CJ arrived at the Burger Shot to find OG Loc in his usual attire, no longer wearing the Burger Shot uniform. He walked out and turned to the manager standing out on the front door.

Hey, fuck you, man!" he shouted at the manager. "And I don't care what you heard, I ain't nobody's Ass Technician, bitch!"

"Hey, hey, whassup, Loc?" CJ greeted giving him a high five.

"'Technician' ain't gangsta, that's wassup!" OG Loc replied.

I heard that!" CJ said.

"Listen, Carl," OG Loc said, "If I'm going back to a cell, I wanna have a big party first. This may be my last chance to get heard."

"Okay, so what's the plan?" CJ asked.

"Well I'm gonna slide back over to Grove Street and get those sounds bombastic-fantasic," OG Loc told him.

"Alright, so what do you want me to do?" CJ asked.

"I want you to get ready for the party!" OG Loc answered. "Then get some girls, man!"

"OK..." CJ said sounding interested.

"Get some real fly girls, you know what I'm saying?" OG Loc told him.

"Yeah," CJ replied grinning. "That's what I'm talking about."

"The ones in the bikinis and shit, in the videos?" OG Loc reminded. "I told you, brother, I am the chronicler of our struggle, the voice of the Families, like Moses, only keeping it real. You know what I'm saying?"

So CJ waved goodbye to OG Loc and hopped on his bicycle. The party started at 8:00 PM and he wanted to wear something nice. So as CJ pedaled his way through the city, he stopped at Pro-Laps just down Rodeo and picked out some new threads: a red-and-white Rimmers jacket, baggy blue denim pants, and white hi-top sneakers.

As CJ exited the clothing store, he heard his cellphone ring. CJ picked it up to answer it.

"Hey, CJ!" he heard Loc say over the phone. "Word up, G!"

"Hey, Loc!" CJ answered.

"This party's jumping!" OG Loc said. "We got a gang of crazy ass bitches in the house! You comin' over, homie?!"

"Uh, I don't know, man," CJ told him. "I have some plans tonight."

"But we have a big disaster!" OG Loc announced. "I won't be rapping! My mic's broken!"

"Ah, okay," CJ replied. "I'ma come over right now then."

CJ put aside his cellphone and hopped onto his bike. As he rode through the city, he searched for any gang member that might randomly shoot at him at any moment. Like Sweet said, it was crazy around where he was riding through. So CJ was able to watch his back as he rode through the city and finally back into his street in Ganton.

OG Loc's house was just right across Beverly's house, and the music was bumping loudly inside. CJ hopped his bike and headed into OG Loc's house.

There was OG Loc standing by the DJ as he started dancing, ready to prepare himself to kick off his freestyle.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... this is me, OG Loc, in the house, baby..." he shouted. "And I'm gonna... drop it down for all my real gangsta niggaz... All of my gangsta bitches... Speaking about gangsta, look at my man CJ right there - what up, nigga? What UUUUUUUUPPPP..."

CJ just glared at OG Loc as the latter started rapping terribly. "Thought the motherfucking mic was broke..." he grumbled silently. He could not believe OG Loc had tricked him into coming to the party, and OG Loc's rapping was so awful that CJ would even admit that Vanilla Ice had more flow than him.

"Hey, what's up, homie?!" he heard Ryder say as he approached him.

"What's up, Ryder?" CJ greeted.

"All the homies in the back, man, away from this whack music," Ryder growled walking out to the exit plugging his ears.

"Man, I'm furious," CJ muttered. "C'mon."

It didn't even get any better when OG Loc started freestyling, and boy, was he atrocious!

"I'm the man in the place, Punch you in the face, A gun in my waist... It's Loc, baby! Yo it's Loc Loc - It's Loc Loc..."

His rapping was so terrible that even the Grove Street Families gang members had to step outside to avoid not just his terrible rapping, but his wannabe gangster persona.

Man, that dude is lucky none of us tried to blast him, CJ thought. Then again, we'll just be giving him a rep if we killed him.

"Damn, man, his lyrics is horrible!" Ryder declared furiously.

"That dude needs some work, man," CJ said.

"Hell, yeah," Ryder agreed.

"What up, fellas?" Sweet greeted the two.

"Hey, what's up with you, homie?!" CJ said giving Sweet a handshake.

"So you back on the block, huh?" Sweet asked.

"Hell, yeah," CJ replied.

"You a real killer, huh?" Sweet asked.

"What he done that I ain't - huh?" Ryder asked furiously.

"What you talkin' about, nigga?" Sweet asked the hot-tempered stoner.

"Yeah, relax, man!" CJ added calmly.

"Don't pay him any mind, CJ," Sweet told CJ. "He probably acting this way because he thinks we forgot about him, y'know, since he has family issues of his own."

"You really goin' there, Sweet?" Ryder groaned.

CJ knew exactly what Sweet was implying. "Yeah, you probably right, Sweet," CJ said. "Hey Ryder, just admit, you know you love her deep down. Y'all don't speak often, but you know you miss her deep down."

"Man, why y'all bringin' her up?" Ryder grumbled. "I told you, I ain't speakin' to her!"

"You ain't speaking to her, but you secretly miss her," CJ teased. "Admit it, Ryder. You know you do. Would a hug from her make you feel any better? I know she loves you just as much." He and Sweet laughed while Ryder just glared at them.

"Man, fuck both of y'all," Ryder muttered angrily.

Just then, a fellow Grove Street member on his bike hopped off and ran to the gang as he pedaled. "Hey," he told the gang," a Ballas posse is about to run up! They headed up here right now!"

"Looks like we backed them Ballas against the wall, huh?" Sweet announced as the gang started getting into position.

"Hey, CJ, strap up!" Ryder told him. "It's Grove Street!"

The gang them dispersed and prepared for the gang war, getting their weapons ready.

"Shit, I'll go round up some homies!" Ryder announced. "I'm a get Smoke and some Grove boys."

Ryder ran to his house and hopped into his Picador. He took the alleyway and sped away.

"OK, get some cars, block the road," Sweet ordered the other members. The rest of y'all get heated."

So Sweet and the other members blocked the streets with cars. They watched as a car came speeding into the roadblock. The Ballas arrived just in time to fire at the Grove Street gang members. CJ and the other members shot back at the Ballas

"Take your positions," Sweet told the members. "Carl, get some company, double those fools!"

CJ complied and help Sweet and the other shoot down the Ballas members, using the parked cars as cover. They killed. Every one of them one by one.

Just then, four Ballas members appeared on top of the Ganton bridge.

"Ae ae, look, more them up on the bridge!" Sweet announced.

CJ didn't say anything as he just shot at the Ballas standing up above him and the rest of the gang. As their bullets connected, each member of the Ballas fell back, and one of them even fell right off the bridge.

More Ballas sprang up after the ones on the bridge were killed, with five appearing in the alleyway beside The Johnson House.

"Carl, cover the alleyway!" Sweet warned.

CJ and the rest of the members shot at the Ballas appearing in the alleyway and even through Ryder's backyard.

Suddenly, there were more Ballas members appearing behind them shooting at them, and even some of the Grove Street members had dropped dead.

"Behind us, CJ, behind us!" Sweet warned.

CJ, Sweet, and the remaining Grove Street members dispersed and took cover of all the flying bullets around them. They hopped behind the cars and shot back. The shoot-out lasted for a good five minutes, and CJ, Sweet, and the remaining Grove Street Families members killed the remaining Ballas invading their territory, and the group proceeded back to the party.

"GROVE IS KING!" Sweet cheered beating his chest.

"Man, I ain't never seen the Ballas roll that deep before," CJ said.

"Yeah, they heard Carl Johnson was running with his brother again!" Sweet told him.

"Yeah, fo' sure," CJ replied.

"C'mon, let's get back to the party," Sweet told CJ.

"Shit man, once Loc got off the mic, then the party got started," CJ said.

But before they could get back inside, they saw headlights approaching the street. CJ, Sweet, and the other members pointing their guns at the approaching car and saw Ryder's Picador pulling up into the street. Big Smoke was sitting in the passenger's seat, and Ryder pulled up in front of the gang. He looked around to find the Ballas members' corpses lying on the ground.

"Damn!" Ryder grunted. "I missed it!"

"What the hell happened here?" Big Smoke asked.

"Them Ballas Pushers rolled deep in the 'hood, that's what happened!" Sweet answered.

"I'll say," Ryder replied. "Y'all caught a bunch of bodies here!"

"They was caught slippin'," CJ added. "But we showed them what happens to anyone who messes with Grove Street."

"Where the hell you two were?" Sweet asked Ryder and Big Smoke.

"We were trying to find some homies to get in in this shoot-out," Ryder replied. "But most of them weren't even around."

"Well that don't matter anymore," Sweet told him. "Because at least y'all here. Grove Street 4 Life! "Say it with me – Grove Street 4 Life!"

"Grove Street 4 Life!" CJ yelled.

"Grove Street 4 Life!" the other members shouted.

"Grove Street 4 Life!" Ryder added beating his chest.

"Uh…. Grove Street 4 Life," Big Smoke added sounding guiltier.

"You okay, Smoke?" CJ asked.

"Uh, yeah, sure," Big Smoke replied.

"You don't sound too proud," CJ told him.

"I am, Carl, I am," Big Smoke protested. "I just feel bad for all the shit that fucked us all up, that's all."

"Well, we gonna bring the gang back on top, Smoke," CJ told him. "Right now, let's get this party reinstated!"

The other members cheered in agreement, and Ryder and Big Smoke hopped out of the vehicle and joined the other members inside OG Loc's house. Looks like the party was going to be fun after all, even if OG Loc had no skill as a rapper whatsoever.