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‐ Ooh! Oh!

‐ Come on, come on, come on.

Yo, Power,
we got to hit Dennis

before him and Divine hit us.

All niggas got
an expiration date.

We ain't here
to build no business.

We here to beat the clock.

If Power disrespects
you, he disrespects me.

If he ain't with us,
he against us.

‐ Leave Power alone.

‐ ♪ I'm just as ill
as I want to be ♪

♪ Stakes in grapes
and all kind of wineries ♪

‐ You an entertainer now,
Sha, huh?

You gonna do birthdays
and weddings and shit?

‐ Mook?

‐ The fact that I'm sitting
behind the wheel of this bus

and not dead or in jail,
I already beat the odds.

‐ What you think?
‐ I don't know about the speed.

I don't really think it fits.
‐ Yeah, yeah, yeah.

The ferry will depart
in two minutes.

Time to Manhattan
is 25 minutes.

During docking, please stay
off the stairs and ramps

until the ferry
has come to a stop.

Failure to do so may result
in bodily harm.

Life jackets can be found

in the marked bins
around the cabin.

Thank you for riding with us.

‐ Yo, this shit
about to be crazy, son.

Word.
Yo, what studio we hitting?

D & D or Hit Factory?

‐ Yeah.

‐ Yeah, what?

We about to start
dropping tracks.

I need to know what's up.

Yo, who you have to sell
your soul to

to get us in the studio anyway?

‐ You just...

worry about what you're gonna
be spitting, a'ight?

‐ Yo, when I was in the studio,

son, I heard Erick new joint.

Hoo‐wee!

My son had K‐Solo
and Redman on that joint.

Shit was hard.

Yo, we got to roll mad deep
like the Hit Squad,

know what I mean?

Who you got meeting us anyway?

‐ Yo, I told you.
I got a whole crew coming.

Deck, Shotgun. Who else?

Shit, we gonna be the deepest
rap group of all time.

I mean, seven MCs?

- ‐ Eight.
- Eight?

Hey, yo.

‐ Hey, yo, what the fuck
is this nigga doing here?

Yo, you invited
this clown, too, son?

‐ Hey, yo, who the fuck
you calling clown?

‐ Yo, yo, I told y'all,
I was putting together a crew.

Y'all both are part of it,
a'ight?

Always have been.

‐ Nah, I ain't in no crew.

‐ Hey, yo, you sure
about that, son?

'Cause you seemed to be riding
for somebody pretty hard

when you blasting my mom crib,
remember that?

‐ Yo, Wu‐Tang is
about brotherhood.

‐ Ain't no way in hell
this nigga my brother.

‐ Yo, brothers fight.

‐ This ain't no play fight
at a playground, Bobby.

This nigga almost put
my brothers in the ground, son.

Nah, y'all must've forgot
about that shit, but I ain't.

‐ Son, I wasn't even shooting
at you.

I was‐‐I was shooting at...

I don't know, the idea.

‐ Hey, yo, what the fuck
that even mean?

‐ Yo, he means it's, uh‐‐
it's complicated.

‐ Complicated?

What the fuck
are you talking about?

You sound crazy right now.

You really, really got to start
listening to yourself talk.

And when you‐‐when you
figure that shit out,

then come holla at me.

‐ Yo. Yo!

Fuck, man.

Hey, yo, the only reason
why I came back to New York

is because you said
we was gonna be making music.

But if I would've known

you was invitin'
the fucking sucker squad,

my nigga,
I would've never left Ohio,

and you know that shit.

But you lie anyway.

Talking about
some fucking brotherhood, man.

That ain't brotherhood, son.

‐ Hey, D.

Yo.

I don't know where y'all think
y'all going.

We all on the same boat...

Literally.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the ferry will be
departing momentarily.

‐ Fuck.

‐ You still think
this is gonna work?

‐ I didn't say
it was gonna be easy.

But they got to talk
to me, you know?

‐ Yeah, unless they get off
in Manhattan.

‐ I just need a few minutes
to get this shit together.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the ferry is now leaving.

No passengers may
leave the vessel.

Arrival at Whitehall Terminal,
Manhattan,

will be approximately
30 minutes.

All clear!

‐ My bad.

‐ Hey, yo, don't tell me.

You invited this nigga, too.

‐ I did.

So if anybody wants to take
a swing at anybody,

let it be me.

‐ What's up, 'Vine?
Been a minute.

‐ Yeah.

What the hell, Bobby?

‐ Hey, yo, I really don't know
which one of y'all niggas

should get it first, man.

‐
So, obviously,

y'all niggas still got shit
to work out, right?

I'm gonna grab me
a window seat.

‐ Yo, just, uh‐‐
just hear me out

before y'all start
bugging out, a'ight?

Ah, it's a little late
for that.

‐
Look...

in an orchestra, you have

a bunch of instruments
onstage together.

Right?

Each and every one
of those instruments

has to be able to play its part

in order for the music to work.

So what I'm trying to do is...

get all the parts together
in harmony

so that our music
can be complete.

And those instruments
include Power and Sha.

‐ Orchestra?

Instruments?

Hey, yo, them niggas
almost killed my family,

and you over here talking
about some fucking harmony?

Nah, son.
I ain't 'bout to get played.

‐ Hell, you know, he's right.
The shit they did is foul.

‐ Yeah.

And what D did
to Power's parents wasn't?

‐ Yo, I'm saying...

you talking about,
uh, symphonies and shit,

so what instrument
is Power, huh?

You gonna have him
rapping on the mic, too?

‐ Well, Power knows
the streets.

‐ "Power knows these streets."
Oh, okay.

I guess that we forgot how
I paid rent on our house, huh?

‐ Of course I know you was
in the streets, yo.

But you ain't in them streets
no more, a'ight?

And that's a good thing.

Yo, I know you
and Power's beef go way back,

but right now,
he got these streets on lock.

And not just in Staten Island.

Niggas in Brooklyn and Queens
fuck with that motherfucker.

‐ Okay, so, um...

what do the streets have to do
with your plan, hmm?

‐ Niggas ain't giving Staten
no respect,

but they giving Power
that respect.

Any hip‐hop artist knows
in order to make it,

you got to have
that street cred.

We building Wu‐Tang
from the bottom up,

not from the top down
like I did it before.

We both know how
that shit turned out, right?

‐ So why, um...

why didn't you tell me
you invited him?

‐ Because...

I couldn't take the risk
of you not showing up.

Hey, yo, look...

Power came on this boat

knowing that both of y'all
would be here

and still decided
to put the beef aside.

Come on, 'Vine.

If you want to be
a businessman,

you got to be able
to do the same.

‐ I don't know, Bobby.
You know‐‐

‐ I need your help, a'ight?

I need it...

before these niggas
get off in Manhattan.

Just for now,
help me out with that.

‐ For now.

‐ A'ight.

You go and check
on, uh, Dennis.

I'ma go check on Sha.

All right?

These motherfuckers. Fuck.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the waters are calm today,

so it will be a smooth ride.

We should get to Manhattan
sooner than expected.

‐ Fuck.

Oh, this movie
gonna make you cry.

Not just because
of its complicated essence

or glorified male bonding,

but because in the end of it,
you gonna get in your Volvo,

drive into the hood
inspired to ball like Woody,

and end up getting destroyed
in a pickup game,

thus proving
y'all really can't jump.

Hey, yo, that ain't the best
selling technique, son.

‐ I'm saying, D‐Lover.

I always keep that movie
right next to Malcolm X

just to see
how many white dudes

gonna pick militant Denzel
over weak‐ass Woody, yo.

Them motherfuckers
want to ball like us,

but don't none of 'em really
want to understand us.

It's like a scene
in that movie.

They listen to Jimi Hendrix,
but they don't hear him.

‐ Hey, yo, let me get
a hit of that, son.

‐ Mm.
You got to pay to play.

Come on, now.

‐ Damn.

You really do sell
everything, huh?

‐ I sell everything,
and everything is for sale.

I got that new
Halle Berry joint

with Grace Jones.

That chick can get it.

‐ Yeah, Halle Berry fine.

‐ I'm talking
about Grace Jones.

I like my chicks scary.

‐ Hey, yo...

Peace.

‐ Hey, you a Halle Berry fan?
‐ Nah, man, I'm good.

‐ What about Grace Jones?
Yo, hold up, my brother.

Hey, Sha!

Yo! Raekwon!

Yo, I know you hear me, man.

Yo‐‐all right,
just hear me out.

Hello.
This is your captain.

While moving about the vessel,

please be careful
at all times.

And watch your step, kids.

You over here
by the life jackets and shit?

You a nigga
that know how to survive

no matter what, right?

What?

You got something
to say, say it.

‐ Son...

after everything
Dennis did to your family,

your moms and your pops
in they own store...

had your pops on the ground
with a gat pointed out him.

You really about to sit here
and squash that shit?

‐ Yo, my memory is long, nigga.
I ain't forget about that shit.

But I'm here for business.
Don't get it twisted.

‐ So now you fucking
with the music.

‐ There's a time and place
for everything, kid.

‐ We shot at this motherfucker,

and now you sitting here
talking to me

about making music
with this nigga.

‐ I mean, Bobby got us all here
for a reason, right?

‐ Yeah, yeah, trap a bunch
of grown‐ass men on a boat,

hoping we gonna hold hands

and play G.I. Joe or some shit
like we some kids.

‐ Yeah, well, at least
he got a plan.

You know what I mean?

That's better than most cats
back from where we come from,

you know what I'm saying?

We should hear him out,

even if that shit
do involve Dennis.

‐ Yeah, a'ight.
Want to hear that shit, man.

Dennis ain't gonna
let go of this shit that easy.

Good luck with that.

You really think his wild ass
ain't gonna pop off at you?

That's why I don't
count on luck.

You know what I mean?

You?

‐ Come on, man.

Always.

Don't got to worry
about me, nigga.

A'ight, then.

‐ Yeah.

Ladies and gentlemen, we're
at the midpoint of our trip.

Hope you're enjoying it
so far.

Hey, yo.

Yo.

What, you the Roadrunner
or something, son?

Yo, you get a chance

to check out
them beats I sent you?

Yeah, you make dope beats.

So what?

You send Dennis a disk, too?

Yeah.

I did.

‐ Probably the same beats
and shit.

‐ Yeah, I thought that‐‐
that maybe y'all could be

on some
of the same tracks together.

‐ Together?
Me and D‐Lover?

Yo, I wouldn't share
a sandwich with this nigga

if it was the last one
on Earth.

‐ I was saying earlier
that this‐‐this Wu‐Tang shit,

it's like an orchestra,
and you and D‐‐

‐ Yo, I don't work
for no orchestra.

My mom had me playing
the tambourine in church

back in the day.

I ain't like that shit then.

Know what I mean?

I don't work for nobody.
I get my own food.

Yo, look, we‐‐we trying to do
some shit mad different.

A'ight?

Some shit
that's never been done before.

It's like Enter the Dragon.

We like that shit

'cause it was a bunch
of unlikely brothers

coming together
for one purpose.

‐ Yo, this ain't no movie.

‐ You like Jet Li, right?

‐ Yo, he wasn't even
in Enter the Dragon.

‐ Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm saying, you Jet Li,

and Dennis is Clint Eastwood‐‐

two badass motherfuckers

from two different worlds,

different skills.

‐ Yo, I almost got killed
minding my own business.

So I'm taking
this music shit serious.

But I don't got to do it
with you, Bobby.

‐ Yo.

Yo, Rae.
‐ Oh!

Shit, man.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Yo, come on, man.

I got everything you need
right here, baby.

Come on, now.

I got The Mack,
Shaft in Africa.

‐ All these people
on this boat,

why you got
to follow me for, huh?

‐ Because you look like
a brother with empathy.

‐ Listen, you know,
I respect the hustle. I'm not‐‐

‐ Hustle? No, no, no, no, no.
This ain't no hustle.

This is business.

Bona fide, my brother.
I keep receipts.

‐ Oh, word. You pay taxes.

‐ This is America.

What real businessman
you know pay taxes?

You know,
I already saw The Mack.

What else you got in there?

‐ That's what
I'm talking about, man.

‐ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
‐ Come on, now.

White Men Can't Jump.
Classic.

‐ Nah, nah, let me get that
can of soda right there.

‐ All right, I got you.

Yo.

‐ Hey, yo, now I really know
what it's like

to be in the white man's shoes,
know what I'm saying?

‐ Hey, my bad about, uh,
the sneak attack with Sha.

I knew if I was straight up,
you wouldn't have shown.

‐ Yeah, you right
about that shit.

‐ Hey, thing about it is,

y'all more alike
than you think, nigga.

Nah, that nigga ain't nothing
like me, son.

A'ight, you're mad different.

But yo, that's the point.

It ain't gonna always be
sunshine and flowers.

That don't make good music.

But competition does.

Battling all on the same track
for props.

Yo, like, um...

like "The Symphony"
or "Scenario."

Yo, both versions.

Tribe and Leaders
all on the same track.

Hey, yo, all them niggas
was doing

was trying to one‐up
each other.

And that's what make
that shit so hard.

Pressure makes diamonds,
you know what I mean?

‐ Yeah, maybe.

‐ Yo, so‐‐so what's
the problem, then?

Yo, don't‐‐don't tell me
you afraid, son.

What, you think he's gonna‐‐

Gonna eat you up
on a track or something, or‐‐

‐ Nah, son.
Nah.

That ain't got shit
to do with none of this.

I left Ohio to make music
or whatever, right?

But I roll with you, not Sha.

So until you understand that,
don't come for me, my nigga.

Shit, son.

Hey, are you paying?

‐ I'm sorry.
I‐I ain't got no cash, man.

Ah, shit.

Ladies and gentlemen,
in just a bit,

you will be able to view
the Statue of Liberty

from the left side
of the ferry.

But please no standing
or leaning on the railings.

Make sure you don't miss it.

You might never get
this chance again.
‐ Fuck.

Judy, Judy, you see this?

Take my picture.

Statue of Liberty's
right behind me.

‐ Yo.

You wanted to read the paper,

you could've done that
anywhere.

‐ Yeah, but I'm here, ain't I?

Showing up is half the battle.

‐ What about the other half?

I thought that was all you.

You the one that called
this meeting, right?

‐ Yeah.

I brought you here
to be a part of the solution,

not a part of the problem.

‐ Well, if I'm such a problem,
nigga, what you invite me for?

‐ I invited you here because
you're good in the streets.

You're good in the streets
because you a man of your word.

Even the most hardheaded nigga
can respect that.

You told me over the phone

that you were down
with the movement.

I need you to show that
to the others...

especially Sha.

‐ Hmm.

All right, bet.

‐ Bet.

‐ Hey, yo.

‐ D‐Lover.

‐ You said everything was
for sale, right?

Howdy, partner.

What can I get you‐‐
soda, quarter water?

‐ Hey, I'm good, yo.

I don't‐‐I don't fuck with that
chemical and fructose shit.

‐ No pork either, I take it.

God?

Maybe these will interest you.

You a part of the Nation?

‐ Yeah, I'm with the Nation...

nation of self.

Here to serve those
with knowledge of self.

‐ And this is what you do?

You sell shit to people
they don't want?

‐ Isn't that what we all do?

And there she is‐‐
Lady Liberty.

Take your photos now, folks.

Ticktock, ticktock.

‐ Excuse me, would you mind
taking a photo for us?

It's just a point‐and‐shoot,
but if you could just make sure

that it's in focus
before you press that button.

‐ You want flash or no flash?
‐ Try it with the flash.

Cheese.
‐ Here.

You know how long
before this ferry's
supposed to dock in Manhattan?

‐ Oh, the captain said
it would be 15 minutes

after we passed
Lady Liberty, so...

‐ All right.

I'm not having much luck. You?

Nope.

There had to have been
a better way than this.

Oh, yeah?

What would you have done
differently, 'Vine?

‐ I'm just saying,
it's a lot of work

chasing angry Black men around
on a boat.

And then you add in Power,
so it's like‐‐

‐ Hey, yo.

Yo, hold up‐‐
'cause you was all good

showing up knowing that Sha
was gonna be on the boat,

but you wanted to act like
you was gonna jump overboard

when you saw Power, nigga.

‐ No, I always give Sha a pass
because y'all go way back.

That's been your boy
ever since y'all
was shorties, huh?

‐ Yeah. You and Power, nigga,
go all the way back

to selling newspapers
on the Verrazano and shit.

‐ That was your man, 'Vine.

Or did you forget?

‐ Childhood memories
ain't always enough, Bobby.

‐ What about the future, 'Vine?

The ferry will be docking
in Manhattan

in approximately 15 minutes.

You better get
your shit together, Bobby,

before these fools
get off the ferry.

‐ All right, yo, I'ma go.

That little
department store right there?

Yeah, you want me
to go over there with you?

Hey, yo, what the fuck
are you doing, son?

‐ What the fuck were you
about to do, huh?

Come on.
‐ Man, whatever.

Them niggas been
had it coming, son.

‐ Nah, nah, Power and Sha
ain't gonna do nothing to you.

Power gave Bobby his word, huh?

‐ Oh, so, what, his word
means so much to you now?

‐ He always kept it whether
we on good terms or bad.

‐ Damn.

You and Bobby both catch cases
and go soft.

This damn sure ain't
the 'Vine I rode for.

Look, I was
your right hand, son.

And when Bobby couldn't hold
shit down, I stepped up.

‐ And you know why I chose you
to be my right hand?

It's because you were loyal, D.

Yeah, see,
with brothers like you,

oh, it's "What you see
is what you get,"

but, you know, in the end,

I guess I just didn't see
everything, huh?

‐ Hey, yo,
what you trying to say?

‐ Why was it

when you were supposed
to be riding for me,

you went behind my back
and not only made the beef

worse with Power,
you got with my sister?

‐ So‐‐so what you saying?

I'm good enough for you to‐‐

you to ask me
to hold shit down,

but I ain't good enough
for Shurrie?

Nah, fuck all this shit.

Soon as this boat dock,
I'm out of here.

‐ We, uh‐‐we about to arrive
in Manhattan.

‐ You about to get off?

‐ Nah.

I don't know
about these other fools.

Looks like you staying, though.

I told Bobby
I'd meet with everybody,

and we ain't done that yet.

‐ I still can't believe
he asked you here.

‐ Well, maybe he know I got
something to offer, nigga.

He's smart like that.

‐ Yeah, he is.

And he's a pain in the ass.

‐ You know, when it come
to your family,

the D in DNA stand
for "determination," right?

‐ Nah, for real, remember‐‐

remember how you used
to always get in trouble

in Ms. Brenner's class,

and that shit used to always
happen to fall on a Thursday?

‐ Yeah, but wasn't that 'cause
you liked that girl, Evette,

who was always‐‐

who was always mouthing off
to the teacher?

‐ Nah, it's because on Friday,

the teacher would give us
the quiz.

All right, look, so I would get
the answer key off her desk

in detention, right,
you know what I'm saying?

Bring that shit home,

figure it out,
you know what I mean?

And I'll sell that shit for $5

to all the kids
in the playground
before the quiz.

‐ Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
‐

‐ No, I remember
your little playground hustle.

‐ Right. Right.

And then when Ms. Brenner
tried to bust me,

you took the rap for that shit.

Remember that?
‐ Mm, yeah.

Nigga, you got suspended
for a week.

‐ And my ass hurt for a month
after my moms whupped me.

‐ But why'd you do it, though?

‐ What do you mean, why?

Well, because in order for you

to, you know,
pull that shit off,

you had to figure out
the answers, which you did.

You know,
you needed to be in school,

so, you know, I took the hit.

‐ And?

‐ Well, and...

and because you were helping
the rest of us pass the class

when the teacher was rooting
for us to fail.

So you took one
for the greater good.

‐
‐ A'ight.

You and Bobby
cut from the same cloth.

‐ You know...

you know, when I was, um‐‐
when I was up

in that building...

scrubbing urinals
and, uh, polishing floors...

‐ Mm‐hmm.

‐ I would look out the window
and see the ferry,

with all the people
coming into the city

that had more opportunities

than anywhere else
in the world.

So I would imagine
I was someone on that ferry,

you know, heading to the city‐‐

no, no, no, heading to the city
for the first time

for, like, a‐‐
for a fresh start.

‐ Yeah.

‐ But, you know,
I could never figure out

what that start
would be for me.

But now, you know,
I'm sitting here...

It couldn't be
any more clearer.

‐ Hmm.

Attention,
ladies and gentlemen,

the ferry will be arriving
into Manhattan shortly.

Please make sure you have
all your belongings

and make your way toward the
exits

at your earliest convenience.

He's part of this plan,
too, you know what I'm saying?

Yeah, I mean...

Remember‐‐remember, uh...
what was her name?

‐ Well, we gotta‐‐hold that.
We gotta go talk.

Have y'all seen Sha?

‐ Sha's good.
I talked to him.

‐ A'ight.

Still can't seem
to find Dennis.

Trying to help me out?

‐ Ah, you know how D gets

when he feels like
he's being cornered, so...

you gonna be doing
enough talking.

Get your mental right,
take a break,

and I'll go talk
to Dennis, okay?

‐ A'ight.

You really think D‐Love
is gonna stay on this boat?

You think he's gonna listen
to anything you say?

Yo, that fool's crazy.

‐ Dude's talented, huh?

‐ Yeah, he a'ight.

‐ Look, you know, I didn't mean
to pop off about Shurrie.

I was just‐‐
‐ Yo, Shurrie and Infinite

is the most important things
in my life.

And ain't nothing gonna happen
to them on my watch.

You can be salty about it
if you want to,

but that don't change the fact
that I love your sister.

‐ My sister, the baby, it...

it just makes it more official.

But you always been
my brother, D,

always.

So, you know,
if you're gonna leave,
I'm gonna leave with you.

Listen, I'm not asking you
to squash everything.

Just‐‐just come and hear
what Bobby has to say,

know what I mean?

‐ Yeah, a'ight.

Time to Staten Island
is 30 minutes.

During docking, please stay
off the stairs and ramps

until the ferry
has come to a stop.

Are you ready
for this shit, son?

‐ Okay.

I invited everybody here
on this boat

because, like Noah,
in order to get on the Ark,

you got to believe
there's gonna be a flood.

Niggas thought Noah was crazy
for building that damn boat,

but he kept building that shit.

And he invited everybody
he loved on board,

including every damn animal
known to man.

Now, for us...

the flood ain't‐‐
ain't the water, yo.

It's the drug game.

It's prison.

It's having to be the man
of the family way too early.

It's society telling us

that we shouldn't want
for more.

But the ark can save us
from all that bullshit.

Us on this boat,
trying to figure out our shit,

it's the only way we can get
to dry land

and a better future.

Noah and them brothers were
on that boat for over a year.

I'm just asking y'all
for 30 minutes.

‐ Seems reasonable to me.
‐ Me too.

‐ Yeah, but how you gonna have
the lion and the fucking elk

on the same ark, son?

‐ I'll show you

who the fucking elk is
right now, nigga.

‐ You the one
that's limping around

like a wounded fucking animal,
my nigga.

Why don't you come over here

and show me
what the fuck is up, son?

‐ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
‐ Nah, shh.

‐ You think you the only one
that's ready for war?

‐ Hey, hey, hey, hey, we ain't
on that shit right now, yo!

‐ Roll with your man, son.

‐ Yeah, like Sha roll
with you, nigga?

Shut the fuck up back there.

‐ I was just finishing
what you started.

‐ What I started, nigga?
‐ It wasn't personal.

‐ Hey, yo, Power, chill.
Chill. What the fuck?

Hey, yo, chill! Hey, chill!
‐ What you mean what up?
I got it in my hand!

‐ Hey, yo. Yo.

No, no, no, shut the fuck up!

‐ Yo, everybody
shut the fuck up, yo!

Chill, nigga!
‐ Yo, shut the fuck up, yo!

In the name of Allah.

Music, yo...

it brought me here,
you here, all of us.

D‐Lover...

my ace.

You love my sister.

Y'all made
a beautiful baby together.

But despite all that,
you still left Ohio

to come to New York
to make music with me,

because you know
music is the only way

you can support your family
in a way that you see fit.

My other ace‐‐

'cause there's more than one
in a deck, niggas‐‐

you left the streets

because you know
your shit is nice.

And yet you still get blasted?

You can't take
that risk anymore, son.

You're better than that.

The provider of my family...

a felon with no job,

but a smart‐ass
business mindset.

How the fuck you think
you gonna get a job now, huh?

How easy do you think
that's gonna be?

I mean, why even try to...

fight the rat race
already stacked up against you?

We both know you deserve
better than that.

And the king of the hill...

this nigga always talking
about how other niggas

got expiration dates.

What about you, yo?

You cut from a different cloth,

as much as you hate
to admit it.

You're on the same boat
as Dennis,

because you know that drug shit
does have an expiration date‐‐

either jail or death.

And the way you been living...

I know you don't want either.

Don't none of us want to talk
about this shit.

But most of us motherfuckers
grew up without fathers.

And that's not our fault,

even though it sure as hell
can feel like that sometimes.

We thought being men

came from the love
that we gave to the streets.

Now we have each other.

And there's no way to win
a war with each other,

because if one of us goes down,
we all lose.

Every nigga in this cypher
made mistakes

by doing right by the streets
instead of each other.

Now, it's time
to let that shit go.

You feel me?

I tried to do this shit
by myself,

and I failed.

We're playing a rigged game.
It's true.

But we can beat this shit.

In chess, all the pieces
got to move in unison.

You can't have the knight
doing one thing,

the rook doing another.

If we want to checkmate
this industry,

we need all the pieces.

‐ That's what we are to you‐‐
some fucking pieces?

‐ No, I'm saying...

Y'all are my brothers.

And I love y'all niggas.

I need y'all, man.
I can't do this without you.

All of you.

And I'm not just talking
about the niggas

standing in front of me today.

I'm talking Meth's ill flow,

GZA's lyrics,

U‐God's booming voice,

the way Deck be slicing
other MCs,

and Ason...

shit, Ason's like the‐‐
like the fucking surprise

at the bottom
of the Cracker Jack box.

You dig?

Once we get all them pieces...

The whole industry will know...

that Wu‐Tang Clan...

ain't nothing to fuck with.

The ferry will be docking
in Staten Island shortly.

Thanks for riding with us.

‐ Yo, Bobby...

or do I call you RZA now?

‐

Whatever, nigga.

Are you gonna find yourself
a name, too?

‐ I think I got an idea.

Shit crazy.

Been gone for a minute,
but shit still look the same.

Staten Island.

‐ Nah, son.

This ain't Staten Island.

It's Shaolin...

The wells from which
all kung fu springs.

To survive must now be taught

to more young men.

We must expand,
get more pupils,

so that the knowledge
will spread.

♪ It's Wu, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Wu‐Tang, motherfuckers ♪

♪ It's Wu, motherfuckers ♪

♪ A Wu‐Tang, motherfuckers ♪

♪ It's Wu, motherfuckers ♪

♪ A Wu‐Tang, motherfuckers ♪

♪ It's Wu, whoa ♪

♪ It's Wu, motherfuckers ♪

♪ A Wu‐Tang, motherfuckers ♪

♪ It's Wu, motherfuckers ♪

♪ A Wu‐Tang, motherfuckers ♪

♪ It's Wu, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Wu‐Tang, motherfuckers ♪

♪ It's Wu, motherfuckers ♪

♪ And RZA ♪

Get on the line!