All language subtitles for Paid.in.Full.2002.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG2_Eng

[Man]
...From uptown, downtown,

In town, out of town.

We got it going on,
1-4-5,

It's famous, baby,
here we go.

It's the world-famous
Brucie B.

On the special mix tip

For all my playa niggas,
all my niggas gettin' paper.

Ladies lookin' good,
fellas, y'all lookin' good.

We gettin' money uptown style,
a'ight?

...to my niggas from 1-5-5,
1-1-2, 1-4-9,

49 is in the house.

[Indistinct conversations]

♪ Thinking of a master plan ♪

♪ 'Cause ain't nothing
but sweat inside my hand ♪

♪ So I dig into my pocket,
all my money's spent ♪

♪ So I dig deeper,
but still comin' up with lint ♪

♪ So I start my mission,
leave my residence ♪

♪ Thinking how could I get
some dead presidents ♪

♪ I need money ♪

♪ I used to be a stickup kid ♪

♪ So I think of all the devious
things I did ♪

♪ I used to roll up, this is a holdup,
ain't nothin' funny ♪

♪ Stop smilin', be still, don't
nothin' move but the money ♪

♪ But now I learn to earn
'cause I'm righteous ♪

♪ I feel great,
so maybe I might just ♪

♪ Search for a 9:00 to 5:00
if I strive ♪

♪ Then maybe I'll stay alive ♪

♪ so I walk up the street
whistlin' this ♪

[Ace]
This is the stage.

♪ Feelin' out of place 'cause,
man, do I miss ♪

[Ace]
If you was here,

you'd be definitely somebody.

♪ And a nice,
big plate of fish ♪

♪ Which is my favorite dish ♪

♪ But without no money,
it's still a wish ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't like to dream
about gettin' paid ♪

♪ So I dig into the books
of the rhymes that I made ♪

♪ To now test to see
if I got pull ♪

[Ace]
And I was there.

Me, Mitch, and Rico.

We did our thing,
you know?

We was living.
We was living that life.

So, you know, I'm up at this cat's birthday
party the other day.

You told me about it.
Talkin' about Charlie Rucks?

Exactly.

- Yeah, I couldn't make that shit.
- Yeah.

So, I'm up at that birthday...
I didn't bring him nothin'.

So, I see everybody up there
got stuff for him,

- So I walk up to the table...
- Ain't got no soy sauce up there, B?

No, they didn't put no fuckin'
soy sauce in the bag, man.

Why these Chinese niggas always
doin' this shit, man?

Fuck the soy sauce, man!

Mitch, can I tell a story?

I walk up to the table, right?

- Chinese niggas...
- Pick up the cake...

Mush it in his face,
tell him, "Happy birthday."

Niggas at the party looking at
me like I'm buggin'.

I showed that nigga mad love, B.

We lookin' at you
like you buggin', man.

You buggin', man.

This nigga... Thinks it's funny.

You took the whole cake
and mushed it in his face?

Whole cake.

What's up with this nigga here, man?

- That's love right there, man.
- Why you doin' that, B?

Why you fuck a nigga
birthday party up like that?

I know his girl was there.

[Speaking indistinctly]

Ace, make that shot again.

Five thou you can't make it again.

Man, I ain't gonna take your $5,000, man.
Hold onto your money.

[Scoffs]
Penny-pinchin' nigga here, man.

You know, he fucks me up, man.

You always trying to save
your dough and shit, B.

See, the thing is, baby, you're fuckin' with
the wrong nigga right now.

You need to be fuckin' with me, man.

Give me that bet, man.

Yeah, you got the bet, Mr. Mitch.
What, you drunk? Your man been drinking?

I'm gonna take this nigga uptown, man.

Yeah, take me...
Take me uptown, man.

I'm gonna take you uptown.

Five thou you can't make the shot.
You off right here.

You off right here, man.

Your man drunk.
That's off right there.

Ahh!

Where's my money, man?
Let me get my money, man.

- Lucky cat right there.
- Let me get my money, man.

Nigga, bet it right back.
That ain't nothin', man.

- Go ahead, nigga. Go ahead, nigga.
- Thank you.

But double up.
Bet it right back.

There go your five.
Bet it five right back.

Go ahead, Mr. Mitch.
Double up.

- Well, now this nigga feelin' lucky, man.
- Double up!

Feelin' like he like you or something, man.
Double it up?

Like him? I'm me!
Double up!

Let's see if you gonna
make the shot now, Mr. Mitch.

Make the shot now, baby.
You're soft, Mitch.

Mitch! Make the money count!
Make the money count!

Ah, nigga, that's off!
Give me my money.

Give me my money.
Give me my money.

- Come on, man.
- Right here, man.

- I ain't got it right now.
- You ain't got it?

- No ribs!
- Now, come on, B!

No ribs, no rice,
no champagne!

You don't eat nothin'!
Fuck you, man, I'll get my money, man.

Pay me my money, man.

Yo, A., man, just... Loan me $10 g's real fast
till I get back to the crib.

Loan your man $10 g's, 'cause I ain't givin'
him his food back.

And no more soy sauce, nigga.

- That's five, man.
- What the fuck you mean, this is five, man?

Lend me $10,000 real fast, B.

I'm gonna give you the dough
when I get back to the crib.

I got $5,000 man. I'm payin' for
your paper bag games, is it?

[Muffled]
You're a cheap-ass motherfucker.

[Telephone rings]

You're a cheap-ass motherfucker.

This motherfucker rich as shit,

acting like he ain't got $10,000.

- You just burned anyway
'cause you lost, man.

[Ace]
Hello? Word.

- Take your money.
- Take your food.

I'll pick her up. All right.

All right, it's on, baby, it's on.

N-n-now, hold up, B.
I ain't finished taking your money, bro.

Keys at?
Nah, Keisha having a baby, man.

[Both]
Word?

Yo, congratulations,
my man, having a baby.

Keep that for yourself, man.
You good?

- Do your job, man.
- [Pager beeps]

Congratulations, motherfucker!

Congratulations,
motherfuckin' father!

You was good, motherfucker!

This motherfucker layin'
the motherfuckin' power, motherfucker!

- Congratulations, nigga!
- Yo, we family now!

Fuckin' look!

♪♪ [indistinct rap music playing]

♪ Doo-doo, doo-doo ♪

♪ Bum-dun-dun-dun ♪

♪ Doo-doo ♪

Uhh! Aah!
Uhh!

[Scuffling, pained grunting]

[Wheels squeaking,
indistinct conversations]

[Man]
All right.

I need stat portable x-rays.

I want full blood work. Coags.

Hey, you okay? Can you hear me?
Huh? Can you hear me?

What's your name, man?
Tell me your name.

Tell me your name?
You with me?

[Whispering indistinctly]

All right, now,
who did this to you?

[Inhales deeply]

I did.

[Inhales deeply]

I did.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Beep echoing]

♪♪ [jazz plays on radio]

I see you checkin' out
that "Help Wanted" sign.

What? Nah.

Nah, I was just thinking
about them, um...

Yeah, so...

So, why you got the "Help Wanted" sign
in the window?

That sign is to make sure
you're handlin' your business.

That's whack.
Basically, you're making it look like

we ain't taking care of business in here.

[Telephone rings]

"Hey, yo, Mr. Pip, I know you need
some help up in this joint."

- Come on, man.
- Mm-hmm.

What I need you to do
is make some deliveries.

You always got me
making deliveries, man.

Hello? Cece, my nigga.

All day, every day.
How much you wanna do?

Yo, damn, nigga.
Every time I step up in this motherfucker,

You runnin' the joint!

Man, why don't you just
put your shit in a bag, man?

Fuck a bag, man.

Just, uh...
You worry about the cleaning and shit,

You know what I mean, 'cause I know
you making money up in this bitch.

- Can I help you?
- Uh, nah, that's cool.

My man Ace Boogie gonna handle that.

I got it, Mr. Pip.

No, he on his way out the door.
I'll help you.

You can change that, right?

[Whistles]

That's a big-ass bill.

Hey, you know how it go down.

No, sorry.

A'ight, well, um...

Why don't you keep the change?

Nah, you know what?
Fuck that.

Give it to my man,
Ace Boogie, a'ight?

He's family, right, baby?

- Yeah, right, man.
- Nah, I'm just saying,

I hate to see Kate's big brother
working in a sweatbox.

So, yo, you ever want to get out,

Come on, Calvin.
Calvin, don't do that.

He's doin' fine.

Yo, baby, what I told you
about runnin' your mouth...

[Pip]
Why don't you relax, Doctor?

How you doin', baby?

I'm doin' fine, Mr. Pip.

Yeah, she doin' fine, thank you.

Hey, yo, Hop Sing,
why don't you keep workin' hard,

'cause it's gonna pay off,
you know what I mean?

I'm gonna catch you
on the rebound.

All right, let's bounce, baby.

[Door opens]

His monkey-ass ain't worked
a hard day in his life.

That's why he don't know how
to act with all of that money.

Think he the King of Harlem.

I hope your sister know
with that fool

it's only a matter of time.

A matter of time.

[Audience applause]

♪♪ [theme music plays]

[Man on TV]
Well, congratulations!

[Door opens]

Good job, and you really put it
away there in that speed round.

[Door slams]

And now, last time you got a car...

[Mitch] All right, now,
let me see what you working with.

Come on.
All right, all right.

It's looking good,
it's looking good.

- Now, you did this side yet?
- I did.

Nah, it don't look like
you did this side, stop lying.

I did!

Look, first of all, man,
you gotta get you a toothbrush.

You ain't gonna be able to keep
the white bottom clean without it, all right?

Secondly, man, tuck the laces in.
You buggin' out.

You don't give nobody
a chance to, God. I want to.

Give you a chance?
You gotta do it in the beginning.

You don't get the shoelaces
all wet and dirty.

Man, cats start calling you a poo putt.

[Giggles]

You know what I'm sayin'?
All right?

All right, man.

♪♪ [theme music playing on TV]

- [Knock on door]
- Who is it?

It's Ace.

Hey, Boogie.

[Hinges squeaking]

- What's up, nigga?
- What's up, man?

- What's up, homeboy?
- I'm chillin', man.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah, yeah.

Oh, yeah, before I forget, man,
I need you to do me a favor if you can, man.

Run some clothes down to the cleaners
for me if you could.

- Okay, cool, man.
- That's cool?

Yeah, no doubt.

I know it's hectic for you
out here and all that.

Keisha! Keisha!

- What?
- This nigga A. Here.

Hey, Ace.
I didn't know you was here.

Go in the back and get them clothes for me

so he can bring them to Mr. Pip's.

Nigga, what's wrong with your big-ass feet?

What, man?

Get you in need of some grease
for them whack-ass baby hairs.

Shut up.

And tuck in that little butt.
Nobody wants to see that little butt.

- Whassup, Ace?
- Whassup, little man?

Hey, Mitch,
can we shoot some hoops?

I can't, little man.
I'm busy, B. I gotta go to work.

I got you, man.
He don't know nothin' about no hoops.

You need to be comin' to me for that.
I'll have you workin' on your left hand.

- You'll do nice.
- All right, man, I'll see you later.

You talkin' back.

You just came for the clothes?

Nah. Pfft.
What you talkin' about?

Ace, what's up, man?
How you doin'?

Good, baby.

What's up, man?

- Everything all right here?
- Yeah, it's good.

Let me see that.
Is this $800?

[Rustling]

[Man]
Come here!

- How you doing, Mr. Crawford?
- Hey, Ace.

Got your delivery here.

- Everything cool, though?
- Yeah, yeah.

Good, all right.
I'll be back.

All right,
all right.

[Latin accent] Hey, paisan.
Hey, excuse me, my friend.

You work for the cleaners, right?

Yeah. Here you go.

Could you take some
clothes for me, please?

Just a few things.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

- Okay.
- Go ahead, man.

Thank you.

Come in!

Come in.
You want something to drink? A soda?

Um, nah.

But I'll take that laundry though.

Damn.

Okay.

All right.
Oh! I...

Gotta get these clean, too!

[Laughs,
unzipping zipper]

What's your name?

Ace.

Ace.
Aceito?

Yeah.

You live in the neighborhood, right?

Yeah. Look, I gotta get outta here, man.
I gotta get back.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Your friend who's the dealer?

Take him to a movie.
That's your friend, right?

Yeah.

[Money rustling]

[Chuckles]
I'm Lulu.

What?

Lulu.

Okay, what kind of name is that?

I don't know.
It's my name.

[Laughing]

Show me your left.
Show me your left.

Show me your left.

Come on, man.
Anybody could do that.

Anybody could do that.

You think you slick?
You trying to go between your legs?

Come on... Nah, the left!
The left, baby!

Show me the...

Terrible. Terrible.

[Motorcycle approaches]

Oh, snap!

Whoo!

I gotta see this!
Yo, that's yours?

Nah, little man, that's ours.

Can I check it out?

Go check it out.

What's up?

What up, baby?
Come on... No, no, no!

Come on around here, man!

Come on, baby, stop playing, man.
Stop playing, man.

You know my style, baby.
It ain't my style

To be running around here
getting all sweaty on the court, baby.

- So, that's your little new bike, huh?
- It's fly, right?

Yeah, it's fly.

Yeah, I see your shit shimmering, man,
you know what I'm saying?

I see you got the Rolex.

You know about this, B.

We need to get you one, man,
and stop playing.

- No, no, no, no.
- Straight-up pussy magnet, man.

You gonna have no problems, man.

- It ain't my flow, man.
- Oh, it ain't your flow.

Oh, you too smooth, now?
That's what it is? You too smooth?

- Nah, man, it's you.
- Oh, it's me.

Yeah, you right, man.
Making money is me, man.

[Chuckles] Nah, I'm just
fuckin' with you, A., man.

Yes, you'll probably have
a whole chain of cleaners

in a hot minute anyway, you know?

Fuck around, be the George Jefferson
of the ghetto, B.

[Laughs]

Yeah, nigga's got jokes.

In 10 years, me and you gonna
have matching Benzes.

10 years?

Nigga more like 10 days, man. 10 days.

[No audio]

[Horns blaring]

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right. Yeah.

- All right. Get outta here.
- [Money rustling]

Hey, come here for a minute.

What?

Fuck you mean, "What?"
Come here, dude.

Talking to myself.

[Exhales deeply]

[Clears throat]

You, uh...

You talking to Mitch's sister, right?

[Chuckles]

Yeah, 'cause I be seein'
y'all around and all that.

You know, that's cool, man.

The girl kinda bangin'.

You hittin' that, right?

Come on, man.

Oh, my God!

Kid, you're supposed
to be hittin' that!

Sweatin' in that laundry
for nickels and dimes

is not gonna get you that ass.

Look here, you saw that jonesin' motherfucker
that just ran out of here?

That's my clientele.

That's real money right there.

Like... Like what?

I just made enough dough to bake biscuits
for the projects, nigga.

[Money rustling]

Try a quick $800 in one day.

The fuck are you shrugging for?

There's something wrong
with your back? Yeah?

Look.

This here is a hundred a pop.

Only niggas with real dough
fuck with this.

And that's all yours?

Hell, yeah, this is all me!

Eight niggas.

All I'm tryin' to tell you

is that with this money

your girl'll suck your dick all day.

- Okay, man.
- No problem.

[Man speaking indistinctly on TV]

- Hey, Ace.
- Hey.

[Keys jingling]

- Hey, what's goin' on, Miss Billips?
- Calvin.

- Calvin.
- What's goin' on, baby?

You know, we're just gettin'
ready for dinner.

I put the tips in the thing.

[Cheering on TV]

[Man on TV]
Hey, how about that? A number eight.

Here, this here is for the, uh...

for groceries, Mrs. Billips.

[Applause]

Thank you, Calvin.

Yeah, no problem.

Yo, uh...

Come on.

Come on where?
We eatin'.

Oh, Miss Billips,

We, uh...
You know, we, uh...

We were gonna go out
to eat somewhere.

[Dinging, cheering on TV]

[Tapping bowl]

Why don't you go on ahead, Calvin?
She'll be right there.

[Grunts]

[Man on TV]
What's the next product up to win?

[Announcer on TV]
It's a sturdy washer and dryer!

[Applause]

[Door opens]

- You're stupid.
- Whatever!

♪♪ [indistinct hip-hop music plays]

Come on, Ace!

How many times I gotta tell you

about this boobity-boob
shit playing in the store?

What you want me to do?
Like, not listen to the radio?

What?

I said, half the time,
you ain't even in here!

What you want me to do,
sit in here and not listen to no music?

It don't make no difference
if I'm here or not!

It's my rules, my radio,
my store, my music!

You know I don't listen to this shit!

I... I can't even understand them!

Look, can you even understand this shit?

It's for my ears.
Yes, I understand it.

Yeah, you can understand
that bullshit,

but you can't understand when
I tell you not to... Ahh.

- ♪♪ [tunes to R&B music]
- Yeah.

That's it, that's what I'm talking about.
You hear that?

You hear that?
That's music. That's singing.

There's beauty in singing.

That other shit is just talking.
"Yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak."

That's what I'm talking about,
you understand what I'm saying?

- [Telephone rings]
- That's quality shit.

Hello?

Shit, nigga, make it easy on yourself.
I don't know.

- No, baby, I ain't...
- [horn honking]

Ain't you sick of giving me your money?

Oh, shit.

Ho... oh!

- I know he didn't do it, baby.
- Yeah. Hold on one second.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Where you going?

I'm about to go make these drop-offs!

What up, niggas?
Everything all right, man?

That chillin', man?
Everything a'ight?

Are you feeling the joint, baby?
It's that new shit, man.

White niggas ain't even got this.

Hey, Boogie!

What's up, nigga?
You feelin' me, man?

It's like a motherfuckin' spaceship, man.

You got the, um...

You feelin' me yet, man?

You got the gold BBS
on this motherfucker.

What's up, man?
Let me take you for a little spin, man.

Show you what it feel like.

I gotta go make these drop-offs.

You think you're
the only one out here workin', B?

I gotta make drop-offs, too, B.

Come on, man, get in, man.
I ain't takin' no for an answer, man.

♪♪ [indistinct rap music plays]

It's the world-famous Brucie B.,

On the mix for my man, Mitch.

You know how we do.
We got the brand-new song,

We coming through town,
we bouncin'.

A'ight, here we go.

♪♪ [indistinct rapping, scratching]

It's flavor!
It's my man, Mitch!

I see you, baby. Yeah!

♪ Pump back the bass,
the freak lands the best ♪

♪♪ [rapping indistinctly]

What's up, niggas?
What's happenin'?

Money Mitch.
Aw, so you got that new Saab thing?

Come on, man, you know
I'm out here, man.

- Okay, what's up?
- What's up, B?

I hope you didn't stop
to disappoint a nigga, man.

I hope that game is still on, man.
I hope we still got that bet, man.

What?

Man, I still hope we got
that $5,000 bet happenin', man.

- What?
- The Knicks, nigga.

- What? What?
- Turn down the boom-ass stereo.

- Hold on, hold on, hold on.
- [Volume decreases]

- We still have 5 G's, nigga?
- 5 G's man.

You gotta stop acting like
you ain't makin' money, man.

Make it $10,000, man.
What's wrong with you?

Nigga, we gettin' more money than you, man,

I got a G.
For every bump on your face, nigga.

Whatever you want, punk.

Hey, what's you laughin' at, man?
You need to put your man on, he look bad.

Tell him to get hit
with an ounce of somethin' somethin'.

Yo, this is my Thursday car.

On Saturday, I'm breakin' out
with something new, all right?

Saturday, report to bridge.

Yo, man, I am the bridge, man.

You report to me, man,
always, man. At all times.

Hey, none of that shit, man.
Man, you might wanna holler at me.

You dumb-ass niggas.
[Chuckles]

Oh, yeah.
Everybody's chillin'.

- Tommy Tom.
- Yeah, what's up, baby?

- What's up, man?
- Hey, baby.

My streetside negro.

Taking care of the community?

Yes, indeed.
I'm takin' care of you, too.

It's all good.

Yep. You're so damn neat
with your money.

Come on, man.
You know me, man.

Cleanliness is next to godliness.

What's up, little niggas?
How y'all livin'?

♪♪ [Latin instrumental music plays]

You left this in your pants last time.

Do you always return everything
you find in the laundry?

Nah.

I didn't think so.

You find something in there, you keep it.

It's a tip for you.

- This?
- Mm-hmm.

That's nothing for me.
My job brings me plenty.

But you ain't no drug dealer.

I'm not?

Moneymakin' Mitch.

Tell me somethin' good, baby.

- It's all good, Ice.
- I know it is.

Why am I not a drug dealer?

I'm sayin' I don't see you outside.

The way you dress...
You dress nice.

What about your friends?

They dress nice.
Fancy.

- Tuck them laces in, all right?
- All right!

Don't be slackin' on that.

Yeah, he's your right-hand man, now.

- Next week, nigga.
- Makin' that real money.

Yeah, but you... You dress nice-nice,
you understand?

They dress... whatever, loud-nice.

Okay. Thank you.

You don't even got a car, do you?

What do I need a car for?

Family movin' up in the business.

I know you gonna look after family.

What family you talking about, Ice?

Fuck, I look invisible, nigga?

Did I pass the test, compre?

It's not...

It's not a test.
I'm just sayin'.

You like money, right?

Yeah.

I'm broke, baby.
I ain't got no money.

Bullshit.

I see you shinin', nigga.

I can smell a motherfucker with money.

Even Ray Charles could see
you got money.

[Laughs]

Dang.

- [Machine clacking]
- Look at this nigga.

Little Sonny and his crew,
the future of our nation.

Ain't that a bitch?

[Speaking indistinctly]

[Indistinct conversations]

Damn, man.

You got the John Wayne shit, man.

Fuckin' gun all up
in the 007 compartment, man. Damn.

Well, the way you dress, nigga,

you ain't got to worry about those cats.

You'll be invisible up in the club.

Exactly.

Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you, bud.

[Indistinct conversations]

What you doin', man?
What's that?

You tell me, man.

[Exhales deeply]

It looks like coke, nigga.

[Scoffs]

[Laughs]
You fuck me up, A.

You never say shit, B.

Just come out the blue
with some coke, huh?

[Chuckles]

Well, to tell you the truth,
I ain't fuckin' with coke right now, man.

The shit just ain't clickin', B.

You know what you need to do, man?

You need to fuck with that cat
your sister be talkin' to,

that nigga, Calvin, man.
He sells coke.

Nah, I ain't fuckin' with that nigga, man.
He's dumb.

[Chuckles]

- Hey, man, what, man?
- What you mean "what?"

I'm just tryin' to picture Mr. Jefferson
hustlin' on these streets.

I've seen you roll up in the black Saab
with the gold BBS's, man.

I said, "Damn, this dickety-stick
is really makin' this money.

He's really makin' money, man,"
you understand?

Listen, hey.

It ain't just about the money.

It's not.

You know what it's about, man?

It's about fuckin' those skeezers
like that right there,

It's about drivin' these fly-ass cars,

And it's definitely about never dressin'
like a nigga like you, man.

Okay, man.

Come on, man. Let's go be stars
up in this joint, all right?

♪♪ [rap music plays]

Yeah, baby!
Dance it up, y'all!

Go on and get out there
and move it!

♪♪ [indistinct rapping]

Come on!
[Echoing indistinctly]

Come on!

Yeah! This is all about boogie.

We boogie nonstop.

We at the top.
We got it goin' on.

A'ight, here we go.

- What's up? What's up, man?
- Hey, hey.

Hey, my man!

Ladies' lookin' good...

[speaking indistinctly]

Yeah!

[Ace]
Mitch was a real star.

See, when the lights caught him,
he always looked good.

[Brucie B.]
Yo, my man, Mitch, in the house!

Yeah! Lookin' good, King!
I see you!

A'ight, here we go!

[Ace]
And Mitch got love from everybody.

I mean, everybody.

[Distorted,
indistinct conversations]

[TV blaring indistinctly]

[Locks door]

[Exhales deeply]

What are you doing?

Go to sleep, little man.

[Exhales sharply]

[Jingling]

[Beeps]

[Bed creaking]

[Exhales deeply]

[TV continues blaring]

[Sighs]

[Knock on door]

Lucky, you're up.
You workin' today?

You know, don't call me "Lucky," Ma.

Been a long time since

I found food stamps
or something like that.

Now, don't forget when you
picked that $700...

Ma, that was when I was 12-years-old,
you know what I'm sayin'?

I'm grown now, and there ain't
a whole lot lucky to do with me

getting up and goin' to work right now,

So, I don't wanna be called "Lucky."
Thanks, Mom.

All right, baby.

♪♪ [indistinct music plays]

[Door unlocks]

[Hinges squeaking]

Guess your sister got to get
a better man now.

Boy just got busted by the cops.

[Keys jingling]

[Exhales deeply]

He was dealing right in front
of your building.

Didn't I tell you?

Can't do shit with that cash now

except hire a lawyer.

- Did you see it?
- Nah.

I heard about it on the way over here.

Cops must've been watching
his dumb ass.

[Horn blaring]

[Man]
Yo, chief, you seen Calvin?

Nah, he got locked up.

Yo, takin' his place?

[Scoffs]
Never mind.

Yo, yo, yo, yo,
yo, yo, yo.

Hold on one second, man.
What, um...

What you lookin' for?

Just one.

A'ight.

[Door opens,
indistinct shouting]

Fuck, B.

One.

You ain't got
no bottle?

What? Bottle?

What you need
a bottle for, man?

Plastic bottle,
whatever?

Damn, this is a
big-ass rock, B.

[Sniffs, clicking tongue]

Mmm!

All this for a hundred?

Man, this is better than Calvin's stuff.
Word up.

Yo, I could hook up
with you later, right?

Nah, man, I'm across the street.

The building across the street.

All right, G.
Peace out.

[Lulu]
You know what this is?

[Ace]
Yeah. It's coke.

Yes, but that's a kilo of coke.

How much is it worth?

$25,000.

- Damn.
- No "damn."

Damn, that's damn good, okay?

A'ight, I'm sayin'...

The shit on the street is garbage.

This crud that's washed
with acetone and kerosene.

This is the best product,

and you gonna be the only one
in the street holding this.

$25,000.

$25,000
is the street price.

Of that,
I get $18,000.

$7,000.

That's right, for every key that you move.

You know I...

I still got my job
at the cleaners, um...

No, it's perfect, man,

Because that's how
everybody knows you as Ace.

Forget about heroin.

This is the wave of the future, baby.

[Inhales, exhales deeply]

[Laughs]

Crazy, man.

I'm gonna give you

an eighth of a key, okay?

Break it up.

Do like you did with the rock.

See me in four days, okay?

'Sup, niggas?

How you niggas livin'?
You all a'ight?

Everything good out here?

- What's up, baby?
- Good, good, good. How you feel, baby?

- Chillin'.
- Good. Got that money for me, man?

I gotta make moves.

Yeah, I got it, but not all of it, yo.

What you mean,
you ain't finished?

I got robbed, yo.

[Man] Park it around the block!
Around the block, man!

The fuck you mean you got robbed, man?
Who robbed you?

I got robbed, man.
That nigga, Duff.

[Sighs]

Nigga Duff?

Let this nigga Duff up on you, man,

- And take your shit?
- And my piece, man.

You had your fuckin' gun on you, man?
What the fuck is wrong with y'all niggas?

You niggas stand out here

like the three stooges
of Harlem or somethin', B?

You gonna let this nigga come
and take your shit?

Aren't you a motherfuckin' man?

You wanna let another man
take your shit, B?

You done lost your privilege
of getting any money, man,

until you show me where that man is at.

Until you find that man,
you dead up here, man. You dead, man.

A'ight? You hear what
the fuck I'm sayin', man?

Now, get the fuck off my stoop, man.

Go ahead, man.
Go find that man, B.

Go find him, B.,
unless you like being broke, nigga.

Go this way, man.
Hey, my man, go this way, man.

Go that way, man.

Them niggas don't seem
to understand me out here, B.

Nobody playing games
on these streets, man.

Y'all niggas better
hold it down out here, a'ight?

Them niggas gonna be lookin'
for motherfucking work in Queens

or some shit like that, man.

This is Harlem, man.
Y'all niggas better hold it down, B.

[Cheering]

Y'all don't know nothin' about this.

Things really got hot in Harlem
when "Scarface" came to town.

[All moan]

It was like niggas love
seein' a poor-ass Cuban

just blow up to be the man all by himself.

You wait for me.
I coming back.

[Man shouts indistinctly]

Call police!

[Speaks indistinctly]

- What the fuck you lookin' at?
- [Gun cocks]

Come on.
You wanna fuck with me? Okay.

You cockroaches.
Come on.

You wanna play games?

Come on.

You wanna play rough? Okay.

Say hello to my little friend!

[Cheering]

[Cheering continues]

You want more?

[Machine-gun fire]

[Ace]
Mitch backed up his words

and ended up doing some time.

Now I'm all by myself in the game,

just like Scarface.

What's up, old man?

What's going on over here, man?
Man, bust it.

You ain't taking my messages
or something?

Keisha didn't call?

I dropped some tickets
behind this counter,

And this is what I find.

Is this yours

or you keepin' it for a friend?

Man, it ain't even like that, Mr. Pip.

Well, then, what's it like, Ace?

It really ain't none
of your business what it's like.

[Telephone ringing]

It's my store.

Anything up in here is my business.

You don't have to worry about that.
I'm gonna take that out of here.

- I got a life of my own.
- [Ringing stops]

Oh, check you out.

I guess you know somethin'
about the game Calvin didn't, huh?

Ace, you better say something to
me if you wanna stay here,

'cause, see, I ain't doing
these type of favors for no...

I'm missing one of my tapes.

You seen my tape?

Yeah, you been wantin'
to get out of here.

Fine, fuck it then.
Take your ass home.

I want my $75 on Friday.

- What you gonna do with $75, kingpin?
- [Telephone ringing]

[Door opens]

Hey, June.

Yeah, hold on a minute.

♪♪ [music plays]

[Door opens]

Hey, Ace.
How you doin'?

I'm good.

Your mama ask you
to come pick up something?

Nah.

Oh, so what's going on, honey?

You wanna make some money?

Yeah. Come on in.

Yo. Check this out.

How many bottles is this?

2,000.

Damn. 2,000 bottles?

That's a lot
of motherfuckin' bottles, man.

♪♪ [rap music plays]

$100 a bottle, man,

This shit ain't gonna
never sell fast enough.

All that for $50?

Yo, man, this shit weak
or somethin', man?

Hey, man, you know me, man.
This the best product in town, man.

Don't insult me. Here.

Man, fuck it, man.

Give me two of them Jones.
Give me two of them Jones.

You trippin'.

Yeah, I was trippin', a'ight,

But I was gettin' money.
Talkin' 'bout real money.

Bottle this shit up quick, man.

[Ace]
See, other dealers were selling it

at the highest price they could get.

[Cash register bell dings]

I sold it cheaper,
so I was sellin' it faster.

I sold it so cheap I started
taking their customers away.

See, I was wholesale
on the streets, you understand?

[Cash register bell dings]

Hey, Lucky,
you want something to drink?

Don't call me Lucky, I said.

Whatever, Lucky.
What you drinkin'?

Fillin' this all the way up.

Now, in the end,
I made more money,

and Lulu always got his return
when he wanted it.

But I wasn't trying to keep
shit all to myself, see.

I wasn't tryin' to get on the stage,

and I didn't want people hatin'.

I put people on, understand?

Streets was happy.

Everybody could eat.

[Engine revs]

Yeah, dealin' was a'ight.

[Engines revving]

Oooh.

Put this in there for me, man.

Damn, B!

Hey, yo!
What you doin', man?

Yo, come on, man.
You watchin' that ass...

Count that cash so we can
get up out of here, man.

In lockup,
brothers always heard

what was goin' on on the outside,

especially when it involved money.

And they knew Mitch was first in line
to get put on when he got out.

[Indistinct conversation]

Have you been
keepin' it tight for me?

Yo! Hurry up off the phone, nigga!

Wait. Hold on a second, B.

Did you hear what I just said?

What the fuck?

I'm talkin' to you, nigga.

Oh, shit!

Yo!

Oh!

[Alarm blares]

[Indistinct shouting]

[Grunts]

[Whistle blows]

Come on!

10 niggas jumped the nigga, fams.
10 niggas pounded him out,

stomped the shit out of this nigga, man.

And then this other Panamanian-type
of dude, I don't even know,

he had, like, 10 razors in his ass, man.

He takes it out his ass, he's give a nigga
a buck 50 across his face, man,

blood everywhere, shit gushin',
C.O.'s not even comin',

lettin' the whole shit go down, man.

What's up with your peoples, man?

Hey, but, yo.
Go ahead.

What was, um, what was
the Puerto Rican kid's name?

Rico, Chico, some... Mico... some shit.

He from the east side, man.
You know him.

He be poppin' willies, man,
selling coke,

Always fuckin' with the bitches,
think he a pretty nigga.

You know...
you know that nigga, man.

You know him.
He sell a lot of coke, man.

- When you get out, man?
- Shit, man. I don't even know, man.

We gonna keep that on the low,

I ain't seen you, you ain't seen me,
a'ight, Ace?

Ahh, special.

You stay cool like how you be cool, a'ight?

- A'ight. Water.
- A'ight.

Yo, I'm Rico, man, how you doin', G?

Just wanna say good lookin'
on that little situation.

Oh, that shit back there
was nothin', man.

Anything you need, let me know.
That's why I'm here, B.

- Good lookin', man.
- Yeah, definitely, man.

Hey, yo, let me get an extra water, B.

- Good. Thank you, man.
- Where you from, B?

Oh, I'm from everywhere, baby.

Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens,
uptown, downtown.

- Oh, yeah? You from everywhere, huh?
- Switzerland.

It's early.
It's only midnight?

12:30.

Damn.

[Beeper beeps]

Who that?

- Hmm?
- Who's that?

I don't know this number.

Oh, you don't know
the number, huh?

[Scoffs]

Here come the bullshit.

Unh-unh.

Can I get two more grape sodas?

Get on over here.

No, don't come over here.
I'm serious.

You got the sauce all on your cheeks.

Oh, yeah, now you wanna be all on me.

When we was in the club,
you was dashin' out.

What was up with that?

What you mean
what was up with me at the club?

The club ain't my scene.

[Ace] I like to go to the club,
take care of my business,

Talk to the people I need to talk to,
put it down like that.

Everybody checkin' you,
checkin' me, all flashy and shit.

That's not my thing.

You're just borin', that's all.

That's all.

- I ain't that boring.
- Oooh, oooh.

- Big shit.
- I really ain't that boring.

What, I'm supposed to take this
and go shopping?

If I'm so borin',
why you with me?

First of all,
I ain't impressed by that.

I'm with you 'cause I'm borin', too.

A'ight?

[Scoffs]

Give me that money back
and give me a kiss.

[Laughs]

Word to mother, man.

She's feelin' good.

Word.

Yo. Yo, these guys have been
lookin' for you all day.

I don't know these motherfuckers, man.

- Yo, Ace, right?
- Yeah, man.

What's goin' on, baby?
Yo, I hear you got that butter.

You holdin'?

You know me, man,
or somebody?

I don't think you know me, man,
you know what I'm sayin'?

I think somebody been misleadin'
you, you know what I mean?

Ah, come on, man.
Look at you.

Got this European joint all done up,

- All rimmed out and everything.
- Hey, yo, my man,

me and my man right now,
we chillin' right here.

We tryin' to build right here
inside of here.

I don't know nothin'
about what you talkin' about, Understand?

Yo, we'll meet up again, right?

Different time,
different circumstances?

Yeah, maybe it'll be love next time,
you know what I'm sayin'?

A'ight. Maybe.

Corny motherfuckers, man.

Got the silent routine,
his boy with him and shit.

Something was up with those cats.

They was either stickup kids or the feds.

Either way,
I wasn't fuckin' with 'em.

[Knock on door]

Hey, yo, Lulu?

Moneybags?

[Whistle]

[Speaks in Spanish]

Excuse me, um...

What's going on?

Do you know this man?

No, um...
But I'm here about Lulu.

Lulu... uh.

He... Somebody killed him.
You know, I found him.

[Sighs]

Why come here?

Well, it being that, you know,

me and him, we did a lot
of business together, right?

One time he brought me here before,
so that's why I came here.

Hmm. How much in the bag?

- 200 long.
- 200?

Why didn't you keep it?

[Gasps]

Damn.

Nah. I ain't like that, man.

Know what I mean?
Oh, um...

[gun cocks]

Eduardo, calm.

Not here, man.

Calm yourself, Eduardo.

What you got there?

It's just some stuff that I, you know.

- What?
- It's Lulu.

- Eh?
- He likes the rocks.

[Chuckles]

Luis Lujano.

Yeah, cash is too bulky for him.

Real Estate and rocks,

that's his game.

Hmm. So, let me get this straight.

You just gonna give me all this stuff.

Why? I mean, it's not my birthday.

I'm saying I sold a lot for him,
you know what I mean?

And, uh...
Maybe we go on.

Oh.

Can you handle 10 keys all by yourself?

- Yeah.
- Good.

[Ace]
See, the thing about the game is,

the shit don't stop.

You could be hurt,
and it don't matter.

Business will still roll up on you.

[Indistinct conversations]

Hey, yo.
Yo, yo, yo.

What's up, man?

Rico buggin' out.

[Motorcycle engine roaring]

Holy shit.

[Indistinct shouting]

[Indistinct conversations]

My nigga.
That's my nigga.

[Indistinct conversations continue]

What up, B?

[Engine revs]

What's happening?

- What's up?
- You're Ace, right? Huh?

Yeah, no doubt, baby.

It's a navy blue Beemer, huh?

- Yeah.
- Doin' your thing, man.

Gold BBS', '87.

- '87 joint, huh?
- Word.

Hey, yo, man,
I'm Mitch's man, B.

You got any problems, man,
let me know, man, a'ight?

Yeah, no doubt.

- We'll talk.
- We gonna talk, B.

We definitely gonna do some business, B.
When Mitch get out,

Me, you, and Mitch
gonna do some business.

What's up, partner?

Home!
I'm home, baby.

- Yeah!
- Yo, yo, yo.

Listen, give this to Mitch.

Yeah, that's the little punk there.

Got little man
giving me bricks of money now?

Hey, what you doin' over here, man?

Y'all doin' things while a nigga gone?
Check this girl out!

You all right?

I'm good.

Yo, baby.
Glad to be home, man.

Yeah, man.

Glad to see you, man.

I been hearin' wonderful things
about you, man.

- Oh, yeah?
- No lie about that, man.

I see you got your little jewel shining,

Got a beeper now.
Got a beeper now.

Nigga got a Rolex now.
What you doin', B?

Yeah, yeah, no doubt.

And that's lookin' very fresh.
Very fresh.

- Yeah?
- I see you doin' good things, B.

You like that?

Love that.

That's my style right there.

Hold onto that, man.

It is your style,
you know what I'm sayin'?

Ain't quite my style.

This nigga here.

Little somethin', kid.

Word, man, word, man.
No doubt.

Yo, but on the real...
Hey, man.

You wanna hook a nigga up, man?

Hook me up with some of them keys
I been hearin' about,

you know what I'm sayin'?

- I got you, man.
- Back, baby.

You know what I'm sayin'?
Your nigga's back, man.

A'ight? Let's do this.
I got you.

Let's see what this lookin' like.

See what the hell's going on
with this here, man.

Let's see how the engine sounds, Ace.

You understand, making sure
you ain't, you know...

[engine turns over]

- [Cheering]
- ♪♪ [rap music plays]

[Brucie B.]
To my nigga Mitch back home

for beatin' that murder rap.
Can't keep a good nigga down.

Yeah, we get money uptown style, a'ight?

[Ace]
It felt good to be rollin' through Harlem

top down and Mitch at the wheel.

I just wanted to get my man set up

and back where he belong,
on the stage.

[Brucie B.]
The Maximas, the Jettas...

Don't know how we do the roll.

We got a lot of things poppin' off, yo.
We got a lot of things poppin' off.

[Speaking indistinctly]

I saw your man, man.
I talked to your man, um...

Panamanian,
Puerto Rican cat.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I seen him.
Talked to me.

- He came up on me.
- Oh, uh, Rico.

I had a little confrontation
in there, you know.

He definitely did, uh,
come through, man, you know.

Not sayin' that a nigga
ain't gonna handle

what a nigga gotta handle, you know.

- No question.
- He definitely did, but at the same time...

You know, the nigga definitely
did show me some love, so.

Thinkin' that, you know,
it might be good...

You know, maybe we could
throw him in there somewhere,

you know, I don't know.
We might be able to use...

You know, it's up to you,
you know what I'm sayin'?

[Sonny beat boxing]

Hey, Mitch,
how much this cost?

Man, why you worried about
how much those cost?

You 'bout to buy a car or somethin'?

Yo, so when you gonna
take me to the club?

Come on, little man,
you don't need to be up in no club.

I just wanna see it.

Well, Uncle Ice say y'all in
there throwin' your cash around,

lookin' all fly.

Let me tell you something,
little man.

Fuck Ice.
Don't be listenin' to Ice.

You hear what I'm sayin'?
Look at me, man.

Ice ain't no real man.

A real man handles his business.
A real man takes care of his family.

Ice don't do none of that.

You understand?

The only thing you need to be
concerned with right now

is going to school.
That's it, a'ight?

A'ight.

- A'ight?
- A'ight.

- You ready to be a big man?
- Yeah.

Come sit in the front seat, man. A'ight?

Mr. Mitch, man,
I've been lookin' all over for you, man.

How you doin'?

- I'm chillin'.
- Good.

Life is good, man.

I can tell.
Chubby Beemer, huh?

- This next year's shit?
- You know how I do, man.

Shit is hot right here, man.

I seen you and A. Up at 55th 10,
the Porsches up, man.

Happy you back in business, man,
you're doin' your thing, man.

I'm hearin' life is good
for you, too, man.

You know, cats is tellin' me

you're doin' your thing on the east side,
so I guess this

situation with A.
Is workin' out pretty good.

Listen, man, you know I'm gonna do my thing.
I'm gonna eat regardless.

That don't mean nothing but trou...
I been down in D.C.

- D.C?
- D.C. Is definitely ready for us, man.

D.C. Is it.

I'm tellin' you, man.
Mitch, look at me.

D.C.
D.C. Is it.

We need to make that happen.

Yo, you spoke to A. About that?

I mean, you know,
I spoke to A., but A. Is A.

You know, he runnin' around,
tellin' me get with him later on.

You know how it is.

But we need to make
the D.C. Thing happen.

I'm gonna talk to him, B.

- I'm gonna talk to him.
- That's why I love you.

That's why I love you.
Good lookin' out, man.

I appreciate that, man.
Good lookin' out.

- That your little man right there?
- No doubt.

- What up, little man?
- What's up, man?

- You a'ight?
- Yeah!

Little motherfucker need a medallion
'round that big-ass head of his, B.

But, Mitch, get with me, man.
D.C. Is it, man, holler at me, man.

[Car door closes]

Rico came through,
acting all excited and all that,

talkin' 'bout he ready
to expand or somethin'.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

What you think about that, B?

Expand like what?

I don't know, I didn't really get to talk
to him too much about it.

He talkin' 'bout he wanna go
to D.C. Or somethin.'

No, man. No, man.

I ain't goin' nowhere, man.

That's what I'm sayin'...
You know, Harlem, man.

Showin' us love here.

No doubt.
Life is good in Harlem, baby.

♪ I can feel it
comin' in the air tonight ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ I've been waiting
for this moment ♪

♪ For all my life ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ I can feel it
in the air tonight ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ Well, I've been waitin'
for this moment ♪

♪ For all my life ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ I can feel it
comin' in the air tonight ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

[Calvin]
Yo, remember me, junior?

What's up, baby?
You out?

Yeah, but fuck all that, man.

I heard you top dog now.

Yeah, man,
know what I'm sayin'?

- Live and maintain.
- Yeah?

This nigga maintaining.

Niggas all over the world tellin' me
you runnin' the neighborhood.

Walk with me over here, man.

Yeah.

[Clears throat]

I'll be back.

Hey, yo.
Y'all hold on, man.

Yeah.

Hey, you know I'm gonna handle this, right?

I mean, you know how I was.
[Chuckles]

Yeah, but, you know,
that was then.

Now, see, listen,
this how it's gonna go down.

I'm gonna... Look, I'm gonna set you up
with a little corner,

You know what I...
You understand what I'm sayin'?

But, um, I'm gonna let my man work it.

So, all you gotta do,
Calvin, man,

Is just lay low and make this money.

Yeah, come on, baby.
You know I don't relax with the help.

You know how I get down.

And if... I'm sayin',
look at you, though, man.

This is... God.
Come on, man. You understand.

[Chuckles]

Junior doin' his thing.

Ace.
Just call me "Ace."

You're about to get your
motherfuckin' head slapped off

Your motherfuckin' shoulders, bitch.

Wait right here, man.

- Hey, yo, B.
- What's up, B?

This nigga, Wedge,
one of your workers, man?

Word. So, what's up, D?

They sayin' he was tryin'
to set you up, B.

- Come on, man.
- Hey, man, come find...

Hey, yo, bring this bitch-ass nigga
over here, B.

I know this nigga ain't tryin' to set me up.
What's up, man?

You feedin' this
motherfucker, too, man. Fuck.

Hey, yo, so what's going on, man?
I'm hearin' things, man.

- Both hands down, man.
- Put your fuckin' hands down, man.

Everything ain't all right, man?

I ain't eatin'!

You ain't eatin'?
What you mean you ain't...

You ain't makin' this paper, man?
Everybody eats, B.

Man, fuck this nigga, man.

Don't look me in my motherfuckin' face
like that, man, look away.

Fuck this nigga, B.
Turn around. Move up.

Stay still, motherfucker.

Ah!

Get your ass out of here,
motherfucker.

Hey, yo, B.
Hey, yo, A., man,

That's what the fuck will happen
to anybody disre...

Put that away, man.

You're right, you're right,
you're right.

But that's what the fuck
will happen to anybody

who disrespect
this family, man.

Me and you is family.
I'm not gonna let that shit slide, B.

If I hear somethin' goin' on,
I'm gonna handle it, B.

- Word.
- 'Cause niggas not gonna disrespect,

when my niggas feel the same way, B.

And that's what's gonna fuckin'
happen to anybody who disrespects you, B.

I love you, B. Anything, B.
Let me know, man.

- All right, baby.
- A'ight?

Word most.

Look out. Let this nigga
get in the whip, man.

- Let me know, man.
- You got it, baby.

The chain, B?

Oh, got your man.
You're shinin' now, nigga.

- You good now.
- [Engine turns over]

You good now, nigga.
You a ice nigga, we good.

A'ight? Where the fuck
is the flash at?

Where the fuck is the flash?

Take the fuckin'
picture right, man.

[Indistinct conversations]

Get it right!

Hey, what's goin' on, dog?
It's good, man?

Poppin'!

Lookin' good, D.

Chillin', man,
you know my peoples, man.

- Y'all met already.
- What's up, man?

- He's family, coz.
- Yo, man.

Yeah, we met up on that ride.
Know what I mean?

Yo, sorry 'bout all that, you know?

I wasn't tryin' to get up
all on you or nothin' like that.

You know, hope there's no hard
feelings or anything like that.

In my part of D.C.,

it's just not poppin',
so I thought I'd come to you.

A'ight.

What's goin' on?
I got his number,

So you can holler at him
when you get a chance,

Know what I mean?

My peoples. My peoples.

Yo, by the way, you got a price
in on them things?

Yeah, man, I got your number,
you know what I'm sayin'?

A'ight, man.

I'll give you a call.

A'ight, dog.
It's all good, man.

A'ight.

What you doin', cousin?

Hey, why your family act
so motherfuckin' nervous, man?

- They're my peoples, man.
- Nigga act like the feds.

Let's take
the motherfuckin' picture.

[Man laughing]

That's how you fuck, nigga.
You see?

I hit her with
the doggie shit right there.

You see it?
You see it right there?

[Chatter]

This is the greatest stuff.

What's happenin', baby?

Nigga, you see.
You see, right?

Do you see?
[Grunting]

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, yo, man.

You really don't have to be
out here like this,

broadcasting all your fuckin' porno shit

and takin' your pictures puttin'
your guns in the air, man.

You drawin' too much
motherfuckin' attention.

Nigga, that's what I do, man.

I'm livin'.
What you doin'?

Nigga, I'm definitely fuckin'
livin' with you, B.

You understand what I'm sayin'?

I'm just doin' my shit
on the low side, you know?

You know what I'm sayin'?

No, A., what are you sayin'?

- [Moans]
- Throw that ass back!

I'm sayin' live and maintain.

Maintain?
My niggas is maintainin'

and we gettin' money, so.
What are you really sayin', A?

I'm sayin' you keep shit cool, nigga.

Everybody's gonna eat.
Everybody gonna get this money.

Everybody can be happy.

We don't have to be on
front street all the time, baby.

Okay, take it easy, man.
Keep your voice down, man.

Keep your voice down.

Niggas ain't gonna talk.

Hey, yo, A., man,
niggas been talkin', man.

You know, I'm with y'all niggas

'cause I'm lovin' this shit
and everything, B.

But niggas wanna position
theyselves to make other moves.

Half of these niggas
wanna be the man "just 'cause."

All I'm sayin', A.
I'm not everybody, B.

- [Moaning]
- Know what I mean?

But everybody do need to check out
that nigga right there,

'cause he's gettin' money
and pussy.

And niggas need to be gettin' it
just like that, A.,

in that position right there.
On video and shit.

[Laughs]

Funny-ass nigga, man.

You ain't even seen
when I put my leg up.

[Brucie B.]
Don't forget to pick up on them, y'all.

Got it right here in the deejay booth.

Yo, man, let me talk to
you for a minute.

On the roller skates, my man.

On the roller skates.
Keep it movin'. Let's go. Whoo!

Yo, what's up with your man?

Who, Rico?

No, I'm talking about this kid
you got running my block for me.

I mean, he's cool and all that.
Don't get me wrong.

Kind of reminds me of you

when you was out here
runnin' 'round broke.

But the point is,
I don't fuckin' need him.

You hot.

- I'm hot?
- Yeah, nigga, you hot.

You just got out the joint,
understand what I'm sayin'?

The cops are watching you.
Yes, you hot.

Come on, A.,
what you take me for, man?

Your man Mitch just got out of jail.

Is you schooling him like this, too?

I don't have to do that
with him, man.

You just need to lay low, man.
That's all you gotta do.

I'm hookin' you up.

How is you hookin' me up?

How I'm hookin' you up?
Nigga, you got money in your fuckin' pocket?

I'll deal the block.
It's my block.

No. You can't do that,
'cause if you get fuckin' busted,

you fuckin' all of my shit up.

You understand that?
And I ain't havin' that.

You better have this the way
I'm givin' this to you, or you can step.

Man, fuck him.
He don't get shit anyway.

Who the fuck is this

Kermit the frog-face ass nigga
right here, B?

Co, co, co, co, co.

Slap the shit out you, B.

Hold on one motherfuckin' second, man.

I said I got it
over here, man, thank you.

You know what, A?
I see you out here,

You're doin' your thing
with your man, and that's cool.

He's a funny guy and all that.

So, I'm gonna step, a'ight?

But I'll see you later.

Fuck out of here.

Man, I keep tellin' you
the same fuckin' thing about things, man.

You always tellin' me, man?

What the fuck is the use havin'
soldiers if you can't use 'em?

That's why I'm Rico.
That's why I do what I do, man.

[Moans]

Mmm. What's up, baby?

Nothin'.

Mm-hmm.

[Sighs]

So, when we gonna have this kid?

As soon as you start spendin'
more time with me.

[Chuckles]

Now you're stressin' me?

[Groans]
Come on, baby.

It's just...

This is the last time we gonna have alone,

and you just visitin' already.

Did I say I was gonna be there?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Okay.

It's gonna be fine, baby.

It's gonna be a nice, fine,
boring life.

[Television blaring indistinctly]

Sonny.
Sonny.

Sonny, come on.
Get up, man. What you doin' here?

Huh? What you doin' here?

I fa... fa... fall asleep.

- Where's mommy?
- I think she left.

She left?

Sonny?

Who you talkin' to?

Come on, man.

Go on to the room, okay?
Go ahead.

Hey, Sonny, you hear me
talkin' to you, man.

Well.

Moneymakin' Mitch.

High roller come to visit.

What the fuck you doin' here, Ice?

You live here?
I don't think you do, B.

The fuck you talkin'...
Fuck off me, man.

Yo! I'm tired of seeing you
comin' through them doors, man.

You in here,
livin' off my moms,

you gettin' high
in front of Sonny, man!

Don't fuckin' come back no more!
You understand that?

Hey, baby, you the one sold me the drugs
I'm gettin' high on, come on.

Don't fuckin' walk away from me, nigga.

I sold you those drugs
so that you could make money,

you forgetful motherfucker!

You got high,
so you fucked up, nigga.

- I fucked up?
- Yeah, you fucked up!

[Chuckles]

No, no, no,
no, no, no.

You fucked up!

What, you think bringing

a couple bags of groceries
in here means somethin'?

You ain't supportin' shit.

You got a pocketful of money!

You won't even give your mama
no real money!

Hey, what about Sonny?

Aw, you so worried about Sonny.
Oh, that's right.

He gonna follow in your footsteps.

[Chuckles]

Moneymakin' Sonny.

I better not ever see your fuckin' ass
walk through these doors again!

You understand me?
Let me tell you somethin'.

You, Tommy, the rest of them
bum-ass niggas at the store

are dead on the streets.

You ain't never gonna see
none of my money. Never!

You understand that?
Get the fuck out of here!

Get the fuck out!

And give me them fuckin' keys, man.

Get the fuck out of here!

I see you again, Ice, I'm tellin' you,
I gonna fuckin' kill you.

Sonny?

Come here, man.

Come here.

[Panting]

Come here, man.

I'm sorry about that, all right?

I'm sorry about that, man.

[Sighs]
Don't worry, man.

We gonna get out of here, all right?

What's up, man?
You a'ight?

- Chillin', man.
- Word.

Know what, A., man?

I think I need to go out tonight, man.

All right?
Meet me at the top.

We're gonna party for real.

- Everything a'ight?
- Everything's cool, man.

You know, I just need
to be around some love, that's all.

- You a'ight?
- I'm chillin'.

All right, well, come around here, baby.
Come on the other side of this gate.

I'll show you some love, Mitch.

Come on, dick.
Come on, dick.

You wanna see some love?
It's love day.

I'm showin' people love
out here on the court.

You ain't ready for me, A.

- I got you.
- You ain't ready for me, man.

- All right?
- All right, my nigga.

[Crowd cheering]

[Brucie B.]
I'm sayin' y'all got to know

who's coming to the stage to represent.
Are y'all ready to rock or what?

- [Crowd cheering]
- All right, without any further ado,

we want to bring to the rooftop stage

the one, the only, the world's greatest,

Doug E. Fresh!

[Crowd cheering]

Everybody from the rooftop
make some noise!

♪ I wanted this to be special,
something more ♪

♪ Than any other feeling
that you felt before ♪

♪ Pushin' through the doors
I see girls havin' a good time ♪

♪ I might say a rhyme ♪

♪ Old school, new school
no school rule, baby ♪

♪ But other than that
everything is cool ♪

♪ I see guys and girls dancin',
doin' the new dances ♪

♪ Kissin' while
I'm over here romancin' ♪

♪ You ain't sh...
no need to curse ♪

♪ Ask me who she is
and let me tell you first ♪

♪ Slow down, be cool,
and don't act ill ♪

♪ I came to have a good time,
party and chill with you ♪

♪ But plans are made to be
broken, smokin' ♪

♪ I'm not jokin', try to dis me
and I will give you a token ♪

♪ We're the type of people
that can't be stopped ♪

♪ And no matter what
we're gonna ♪

♪ Keep... Keep...
Keep risin' to the top ♪

Let me hear you say, "Ho! Ho!"

[All]
Ho! Ho!

Ho! Ho!

[All]
Ho! Ho!

[Muffled]
Say, "Ho! Ho!"

[All]
Ho! Ho!

[Muffled speaking]

[Muffled audio]

[Slurred audio]

[Indistinct speaking]

Ahh!

[Slurred audio]

Make the shot there, baby.
That's all, Mitch.

Mitch!

Ah, nigga, that's all.
Give me my money.

- [Laughs]
- Bet it right back.

But double up.

Right here, man.

What the fuck you mean?
This is five.

[Telephone rings]

I ain't giving him his food.

[Slurred audio]

Hello?

[Vocalizing]

[Keys jingling]

[Clattering]

[Grunting]

[Gun cocks]

Get the fuck up, motherfucker!

[Panting]

Get the fuck up!

[Panting]

[Crying]

What you waitin' for, man?

Ohh!

[Women crying]

Open the fuckin' safe, nigga!

[Crying]
Do what they say, Ace.

Open up the motherfuckin' safe, man.

[Sniffling]

It's too dark in here, man.
What the fuck?

I can't even see the...

Yo, get this nigga some light.

[Panting]

[Coughs]

Come on, man.
Open this fuckin' safe.

Yo, Calvin, man,
why you doing this?

Fuck all that!

Shut the fuck up!

[Screaming]

Fuckin' asking me "why this?"
Or "why that?"

You think I'm playin'?

Leave him alone!
Please!

You think I'm playin'?

Open that fuckin' safe, man!

[Crying]

Look at me.

[Crying]
No!

Look at me.
I said look at me!

You think I'm some
Kermit motherfucker now? Huh?

Listen, man, don't fuckin' do this, man.

You think I'm fuckin' playin'?
Open the safe!

Hold on, man!

Now, next time I ain't gonna miss.

A'ight?

There ain't even no money
in this safe, man.

There ain't shit in here.
I got 100 grand at the crib.

Look at this nigga playing games.
There ain't no money in the safe.

I can't see with fuckin' blood in my eyes.

Get his ass up out of here.

Fuck!
Take his ass home.

Clean him up.

Get up, man!
Get up, man!

[Women crying]

Get in there, man.

[Breathing heavily]

- [Water running]
- Now, I told you now, I'm not playin'.

Shut the fuck up!

What's the fuckin' combination? Huh?

Shut up with that cryin' shit!

I'm not trying to hear that!
What's the fuckin' combination?

♪ It's up to three ♪

[gunshots]

Aah!

♪ I'll be yours,
and you'll be mine ♪

[machine beeping]

[Babbling]

[Ace]
She was 7 pounds.

And her daddy survived.

[Clattering]

Only God and love
could have kept me breathing

after all those bullets.

I told myself when I could
breathe without a tube

I was gonna breathe deep.

[Hissing]

[Vehicle approaches]

What's up?

Nigga needs some work, man.
What's goin' on?

Ain't nothin' pumpin' right now, B.

Come on, man.
I know y'all got something.

Fuck, is you deaf, man?

I said we ain't got shit goin'
on right now, B.

So a nigga's supposed to starve
'cause your man got shot?

- What?
- Damn!

What's that, partner?

Calvin must got
you niggas shook.

Calvin?

What, you one of Calvin...
what the fuck?

Is you one of Calvin's
hoes, man?

[Shouting]

Get that nigga out of the car, man.

Get that bitch out of the car.

Get the fuck up.

Get up. Do you know what Calvin did?

- Come on, man. Don't do this.
- Get the fuck undressed.

[Both shouting]

Your sneakers, too!

Next time you talk about Calvin.

Get off the block!

[Ace]
With me out the gang,

shit got dry up on the streets real quick.

Watch your fuckin' mouth next time!

[Ace]
And Rico ain't showin' nobody love.

[Laughter]

[Indistinct]
Fuckin' bullshit.

[Chewing and crunching]

Ay, oh, ay, niggas get shot every day, B.

You be a'ight, nigga.

You're tough, right?

[Crunching]

I'm out, Rico.
You understand what I'm saying?

Look at me.

I've been shot in the head, baby.

My body different.
I'm breathing different.

You understand what I'm saying?

The doctor said I wasn't gonna
walk the same.

You understand what I'm saying?
I'm out.

Yo, A., man, pull your skirt down, B.

The streets is missing you, yo.

Come on, man. What you want...
Give all this shit up?

Yo, A., man, it's like this, man.
We down on our last bricks, man.

Shit's drying up out there.
You hear me?

Niggas ain't eatin' on the streets.

Everybody gettin' antsy out there, baby.

I know what floats A's boat.

Remember this, nigga?

We can go right around the corner.

Like I'm some kind of hoe.
You got paper.

[Engine revs]

- Right here.
- What's poppin', Kermie?

Aah!

A'ight, nigga?
You clean now.

Aah!

[Screaming]

[Engine revs]

[Squealing]

[Engine revving]

That motherfucker's gone.
He's not coming back, B.

I laid the murder game down.

Letting niggas know
we not fuckin' around, man.

Let's just cool, yo.

What the fuck are you doing, man?

Do you even know
what you're doing, man?

Don't have the fuckin' cops
coming up in here

looking for me, man,
on account of some shit you did.

You understand?

Shit is hot.

Well, then you need to give up the connect
and let us handle shit then, B.

Look, man, we know what's hot
on the streets, man.

Believe me, man.
We out there e'day.

But, yo, man,
we just got to take it easy, man. That's it.

I mean, it's like what the fuck
are we waiting for, B?

You know your connects
on the other motherfuckers.

We wastin' time.

And there's crack shit movin' in.

[Exhales]

You know what?

You just need a little more rest, B.

Cover up.
Get you some soup.

Some tea.

Come on, man.

You're talking crazy, B.

Ay, yo, check here your man.

Give him a thermometer,
take his temperature or something, man.

I'm outta here, Mitch.

Peace, baby.

Still got the flash of that gun
in my head, man.

That white light.

And it was like that light, man,
was sayin',

"You're dead."

A., you ain't got to be
thinking about that, man.

You here. You blessed.

A'ight, baby?
You blessed.

Seeing that light for a long time.

Gettin' this money.

Trying to stay, you know,
trying to stay up out the light.

Up out the spotlight,
the club,

and all that kind of stuff, man.

Trying to hide.

Trying to, you know...

But it's all fake.

Understand what I'm sayin'?

This life,

this game,

there ain't no love in it.

It don't love you back.

No. I feel ya, A.

I do, man.

But see, man,

a nigga like me, man,

I love the game.

I love the hustle, man.

I be feelin' like one of them
ball-playin' niggas, you know?

Like Bird or Magic
or something.

Yeah, you know a nigga got dough.

A nigga could leave the league.

But if I leave,

the fans still gonna love me, man?

I get love out here in Harlem, man.

I done sold coke on these streets, man.

Hash, weed, heroin.

As long as niggas is feeling it,

a nigga like me can hustle it.

That's my gift in life, A.

You know?

[Laughing]

What? What the fuck you laughing at, B?

[Laughs]

You, man.

You're funny, man.
You're a hustling motherfucker, man.

For real, baby.

You're fuckin' killin' me, man.

Come on.
You know me, baby.

Man.

Yo. I'm gonna hook you up
with that connect, man.

I'm gonna put in a word.

You just gotta give me some time
to make it happen.

Man, you just take all the time.
You just get better, baby. A'ight?

Definitely.

[Telephone rings]

Yeah, what up?
Who this?

Wait, wait, wait.
What?

Wait, calm down.
Calm down, first of...

I'm coming home, a'ight?
Just take it easy.

Take it easy.
I'm gonna be there in a minute.

What's up, Ma?
What's going on?

Huh?

Sonny here yet?
Sonny!

Mitch.

[Paper rustling]

What the fuck is th...
Who gave this to you?

What's this a joke or something?

[Crying]

Where's this nigga Ice?

You told him not to come here!
What is he supposed...

Look, I know what I told him to do.

Look, did he tell you anything?
Does he know anything?

No, Mitch! Shit!
Just pay the guy!

What are you talkin' about?
Who gave this to you?

Look, look, look.
Stop talking about my money.

Look, let me find out what's going on first!

Just calm down.
Calm down!

Get away.

Look, he's probably on 42nd street
playing video games

or something like that, all right?
Let me just take care of it.

Let me look and see what's going
on out there first.

All right? Calm down.

[Sighs]

[Mitch]
Yo, A., Sonny's gone, man.

[Ace]
What?

[Mitch]
Yo, somebody took him, man. Somebody.

[Ace]
What you mean somebody took him?

[Mitch]
Nah, this shit is real, B. They came around,

they dropped off a note, man,
asking for money, man.

[Ace]
Who? Who?

[Mitch]
Look, they want $500,000

or they gonna kill him or something.

That's what they said, man.

[Ace]
Shit. $500,000. W-w...

[Mitch]
I only got 120 thou on me right now, cash.

A., I need that connect, man.
I need to get these keys, man,

so I can get this money
for Sonny's ransom fee.

[Ace]
Slow down a second, man.

I got you. You know, I got you.

[Mitch]
You know what I'm saying?

'Cause this ain't for him, A.
This ain't for him, man.

[Ace]
Right.

[Dial tone]

They jerked him, man.

They fuckin' jerked him, man.

They sent me his finger
in an envelope, man.

All bloody and shit.

[Crying] I don't know what to do, A.
I don't, man.

I feel naked out here, B.

I'm thinking about how they got Sonny

in some abandoned building
or some basement

just fuckin' bleedin', man.

He's dyin', man.

They're killin' my little man, B.

I'm about to beat on
some real murder shit, A.

I'm telling you, man.

Any nigga that ever looked
at me wrong,

owes me money,

or ever said any jealous
bullshit about me is fuckin' dead.

You understand what the fuck
I'm saying, A?

They're fuckin' dead, man.

I don't give a fuck
about nothing, man.

But I need my little man back, B.

I need him back, man.

I'm dead out here, man.
I can't function.

I can't, B.

There's 22 keys.

14 of them for Sonny.

8 of them I kept.

Sell those,
pay this connect back.

It's in the bag,
you know what I mean?

Yeah. A'ight.

Fuckin' hear anything, man.

You understand?

You got what you need?

Yeah.

Let me know, man.

'Cause that's my motherfuckin'
little man, too, man.

Let me know.

It's gonna be a'ight.

It's gonna be a'ight, man.

Gonna get him back, man.

No doubt.

Keisha?

[Crying]

What's wrong?

Fuck.

They found Sonny?

No. Not Sonny.

[Crying]

They found Mitch.

He got... He got shot in the head, baby.

[Crying]

He's dead.

What?

He's dead!

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Oh.

What?

Fuck!

All I had left of Mitch
was his voice in my head

saying that he was gonna meet
up with Rico that night.

You good?

You know I got all my niggas
lookin' for the little nigga now, B.

Sonny like my little brother, too.

Anything you need let me know.

Good-lookin', baby,
'cause I need your help, Ric.

I need you to help me sell these 14 keys

so I can get this ransom money
for Sonny, man.

You got 14 bricks right there?

Yeah.

- Who'd you off... A?
- Yeah, man, but look, B.

Once we get my little
brother back, man,

we right the fuck back on, baby.

We right the fuck back on
once I get Sonny.

It's gonna be business... ohh!

Hey, yo, A.

What up?

You a'ight, B?

No, man.
Fucked up.

You know I'm fucked up
over this shit, too, B.

I murdered them niggas
who did that shit to Mitch, B.

I'm trying to find out.

I haven't found
any of the damn keys

in that building with Mitch.

Keys?

Yeah, I gave Mitch a set of keys
to get Sonny back, man.

I know he had the fuckin' keys
in there with him, man.

Now, you know, I got to get
the money or the keys, man,

To pay this connect back with.

Hey, yo, B., why you ain't
callin' me on that shit, B?

You know I would have went
with that nigga Mitch

and made that shit happen for you, ay.

I know, I know, man.
That's on me. I fucked up.

[Gunshot]

[Gasps]

You talk to Mitch yesterday?

I ain't talked to Mitch
or see that nigga

the whole goddamn day yesterday, B.

What happened to your face, man?

What?

I said, "What happened to your face?"

[Gunshot]

This shit?

I was fuckin' with this
wild-ass bitch last night.

You know how I play, B.

That's wild, boy.
You a wild motherfucker, man.

- Yeah.
- You videotape that shit?

You think you know me and shit, man.

I ain't tape that shit last night, B.

I kept another set of keys, understand?

To sell for when
the ransom was paid.

Now, look, the way
shit is now, man,

It's too hot out on the streets
for me to be caught with myself

trying to go out there
and conduct something.

I'm gonna need you to do me this.

I want you to sell these keys for me.

Give me the money,
I can pay it to the connect.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Then I take you in there,
introduce you to the connect.

So you want me to sell all the keys?

Yeah. It's like this.

I been talking to these kids from out of town

who say, you know, they'd take these keys...

[beeper beeping]

Buy them at a higher price
than what's goin'.

You understand what I'm sayin'?

So, you know, all you
got to do is sell them.

Then you take the extra cheese
off the top.

You understand what I'm sayin'?

Then I can walk away.
We all can walk away set.

And you're cool
with that?

I'm cool.
I'm cool with that.

I don't believe you, A.

I mean, you gonna give up all this shit?

About how much?

Yeah, nigga.
I said I was going.

I wanted out.

Oh, no. I'm gonna need more
than that for sure.

I wasn't playin' when I said that.
You understand?

What's up, man?
A'ight?

- A'ight.
- Good.

Let's go up here.
After you.

You're crazy, B.

Nigga fucking giving up.

I love you, B.

- Put it down!
- [Gunshots]

Fucking gonna give up
all this shit, man.

[Sirens wailing]

[Cops]
Freeze! Put your hands up!

- You a'ight?
- No. I'm fucked up, man. You understand?

Drop the bag!
Drop the bag!

Anything you need let me know, man.

Down!

You lookin' to play no ball, baby?

Yo, A., call me, B.

Call me, B.
A'ight?

[Ace]
Yeah, I called him.

And I gave him the number
of fake-ass dealers

who turned out to be the feds.

See, I knew Rico's
greed would destroy him

and set me free.

I'm sure that he would say
I went out like a punk.

But fuck it.

It's a price I could live with.

I don't like the motherfucker anyway.
I did it.

[Ace]
25 to life...

I did that.

[Ace]
Rico can't live with that.

I ain't snitchin' on nobody
from Harlem, man.

I'll give you a couple cats
down in D.C.

Doing they thing out of town,
doing they thing,

but, um, I'm not snitchin'
on nobody in Harlem

'cause when I come home,
I'm still gonna be the King.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Ace]
Meanwhile, Janet sat by the phone,

but no more calls came.

[Crying]

Mitch had it right about Ice.

His uncle was the one
not looking out for family.

His bitterness
towards his nephew Mitch

was taken out on his other nephew Sonny.

His own blood.

Tommy did Ice's dirty work.

When the ransom money didn't come,

he killed Sonny.

The game was over.

[Brucie B.]
All right, you know what I'm sayin'?

♪ Throw your hands up ♪

♪ Wave 'em around some ♪

♪ Throw your hands up ♪

♪ Wave 'em around, 'round ♪

♪ If you want a million
dollars, put your hands up ♪

♪ If you like sex,
put your hands up ♪

♪ And if you want a million dollars,
throw your guns up ♪

♪ And if you like sex,
pull your nuts up ♪

♪♪ [man rapping indistinctly]

[Ace]
Now there's a new game.

Us old players are gone.

But you can see our story
on music videos

with prop guns
and fake champagne.

I guess you don't have to be
somebody no more.

I guess you can just front like
you somebody you ain't.

I have a family.

Lulu's bag of diamonds made
a down payment on a new life.

As my man Mitch would say,

"Life is good."

♪ Put your hands up,
wave them around some ♪

[Ace]
Maybe I will be the George Jefferson

of the neighborhood.

♪ Wave them around, 'round ♪

[man rapping indistinctly]

[Ace]
I'll get back to you on that.

Like "what?"
Looking down here like...

Look at the world like
down here like "what?"

Money, money.

[All shouting]

Action!

♪ Put your hands up...
In divorce court ♪

[rapping indistinctly]

♪ Mr. Media multi, stage
and screen, "fit" magazine ♪

♪ The radio, cassettes,
and CDs ♪

[rapping indistinctly]

♪ Put your guns up, you know I don't tease,
don't say, "Please" ♪

♪ If you want a million
dollars, put your hands up ♪

♪ And if you like sex,
put your hands up ♪

♪ And if you want a million
dollars, throw your guns up ♪

♪ And if you like sex,
pull your nuts up ♪

♪ Throw your hands up ♪

♪ Wave 'em around some ♪

♪ Throw your hands up ♪

♪ Wave 'em around, 'round ♪

♪ Now, if you want a million
dollars, put your hands up ♪

♪ And if you like sex,
put your hands up ♪

♪ And if you want a million
dollars, throw your guns up ♪

♪ And if you like sex,
pull your nuts up ♪

♪ Crowd motivator,
the home invader ♪

♪ I'm my own bouncer,
bodyguard ♪

♪ Alpha, gamma, to the beta,
Darth Vader ♪

♪ May the force be with you,
may the ford hit you ♪

♪... Slipping rhymes like... ♪

♪ Gymnastics, 21/2 sumi with
a full twist, full pike ♪

♪ Want to break my shit?
Give me 5 mics ♪

♪ 5 mics, 2 turntables,
20 joints, and... ♪

♪... 'Cause I got
a lot of balls ♪

♪ Got guts like...
I'm flying like holy pigeons ♪

♪ My own religion...
Drunken monkey ♪

♪ The... A secret
for keepin' it real ♪

♪ I'll take a record deal ♪

[rapping indistinctly]

♪ You started, you starved
like it was... ♪

♪ Cut a hit to win,
hit again, win again ♪

♪ Hit again, it's great
don't hate, celebrate, yo ♪

♪ Throw your hands up ♪

♪ Wave 'em around some ♪

♪ Throw your hands up ♪

♪ Wave 'em around, 'round ♪

[rapping indistinctly]

♪ Ladies with the real hair... ♪

♪ Put your hands up...
In divorce court ♪

[rapping indistinctly]

♪ Mr. Media multi, stage
and screen, "fit" magazine ♪

♪ The radio, cassettes,
and CDs ♪

[rapping indistinctly]

♪ Put your guns up,
you know I don't tease, don't say, "Please" ♪

♪ If you want a million
dollars, put your hands up ♪

♪ And if you like sex,
put your hands up ♪

♪ And if you want a million dollars,
throw your guns up ♪

♪ And if you like sex,
pull your nuts up ♪

♪ Now, you hearing the hot new
shit like this shit here ♪

♪ You need to go check out
my man... ♪♪

♪♪ [hip-hop music plays]

[Record scratching]

Battle physically.
Conquer mentally.