Trapped In The Closet (Chapter 21)

(album: Trapped In The Closet: Chapters 13–22 - 2007)

Sylvester goes home cause he had to change into more something comfortable like, another suit
Then he gets back in the car and Twan looks at him and says "Man where's mine at?"
Sylvester says "where's your what?" Twan says "My suit!"
Sylvester says "nigga what make you think you can fit a suit like this?" "Man I'm slim"
"Shit nigga you be looking like Arnold Schwarzenegger in my shit! Just stick to the jogging suits and Timbs
And leave the suits to me" "Cheah whatever you say bruh-in-law"
"Twan listen... cause what we about to go I'm gonna need your full undivided attention"
"I'm listen" Sylvester starts reminding Twan of his past and situations like this
When he lost his head, and then he looked at Twan and says
"Now when we get there it'll be a whole lot of fine bitches in there, with drinks in they glass and they hands in the air
But don't get caught up just keep focusing on me
Then will go downstairs it'll be a hallway with a couple of pitbulls and armed security up the axe"
"Yeah this on some ole movie shit" "Nigga this ain't TV you fuck this up and our ass is grassed... you feel me?"
"Yeah I feel ya" "well make sure you do
Nah, they'll be a room will go in it it'll be about six or seven gentlemen there
Then they'll search and take my gun, say nothing just sit down in the chair"
"Man wouldn't it be better if I stand" "Nah because they don't like it when you stand
And Twan, whatever you do don't stare"

[Joey:] "How ya doing Sylvester?" "What up Joey?" "Don't say my name, who's your new friend?"
[Twan:] "I'm not a friend I'm his br..."
[Sylvester:] "Bruh-in-law, he's my bruh-in-law"
[Joey:] "Bruh-in-law is he, well he smells like a coppa to me"
[Twan:] "A what?"
[Mob:] "Me too boss!"
[Twan:] "MANNN!"
[Sylvester:]
"T... ass grassed... that bring any kind of bells to you?
Now Joey the only reason I'm here is to discuss business with you"
[Joey:] "Yeah, yeah well I ain't discussing no bidness especially with mister, LL Fool J sitting here"
[Twan:]
"Who?"
"I'ont like em"
[Sylvester:]
"T, Joey"
"Sylvester I'm not about to sit here and take this shit from the blob father!"
"Now watch ya mouth you fucking mully"
"Now Joey that's enough!"
"Yeah you right, fellas escort these gentlemen the fuck up outta here"
[Mob:] "Alright let's go"
[Sylvester:] "Now wait a minute... Joey how long have you known me?"
[Joey:]
"Obviously not long enough get em outta here"
"Wait... well how long have you known my father?"
"Six years protecting each other in jail, but'cha nothing like O'Dell
Youse young guys, you fucking kill me, fellas"
"Alright, alright... Twan wait outside for a minute"
"Sylvester I'm not about to lead you up in here with a-"
"I said wait outside for a minute... remember I got this, nigga"
"I'll be listening from the outside"
"Yeah, yeah whatever momma say knock you out, fuck outta here... what you was running around with hotheads now?"
"Joey, I think you need to lay off of the pasta, it's getting to yo attitude"
"Yeah whatever, okay so let's make it quick, what do we got here?"
"Thursday twelve-O-clock midnight a train comes in from Indiana"
"Pff, yeah so what about it?"
"Well here's the deal..."
While Sylvester's talking, Twan sits outside and falls to sleep
[Joey:] "Yeah well what kind of money are we talking here?" "Joey I'm telling you, you can own a whole pasta factory"
[Mob laughs:] "Gee boss imagine that, your own pa... sorry"
[Sylvester:] Now all you have to do is..."
[Joey:]
"You shittin me?" "I'm telling you the shit is real, hold on"
"Jesus fellas, it's just a phone, I got a phone call, hold on"
It's Gwendolyn on the phone saying "Sylvester what's wrong you left out and didn't even eat"
While Twan in the hallway mean muggin and sizing up the security
Sylvester says "Can't talk now put the food in the refrigerator; I'll get to it later"
Joey says "hurry it up" he hangs up and asks for a pen and paper
Now Twan turns the chair around and sits down puts his hand up and says "asshole"
Security looks at Twan like he goin shoot him Twan yells out "arm wrestle"
Now security looks at Twan like it sounds tempting but he hesitates
Sylvester's telling Joey if everything goes smooth this is what will make
And now Joey checking out the piece of paper, Sylvester checks his watch then looks up at his goons
Security outside laughing at Twan cause it looks like he's about to lose
Then Joey looks at Sylvester and says "what is this a joke?"
He pulls a gun out and says "yes but I'm the only one laughing, nigga don't get your ass smoked"
Twan's straining and looking at his watch cause he know his time is up
He breaks the table takes the gun and point it at the guards and says "what, what what!"
Sylvester says "guns on the floor" then Twan says "guns on the floor"
Then Sylvester says "safe, open it up" Twan say "shut them punk ass dogs up"
Sylvester says "get on the flo, Joey don't make me have to ask you again, open up the motherfucking safe!"
Joe says "forget about it" Twan says "I'm bout to shoot me a motherfucker today!"
Joey goons start getting up off the floor
Sylvester says "Joey don't make me do this" and then the strangest thing happened
They start moving in on em, getting closer and closer and closer
They start moving in on em, they getting closer and closer and closer
They start moving in on em, they getting closer and closer and closer
They start moving in on em "I'm a shoot me a motherfucker today!" "Twan!"
"I'm a shoot me a motherfucker today!" "Twan!"
[Twan:] "Wha, wha"
[Sylvester:] "Wake yo ass up!"
[Joey:] "Sylvester ya man's gonna be alright!"
[Sylvester:] "Ya Joey he'll be alright, fuck is wrong with'chu?"
[Twan:] "Man I had a motherfucking dream, that all these muh-"
[Joey:]
"Yeah more like a nightmare"
"Huff and stuff I'll show you a nightmare"
[Sylvester:]
"Twan, we did good let's go"
"What are you a wise guy, I'm just breaking your balls"
"Yeah, he's just breaking ya balls"
[Sylvester:] "Joey, Thursday night"
[Joey:] "Sylvester tell ya lovely wife Gwendolyn I said hello... this guy"