Gangsta Talk (Bloods & Crips)

White Motherfucker: Five Bloods, fi-five Crips, I wanna find out what's the problem, why you guys can't get along, what's the problem?
Unknown: You know white motherfucker, get yo' ass outta here, punk!
Unknown: And give us a fucking job, that's what you should do, motherfucker.
Unknown: Get yo' motherfuckin' ass outta here!
Tweedy Bird Loc: Motherfucker, y'all the reason we killin' each other anyway!
White Motherfucker: Come on guys we're trying get along here!
Unknown: Ay man, we ain't trying... (inaudible)
Big Wy: Get this cracker shit up outta here!
*Bloods & Crips fighting with White Motherfucker*
Ronnie Ron: Wait a minute man, wait a fucking minute man... what the fuck is wrong with y'all man, goddamn! I got a fuckin' solution man, 'cause I'm tired of you little brothers, bangin', shootin' each other up, man, lil' homies gettin' killed, man...
Unknown: I'm tired too.
Dogg: I know the solution, get a pistol and regulate 'em, that's my solution...
Ronnie Ron: Hey man, hey man this is the fuckin' solution, we got a fuckin' record, if you got a problem with him, he got a problem with you, take out his motherfuckin' ass...
Big Wy: You gon' pay me motherfucker!?
Ronnie Ron: You goddamn right I'm gon' pay you! (Bloods & Crips: Nigga, I wanna get paid!) That's why I'm here, that's why I'm-I'm trying to show white folks and everybody around the fucking world they want you all to kill each other off, they want you all to keep shootin' the little niggas so we can't produce no fuckin'... (inaudible)
Big Wy: Get to the fuckin' point, Blood!
Bloods & Crips: Fuck it, let's bang it on wax, we Bangin' on Wax!
Ronnie Ron: This-this-this is the fuckin' problem, right now y'all, Bloods and Crips man whatever the fuck you think y'all wanna call yourselves we need to come together man, and make a fuckin' record, take this mothafucka's ass on a goddamn record, show the white man you can be smart!
Bloods & Crips (Big Wy, Dogg, etc.): Fuck it, I got skills, I got skills, I got skills for you Crab ass niggas!
Ronnie Ron: Wait a goddamn minute they think y'all mothafucking dumb anymothafuckingway, so the main thing is, man, we wanna stop killin' each other, man, and let's do it on a fuckin' record, man (fuck it), take out this mothafucka, you got a problem with a man, let's get it out right now, what's-what's what is the problem? (That's a hell of an idea, man), tell 'em what is your problem, man...?
Big Wy: I'mma tell you mothafuckas, I'mma tell you mothafuckas...
Dogg: (Inaudible) frail-ass nigga!
Lil' Zacc: Man hold on, you skinhead bastard!
Big Wy: Man, lemme tell this Oreo nigga, this Oreo fool over here talkin' this shit, hold up lil' Blood, check this out, the moafuckin' white people they always talkin' that shit about how they know, about what goes on in the ghetto, they don't know shit, and these Oreo-ass black mothafuckas (Yelling), you know what I'm sayin', they act like they knowin' that shit but they ain't knowin' that shit how that shit goin' Blood, we grown up in this shit, homes!
Unknown: That was yo' mothafucking choice, nigga, fuck a CRAB nigga!
Big Wy: They try to bring that mothafuckin' truce shit, they try to bring that shit to the Bottoms, that shit didn't work! (Background yelling), Nigga, FUCK you! I got this mothafuckin' MAC-10 for yo' ass, but I'll use my mic instead, Blood! Yelling: This lil' ass nigga, this lil' ass nigga, hey cuz...
Ronnie Ron: Hey, wait a fucking minute man, what's wrong wit' y'all niggas man, take this out, take this out, wait a minute, man, wait a minute, wait a goddamn minute, listen, listen, we in this mothafuckin' room y'all wanna make a goddamn record or you don't, y'all if y'all-y'all wanna go out there and shoot each other fuckin' do that man but if you don't man do that on a fuckin' record! (Fuck it I can do it verbically...), I don't believe you can! (Verbally, Cuz...) I don't believe you can! Tell me if you can, tell me if you can and then do it! Okay, okay like...
Big Wy: What's the problem with you illiterate Rickets, you don't know shit!
Lil' Zacc: You ain't (inaudible), you fatass sandwich!
AWOL: I bet you I can rap on yo' fatass!
Big Wy: I bet you can rap on yo' Colonel Sanders short-ass, Bloood!
Dogg: And Blood right here look like mothafuckin' Kurtis Blow, no wonder he can rap on wax...!