* To see what's with my woman and my newborn kid *

* With my mind on my money and my money on my mind *

* We do this every day about the same time *

* Beyotch * * I was at the park one day *

* That's when I saw her face *

* She looked kinda cavi to me *

* But when I take her home *

* And tap that ass I'm gone *

* I'm just a dog don't blame me *

* Now do I love them hoes? *

* Hell no * * And why is that? *

* Because you're Snoop Doggy Dogg *

* And you never gave a fuck about a bitch 'cause to you *

* Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks *

(commentator) 'All officials, please report to courtside.'

'Please report to courtside, all officials.'

'Five minute warning.'

'This is your five minute warning.'

'Clear the court.'

[indistinct]

Oh, so my time ain't money, huh?

I see you finally decided to join us.

Get dressed.

It's all in there, Birdie.

The money, the shoes, everything.

I don't need your kind of help, Birdie.

I'm not runnin' with you anymore.

You don't have no choice.

You're right. I don't.

It ain't over.

Motaw, you start.

You, you're ass is gone.

'I catch anybody talkin' to Bugaloo'

- and your ass is gone too. - I didn't even do shit.

'Now, I want this motherfuckin' game.'

If y'all can't give it to me, leave now!

What the fuck, are y'all players or what?

'Let's get this shit together.'

We could definitely win this thing.

Bombers, Bombers, Bombers, championship.

As long as y'all give me the rock.

Hey, kid, why don't you pay attention.

You might learn a thing or two.

Ain't that right, coach?

Tyrone, are you about done?

Oh, coach, relax. Just give me the rock.

I'm about to get my swerve on.

- Good morning, coach. - Kyle.

I was wondering if you needed anybody today.

Yeah, I just might need another guard.

Guard? Now, coach, I'm all the guard you need.

Man, get to the back of the bus.

(commentator) '...going head to head.'

[hip hop music]

[song continues]

[whistle blows]

Motherfucker's gonna think twice before they come inside.

(commentator) 'Look at this. The Birdmen team crashing into the hoop.'

'Come the Bombers. Oh, Kyle Watson..'

'Oh, and the Bombers are on the move again.'

'This Bomber team is incredible.'

'Ladies and gentlemen, can you believe..'

Demons again..

...Oh, reverse slam.

[indistinct]

[music continues]

Oh, this came to the office for you yesterday.

What?

Oh, it's just a letter.

A letter from where?

Georgetown.

'...for the Demons versus the Bombers.'

'The Bombers start it off with a slam dunk.'

'Demons on the move. They've been crushing teams all day.'

'Led by point guard, Steve.'

And now Steve and the Demons trying to answer back.

Wraparound pass. Slam dunk for the Demons

[indistinct chatter]

(commentator) 'Taking it in deep. Rejected by Demons.'

'Demons on the drive.'

'Oh, Kyle Watson's down again.'

'And Steve scores for two.'

'Oh, my goodness.'

'Kyle cannot answer him today.'

'Once again behind the back.'

'He's givin' a beating to this young man.'

Fuck you.

(commentator) 'Here comes the Bombers.'

[indistinct chattering]

[indistinct]

[indistinct]

[crowd cheering]

[indistinct chattering]

Y'all go on. I'll be right back.

- Man, I got to get my bag. - Alright! Okay.

Good luck there, superstar.

I said good luck.

That's not very polite.

I wish you good luck, you don't wish it back to me?

That's damn near rude.

Good luck, Birdie.

Thanks a lot.

Almost forgot. Heard you're a Hoya now.

Congratulations.

What you they they're think up in Georgetown

about the presents you took?

Hmm?

Check this out.

You're not going to college, or any-fucking-where

if the Birdmen don't win.

You might be on another team, but you're playing for me, Kyle.

You remember that.

Good game.

[instrumental music]

Yep. After that, it's cool.

You can call me after about three o'clock.

Hold on.

Don't forget you still playin' for me, homie.

Yeah.

It's just a small problem we got down here.

[instrumental music]

[whistle blows]

There you go, baby! There you go!

(commentator) 'This will be a tuff match.'

Hey, hey, hey. Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.

Birdie said no defense, brother.

No defense. You know the rules.

(commentator) 'Birdmen, take it in deep.'

[cheering]

'I like that, Kyle.'

(Kyle) Come on, ref. Make the call, man.

Two down! Two down!

Two down!

[indistinct]

Come on, baby!

Do your thing!

Where's your heart at? I don't see no heart!

Get in the game, man!

Pressure! Pressure!

[grunts]

This boy ain't got it. This boy ain't got it.

Yo! Get it together, man!

[indistinct chatter]

(commentator) 'Long pass into a reverse 360 slam.'

Pressure! Pressure!

Let's go! Let's go! Bring it back! Come on!

[crowd cheering]

You like that, baby? We teammates, right?

Come on! Come on, come on. Right in there, get your spot.

Boo-yah! Look at this!

Bobby, you're in.

Hey, uh, so what is it like sucking Birdie's dick?

(male #7) 'Let's see what you got.'

Come on, man..

[indistinct chattering]

'No! Bank it! Bank it! You ain't got nothin'!'

[indistinct chatter]

'Bank it! I'm gonna show you how high.'

Reach for it.

[indistinct chattering]

Look at that, baby.

'Ah! You can't match me.'

[indistinct chatter]

Yeah! Yeah! Hell yeah! Hell yeah!

'Come on, come on, baby! Come on!'

Come on, guys, watch it!

[grunts]

Oh, dear, what's going on?

Break it up. Break it up.

Ok, Bobby. Alright, now.

Easy, now.

Oh, is he crying?

Drag this bitch off to the side

with the rest of the bitches. He's crying.

Oh, what's up, old man? You got a problem?

You got a problem?

Take his ass to the side.

How's your ankle?

It should be alright.

(all) Kyle! Kyle! Kyle!

Kyle! Kyle! Kyle!

Kyle! Kyle! Kyle!

Kyle! Kyle! Kyle!

...bitch. Bitch

Want me to twist your other ankle?

What's up? Uh!

(commentator) 'Kyle Watson coming out strong.'

What the fuck are y'all doing? Come on, man!

Alright!

[crowd cheering]

[grunts]

Will called time-out.

- Where's the damn foul? - There was no foul.

Stop complaining!

This here's a man's game, am I right?

Good no-call, ref! Good no-call!

Get him up from here. Be careful. Be careful.

Come on. Come on.

You alright.

Let's keep this baby rollin'!

Coach, come on. Let's go. The time-out's over.

Got to send your team out right now. Let's go.

Let's go, guys.

That's only four, you need one more.

You need one more player, coach. Let's go.

We gotta get the game going.

Put me in coach.

Thomas Sheppard.

Hold up! What is this shit?

He ain't on the team.

He's right there on my original roster.

He ain't even in fucking uniform.

He is now.

He ain't been playing.

That doesn't matter.

This is fucking bull shit, man! You know this is bull shit.

Pull that stuff one more time

you and your team are outta here.

(commentator) 'This is Tom Sheppard.

This is like seeing a ghost!'

(Birdie) Hey, fuck him up.

'Fuck him up!'

[whistle blows]

[instrumental music]

[whistle blows]

What was that?

What's up, man?

[whistle blows]

[whistle blows]

[indistinct chattering]

[whistle blows]

Move your ass, motherfucker.

Move your ass.

Look at this!

Why are you doin' this, man? It's only a game.

Not to me. Come on.

(commentator) 'He's gonna play. He's alright, folks.'

'Alright. Here we go.'

Don't worry about it, baby. Don't worry about it! Come on!

What's that?

What the fuck is that, man?

Take him out of the game.

Come on. You gotta be kidding me.

This here's a man's game. Good no-call, ref!

Motaw! Come on, player, come on. Don't lose this for me.

(commentator) 'Tom Sheppard.'

[crowd cheering]

Let's go! Let's go!

[crowd cheers]

Hell, yeah! Hell, yeah!

(commentator) 'Yes it is!'

God fucking damn!

Goddamnit! What the fuck is going on?

(commentator) 'All Motaw has to do is hang on to that ball'

'and the Birdmen will hang on to that championship!'

Do your thing, baby.

Push it! There you go!

Let's go! Put it back! Come on!

Yo, yo, yo, come on!

Don't get beat by this broke motherfucker.

Run, you sucker!

'Don't lose that fuckin' ball!'

Don't lose this shit!

Go, boy, go!

[crowd cheering]

[indistinct chattering]

Hoo!

We straighten these motherfuckers out--

Handle your fuckin' business, man.

Handle your business!

[indistinct chattering]

[all screaming]

[gunshot]

Freeze, police!

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[siren wailing]

[dramatic music]

* Yeah *

* Pour out a little liquor for your homies nigga *

* This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie *

* Light up a fat one for this one *

* How you come up man? *

* I started young kickin' dust and livin rough *

* You watch your mouth around my mama *

* You couldn't cuss man.. **

[gunshot]

(male commentator) Welcome back once again to the US Air Arena

in Landover, Maryland.

'The Hoyas of Georgetown down by a couple'

'to the Seton Hall Pirates'

'in the Conference Championship Game.'

'Only nine seconds remaining now.'

'Let's explore the options for head coach'

'John Thompson of Georgetown'

'He can take it down low'

'Setons, with high percentage play that goes into the basket.'

'Maybe he'll get to the free-throw line'

'and send it into overtime.'

'But don't forget, Kyle Watson's had the hot hand'

'for the second half.'

'Will he go to Watson'

'and bomb away for the outside?'

'Nine seconds left.'

'Watson not only the hot hand'

'but also the lead guard'

'for the Hoyas.'

'Who will be the man to get it?'

'Watson. With the ball, gives it up. They better hurry.'

'Better make a decision. They find Watson '

'on the wing, free for three. Yes!'

'Georgetown does it! Watson coming through!'

'A conference championship for the Georgetown Hoyas.'

'Another for John Thompson.'

'And mayhem in Landover.'

'And with good reason.'

'The play worked to perfection.'

'The pick and the low block.'

'Watson coming around'

'finding the necessary spacing'

'and look at the rotation.'

'The perfect form on the three-point play.'

'Downstairs, he comes free'

'and finds that necessary spacing.'

'What a great deal of momentum now'

'for John Thompson's Georgetown Hoyas.'

'As they get ready for the big dance, the NCAA tournament.'

'Watson asked for the ball. He got it.'

'And right now he's downstairs with our Bill Raff. Bill?'

(Bill on TV) 'Got to feel pretty good, huh, Kyle?'

Great!

What were you thinking of

when you made that shot?

Oh, just thinking about spreading my fingers

and popping my wrist.

You want to go back to that huddle

and listen to him if you didn't make it, did you?

(Kyle) 'No. He's a big man.'

(Bill) 'Kept you scared. Alright, Kyle.'

'Congratulations..'

[instrumental music]

* It was a clear black night a clear white moon *

* Warren G was on the streets *

* Tryin' to consume some skirts for the eve *

* So I can get some funk just rollin' *

* In my ride chillin' all alone *

* Just hit the Eastside of the LBC *

* On a mission tryin' to find Mister Warren G *

* Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak *

* All you skirts know what's up with 213 *

* So I hooks a left on 21 *

* And Lewis some brothers shootin' dice *

* So I said let's do this *

* I jumped out the ride and said what's up? *

* Some brothers pulled some gats so I said I'm stuck *

* Since these girls peepin' me I'mma gonna glide and swerve *

* These hookers lookin' so hard they straight hit the curb *

* Won'tcha think of better things than some horny tricks *

* I see some my homie and some suckers all in his mix *

* I'm gettin' jacked I'm breakin' myself *

* I can't believe they takin' Warren's wealth *

* They took my rings they took my Rolex *

* I looked at the brother said damn what's next? *

* They got my homie hemmed up and they all around *

* Ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound

* For pound they wanna come up real quick *

* Before they start to clown I best pull out *

* My strap and lay them down *

* They brought guns to my head I think I'm goin' down *

* I can't believe it's happenin' in my own town *

* If I had wings I would fly let me contemplate *

* I glanced in the cut and I see my homie Nate *

* Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole *

* Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold *

* Now they droppin' and yellin' it's a tad bit late *

* Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate *

* I laid all them busters down I let my gat explode *

* Now I'm switchin' my mind back into freak mode *

* If you want skirts sit back and observe *

* I just left a gang of those over there on the curb *

* Now Nate got the freaks and that's a known fact *

* Before I got jacked I was on the same track *

* Back up back up 'cause it's on *

* N-A-T-E and me the Warren to the G *

* Just like I thought they were in the same spot *

* In need of some desperate help *

* The Nate Dogg and the G-child *

* Were in need of something else *

* One of them dames was sexy as hell *

* I said ooh I like your size *

* She said my car's broke down *

* And you seem real nice *

* Would you let me ride? *

* I got a car full of girls *

* And it's going real swell *

* The next stop *

* Is the Eastside Motel *

* I'm tweaking into a whole new era *

* G-Funk step to this I dare ya *

* Funk on a whole new level *

* The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble *

* Chords strings *

* We brings melody *

* G-Funk where rhythm is life *

* And life is rhythm *

* If you know like I know *

* You don't wanna step to this *

* It's the G-Funk era *

* Funked out with a gangsta twist *

* If you smoke like I smoke *

* Then you're high like everyday *

* And if your ass is a buster *

* 213 will regulate **