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* We're going *
(tense rap music)

* They in da cut *

* They in da cut *

* They in da cut *

* They in da cut *

* They in da cut *

* I ain't gotta say too much *

- [Man] No more black on black-

* They in da cut *

* Don't tell a nigga load up *

* They in da cut *

- We're headed to the spot,
call you when we're done.

* Come on, ready to go *

* They in da cut *

* With me, my lady *

* They in da cut *

* I ain't gotta say too much *

- [Man] No more black on black

* They in da cut *

* Don't tell a nigga load up *
(gun fires)

* They in da cut *

* Me and my nigga
don't give a fuck *

- [Man] Them boys ready to go!

* They in da cut with me *
(gun fires)

* Believe that *

* Now the everyday shit *

* That's a young nigga slide *

* When they big shit, then
the young nigga ride *

* Well my nigga 05 do
you fuck nigga's eye *

* Got some liquor for the
double y'all let shit fly *

* A honey and a cut for me *

* They gonna cut for me *

* Bitch a big gloss *

* For the gloss on
daddy gonna bug for me *

* I'm gonna blow,
where's it headed at *

* Where you gotta
keep a 40 Glock *

* Gotta keep a cool tat *

* You think I'm dumb
than you're wrong Jack *

* I be in in da cut and
all our boys on that *

* That's why we put it
on black on black *

* Don't make a deed all
up in your business *

* Long club gonna get dat *

* Wrong move will leave
your ass mismatch *

* Round two gotta cut dat *

* I keep a 40 Glock
brother where my hip at *

* When the B dealer
coming where his grip at *

* Standoff shot, oh forget dat *

* They pulling up by the
bar where you sit at *

* Cut your hair, clip that *

* Fucking head like a
gun when I spit that *

* Uh-Huh *

* They in da cut *

* I ain't gotta say too much *

- [Man] No more black on black-

* They in da cut *

* Don't tell a nigga load up *

* They in da cut *

* Me and my nigga
don't give a fuck *

- [Man] Them boys ready to go!

* They in da cut *

- Hey bro, go look out
for him real quick bro.

* They in da cut *

- Tell us who the
motherfucker connect is nigga!

* Don't tell a nigga load up *

* They in da cut *

* Me and my nigga
don't give a fuck *

- [Man] Them boys ready to go!

* They in da cut with me *

* Believe that *

* See that BOE shit
nigga, that's my ride *

* LBN nigga, I'm gonna ride *

- You a dead man.

Look at me.

Dead!

- [Man] Look man, aye look.

3342 pie elementary man.

Ashley.

* Nigga wanna try *

* Nigga puts a nigga
down in da cut *

* And none of my niggas
don't give a fuck *

* Dude got them all in
da cut with a blunt *

* Was the water
brown in da cup *

* Ain't no bitch around
give fuck in da cut *

* And this 'cause
I try to come up *

* But the jackal to
trying to give busts *

* And the bullets go
straight through your head *

* Ain't no point of
you trying to get up *

* And I will start shooting
that bitch til you dead *

* You shouldn't be
fine with us *

* Talk 'bout (indistinct) *

* But you lying to us *

* I'ma make sure you
ain't trying to cut *

- [Man] Who connect you?

(man mumbling)

* That's why my enemies
get their cut get me *

* 'Cause they know no
nigga be dying to bust *

* They in da cut *

* I ain't gotta say too much *

- You gonna see each
other real soon.

(gun firing)

- [Man] Is he dead my
nigga, is he dead?

- What the fuck it
look like man?

(gun fires)

- I couldn't wait to kill
that pussy ass nigga.

- [Man] Yeah, I feel
you my nigga.

- [Man] You got the
connect though?

- [Man] Yeah nigga, I
got connect.

- So who the connect?

- Nigga, ain't none of
your business!

- Aight homie.

- Hold it nigga.

(gun firing)

(tense music)

* Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Yeah *

* Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Yeah *

* Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Yeah *

(alarms ringing)

- [Johnson] Hello?

- Is that the alarm?

Turn it off.

- It's off, it's off.

- Listen this your first
day back to work, get up.

Get up, get up!

Wash your face, get
you some coffee,

wash your ass and get to work.

Do not fuck it up, please.

- Since when did you become so
concerned about if I go work?

- I'm not, I'm not.

I'm not concerned
about you at all.

What I am concern about is

you not losing your job so
you can support our children,

that's what I'm concerned about.

- You would be concerned
about child support.

You know what you could do
with your child support?

Shove that child
support up your...

No she ain't just hang up on me.

Crazy bitch, crazy!

Damn, what the hell.

(slow paced music)

Something to drink

before I go in.
(phone ringing)

Shit, fucking Captain.

Johnson.

[Captain] Johnson, go
straight to 10621 Mercury.

You'll meet your new
partner up there.

- [Johnson] Ah, shit.

Alright.

Yo Capt, Capt!

I know this motherfucker
didn't hang up on me.

Can't stand this motherfucker,
man!

Shit.

Ladies ladies, what we
got going on?

- [Woman] Two women found dead,

both gunshot wounds to the head.

- Okay, okay.

- Have a young man shot in the
shoulder, nothing critical.

He's over at Shands.
- Alright.

- [Woman] Yeah, we're
still trying to locate

the owners of the house.

- [Johnson] Okay, okay good job.

- So you back for good?

- Yeah, hell yeah man.

Fuck the Capt, fuck
that motherfucker.

Ain't nobody holding me down.

Why, y'all miss me?

- Maybe.

- Where is your wife?

Ya that's why she left
your ass now.

- Yeah, okay.

- Yeah just like I thought.

Anyway, glad to see you back.

Your buddy's in there waiting.

- [Johnson] Alright, glad
to see y'all too ladies.

(man laughs)

- Look who's off suspension man.

- Yeah man.

Got hang up on twice,

got a headache from hell,

and I got no fucking coffee.

- Dude, you don't have no
cologne for that smell?

Don't worry about it man.

By the time you smell this
fresh blood right here,

it'll rise and shine
your morning.

- [Johnson] Okay.

- [Friend] And by the way,
you got a new partner.

- Oh word?

Can't wait to meet the
new victim, yeah.

So this should be fun,
what do we have here?

- Well, what we have here,

we got three people.

One found shot, tied up.

- Okay.

- And other two dead from
gun shot wounds.

One has been transported to
Shands right now as we speak.

- So, what are we thinking?

Armed robbery?

Drug deal gone bad?

What we've got?

What's the situation?

- So far, it looks like
nothing been taken.

- Okay.

- No evidence of drugs,

few dime bags of marijuana,

but nothing for none of this.

By the way, this is
Jamel Crawford's house.

We just found that out.

We're trying to locate
his ass right now.

- Crawford.

Crawford.

That sounds familiar.

These two girls, they was
dancers, right?

They ain't find no person
anywhere in the house?

No?

- They connected all
the evidence,

so I guess once we get
back to the station,

we will go over it all

and figure out what we've
got from them.

Lopez, I guess you the
infamous Johnson, huh?

- Yeah, word travels fast, huh?

Good to be known for
my superb police work.

But hey, what we need to do is,

figure out who this Crawford is

and see where these two
young ladies danced at.

- Wait, what makes 'em dancers?

Why can't they just
be girlfriends

or just random women
from the club?

- I'm glad you asked.

Come on over here, let
me show you something.

Look at the tattoos on that one.

Even this one got a tattoo.

Look at the piercings.

With my superb police work,

pretty sure they were dancers.

- Trust him Lopez, he's been
to a lot of strip joints.

Ask his wife.

(men laughing)

- Man c'mon man.

Here rookie, you drive.

- Hey,

make sure you get plenty
of air freshener.

- [Lopez] Why?
(man chuckles)

- [Johnson] Telling you man.

Can't stand.

(tense music)

* Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm *

* Yeah *

* Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm *

* Yeah *

* Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm *

* Yeah *

- Man, it sure is nice
to see y'all.

I hate that it's under
these circumstances though.

- Yeah I know.

- [Miller] Knowlege's
mother get all the funeral

arrangements together?

- Yeah she got
everything put together.

The funeral's Saturday.

She ain't doing too well.

Everybody tried to
reach out to her,

she won't talk to none of us.

Will said he thinks she may
blame us, but I don't know.

- Hey man, when we get
to the hotel,

stick around for a minute.

We'll holler at Fingerz.

He still at the hospital?

- Yeah, he at Shands.

He got hit in the
shoulder though.

They say he lost a lot of blood.

Man, this whole shit got
everybody fucked up man.

Nigga's pissed, sad,
panicking about the connect.

It's like nigga just
sitting around like zombies

and shit, looking crazy.

Waiting for the next move.

- [Miller] Let me catch
you up if you don't know.

In the past, our Queen
Pin was Rhanni.

Rhanni decided to get
out of the game,

go square and start a
record label.

Me and Killa decided
to go with her,

so she passed the
connect down to Knowlege.

- I'm handing the game
down to Knowlege.

Now I know he can
handle this too.

Killa and Lil Miller,

they gonna to help me
with my artists.

- [Miller] Here goes
shiesty ass Detective Snyder

and his shaff looking
ass partner.

- Alright gentleman,
we have Jamel Crawford

who was obviously moved
from his home

and killed and dumped
someplace else,

but it doesn't look
like a break in.

- He must have known who
let them in and killed him.

Or one of the guest in
the house did.

- Let's take a look
at the guests.

We have Devon Lawson,
aka Fingerz.

He in the hospital right now.

Which means he was
probably blind sighted.

Then we got the two strippers,

which means they
probably knew who came

and killed and let them in.

- We tried to talk to Fingerz,
but he had the same story.

One of the strippers
could have set him up.

- True, true.

This is what I need
y'all to do then.

Go back, shake down Lawson,

then find the team that
Lawson and Crawford run with,

see if anything's buzzing
on the street about it.

What I'm gonna do,

I'm gonna meet up with Lopez,

gonna hit these strip clubs,
right.

See about these two
women who worked there,

see if they got any
connections or whatever.

'Cause it could be like a
setup just like Byrd said.

So we're gonna check
they boyfriends,

we gonna check they friends,

we're gonna get all up
in their ass.

I mean the whole nine yard.

So we can see what's going on.

We gotta shut this
case down fellas.

City under siege.

It's like they have been
out here scouring

since I've been gone.

It's all right though,
I'm back now.

(dog barking)
- Oh shit,

wish I could get up nigga,
come here.

- [Man] Yeah I knew
what ya doing.

- Shit nigga, when you get back?

- Shit, flew in this morning.

Me, my wife and
motherfucker Lil Miller.

- Oh yeah, where they at?

You know I ain't never
got to meet your wife.

- [Quinton] Ah shit, never
met a boy holler at a brother.

- My wife, she tired as
fuck my nigga.

Sent her back to the hotel.

I need to holler at you
alone anyway man.

- Oh yeah?

What's your wife's name man?

- [Quinton] Lola.

- Lola huh.

Sound like she bad.

- You know she bad as fuck
if I married her nigga!

(men laughing)

- C'mon nigga, you know
that's right.

- [Quinton] Bruh old nigga,
how are you feeling old man.

You all bandaged up and shit.

What them cracker say when
you left the hospital?

- Man, the doctor say I
lost a lot of blood bro.

Caught one in the
shoulder and shit.

I had to get up out
that motherfucker.

Police keep asking me shit.

Then I don't know if these
niggas was gonna come back.

I even tell nobody
from the squad

I got up out the hospital,
but Bishop.

I'm mad I'm gonna miss
that funeral bro.

Shit gonna have me depressed
than a motherfucker.

- Well shit, that's
good lil nigga.

Ain't good your ass miss
that funeral though.

- [Fingerz] C'mon.

- How you feeling though nigga?

Think you would be back
up and running soon?

- How you think I feel?

Nigga I feel great!

Shit, I feel like a new man.

Nigga I've been shot before.

You know, this shit
ain't nothing new.

Lil chick I fought
with the nurse.

You know, so as soon as
she tells me I'm straight,

I'm right back to the money.

- Oh yeah, but check this
out though bro.

I need you to tell me
exactly what the

fuck happened that night.

- Man look, we sitting
around chilling,

smoking, drinking shit.

We got some lil hoes
around, they popping off.

You know, same old, usual shit.

I get up, I grab one of the hoes

and I walked to the
back with 'em.

Next thing I know

I hear a loud crash.
(glass shatters)

I come running from the back
of the room with a burner.

But before I could
let off a shot,

everything fade to black.
(gun fires)

Then I wake up

in the motherfucking hospital.
(Fingerz gasps)

(machine beeps)

- You didn't even hear the
nigga's voice or anything?

C'mon you didn't see the
niggas who hit Knowlege

or nothing, you didn't
hear nothing nigga?

- Nigga, no!

Mean I didn't hear or see
shit, but the bitch scream.

Soon as the shit went down,
it was a wrap!

I got up out that motherfucker.

- No shit, none of y'all
hear no buzz on the street

or nothing, ain't
nobody talking?

- Man, shit, I done been all
up and through the hood bro.

I've been asking niggas, biters,

everybody act like they
ain't seen shit.

- [Fingerz] Killa,
come here man.

- What up nigga?

- Look, you know
Knowlege was my nigga,

that was my brother.

Everyday of my life
(slow light humming)

I was with this nigga.

Look, if I ain't seen my
mamma, I seen this nigga.

These niggas gonna slip up bro,

they gonna slip.

And when they do,

I'm gonna be right there
to catch their pussy ass,

you hear me?

Don't even worry about it.

Nigga, I ain't gonna rest
until Knowlege

see these niggas again.

(light humming)
(Fingerz grunts)

- Do me a favor bro.

Go ahead and get healed
soon my nigga.

We need your ass up and
running real soon.

Duval aint got nothing but
two more fucking days to rest.

'Cause come Monday, set
this bitch off nigga.

- [Fingerz] No niggas
know where I'm at.

- All right bro, be healed.

(Fingerz groans)

(light humming)

- Here, let me holler at
them real quick.

- [Miller] See a lot
of new faces.

- Yeah, unfortunately we
had to damn near

build a whole new team.

Shit, all the original
ones left is me,

Fingerz, and white Mike
out there with Charles.

- So what the fuck y'all doing?

Just running around
picking up niggas?

Whoever wanna be in
y'all fucking face,

you just let 'em come around?

- Nah, it ain't even like that.

Knowlege don't even let nobody
around him unless you legit.

- Well guess what, we
having a meeting.

Get all these lil niggas
together, new, old, whatever.

You better make sure you
call me with the time

and the location by the
end of the night.

- Aight, I got you.

What time tomorrow?

- Shit don't even matter man.

Just get everybody together.

Hit us up as soon as
and we'll be on our way.

- All right, I'll make
sure that happen.

Well shit, let me get ya
all back to the hotel.

I'll meet y'all up tonight
and let you what I got.

(phone ringing)

- [Miller] Tell me
about these niggas.

- [Man] Now you got that nigga,
Rodderick.

He real smart and preppy,

but don't
underestimate that nigga.

You fuck around with him,
he'll steal a bite of your ass.

- Damn I ain't playing no more,
man.

I'm poor as fuck.

(Rodderick chuckles)

- [Man] Chill man.

- [Rodderick] Man,
watch out bro.

- Nigga, gimme my money man.

Man, fuck this lil-

(gun fires)

- [Man] Carlos, Charles, Tory.
(deep bass music)

These three niggas?

Shit man, live wires, and grimy.

They always hitting the lit,

but they sleek with it though.

* Aggressive bitch *

* From an aggressive stitch *

- Hey, he'll be in about
five minute man.

He in the silver Jag
or something like that.

- Ah huh.

Shit.

There he go.

* Do he sweat *

* He upstate *
(siren beeps)

- [Man] Driver, pull
over, stop your vehicle,

this is the police.

* He rock the kango *

* My 70s nigga *

* Quit then letting
them things go *

* They say what's your goal *

* I'm trying to make a deal *

- Whats up man?

- [Man] Turn your car off,
stick your hands out the window,

open the door and get out.
- I do something?

- [Man] I do something?

I do something officer?
- Sit over there on that curb!

- [Man] Ain't no cop man.

How you know about
that sack bro?

Huh, I don't forgive faces bro.

You fucked up boy!

* I'm so intrigued *

- [Man] Now you got lil
Tony and big Tony.

They're both brothers,
one black one white,

and they was both raised
in the same foster home.

Now these two, they love
bitches and slanging.

* I'm so intrigued *

* Ah ah *

* I don't know her *

* But I'm gonna show her *

* The power of the beast *

* Tonight *

* I'm talking savage *

* Feast on her body *

- [Man] But they bought
their paper, they focused.

* Like a beast on her body *

* Yeah *

* I don't know her *

* But of course she knows me *

* I look up, she's
looking at me *

* That means she chose me *

* Or did I choose her *

* Or does it really matter *

- [TV] On Discovery.

(tense music)

- Red, what was this on
your motherfucking phone?

- [Man] Last but not
least, you got Red Boy.

Now this nigga a hot head.

He got a lot of kids, so
it means he got

a lot of baby mamma's and shit.

- [Woman] I'm sick of
you, who is this in your

motherfucking phone?
- Have you lost your

- [Red] motherfucking mind?

- [Woman] I'm sick of you

with that shit!
- I don't know her!

- [Red] Hey, done I
told you know,

don't be coming to my face
with that bullshit man.

Straight up, man!
- Don't be coming with that

- [Woman] bullshit either!

And tell your baby mama
- Better check that shit man!

- how's motherfucking court!
- Fuck my baby mama, man!

- I'm sick of this shit!

- Fuck you and that
bullshit too!

Here you go.

- [Man] He drink and
smoke a hell of a lot,

but it don't stop him
from getting his money.

So this is the team so far.

I can vouch for all.

You ready to meet these
niggas queen?

- [Miller] Aight, aight.
(slow gentle music)

* You know I gotta get
it off these streets *

* To tell the game *

* I'm just trying to eat *

* Boy you gotta
play it how we go *

* I'm just tryna, I'm
just tryna blow *

- [Man] Starting tomorrow
we hit the streets.

I don't care who mama we
gotta shake up,

who baby mama we gotta put
a bullet in, I want answers.

I want answers before I
leave this bitch.

I plan on leaving in a week.

Y'all niggas got one
week to bring me

the nigga that put the
hit out on him.

- Aight?

- [Man] That's what's up.

- Aye, we getting ready to
go to bed in a minute man.

- I'm almost finished
with this chapter anyway.

This book is on point.

It's almost nine o'clock.

You must be really tired.

- Nah, we gotta wake up
early in the morning man.

The driver coming to pick you
to take you to the airport

about five, you gotta
be there at six.

- You mean us, right?

- No, I mean what I just said,
he coming to pick you up.

I gotta stay here for a while,

I get some business to
take care of.

- Business?

What type of business?

- You know I can't tell
you that man.

Just know I'll be here
for a minute.

I'll be home soon.

- Hmm, so when did we
start keeping secrets?

- Secret?

Man, you know I can't tell you

every motherfucking thing man.

- Here we go.

- If I was to tell
you everything,

then people came to
snatch your ass up,

man I need you to honestly
be able to tell them people

you don't know shit
about what I do.

Don't tell nobody nothing.

Don't want your ass to be
able to crack,

think twice about it, nothing.

- So that's the type of
business you staying for.

I thought that part of
your life was over.

- Look man, I have never
lied to your ass

about who the fuck I am, man.

You knew what you were
dealing with from day one.

Don't start with all this
all new whining shit now,

and acting like you don't know
what the fuck going on, man.

This is me, man.

Deal with that shit.

Like I said, I'll be home soon.

- No, that's who you used to be.

That's what you used to do.

Now, now you a business
man that lives in Miami,

with his family and
his wife and his kids.

That's who you are.

You might need to process
that and deal with that.

- [Quinton] Look,
check this out.

- I ain't even
fucking with that.

- You saying you wanna
know what I do.

Shit I kill people, man.

I'm for real, look at me
when I'm talking to you man.

I kill people, that's
what the fuck I do!

Where do you think all the
cars, clothes, jewelry,

fucking trips, the house,
everything,

where you think the
money come from?

Even the money for my business,

most of that shit was
obtained from killing people.

You happy?

That's the fucking truth!

This ain't no god damn rap video

or them dumbass reality
shows you be watching.

Maybe you should've kept
fucking with that

puss ass nigga in college.

Or I take your ass back
home with your silver spoon

ass parents in Buckhead.

'Cause this shit ain't for you.

Now you motherfucking
deal with that nigga!

- Quinton, who the fuck
you think you talking to?

I ain't no trick that
you met on the street!

I'm your wife, I'm you
life partner!

- [Quinton] You need to
motherfucking act like it then!

- What am I suppose to do?

How am I suppose to feel?

You supposed to be
here to protect

and love me and our family!

What am I supposed to
tell our kids?

Tell me what am I suppose to do?

- Lola man.

You ain't gonna do shit.

All I need your ass to do
is to pray man, just pray.

- What if that's not
enough Quinton?

(church bell rings)

- [Father] So son, what
brought you to town?

- I know you probably
heard on the news about

Jamel Crawford getting killed.

- Yeah I heard something about
that, that's real tragic.

Was he a friend of yours?

- Yeah he a friend.

Been friends for a while now.

- Wow.

Well, did my grandkids
come with you?

How's Lola and the kids,
are they here?

- They good.

Lola came down here with
me, I sent her back though.

- [Father] Did you?

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

- [Father] So when are
you planning to leave?

- I don't even know yet.

Be a little while.

- Well you know vengeance
is mine, saith the lord,

it declares that
Deuteronomy 32:5.

I will repay.

Now son, I want you
to be careful

because when you rush in
for vengeance,

you may end up getting yourself

in a place you don't wanna be.

- What you trying to say Pops?

- You know what I'm
trying to say son,

just simply vengeance
is mine, saith the Lord.

I just don't want you to get
into a situation, that's all.

- Who said something
about revenge?

Why you gotta take your
mind to the negative place?

Nobody said nothing
about revenge or nothing.

- Son I'm not taking my
mind to a negative place,

I just know who you are.

The reality is is that, I
know your mother thinks that

you're named Killa because
your drop dead gorgeous,

but the reality is this,
you've been shot twice son.

You live in a very
violent world.

I want you to know, that I
know what the streets say

about who you are.

- Then you also know the apple

don't fall too far
from the tree.

Galatians 6:7-8 you
reap what you sow.

- And you are definitely
right about that.

You know what?

And I've reaped from many
of my mistakes.

But here's the one thing that
I want you to understand,

is that you've been shot twice.

I understand what's going on,

I just don't want this
to be your last time.

Well son, it's been
nice chatting with you.

Listen, I need you to
hear my heart.

My biggest prayer desire,
is that one day

before I close my eyes, that
you'll get your life right.

You know I still love you.

And I need you to do me
one more favor,

just stop by and say hello
to your mother.

- Of course I will.
(slow humming)

I love you too man,

but I need you to do me a favor.

- [Father] What's that?

- Pray for me before I leave.

- Definitely, come on son.

Father, in the name of Jesus,
I pray for my seed, my son.

Pray that you will
protect him and cover him.

You know my heart and
my love for him.

Don't let anything
happen to him.

I know this world is
treacherous and dangerous,

but God he is a part of me.

If anything would happen to
him, I would feel horrible.

Keep him and protect him
in Jesus's name.

Amen.

Love you son.

(man lightly humming)

- What I keep try to
figure out is,

what the fuck do
these niggas want?

Word on the street
is they saying

nobody robbed the house or him.

Everything was left the
same way it was.

- You know, it's a
drought right now.

So they either
wanted his connect

or they wanted his territory.

One or the other, but either
way we gonna find out.

- We need to hit the
streets too man,

and see if somebody moving some
weight out of the ordinary.

- Yeah, let's go ahead
and finish up here

and then we'll go ahead
and meet up with my people,

hit the streets and see what
the fuck is going around here.

- Man, that'll work.

Hey, so who was this girl again?

- [Miller] I told you, Shasha.

You know people know about
her, but don't know about her.

They know she got
that cash though.

This was my girl, Shasha.

I met her back when I was 18.

We've been cool ever since.

She has a good connect, and
investments all over Jax.

But she real low key,
only hang out with a few.

- What's happening man!

Watch that ultimate bro!

Get off me bro!

Fuck that shit man!

Man, get the fuck off me man!

(indistinct)

That fucked up bro!

(people chattering)

Come on, I gotta pump
me, y'all gotta hurry up

'cause I gotta go.

- [Man] Damn, know
what I'm saying.

(people shouting)

- You can try this ride,
you know I'm cutting.

- [Man] Man, put some
more money on the man!

- [Man] Trying to slide
off that shit man!

* Gonna go *

* He needs to say
like this blow *

* Bitch, I'm gonna get this *

* When I spend over the- *

(people shouting)

- [Man] Fucked up!

- Damn Lil Miller, what's
happening baby?

- [Miller] What's good?

- Everything alright?

- I'm good, I'm good.

- [Shasha] You was
down in Miami.

- Yeah, I'm up here on
some bullshit though.

- Yeah I heard that shit
went down with Knowlege, man.

That shit, that's
crazy for real.

- Yeah, but I kinda need
something from you though.

- Just like black people,

only holler at a nigga
when you need me.

What's happening, what
you talking about?

- Man, c'mon Shasha man, you
know it's not even like that,

but I do need your help though.

- [Shasha] What's up?

- I need to know the
price on a half.

- I can't really make
you no promise and shit.

Look, iffy right now, but
what you can do,

go holler and my people Cena.

You know Cena.

Go holler at Cena, she'll
probably get you right.

- Okay, well, anything
you could do right now

is gonna help me, so just let
me know whatever you can do.

- Aight, follow me.

- [Miller] Let's bring
them this work.

(horn blowing)

* Salute to my crooks *

* We are not gathered
here tonight *

* To celebrate the fruits
of our labor *

* But we are gathered
here to celebrate *

* The labor which got
us the fruits *

* Woo *

* Heroine row *

* Heroine row *

* Cocaine city *

* Cocaine city *

* All the cars are fast *
* Woo *

* And all the girls are pretty *

* Behind the glitz and glam *

* A dozen ugly things *

* They don't see the
blood on my money *

* 'Cause they're blinded
by the diamond rings *

* Residue on my million *

* Residue on my million *

* Residue on my million *
- Get the fuck in the car!

What the fuck is going on man?

Huh, what you got bro?

What you got?

What you got?

What's going on out here?

Who killing who?

Who's killing who?

Huh?
- We all killing.

- [Johnson] Killing who?

I ain't got nothing on
you this time.

Lucky motherfucker.

Lucky motherfucker.

Huh yeah, don't worry about it.

I will catch your little
ass next time.

Get the fuck outta here man!

Fuck outta here!

I'm warning you,
believe it brother!

* We all out here
praying to get rich *

* Walk the straight and narrow *

* And walk away with that shit *

* Fuck that *

* I love blow and coke money *

* I know that register in
Louis full of dope money *

* I love coming through,
turning heads *

* And that fucking karma *

* I'm super plugged and
I can make it disappear *

* Your Honor *

* For every life I ruin *

* I made mine better *

- Don't fool around
with me Charlie,

I know you know what's going on.

- Did not pretend, I
don't know nothing.

- Man, stop all the
crack head crazy act man.

Okay, okay, okay, okay,
you killing me.

You lucky man I don't
haul your ass in man.

I know you got something on you.

- Uh-uh boss, I ain't got
nothing on me.

You can frisk me and everything.

Alright, Alright.

Guy named Roc, he pulling up
in an all new flashy cars,

hitting the strip club,
throwing all kinds of money up.

- How you know about
the strip clubs?

You don't be in a strip clubs,

and what does that have to do
with the murder on Mercury?

- That's the word out.

This bum Roc that work at
a gas station,

and Knowlege who got killed,

he was, you know, one of
them Big D boys,

which means he gotta
be connected.

* Wanna take my play *

* They looking at me poppin',
rollin' *

- He was one of Rhanni's boys.

- Knowlege was one of
Rhanni's boy's?

How I didn't know about it?

- Listen, Knowlege
was a whiz kid,

I'm talking about a
little Einstein.

Keep your eyes on Roc boss,
trust me.

You chase that cheese,
you bound to find a rat.

* Cocaine city *

* Cocaine city *

* Where the cars are fast *

* And all the girls are pretty *

* Yeah *

- Any info from the wino?

- [Snyder] You remember Rhanni?

- Who don't Remember Rhanni?

- Well, apparently
Crawford was down

with one of Rhanni's boys.

Which means he's in a lot
more trouble than we thought.

- Let's get to the old team,
* Residue on my million *

see what bird starts singing.

* Residue on me *

* I did it once and
I'll do it again *

* 'Cause I'm in it to win *

* I'm in it to win *

- Hey man, what's up?

(muffled speaking)

- Jaguars?
(people chattering)

Hey bro Snyder, did
you tell Johnson

about what happened today?

- What you mean what
happened today?

- Crawford was one of
Rhanni's boys.

- Rhanni?

Oh hell no man.

Shit!

- I'm confused who was Rhanni,
man?

- Never mind all that shit man.

Calm down rook.

Aye, look, that means
Killa gonna be in

motherfucking town man.

If Killa in town, that shit
gonna bring Lil Miller in,

you know what I mean?

- And we all know that's
going to be a blood bath.

- Fuck!

Aye we gotta solve this shit,
quick, fast,

in a hurry or the Captain
gonna have my ass man!

God damn!

Fuck.
- Well, it's five o'clock.

- [Lopez] Let's try to
hitting these strip clubs.

- Man come on, let's go man.
- Let's go.

- [Johnson] Fucking Rhanni!

That bitch will not go away.

* I woke up with the feeling *

* Like I can't be fucked *

(phone ringing)

- [Miller] Hello?

- [Man] Hey man listen here.

There was three strippers
at Knowlege house,

they only found two dead nigga.

- [Miller] Hello, hello?

- [Man] Now just listen.

All the girls worked at
Bottom's Up man,

if you find out where the
third girl was,

you'll be close to your
Killa my man.

- Yo, who the fuck was that?

- Man you ain't gonna
believe this shit.

Some creepy ass voice,

like scary movie type
voice just called me.

Talking 'bout the girls
that were found dead,

they worked at Bottom's Up.

- [Quinton] Okay, and?

- Get this though,

there were three girls,
not two, three.

- [Quinton] That means
one of them got away

or she had something
to do with it.

- Yeah either that or they
took that hoe somewhere

and bodied her ass.

- [Quinton] Nah, they
didn't kill him,

this shit was a set up.

She had something to do with it.

- Either way, we find this
hoe, we'll get our answers.

- [Quinton] Shit, hit
Bottom's Up tonight then.

- Bottom's Up.

- [Quinton] Shit, lets go.

* Y'all nigga wasn't
born with bread *

* Ooh I got it *

* Pressure *

* Do it on *

* Okay *

* Okay *
* Jay *

* Okay *

* Got your girl hitting my lap *

* But she ain't taking no nap *

* I know you miss her *

* Sho hope you don't kiss her *

* Pressure *

* I put that pressure on
her, pressure on her *

* I put that pressure on her *

* Your girl hitting my lap *

* She ain't taking no *

- [Woman] Uh-uh, you
can't be back here.

- Hey man, tell your boss
it's Killa man,

he know I can come back here.

- Boss, there's some
nigga named Killa

and he says he need to
talk to you and he got a-

- A motherfucking gun nigga.

- Damn bro, I ain't even
recognize you.

- Yeah I bet you didn't nigga.

* Let me introduce your
face to this meeting *

* I heard that when
you're done *

* You can hit yourself *

- You know what, I don't
know these hoes right here.

I don't associate with them.

I stay to myself room
all the time, it's...

- It's three girls.

Three.

I really need you to
think about this.

Think.

- You know what, I heard it
was two girls that got killed.

How the hell am I suppose to-
- Baby don't come in here.

- [Miller] Baby don't
come in here.

- Will you put that shit away!

Damn!

- You are nosy as fuck.

You know everybody's
motherfucking business, okay.

I need you to really
think about this.

This is important.

* Young K *

* Something to put the
pressure on *

* The pressure so fine *

- Random two hoes you
talking 'bout

came in here with a
bitch named Amber.

My man they asked if they
could leave early man,

they cashed out and left.

- So this bitch named
Amber, she ain't been back?

You heard nothing from her?

You ain't got no phone
number on her or nothing?

- I ain't know nothing man.

I checking my folder,
see what I got for her.

- [Miller] Hey yo,
c'mon I got it.

- Hey Bro, nigga find
out you had something

to do with this shit man,

I'm gonna come back to tear
this raggedy motherfucker up.

- [Boss] We don't got shit
to do with that shit nigga.

(slow paced music)
* Man *

* Let's get it *

* Hoo *

* They say they see 'em *

* With them jeans *

* When you see me bossing *

* Bro get out my way *

* When you hear a
nigga coughing *

* That's loud and play *

* When I say I got that 40 *

* Tin full of space *

* When I see them hoes
just popping *

* All over the place *

* God damn it I wanna see
them hoes who give it *

* Wanna know them hoes
who with it *

* Wanna see them
hoes who in it *

* Wanna know them hoes
that with it *

* Wanna see them boss
who thugging *

* Wanna know them boss
who's gangsta *

* Turn back to all
them busters *

* Motherfucking talk
all them wangsters *

* I came up in this
bitch to turn up *

* Man these other niggas
rookies I'm a one up *

* Try to ask me why I
walk around *

* With them dog tags *

- Nigga I'm ain't even
playing with you!

Think it's a fucking game?

I'll have vice come though
and shut this whole shit down!

Now give me them two girls info.

- Now I told you I don't
know shit, man.

- I'm calling Collins
over at vice.

- Hey hold up, hold up.

You about to lose a lot
of money tonight man.

Matter of fact I see a
lot of violations in here.

How about we shut this shithole

down for about a week or two?

How you like that huh?

- Man, what info you need?

What girl info you need man?

- What you mean which girls?

Don't be a smart ass, the two
girls that got found dead!

- Man y'all come in here
harassing me and shit man.

Y'all need to be looking
for a dude that came in here

and pulled his gun on me.

- Who pulled a gun on you?

- Killa man, don't
act like y'all

don't know who Killa is man.

Johnson, you know who
Killa is man.

- Then why you ain't
call the police?

- Man, what's wrong
with this dude Johnson?

- Don't worry about it,
he new man.

So you mean to tell me,
Killa was here?

- Killa was here.

- [Johnson] Just now?

- Yeah he was here, he
pulled a gun on me!

- Damn!

Hey, they drove right
pass us man!

Hey, what I need you to
do, look on them tapes,

get the license plate,

and then put a APB out
on that fucking car.

Fuck!

Hey, what did you tell him?

- I don't know nothing man.

I don't know nothing.

- Let's get out of here man.

I'm telling you, if I find
out you know some shit,

I'ma gonna come here and
shut the whole shit down!

Believe that shit!

Fuck Tasha.

Tasha, where the fuck you at?

(door knocking)

- [Man] Who is it?

- [Miller] It's Brandy.

- [Man] Amber ain't here.

What the fuck?

- [Miller] Man, who the
fuck else is in the house?

- Nobody else in the
motherfucking house man.

This is my girl, she
ain't got shit in here.

- [Quinton] Nigga, we
know that shit,

nigga where the fuck Amber at?

- [Man] Amber, she at work.

- Where the fuck she
work at nigga?

- What the fuck this got
to do with Amber?

- Man, none of yo
motherfucking business!

Where the fuck the
bitch work at man?

- Man she at The Gate.

- Man, let's tie this
nigga ass up man.

- [Miller] Get your ass on
the motherfucking knees man.

Shut the fuck up, tired
of your fucking mouth.

- What?

- Why you sleep so early?

- Ssh!

Quiet.

- Quiet?

This is my house.

- [Wife] Shh!

- [Johnson] What you
talking about?

- Why you gotta do that
all the time?

- Why you gotta do that
all the time?

- Do what?

- Run your mouth.

- I want you gone in the
morning before the kids get up.

- Seriously Carla, I
mean really?

- No, because until you
can get that together,

and get you and your problems,

and go to counseling, we
still gonna stay separated.

- This ain't separated.

- I'm not playing with you,
in fact, you make me sick.

- Oh yeah?

(Carla giggles)

* All you ever wanted was
the perfect relationship *

* I couldn't give it to ya *

* I was stuck on some
playa shit *

* In the club every night
for my music *

* Should've never
took her number *

* But these bitches
keep on choosing *

* I'm like what the
fuck I'm doing *

- What time is it man?

- [Woman] It's about five.

- Holy shit man.

She need to hurry the fuck up.

- We don't close until four now,

she probably getting dressed.

Trust me at five, everybody
gonna be coming outta here.

- Now the minute you see
her, you need to let us know.

- I told you I got you.

There she go, right there.

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

- Hey Amber.

- [Amber] Who are you?

- Motherfucker.

- [Amber] What's your problem?

* Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh *

- [Amber] There was a
guy named Roc,

he told me he wanted me
to go to a house,

and they asked me to meet him.

He told me just bring two
other strippers, that's it.

- [Quinton] So you mean
to tell me you dancing

for these niggas and don't
know their motherfucking names?

- [Amber] No, all he said
was he was gonna text me

to get up and unlock the door.

- Where your phone at?

Give me your
motherfucking phone.

And then what happened?

- [Amber] That's it.

I didn't wanna say nothing.

I didn't wanna go to the police.

- [Quinton] You got a nigga's
name programmed in this bitch?

- [Amber] Yes.

- Call the number.

Find Roc number in there.

- [Miller] That's him?

- [Amber] Yes, yeah that's him.

- Thanks.

(gun fires)

(phone ringing)

- Johnson.

Dead, aight.

I'll be right there.

Aight.

Crazy bro.

- All right boo.

Make sure you quiet
when you go out.

- Dad what ya doing here?

I thought you've moved out?

- I did.

But I am, but I'm
back or I'll be back.

- Did you spend the night?

Is mama your boo thang?

- Boo thang?

Really?

What ya know about a boo thang?

- I know everything
about boo thangs,

like you know, she's a lady
that's not your girlfriend,

you just spend the night, you
know, friends with benefits.

- Friends with benefits.

First of y'all, your
mama is my wife,

so you don't need to be

concerned with that.
- Okay.

- [Johnson] And you watching
too much reality TV,

now go get dressed for school.

What do we have here?

- Amber Freeman.

23-year-old female found dead

with a gunshot wound to the head

and the other information
we have on her

is that she was a dancer.

- How was she assaulted?

Was it a rape and a homicide?

- As far as we can tell,
(distant sirens)

just a homicide,
potential robbery.

She had no purse, no cell phone,

just had a bag of clothes.

- Weird, no cell phone?

Who in America don't
carry a cell phone?

Damn, nobody walks around
without a cell phone.

(muffled dispatch)

- We just got the first lead.

We got an address for Amber,
we gotta get outta here.

(door knocking)

- [Lopez] Johnson!

I got something.

(dog barking)

- Hit that corner over there.

Hello? Hello?

(man groaning)

Oh look here, look here.

Got your ass huh.

Aye Lopez we got us one, man.

Come and get this fool
on the couch,

let's see what he knows.

- Hold still.

- Ah shit!

- [Johnson] Hey anybody
else in this house with you?

- Nah man, nobody is
inside this house.

- [Johnson] Well what's
going on here, man?

What did you get yourself into?

- I ain't got myself into shit,
you gonna untie me or not?

- [Johnson] Nah, not
until you tell me what you

done got yourself into.

- Man, c'mon man and
untie me man.

- [Johnson] Hey.

Untie his ass.

Better not try no
funny shit either.

- Man, nobody finna
try shit man.

- So what's your name man?

- [Terrell] Terrell Williams.

- Who are you to Amber Freeman?

- That's my girl.

- [Johnson] Oh, that's
your girl huh?

- Yeah.

- [Johnson] You ready to
tell me what happen here?

- Yeah man, look.

I'm in here chilling last night,

some nigga and some
bitch kick the door in,

come in here waving guns,

yelling and cussing and
looking for Amber.

- Who were they?

- I just said, some
nigga and some bitch man,

I don't know who they was.

- Oh, that's all you
gonna give me huh?

What they look like?

- Aight, the nigga was tall,

dreads, weird looking eyes.

Female, she was red,
bad, bad bitch.

- Shit, aight look, this
what I need you to do.

Call that number right now Papi,

and they'll let you know
what's going on.

- [Terrell] Who are
these people?

- Man, just call
them people man.

- [Terrell] What about the
niggas that done tied me up?

What about Amber?
- Look,

- [Johnson] call those people.

They'll let you know
what's going on.

If I was you, I'd get the
fuck out of town, man,

before the motherfucking
goons come back aight.

- Man, y'all police ain't shit.

- Have a good day partner.

Hey you know who tied
him up right?

- It was that guy Killa?

- Yeah and Lil Miller.

I wonder what they
wanted with Amber though.

Hmm.

Three strippers in the house.

Amber was in on the set up.

Shit!

- Hey Auntie.

- Missy!

Awe, look at you girl.

How you doing?

- Okay.

- [Auntie] Good, good.

- Please don't call me Missy,
Auntie.

- Girl please.

That Lil Miller nonsense,

child please.

Ain't nothing ever good
came of it and you know it.

- Yeah.

- Matter of fact, I
think it's cursed.

- [Miller] Mm-hm, you
might be right.

(Auntie laughs)

How is she doing today?

- She's doing good.

She likes this, it relaxes her.

- Has she been taking her med's?

- Yes ma'am.

I haven't given her
anything today, but

she's still calm.

So, she's doing good.

- [Miller] Okay, let me try.

- Okay, I tell you what,

I'll go whip us up
some lunch okay?

- Okay.
- Alright lady.

- [Miller] Hey mama.

- Hey my pretty baby.

- I love you.

I'm really happy
she's doing good.

- She is, baby.

And you know sometimes,
your mama be up

walking around, everything
and talking up a storm.

And then other days like this,

she just sits there
smiling quietly.

- I'm still trying to grasp
this schizophrenia thing.

It scares me.

You know, I just don't
understand how it just shows up,

out of nowhere.

- Yeah baby, I don't know,

but all I know is, my
sister was fine.

And girl back in the
day your mama,

she the finest thing in
Jacksonville and smart.

Oh my god she was so smart,

she had a mind out of
the ordinary.

Just beautiful in every way.

But God don't make no mistakes,

everything is for a reason.

And you know those voices
that she hears?

I call them angels, just
whispering in her ears.

So she's blessed, actually.

She's very blessed.

Anyway, what you doing in town?

- Mm, a friend's funeral.

- No.

Oh baby, that's not a
good reason, but you know,

Auntie always glad to see you.

And your mama is too.

(tense music)
* More going *

* They in da cut *

* They in da cut *

* They in da cut *

* They in da cut *

* They in da cut *

* I ain't gotta say too much *

- [Man] No more black on black

* They in da cut *

* Don't tell a nigga load up *

* They in da cut *

* Me and nigga don't
give a fuck *

- [Man] Them boys ready to go!

* They in da cut with me *

* My lady *

- Hey, I need y'all
niggas to go find me

this nigga named Roc will ya.

- [Man] Hold up, Roc?

- Yeah a nigga named Roc.

I need y'all boys to
check all the hoods man.

In the bars, ask these hoes.

Nigga, I don't give a
fuck how y'all

get this information
on this nigga,

but we need him by 24 hours
before he try to skip town.

- Hold on a man, so you
think Roc put out the hit?

- I don't even know.

No shit, that's the only
link we got right now.

- And what this nigga look like,
man?

And what side of town
my buddy from?

- Bro, I ain't got nothing
but a phone number,

but by now he ain't
gonna answer that bitch.

He probably got it
tossed by now.

- [Man] Hell yeah.

- You had a phone number?

I know this chic that
work up at metro.

She can find out who he called
and who has called him last.

- Hey, do that, for real.

Hey, y'all need check
strip clubs too man,

those little hoes be talking

and we will find something
about that nigga in there.

- [Man] Okay, straight up.

- [Man] Get ya shit on dog.

- Hey, as soon as y'all
boys find something out yo,

just hit me up man.

I'm up to my asap type shit man,

let me know what's happening.

- We got ya bro.
- Aight.

* Like a god when I spit that *

* Uh-huh *

* They in da cut *

* I ain't gotta say too much *

- [Man] No more black on black

* They in da cut *

* Don't tell a nigga load up *

* They in da cut *

* Me and my nigga
don't give a fuck *

- [Man] Them boys ready to go!

* They in da cut with me *

* My lady *

* They in da cut *

* I ain't gotta say too much *

- [Man] No more black on black

* They in da cut *

* Don't tell a nigga load up *

- [Man] Yo boy fucked by none!

* They in da cut *

* Me and my nigga
don't give a fuck *

- Hey yo what's good bro?

- [Man] What's down?

- Hey man, you see that
nigga Roc man?

- Nah, cool.

- You know they say
that nigga got something

to do with Knowlege
getting killed dog!

- Say what?

- Aye, put word out dog,
when you see that nigga,

tell him we looking for him dog.

- I got you.
- Alrighty.

* On top I'm gonna slide *

* Ruler on my side *

* With that big four five *

* Hit 'em in the eye *

* Dancing for some
nigga wanna try *

* Nigga puts a nigga
down in da cut *

* And none of my niggas
don't give a fuck *

* You can catch 'em all
in the cut with a blunt *

* Was the water
brown in the cup *

* Any bitch around get
fucked in da cut *

* And this 'cause I'm
trying to come up *

- Hey Johnson, just the
man I wanted to see.

Let me show you something.

- Aight, what you got for me?

What this?

- You gonna want to see this.

- Okay so the other day
one of my informants

led me to a Anthony
Williamson aka Roc.

- [Johnson] Okay, okay.

- Apparently this guy's going
around driving all types

of fancy cars and spending
all types of money.

- Okay and what that
got to do with anything?

- [Man] The guy works at
the gas station

and all of a sudden right
after the murder on Crawford,

this guy starts buying
cars worth 40,000.

You do the math.

- And that's not all.

We run this guy Roc information,

and come to find out he is
brother with Jamal Williamson.

- Jamal Williamson?

Who is Jamal Williamson?

- Look a little closer.

- Ah, AKA Joc.

Okay, now we getting somewhere.

- Apparently this Joc person
means something to us.

- You remember the
Rhanni situation?

- The Queen Pin?

- Yeah, well apparently
Rhanni was going head to head

with this lady named Genie.

Now Genie never showed
her face to her people.

They always reported to
a guy name Eddie and Joc.

Now everybody in Genie's
side died, but Joc.

- Okay, so where is this Joc?

- Nobody ever knew man.

- That's crazy right?

But if this Roc is related
to this guy named Joc,

and one of Rhanni's
boys get killed,

guarantee you this Roc
guy knows something!

So we gotta find this dude.

Find him.

We need to make this happen
quick, fast, and in a hurry.

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *
(door knocking)

- [Williamson] Who is it?

- [Man] It's the police ma'am.

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

- Show me your badge.

What's this about?

- [Lopez] Well Mrs. Williamson
we're looking for your sons.

- You wasted your time,
I'm so sorry,

you're at the wrong door.

(door creaks)
(door thuds)

- Well Mrs. Williamson,

your son happen to may
be in a lot of trouble.

- Tell me something
I don't know.

Them boys been trouble
since the day they was born.

Ever since I can remember
y'all been at my door

concerning those boys
every five minutes.

Well they grown now.

They on their own, they can
handle their own troubles.

- Regardless of what
you say Mrs. Williamson,

I know you love your sons,

but if we don't find Anthony
before these two guys do,

you might have one less
son to complain about.

- And who's at the door?

- He has a-

You stay here.

He has a girlfriend

that lives in a
subdivision, on Don Avenue.

Off of, I think it's
called Blossom Bridge.

Address 1311.

You might find him there
or some information.

That's the best I could do.

- Okay, thank you.

- Don't come here no more.

(door slams)

- [Christina] I told
y'all I haven't seen him.

- Well, when is the last time
you heard from Roc, Christina?

- Is he in some type of trouble?

- Well we can't really
say right now,

but we gotta to find him fast.

- I mean, only thing I know,

he works at this corner
store on 5th Ave.

- [Johnson] Why don't
you got a number

for him or something like that?

We got to find him fast.

- I can try to find the number.

But I mean he changes he
number about every other week.

- [Johnson] All right.

- You think it was Killa
and Lil Miller?

- Man let's hope not,
I'm telling you.

The way they are here just
murking off everybody,

we gotta solve this quick man.

We got to find them.

Gotta find and
handle everything,

or the Captain gonna
have my ass.

Like serious.

Real shit.

Ah here she come.

- I got his number, y'all ready?

- Go ahead.

- It's 434-2734.

- [Johnson] Alright.

Give me a call, if you
hear anything asap please.

- [Christina] Yeah.

- Alright.

- And if you all hear
from him before I do,

let his ass know don't
call meg for no bail money,

call that bitch you been
with out at them streets.

- Hey, let's go man.

Hey, take care yourself
and the baby.

- [Christina] Mm-hm.

- [Man] I'm Good, no I'm good.

- [Man] Where Roc at?

- Man, the police just
left here looking for him.

We haven't seen him.

- Man I ain't ask you
if the police ask you,

I'm asking you.

The police won't bust
yo ass, but I will.

- Man look here, he
came here five days ago

to pick up his pay check,

and told me to tell the
manager he ain't coming back,

and if anyone come
looking for him,

he ain't never work here.

- Damn.

He didn't say where he was
going or why he was quitting?

- Nah, but man when he left,

he pulled up in a Benz,
C-Class 2010.

Ooh that thing was clean,
he had a kit on it too.

- [Man] Fuck man.

A Benz huh?

- Yeah, he usually
broke as fuck.

But he hit the lick big time.

- Hey bro, don't be
lying to me dog,

if I have to come back
for your ass.

- Nigga, ain't nobody
lying to you.

And get the hell of my store

with them gas station
had glasses on.

Hell wrong with you lil
young niggas.

They get a little tape,

then you come here and
tell shit to nigga.

- [Johnson] Come on,
let's do it.

Yo Bishop.

So, remember me?

Don't act so scared man.

- Man ain't nobody
acting scared man.

You're about to get a
hole put in you.

- Oh, you gonna put
a hole in me.

That's right, I
forget you one of

the tough guys,
Rhanni's boys right?

- Johnson, what the
fuck you want man?

- Hey look, I need you to
do something for me man,

I need you to call Lil
Miller for me man.

- Hell no.

- Come on,

don't do me like that.
- Hell no.

- I'm sure you got her number.
Don't do me like that.

- [Johnson] C'mon I need you
to call Lil Miller for me son.

- That ain't gonna happen dog.

- C'mon man.

- For real?
- Come on over here man?

- [Johnson] What ya got on you?

- Y'all really stay him
and the nigga up man.

- Hey.

- Put them cuffs on.

- Bro, what the fuck
y'all want man?

How the fuck you're arresting
me I ain't even do shit?

- Oh you ain't do shit huh?

- Hell no I do shit!

- We gonna see what
you got on you.

We gonna see what

you got on you.
- Nothing nothing god damn it.

- [Johnson] What's this?

What's this huh?
- This shit sure ain't mine.

- Then what's this?
- It ain't mine.

- Now it look like
it's yours today,

what you think Snyder?
- Fuck man,

What you think we should do?
- Y'all some dirty ass.

- I think we haul his
- You think we should

- Haul is black ass in?
- black ass on in.

- [Man] Found some
dirty ass bastards.

- I know he got a phone on him,

let me see if he got a
phone on him.

- Man, get off me bro.
- Get his phone.

- [Johnson] Where's
the phone at?

- Hey fuck man, god damn.

(phone ringing)
(man grunting)

- [Quinton] Fuck you,
you know something nigga.

- Hello?

Hey, let me speak to Lil Miller.

- [Miller] Who is this?

- Lil Miller, Lil Miller.

- Who the fuck is this?

- Oh you don't
recognize my voice now?

Man, I'm hurt.

- What you want detective?

- You know what I want.

I need you and your
people to go back

to where y'all came from,

and let me handle this mess.

- Now you know I can't do that.

For years you've been
coming after me.

Man, when you gonna let it go?

- I'm gonna let it go once
the judge drops that gavel

and locks your ass up.

- Woo!

That's kinda harsh.

Everything we've done
been through,

I thought you felt some
type of way about me.

But you do know this is
chess not checkers right?

- Oh yeah?

And what does that mean?

(man grunting)

- That means you got a
whole lot of motherfuckers

to go through before you
get to the Queen.

- Oh yeah, well if you
play the game right.

- Well shit it's your move.

- Give me shit man.

(people chattering)

- Get your ass in the car.

- Checkmate pussy.
(tense music)

(gun fires)

- What's happening
with you Angel?

(speaks too low)

Chilling, chilling, chilling.

Hey check this out, I need some

information from you real quick.

- About what?

- You know a nigga name Roc?

- Roc?

- Yeah man, nigga kinda
tall, you know low cut.

You know basic looking
ass nigga man but,

main thing is man, nigga
been running shitty floss

and getting paid, you feel me?

He's been in the strip
clubs throwing money,

just caught in a brand
new Benz all this week.

You know that nigga?

- No, but you need to ask Meka.

- Meka, which one is Meka here?

- The short little dusty
one over there.

- Alright.

- Thick one, (speaks too low).

- Tell me, the
little pretty one?

- Yeah.

- So she got information
I'm looking for huh?

- If any nigga walk in
here with some money,

she know about it.

- That what's up,
that's what's up.

Shit, let me get a couple
100 from you quick.

* Baby girl put it on
for the city *

* On for city *

Hey look.

* I heard she be
keeping it real *

Here you go.

* I heard she be
keeping it real *

* I heard she be
keeping it real *

* I heard she be
keeping it real *

* I heard she be
keeping it real *

* I heard she be
keeping it real *

* I heard she be
keeping it real *

* I heard she be
keeping it real *

* I heard she be
keeping it real *

* I heard she be
keeping it real *

* For real she be
popping it up *

* Y'all not even popping it up *

* That top she be
dropping it off *

* She fat so I watch
her perform *

* The way that she
climb up the pole *

* The way she be
dropping it low *

* Who is it, who is it,
it's her *

* Or maybe it's just
the Patron *

- [Red] Holler at me real quick.

- Okay.

- What's up with you, I'm Red.

- Meka.

- Yeah, I've heard, you
look pretty good up there.

- Thank you, so what's up?

- Sure ain't shit in the club.

Chilling but, I need some
information from you.

- What kind of information?

- Man, there's this nigga
named Roc, man.

Nigga been around town
for nest and flicks,

you know what I'm talking about?

Spending money real good.

Tricking off every time he
comes to the strip club.

Nigga caught them in a
lil Benz man.

You know anything
about this nigga?

- Maybe.

- [Red] I need you to tell
me everything you know.

- Yeah I know him.

He came in here last Friday,

throwing money around
like you said.

He wanted to fuck for $500, but
I wasn't with that bullshit.

- Shit, but he ain't give
you no number?

- Not his, but he
was with a guy.

I can't remember his name
but I never forget a face.

He comes in here often.

Usually don't tip, just
drink and play a pool.

The only reason he
tipped that night

was because of the guy Roc.

- Shit, you see that
nigga in here now?

- Nah it's kind of early,
but hang around,

he'll be in here soon.

- [Red] Alrighty.

* Yeah *
* Okay, okay, yeah *

* Pre-Team music you bitches *

* Numb *

* Numb *

* Numb *

* Addicted to the fun *

* Fun *

* Fun *

* Running from the sun *

* Sun *

* Sun *

* They wanna ride of course *
* The Lord of lust *

* Lick the sky, of course *

- Hey man, that's that
nigga right there.

- Let me go get that nigga bro.

- Let's make a move dog.

- [Man] Hell yeah.

* Come ride my white horse *

* Giddy up giddy up *

* Come ride my white horse *

* Giddy up giddy up *

* Come ride my white horse *

* Giddy up giddy up *

* Come ride my white horse *

- Don't talk just walk nigga.

Don't talk, just walk.

- Hey my nigga, you
know Roc right?

- Man that's what this
shit about man?

I ain't talked to that
nigga in about a week, man.

- [Man] Nigga, don't say shit
for the rest of the ride.

Nigga, I got someone I
wanna holler at.

- [Man] Fucked up man.

* It's a short climb *

* You gonna reject this *

* You gonna *

(men chattering)

- [Quinton] It's that
nigga right there man?

- Yeah.

- [Quinton] Put that
nigga ass down, man.

- Man, what this about man?

- [Quinton] Dog, yo,
what's your name man?

- CeeCee.
(door slams)

- [Quinton] CeeCee huh.

What you know about this
nigga named Roc?

- Man I don't know nothing man.

- [Quinton] You know
where the nigga at?

- Not at all.

- [Quinton] Do him.

(CeeCee groans)

- Fuck man, I told you I
ain't know nothing bro!

- [Quinton] Next time bro,
it's gonna be a

bullet in your
motherfucking head.

Now where he at?

- I don't know bro.

I don't know man, the
other day man,

he called me from an
unknown number man.

I might got that
number in my phone.

- Shit call him man.

And talk regular to him man.

Find out where the fuck he is.

- Bro, I don't see
the number bro.

- Look man, they ain't
gonna be able to

motherfucking find your ass man.

I ain't gonna ask
your ass again.

- [CeeCee] I'll check again bro,

but I ain't see it
the last time.

- [Quinton] Dial the
number bitch nigga.

- Oh, here you go.

(man speaks too low)

Hey what up bro?

You still there?

Okay okay, shit I just was
calling to check on you man.

You ain't been picking
up your phone,

so I call back the number that
you called from another day.

You at the same spot?

K, my bad bro.

Shit, I just was
checking on you man.

I just trying to make
sure you good on your end.

Alright, I won't call back
the number no more my nigga.

Be safe though.

- [Quinton] So what's
the verdict man?

- Man, he at this bitch named
Monae house, at Argyle man.

Chimney Lakes.

When you come in, it's the
fourth house on the left.

- We gonna see the
fuck about it.

- [Man] Get your ass up.

- Hey bro, I told you
what you want to know.

I told you bro.
(men chattering)

- [Man] Get out nigga.

- [CeeCee] Man where
the fuck we at?

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

- [Man] Man, shut the
fuck up nigga.

(gun firing)

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

(woman moaning)

- [Roc] Get that dick.

(both moaning)

Yeah, get that dick.

(door banging)

- Stop, stop Roc, I just
heard something.

- What man, I heard shit.

Come on man, stop bullshitting.

- No, no, seriously, I
just heard something.

- I ain't heard shit out here.
(heart beating)

You could ride this dick girl.

Oh shit!
(door bangs)

(girl screams)
God damn!

(gun fires)
God damn!

- Get your motherfucking ass!
- Hold on, hold on!

- [Roc] Hey man, I got three
stacks right here my nigga!

- Shut the fuck up!
- You can take that

- [Roc] shit right now.

Look, (speaks too fast).

- I know you had something to do

with the hit on Knowlege, nigga.

All I need to know who
was in charge?

- [Roc] I don't know no
god damn Knowlege my nigga!

(gun fires)

Oh God damn!

Y'all done shot me on my
god damn knee!

- [Quinton] See right now nigga,

you still
motherfucking live nigga.

Who did the hit?

- [Roc] Nigga I don't know no,

nigga fuck y'all nigga!

- Who fucking did it?
- I'm gonna die anyway!

- Who fucking did it?
- I don't know!

- [Roc] Nigga, I'm gonna
die anyway, I'ma-

(gun firing)

- [Dispatch] 10-10,
possible shots fired

at 10084 Chimney Lakes.

- Tell me everything you
fucking know about this nigga

or I'm a blow your
fucking head off!

- He calls himself Tony, I
don't know him like that.

A dude named CeeCee
brought him my house.

- Go ahead and go in his
wallet real quick man.

Don't fucking move!

(heart beating)

Shit, and shut that shit up!

Watch this bitch while I go
ahead and look around the house.

Don't fucking move!

- [Quinton] I'm thinking
about letting your

motherfucking ass live.

You see anything in there?

Hmm, you know what I look like?

You ever see anything?
- No.

- [Woman] No.

(Quinton mumbles)

Please.

(Quinton mumbles)

Don't kill me.

- [Quinton] I ain't
gonna kill you man.

- [Johnson] Miller!

Put the gun down Miller.

- You move quick don't you?

- Yeah, put the gun
down Lil Miller!

- Mm, that's not gonna happen.

- Look, in a couple of
seconds this place

is gonna be swarming with cops.

It ain't look good if
you point that gun at me.

- Oh really?

- Yeah really, they gonna
bust a cap in your ass.

- Guess we just gonna
have to see huh?

- [Johnson] Yeah, we
gonna have to see.

- [Quinton] Drop
that shit nigga.

- Nah shit, Killa.

We don't need to play
this game man.

This ain't the game you
wanna play man.

- [Quinton] You good Lil Miller?

(Miller chuckles)

- [Miller] Of course.

- Aye, it's gone too far.

- Shut the fuck up!
(gun thuds)

Come on lets get outta here.
(Miller laughs)

(tense music)

What the fuck man?

- Fuck, everything is
fucked up man!

Hold on, hold on, hold on,
hold on.

Shit, my fucking laptop man!

Fuck!

They got my motherfucking guns,
man!

They got my motherfucking guns!

- I don't know who the fuck
knew we were staying here, man.

Man, this shit getting
crazier and crazier man.

And I know they gonna took
my motherfucking shots.

- Oh check that wallet,
that wallet.

- His government name
is Anthony Williamson.

We only got his address.

Bullshit, gonna gas up tomorrow.

- We need to find out who
the fuck he gonna tell on

and get to their ass before
the motherfucking police do

and we'll light them
motherfuckers up.

- Motherfuckers took a
hit on our ass right now.

Let's get out of this bitch
and go get us a new room man.

- Alright gentlemen, we got
Anthony and Jamal Williamson,

aka Roc and Joc.

Roc is dead, which
means they gonna

be coming for Joc all right?

Find him and the dominoes
will fall, alright.

We need to beat the street.

Put the pressure on the people,
alright.

Find him before any more
blood is spilled.

We don't need no more blood
on the street, all right?

- Let's go get some bad guys.

- Lock and load then baby.
- And the girl.

- [Johnson] And the girl.

- [Quinton] How you doing Mrs.
Williamson?

- Hey, who are you?

- Chad, I used to go to
school with your son.

We stayed down the
street from y'all.

I see you--

- [Williamson] Nah, I
don't remember you.

- Used to go to school
with him back in the day.

- Okay, which son you
talking about?

- [Quinton] Excuse me?

- You talking about
Anthony or Jamal?

- Anthony.

- Oh, well I don't see them
quite often, very rarely.

If I see them anyway.

But if I run into him,
I'll let him know

that you looking for him.

- All right, do that for me.

Just tell him Chad came by.

- [Williamson] Okay,
you Chad is it?

- Chad.

- [Williamson] Okay now.

- [Quinton] Alright thank you.

- See you later.

- [Quinton] Alright.

There's two of 'em?
(phone ringing)

- [Miller] Man hold on.

It's that motherfucking
block number again.

Who the fuck is this?

Don't be playing these games!

I'm not playing these
games no more with you.

- [Man] Jamal Williamson.

The Joc.

Find him and you one move away

from the end of this shit bro.

- I can tell you one
motherfucking thing though,

when I find your ass, I'm
killing yo motherfucking ass

too!

You don't wanna play these
motherfucking games with me!

So creepy voice said
Jamel is Joc?

- Man, crazy man.

Think about this shit.

Eddie and Joc.

- Oh, oh my god.

Why the fuck didn't I put that
shit together the first time?

Okay, okay, so we find Joc.

Jamel Williamson, which is Joc.

If we find Joc, then
we'll be one move away.

- I think y'all should
just leave town

and let us take it from here.

- Nah man, we too close now.

- Yeah y'all close alright.

Close to the police.

Y'all finna have all of
us close to the police.

Both of ya done came around

and made it stupid dumb
hot for the whole team.

- Man this shit is way too
motherfucking personal now.

These motherfuckers
broke into our

motherfucking hotel
room last night,

stole my motherfucking computer,

all our fucking guns,
everything.

Fuck no, I ain't fucking
going nowhere.

- Well who all knew y'all
were staying at?

- Shit, nobody but the team?

But make me think who the
fuck them niggas

been running their mouths to.

- Psst, I don't know.

But I done talk to all
the pawns, except Bishop.

And that been at two days or so.

- And when I get that phone
call from Detective Johnson,

it was from Bishop's phone.

But I was just thinking this
motherfucker had him hemmed up

or some shit and took his
motherfucking phone to call me.

- Fingerz, hey try
calling Bishop.

- Ain't getting no answer.

- Of course not.

- I mean guess who set all
this shit up though bro?

- Who?

- [Quinton] Nigga Joc.

- Ssh, Joc?

- Yeah, remember the nigga
who used to run with Genie?

- And how you figure that?

- Hmm, don't worry about
how we know, we just know.

- I thought bro had
done disappeared.

- [Miller] I didn't say
we knew where he was at,

I said we knew that he did it.

- Don't even worry
about that though,

we gonna find that nigga ass.

- And y'all ain't got
no clue on where

bro be ducking off at?

- [Quinton] Maybe.

- All right then, well
I'ma put the word out

to the whole team.

Let 'em know we
looking for his ass.

- Yeah and make sure you tell
them, when they find his ass,

make sure they give us a call,

'cause I'm gonna see that
motherfucker face to face.

- See, that's the shit
I'm talking about.

Y'all too hot.

Y'all wild.

Now that we all know
it's Joc ass,

why don't y'all just
let us find him

and bust this nigga's ass.

- [Quinton] Hell no,
'cause I wanna see

that nigga motherfucking face.

- You don't think I can
do it do you?

You don't think I can
get the job done?

- Nigga, if y'all could
get the job done,

Knowlege wouldn't be dead.

- [Miller] Man we gone,
like I said.

Let the motherfucking team
know, that when they find him,

they ought to give us
a motherfucking call.

Do you understand that?

- Yeah, alright.

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

- Miller! Miller!

(guns firing)

(car revving)

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *
- Killa you straight?

- Yeah I'm good, what about you?

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *
- Yeah man I'm good.

- I mean partner, now
what ya think?

- [Miller] I'm thinking
creepy voice,

might just be our
motherfucking Killa man.

- Nigga, Joc found us before
we could find his ass.

- [Miller] Either way,
whoever it is,

they seem to always know
where the fuck we at.

- Shit, let's go.

* Before you pull it out *

* You better think hard *

* Trade your whole life here *

* For a gun charge *

* Kid was locked up *

* He praying real hard *

* Did God grant him mercy *

* For that gun charge *

* There go 10 years *

* There go 20 years *

- Lil Miller, Lil Miller.

Girl, what you got
yourself into now?

(Miller sighs)

- Shit man, I'm still
trying to figure

that shit out myself man.

- Man.

So you saying your
car got shot up

and your guns got stolen?

- Yes.

- Man, hell no dog.

That had to be some of
your niggas though.

Shoot off like that in
broad daylight?

- Somebody paid these
niggas to do this shit.

Hey but keep yo ear to
the street man,

let me know if you hear
something man.

Young niggas they like to brag.

That's why their fuck ass
always getting caught.

They'll slip up, bro.

- I'm saying though,

Lil Miller, on some
other shit though,

you still need the other half?

- Man nah, not right now.

- Well shit, they finna
pull up right now.

* There go death row *

* Better get ready brah *

* You got the right to
remain silent and calm down *

* Now you can run this race *

* Or you can walk now *

* My advice for you is
put the gun down *

* 'Cause what goes around *

* Comes right back around *

* 500 *

- [Man] Shit, let's
gonna handle that.

* So the question is *

* Is you ready for that *

* Now you can play it big *

* And pull your own card *

* If you end up in this *

* You better feel guard *

* I wanna say to your soul *

- [Quinton] Shit nigga
what you got?

- Let me get those
two right there.

- [Woman] You want two
just for you,

or that's both of y'all?

- [Miller] Nah, just for me.

- Shit, I'll take these
right here then.

The motherfucker's clean?

- [Woman] Can't make
any promises.

- I feel ya on that.
- Hey man.

- [Kevin] Let me talk to
you for a minute.

- [Man] Kevin, not another girl.

(Indistinct) for real dog.

Chill bro, for real.

- [Miller] It's okay.

Take your motherfucking
ass over there man,

don't talk to me.

- I'll talk to anything I
want in this motherfucker.

- [Miller] Like I said,

take your motherfucking
ass over there

and don't fucking talk to me!

- [Kevin] Bitch!

- Like I said.
- Ah shit!

- [Woman] Chill shorty,
chill, put the gun down.

- [Miller] Take your
motherfucking ass over there

and don't talk to me!

- [Kevin] Ain't even
that serious man.

- [Miller] Okay, that's
what the fuck I thought.

- [Man] Come on man, I
told you bro.

Damn bro!

- Everybody cool?
- Lil Miller.

- [Woman] Man, let's get
back to business.

These two 250 a piece,

but you can get them both 44.

But if you get 'em all,

I'll let you get it for
the stack even.

- Let me get all that shit man.

- You bet.

- Alright bro, I'm gonna
hit you up bro.

I'm gonna holler at
these people.

God damn man, I keep
telling you bro,

when we doing business, you
can't be doing that dog.

- Man, who is this crazy bitch

you done brought around here
to do business with me man?

- Man that's the new Queen Pin.

(tense thud)

(phone ringing)

- [Quinton] Hello?

- [Wife] Hello.

- [Quinton] Yeah.

I'll be home, probably about
three more days, maybe.

- Maybe?

Well I'm glad you called,

at least I know my
prayers are working.

- [Quinton] You still mad at me?

- Kylee, you daddy on the phone.

- Hey Daddy!

- [Quinton] Hey, how
you doing baby?

- I want you.

- [Quinton] K, I'll be
back home real soon,

I want you to take care
of mommy though.

- Okay.

(little girl crying)

- [Quinton] Bye-bye.

- I love you.

- [Quinton] I love you too.

- Bye bye.

- [Quinton] Baby, where
Troy and Seven at?

- They playing the game.

I love you honey.

- [Quinton] I love you too.

- I love you more.

You do what you promised.

- [Quinton] Oh yeah,
what's that?

- Come home and I want you
to live up to your name.

- [Quinton] I ain't
gonna let you down.

- I'll talk to you later.

I love you.

(phone ringing)

- Hey baby.
(rap music)

- Hey babe.

I missed you so much,
and Supreme does too.

- What y'all have been up to?

- Nothing much, I met
up with some contractors

for the restaurant on Friday.

Oh yeah, I had to fire two girls

from the club Saturday night.

But I'll tell you
about that later.

I got my hair done, you like?

- Of course, it's beautiful.

- I need you baby.

I miss you.

- You do huh?

I need you to put me to sleep.

* Tryna make a little change *

* Instead of working
in here like a slave *

* See, one private show
could earn you a couple oh *

* Turn that by three and you
paid for the whole week *

* Sound good don't it *

* I could put you on
the right track *

* Change your mind friend *

* Tell me how you like that *

* Make money then keep
it coming right back *

* It's your turn, baby
gotta strike fast *

* We can take over the
city in no time *

* Take my number down *

* Call me if you wish *

* You got a million
dollar body *

* A million dollar smile *

* But she dancing in this *

- You already on parole man.

- I don't wanna hear that shit.

- You're already on parole!

- C'mon man.
- Ain't gonna be no

- [Johnson] walk in the
park this time,

they gonna send your
ass up to creek.

You gonna become a
little bitch boy.

- Man.
- Real bitch boy.

- [Chase] Man, I'm not
trying to hear this, man.

You ain't getting nothing.

- Look, you know what,
don't you got a daughter?

Think about this.
- Why you gotta

- Don't you got a baby?
- bring my family

- You know what?
- into this shit man?

- [Chase] Alright man, alright.

C'mon man.

All right all right, c'mon.

- So you got something for me?

- You gotta get this on
paper for me man.

- [Johnson] Look, I'm
gonna look out for you,

but don't be fucking with me.

- You gonna look out for me?

- I'm gonna look out for you.

How you gonna look out for me?
- Just don't fuck with me.

- [Johnson] Look, give
me what you got,

make sure it's good and
I'm gonna look out for you.

Just don't be fucking with me.

- Okay.

Word is y'all looking for
Joc, about Knowlege's murder.

- [Johnson] Yeah,
Knowlege, Knowlege, yeah.

- So now ya interested huh.

- [Johnson] Oh yeah yeah,
what you got for me?

- [Chase] Well what
if I told you

I knew where Joc was right now?

- Right now?

- [Chase] Right now!

- Okay then, we talking.

What you got?

We talking, go ahead
write it down.

- I told you I can't
give you nothing

until I got some paperwork man.

I'm telling you
nothing until I get

that paper work, man.
- Look, look, look, look.

- [Johnson] Just write
down what you got

and I told you I'm gonna
look out for you.

- [Chase] You gonna
look out for me Johnson?

- I'm gonna look out man.

100% man.
- All right.

- [Johnson] Yeah.

Okay.

- Word is he leaving town today,

so y'all better get your
asses over there real quick.

- [Johnson] Oh we on it,
we on it.

- You gonna look out
for me Johnson?

- [Johnson] I'm gonna
look out for you.

- Man make sure you look
out for me man.

- [Johnson] Chase, I
got you, for real 100%.

Aye, I got the tip.

I know where Joc at.

- Fuck you waiting on,
take your ass on.

- Man, c'mon Lopez let's go.

I hate that dude.

Man, lets go.

- Bullshit man, I'm fucked.

(door slams)

- [Quinton] What's that?

- A note?

- [Quinton] From who?

Creepy voice?

- Sure you do!
- Mm-hm.

- [Miller] He's saying that
Joc is at the police station.

I'm about to go get that ass.

- [Quinton] Police station?

- In the police station.

- Aye, tell the truth!

Tell the truth Jamel!

Your brother's dead,
Amber's dead!

All these other people dead!

How many other people gotta
get killed around here, man?

- Man, you think I wanted
my own brother dead?

- Nah, I don't think you
wanted your brother dead,

but I think you wanted
Knowlege dead.

- Man, I don't know no Knowlege.

- Sure you do.

- [Joc] No, I don't.

- Sure you do!

You knew Knowlege and you
helped him get murdered!

But you know what,

I don't think it was like that.

I don't think you set
him up to get murdered.

So tell me, who is all
in on it man?

- Man I don't know
nothing about nothing.

I don't know no Knowlege.

I don't know what the
hell you talking about.

Matter of fact, I ain't
saying shit else

without my lawyer present.

- Man, he lawyered it up man.

That's it, we gotta let him go.

- Captain, there has to be
something we have on this guy.

- It's like that, huh?

- [Joc] Straight like that.

- Now he asked for an
attorney Lopez

and we ain't got nothing on him.

We gotta cut him loose.

- Cut him loose?

Aye, if we let him go,
Lil Miller

and Killa gonna find him.

They gonna kill his ass,
Captain.

We gotta do something.

- Man, sometimes you just
gotta take the loss man.

I know it's personal for you,

but either way we get the
bad guy, which is him.

So just take the loss and
cut him loose.

- [Johnson] Mother fucker!
(wall thuds)

- [Lopez] Hey c'mon
man, you're free to go.

- Told y'all.

I see you when i see you.

- [Lopez] Yo, we gonna
see you though.

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *
(elevator dings)

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

- Oh shit!

Aye I think that bitch
- What's up man?

- [Johnson] Lil Miller
in there man.

Aye!

- [Lopez] Let me hit the stairs.

- [Johnson] Aye hits the stairs!

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-
Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

- Hey Joc, you remember me?
- Fuck.

- [Joc] Yeah bitch what
the fuck you want?

- [Miller] Who the fuck
set up Knowlege?

- Bitch you gonna
have to kill me.

- Who the fuck set up Knowlege?

Was it just you?
(heart beating)

- Man, the motherfucker
who set it up

was supposed to meet
with me Friday.

- [Miller] How the fuck you
supposed to meet with him?

Where the fuck you going?

- Shit I'm going to lay
low and shit,

I was supposed to
bounce after Friday.

- [Miller] Who was the cat
that set up the meeting?

Don't play with me.
(heart beating)

- I can't tell you.

He gonna kill my niece
and my mother.

He got people watching them.

- Well guess what, I'm not
fucking playing with you!

Who the fuck set it up?

- Kill me bitch!

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *
(elevator dings)

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

- Fuck!
* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-ooh *

- Go ahead start going through
that phone right there.

Who ever set all of this up,

is supposed to be meeting Joc

and the new connect on Friday.

- [Quinton] Where you
get this from?

- The police station.

Joc's ass at the police station.

But like I said, the
location's gonna be in there.

- [Quinton] Somebody just
sent him a text message.

Why they asking, "Are
you laying low?"

- Go ahead and answer yeah.

- [Quinton] Oh shit I
just got the location too.

Shit that's what we can do.

We go ahead and meet him Friday.

Murk his motherfucking
ass, take all the money.

Rob his connect and we'll
haul ass back to Miami.

- Shit this sounds like
a plan I can live with.

* Murder sure *

* Cut *

* Cut, cut, cut, cut *

* I don't know what
you say nigga *

* Aye *

* Cha *

* Scrape, drop, crush ice *

* Crazy *

* MC *

- So you are Fingerz right?

- Yeah that's me.

Everything in there?

- What you mean?

You are comedian man.

I don't play no games.

You wanna look, check
for yourself.

Of course it's there.

We caught wind that they
killed Knowlege.

You know, Knowlege
was a good man.

He tell me about you,

but he never bring you with him.

Why he never bring you with him?

- Why you ask so many
questions man?

What's your fucking problem?
- Easy.

- [Man] Easy road buyer.

We're just trying to figure out

who am I doing business with.

No ill feelings, you know.

- We'll be doing some
more business.

Just don't tell nobody
about me, you get me?

- Easy, easy relax man,
calm down.

Why you so nervous for?

- Because I don't
know you nigga!

Just 'cause you Knowlege
people don't mean shit to me!

- So you ever find out
who killed Knowlege?

- Yeah nigga, you
wanna know who?

- Relax, relax, relax!

No stress, easy easy,
calm down, calm down!

Let's rewind okay?

Easy easy.

Let me see, let me
see the money.

We'll be doing a lot more
business with you man.

(gun fires)
* All a nigga know *

* Go, go, go *

* Nigga know, get this dough *

* All a nigga know *
(guns firing)

* Getting trap- *
(gun firing)

* Nigga know, that's fo sho *

* All a nigga know *

* Go, go, go *

* All a nigga know *

- Fuck!

Nigga Fingerz, it's been
you the whole time nigga?

- That's how these
motherfuckers knew

where the fuck we were at,

because of this bitch
nigga over here!

(slow tense music)

- [Man] Knowlege.

(girl screams)

What happening nigga?
- Get his ass!

- [Man] Bring him in here man.

- [Man] Just lay down.

- [Fingerz] Y'all good?

- [Man] Yeah yeah my nigga,
we straight.

- Fingerz man, what the fuck?

- Shut the, man, get this
nigga off the ground man!

- [Man] Get this motherfucker
off the ground man.

(gun fires)

- Go get that bitch
from upstairs!

- [Man] Aight my nigga.

- [Woman] I don't got
nothing to do with this.

- [Man] Man, shut the
fuck up man.

- What you mean, shut up?

- Get on the ground man.
- What the fuck you mean?

- [Man] Get on the
motherfucking ground.

- [Woman] I don't have
shit to do with this.

(gun fires)

- [Fingerz] Come on yo,
get the fuck up!

I ain't gonna hear
about this am I?

You ain't see shit did you?

- No, I didn't see nothing.

- Get the fuck up outta here!

You, let's do it nigga.

My shoulder.

- You want me to shoot
you in the shoulder?

- If we gonna talk about
it we gonna do it nigga.

(man chuckles)

- Alright bro, hold up.

(gun fires)

- Hey, don't start that
song and dance shit!

I've been in this game
way longer than Knowlege!

Kept it real with Rhanni
and you Killa!

Kept it real for both of y'all

and she died, leave this fake
Muslim ass nigga in charge,

and give him the connect!

- So you kill your best friend

because you a hating ass nigga?

What the fuck is
real about that?

- Look, I ain't got no
friends in this shit!

Just niggas I can
make money with

and niggas I can make money off!

Knowlege stupid ass ain't
wanna give up the connect,

so he became somebody
I could make money off!

(guns firing)

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

(siren wailing)
* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-ooh *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-ooh *

- Put the gun down slow.

These crackers gonna have this
bitch covered in a second.

You finna help me get
out this motherfucker.

(gun firing)

- That's for Knowlege
fucking nigga.

What's up Lil Miller.

- What the fuck?

- [Johnson] Gun down, gun down!

Yep, put that gun down.

Put it down slowly, Lil Miller.

- Alright let's go.
- Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-ooh

- [Johnson] You have the
right to remain silent.

Anything you say can

and will be used against you
* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-ooh *

in the motherfucking
court of law!

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-ooh *

- [Man] Look.

- [Man] C'mon bro.

Hey c'mon man.

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-ooh *

C'mon close it up, close it up.

Where you hit at nigga?
* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-ooh *

Shit man, I got you bro,
I got you.

Bro, wake up man!

Bro, wake up man!

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh *

* Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-ooh *

- [Wife] Hold still baby.

- [Quinton] What's you
doing here babe?

- [Wife] Just because I
don't practice medicine

doesn't mean I didn't
go to medical school.

Now hold still!

- What the fuck you doing here?

- [Wife] A friend of
yours told me

that you may need my help.

Now hold still baby.
(heart beating)

- What's up bro?

- What's up man?

- [Wife] I'm gonna
let y'all talk.

(heart beating fast)
- [Man] What's up man?

Hey chill out bro, don't
looking me like that.

- [Quinton] What you doing, bro?

- Man look, just chill you good.

Bro, I got a lot I gotta
tell you, man.

I wouldn't been outta jail
without coming through.

(indistinct)

Look.

Man, look, I escaped prison.

That's about three years now.

Cellmate started working
in the hospital.

He and I came up with my little
plan to escape or whatever.

Holler at a CO, started a riot,

had him plant a body, you know.

Put my DNA all over the nigga,
my uniform.

You feel me bro?

Feel me?

Can't reach out to
nobody though.

I had a, you know, get a
new identity, all that shit.

Stay low, so you know,

that's why you didn't
hear from me.

- [Wife] I hope this make
you feel better.

- [Quinton] Thank you.

- [Man] That's the story bro.

But I ain't never stop
watching y'all though.

- What about Rhanni?

- [Man] I visit her
grave all the time bro.

I hang with her, you know.

- You was um-

- [Man] What?

- Never mind.

- [Man] That creepy ass
voice on the phone huh?

Yeah.
- Yeah.

- [Man] Yeah that was me bro.

I been watching you bro,
I told you that.

But look, I sent somebody
to come pick you up

since y'all got shot up
and shit nigga.

I gotta get up out of here,

I did too much already bro.

You've been doing a good job
with Seven Junior too bro.

Let you know.

- Yeah, he a good kid man.

- [Man] Love you man, I'm
gonna be watching you bro,

you be cool.

- [Wife] Let's go home baby.

- But the grand opening
is on the third.

That's exactly two
Saturdays from today.

We need to make sure we get
these air conditionings fixed

and I need to draft of
those fliers.

- Yeah, I'm gonna talk
to my people man

and get on that so you aint'
gotta trip.

We getting some money, we
gotta get on that asap.

I got you though.

- Okay.

All right cool, okay.

- But well, I'm thinking,

man what's up with Lil Miller?

You ain't heard from her?

Me and god damn Killa trying
to see what's going on,

and I ain't heard from her man.

- Ever since she got locked up,

I don't know.

I mean, I've been trying
to contact the people.

I don't know what to do at
this point but just wait.

- That shit crazy man.

If you hear something,
let me know man.

Well come to think it man,
I've got something for you man.

Dude came and brought
this to you man.

Delivery service man.

Dude said for your eyes only.

Dude in a suit, white dude.

- That came here earlier?

- Yeah, say it's for you.

- Alright, well I'll
take care of it,

but I need you to talk
to those social marketers

about what's the plan.

- Yeah, I'm gonna get

on that asap.
- Then we'll go from there.

- [Man] You aint' gotta
trip on none of that.

- Alright.

- Okay.
- All right, thank you.

(woman gasps)

- [Miller] This should
put you to sleep.

(techno music)

* Get doe *

* You know *

* Get doe *

* You know I gotta get
it off these streets *

* True tell the game *

* I'm just trying to eat *

* Get doe *

* Boy you gotta play
it how it go *

* I'm just tryna, I'm
just tryna blow *

* Get doe *

* If you plotting on me *

* You can't forget it *

* I'm a big dog *

* Y'all ain't, y'all
ain't with it *

* You know *

* If it's one thing you
know about me *

* You know I gotta get
it off these streets *

* 'Cause I be on that
hard paper chase *

* 25/8 *

* Non-Fiction, these facts *

* One band make a stack *

* Dirty bands bring it back *

* Don't with me *

* I'm strapped,
ill-equipped like I rap *

* Hear that thing rat-a-tat *

* Go oh, oh, oh *

* Rollin' in the dough *

* And if you got a problem *

* Best to let it go *

* I'm from the streets,
don't play no games *

* I'm on my G, ain't
nothing changed *

* I'm the truth in this game *

* All them other other blame *

* Let's go *

* You know I gotta get
it out these streets *

* True tell the game I'm
just tryna eat *

* Get doe *

* Boy you gotta play
it how it go *

* I'm just tryna, I'm
just tryna blow *

* Get doe *

* If you plotting on *