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♪ As soon as the bass
hits your dome ♪

♪ Snoop Dogg grabs the chrome
and gets in your system ♪

♪ Shootin' off rhymes
like a pistol ♪

♪ Fucking your clique off
with this blow ♪

♪ This ho, that ho
make me rich ♪

♪ Snoop Dogg, please,
won't you break that bi-atch? ♪

♪ I'm back in the game,
getting my dough ♪

♪ And fuck any motherfucker
that say it ain't so ♪

♪ Do it to 'em be young,
'cause I'm the real Dogg ♪

♪ You the hardest nigga
we numb ♪

♪ We shaking 'em off,
breaking 'em off ♪

♪ Shot him in his face
and now they taking him off ♪

♪ Here's a shout-out to those
with quad out ♪

♪ Fool, we should have got out,
now you gettin' popped out ♪

♪ I'm not out to diss,
but to get my chips ♪

♪ And smash, pass with cash ♪

♪ And blaze the spliff,
now pass the fifth ♪

♪ For real, nigga,
did you hear me? You heard ♪

♪ You ran up, you got served ♪

♪ Ain't that a trip?
What? ♪

♪ You need to get up off
of that bullshit, come on ♪

- ♪ Buck 'em, buck 'em
- ♪ Young beast to four green

♪ Dirty or clean, nigga,
the money is all green ♪

- ♪ Buck 'em, buck 'em
- ♪ Cock it back, you know me

♪ Every nigga look the same
behind a stocking cap ♪

♪ Buck 'em, buck 'em...

I'm not surprised
this road has ended.

I've been on this road
to nowhere for a while.

My name is Kool.
They say I'm a thug,

but I say I was made into one.

♪ Fuck, 2000, shit

♪ Still keeping
that shit gangsta ♪

♪ We keep it gangsta, dawg, yo ♪

♪ We keep it gangsta, dawg ♪

♪ Now all my killers
sing along, yo ♪

- ♪ We keep it gangsta, dawg
- ♪ Yo, yo

- ♪ We keep it gangsta,
dawg - ♪ All my motherfucking niggas ♪

- ♪ We keep it gangsta, dawg
- ♪ Yo, yo

- ♪ We keep it gangsta,
dawg - ♪ All my motherfucking bitches ♪

- ♪ We keep it gangsta, dawg
- ♪ Y'all know, y'all know

- ♪ We keep it gangsta, dawg
- ♪ Now sing along

♪ I click quick
'cause my temper is bad ♪

♪ My moms don't like that,
say I got my temper from my dad ♪

♪ When I was a young nigga,
I used to take things ♪

♪ Get locked in my cell
and daydream ♪

♪ Shit, I been locked down
since I was 18 ♪

♪ Deep in it, no beef in it ♪

♪ If it's beef in it,
I can't sleep in it ♪

♪ Grab the chrome, it's on,
let it be known... ♪

I'm fixin' to hit
some, nigga.

I'm fixing to roll this
up in here, nigga.

That's the only
kind you niggas eat.

You should be fucking with
right here,

this motherfuckin' bleezy,
for sheezy.

Two-one, that's what
they call this shit here

when you're down, nephew.
Two-one.

All right, watch this here.

♪♪ Yo, yo, it's
"K" double-"O" "L" ♪♪

♪♪ I'm out to get mail
I only know how to win ♪

♪♪ Boy, I don't know
how to fail ♪♪

♪♪ I'm in the colors now,
plan on being on S.L. ♪♪

♪♪ "B" twelve, me and my dawgs,
that's all we do ♪♪

♪♪ Ball in knot,
we call the shots all up in the drop. ♪♪

♪ What, what...

Whoo, dawg, whoo!

LaShawna,
what are you doing in my room?

Putting clothes on.

Girl, you've been trying
clothes on all day long.

Okay, Mom, what do you think?

- I think you look beautiful.
- And my hair?

- Your hair?
- You like my hair?

Mom.

It's beautiful, darling.

- Careful, you're gonna mess it up.
- Okay.

Is Kool here yet?

Is Kool here yet?
Yeah, Kool is here.

He's in the back yard with
his gangster rapper buddies.

- Mom, he is not a gangster.
- He's not? Then what is he?

- He's an artist.
- An artist?

If he was an artist,
he'd be in college.

You know college
isn't for everybody.

Then who's it for?

It's for me.
I'm going to college and Kool isn't.

What, so you want
to support a rapper?

- We'll support each other.
- You'll support each other?

You be nice to your new
son-in-law now.

Excuse me? Son-in-law?
I don't think so.

Darling, do you have any idea of the
life span of a rapper these days?

I don't want my daughter to
be a widow at 25 years old.

I want more for you.

I want you to marry
a doctor or a lawyer,

not some flaky artist.

- I like Kool.
- It's not that I don't like him.

I don't like
the company he keeps.

Now what did I tell you?

"If you want to see
your future tomorrow,

look at your
friends today."

Come on, girl, get
some sense about you.

Okay.

I love you, Mom.

I love you, too.
I love you, too.

You are my baby girl.

I'm still marrying Kool.

Hey, you guys had enough food?

Okay, Pee Wee,
this is Tammy and this is Sasha.

How are you ladies doing?

Let me ask y'all,

( stammers do... do
y'all kn-know... know...

What a menage-a-trois is?

Well, how about...
About just a foursome?

Well h-how about...
How about an orgy?

L-look here, let me
ask you a question.

- Have you ever did it to two men at once?
- Please.

What about one man at two?
It's a quarter till.

Hi, Mrs. Farrell.

Hello, Kool.

- Hey, Kool.
- How are you doing, Mr. Farrell?

Go ahead, Kool, ask her.

Ask me what?

Well, I was kind of
thinking that...

Yes, Kool, you can
have some food.

It's Kool's birthday next week

and he and his friends
are gonna go to Vegas.

No.

You are not taking
my daughter to Sin City.

Mrs. Farrell, I was just thinking it
could be a going-away present for her.

Since we're not gonna see each other
for a while, I was hoping that...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Back it up, okay?

If you really want
to give her a present,

the first-semester
schoolbooks are about $600.

Why, Kool, you can
pick the tab up for that.

Dad, you have some input
in this. Say something.

Yeah, well, I think that we sh...

It... it doesn't seem...

You don't want to
sleep on the couch tonight.

What happened to the big talk we
just had about compromising, Mom?

I am compromising.

Okay, Kool, you can
take her to a museum.

To a mu...?

You said he was an artist.

Your mom is mean, man.

Say, Harold, how about some
of those baby back ribs, man?

Aw, man, you ate up
half the pig already.

- This is my last time.
- Damn.

I promise.

Dawg, let me get
some potato salad.

- You know I got you, baby.
- Good looking out.

Where are you going
when you leave here?

Man, we need to get
a hotel room,

me and you go do something,
you know what I'm saying?

- Shit.
- You with that?

- All these hos?
- For sure, for sure.

Young Joe Dawg.

- What's up with you, baby?
- Nothing.

- What are you drinking?
- Some Kool-Aid. You want some?

- No, thanks.
- Christopher,

now, you know only grown
folks drink in my house.

Sorry, Auntie.

Man, Joe, you're gonna
get us caught, man.

Let's get up out of here.

Watch out for the lawman.

What's up, dawg?
How's the policing business going, baby?

Saint, what the hell
are you doing here?

What am I doing here?

This is a neighborhood
barbecue, ain't it?

Everyone is invited.

You know something, nigga?

I remember back in the day
we used to be friends, boy.

You must have me confused
with someone else, Saint,

'cause you and I
were never friends.

Why are you trying to embarrass
me in front of my girls, man?

Fake K-Mart, rent-a-cop
motherfucker.

Yeah, I'll catch you
later, Saint.

Remember, in a fight,
as in life,

you've got to have the
courage and the discipline

to go with the energy,
not against it.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, sir.

Because if you go
against the energy,

you might wind up
living on the dark side.

Remember, respect all
and fear none.

- Okay? Any questions?
- No, sir.

Salute.
Thank you.

Before we close today,
I have a very special promotion.

Kool, right here.

Okay, down.

Everybody down with us.

Your father and I
grew up in this art.

We got our black belts on
the same day from Mr. Parker.

This is a very special moment.

Thank you.

In Kenpo, when a brown
belt becomes a black belt,

a boy becomes a man.

Today you're a man.

I know how proud
your father would be.

This was also a gift from
Mr. Parker to your father

many, many years ago.

I think it's time you had it.

Bow and touch your
forehead to the belt

and pick it up.
It's yours.

♪♪ We thugs,
what, you ain't heard of us? ♪♪

♪♪ Man, we motherfucking
murderers ♪♪

♪♪ Nigga, we thugs,
a million dollars easy to touch ♪♪

♪♪ 'Cause us niggas
ain't scared to bust ♪♪

♪♪ We thugs,
what, you ain't heard of us? ♪♪

♪♪ Man, we motherfucking
murderers ♪♪

♪♪ Nigga, we thugs,
a million dollars easy to touch ♪♪

♪♪ 'Cause us niggas
ain't scared to bust ♪♪

♪♪ We thugs,
what, you ain't heard of us? ♪♪

♪♪ Man, we motherfucking
murderers ♪♪

♪ Nigga, we thugs,
a million dollars easy to touch ♪♪

♪ 'Cause us niggas
ain't scared to bust

♪ We thugs,
what, you ain't heard of us?

Like a man, nigga.
He didn't handle his business

like he used to, bro.
Nigga ain't whipping ass, bro.

Tyrel, you ain't gonna keep talking
shit about my nephew Tyson like that.

Brother, nigga bite
nigga's ears and shit.

Hey, he should have

put his ear in that
motherfucker's mouth.

Man, fuck that. You ain't supposed to
bite nobody's ear while you're boxing.

Look at this... this
motherfucker here.

Damn, I wonder what
that shit feels like.

What's up, boss?

That nigga's
name is Saint.

He got everything...
Money, power, bitches.

I guess he's fixin'
to take over our hood.

Man, I sure wish I knew
what that felt like.

Shit, we rob his ass,
we'll see what it feels like.

Y'all check this out.
Check this out. Check this out.

There he go.

♪♪ I need money,
mo' money, mo' money... ♪♪

Kool, it's all right, but the beat
is bumping like a motherfucker.

- Turn it up a little bit. - You know
what's wrong here, the problem is?

Y'all niggas be hating. Y'all need
to give some niggas props, dawg.

- Never. - Y'all niggas know
my rap's the bomb, dawg.

Why don't you all say
my rap's the bomb?

Your rap's the bomb.

- What's up, LaShawna?
- So are you, baby.

A-ain't that cute?

Ghetto-ass Homeo and Luliet.

That's Romeo and Juliet.

You know, Pee Wee,
if you would start cracking a book

and spend less time picking a crack
in your ass, you might know that.

- You ready to go?
- Yeah, I'm ready to break this spot.

- What the fuck you doing, nigga?
- Hold up, dawg, play that shit.

I tell you all, fellas,
it's about time I gotta leave.

Peace, niggas.

Does that mean we can't
listen to your beat?

No, it just means
you gotta get your own.

Say, Kool, I heard you
wanna be on motherfucking

"Star Search"
or something, nigga.

You gonna be like Vanilla
Ice, you motherfucker.

That boy's in love.

Something wrong with him.

You remembered.

Happy birthday, baby.

Aww.

Make a wish.

What'd you wish for?

A chance to finally
take you on a real date.

When do you think
that's gonna happen?

When I can get my mama
to let you in the door.

So until then, you're just
taking advantage of me.

I'd be happy to let you
take advantage of me.

I want to.

Good.

What's this?

It's an amulet.

Master Keaton gave it to me.

It means to always be
true to myself.

I'll always be
true to you, baby.

Me, too.

What the fuck are you doing?

I told you not to show
your face around here.

Saint sent me.
He wants to know

what's happening with this cat
that I'm meeting with tonight.

There is no meeting tonight.

What?

I just found out that this guy's an
undercover cop in the Rampart Division.

Is that right?

Yeah.

Well, there is gonna be
a meeting tonight

and you'd better be there.

Homicide.
Detective Mack speaking.

So you're writing
a new song?

It's called
"LaShawna's Groove."

I want to hear it.

No, you can't hear it right now.

What do you mean I can't
hear it right now?

When it's time.
But it's the bomb, baby.

I ain't gonna lie.

It's gonna get us out of here.

One day I'm gonna
get you everything.

I'm gonna spoil you rotten...

Fur coats, diamond rings,

Rolls-Royces, Bentleys.

I don't need nothing
but you, Kool.

I want to get us
out of here, man.

It's only right.

Don't you understand?

Make sure my house has
a field of sunflowers.

- God.
- Hold up.

Coming, man.
Hold up.

Damn.

- Come on, dawg.
- Hey, you by yourself, dawg?

- I'm with my girl. - Man,
it's Pee Wee. He's gone crazy tripping.

- Come on, bro.
- What's going on?

We gotta go handle this shit.
Fuck all that. Let's go, bro.

Give me a minute.
I'll be out in one minute.

Yo, babe, that was Tyrell
and them at the door.

I heard. Go see
about your friend.

I don't want you walking
home by yourself, though.

I'll be fine.
Go on.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

That's why I love you.

- Call me later.
- All right.

- See you later, all right?
- Yeah.

Hey, buddy, how's it going, man?

- It's all right. How are you?
- All right.

You got the stuff
we talked about?

Yeah, I got it.

You got the cheddar?

The what?

The money, fool.

I have the money.
I have the money right here.

Yeah?

Just remember our deal.

Help me.
Help me.

- My God.
- Help me. Stay with me.

Okay, okay, you just hold on.
My God.

- Stay calm. I'll go get help.
- Stay with me.

- My God. My God.
- My wallet. My wallet.

What do you need?
What? I got it.

- Get my wallet.
- I got it. Okay. I got it.

Here you go. Here.

My God, you're a cop.

Is that your daughter?

She's beautiful.

Okay, okay.
Here.

You're all right.

Who did this to you?
Who did this?

Hang on.
Hang on, all right?

- I'm cold.
- Here. Here.

God, just hold on, all right?
Hold on. You're gonna be fine.

My God.

It was
that moment... just that quick,

everything changed.
In the hood, things can turn on a dime.

Hey, hey, hey, lady, lady,
where are you going?

Hey, lady, stop. Hold it.

Freeze!
Lady, freeze!

Get away from the door!
Hands up!

Freeze!
Hold it right there!

Mama, mama, mama!

- Don't move. Don't move.
- Mama!

- I need everyone to step out of
the house slowly. - No! No! No!

- Step out of the house.
- No!

All right, now slowly
turn around

- and put your hands up on the wall.
- Are you all right?

- Ma'am.
- What did she do?

- I'm gonna tell you, ma'am.
- Wait a minute, what did she do?

Please do what I say.

Slowly turn around and
put your hands on the wall.

- Joseph, go get Kool. Go.
- Hold it right there.

- Just stand still. Don't move.
- Joseph!

- Kool! Kool!
- Ma'am, again,

turn around and put
your hands on the wall.

Okay, just relax.
Just calm down.

- What did she do?
- Just relax. No one's...

- What did she do? - I didn't do
anything, Mama. I don't know anything.

Ma'am, everything will be fine.
Just put your hands on the wall.

I'm not gonna let them hurt you.

No one is gonna
hurt anyone, ma'am,

if you please put your
hands on the wall slowly.

I was just trying to help him.

I didn't do anything, Mama.

I didn't do anything.

It's okay, baby.
It's okay.

It's okay.

I am not gonna
let them hurt you.

Mama.

Mama!

Ma'am.

- Ma'am, step back.
- I'll get you out of this.

Open it up.

Somebody get her.

In the car.

Get in the car.

Just relax.
Just relax.

Roberts.

Take her away.

I'm fine.
I'm fine.

Shawna! Shawna, wait!
Mama, why are they taking her?

Shawna! Shawna! Shawna!

Hey, hey. I got him.
I got him. I got him.

Hey, man, tell me what's
going on around here.

Why are these cops out here?

That's what I've been
wanting to ask you, Kool.

- What? - LaShawna just got
charged with murder one.

What?

Eddy, you know LaShawna could
never do nothing like this.

Yeah, I do.
What about you?

Eddy, you know LaShawna
her whole life.

You know what I mean?
Forever.

We boys. Right?

I guess we are friends, Kool.

I'd like to help you with this
one, but my hands are tied.

- It's not my case.
- Whose case is it?

This hard-ass white cop
named Tully.

Where can I find him at?

- That's him right there.
- Thanks, Eddy.

- Officer Tully.
- Yeah?

- I need to talk to you.
- Make an appointment.

- I need to talk to you now.
- I don't have the time.

- It's important, though.
- I don't have the time, son.

- What do you mean, you don't have time?
- You make the appointment

or you'll get in trouble here.
Goodbye.

Somebody tell
me what the fuck's going on.

Detective Division.
Hold, please.

Ma'am, I'm here to see
Detective Tully.

- Do you have an appointment? - No, but I
just seen him. He told me to come down here.

- Okay, well, have a seat. I'll tell him.
- I'm here to see my girl.

She don't belong in there.
She didn't do this.

You need to have
a seat. Okay?

I can't believe this shit.

If you don't have evidence,
you don't have a case.

Call me back when you got
something to say.

Jiminy, I can't believe it.

Come in.

Sorry to bother you, sir.
There's someone here to see you.

Do they have an appointment?

No, sir,

but she's insisting on
seeing the officer in charge

and I think you might
want to see this girl.

Okay, send her in.

- Thank you so much. I really
appreciate it. - My pleasure.

Hi. Look, okay,
I got charged with prostitution,

but it's not what it sounds like.
I'm not a prostitute.

I went to a bachelor party to do a
dance, and that's all I did.

I'm actually a college student.
And I went in there

and I danced around
and the guys...

Did you have sex with
any of the men there?

No, I didn't have sex
with any... I did nothing.

Let me show you what I did.
This is all I did.

I walked up to the guys.
I mean, they sat around...

This is while you're dancing?

Yeah, at a bachelor party,
you know, like this.

What else did you do?

Well, I took my top off.

Topless in the face.

And I do this thing with a dollar,
and that's when they arrested me.

What is that?

I put a dollar right there.

There?

There, and I...

I take it like this.

Okay, okay, okay,
that's good.

Okay, zip up.
I'm gonna give you my card.

I want you to call this
number after midnight

- and we'll have an interview, okay?
- All right.

- It's really important.
- I know it is.

- Okay.
- What's your name?

- I'm Roxanne.
- Roxanne, take care of yourself.

- And get a shirt.
- Okay, thank you.

- Cover that up.
- I really appreciate it. Thank you.

The pleasure is mine.

Man, I've been here
for over an hour.

Did you tell him I was here?

Yes, I told him.
And he'll get to you when he's ready.

- Please sit down.
- That's bullshit. I gotta go see him now.

Where you going? You're not
allowed back there. Wait a minute.

I've been waiting for two hours out here.
When the hell are you gonna help me?

- Sorry, sir. - You told me to
make an appointment and I made one.

- Come outside.
- Get this idiot out of here.

Man, Tully,
my girlfriend is innocent.

Just tell me what I gotta do.
I'll do anything.

- What's your girl's name?
- LaShawna... LaShawna Farrell.

- Come on, let's go.
- Let him go.

You gonna be all right, sir?

I'll be fine.

Have a seat.

- So that's your girl?
- Yeah.

It'd be a shame to see
all that prettiness

get raped away in some
penitentiary up north.

- My girl didn't kill nobody.
- I don't know that.

The only thing I know
is two things...

One is what my men
saw in the alley.

- What's two?
- Instincts.

- Instincts?
- Yeah.

I have a feeling there's
someone new in town

that might be behind
this pile of shit

that you find your girl
and you standing in.

- I could be wrong.
- But what if you're right?

Then your girl goes free.

Then why don't you just
go bust his ass?

You got all these cops here.
Take your men and just go bust their ass.

That's good.
Why didn't I think of that?

Problem is, I don't have enough
evidence to pin murder on him.

Just instincts,
and they're never wrong.

- Never?
- Never.

I need to find somebody
to get down with his crew

so the crew will trust him.

Do you know who that
someone might be?

What's their name?

Saint.

Saint?

- Ring a bell?
- Yeah, I've seen him before

and I don't think
you want to fuck with him.

Yes, I do.

♪♪ It's like a jungle
sometimes, it makes me wonder ♪♪

♪♪ How I keep from going under,
I keep from going under... ♪♪

♪♪ How I keep from going under,
how I keep from going under ♪♪

♪♪ Random deaths on the block,
young nigga packing Glocks ♪♪

♪♪ Picture me a TRU nigga,
visualizing fools dying quicker ♪♪

♪♪ Murder murder's in the heart
of every killer ♪♪

♪♪ Take a look into his eyes,
it's evidence of a homicide ♪♪

♪♪ Life's getting tooken faster
than the egg leave the womb ♪♪

♪♪ Consider me in danger,
'cause I know I'm dying soon ♪♪

♪♪ 25 years' incarceration
if I pull it ♪♪

♪♪ Bring the yellow tape,
niggas can't overcome my bullet ♪♪

♪♪ It's like a jungle
sometimes, it makes me wonder ♪♪

♪♪ How I keep from going under,
I keep from going under ♪♪

♪♪ It's like a jungle
sometimes, it makes me wonder ♪♪

♪♪ How I keep from
going under... ♪

Hi.

- How are you doing?
- Not so good.

It's scary, you know?

But I'm innocent.

I know.

They can't keep me
in here forever, right?

I don't know what
they're gonna do.

But I think I found
a way to get you out.

- I'm gonna get you out.
- What are you talking about?

- I can't tell you right now.
- What do you mean, you can't tell me?

- I just can't tell you right now.
- Kool, I'm innocent.

The police will find that out
and they'll let me go, right?

Right?

They will.
I know they will.

So you just keep
your hands clean.

You hear me?

- Look, LaShawna, I can't...
- No, listen.

You're a good person.
You stay that way.

You hear me?

LaShawna, I can't keep you
in jail like...

Just promise me you'll stay
a good person, Kool.

But I don't know if I can
promise you this.

I don't know.

You know,
I never could understand

how LaShawna could care
more about me than herself.

She was like that.

But I couldn't stand to
see her locked up in jail.

I just had to do something to get her out.
I just had to.

Make sure she doesn't
say anything

until we find her
the right lawyer.

But I don't know why.
She's got nothing to hide.

- She told them everything she knows.
- And?

And it's like the whole
system doesn't work anymore.

I mean, you see her...
A black girl

with a little cop blood on
her... a white cop at that.

The man's trying to hang
her, throw away the key.

- You know she was only trying to
save his life. - I understand that,

but, see, that's why we've got
to find her the right lawyer.

I've got a friend.
Now just let me make a phone call.

Hey.

How come you're not ready?

I'm not going.

Baby, what do you
mean, you're not going?

I can't.

I can't stand to see my
daughter in some jail cell.

Look, Dee,

this is hard on me, too.

I need you.

She needs you.

Do you know what today is?

What today is?
Today...

God, college.

- College.
- College.

After all your hard work,
our hard work,

our daughter should be
in a college dorm,

not some jail cell.

I can't.

You want to see her... you go.

I can't see her today.

- Not today, baby.
- All right.

Okay, you go. Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

- What did he say? - I just hung up
with him. He's gonna help us out.

Great. Yes!
So when can we go see her?

Well, he'll be available
for us in a couple of days.

Man, I can't wait
a couple of days.

Shawna's locked up.
I gotta get her out, man.

Shawna's in jail.
I can't...

Look, Kool, this guy is
really a big-time lawyer.

He's gonna help us.
He's gonna be able to get her out.

He said that?

No, he didn't say that,

but look, we're kind of
caught in the loop here.

You know, this is just the
way that the system works.

All right, hold it.
Break! Back up.

Dave, do you mind stepping out?
Come on in.

Come on, Kool.
This will be good for you.

Come on, we'll work out.
We'll get your mind off it a little bit.

Come on. Is it all right with
you, Mohammed?

- It's all right.
- Okay, fighting stance. Come on.

Come on, get in
a fighting stance.

You ready?

Fight!

Break!
Back up.

Are you all right?
Come here.

What's the matter with you?

You know better
than to do that in here.

Man, fuck this shit.

Just tell me what I gotta
do, man.

To get my girl out,
I'll do anything.

Look at this.
This looks like a phone,

but it's not.
It's a recorder.

So, you will go in, punch power,

and you will record
their conversations.

We'll get a confession
on clear tape

then we'll bust him.

This is gonna be a piece of cake.
We got your back.

So if I do this,
I get my girl back?

Don't worry about it.
We'll get her out.

Yeah, it'll help
getting her back.

Come on, let's go.
Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go.
You got the keys to the car?

♪♪ It's like a jungle
sometimes, it makes me wonder ♪♪

♪♪ How I keep from going under,
I keep from going under ♪♪

♪♪ It's like a jungle
sometimes, it makes me wonder ♪♪

♪♪ How I keep from going under,
I keep from going under ♪♪

♪♪ It's like a jungle
sometimes, it makes me wonder ♪♪

♪♪ How I keep
from going under... ♪♪

Tully, I don't think
I can do this.

Those guys up there, man...
They're killers.

They already killed a cop.
Think they won't take me out?

If you don't follow
through with this order,

your girlfriend
is gonna end up dead,

killed in prison.

Shit, it's Ribbe.

Yeah? Who is he?

I've been knowing him
since I was 12.

What else?

He's a friend
of LaShawna's, too.

He was like a close friend of
ours till he started for Saint.

He's sure to recognize us.
We better call this off.

- I don't think it's gonna work.
- Shut up. I'll take care of it.

Open the glove box and
hand me what's in there.

What are you gonna do with this?

Act nonchalant.
I'm gonna do my job.

- You got a cigarette?
- Say what?

- You got a cigarette?
- Yeah, sure, man.

What?

- You killed him!
- Cigarettes will fucking kill you.

What you did?

This gun has your
fingerprints all over it.

That makes you the killer.
That's life without parole.

If you don't get your ass in there
and do what you're ordered to do,

you're going away
for a long time.

This is bullshit.

We'll see you when you're done.

Fucking pig.

Here we go, baby.
We whipped that ass, didn't we?

Yo, man, where's Saint?
All right.

- Yo, Saint.
- Hey, hey, where are you going, man?

- Where are you going?
- I need to talk to Saint, man.

- No, that ain't happening, partner.
- It's cool. It's cool.

- I need to talk to you.
- About what?

I got some business.

He wants to talk to me
about business.

He wants to talk
about some business?

What kind of business
you got, man?

I want to be down with you.

- I want to get paid.
- You want to get paid?

Don't sound like you
want to do no business.

Sounds like you want me to
do you a motherfucking favor.

- Come on, let's go.
- I don't want no trouble.

I just came to talk to Saint.

Well, you're gonna get
some trouble, motherfucker,

if you don't get
the fuck out of here.

Go easy on him, T.

♪♪ What you wanna do?

So you're Kool?

Braxton's little brother?

So I see you know how to fight.

Yeah, I know how to fight,

but I don't really like to.

What else do you know?

I know you just had a cop
knocked off.

Yeah? How do you
know that?

It's the word on the street.

Word on the street?

Yeah, I did.

So you really want to be
down with me, nigga?

Tell you what,

Meet me tomorrow
at 4:30...

The corner of 27th and Adams.

Fish warehouse...
You know where that is?

Yeah.

All right, Kool.

See you then.

Okay.

If I got
with this motherfucker Saint,

I knew I'd be one step closer
to getting LaShawna out

and that's all I wanted.

What happened?

It's not enough.

What you mean, it's not enough?

It's not enough.
There's too much garbage on the tape.

You can't hear it properly.

You told me all I needed was a confession.
I got you a confession.

Now it's not enough.

You didn't get
a clear confession.

What you need to do is get down

and get close to him
so he'll trust you.

Catch him in the act of doing something.
Then we can put him away.

I cannot get down with this man.
To get close to him is impossible.

That's your job.

You're not helping
your girl at all.

As a matter of fact,
I think you should go see her right now.

She's not in very
good condition.

Officer Roberts,
why don't you take him?

- What wrong with my girl?
- Come on, let's go see her.

Kool, what are you doing here?
Something wrong?

- What'd they do to you?
- What are you talking about?

Officer Tully said you were
in some kind of condition.

Officer Tully?
Why were you talking to a cop?

- LaShawna, what'd they do to you?
- They didn't do nothing.

What's all the shit
he's talking about?

LaShawna, look at me.

I'm pregnant, okay?

I'm pregnant with your baby.

I didn't want
to tell you like this.

I didn't want to tell you we
were gonna be a family in jail.

Pregnant?

I can't let you
have our child in jail.

Kool, wait.

Where are you...?
Kool. Kool. Kool.

Where are you going?

I knew
she was afraid for me,

but I was more afraid for her...

Afraid of her living the rest
of her life like a caged animal.

And my child, my little child...

♪♪ It's like a jungle
sometimes, it makes me wonder ♪♪

♪♪ How I keep from going under,
I keep from going under ♪♪

♪♪ It's like a jungle
sometimes, it makes me wonder ♪♪

♪♪ How I keep from
going under... ♪♪

30,000 barrels a day used to
move through this warehouse.

My father worked here
all his life, Kool.

I barely knew my father.
He moved away when I was five.

You know what I did
last month, man?

What?

I buried my father.

He died broke...

No retirement,

no savings.

This goddamn fish warehouse

broke his back
and left him nothing.

All they did was take and take.

After I put that nigga
six feet under,

- you know what I did?
- What?

I bought that motherfucker.

- You know why?
- Why?

Because I never want to forget

that a motherfucking fish
stinks from the head, Kool.

That's the first
rule of business

in running any organization.

Always get paid.

You know what I'm saying?
Always get paid.

Do you want to get paid?

Yeah.

Then you gotta help me clean
my organization of a bad fish.

What do you mean?

Bad fish's name is Willie.

I took over his neighborhood.

Motherfucker made his first
payment, but I'm sure it was short.

I need you to get my money.

It's your first test.

Can you pass it?

Yeah.

You got a gun?

Yeah, I got one.

I don't really believe
in violence myself.

But kill him if you think
it's necessary.

All right.
Let's do it.

Only thing I
wanted to do was get my girl out,

and the more evidence I get for
Tully, it's like it's never enough.

- Yo, Milo.
- He keeps pulling me in.

- What are you doing? Getting a suntan?
- What are you doing here?

- Where's your brother at?
- What the fuck do you want?

- You know smoking's bad for you?
- Fuck you, man.

Fuck you.

- Where's your brother at? Where's he at?
- He's inside.

- Where's he at?
- He's inside.

Get up.
I'm not playing with you.

Sit down.

Go get me another beer.

Bitch, did you hear me? I said go
get me another motherfucking beer.

Go cook me some food.
Do something.

Y'all motherfuckers is lazy.

Shit.

Lazy bitches.

Shh.

Got your beer, Willie.

What the fuck is
the matter with you, man?

You know what the fuck's the matter with
me, nigga. Where's Saint's money at?

- I ain't got no motherfucking money, man.
- You're wasting valuable time.

You know it takes a person four
minutes to die without air?

And three if they're panicking.
And this nigga panicking.

- So where the money at?
- I ain't got no motherfucking money.

Look, nigga, let's bust a deal. What the
fuck you want? Drugs? I got that shit.

Fuck drugs. I ain't gonna play no games.
Don't make me use this motherfucker.

Now get the fuck up
and get my money.

I'll tell you what,
I'll give you motherfucking money.

- Just take the bag off my brother's head.
- Fuck this nigga, bro.

I'm calling the shots, nigga.
I want my money, dawg.

Get my fucking money.
Come on, let's go, get up.

Come on.

I'm gonna tell you, nigga,
don't you fuck with Saint's money no more.

Now get out of here.

Breathe, nigga, breathe.
Breathe, nigga.

Breathe, my nigga.

Yeah.

No, we're not gonna make it
over there this evening.

Yeah.

Hey, look, I'm gonna
call you back, all right?

Mr. Kool, Mr. Kool,
what's up, baby?

- What's up? What's up? What's up?
- Good to see you.

- You want something to drink?
- What you got here?

I got vodka.
I got gin. I got rum.

What you want? Rum and Coke?
Vodka and cranberry?

What you want? Carrot juice?
What? What?

- Gin, fine.
- Get him a gin, man.

Gin and... you want
something in it?

You want tonic?
You want orange juice? What?

- Naw, gin straight.
- Straight gin, my man.

So you got something
for me, Mr. Kool?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Yeah, yeah.

I gotta tell you, boy,
you got steel in your heart.

I never thought
you'd pull this thing off.

And you know how you did it?
I didn't have to ask you twice.

See what I'm saying?
My man's a soldier.

I didn't have to ask him twice.
And you know what that tells me?

You got attitude, you got
courage, and you got guts.

Count this for me, baby.
You know what I'm gonna do?

Take you from being
a boy to a man,

and this is your first step.

You stick with me, nigga,

I'm gonna take you
from being a boy

to a motherfucking man.
You got me?

Sure.

Are you sure about
tomorrow morning?

Tomorrow morning, man.
Tomorrow morning at the fish warehouse.

They're gonna be there. Y'all should
be there and make the bust, man.

We'll do our job. We'll do our job.
We'll do our job.

♪ Everybody wants to be
a mob figure ♪♪

♪♪ It takes more than soldier
gear to be a soldier, nigga ♪♪

♪♪ Boy, you ain't a gangster
unless you're down to ride, ♪♪

♪ Silkk the Shocker,
made man, GC, wise guy ♪♪

♪ Every nigga wants
to be a gangster ♪♪

♪♪ It takes more than slinging guns
to be a motherfucking thug... ♪♪

I couldn't believe it.

I was setting up the biggest
motherfucker in town.

Tully wanted him bad.
And I didn't want nothing to do with it,

but I knew if I wanted to get LaShawna
out, I had to help him.

All right, right here.
Pack it up.

Yo.

It's a setup.
Get out of there.

The cops are coming.
Get the fuck out of there.

Yo, put that shit away.
Five-O! Five-O!

Maurice, let's roll, baby,
let's roll.

Hey, you there, stop!

Stop right there!

Maurice, let's go.
Come on, come on, come on.

Shit.

Freeze! Stop!

Shit.

Freeze right there!

Aw, shit.

Freeze!
Hands in the air! Don't move!

Hold it. Don't move.

Freeze!
Put your hands on your head!

Freeze!

Stop where you are!
Don't move!

You are surrounded.
Stop right there!

Hey, hey!

Get him on the other side!
Move, move, move, move!

Move it, move it, move it.

Hold it.

Aw, fuck.

- Yo, Kool.
- What up, Pee Wee?

I got some tickets to P's concert tomorrow.
You down, right?

- No, I ain't gonna make it. - What
the fuck you mean, you can't make it?

- I got plans, nigga.
- What kind of plans you got

where you can't come
hang out with your boys?

Kool.

I told you, dawg,
my girl gets out tonight.

How-how the fuck
is your girl getting out tonight?

I found a way, nigga.

Hey, yo, Kool, what the fuck
is wrong with you, man?

For real,
what the fuck did you do?

I dropped the dime on Saint.

I made a deal with the cops.

You're the motherfucker
that dropped that dime?

Keep your mouth closed, nigga.

I dropped a dime on the nigga.
My girl's getting out tonight.

Keep your mouth closed.

Open the door.

LaShawna Farrell?

Yeah.

I'm Officer Mack Stevens.

I want you to come with me.

I'm getting out?

Get the fuck in.

What are you doing?

What?

- I...
- Shut the fuck up.

- What's going on?
- Shut the fuck up!

You don't talk. I do the talking.
You got that?

- What the fuck did he tell you?
- What are you talking about?

I'm talking about that guy in the alley.
What the fuck did he say?

- He was dying.
- What did he say before he died?

- He didn't say anything. He was dying.
- That's bullshit.

- What are you doing?
- Don't you fucking lie to me.

- You're a cop. - Don't you
fucking lie to me, you lying bitch!

God damn it, get up!
Get up!

- What do you want? - Listen,
I'm gonna beat the holy shit out of you

if you don't tell me what happened.
Now what the fuck happened?

- Nothing happened.
- What the fuck happened?

You'd better fucking talk to me.

- Now what did you tell Kool?
- What are you doing?

- Don't fucking lie to me. Don't you
fucking lie to me. - What are you doing?

Look, you little fucking whore,
you talk to me right now.

- What the fuck did he say to you?
- He didn't say anything.

- What the fuck did he say to you?
- I don't know.

I'll beat the fucking shit out of you.
You got that?

What did you say to him?

I didn't say anything to Kool.
He doesn't have anything to do with this.

God damn you, you lie
to me one more time...

I wonder what
she was thinking at that moment.

She was the one who always
believed in justice.

So did I, till then.

I couldn't understand it.
Why my girl?

That just proves it...

There's no justice
in this world.

It's the world that
I'm losing faith in, fast.

- Next.
- Excuse me, ma'am.

- Excuse me, she is next.
- Ma'am, this is important.

I need to see LaShawna Farrell.

She's my girl.
She's getting out tonight.

You can't see this prisoner
without an appointment.

What do you mean, I can't see
her without an appointment?

She's supposed to be
getting out.

I'm sorry. Apparently she's not
available for visitors anyway.

- It looks like she's in the infirmary.
- For what?

I'm sorry, sir,
that's all I can tell you.

Ma'am, you're trying to tell
me my girl's in the hospital

- and y'all ain't gonna tell
me the problem? - Nelson.

- That's all I can tell you. - Don't you
think somebody should tell me something?

Sir... Nelson, get him
out of here.

- I'm not going away till somebody
tells me something. - Next.

- Let me go, man.
- Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

Yo, Eddy, Eddy, LaShawna's
in the infirmary.

- Yeah, I know.
- I need you to help me, man.

Can you get me in?
I need to see her.

Okay, I'm gonna see
what I can do for you.

- Just wait right here a minute and
let me take care of it. - Thanks, Eddy.

Come on now.
Yeah, you just happened

to grab the purse on the way
down to the ground, didn't you?

- He's with me.
- Okay.

- Okay, great.
- Dr. Carlson, he needs to see his girl.

She's in no condition to see anybody, guys.
She's been severely beaten.

And she just really... I said she's
in no condition to see anybody.

LaShawna.

LaShawna, baby, what happened?

Hi, baby.

Who did this?

Who did this?

Tell me.

Who the fuck did this?

I lost the baby.

You still want me, Kool?

I'm sorry.

Nurse!

Yes, it's okay.
Okay.

- Don't just stand there. Help her.
- You gotta leave.

You need to get out of here
and let us do our job, okay?

- You can't stay here.
- No, I gotta stay by her, man.

Gotta go. Come on,
let the doctors do their work.

I couldn't believe it.

Right before my eyes,
she was just slipping away.

Her life, our life,
our baby's life...

My world was getting
completely destroyed

and I couldn't do
nothing about it.

Lord, amend unto Thee

the body, soul, and spirit

of our beloved
daughter and sister

LaShawna Farrell.

I ask that You let her
find peace in heaven,

peace that she could not
find on this here earth.

And we ask that You
make her truly happy

and safe within Your fold.

For those of you
who knew LaShawna,

she was a pillar in our society.

She was a girl that never
caused anyone any trouble.

She never caused anyone
any pain.

She was the beloved daughter

of Mr. and Mrs. Farrell.

From the dust we came,

to the dust we shall return.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Amen.

She was good.
She was a good girl.

Yeah, I still want you.

You! Because of you,
my kid is dead!

- You scum.
- She was my girl, too.

- Shut up. You shut up, trash.
- Come on, Delores.

Get out of here.
You are not wanted.

Get away from me.

Get away from me.
Stay away from my family.

- Trash. Trash!
- Come on, come on.

Kool, wait a second.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Can't you see I'm fine?

You're fine. They're fine.
Everybody's fine,

but LaShawna isn't, now is she?

I'm sorry. I know
how you must feel.

You don't know how I feel.
You don't know shit how I feel.

I appreciate you coming,
but you know what?

Some things I gotta do on my own.
I gotta take care of this shit on my own.

Wait a minute.
Don't do anything stupid.

Down!

I'm gonna get you.

Fuck you!

I'm gonna get you.

You come fuck with us?

What do you think you're living
in, the Old West?

You've endangered civilians.

You've caused hundreds
of thousands of dollars

of property damage,
wrecking cars.

God, what you've done
is inexcusable.

And that could put you
in jail for 20 years.

- 20 years?
- Yeah, think about it.

He was a bad cop.
You must have forgot.

- He came shooting at us.
- If I were you, I'd shut up.

You're in enough trouble.

Man, we thought we was
gonna find you out here.

- What's up, my nigga Kool?
- What's up, dawg?

Man.

Man, this shit
ain't right, dawg.

Life ain't right, man.
You know these motherfuckers

out here are playing
for keeps nowadays, feel?

You know what? It's about time I
started playing for keeps, too.

What are you
talking about, Kool?

It's time to get paid.
It's time to make some real money.

Nigga, you don't know
about playing hard.

And what do you know
about making real money?

You want to be
a rapper, remember?

Nah, nigga, that was then.

This is now.

Y'all niggas down?

Shit, nigga, you know
I'm down with you, Kool.

- I'm gonna need y'all to do
one thing for me. - Anything.

Round up all our boys.
We're having a meeting later.

Shit, we could meet now.

No, I got something
I gotta take care of now.

Y'all meet me later.

- Nigga, consider it done.
- Later.

I'll always miss you.

For sure.

Hey!

Girl Scout cookies,

right on time.

Where's the gun?

I'm a cop.
You're not gonna get away with this.

Say where the gun's at.

It's in the dresser,
second drawer.

Where do you keep
the luggage at?

Why do you want luggage?

I'm taking some
of these guns with me too.

I'm taking
all this shit with me.

- This is my gun collection.
- Fuck that.

Don't you think you owe me this?

Guns are replaceable.
Your life isn't.

♪ Started off as a street thug ♪

♪ Sneaking and thugging ♪

♪ In '89, I went to jail
for drugging and mugging... ♪

Man,
where the fuck you get them?

You ain't gotta worry
about all that.

I'm just saying, man,
w-where'd you get this?

What did I say, nigga?
You ain't got to worry about all that.

I got this inside connection
on this card game.

Homie says they bring,
like, 50 to 100 Gs a night.

The only thing I need to know

is if y'all niggas down with me.

Hu-hundred
thousand dollars?

Hell, yeah, I'm d-down.

Yeah, Kool, that nigga
was cool, dawg,

but, man, they got this lick
over by the Marina, man,

this warehouse... nigga's
got birds up in there, dawg.

We could leave up out of there
with at least two or three tickers.

All we need is some heat and we can take
these niggas out, dawg, I'm telling you.

Let's make it happen.

You know what?
Before we do all that,

I think we should make up
a name for ourselves,

because every g-great gang
got a great name.

I-I think we should
call ourselves

- Kool and the Gang.
- Shut the fuck up, stupid.

Nigga, shut the fuck up with
that Kool and the Gang bullshit.

We ain't no
motherfucking R&B group.

Nigga, we on fire!
Know what I'm saying?

If we that hot,
we should be the motherfucking Hot Boyz.

- A toast to the Hot Boyz, nigga.
- Hot Boyz, nigga.

- Hot Boyz, nigga.
- Hot Boyz, nigga.

That was the
point when I stopped believing,

because I had nothing else
left to believe in.

From now on, I was gonna
get justice my way...

- Let's make it happen, nigga.
- The Hot Boyz way.

♪♪ Gang, gang, gang, gang,
do the gangsta walk ♪♪

♪♪ Gang, gang, gang, gang, do the
gangster walk, gang, gang, gang, gang ♪♪

♪♪ I'm a motherfucking
gangster, nigga ♪♪

♪♪ I still make moves and smoke weed
with thug niggas, I love niggas ♪♪

♪♪ My drug-dealing days
in the past ♪♪

♪♪ But I never hesitate to kick
a young dumb nigga's ass ♪♪

♪♪ I call shots just like
I was the last don ♪♪

♪♪ You heard of TRU Records,
bitch, that's mine ♪♪

♪♪ My shit's hot,
not even all the ice in the North Pole ♪♪

♪♪ Could make my
motherfucking rhymes cold ♪♪

♪♪ And I'm ghetto like a bitch
trading food stamps for cash ♪♪

♪♪ I'm about to score
another bag... ♪♪

I
started not to give a fuck

about what nobody
thought no more.

We took the heat
we got from Tully

and started to take over
all of Saint's shit.

No more small time
for me and my boys.

Now we're moving up.

♪♪ Gangster walk,
do the gangster walk ♪♪

♪♪ You know my apparel,
double barrel with the hollow points ♪♪

♪♪ My young homie in the back
seat, he swallow joints ♪♪

♪♪ When the police get after,
we dipping on three wheels ♪♪

♪♪ Cup filled to the rim,
feather in my brim ♪♪

♪♪ Headed to a party
in the LBC ♪♪

♪♪ No Limit Soldiers
with the DPG ♪♪

♪♪ When me and my homeboys
step into the house ♪♪

♪♪ All the bitch-ass niggas
start breaking out ♪♪

♪♪ 'Cause you know
they know what's up ♪♪

♪♪ So we start looking for the
bitches with the big butts ♪♪

♪♪ Like her,
but she keep crying ♪♪

♪♪ "I got a boyfriend,"
bitch, stop lying ♪

♪♪ Punk-ass hooker
ain't nothing but a dyke ♪♪

♪♪ Suddenly I see some
niggas that I don't like ♪♪

♪♪ Cripped out, ripped out,
flipped out, they dipped out ♪♪

♪♪ Soon as they found out
who we all a-biz-out ♪♪

♪♪ Gangsta walk, gang, gang,
gang, gang, do the gangsta walk ♪♪

♪♪ Gang, gang, gang, gang,
do the gangsta walk... ♪♪

It's
like the more shit we took,

the better we got at it...

More money, more power,
more fame.

We was coming up,
and nothing could stop us.

♪♪ Sometimes I gotta bust a
nut, sometimes I won't ♪♪

♪♪ Check it, from the Crips to the
Bloods to the niggas selling drugs ♪♪

♪♪ Yet niggas pimp hoes
in the motherfucking clubs ♪♪

♪♪ I'm the G in "gangsta,"
the nigga that'll hang ya, ♪♪

♪♪ The ship that'll sink ya and
the bullet that'll bang ya ♪♪

♪♪ I'm the hour in a clock,
I'm the high on the rock ♪♪

♪♪ I'm the last motherfucker you
would ever want to stop, bitch ♪♪

♪♪ I'm rich, fuck rap,
I'll preach ♪♪

♪♪ Then have your bitch ass
working for me ♪♪

♪♪ I hit ya with a 187,
I'll shank ya ♪♪

♪♪ 'Cause I'm a motherfucking
gangsta, nigga ♪♪

♪♪ Gangsta walk, gang, gang,
gang, gang, do the gangsta walk ♪♪

♪♪ Gang, gang, gang, gang,
do the gangsta walk... ♪♪

Snake, I'm gonna give you one
chance to tell me where Mack is,

where he holding the dope and
where's the motherfucking money at.

- Man, I don't know what you talking about.
- You know how high up we is?

- Do you want me to drop your ass?
- Fuck this nigga.

Let's go ball, man.
Fuck this bitch-ass nigga, man.

♪♪ Gangsta, gangsta,
gangsta, gangsta... ♪♪

My ball.

Y-Your ball?

That went out on you.
You lost it.

Lost my ass, nigga.
That was a fucking foul.

F-Foul? What the fuck are you talking...?
You're tripping.

What is this, Pee Wee?
You're questioning me now?

No, I'm not questioning you.
I'm saying.

You go around getting
your ass kissed so much,

you forgot the people
who not to disrespect.

So I'm dissing you now?

Am I dissing him?

You know what?
I take care of you, nigga.

That's what I do.
I take care of you.

I'm saying, though, man,
I want to get treated fair.

I'm saying look how you're
living and look at me.

Where is my big-big
ol' beach house?

Where is my watch?
Where is my Mercedes?

Mercedes?

Man, you don't deserve
no motherfucking Mercedes.

What did you do to deserve a Mercedes?
Nothing.

I care after your ass.

Everything you do, you fuck up...

I take care of your
shit, clean it up.

Nigga, stop bitching
and play ball.

I-it's still out on you.

I don't
know who I can trust no more.

It seems like
I can't trust nobody.

I know I could trust Pee Wee.
I always could trust Pee Wee.

What was that shit you pulled
with Kool today, nigga?

Man, w-what are you
talking about?

W-we was out there
playing for money.

And when money's on the
line, I like to get serious.

Nigga, you know that ain't
what I'm talking about.

I'm talking about, nigga, me,
you, the rest of the homeboys...

We do the same motherfucking
job and we all get the same fee.

And you the only motherfucker
always crying like a bitch to Kool.

Nigga, shut the fuck up and
remember where you came from

and know where
we're trying to go.

♪ Once upon a time in the LBC ♪

♪ On the east side
off of 21 Street ♪

♪ There lived a young man,
Cinderfella's his name... ♪

Yo, what's up? Hey, you all
niggas, check this shit out.

I got the fucking word
on this nigga Saint.

This nigga get out
9:00 in the morning.

I say we wash the sidewalk with this
nigga, man, right then and there.

No, fuck Saint, dawg.
We're the Hot Boyz now.

What the fuck is he gonna do?

We're running the shit
and controlling this now.

Besides, nigga,
he ain't got no crew.

We ain't got nothing to worry about.
Nigga's through, man.

Shit, you know he can
put together a crew anytime.

We need to hit him before he hits us.
You know what I'm saying?

I hear what you're saying.
That's some real shit, dawg.

What do you want us to do, Kool?

I ain't gonna lie,
you know what we need to be doing,

be thinking about?
Not that nigga.

We need to be having a motherfucking
party like we came here for.

Look, man, if-if y'all
need me to be down,

I can cancel
what I was gonna do.

No, Pee Wee, you said
you had to go see Moms

in the old folks' home.
You take care of your business.

Yeah, Pee Wee,
you take care of your mama, dawg.

I'll holler at you all later.
Let's go dance.

Pee Wee, I don't think Tia's
having a good motherfucking time.

I think you need
to take her home.

I got some business I gotta
take care of right now.

- Business, my ass, Kool.
- Come on.

- Let's go.
- Get your hands off me.

Man, lose that bitch,
Pee Wee, man. Fuck.

Pee Wee.

Get your... get your ass
to the front door.

Let's go.

♪ There
appeared a man from a puff of haze ♪

♪ He said, "What's up, dawg?
My name is Herb ♪

♪ And I'm your fairy dawgpapa,
you know it's word ♪

♪ Now I came here
with the main purpose ♪

♪ Of granting you
your fondest wish... ♪

Yo, Kool, look,

I n-need to borrow some money.

God damn, Pee Wee,
every time we're fucking chilling,

you're asking about
some motherfucking money.

Kool in control
of this shit, man.

If you ain't happy with this
shit the way it's going,

you need to jump out
the shit right now.

First of all,
I wasn't talking t-to you.

I said Kool, not Kool-Aid.

Pee Wee, you see me trying to have
a good motherfucking time, nigga.

We all happy and shit,
you bringing my spirits down.

Man, I'm about to go out of town

and I got to go
handle my business,

but I n-need to borrow
some money.

Man, look, it's for Mama, man.

I got to pay her bills

because they're talking about kicking
her out if her bills ain't paid.

- It's about Mama?
- Yeah, man.

She still making
them black-eyed peas?

Man, you know Mama be
making them peas, man.

She told me to tell you hi, too.

All right.

What you need?

About $10,000.

- Ten...?
- It's for Mama.

I got to pay all
the bills and stuff.

- $10,000 for Mama?
- Yeah, man, she's gonna...

Mama sure gonna be happy
w-when she finds out

you done this for her.

Man, you sure is a friend.

I-I'll pay y'all's drink bill.

Thanks, man.

That's probably too much
for that drink bill.

I don't trust that nigga, man.

I don't trust him.

Trust... what is trust?

I started to wonder,
who could I really trust?

That motherfucker Pee Wee was starting
to act real suspicious lately.

Looks like you and I
gotta make a little deal.

You got a cigarette?

Sorry, I don't smoke.

How the fuck are we gonna make a deal
if you can't even get me a cigarette?

This ain't a social call, Mo. We didn't
come here to drink and smoke together.

Quite frankly, if you don't
cooperate, I don't really give a shit.

I'll send your ass back to jail.

Man, you ain't got shit on me.

So you want me to do your
motherfucking job for you?

Is that what you've come
to talk to me about?

Just cut the tough guy shit
with me.

You know who killed my brother?

Yeah, your brother was hanged.

The rope was so tight,
it almost took his head off.

The word on the street...
You're gonna be next.

So I suggest,
if you know something,

you cooperate with me, 'cause right
about now I'm your only friend.

This nigga T-Cat, man...
He's working for Kool,

but I know this nigga
on the same payroll.

How do you know this?

I seen the niggas together. I don't
know who the fuck killed my brother,

but it's got to be
one of them fools.

You want to take him out?
I know the perfect place.

But you gotta get them
both together.

I'm listening.

This nigga Saint got enough
money to beat any drug charge.

The fool just post bail
on a million-dollar bond.

But this little nigga Kool...

He's quiet, but he's ruthless.

And the nigga knows
Saint want to take him out,

so he knows he gotta take
Saint out before he get him.

But that's when you come in.

Let the motherfuckers
kill up each other,

and whoever's left,
you put 'em in jail.

Now if you want me to
show you where they're at,

you gotta get my
black ass out of here.

And I'll give you the time,
the place, and where to be.

Where are you going?

To get you some cigarettes.

♪♪ It's like a jungle
sometimes, it makes me wonder ♪♪

♪♪ How I keep from going under,
I keep from going under ♪♪

♪♪ It's like a jungle sometimes,
it makes me wonder... ♪♪

You all better get your
goddamn boats off me.

I- I bet you won't lay down
with me and do this shit.

Shut up, you little bitch.
Who the fuck sent you?

What the fuck
are you doing here?

M-man, tell your

two girlfriends to move
so I can talk to you.

Take him the fuck out of here.
In fact, kill his ass.

No, no, y-you got to
listen to me, man.

You got to listen, man.

What the fuck do you want?

Nigga?
What the fuck do you want?

Man, they're gonna
put a hit out on you

and-and I know all about it.

I can t-tell you everything.

What do you mean,
they're coming to put a hit on me? Who?

Kool is gonna put
a hit out on you

and I can tell you
the time and the place.

But first y-you got to
guarantee me

a position in your organization,

because Kool ain't
paying me shit.

What time, motherfucker?

I said what time,
motherfucker, and where?

Guarantee me the position
and I can take you there

and switch it around

and you can make
the hit on them.

How do I know you're not lying?

Man, if I'm lying,
you can kill me.

I believe you, little bitch.

Tell you what I want you to do...

I want you take me to Kool.
I want you to set it all up.

And I'm gonna take over his
whole motherfucking operation.

I'm wiping all those
motherfuckers out.

Let him up.

Get him a drink.

Get him out of here.

Get your goddamn
hands off me, boy.

Hey, you little motherfucker,
what the fuck is you doing here?

- What's up, dawg? No, I'm tasting it, man.
- Tasting it?

Man, you better get you a
cup of coffee or a lollipop

if you want to taste
something, nigga.

You don't get paid to taste
the motherfucking dope.

- Explain yourself, nigga.
- I'm just tasting it, dawg.

- What?
- I was tasting it.

Get the fuck out of here, nigga.
We're going to see Kool.

Hey, Kool, this bitch-ass nigga
Pee Wee been sniffing, dawg.

What?

What's up, Kool?
How-how you living?

Not well at all.

I called the old folks' home.

Your mama... she died last month

and you ain't bothered
telling me?

I thought we went way back.

I used to table with you and her.
I even ate her black-eyed peas.

And you know I hate
black-eyed peas.

And you ain't bothered
to tell me the bitch died?

It-it never came up.

B-but you know
Mama really loved you.

This ain't about your mama.

Where you was last Sunday?

You cut a deal with him?

Didn't you?

He told you that?

You're motherfucking right I told
him, you bitch-ass nigga.

You know what, Pee Wee?

We used to be boys.

You was my ace.

Now, you're just another
ghetto stuttering motherfucker.

Man, look, man, me and you...
We still boys, right?

Nah, Pee Wee.

Nah, not at all.

We used to be boys,

but now I'm a motherfucking man.

And you know what else?

I ain't to be fucked with.

Come on, man, come on.

Why the fuck did you kill him?

Kool, I mean, God damn, dawg,

I seen this nigga talking to Saint
the other day. This nigga was a snake.

If I hadn't smoked that nigga,
he was gonna get us smoked, man.

You know I'm only looking out for the Hot
Boyz, my nigga. You know how we do it.

Damn, dawg, I wasn't
even gonna kill 'em...

I was just gonna send him home.

- Shit, I sent him home for you, dawg.
- For sure.

Go, go, go, go.

- Thanks. Where are they?
- They're all upstairs.

Upstairs!
Upstairs, go, go!

Not a sound.

♪♪ Every soldier's got a story to
tell, I done been through it all ♪♪

♪♪ Don't ask the way I shoot,
'cause I done shot ♪♪

♪♪ Put a tank on my block,
fiend gonna get the scene hot ♪♪

♪♪ Greens and rocks, burning flesh,
have you ever smelled, nigga? ♪♪

♪♪ Been taped up,
ready to die from mail niggas ♪♪

♪♪ Straight going to hell,
but living the dirty, dirty ♪♪

♪♪ Having your mama worry.
What's that? You heard me ♪♪

♪♪ Tired of being blast at,
but didn't cast that ♪♪

♪♪ I done asked for my life,
and right there was laughed at ♪♪

♪♪ But when I backtracked,
hammer's back, got some blast back ♪♪

♪♪ Told them to cast that,
take these rounds and add that ♪♪

♪♪ But fact is you don't
fucking choose your wars ♪♪

♪♪ Or be like me, motherfucker,
start shooting with two guns ♪♪

♪♪ Check my war wounds,
my war wounds ♪♪

♪♪ Every soldier's
got a story to tell ♪♪

♪♪ Check my war wounds,
my war wounds ♪♪

♪♪ Every soldier's
got a story to tell ♪♪

♪♪ My adversaries get popped,
got me running from cops ♪♪

♪♪ The ghetto life be a dime,
got me carrying two Glocks ♪♪

♪♪ My enemies is bad,
lyin' in the grass ♪♪

♪♪ Drive-bys and brags and
representing red and blue flags ♪♪

♪♪ See, I got fools
from the ghetto ♪♪

♪♪ Like my cousin Jimmy
wear permanent metals ♪♪

♪♪ My evidence
is status with hoes ♪♪

♪♪ Bloody Polos pulling in
car do's and cut up... ♪♪

♪♪ Check my war wounds,
my war wounds ♪♪

♪♪ Every soldier's
got a story to tell ♪♪

♪♪ Check my war wounds,
my war wounds ♪♪

♪♪ Every soldier's
got a story to tell ♪♪

♪♪ I'm down to blast for my
homies and cash for my homies ♪♪

♪♪ Even if I'm old G, I'll be down to
ride and die if the hood call me ♪♪

♪♪ That's why I be hustling every day,
could you imagine me with no stash? ♪♪

♪♪ Like a bank with no cash,
trying to drive a car with no gas ♪♪

♪♪ One day with no tag,
shotgun with no class ♪♪

♪♪ Window with no glass or
all you girls with no ass ♪♪

♪♪ See, I'm a risky rider,
Calliope crawler ♪♪

♪♪ A down South hustler plus a
headbuster from New Orleans ♪♪

♪♪ See, I gotta be
a paid nigga, a made nigga ♪♪

♪♪ Be the nigga to bust your shit and
the nigga to be the gravedigger ♪♪

♪♪ See, my tattoos reveal
some of the shit I done did ♪♪

♪♪ Put the move on other niggas like
karate, feel the shit I do just to live ♪♪

♪♪ See, I been stabbed,
popped at and shot at ♪♪

♪♪ But I'm living eye for eye, so,
enemies, I ain't forgot that ♪♪

♪♪ Check my war wounds,
my war wounds ♪♪

♪♪ Every soldier's
got a story to tell ♪♪

♪♪ Check my war wounds,
my war wounds ♪♪

♪♪ Every soldier's
got a story to tell ♪♪

♪♪ It's real, shit's real,
check my war wounds ♪♪

♪♪ This here real life,
ain't no fucking cartoons ♪♪

♪♪ I'm the Saudi Arabian
death-killing veteran on the tube ♪♪

♪♪ Either me or you right here,
come back and hang out in my room ♪♪

♪♪ I done shot my rifle, trained to
kill, got blood on my fatigues ♪♪

♪♪ Once you in, ain't no turning
back, lay your ass overseas ♪♪

♪♪ Might as well handle your business,
there's no overcome to this shit ♪♪

♪♪ Be on your Ps and Qs, nigga,
don't cry like no bitch ♪♪

♪♪ You see a weak nigga,
that's a beat nigga ♪♪

♪♪ And fuck instead, nigga,
that's a dead nigga ♪♪

♪♪ Tell my mama not to worry about
me, why I'm gone ♪♪

♪♪ If I die, bitch,
box me up and ship me back home ♪♪

♪♪ Bury me in the N.O.
with my stripes on my chest ♪♪

♪♪ Tell them motherfuckers
that I did my best ♪♪

♪♪ Middle finger pointing,
saying fuck Iraq ♪♪

♪♪ If you don't believe me,
check my combat pack ♪♪

♪♪ Check my war wounds,
my war wounds ♪♪

♪♪ Every soldier's
got a story to tell ♪♪

♪♪ Check my war wounds,
my war wounds ♪♪

♪♪ Every soldier's
got a story to tell ♪♪

♪♪ Check my war wounds,
my war wounds ♪♪

♪♪ Every soldier's
got a story to tell ♪♪

♪♪ I got a motherfucking
story to tell ♪♪

♪♪ Nigga, nigga what?
A motherfucking story to tell, fool ♪♪

♪♪ I got a motherfucking
story to tell ♪♪

♪♪ And every nigga in a
jail cell knows it well ♪♪

♪♪ I shank niggas, bank niggas,
do mo' for show ♪♪

♪♪ Seven cluckers, fake dough,
staying way cutthroat ♪♪

♪♪ I hang out, slang out,
at hotel rooms ♪♪

♪♪ Up all night
getting in gunfights ♪♪

♪♪ I strike my hood on the
wall, sippin' eight-ball ♪♪

♪♪ Eastside, on the dubs,
call me big Snoop Dogg ♪♪

♪♪ Follow me, and you'll see
how Gs move ♪♪

♪♪ Bang and ride,
for sho', bro, I told ya ♪♪

♪♪ I'm a gangsta soldier,
blowing doja ♪♪

♪♪ What a story to tell. ♪

There was a
time when the world was ours.

LaShawna, me, our child...

The future looked so good.

Now I'm on a dead-end path,
a crash course for destiny.

Funny... when you're
38 feet below,

all the guns and the money
in the world

don't even matter much.

You find yourself thinking
about the strangest things.

I found myself thinking
a lot about justice

and realized I had never
found any for myself.

I had just been sinking
deeper and deeper.

And now all I wondered is if
I had enough air to get away.

And if I did get away,

did I have anything
to live for anymore?

Eventually they found me

and I found myself
locked in jail

for 30 years without parole

until Eddy got me off
on some legal loophole

after only serving five years.

He gave me a second chance
to live a good life...

The life my girl and my child
would approve of.

I'll
always be true to you, baby.

What'd you wish for?

- Is Kool here yet?
- Yeah, Kool is here.

He's in the backyard with
his gangster rapper buddies.

- Mom, he is not a gangster.
- He's not? Then what is he?

- He's an artist.
- He's an artist?

- So you're writing a new song?
- Yeah.

- And guess what it's called.
- What?

"LaShawna's Groove."

- I want to hear it.
- No, you can't hear it.

- Why not?
- Um-um. When the time is right.

- Yeah.
- I swear, baby, it's the bomb.

- Hello, Kool.
- Hi, Mrs. Farrell.

It's Kool's birthday next week

and he and his friends
are gonna go to Vegas.

You're not taking
my daughter to Sin City.

Mrs. Farrell, I was thinking it could
be a going-away present for her.

I mean, since we're not gonna
see each other for a while...

I don't need
nothing but you, Kool.

But I want to get
us out of here, man.

Make sure my house
has a field of sunflowers.

♪ I gotta stop wasting time ♪

♪ When we first met,
I felt a chemistry ♪

♪ Like there could be more
between you and me... ♪

Y'all niggas
know my rap's the bomb.

Why don't y'all just say
it... my rap's the bomb.

Your rap's the bomb.

♪♪ 'Cause my feelings
I cannot hide ♪♪

♪♪ Thinking 'bout you
loving me ♪♪

♪♪ In every way and every day,
what can I say? ♪♪

And a
good life is worth living,

'cause the longer I live,

the longer LaShawna's
memory lives.

Love... yeah, that's
something to believe in.

Besides, that's all I got...

Just memories.

- ♪ Stop holding it in...
- ♪ Stop holding it in ♪

♪ Don't play no games

♪ Hey, hey, hey...