Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas (2004 Video Game)
MC Eiht: Lance 'Ryder' Wilson
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Quotes
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[near the end of a huge police chase]
Big Smoke : Oh shit! Roadblock up ahead!
Carl Johnson : The K's jammed!
Big Smoke : Fuck it, I'm goin' through!
Sweet Johnson : CJ, we got the ghetto bird up ahead!
Aerial Police (Cop 1) : This is the LSPD, do not... hey, what the fuck! TOO LOW! YOU'LL KILL US ALL!
Sweet Johnson : Back up Smoke, BACK UP!
Big Smoke : Hell no, I'm going through!
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Oh man, we gonna die!
[the helicopter skims over the car, shredding the motorcycle cop on the hood of the car]
Carl Johnson : OH SHIT!
[Smoke proceeds]
Sweet Johnson : Slow down Smoke, SLOW DOWN!
Big Smoke : Oh shit, the brakes is out!
[Everyone bails out at the last second as the car smashes through a billboard, and crashes on a rig on the freeway below]
Big Smoke : [looking at the carnage on the freeway from the smashed billboard] Shit! That's gonna be a hell of a story to tell when we passin' the blunt!
Sweet Johnson : Now THAT was some some serious shit! Whoo!
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Fuck this, we gotta get outta here.
Sweet Johnson : Ryder's right. Everyone split up, and we'll meet up later.
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[his last lines]
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : I'm a motherfuckin' genious!
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Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Say, CJ, you gonna crash the car again?
Carl Johnson : Fuck you, Ryda'.
Sweet Johnson : Ryda', give CJ a break, man. He's practically turned the Grove around by himself.
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Man, I was just tellin' a joke on the lil' nigga.
Carl Johnson : Everythang you do is a joke, Ryder.
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : That ain't true!
Big Smoke : Ryda'... just chill the fuck out, man!
Sweet Johnson : Remember, we're reuniting the families, so no bullshit. Stay cool.
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : You know me, Sweet, cool as a Shaolin monk!
Sweet Johnson : Especially you, Ryda.
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : What you mean? I resent your implication, and shit.
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[CJ and Ryder enter the Crack Den]
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Good afternoon, Balla dope pushers! Grove Street OG's come to do damage!
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Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Jeah, and get yourself some colors, fool.
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : And a haircut, it's embarrassing to be seen with you!
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[Big Smoke, Sweet and Ryder are in Sweet's house]
Big Smoke : [to Sweet] Hey, you gotta keep it real, man.
Sweet Johnson : Man, nobody give a shit about the 'hood.
Big Smoke : I do!
Sweet Johnson : All they do is sell yay and ruin the place. No crack ever made a gang tight.
Big Smoke : I don't know, man.
[CJ enters]
Carl Johnson : Whassup, ya'll?
Sweet Johnson : Whassup, CJ?
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : What's cracking?
Sweet Johnson : Man, all they care about is smoking and money.
Big Smoke : You can't knock a homie's hustle, Sweet.
Sweet Johnson : Them marks ain't soldiers. They're idiots trying to be business men.
Big Smoke : Yeah, but they're down with us, man.
Sweet Johnson : All they down with is money. CJ - go down there and show these fools you mean business. these chumps from the Ballas are sweating the homies. Go put pressure on them. Just do it.
Carl Johnson : We been putting time in the 'hood, but we gotta get the homies back together, like the old days.
Sweet Johnson : Yeah, you right! So you and Ryder go handle your business!
[to Big Smoke]
Sweet Johnson : Man, they'd slang to their own Momma. They don't care about nothing.
Big Smoke : You're naÔve, my friend. We gotta keep our focus.
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Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Damn - this shit's fucked up.
Carl Johnson : I see what you mean now, man. If crack can do that to Big Bear, turn him into a base slave, the average motherfucker ain't got a chance.
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Damn dope fiends and drug addicts everywhere in this city. Piss me off.
Carl Johnson : Looks like it's up to us then.
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Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Hey, CJ, tell me why I didn't finish high school.
Carl Johnson : 'Cause you been dealin' drugs, man. Since the age of ten. Ha, ha, ha.
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Ha, ha, ha. Nope. That ain't it.
Carl Johnson : 'Cause you put your hands on that teacher for wearin' Ballas colours. Ha, ha, ha.
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Ha, ha, ha. But, nope. That ain't it either. It's cause I'm too intelligent for this shit. I am the real deal fool, oh, yeah. A genius.
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Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : I got with them motherfuckers though, showed them niggaz who's gangsta.
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Ryder, nigga!
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Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : 'Ey, man, whatchu want?
Carl Johnson : Seeing my homie. What's up with you?
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Eeeh, homie, jeah jeah. It's good to see you back.
Carl Johnson : No homie love? No hug?
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Oh, fo sho', fo sho' my nigga, my bad. What's crackin' with you?
Carl Johnson : 'Ey, man, what you strapped for?
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Man, some pizza place keeps painting over our hit up, man!
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Shit is beautiful. Teach the owner a lesson.
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : He's fucking with Grove Street. You down?
Carl Johnson : I'm always down.
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Ahhhh, jeah... Let's go, bitch.
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Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : [Ryder points gun at employee] Give up the money! This a raid!
The Well Stacked Pizza Co. Employee : Ryder! Not this again!
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : It ain't me, fool!
The Well Stacked Pizza Co. Employee : No one else is that small! I feel sorry for your dad!
Carl Johnson : Shit, you crazy! Let's get up outta here!
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Same old CJ! Busta! Straight busta!
The Well Stacked Pizza Co. Employee : [Employee grabs shotgun below and starts to shoot]
Lance 'Ryder' Wilson : Oh, shit! RUN!
