ICEMAN: Yeah, Operator, a collect call to Yank Lewis.
No. Yank Lewis.
From George Chambers, the Iceman.
Yank. Yeah, man, it's me.
Who the hell you think it is?
Get your ass up here and share the beauty.
ICEMAN: Maybe I gotta ticket back on the gravy train.
YANK: What? What are you talking about?
Remember your old buddy from Miami, Mendy Ripstein?
Yeah.
His boy came up to me and said
that if I fight some punk in here
he could maybe get me out quick.
YANK: If Mendy Ripstein says it, then it's the real deal.
But you can't hear this from some other guy.
You gotta hear this from Mendy himself.
Then it's dope for sure.
If it's on the real, I'll whip on this punk's ass
and be out of here.
Who's the punk? Don't tell me Monroe Hutchen.
He fought out of Oakland. He was undefeated.
He was a real prospect, man. He's a full load.
Even if he was something, he's been in here for ten years.
I'm just saying it might not be a walk in the park.
-I don't believe this shit -What?
You worried about me being out of shape.
I've been in here for four months.
That chump been in here for ten years.
-You too much, man -What? That's concern--
Get the fuck outta here.
[Pounding]
MEND Y: Yes, I want you to fight him.
In the cage, no gloves, bare-fisted, to the finish.
I make a couple of calls, I put down some money
There's some people on the outside
that know you, everybody knows him
we'll get maybe twenty, thirty-to-one odds.
It's easy to spread around, maybe two hundred thousand.
You win, that's four million bucks, maybe more.
And I think he can't wait.
What's in it for me?
Mr. Ripstein uses his influence
you stay out of solitary
get the privileges you been missing.
Privileges? [Chuckles]
Offer me half the profit.
Oh, I don't think so.
I'm putting up all the dough on a real long shot.
I'm taking all the risk.
What are you worried about money for?
What are you gonna buy in here?
You in here, too.
Probably gonna die in here.
What the money matter to you?
You're gonna get ten percent.
I know that fighters usually get
fifty percent, minimum, on the outside.
Yeah, but we're not outside.
I want more.
I got a sister, she got three kids
no job, no skills, no husband.
Government gives her a check once a month.
I could send her the money.
You're gonna get thirty percent of everything we win.
It's a deal?
Forty percent.
That's it.
You wanted to see the Iceman?
Mr. Ripstein thanks you for bringing him
to this neutral location.
The Iceman doesn't want any disappointments.
He expects to negotiate.
You have to understand
that Mr. Ripstein is a great boxing enthusiast
a great student of the art
a great historian of the prize ring.
Mr. Ripstein believes the truest
purest expression of the sport
was the bare-knuckle fights of the Nineteenth Century
the Queensbury rules.
Oh, no, no. The London Prize Ring rules.
Queensbury changed the rules to the ones that we got now.
Look, let's cut through all this bullshit.
I want out. Otherwise, no fight.
How you gonna pull it off?
We handle that through the Department of Corrections.
We got a guy on the committee.
I got your word on this?
You better get ready to fight.
Train all day
You know I gotta feel the pain all day
Work hard even if it rain on me
Nothing less than five miles in the morning
I'm jogging and yawning
Stick and move, intense, here we go
One, two, come up the ring now
What you gonna do?
Showboat when I expose the ribs
Watch for the hook
Place bets, hey, money on the books
You ain't seen a fight till you seen what I took
I got precision, the jab keep you
At the perfect distance, and it can be done
[Bell rings]
MERCKER: The fight is six weeks from tomorrow night.
Y'all got that amount of time to get your fighters in shape.
These are the rules.
Mr. Ripstein has gone through a lot of trouble
putting them together.
What about a foul? Who's gonna ref this thing?
There isn't any referee. That's one of the rules.
What kind of shit is this, huh?
Mr. Mercker can judge fouls from outside the cage.
No kicking, butting, low blows.
If you win or lose on a foul, all deals are off.
This is a bunch of crap, OK?
My guy's got a lot more to lose than this other chump.
YANK: Nowhere to train properly.
First there's no gloves, then these dumbass rules.
Truth is, we don't know shit about fighting this way.
And that makes you even.
[Rap plays softly]
Train all day
Even though I gotta feel the pain all day
Work hard even if it rain on me
Nothing less than five miles in the morning
I'm jogging and yawning
Stick and move, intense, here we go
One, two, come up the ring now
What you gonna do?
Showboat when I expose the ribs
[Song fades]
It's the standard arrangement
Trust me, they'll crown me the king
Learn a routine and get between
[Lyrics become inaudible]
Because I'm still the champion
YANK: Mr. Ripstein, I don't want to cause no trouble.
I wanted to talk to you about the rules, you know?
Actually, about the gloves.
CHUY: There aren't any gloves.
It says so on page three of the rules.
YANK: Yeah, I know, but it'll make for a dull fight.
I mean, bare knuckles, nobody throws a lot.
If you watch those old films
of Jack Johnson and Jeffries and Cornet--
Those guys were trained in bare-knuckle style, you know?
It was like a news flash when somebody threw a punch.
I just want to make it clear that I agree
but my boy? He don't give a shit.
Gloves, no gloves, it don't matter.
Bring him on. We ain't backing up for nobody.
Jab, baby! That's right, jab!
YANK: Be a lot more hitting with gloves.
CHUY: I gave you a copy of the London Prize Fight Rules
that Mr. Ripstein typed out, and it says "No gloves."
MENDY: No. Wait a minute. He's right.
It's a better fight with six-ounce gloves.
Get 'em.
[Hip-hop music plays]
[Music fades]
[Men talking]
ICEMAN: Monroe! How you doing, brother?
First, there's a smile, then comes a cheap shot, huh?
I guess nobody's dumb enough to fall for that twice, huh?
You got that right, Mr. Iceman.
You can call me Champ.
Now see, you've been told.
In here, I'm the champ.
You believe that, you must believe in the tooth fairy.
Nobody's backing up.
[Men murmuring]
Hold on, brother. You gonna get your chance.
[Bass music plays slowly]
WOMAN: Good evening, I'm Maureen O'Boyle.
Tonight on CNO X's "The Inside Story"
we'll be talking with Tawnee Rawlins
in an exclusive interview
that will be her first public statement
since the sensational trial and conviction
of George "Iceman" Chambers
former heavyweight champion of the world.
Thanks for being with us, Tawnee.
I was scared.
I didn't want to be there anymore.
I--I didn't want to do nothing with him
but he wouldn't stop.
This whole thing is just such a mess.
I've been out of work
since this whole thing happened
and I had to have lots of doctors and lawyers
and I got stacks of mail from people
saying that they hate me
because I took away their heavyweight champ
and that I'm a gold digger and all that
but I say walk a mile in my shoes.
I did not want to cause him any harm
but he wouldn't listen to me, and he wouldn't stop.
[Pounding in rhythm]
These dumb shits been watching too many old prison movies.
[Pounding grows louder]
You get on the horn.
Get me a situation red in here.
[Buzz] Central security, this is the mess hall.
We have a situation red. Repeat, a situation red.
MAN: We've got a situation. Get down to the mess.
[Alarm buzzes]
On the double, all right? Riot's coming down.
[Pounding]
Hey, Iceman!
[Noise stops]
Hey, Iceman.
Before you came here
we all figured you were some kind of dude.
Then you show up actin' like you're the God
and we're the sod.
Well, hey, man, every dog in here
wanted to see you get your ass kicked.
MAN: You're goin' down, man!
Shit.
[All chanting "Monroe"]
[All shouting]
Kick your ass, motherfucker!
Let's go! Move! Move! Move! Move!
Give 'em one! Take out the ceiling!
[Bang]
Again! [Bang]
MEND Y: He cancelled the fight.
Jesus fuckin' Christ, this fuckin' state.
Who the fuck does this fuckin' warden
fuckin' think he is?
Doesn't anybody know how to do business in this fuckin' state?
My fuckin' wife and her fuckin' asthma and allergies.
We had to move to the fuckin' desert.
Goddamn fuckin' chicken-shit doctors
I should've known better than listen to those shit-heels.
Fuckin' Palm Springs
Lay there in the fuckin' sun and do nothin'.
Then this fuckin' state grabs my ass for taxes.
Why the fuck I didn't stay in fuckin' Florida
where people know how to do fuckin' business.
Fuckin' wife and her fuckin' asthma.
[Sighs] Shit.
Somethin' needs to get fuckin' done
I gotta do it myself.
Call the fuckin' warden. I wanna meet him.
Yes, sir, Mr. Ripstein.
[Door slams]
[Footsteps]
WARDEN: I don't make it a habit of meeting with prisoners.
I'm doing this out of deference to Mr. Mercker here
who thought it'd be a good idea.
However, any attempt to have me reinstate the fight
between Mr. Chambers and Monroe Hutchen will be futile.
It has been irrevocably cancelled.
Can I tell you a story? One of my favorites.
It's about how things get done.
This is a story that takes place in about--
it must've been the middle 1950s.
I was second in charge of certain operations
second to a Mr. Meyer Lansky.
There was this casino-- a new one--
that had been built in a neighboring town.
But the mayor, he wanted to close that casino
because he did not like gambling.
He thought it brought the wrong kind of people.
So he ordered the casino closed. Ohh.
I had to report this to Mr. Lansky.
So Mr. Lansky, he told me, he says
"You tell that mayor
"that the casino stays open, no question"
but that the mayor had a choice.
He could choose to be killed, or he could choose to have
a great deal of money deposited in his bank account.
It was his choice.
In either case, the casino stays open.
What happened to the mayor?
He died.
He hit his ignition and his car exploded like a fireball.
You're gonna stand there and let this hoodlum threaten me?
Well, sir, I don't much want my car to blow up.
MENDY: We could talk about the money
when you come back from your vacation.
I understand you're leaving tomorrow?
All of us, we hope you and your family
have a very pleasant time.
[Breathing heavily]
[Punches echoing]
[Grunting]
Time!
We're gonna limo over a few guys from Vegas--
act as witnesses.
Chuy, we've been talkin'.
We need you to go to the Iceman.
Get a number.
We're gettin' a hell of a price on Monroe.
We need the Iceman to go for it.
Ask him to lie down? I don't see it.
Offer him a million.
He made $25 million the last time he fought somebody.
-He had to fight for that one -Talk to him.
You got it wrong.
You hired me to look after Mendy.
I'm looking after him right now.
Mendy wants a straight fight. It's not the money.
Bullshit! In New York, in Cuba, in Florida
his whole life, it's always about the money.
He's got it stashed all over the place.
Fuckin' millions.
He's got every fuckin' nickel he ever made.
With Mendy, it's always about the money.
You guys are way off Mendy's radar on this deal
and I don't want to mess it up for him.
Mendy wants a straight fight to the finish, and that's it.
You want the Iceman to dump? You go talk to him.
But don't get your hopes up.
OK, Monroe, now that this thing is back on
here's the deal. We got a guy in the dispensary.
He's gonna steal five or ten Valiums, crush 'em up.
And I got another guy in the commissary.
Last meal Iceman eats before he fights, we mix it in.
Just enough to slow him down, fuck him up.
Now, he'll still fight, but he won't be the same.
That'll be just enough to give you the edge.
You got it?
You do that, I'm gonna break you up into pieces.
I can take this guy, and I don't need no help.
You understand that?
Hey! We're just trying to give you
a little something extra, man.
We got a lot of money on this table.
[Sighs]
I may not be a real good guy
but I ain't no chicken-shit, either. You remember that.
Take him down.
OK. We got ourselves ninety minutes.
We just concentrate. We focus.
We mentally imagine ourselves winning.
Just close your eyes. We concentrate.
We see ourselves winning.
We see Iceman all beat to shit.
We see ourselves winning.
In twenty minutes, we start to loosen up, OK?
Break a sweat.
We don't want this shit-head to catch you cold.
Hey, you get sloppy, that's when mistakes happen.
[Gate creaks]
All right, cell blocks A, B, C, and D
if all y'all are ready over there
let's start movin' em in on fifteen-minute intervals.
[Clapping]
MERCKER: Let's get the fighters in here!
Tear it up, Monroe, tear it up! Yeah.
He's shit! Iceman is shit! He is shit! Yeah.
[Grunting]
That's it, that's it! That's my man! Go!
Go ahead, now!
Yeah, let it go, let it go, let it go!
[Crowd chanting]
And now, Sweetwater's the Gat Boyz
will sing the national anthem!
[Hip-hop beat playing]
Oh, say can you see
By the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed
RATBAG: You're livin'. You're hot.
Just listen to 'em. Yeah.
He is a guest, and this is your house!
He is an unwelcome guest.
Every inmate wanna be free
Every hustler wanna be me
[Lyrics indistinct]
Go ahead, baby!
[Grunting]
Yeah, let it go! Let it go!
O'er the land of the free
RATBAG: He don't look good. He's ugly.
And the home of the brave
[Inmates cheering]
It's time! It's time!
Fighters to the ring! Fighters to the ring!
Fight's on! Fight's on!
[Drum beating]
Now the time has come
Time
No place to run
[Inmates booing]
Might get burned up by the sun
Time
But I'll have my fun
Good evening, honored guests, scumbags, and Mr. Mercker
the time is now!
We got a first here, my friends
courtesy of a great man, whose name I cannot say.
Fight fans all over the world are gonna be wishin'
they's in the bottom of the barrel with us
wishin' Sweetwater Prison was their home tonight!
Now pay close attention
'cause I'm only gonna say this once.
The fight you're about to see follows a set of rules
never been used before around here.
London Prize Rules:
no traditional rounds to speak of
no regulation-size gloves
just those bitty six-ounce suckers gonna tear up.
A fighter steps from the mark ready to fight.
He go down, then he got sixty seconds to come back.
That's it! Fight to the finish! No ref!
All we got is the timekeeper for the mark!
Our very own Mr. Mercker, the walkin' boss.
[Ding ding ding ding]
Now put your hands together, my friends
for our favorite son
Sweetwater's defending champion
undefeated, with a prison record
of 68 wins, no losses, weighing in at 199 pounds
wearing the burgundy trunks with the black trim
Monroe Monroe
Monroe Hutchen!
Monroe Hutchen! Monroe Hutchen!
Now give it up for the west corner.
He's also undefeated on the outside.
Weighing in at 205
the former heavyweight champion of the world
George "Iceman" Chambers! [Inmates booing]
Come on, motherfucker!
RATBAG: There's only one thing I got to say--
put his ass between his shoulders!
BONDS: OK, brother cons, we are ready!
Now, don't let your passion for the great Monroe
interfere with good judgment, and don't do nothin' stupid!
That'll forfeit all the money
that you guys bet at those big odds.
And welcome to our amigos from Las Vegas
here to witness this contest and report it
to various cities all around our great country.
Whole lotta bookmakers out there want to know
what's comin' down.
Well, it's us against the world, my brothers.
And just like you, I too am for the great Monroe Hutchen!
He brought honor to our house of pain
but I will call a neutral fight.
ICEMAN: Come on, bitch.
BONDS: This is the fight for what's right.
This is the brawl for it all!
This fight ain't about money!
This is their heavyweight champion
against our heavyweight champion!
This fight is for respect! R-e-s-p-e-c-k!
Respeck!
Round one! Round one!
[Ding ding ding ding]
And here we go, baby.
They move to the center of the ring
feelin' each other out.
[Grunting]
You gotta remember something:
Monroe is a forty-to-one underdog
goin' up against the Iceman, a great champion.
MAN: Combinations, man! Combinations!
Monroe swings and misses. Iceman counters
with a hard right hand to the head!
-That's it, baby, come on! -Hit that big motherfucker!
BONDS: Monroe's backpedaling, circling.
Doesn't look like he's too willing
to trade punches with the Iceman.
MAN: Watch it, Monroe, watch it, now, baby!
[Crowd shouting]
BONDS: Lookin' for a way to get to Monroe.
Now he's tauntin' him! He's tauntin' Monroe!
He's taunting him! Monroe swings.
The Iceman hits him with a hard right
and a left to Monroe's head!
MAN: You ain't hurt him! You ain't hurt him!
SECOND MAN: Hey, bullshit!
BONDS: Oh, Monroe misses
and the Iceman tags him with a hard left hand
and Monroe is going backwards, baby.
The Iceman tauntin' him on.
Get in his face! Get in his face!
Monroe lands an overhand right! Now a combination!
Monroe's getting himself into this fight!
The Iceman counters with a hard right to the face.
Another right to the head.
[Crowd booing]
Monroe is fast, but the Iceman is much stronger.
They hook up again! Both men exchanging combinations!
Right hand! Left! Right! Right!
And boom! The Iceman drives Monroe back!
MAN: Make him bleed, man, make him bleed!
Both men throw combinations!
Left! Right! Overhand right!
Monroe misses. The Iceman comes back
with a right-left to the head!
Get him!
They're fighting at an incredible pace!
Can you believe it?
Nice overhand right by Monroe!
Iceman's not hurt, but he ties Monroe up in a clinch!
Oh, shit, baby! Go get him!
Hard right hand!
Yeah! Another one! Move!
Monroe swings and misses
and the Iceman keeps hurtin' him
with an overhand right.
Combination, right-left!
Big left hook!
A right and a left to the stomach.
Another left-- oh, an uppercut!
And Monroe is down! [Ding ding]
Sixty seconds!
And we now know why he's the heavyweight champion
of the world.
ICEMAN: Huh? Huh? Huh?
Huh? What? What?
BONDS: And Monroe is up!
Looks like he will continue.
Hey, Iceman, you ain't shit!
You just got robbed!
The Iceman's straight-ahead, locomotive style
may be a little too much for Monroe.
He's never had to face anything like this.
-Boo! -Fuck!
-Boo! -Come on, big daddy!
BONDS: The Iceman's in his corner
a mighty confident man.
That's what you gotta do! Let's go!
Monroe's trademark of occasionally switching
to a southpaw left-hand style--
ain't workin' so far, baby!
MERCKER: Ten seconds! Fighters to the line!
Fighters to the line! Clear the ring!
Pucker up, motherfucker.
MERCKER: Clear the ring!
Round Two! [Ding ding ding]
BONDS: And here we go, baby!
Despite the knockdown, Monroe looks
like he's pulled himself back together.
The Iceman misses
and Monroe lands an overhand right!
Right hand! Right hand!
A quick-hit exchange!
Now this is boxing! Hard combinations
and they clinch! Beautiful! Beautiful!
[Crowd clapping]
Ooh, what a right hand by the Iceman!
Another right to the head. Monroe misses
and pays for it dearly to the body
and he reels back from the punishment
given to him by the Iceman.
Another hard right and left, and Monroe is on his heels!
He's up against the fence!
The Iceman is going for the body!
Another one to the body, and it doesn't look good
for Sweetwater's own favorite son.
The Iceman's all over him! He's tearin' Monroe up!
Oh, another right to the head! [Bell rings]
Monroe's down, and he's dizzy as a motherfucker!
He's talkin' shit, baby! He's talkin' shit!
Who the hell you think-- I know he ain't talkin' to me.
He's talkin' to y'all!
That's right! Yeah! Uh-huh!
Monroe's wobbly. He's shaky.
There's no question about it. Monroe is hurt!
Come on! Come on!
RATBAG: Don't get careless. Knock him on his ass!
Now take a whiff of this. Come on.
This fight is far from over.
You're gonna get him. We got plenty of time.
BONDS: He just loves to taunt the crowd.
He's got everything going his way.
Oh, that Iceman is one cocky son of a bitch.
MAN: He's already knocked him down twice, Eddie!
I don't know how much longer this has got to go.
You gotta fight your fight!
You're fightin' his fight. You control the rhythm.
You gotta turn this fight around!
You can do it, Monroe! Come on, now!
This is your round!
BONDS: The Iceman lookin' supremely confident.
He's got it all goin' his way!
Round three! [Ding]
They come out, and it seems like the Iceman
is just tryin' to find that one big shot
that'll put Monroe on his ass
and give him a one-way ticket to Bootyville.
Oh! A big right hand by the Iceman!
And another right hand by the Iceman!
This can't go much further!
MAN: That's it! That's it!
Come on, Mo! Dance with him!
Both of these men are great warriors.
Iceman has a look of determination in his eye--
but like I said before, brother scumbags
he's lookin' for that big punch to end it all for Monroe.
The Iceman is clearly in control of this fight.
But Monroe is still there, baby.
Our favorite son is still standin'.
Oh, that right hand just keeps shakin' Monroe up!
MAN: Stay strong! Stay strong!
Big left and right comin' from the Iceman!
He is all over Monroe!
And the Iceman is on the hunt!
He's on the prowl!
He's goin' in for the kill!
Oh, God!
What a devastating left hook from Monroe!
The Iceman is staggering, and he's hurt!
Oh, Monroe hits him with another shot!
He's drivin' him back up against the cage
punishing him with wicked combinations!
Monroe is all over him!
He's hurt! He's hurt! Left, and right!
Oh, shit.
Can you believe it?!
Ohh! And a right hand puts the Iceman down!
[Ding ding ding] The Iceman is down
for the first time in his career!
Sixty seconds!
Shit!
This is unbelievable.
Unbelievable!
Way to go, Monroe!
I can't believe it! The Iceman is down!
And the Iceman is up. He's staggerin' around.
He doesn't know where he is. [Bell rings]
Oh, my God, he's gone plum-fuckin'-crazy in there!
The Iceman's gone absolutely crazy.
This could be it. This could be a disqualification.
Somebody get in there and stop this thing!
I got a lotta damn money ridin' on this!
[Ding]
[Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding]
Pandemonium! Out of control!
[Crowd chants "Monroe"]
Monroe has definitely turned this fight around.
What goes on in the mind of George "Iceman" Chambers
at this moment is anybody's guess.
This is one for the record books, baby.
People are gonna be talking about this
for the rest of their life, and if I knew
I had to go to jail to see a fight like this
I'd have did a crime a long time ago!
This is your night! This is your house, baby!
Don't let up! Go at him! Stick him hard!
Take him out, baby! Come on!
Ten seconds! Fighters to the line!
RATBAG: You can do it! Kick his ass!
Let's go, Monroe, let's go!
[Ding ding ding]
BONDS: That was the toughest round
in the Iceman's whole career.
He must regain momentum. He must come out strong.
He must get back in this fight!
Oh! And he is back! A left and a right to Monroe!
[Man yelling in Spanish]
Monroe hits him with a right hand, left hand
and another right hand
and the Iceman is forced to clinch!
Stick him, baby! Go at him now!
Monroe switches to southpaw!
They're hookin' up! Toe to toe!
Punch for punch! Back and forth!
This is a war!
Oh, my god, what a fight! And I am so happy
that it's happenin' right here at Sweetwater Prison.
Let's go, baby!
He's on the hunt! Monroe's on the prowl!
Right hand! A left to the stomach!
Overhand right!
Another left and a right, and an overhand right
to the head!
Monroe is punishing him
with blows to the head and the body.
Say what you want to say about George "Iceman" Chambers
but he is dead game!
[Punches echoing]
[Crowd noise fades]
[Grunting]
[Dramatic music playing]
[Ding ding] It's over! It's over!
Monroe wins again! It's over!
BONDS: It's over!
That's it! Monroe wins
and I just won a lot of goddamn money!
Yeah! Yeah!
You owe me money, Eddie! You owe me money!
Monroe! Monroe!
Yeah! Yeah!
[Crowd chanting "Monroe"]
Monroe! Yeah!
[Bell rings]
But this this is a thing of beauty.
A great thing of beauty.
Two guys fightin' to the finish
but just one guy wins because he's the better man
and that's what the goddamn sport is about.
CHUY: Mendy Ripstein died 3 weeks after the big fight.
He kept his word. Monroe got his money
and the Iceman got out on special parole.
I can personally thank Mr. Ripstein
for another thing.
His lawyers contacted my family.
He left me $2 million, free and clear.
So I guess I'm not gonna have any excuses
when I get out of here. [Door clangs]
I read in the sports page that Iceman and his manager
both denied the fight with Monroe ever happened
and the story about him losing was only a big rumor
a fairy tale.
Once upon a time in prison.
[Rock music playing]
[Crowd cheering]
[Grunting]
ANNOUNCER: Our panel of experts
have the fight even at two rounds apiece.
Both fighters fighting
for the heavyweight championship of the world
the greatest title in all of sports.
One thing I can tell you for sure
life in prison hasn't changed the Iceman's fighting style.
Both fighters feeling each other out now.
Briscoe trying to work the jab.
He can't get anything in.
[Inmates shouting]
[Announcer indistinct]
A left to the body! And here comes Chambers!
Another right! A left to the body!
Right-left combination! A left! A right!
A left hook, and down goes Briscoe!
Down goes Briscoe!
Chambers over to the neutral corner
and referee Matthew Kerrigan is counting it out!
Briscoe, desperately trying to stand up.
He wants to continue.
[Bell rings]
Kerrigan has called it off!
And by knockout
with one minute, 22 seconds into the fifth round
YANK: Right here! Always was the champ!
Briscoe is knocked out, and the now-undisputed
heavyweight champion of the world
is George "Iceman" Chambers!
Hey, Monroe! Iceman won!
Guess what, cat?
They say he's the heavyweight champ of the whole world!
Undisputed! Haaaa!
Monroe!
[Chanting "Monroe"]
[Clang]
[Rap music playing]
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, who?
CMB
Who? Who else?
Who?
The undisputed CMB
We holdin' the title
You know why? Look
There ain't a cat out green that could deal with weez
Homie, quick like coupes, ah, feel the breeze
And I'm Holly Grove's heart, the hood made me trill
The hottest hot boy, baby, time reveal
And I'm Momma's oldest boy, Papa's first seed
But Papa's not real, he don't bleed what I bleed
I'm nineteen strong, a kid with a kid
And ain't too many people outdid what I did
I rock bricks down, I rockery town
I puff the best 'dro, pound for pound
Now say round, the boy tough, not bluff
Eazy, weezy, young money, squad up
Whoever don't like it, mount up and down you go
I been a champ like the dude Monroe
Not in ten years, they still wouldn't have planned it
For every one to fall, and I still be standin'
We can't lose, been through too much pain
Too much struggle, and too much strain
This is CMR
Though them haters try to lock us in
We got it locked from the block to the pen
We can't lose, we been through too much pain
Too much struggle, and too much strain
This is CMR
Though them haters try to lock us in
We got it locked from the block to the pen
Undisputed
I'm the Iceman, whoa, it's nothin' to ex you out
Put the G on the head
Ain't got to say it out the mouth
With the beanie, with the blue jean jacket
Metal packin', walkin' up that walk
And I'm 'bout that jackin'
I do this for the penitentiary, holla
I'll stunt for y'all while I'm spendin' these dollars
I lock cells like four corner blocks
I'm the bird man, I never chipped off the top
I'm switch-handed, when I'm swingin, I'm landin'
I thug on the street, and I thug red-banded
Wipe you off the land, it's a concrete jungle
A tip full of gangstas, O.Z.s, and bundles
The tip drops for the clowns I put under
You know, I been livin' like this for ten summers
I'm the boss of the ghetto, black crow of the game
Third ward survivor, ain't a damn thing changed
We can't lose, we been through too much pain
Too much struggle, and too much strain
This is CMR
Though them haters try to lock us in
We got it locked from the block to the pen
We can't lose, we been through too much pain
Too much struggle, and too much strain
This is CMR
Though them haters try to lock us in
We got it locked from the block to the pen
Undisputed
Say, hold up, check this out
We 'bout to cut the lights off, right?
Send me some meddum and a Joe
While you're at it, send that week down here with it
Boy, I done sent for ya, so it's best you come
I'm Lac Saladin, the dog of the prison
I'm the next best thing to the warden
Plus I'm chargin', two bits on accordin'
I send words to an old blister
With no pistol, the BGF still sho' getcha
I walk with my pants saggin'
I'm a HBG for life, now, what's happenin'?
Please, what you talkin', I'm a dead man walkin'
If we was on the streets, the 44 would be barkin'
Keep the shank on the left side
The titch right hip, I'm the greasy outta B.C.
That's runnin' the tip
With the black gorillas, petty hustlers, and eses
Jeffrey Dahmer, son of Sam, Aryan nation, and O.J.
Now how you gonna stop them?
Throw away the key and lock them
Tell the D.A. it's them against me
We can't lose, we been through too much pain
Too much struggle, and too much strain
This is CMR
Though them haters try to lock us in
We got it locked from the block to the pen
We can't lose, we been through too much pain
Too much struggle, and too much strain
This is CMR
Though them haters try to lock us in
We got it locked from the block to the pen
Undisputed
[Music fades out]
[Dramatic music playing]