All language subtitles for BMF Black Mafia Family - 03x01 - Detroit vs Everybody.NTb.EnglishToFrench

Pledge allegiance to the Black Mafia Family!

To the Black Mafia Family!

I finally got a steady supply.

We gon' set up shop in other cities

and take over in' nation.

You and me, we are friends?

- Partner.
- Partner, partnership.

Get this Colombian cocksucker out my face.

He now owes this Colombian connect 20 mil

and refuses to pay.

100 keys up front, and we'll be re-upping in a week.

300 kilos.

Holy shit.

This mentorship is over

You're a boss now.

You aren't trying to play me?

You trippin'. Let me go.

What are you thinking?

I'ma personally put that crunchy ass

nigga Lamar on the wrong side of the grass for good.

You don't deserve the easy way out.

It's time for us to take this show on the road,

and head back down South.

What happened to womb to the tomb?

We'll still be womb to the tomb, 700 miles apart.

Remi Ransom

And make sure you spell my shit right.

Get him off the car.

Where is Ty Washington at?

He's over here!

Somebody get some help.

That's your kingdom now

I need you to go down to Magic City

and ask for this dude named Rodney Green.

You tell him Goldie sent you.

This is Detective Veronica Jin

joining us from Southfield.

Your new partner Bryant here can catch you up to speed.

Marcus Lloyd has been bullying Kevin,

roughing him up, stealing his shoes, ruining his cartoons.

Hear you got a new safe.

Stand down! That's my son!

I messed up.

An investigation will be launched immediately.

Hand over your gun and badge.

I'm doing this for Kevin, not your trifling ass.

I have to be up in three hours.

We ain't been together in over three weeks.

Treat yourself to something you want to do.

What the hell's wrong with you?

A receipt from the EZ Rest Motel?

Maybe it's a good thing I got caught.

Maybe God is giving us a second chance, not with each other.

Come here.

I wish I could stay here forever

and do this over, and over, and over again.

But I'ma say this once and one time only...

Stay away from Boom's bitch.

What?

Get down!

When we first started out, me and Tee was one family,

Detroit versus everybody.

But shit changed.

It'd been two years since we spoke.

We had different opinions 'bout how we got here.

I felt he'd been too flashy in the clubs,

lettin' his boys run wild, and taunting the five-o

with the billboards.

But we got indicted

because Tee had been running his big mouth on the phone

while ing feds was listening.

I'm flashy, but also smart as fuck.

And that's why my run was longer than any Black man

in the history of the cocaine game.

Lucky people don't have a 22-year run.

You lost weight.

Been fasting, praying.

I'm taking the plea.

And hopefully, while we doing time,

something will work in our favor to bring us home early.

I ain't taking no plea.

I'm going to trial.

I'm going with God.

That's funny

because I was talking to God,

and he told me to tell you to take the plea.

I don't want Mom and Pop seeing us get a life sentence.

I don't want that for Mom and Pops either

- What...
- But nothing

The feds got nothing on me and everything on you.

And I'm still willing to take it

so I can have a date to work with and come home.

When you gonna take responsibility for...

Responsibility

Who are you talking to?

Markisha, please.

- Terry.
- Stay with me.

Please.

Baby, stay with me, please.

What?

I don't think I'm gonna make it.

Don't say that. You're gonna make it.

- Hold on.
- She's crashing.

- Start bagging.
- What is happening?

Oxygen is 88. Blood pressure is dropping.

Markisha. Come on.

Come on.

Please.

Terry.

Thank God you're still with us.

What happened?

We were stopped at a light.

Somebody came, and they started shooting at us.

- She might not make it.
- Markisha?

That's what you get

for fucking a bitch who's married

and got kids by another man.

Married?

God help us.

The apple don't fall far from the tree.

This is not the time or the place.

I hope that old bitch dies.

How can you say some shit like that?

- She's a mom.
- I don't give a fuck.

I'm a mother too, in case you forgot.

I'm the one that's pregnant with your second child

while you get your dick wet

on the side with that bitch.

I can't deal with this shit right now.

Can you guys leave? Please.

- Fuck you.
- Come on.

This is not good for the baby.

I love you.

Why you got to be so stupid?

Meech moved to Atlanta, and you standing here bleeding...

while the rest of our family falling apart.

I can't lose you too.

I'm not going anywhere.

- I love you.
- Me too

What up?

Big dog. Goldie told me to come through.

Thought you might help me set up shop.

Detroit?

She made mention.

Said you was

What can I do for you?

I need intros to local cats, spots to clean my cash.

I do a mighty fine dibble and dabble,

you know what I mean?

A couple of liquor stores scattered here and there.

But for my services, I'ma need about 15.

Hold on. We getting started here.

How about 10 then 5 going forward, you feel me?

Detroit.

- 15 now. 10... forever.
- Come on.

- You new in town, and I'm all you got.
- Bet.

I'ma check out the girls and cash my investment early.

What you need to do is shake my goddamn hand,

come with me over to Platinum Palace.

You want to talk about exotic bitches,

that's where the exotic bitches at.

You a slick motherfucker?

You know what it is.

Let me take this. Hit you up early.

Do your thing, Detroit.

Hello.

I'm at the hospital right now.

Tee and Markisha got lit up by her old man's right hand.

Is Tee OK?

He fine, but Markisha is critical

that's fucked up.

But thank God Tee's all right. That's all I care about.

He's acting real crazy, and I'm worried he might ruin

a party we trying to plan.

It's party crashers all over the place.

What you mean?

- I got to handle this.
- Catch your breath.

I need you ten toes down.

Markisha's fighting for her fucking life right now.

And right now we got to thank God you still got yours.

I know you angry.

I was the same way after losing Mo,

and now our daughter ain't got no mama.

But remember what you told me?

Calm down before making any moves.

But the streets is gonna be

watching to see how I handle this.

You left me in charge, so I got to handle this how I see fit.

You ain't hearing me. I told your tender dick ass

not to fuck with that bitch anyway.

- She ain't worth it.
- Fuck you

I'm done dealing with niggas that second-guessing me.

If you want to be Meech's right hand,

then take your ass to Atlanta with him.

I'm trying to figure out our next move.

Get out of my way.

- Fuck off
- Tee!

I hope you're ready, baby,

for this long, strong, love.

I want to feel you.

Sit back and relax.

You deserve it.

- Welcome to paradise, fam.
- God damn.

I ain't never seen no freaky ass shit like that in my life.

These lovely ladies are what I like to call headliners.

Creme de la goddamn creme.

These bitches in here get any dick hard, you hear me?

I think I'ma grab her tits right there for a dance.

She ain't available.

Who was that?

Check this out, Detroit.

I know you fresh off the boat.

And you want to show out. You got the D-boy dollars.

And that's beautiful. That's NBA money over there.

It's a little harder to play when it's the NBA bangers.

Big league you know what I'm talking about?

I'm liquid

That motherfucker got to ask permission

before they can get to their money.

True. Best of luck competing with them motherfuckers.

I'm gon' catch you, Detroit.

Sup, Meech?

- What up?
- Take a walk with me.

Glad you finally made your way back.

You missing the D yet?

Not at all.

I'm here to stay.

And those white girls I was telling you about?

They on their way too.

Appreciate you coming through on what you promised.

You know it.

- What up?
- What up.

I'm Duffy.

Sterl is family.

Said you was coming through, so we family too.

Also said I'd spot your little rattail from a mile away.

Packard Ave, from the crib?

I'm from right here.

- This is my hometown.
- That's what's up.

That's Ty Washington's chain. How you get that?

He was like a nephew to me. Deanna my niece.

Sorry for your loss.

He was like a brother to me.

Stacks was one of Ty's top movers.

He an honorary member of us Detroiters.

- That's what's up.
- Name's Diesel, born and bred.

- What up?
- What up, Meech?

I'm Rip. Nice shoes.

Thank you. Appreciate that.

Pussy ass Remi Ransom?

That's that predator-looking motherfucker who killed Ty.

Sure is, and I can't fuck

with him or his punk-ass Eastside crew.

Get your ass over here.

Get your ass over here.

Fuck off, you hot headed nigga!

Detroit ain't a place.

It's a state of mind.

And we carry that fighting spirit wherever we go.

So no matter where in the world I was,

like Joe Louis and Tommy "The Hitman" Hearns,

I always laid down a demo.

Don't fuck with the D.

Bet you don't fuck

with them Detroit boys no more?

Fuck with the D, see what happens.

I see.

Trouble seems to follow you everywhere you go.

Stacks' jealous ass.

My nigga Meech showed up and showed out.

We left the D, but it sure ain't left us.

What's the run down?

Ty was holding us down, but with no access to his plug,

we've been scrambling to find work.

I got pure weight coming down here from Detroit right now...

my half of the 500 bricks me and my bro received.

You got the talk down, but do you got the walk down?

All day.

I've been taking care of my niece and Ty's kids

ever since he got smoked.

Ty was my family too, and I'm not trying to replace him.

But I damn sure know he wouldn't want me to leave

y'all blowing in the wind either, which is why he

blessed me to work with y'all.

He ain't never tell me that shit.

I ain't fuckin' with your ass.

Let's get out of here.

Stacks was the link to all of Ty's distributors.

Without him, you're dead in the water on Ty's network.

And we're in a three-way tussle with them Techwood Boyz,

who got soldiers.

The Haitian cuckoo bird Glock runs the Miami Killas.

They got the guns.

MKs killing niggas with choppers,

trying to run Remi's Techwood Boyz out they projects.

We're trying to get in where we fit in

like I fought beside y'all in the club,

I'm gon' be sure y'all eating and survive this war.

First, let me get this weight down here.

You up?

I was so scared.

But-bu0t you're here now.

Where are my babies?

They with your folks.

The kids think you got into a car accident. They're fine.

I'ma merc that motherfucker Saint.

You got to let it be.

I can't take something happening to you.

Boom sent that sadistic fuck after us.

I'm not about to have the streets thinking

it's OK to pop shots into my woman.

But, you the only thing me and the boys got.

- I love you.
- I love you too, Markisha.

But I got a business and a whole crew that's riding on me.

I promise you I'ma handle this, and ain't nothin' gonna happen to me.

Nothing.

Hold up!

Come on!

This is Headliner

from Arrested Development, and

you're in the midst of a celebration,

a celebration of life, death,

and the stories of our ancestors.

That light-skinned motherfucker sure got a lot of nerve throwing

the first punch like that.

Should have popped his ass when he was here for Freaknik.

He gon' get his, though.

Believe that.

Them bags is ready to go.

Help me move this shit.

Remi!

What's up?

There's enough for everybody.

Cool out, cool out.

There you go. Get one.

There you go. You got one? Make sure she get one right there.

Y'all bring it in real quick. Let me holler at y'all.

Y'all on the road to success.

It take hard work and hustle.

Most of all, it take what y'all got in them bags.

These streets dangerous. Always have been.

You know what I'm saying?

So I'm going to need y'all to look out for each other.

Make sure everybody y'all see the school,

get a taste of what's in them bags.

My mama said the city is going to tear down our homes

and split us apart because of the Olympics.

- That true, Remi?
- Little Milton.

We family.

Ain't nobody gonna tear us apart.

You feel me?

Give me some.

That's what I'm talking about.

Red Dogs.

- 'Sup, Remi and Claude?
- Hell y'all want, Hardy?

- Know what we want.
- What's in the bags?

Our lunches.

Lunch?

Give me this bag.

Kang, check this shit out.

These motherfuckers think they the Black Panthers or some shit.

Y'all think y'all Robin Hood from the hood.

Get out of here.

Careful who you pick as heroes.

Get your little bad ass out of here,

and take this shit with you.

Man. We gon' take our licks.

We asking y'all to wait for the kids to get around the corner

so they ain't got to see this shit.

Shut up.
Damn them kids

fuck you, Stonewall.

Ain't got nothing better to do

Shit!

In 1990, Atlanta won the bid

to host the '96 Olympic games.

Wanting to present an illusion of being crime

and poverty free, city officials tasked none other

than the Red Dogs to clean the streets.

The Red Dogs were a police unit formed in the late '80s

by PD chief Eldrin Bell during Mayor Maynard Jackson's

third term in office.

Red Dog stood for...

And these motherfuckers had a green light

to violate our civil rights anytime, anyplace.

I wasn't on their radar yet,

but it was a matter of time.

- You Lucille?
- I'm fine.

Everything's gonna be OK. I promise.

I used to feel so safe in your arms.

I wish I could take away the pain and hurt I caused you.

I want to move forward with the divorce.

I love you.

And I know that you still love me.

I could feel it when I was holding you.

I think...

I think you should find a new place to live.

Divorces take time and money.

And we barely making enough to keep the lights on as it is.

I can't afford to rent someplace else.

It won't cost you anything to sleep on the couch.

I'm not sleeping on no couch. This is still my house.

You stopped being the head of this house a long time ago.

And every time I lay next to you,

all I see is you inside Mabel.

When do I get to come home?

I put in a request for a bail hearing.

You'll meet the judge and convince him you're a good kid.

You got to be yourself.

Comb your hair, brush your teeth, and I'll bring your suit.

- They'll let me go after?
- Soon as I get a good lawyer.

I finished a new page.

Bruiser got his powers taken, and now he has to figure out

a new way to beat his enemies.

I'm sure Bruiser will figure it out.

Good guys always win.

Yes.

Fucking asshole.

When I thought my day couldn't get any worse.

Miss me?

Since you got suspended for suppressing a murder weapon

and creating a public scandal, I got suspended

from DRANO while they investigate both of us.

That ain't shit.

If I don't fix this mess with Kevin,

he goes to juvie, where he'll be eaten alive.

Knowing you, you'll figure something out.

Terry and B-Mickie are free men.

Meech got a going-away party.

But my boy is drawing cartoons behind bars.

Damn right I'll figure it out.

I ain't heard shit from

and the clients keep pressing me.

They worried about all the heat coming from five-o.

We got weight to move. I'm sorry.

You're not done talking out the side of y'all necks?

About the other day,

With everything going on...

you talked to me like a ho

and didn't leave no money on the nightstand.

- What's up?
- That's my fault.

I was trying to talk to you like my right hand.

You gonna to stay and rock with me or what?

Detroit all day

Since we're starting off with a clean slate,

Meech called. He want me to bring down half of his weight

so Ty's old crew can move it for him.

This nigga Demetrius ain't even here,

and he's still trying to call the shots.

And why is he calling you?

Calm down. I'm a messenger.

But, dawg, he still Meech.

He's gonna keep calling and calling.

Go on.

Don't do no dumb shit.

And dress right, please.

Got a suit for the occasion.

Don't smoke no weed on that road.

What up?

Between you and me, I've been moving my shit fine.

So long as you keep it flowing, we straight.

Bet.

So how you gon' keep that tap on with K-9 singing like a canary?

Motherfucker might snitch on you and Meech.

When we stole his Colombian plug, he ain't cap us.

I doubt he's gonna mention our name.

Rollie.

I need you to load the stash cars.

We switched the stashes up so five-o

won't be able to find nothing if anybody get pinched.

And get some of these guys to keep eyes

on the police staging areas so the clients can

move their shit and Meech can get back his work.

A'ight, come on, guys. Let's get this money.

Fuck...

- You got eyes on Saint yet?
- I got the guys on it.

I'll let you know when I get a line on him.

That's great.

When you find that motherfucker,

I'ma be the one to pull the trigger.

Partner.

- Partner?
- Yes, ma'am.

Detective Cobie Amberson.

Any relation to Councilman Amberson?

He's my dad.

Great detective skills.

Good old-fashioned nepotism.

Explains why a baby like you got fast-tracked to detective.

I don't like entitled assholes either.

In fact, it's why I don't speak to my parents anymore.

I had the money and the resources to be anything I wanted.

But instead, I chose to be here.

Ladies!

Garr wants you to go down to the hospital

and talk to Terry Flenory's side piece once she's stable.

She got lit up in a drive-by with him.

So I get let go from the task force,

- but I get your crumbs?
- I felt that here.

But I'm too busy chasing bigger fish,

like the names K-9 gave up,

which doesn't include Terry Flenory.

So the only reason why K-9 even

snitched on anybody was because of the work

that Brian and I put in.

You know what they say.

One "" ruins 20 "atta boys."

I admire the largesse and the initiative.

But real talk, rat-tail, now that we alone,

it ain't like Atlanta's a virgin to Colombian coke.

The Miami Killas got a cartel plug like you,

and them niggas got here first.

Which makes you the Pepsi to their Cola Classic.

This ain't no taste test.

This is a track meet.

We beating them with speed.

It sound good

But you need runners to win a race.

We already got runners. Stacks got the runners.

Once the weight arrives, I'ma sign them all up.

How are you gon' do that short of resurrecting Ty's ghost himself?

Since we mixing food metaphors,

let me serve some truth.

I didn't come here to start no beef.

I came here so everybody gets fed.

So all I got to do is cook him a dish that makes him

hungry enough to want to eat.

You know that expression?

You attract more flies with honey.

How we like it?

You killed that shit. That was out cold.

Shit was smooth.

Let me holler at you for a minute.

What's up?

Why you hustling when you cold like that

You got talent for real.

I know talent when I see it.

And my pops told me a lot about music.

Me and him even had a record store back home.

Then maybe you can sell my shit one day.

When that does happen, I don't want

to see you back on these streets no more hustling.

God gave you a gift, and gifts ain't to be wasted.

That's real.

This ain't no dance. This is business.

And I'm trying to make motherfuckers shine.

All this shine is starting to blind Tee.

Now that you gone, he only focus on his reputation

and capping that nigga Saint for his old lady.

Tee ain't built for no bullets.

This bitch got him acting some type of way.

He does put the T in tender dick,

but he's still my brother.

Which means we got to protect him at all costs.

Have one of your guys put in the work.

He can't be the one to pull the trigger.

- You feel me?
- No doubt.

- Long day?
- Always.

Some customer came in today, talking about she heard

that Terry had gotten shot again, and how at some point

our boys are gon' run out of luck.

Some people need to mind their own damn business.

That is my point.

Everybody knows our business,

especially at church.

I am so sick and tired of feeling ashamed and judged.

The house of the Lord is supposed to be a sanctuary?

Not a house of gossip.

I want a...

a fresh start at a new church.

Fine by me.

And don't nobody need to know about our divorce.

It ain't nobody's business but ours.

Roland.

- What up though, Mr. C?
- Meech gave you a key?

Yes, sir.

And he told me to look out for you.

I got greens, steaks, and potatoes.

I got flowers for you too.

My goodness. Made my day. That is so sweet.

You be like my mother too.

- You tell my Meechy I love him.
- I will.

I'm gonna put these in water.

I'll walk you out.

I don't know about what you heard

or what you think you k but this is my house.

So give me my fucking keys.

All my birds landed,

like I told you they would.

I'm giving you these for 25 a brick.

I usually charge 30, but I'm giving you the family discount.

- Don't tell nobody, and we good.
- What's the catch, Meech?

Ain't no catch Me and Ty was like family.

And after he died, I did promise

Deanna I'll make things right.

But since you taking care of her and the kids,

I'm willing to cut my profits to put more money in your pockets.

We ride together then.

- Get busy.
- Let's get it.

He went for the discount.

Good. Because we're going to need his ass and his foot soldiers.

I also did that to undercut the Miami Killas.

And move the bag faster.

Plus, word gets out about that price,

we gon' know it's Stacks.

But we gon' need another kind of paper up in this bitch anyway.

- Fuck you talking about?
- I need shit to wipe my ass with.

Get your nasty ass up out of here.

Miss Taylor.

Detectives Jin and Amberson.

We're glad you pulled through. How you feeling?

You're in a tough spot.

Your hubby's in jail, and your boy toy's his street rival.

Could it be that Boom ordered this hit

in a jealous rage over your relationship

with Terry Flenory?

If that's what you think, then why

you not talking to him?

Jarod St. Jones,

is a known shooter in your hubby's crew.

Is he the guy that did this to you?

Y'all the ones that gave Boom the photos of me

and Tee that made him snap off.

If you ask me, it's your fault I'm lying here.

Ms. Taylor, you got lucky this time.

Do you want your boys growing up without their mother?

Is the dick that good?

It's worth every goddamn inch.

Get out.

- What up?
- What up?

Dice, my man.

What's up with those connects out of state?

You already know I got scrappers and hustlers

from the D all over, Alabama to Texas.

They be down to get with the champ

who knocked motherfuckers' teeth out.

We were Ric Flair on them bitch-ass niggas.

Gave them the high rope special and shit.

But you got an uphill battle with your boy Remi

because he got ATL in his blood.

His little bro went missing back in the day.

They found him later on, beaten and strangled

in the woods like one of them Atlanta child murders.

Now Remi walking kids to school every day,

paying rent for folks who can't afford it.

They call him the Robin Hood of the Techwood PJs.

If somebody did that to my brother...

he bled for this turf,

so he gon' fight hard for it.

After I move this I'll hit you back.

Bet.

That boy Rip ready to get picked up.

Let's get it.

It was no reason to even trip over moving that weight.

We are sitting on stacks of green now.

Get this shit to Sam at the gas station,

so he can clean it for us.

I told you, I am here for you.

And we are about to fly.

Doe.

We had a lot of good memories at this place.

But this spot was Meech's pick, not mine.

- And he's moved on. So should we.
- Makes sense.

As long as I get to take that EPMD and Chaka Khan album with me.

Get out of here. Come on.

My boys got eyes on Saint.

Let's ride.

Slow your roll.

He already up out of here.

Meech put you up to this?

We got a zero tolerance policy.

Your beef is our beef.

We family now.

This was supposed to be my kill.

With Meech gone, I can't have the streets thinking I'm no bitch.

Who's to say otherwise?

Besides, top dogs like you ain't supposed

to get their hands dirty.

So I'm supposed to Milli Vanilli this shit?

All I'm saying is, let the streets think what they want

because I ain't saying shit.

And neither will you.

Appreciate you.

Rip do got that green for us

Fuck. Those Remi's guys!

I've been hit!

Rip's cornered.

Cover me!

Motherfucker!

Come on, come on!

- I got you, I got you
- Fuck!

What is going on?

Fucking Miami Killas.

They spotted us. Everybody down.

Fucking MKs trying to take over Techwood turf.

I think he low on ammo.

Come on. We can't leave the bag.

Come on, let's go. Go, go, go!

Raph and Dame got attacked by the MKs

outside the Owens projects.

Fuck.

Tell the families I'ma take care of the funerals.

And send them some food and some flowers too.

Detroit's making moves too.

I got eyes on him and their crew that's always outside

of Raven's Club on Sundays.

This is our hood.

And everybody tryna come and displace us.

And we ain't finna let that shit ride.

Techwood take care of us. We take care of Techwood.

- You feel me?
- No doubt.

Little homie Rip who got wet up, he gon' pull through.

Good.

That's good news.

Now we need every man we got

to get this weight to Dice's people.

I'm about to call up a meeting for Glock and the Miami Killas.

If I can get an alliance with the MKs,

we could put an end to this motherfucker Remi.

So you want some "the enemy of my enemy

is my friend" type shit.

I want some "by any means necessary

to get this money" type shit.

Now let's hit Raven's Club tonight

because Glock might be there.

And the strip club is gon' present a whole lot

of opportunity for us to lock down more guys

to help move the bag.

It is sinful Sunday tonight.

I don't think God gon' be in that bitch,

but anybody who is anybody in Atlanta will be.

Ain't no armored trucks pulling up at no funerals.

We can't take none of this shit with us.

So we need to go there tonight and show all these niggas

Detroit is here to stay.

We ain't going no-motherfucking-where.

Does my dad know I'm going to juvie?

- They're taking me now?
- There will be other kids there.

They're gonna be watching you. Don't stare back.

Don't even look in their direction.

How much older are these kids?

Don't let them see you cry.

Do it in the shower or when you're alone.

Otherwise, they gon' think you weak.

And don't ever, ever accept any favors from anyone.

How far is this place?

- Am I gonna be able to see you?
- Stop asking questions!

People don't like it when you ask them questions.

Son?

I've got to take these.

Pencils are considered weapons.

- But I need those.
- I need you to be strong, Kev.

I love you.

I'ma get you out.

I promise.

How you doing, beautiful?

These are for you.

Thank you.

- I got some good news.
- What's up?

The doctor said I can go home, as long as I keep these bandages clean.

That's good.

But you're not going back to the house with Boom?

We could stop by and maybe get you some clothes.

I can't wait to get out of here.

I can't wait to hold the boys.

Saint ain't gonna bother us no more.

Whatever it is that you did, I'm glad you're safe.

Nobody fucks with me or my queen.

- But guess what?
- What?

I put a down payment on a big-ass crib.

Got to close the escrow.

So it'll be us in our new home,

making new memories with our family.

And I'll make sure I keep us safe.

Bet.

I love you.

- It's us against the world.
- I love you too.

Heavenly Father, we thank you so much

for sparing Terry's life.

And we ask you to keep your divine hand

of protection on our boys.

And thank you so much for this beautiful meal

that Meechy has given us.

And we ask you to bless it into our bodies.

All this we ask in Jesus' name.

These some mighty fine steaks.

Meechy's always thinking of others.

Not so much.

Boy, what are you thinking?

You done lost your goddamn mind.

I told you it wasn't a good idea to come here.

She need a safe place to stay for the night.

She can't go home right and I got some guys waiting outside.

I done let a lot of shit slide.

It was never about no money for me.

All I cared about was you and our little family right here.

But remember, you wasn't shit when I met you,

and I still held you down.

For this-this sack-chasing asshole to pop up

when it's convenient for her?

This ain't got nothing to do with no money. We in love.

It's too bad the nigga who shot you missed.

So this is meant to be, then.

Meant to be?

Can you guys stop?

All this bickering back and forth ain't good for y'all.

Especially you, with the kid.

I'm not trying to make you stressed.

It's too late for that.

That bitch even got you holding her shit. Pathetic.

Could you please take Markisha up to Terry's room?

Thank you for having me.

Boy, sit down.

Lawanda is the mother of your two babies, Terry, two.

And you need to be there for all three of them.

And stop-stop all this nonsense and juggling

and lying to these two women.

- It's ungodly.
- Ungodly?

I've got a lot of responsibilities

and business to take care of.

And I can't do it with y'all breathing down my neck.

I'm moving out.

Terry.

Terry!

So does this mean I get Terry's room?

Your father will be getting Terry's room.

Wait a minute.

You said that this is your house as well,

and congratulations on your new room.

Street ice wins again.

There's no winners here...

another sad fucking cycle of senseless death.

Lady, you dark as hell.

Was Saint a known drug dealer destroying his community?

Fuck but he's also somebody's son, brother, cousin.

And it's our job to deliver the right kind of ice.

You think Terry Flenory retaliated?

But proving it's another...

can you get the fingerprint kit?

Tee sure handled Saint.

- That shit was ill.
- That's right.

And I'll do the same shit for y'all.

That's love.

What is this shit?

It's calamari, fool. It's from Roostertail.

How about you cala-motherfucker

who gon' eat this shit because I ain't.

Your Humpty Dumpty ass shouldn't even

be in here anyway.

Fine.

But for real, I want y'all to take a real

good look at this place.

Because we gon' be moving on from here.

Out with the old, in with the new.

I copped this new restaurant that's more my speed.

It's about to be our new spot.

Hope you ain't serving this calamari bullshit

in the new spot

- What up?
- What up?

I heard your pest problem went away.

So now you calling me after making plans behind my back?

Don't get your panties in a bunch

You my brother, and I'm always gonna look out for you.

You know what I'm doing now?

I'm sitting out staring at these intersections of the highways.

What are you doing out there?

General Sherman burnt this city to the ground

to win the Civil War because he was confident something better

would rise in its place.

He wasn't talking about you.

And stop acting like you the goddamn Messiah from Ecorse.

Shut up and let me finish, God damn.

Something better did rise up... these highways

They link to every major city

down the Florida coast, up the Eastern Seaboard,

and even got a direct line to Texas and Cali.

I'm standing at the doorstep for the rest of the damn country.

Classic Meech... twisting history to make his point.

I'm not twistin' it.

We overcomin' it.

Nobody in a million fucking years

would ever predict that we about to take over this place.

That ain't God's word, I don't know what is

because making Atlanta party central.

We going national.

I wish you was here right now with me.

So you can see what I'm seeing.

With your good eye.

You still got jokes even from 800 miles away?

You an easy target, baby bro. You always been.

I'ma holler at you later.

Womb to the tomb.

Womb to the tomb.

- You tall niggas blind?
- Can't come in. Glock's orders.

Tell that pussy-ass nigga to come outside then.

I'm here.

Y'all working the bouncer shift?

We ain't out here for nothing.

That's some heavy metal for a Sunday night,

especially when all I got is the gift of gab.

So is Glock scared his ears are gonna burn?

- Move on.
- Or what?

Unless you want that hazelnut face

bleeding red all over the motherfucking concrete.

These niggas ain't worth it.

It's a time and a place for everything.

We'll go somewhere else and have a drink.

Hold on.

Why that nigga call himself Glock when he surround himself

by ho-ass niggas like y'all?

He must be compensating for something.

Tell that nigga Meech in town,

and he ain't going no-motherfucking-where.

Pussy.

Fuck y'all niggas.

Let's hit up Club Anytime.

Fuck y'all got going on?

You ain't welcome down South.

You can go back up North and shovel snow.

Or we send your ass back in body bags.

- Come try
- Pussy ass.

Let's go.

I'll be waiting for your sucker ass.

These Atlanta and Miami motherfuckers

played by different rules.

So my preferred way of doing business wasn't gonna fly.

So here I was again, Detroit versus everybody.

Except this time, I'd be riding with my new family

and not Tee.

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