WOODROW: Hey, Brother Stark!
GHOSTFACE: What up, ‘Dro?
WOODROW: A-yo, what up, my motherfuckin’ n***a?
GHOSTFACE: Ha, my n***a, what’s that, it’s my mother—ahhhhhhhhhh…
WOODROW: Whoooooo!
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GHOSTFACE: What up, kid?
WOODROW: A-yo, man, why y’all n***as playing me? ‘Cause Woodrow ain’t never hurt no-motherfuckin-body…
GHOSTFACE: [SMACKS LIPS] Ahhh, stop fakin’…
WOODROW: Get these big n***as off me, man…
GHOSTFACE: Ah, ‘Dro, you wild, ‘Dro. What up, G?
WOODROW: A-yo, let me get two. Let me get two
GHOSTFACE: [SMACKS LIPS] C’mon, ‘Dro. You know I can’t fuck with you like that, ‘Dro, y’know dunn?
WOODROW: I’m saying, man, I know y’all motherfuckers say cash rules everything around you, but crack rules everything around me, motherfucker!
GHOSTFACE: Stop that, ‘Dro! Damn!
WOODROW: Know what I’m sayin’? Now, like I said, I got nine dollars for yo’ ass, know what I’m sayin’… you know, I come through—
GHOSTFACE: ‘Dro ‘Dro ‘Dro, you got the most G in the world, ‘Dro, slow down, pard… Slow down. C’mon… C’mon, Dro-Dro!
[BODYGUARDS chuckle]
WOODROW: I’m sayin’! It ain’t no motherfuckin’ game, n***a, I come through with the TV’s… I come through with the VC—
GHOSTFACE: Christmas tomorrow, man! Christmas tomorrow!
WOODROW: And I’m gonna come through for y’all motherfuckers all over here! Stapleton, y’all n***as know how I do! And I’m from uptown, I don’t even motherfuckin’ supposed to be around here, but I come around here, and I spread my motherfuckin’ love. Now I’m saying, give me two cracks, let me go on the roof, take my two—
GHOSTFACE: Alright yo. Damn, man… C’mon, but you know… you’re like fam, god…
WOODROW:—and get on my shit!
GHOSTFACE: Alright, duke, C’mon ‘Dro, you like fam, man, I love you, man. I love you, man… C’mon ‘Dro!
WOODROW: C’mon, man, the first is around the motherfuckin’ corner, just like you love the first, and when I see yo’ ass, in front of that motherfuckin’ check cashing, n***a, you don’t kiss me! N***a, you get your motherfuckin’ money, and keep steppin’. So let me get my motherfuckin’ crack, go get high and do my motherfuckin’ thing, and I’m motherfuckin’ leavin’, motherfucker
GHOSTFACE: God… damn, ‘Dro! [NERVOUS LAUGHTER]
WOODROW: Come on, man, Come on! Brother Stark!
GHOSTFACE: [PAUSE] Damn
WOODROW: Look, see I always gotta go through this shit, man… y’all n***as are supposed to be Big Willies, you actin’ a little silly, motherfucker!
GHOSTFACE: That ain’t got nothin’…that ain’t even got nothin’ to do with it, ‘Dro, c’mon, ‘Dro
WOODROW: C’mon, man! C’mon, man!
GHOSTFACE: [LAUGHING] A yo, ‘Dro, slow the fuck down. C’mon pard. You know I love you, though, God. What’s wrong with you, man?
WOODROW: A yo, tell these motherfuckas to back up! These n***as all in my motherfuckin’ face—
GHOSTFACE: Nah, those are—Those are my n***as, right there! Overseein’—
WOODROW: [TURNS TO BODYGUARD] You think I don’t carry a motherfuckin’ pistol, n***a?
BODYGUARD: Ease up, ease up
WOODROW: ‘Cause I’m a crackhead?
GHOSTFACE: Yo ‘Dro, stop that, man. Stop that, man. See now, c’mon, baby…
WOODROW: N***a, I got a motherfuckin’ nickel plated .380, I go down to my old lady house, man, I tell her, “Suzie, throw it out the window! Suzie!”
GHOSTFACE: [NERVOUS LAUGH] Ay-yo, you wild
WOODROW: Don’t play with me, mother—[SUDDENLY, AS IF HE HEARD SOMETHING] “Sue!”
GHOSTFACE: You wild, ‘Dro. Stop it, braw…
WOODROW: Back the fuck up, motherfuckers!
GHOSTFACE: Nah it’s all… it’s all good. This is my, this is my n***a right here, this is ‘Dro
WOODROW: Now… Brother Stark. All I want is two, man. That’s all I want
GHOSTFACE: Listen, man. I can’t even do it like that… I can’t even do it, no, on the real, ‘Dro, I’m tight, God. I can’t do it like that. You know… c’mon, man. You like fam, God
WOODROW: Look, see I’m gonna have to go see the motherfuckin’ Rastas, then! I see I’m gonna have to go see the motherfuckin’ Rastas! They let a motherfucker get it for seven!
GHOSTFACE: Son, they just.. You wonder why… you wonder why them n***as keep lookin’ at yo’ ass, huh? Fuck with them n***as like that!
WOODROW: [PAUSE] Fuck them, fuck you, and fuck this motherfuckin’ crack house! I’m out, motherfuckers! Fuck y’all motherfuckers!
GHOSTFACE: Yo ‘Dro, don’t disrespect my gate… don’t disrespect it. Don’t disrespect my gate like that
WOODROW: I don’t give a f—y’all won’t let me get two for nine dollars. One motherfuckin’ dollar?
GHOSTFACE: A yo ‘Dro… get the fuck out the house. Get the fuck out the gate, man. I’m about to knock you the fuck out
WOODROW: [LEAVING] Always want a motherfucker… get off me!
