Splinter
Its my first go at ebonics, so don't be too harsh! I can never compare to earlier ebonics for reloded...that was too good, but i had a go anyways! ENJOY!!!
****************************************************(Hell Club garage)
Homie #1: Dawg…what da hell?
Homie #2: Shiznit, its Wingless!
Homie #1: I get it dawg! You ready to get yo ass capped!!
Seraph: I gotsta hang wit da man.
Homie #1: Da on’y way yo getting through dat do’ is by cappin’ my white ass!
Seraph: Bring it on, biatch!
(Hell Club elevator)
Seraph: Dere no heavies allowed in da club. At da bottom, dere’s a coat chick…Now she be fine. If we lucky, one brother be checking for guns.
Trinity: Wat if our luck be gone?
Seraph: We gonna get our asses kicked out of this shizzel.
(Hell Club entrance)
Coat Check Girl: What up dawg….my god!
(Hell Club - VIP lounge)
Merovingian: Who the hell that be? *laughs* This be funny shiznit.
Merovingian: *to the DJ* Oi! Chill out! *to Seraph* Ma brother returns. Wassup? Are you here fo’ the cash boy? How much you packin dere? I don’t think you got what it takes!
Seraph: We just want to chill.
Merovingian: Yea I know…(rolls a joint) You an’ ya homies throw down to get here. I’ll cut ya a deal…put dem guns down an’ we can chill.
Seraph: You fo’ real?
Merovingian: (puffs) Yeah brotha, I’m real.
{Trinity, Seraph, and Morpheus put down the guns and are escorted up the stairs}
Merovingian: *laughs* Well, ain’t this a nice! Whoda thunk you’d be back in my hood so soon? Seraph, my nizzle, you brought these homies wit you, so I’m guessin da oracle gots herself a new ass, yeah? The math be saying she gonna do that. Dat girl better learn her lesson this time…she got no clue bout causality an’ sh!t. You take something from me…you gots to pay da price.
Seraph: You know why we here dawg.
Merovingian: *puffs, coughs* Yeah, yeah, course I know boy... I gotsta know! Some brothers think what went down’s da maths fault, but I don’t! But how’d the hell it happen? Do you know girl?
Trinity: Nope.
Merovingian: No? Din’t think so.
Morpheus: We wanna cut a deal, aight?
Merovingian: *laughs* Yo always straight to it, aincha Morpheus? Okay. I gots something you want, yeah? If you wanna cut a deal, you gotta have some **** I want. And you do! Ain’t that nice. Somethin’ I’ve always wanted. But dey can’t be stole, dey gotta be given to a brotha.
Morpheus: What the hell you on about boy?
Merovingian: Da eyes of da Oracle. *laughs* I told you before, deres no getting away from da math. Da math brought you here, my nizzles. Bring me da eyes of da Oracle, and you’ll get yo homie back. Sounds good to me. What bout you?
Trinity: I got no time for this shiznit.
{Hell Club upstairs fight}
Trinity: You wanna cut a deal? How bout this. Give me my man, or we all get our asses capped, right now dawg.
Merovingian: That’s whack! Yo ready to die fo’ yo man?
Trinity: *cocks gun* Yeah, no sh!t. Time be up Merv. Whassit gon' be?
Persephone: She'll do it baby. She’ll cap all of us if she has to. She be in love.
Merovingian: She be in love? That biatch is insane!
****************************************************(Hell Club garage)
Homie #1: Dawg…what da hell?
Homie #2: Shiznit, its Wingless!
Homie #1: I get it dawg! You ready to get yo ass capped!!
Seraph: I gotsta hang wit da man.
Homie #1: Da on’y way yo getting through dat do’ is by cappin’ my white ass!
Seraph: Bring it on, biatch!
(Hell Club elevator)
Seraph: Dere no heavies allowed in da club. At da bottom, dere’s a coat chick…Now she be fine. If we lucky, one brother be checking for guns.
Trinity: Wat if our luck be gone?
Seraph: We gonna get our asses kicked out of this shizzel.
(Hell Club entrance)
Coat Check Girl: What up dawg….my god!
(Hell Club - VIP lounge)
Merovingian: Who the hell that be? *laughs* This be funny shiznit.
Merovingian: *to the DJ* Oi! Chill out! *to Seraph* Ma brother returns. Wassup? Are you here fo’ the cash boy? How much you packin dere? I don’t think you got what it takes!
Seraph: We just want to chill.
Merovingian: Yea I know…(rolls a joint) You an’ ya homies throw down to get here. I’ll cut ya a deal…put dem guns down an’ we can chill.
Seraph: You fo’ real?
Merovingian: (puffs) Yeah brotha, I’m real.
{Trinity, Seraph, and Morpheus put down the guns and are escorted up the stairs}
Merovingian: *laughs* Well, ain’t this a nice! Whoda thunk you’d be back in my hood so soon? Seraph, my nizzle, you brought these homies wit you, so I’m guessin da oracle gots herself a new ass, yeah? The math be saying she gonna do that. Dat girl better learn her lesson this time…she got no clue bout causality an’ sh!t. You take something from me…you gots to pay da price.
Seraph: You know why we here dawg.
Merovingian: *puffs, coughs* Yeah, yeah, course I know boy... I gotsta know! Some brothers think what went down’s da maths fault, but I don’t! But how’d the hell it happen? Do you know girl?
Trinity: Nope.
Merovingian: No? Din’t think so.
Morpheus: We wanna cut a deal, aight?
Merovingian: *laughs* Yo always straight to it, aincha Morpheus? Okay. I gots something you want, yeah? If you wanna cut a deal, you gotta have some **** I want. And you do! Ain’t that nice. Somethin’ I’ve always wanted. But dey can’t be stole, dey gotta be given to a brotha.
Morpheus: What the hell you on about boy?
Merovingian: Da eyes of da Oracle. *laughs* I told you before, deres no getting away from da math. Da math brought you here, my nizzles. Bring me da eyes of da Oracle, and you’ll get yo homie back. Sounds good to me. What bout you?
Trinity: I got no time for this shiznit.
{Hell Club upstairs fight}
Trinity: You wanna cut a deal? How bout this. Give me my man, or we all get our asses capped, right now dawg.
Merovingian: That’s whack! Yo ready to die fo’ yo man?
Trinity: *cocks gun* Yeah, no sh!t. Time be up Merv. Whassit gon' be?
Persephone: She'll do it baby. She’ll cap all of us if she has to. She be in love.
Merovingian: She be in love? That biatch is insane!