Smoke: Hey, CJ!
Baby, what's up, man?
CJ: What's happenin', Smoke?
Smoke: I'm chillin'. Wanna go for a ride?
CJ: Yeah!
Smoke: You drive.
CJ: A'ight.
Smoke: We're going downtown.
CJ: This better not be another cop errand, man.
Smoke: Nah, man. This is strictly for the homies.
I gotta be honest with you, CJ. We could be gettin' into some heavy shit, baby.
CJ: What you into, Smoke?
Smoke: A lot of shit about to go down, Carl.
Families coming back, Ballas pushing base,
Russian cats with nothin' to lose about to bust some ass.
Smoke: Look, Carl...
Before I walk in there I just need to know if you down with this shit, man.
CJ: Look Smoke, we go way back.
We Groves, man.
Smoke: That's what I'm talkin' about. That's my dog!
Hey look, if you hear shit start to pop off, come in there blasting, a'ight?
CJ: I'm down, dog!
Hey baby, want company?
Smoke: MOTHERFUCKERS!
CJ, GET IN HERE- Oh, there you are.
USE SOME COVER, THEY'RE BLASTING LIKE FOOLS IN THIS MOTHERFUCKER!
ICE THOSE FOOLS, CJ!
Russian: Big Smoke, you made big mistake!
Smoke: WATCH YOURSELF, CJ! I THINK THEY'S PISSED!
CJ, TAKE THE RIGHT AND COVER MY ASS!
KEEP IT UP, BABY!
THAT'S MY DOG, MAKING YOU ALL PAY!
STICK WITH ME, CJ! WE OUTTA HERE, BABY!
Stick real close, Carl! Keep your head down, the air is thick as shit in here!
Russian: Smoke, you and your friend, are dead men.
Smoke: Motherfuckers!
Back me up!
That's my homie, CJ! Hah hah hah!
Homie, you ice cold, baby!
Time to return the favor, baby! Get on!
CJ: They after us on a bike, Smoke!
Smoke: Waste ANY motherfucker that follows us!
CJ: Shit, man! They comin' for us in a truck!
Smoke: Don't tell me about it! Take it off the road! Pop it!
Damn! Look at all this traffic!
GET OUT OF THE WAY!
I'M COMING THROUGH!
CJ: We got bikes on our six, smash it, Smoke!
Smoke: Hold on tight, baby!
CJ: Ah, Smoke! NOOOOO!
Ah, they hit a bus!
Smoke: Hahaha! I'll never dis public transportation again!
Damn, roadblock!
CJ: Smoke, these cats is organized!
There's something you ain't telling me, man!
Smoke: Look, Carl, all I know is that they real pissed at us right now!
Hold on though, I got an idea!
CJ: Smoke, what you thinking? Flood control is a dead end, man!
Smoke: To hell with that! We had to lose those cars, don't worry about that!
I know a way out, up past Grove Street!
CJ: The old sewer tunnel?! Aw man...
Smoke: Watch our back!
CJ: Smoke, it's more bikes!
Smoke: Pop their fucking brains out, CJ!
CJ: Oh shit, now the truck's found us again!
Smoke: Man, stop being so negative!
Focus on the good news!
CJ: Such as?
Smoke: We ain't dead, and your trigger finger still works, fool!
I think the gearbox is screwed up on this thing, I can't get no speed!
CJ: Yeah, who negative now, bitch?
Smoke: Point taken. I'll keep my mouth shut from now on.
Watch our back!
OH SHIT!
CJ: Oh man, the cars found a ramp!
Smoke: Don't tell me about it, SHOOT!
HOLD ON!
CJ: Get us up that ramp, Smoke!
Smoke: I'm on it, baby!
CJ: We still got bikes on us, man!
Smoke: Man, quit bitchin' and shoot as many of them assholes as you can!
Fools totaled their truck!
CJ: Go around 'em, man!
Smoke: Screw that! We're taking the scenic route!
FRY, MOTHERFUCKERS!
That's the old sewer up ahead, shoot out the gate!
Nice one, CJ! Here we go!
CJ: Man, I used to hate this tunnel when we was kids!
Smoke: Hey, we can reminisce later, we still got company!
CJ: Don't these guys ever give up?!
We lost 'em, Smoke! Man, we better split up!
Smoke: I'll take it another block and dump it. Man that was some crazy shit back there!
CJ: Yeah, for sure! Listen, we can't hang around here, I'll see you later, homie!
Smoke: Much love, baby!