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- [Narrator] To the max.

? The life ain't great, nigga

? What you gonna do about it

? Shit ain't sweet

? You gonna move around it

? 'Couple options, I just had to climb ?

? Had to rise up out it

? Couple options, I just had to climb ?

? My life ain't great, nigga

? What you gonna do about it

- [T] You wild as hell.

So you just gonna hit me and quit me huh?

(Sonia chuckles)

- Look, I know how guys like you are.

I am not about to sit around

and wait for you to figure out

how you wanna tell me that you want your space.

- Nah, you ain't never met nobody like me.

- Let me guess, you different?

- For sure.

- Hmm.

- So you might as well get undressed

and get ready for round four.

- Well, Mr. Different,

as tempting as that sounds,

I think I'ma have to spin the block on round four.

I really do have to go.

- [TV] How often do you see after you have a knock down

you figure, all right-

- I'll call you.

- [TV] And then you're the one danger.

- I'll let myself out.

- Yeah, all right.

I'ma see you soon, right?

- Yeah for sure.

- Sooner than later.

Damn.

- [TV] And there is 45 seconds left in this round.

(suspensful music)

(glass shattering)

The fuck?

(fist thudding)

- Sit your punk ass down

before I blow your head the fuck off.

(suspensful music)

(box clattering)

- You know you're fucking up, right?

- Oh you think so? - Hell yeah.

You gotta have lost your mind fucking with me.

- You better hope I don't lose the rest of my mind

and blow a third nostril in your mother fucking face.

(suspensful music)

- Y'all mother fuckers might as well-

- We might as well, what?

(suspensful music)

Yeah nigga, I wish you would finish that sentence.

(suspensful music)

Nah big homie, you ain't gotta look that hard.

You don't know us.

You ain't in no position to make no mother fucking threats.

I'll blow your mother fucking head off

and leave you with your ass out, pause.

(suspensful music)

- You talking to that nigga too much.

- I'ma find your ass.

- You ain't gonna find shit.

(suspensful music)

- What your big ass looking at?

Look at that nigga.

(suspensful music)

- You find that shit yet?

- Yeah, weed and money, baby.

Hell yeah.

We on.

- See that wasn't even that hard right?

Now we can dip and let you go back to sleep.

- Y'all some hoe ass niggas.

- And speaking of sleep,

let me help you out with that.

(fist thudding)

(upbeat music)

? Everything I touch activate all the time ?

- [TV] At least once,

and when it's knocked away

it's gonna be taken by-

- Okay, lemme get this straight.

You let a nigga just run up in your crib

and just take your shit.

- It was two nigga and I aint let 'em take shit.

- Man, what's the point of being this big,

you can't fight off two niggas?

- They had guns dummy. - Where the fuck was your gun?

- That's what I'm trying to tell y'all niggas,

the bitch set me up. - What bitch?

- Sonia hoe ass.

- Miss Thickums?

Damn.

- Yeah the bitch hid my gun

so when the niggas ran up at my crib,

I couldn't have knocked their back.

I went to reach for my shit under my bed

and it wasn't there - Damn.

- Bitches be dirty.

- Hold on, you sure it was her?

- Yes nigga.

- Man, how you know you didn't just leave it

somewhere around the crib?

I'm saying it's possible right?

What if you just misplaced it?

Nigga when's the last time you seen it?

- Under my fucking bed dumb ass.

- Oh, well shit, yeah maybe she did set you up.

- Oh maybe she did. - I'm just saying maybe she-

- Yeah maybe shut the fuck up, man.

- Calm down with the fucking arguing.

- I'm not calming shit down, Low,

'til I find this bitch and twist her wig back.

The bitch played me this whole time.

- So them came straight to the closet

to the bag with the money in it?

- Yeah, like they already knew

where the shit was stashed at.

- Damn T, you let a chick get so close

she doesn't know your ins and outs of the crib.

Nigga, you fucking up.

- T, you slipping dog.

- Hey, I called you niggas over here

to help me figure this shit out,

not to drive home the fact that I fucked up.

- All right, we here nigga, what's up?

What you want us to do?

- We gonna find this bitch Sonia

and she gonna tell me who took my bread.

- I don't know.

You think we gonna find her ass right now?

Nah nigga, she ain't dumb enough to just stick around LA.

Nigga, that bitch long gone.

Yeah she gone.

- Fuck that, I'ma find her ass

- Didn't you meet her at the club,

at King Cage?

- Yeah, why?

- Nigga, who was she with?

Any females we know.

- Nah, she was by herself.

- Damn.

- A bad bitch by herself in the club.

Thinking that she was homeless, she was the worm.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

- Nigga she wasn't prostituting,

that mean she was the worm on the hook

and this dumb ass nigga bit the bait.

- And if she was the bait-

- The fishermen was in there watching me get her number.

- See I like how y'all nigga start to get on my analogy.

- Nigga, shut up.

- Damn. - Damn.

This bitch played me for three fucking months.

- Three long ass months.

- She played the long game.

- Had you all uncomfortable and shit,

then put that box on you, had your nose wide open

all in her ass (sniffing).

- Yeah, that's why I gotta find her ass

so she can tell me who the fuck got my bread.

- How much she get you for?

- 40.

- 40,000, damn nigga.

- Man, what the fuck, T?

- Nigga, don't wonder why she let you slide the panties

for three months.

Nigga, 40,000 kerry?

- And that's why I gotta find her ass, like I said,

to get to the nigga that jacked me.

- Nah, we gonna find these niggas.

- Yeah, my niggas with me

and I got five each for y'all niggas

when I get my bread back.

- Five bands?

Oh we gonna find these niggas for sure.

- Say no more. - We getting your shit back.

- For sure.

- All right, I'ma hit the block,

see if I can find any info on the Sonia broad.

- And I'ma do the same, man.

Make sure you call Molina.

- Why would I do that?

- Hey, is she a bartender at King K's?

- Yeah she is.

And she might gimme some info on who Sonia is

- Or the fisherman.

- Chill with the fisherman shit, nigga.

- All right cool, so I'm gonna pull up on Molina,

y'all hit me back when y'all get some info, all right?

All right, bet.

? Baby wanna show me how she exercise her kegels ?

? Like oh

? She ready for the camera

? But tryna level up and find out about my stamina ?

(upbeat music)

- How the fuck you pressing me-

- You find yourself is bomb as fuck.

- I told you I was working late last night,

the fuck you talking about?

- Hey nigga. - What's up though?

- Hey who that?

- Capri man, trying to set something up for later on.

- Setting nothing up for me,

tell her to bring Shakeesha thick ass over here

so I can put her through the mattress.

- Nigga, you need to cut it out man.

Shakeesha ain't fucking with you.

She said your breath stink.

- What?

Who breath stink?

Nigga, that was one time fool.

She caught me one time with a fat burger

with extra onions on it,

that'll never happen again, nigga.

On my mama, nigga,

tell her to pull up this time.

Straight through the mattress, baby.

She'll be straight through that fucking mattress,

she will ask about me, period.

- Hey Capri, lemme call you back.

Hey Rico calling.

- What this nigga want, man?

- What's good Rico?

- [Rico] Shit, ain't nothing,

waiting on this money.

Fuck you niggas on?

- Shit, trying to get some pussy.

- Man, we just waiting for your call bro.

- Yeah I just had some myself.

- Have some what?

- Pussy nigga.

- What you mean by that?

Like pussy, pussy, or like bussy.

Like titties out the top,

weenie at the bottom,

like we ain't really sure what it is.

Like what you on? - What?

- Hey you've been in there a long time.

We know how niggas get out in there

we aint doing no judging, fool.

- Nigga, what the fuck is you talking about?

- Hey don't listen to this nigga,

you know this nigga kind of slow.

- How you niggas acting like I'm weird

for asking this nigga how he get some pussy in prison?

- Nigga, it's hella pussy in here.

Female COs and freestyles.

- I ain't never got no in prison.

- Nigga, because you ain't me.

- Hey man, like I said man,

don't pay this nigga no attention, man.

- Anyways, y'all got the duffle with the bread?

- Oh yeah we got it.

Hey, info from old girl Sonia,

that shit was solid, nigga,

shit went smooth.

- On me, nigga,

everything was where she said it was gonna be at, fool.

- How much is in there?

- Hmm.

Probably about-

- The fuck you mean you don't know?

This little nigga debt is 13,000.

Ray you told me, you told me

the bitch told you Terry got the mother fucking money

tucked off in the closet.

- That's what she said. - And did nigga,

we got that shit, Rico why you tripping?

- Well how much the is it then?

- Nigga, why you keep shrugging your shoulders?

- Nigga, I don't know exactly how much is in that bag,

but I do know it ain't 13 bands in there,

I can tell you that much.

- Y'all ain't count the money yet?

- Oh yeah. - How the fuck

we supposed to count the money in the dark?

Nigga think we Brady.

- Did you or did you not?

- Hell no. - We definitely.

- Cuz look, count my money mother fucking money, nigga,

stop playing with me, nigga.

The fuck you mean.

- Man, hand me the bag fool.

(suspensful music)

Nigga, did some fall out?

- What?

- Nigga, this bag is hella light.

- Man, what the fuck you mean the bag is light?

- Yo, it's only a pinch full of hundreds

and a little ass cash roll.

- What the fuck was I supposed to do,

count it in the dark in front of the nigga?

- Nigga, you said we was good.

- Nigga I said we on 'cause I opened the bag up

and I seen a roll of money and hundreds, nigga.

- Nigga, this ain't 13,000.

- I see that.

- Nigga, you was supposed to see that shit last night.

- Y'all niggas ain't count my money,

but y'all wanna sit here

and tell me on this mother fucking phone

y'all about to go off and fuck some bitches?

Man get to the mother fucking bag.

- This nigga ain't count the mother fucking money.

- And you ain't make sure he did.

The way I see it,

both of you mother fuckers is playing.

- Yo, ain't nobody playing, Rico.

- Get to that bitch,

and get my mother fucking money.

- Heard my nigga.

But that bitch ducked off deep, nigga,

somewhere like Riverside.

That's far as fuck.

Nigga, so if we could just get some like gas money

so we could hop on the 10,

and we go pick that shit up,

come back, then we be squared away, nigga,

I'm trying to tell you.

- Put it like this.

If I don't get the rest of my mother fucking bread,

I'm gonna blast her little brother,

and right after that,

I'm gonna have the homies come check you niggas out.

- Hey what's up with all the fucking threats, nigga?

- Right, you already know I don't do

no mother fucking threats,

and you know I don't play with my mother fucking money.

Make this shit right,

handle your business.

Fuck them bitches, nigga,

and get over there and get my mother fucking money.

- Heard again Rico.

But once niggas get this little cheese,

niggas gonna be able to get our cut off that shit, right?

- Get the fuck off my phone, nigga.

- Hello.

Rico.

(suspensful music)

This nigga just hang up?

- Nigga, what's wrong with you?

- What?

- Nigga, get dressed, that's what man.

Come on man, let's go man.

Get your shit bro.

(suspensful music)

- What the fuck is you doing on my car?

- Damn Ms. Attitude.

- Do I know you?

- Shit, I probably had a dance or two

from your thick ass before.

- Well get the fuck off my car and go on somewhere.

- And I will,

as soon as you tell me where your girl Sonia at.

- I don't know no Sonia.

- Bitch, stop lying.

Look I would've believed your ass too

if I hadn't seen her on your IG shaking ass and shit.

- I don't know where she at.

- Now Diamond, I know that's your home girl

but you really wanna play dumb?

(ominous music)

That's what I thought.

(ominous music)

(bell ringing)

- Welcome to Her Touch Massage Therapy.

What do you want, Terry?

- Damn.

What's up chocolate?

- Don't call me that.

- Why not?

- Because first of all you come up to my job unannounced,

and second of all,

we ain't been together in a hell of a minute,

so I'm not your chocolate.

- Mo, I called you five times.

You sent me the voicemail five times

and you always gonna be my chocolate.

- What do you want?

- Damn, a nigga can't get a massage?

- No, we're booked.

- Fuck you mean you booked,

ain't nobody here Molina.

- Terry you got five minutes, what do you want?

- Five minutes?

How you know what I got to do

ain't gonna take longer than five minutes?

- Okay, time's up, get the hell out.

- Your attitude's still stank.

That's exactly why we- - Why we what?

Because I know you were not about to say

that's why we broke up.

Because you and I both know my attitude was not the reason.

- Here you go. - Yeah, here I go.

Nigga, your five minutes is up, get out.

- Hold on, I got at least two to three more minutes.

- Terry what do you want?

I'ma about to tell you, Mo. - Hurry up.

- Damn.

- Yeah, hurry up.

(gentle music)

- You seen her before?

- You mean to tell me

you came all the way over to my place of work,

disturbing my peace

to ask me if I've seen some other bitch?

- Mo, ain't even like that.

I just need to know if you've seen her in the club before.

(gentle music)

Mo? - Yes, I saw her before.

- All right, when?

- When you walked up to her and gave her your phone

so she could put her number in it.

- What?

- You remember a few months ago?

I saw y'all at the club,

you walked up to her, gave her your phone,

she put her number in it.

I mean it didn't look like she was with anybody else.

She looked alone waiting for some thirsty nigga

to walk up to her.

- So you was watching me? - Boy please.

Ain't nobody watching you.

Terry, you are big as hell and hard to miss.

- Yeah all right, whatever.

Have you seen her after that night?

- No, I didn't see her after that night.

(gentle music)

Well it seem that it started off good

and now it ended bad, huh?

- What you're talking about?

- I mean y'all were hooked up at the club

and now you over here at my job playing 21 questions,

so clearly something went wrong.

- Look Molina, you sure you aint see her that night

with somebody else like some niggas or something?

- No, I told you it looked like she was alone.

- Bitch plotted on me the whole time.

- What you mean plotted?

- Nothing.

- What'd she do Terry?

- What, nothing, don't worry about it.

- What did she do?

(gentle music)

- She set me up.

- Wait, you got set up?

- Yeah.

- Wow.

This is pretty ironic.

I mean, you're usually on the offensive side of a set up.

- Hey Molina, I didn't come here

to get a damn righteous sermon, all right.

- No, you came over here asking me about another female

that you met at the club,

had sex with,

and got set up by.

- How you know I took her home and smashed?

- You do know I know you right?

- Yeah, whatever.

- So how much did she get you for?

(gentle music)

- 40.

- 40,000?

Wait, how do you even let a female take 40 bands from you?

- I didn't let her take shit,

sounding like Smeeze now.

The two niggas she let in my house bum rushed me

and took my bread.

- Okay, but how did you let her let two-

- Molina, I don't got time to explain

what the fuck happened that night.

I gotta find her ass

so I can find the niggas that got my bread.

- Okay, first of all nigga,

you need to calm the fuck down,

I didn't take your 40 bands.

And second of all,

I think you need to let this shit go

and chalk it up as loss.

- The fuck?

(phone vibrating)

- What up?

Where at?

Hold that nigga, I be right there.

Yeah, all right.

Here we. - Hello.

- What's up?

- I don't know, a thank you,

or a goodbye would be nice.

- Thank you for what?

You aint help me with shit.

Hey, thank you for stalking me a few months ago,

and you sure look good, damn good.

- Whatever nigga.

Close my door behind you.

(bell ringing)

Should have charged per minute, shit.

- Smeeze.

- I told you man, stay calm,

I got this, man.

Be patient.

- Better be good, man. - Oh it's good.

- Oh yeah. - Only time to take, you know.

- Why you ain't saying what's in the mother fucker.

- 'Cause I gotta wait with Terry, man.

You can't do shit without T.

I got it under control man, it's all good.

- Yeah, okay. - We good.

- What's up, T? - Boy.

- What up fool?

- Chatting nigga.

- Told you wasn't gonna take too long

til I find the niggas that got you.

- Yeah, all right, who in the trunk?

- Guess.

- What?

- Guess who in the trunk.

- I'm not fucking guessing shit, nigga,

this ain't a game show.

- Exactly, playing guess who with me too.

- Because I want y'all niggas to guess.

- We not guessing, nigga. - All right nigga.

- Hop off the trunk and open it, man.

- All right, nigga damn.

Can't watch a nigga, shit.

- Sit your hoe ass down.

- What the fuck man? - Chill man.

- But this bitch ass nigga kicked me in the mouth.

- I know that man,

but we can't do shit till we find out what he know.

- Let me shoot the nigga in the leg or something.

- Hey nigga, calm down, nigga relax.

Why you aint tie him up?

- Man, I did.

- You covered his mouth and tied his hands,

but why not his feet, dummy?

- Yeah I didn't think about all that.

- Exactly, that's why you got kicked in the face.

Who is this nigga?

(Ralph yelling)

- That's Ralph.

- Who the fuck is Ralph?

- Probably one of the niggas that robbed your ass.

- What the fuck you mean probably?

- Meaning he probably one of niggas that robbed T.

If he not, he know the niggas that did.

- So you snatched this nigga up

and put him in your trunk

and you don't even know if he did it.

- Trust me, this nigga know some shit.

- We ain't trusting shit, Smeeze.

- I get this to talk.

Why you robbed the homie, nigga?

(Ralph yelling)

Huh?

(Ralph yelling)

- Man, what the fuck is wrong with you man?

I ain't robbed nobody, nigga,

you got the wrong one, nigga.

- See you's a mother fucking liar.

You bitch Diamond told us it was you.

- Man nigga like I said, homie,

I don't know what the you talking about, nigga,

and I know Diamond aint told you shit like that.

- Well how the fuck you think you got in this trunk?

- What type of question is that?

Man, I don't fucking know.

Man, I turned around and there was niggas

with guns and everything in my face,

now I'm here, clearly.

- Does he know something

or is he one of them niggas that got me?

- Well she didn't say verbatim

that he was one of the niggas per se,

I got a hinch, nigga.

- A what?

- A hinch nigga, that he was one of the niggas

that robbed your ass.

- What the fuck is a hinch?

- Nigga, you want the definition?

Nigga, like a spidey sense,

feeling or something.

This nigga was involved.

- What?

Nigga, you mean a hunch?

- Yeah, that, nigga this nigga know something.

- Bro, come on man.

I swear to God man,

I don't know what you talking about

and I know Diamond will probably only share something

because she was scared bro.

- And you ain't doing the same?

- Nigga, no.

- Oh this nigga lying, T.

- Man I'm not lying, man.

- Diamond must not give a fuck about you

if she giving your name up for no reason.

- Man, come on man.

She probably just mad at me right now man,

she's just a stripper who I used to mess with

from time to time man, that's it.

She just probably mad at me, that's it.

- Man, shut the fuck up,

this nigga lying, T.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on, hold on.

Come on, come on, come on,

no don't don't shoot me bro,

I got a family man, for real.

I got a family at home, man.

- See this nigga say anything now.

You got a family nigga, huh?

What you got a wife?

- Nigga what?

- The fuck you mean, what nigga?

You say you got a family right?

What's your wife name?

- Bro, I got a baby mama.

- Nigga lying about having a family.

He ain't got no wife.

- Nigga, I ain't lying.

- That ain't a family goofy boy,

you said a baby by a bitch.

They live with you?

No bro, listen to me man,

I got a baby mama

and I got a 10-year-old daughter named Rhythm.

- Why the fuck you lie about having a wife then, nigga?

- Nigga, I ain't lying about having a wife, nigga.

You said I had a wife nigga,

I told you had a baby mama.

- Aint a family if your bitch don't live with you.

- Hey, hey.

What the are we talking about, bro?

- Smeeze, you got us out here

with a random nigga in your trunk

- Man I figured I get him here first

then we ask some questions once you pull up.

- Smeeze, the bitch Diamond gave you a name

of one of her tippers from the strip club bro

and you fell for the shit.

- And now this nigga done seen our faces.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey for real.

Hey listen, I aint seen nothing homie.

Y'all just let me out this trunk man,

I can find my own way home.

- All right, niggas fucked up.

I'll take care of it.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa okay, I know where Sonia is,

I know where Sonia is.

- (laughs) See I knew a nigga,

I knew this nigga knew some shit.

And y'all nigga didn't believe me.

My hinch was right.

Y'all nigga never wanna believe it.

(gun firing)

- What the fuck Smeeze?

- What the fuck is wrong with you?

- Shit, fuck.

- Did you shoot the nigga?

- Nah, I missed.

- Why the fuck the nigga ain't moving then?

- Because I shot him.

That was an accident man.

There's a lot of shit going on out here.

- Nigga, you take one step forward

and four fucking steps back, bro.

- Now we back to square one.

- Shit.

- All right, nigga I fucked up.

Nigga, but at least I was right about Ralph.

Nigga, I had a hinch and that shit was right.

- What the fuck is the point of being right

if you killed the nigga before he said shit?

- All right nigga, I'm gonna fix this shit.

- How nigga?

What you gonna do, unshoot the bullet out his fucking head?

- Nah but we ain't back at square one.

I know where to go.

(trunk thudding)

- Yeah, yeah it's gonna be all right girl.

That nigga probably don't even know who even set him up.

All the shit he's involved in in the streets girl,

ain't no telling.

- Ain't no way he don't know.

I had to hide his gun, Akeelah.

He knows I'm involved.

Plus Diamond called me earlier

saying that one of his boys ran up on her.

She panicked and told him that Ralph bitch ass

knew where I was at.

- Why the fuck would Ralph know anything?

- Bitch, she lied.

- Girl,

if Ralph ass was involved,

he would've gave you up in a heartbeat.

- Yeah, fuck him.

- You know he beat Rochelle ass a few months ago.

- Girl he stay beating on bitches.

Fuck him.

I'm so glad Diamond gave his ass up, girl.

I hope they beat the fuck outta him.

- That part.

- Look, I know you in a tough spot,

and you didn't have no choice, right?

Terry is one of them dudes you had no business fucking with

in the first place.

All the shit he's involved in in the streets,

something like this was bound to happen to him.

(upbeat music)

- Yeah, but what I did,

that was fucked up.

- I mean, at least your brother good though, right?

(upbeat music)

- I can't believe I let Donny get me wrapped up

in his prison bullshit.

- What you gone do?

I mean, you can stay here as long as you want.

You know, that nigga ain't gonna find you

out here in Riverside.

You know niggas don't like to drive all the way out here,

that's too much.

You good here girl.

- I don't know,

I might have to take my ass back to Jersey.

Maybe if I do that he'll stop looking for me.

- Jersey, damn.

- Where the fuck you going so fast, thickness?

- Hey, hey, yo man. - Slow down.

- Don't do that.

We ain't even on that right now.

I just wanna talk.

- Y'all better get the fuck up outta here before I call 12.

- You ain't calling no mother fucking popo.

Now I told you you was gonna see me again

if you told me some bullshit

and you telling me some bullshit,

you told me some bullshit.

- I ain't tell you no bullshit.

- You was telling me some fucking bullshit.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Diamond, right.

Look, I ain't trying to hurt you.

The sooner I talk to you, the sooner we can bounce.

- I ain't got shit to say to you.

- You gotta tell me where Sonia at.

- I ain't telling you shit,

so y'all gonna have to shoot me in broad daylight.

- This bitch is loyal to the soil.

- Like I said, we not on that.

All right, you know what your homegirl did to me, right?

- Where is Ralph?

- Ralph a little out of order right now,

but baby don't worry about that shit, man,

focus on what's going on.

- Diamond, focus on what's important.

- So y'all killed Ralph?

- Stop asking so many goofy ass fucking questions

and tell the homie where Sonia is at.

- Why, so she could around and end up like Ralph?

- Bitchy, you gone to end up like Ralph.

- And that would be a dumb move on y'all part.

- How you figure that?

- Are y'all slow?

Because I'm worth way more alive to y'all than I am dead.

- Bitch got a point.

- Look Terry, Sonia didn't wanna set you up, she had to.

- Nah, fuck that.

- Man, you just saying that shit 'cause you mad.

Sonia liked your ass for real.

- Yeah she got a fucked up way of showing that shit.

- Hey look they made her do it.

- Who the fuck is they?

- Yeah they, and did they make her fuck on the homie,

have him falling over pussy and shit,

have cooking and cleaning and shit.

I'm just saying nigga,

she had you lost on the sauce. - Nigga.

- It must've been good.

- Smeeze. - Okay, okay.

- Look Diamond, I ain't gonna ask you again.

Your homegirl fucked me over and I gotta find her.

- Listen, I'm not taking up for Sonia, okay?

She only did the shit because she had to,

she didn't have no choice.

- Everybody got a fucking choice.

(phone vibrating)

- Aint you gonna answer that?

(phone vibrating)

- No, it can wait.

I'm a little tied up right now.

- Nah, that's God telling on you.

Answer the phone, bitch.

- No.

- I will.

Come on man.

(phone vibrating)

(suspensful music)

So Ms. Diamond's going to Riverside, huh?

Said meet up with her homegirl Sonia.

I guess we hopping on that 10.

Hop in her ride, man,

she coming with us.

- Come on.

(suspensful music)

- Girl, no more drinking for me tonight, shit.

But outta all the people

your brother could have got involved with,

he had to choose Rico?

Damn.

(urine splashing)

- Sit down and piss, cuz.

- Hey man, what the fuck y'all niggas doing?

(suspensful music)

- What's up little nigga?

I see your sister don't give a fuck about your punk ass.

- Man, what is you talking about?

She already paid my sis.

- Man, shut the fuck up.

She played my niggas.

- Man, I don't know what you're talking about.

My sister don't even move like that.

- Nah see, the bitch think it's a mother fucking game.

Them nigga went over there,

all that bread wasn't in that bag.

- Nah, she wouldn't do that.

- My niggas is on their way over to her right now.

You best hope and pray she give the rest of that dough up.

- That don't make no sense.

She said the nigga Terry got the bread.

- She sent the homies on a burn mission.

The money in the bag ain't gonna cover your debt nigga.

- Don't touch my sister.

(fist thudding)

(person spluttering)

- Mother fucking don't do what?

I'ma tell you like this,

I'm waiting on this call,

it better have good news

or this your last mother fucking night, cuz.

(person coughing)

(suspensful music)

- And why the fuck is Diamond not answering her phone?

- Shit, you think Terry caught up to her?

- I don't know.

I don't think he'll do nothing to her though.

- You think?

How well you think you know him?

For him to send his boys to go after Diamond,

to track her down?

Yo, that shit's crazy.

I don't know.

- You right, let me call her again.

(door thudding)

- Man, sit the fuck down.

(suspensful music)

- Surprise bitch.

- What the fuck are y'all niggas doing here?

- Yeah I bet you real surprised to see us, huh?

- Why would I?

I did what y'all made me do.

- Nah you think you slick.

Where the rest of the money at, bitch?

- What are you talking about?

I know y'all ran up in Terry crib,

he been blowing up my phone all day so I already know-

- We don't give a fuck about your boyfriend.

Where the money at?

- First of all, y'all done fucked my door.

And how the fuck y'all find her anyway?

- Air tag bitch.

We got a couple of them in her trunk.

- Man, fuck all that.

Where the rest of the money at?

- I left the fucking door unlocked,

I hid the nigga gun.

The money was in a blue duffle bag

next to the football helmet in the closet.

- That bag ain't blue.

- And that bag damn sure

ain't no mother fucking duffle bag either.

That's a fucking satchel.

- You did say a blue duffle didn't you?

- Yes,

that's where the money was at.

- Why that bag ain't blue?

(suspensful music)

- Because it's black.

- Nigga, did you see a blue duffle bag

in the nigga's closet?

- What the fuck is a duffle?

I didn't go to duffle bag college.

I don't know the difference between a duffle bag

or a ruffle bag.

All I know is I seen a black bag and a blue bag

and I grabbed the bag with the money in it.

- Nigga, you got the wrong bag

with the wrong amount of money in it.

(suspensful music)

- Honest mistake.

- I told y'all it was 20Gs in a blue duffel bag.

Now that was more than enough money

to cover my brother's debt.

I don't know what's in that bag.

- $4,000.

- Nigga, it was dark.

Blue and black looked the same in the dark,

what you want me to do,

go get a nightlight or something?

Nigga, and why y'all keep looking at me,

y'all wasn't even there.

- You stupid mother fuckers.

Y'all grabbed the wrong bag.

That ain't my girl's fault.

Man, y'all robbed a nigga and took the wrong shit.

Where the fuck they do that shit at?

- You fucked up.

- No nigga, we fucked up.

- Why you keep saying we.

I had the burner on the nigga,

you were supposed to grab the bag.

- Shut the fuck up, nigga.

(suspensful music)

- What's up big man?

How was your sleep last night.?

- Yeah watch out, nigga.

I'll take that.

- You better have my bread

with all the mother fucking jokes you got.

- Man, wasn't no money-

- Shut the fuck up, nigga.

Run that bread.

- Man, hell no, nigga.

We've been running around all day,

one of these niggas gotta get shot in the ass or something.

- Terry, I-

- Hey don't say shit to me.

- Listen, I know I was-

- I don't wanna hear shit you got to say.

- My girl didn't rob you, they did.

- No, your homegirl set the homie up,

so we ain't trying to hear none of that shit.

- Fuck all the back and forth,

gimme the bag.

(suspensful music)

The money.

Where the fuck is the rest of the money?

- It ain't here, it's probably back at this nigga's house.

- Terry, I didn't have a choice.

They was gonna kill me and my brother.

- I don't give a fuck about your brother

or your scheming ass.

- Where the rest of the money at?

- That's it.

- Nigga, where's the bag with the bread in it?

- That's it.

- Nah nigga, the bag with the 40 racks.

- If it was 40 Gs we wouldn't be here,

and this bitch brother wouldn't be finna wake up dead.

- The fuck is you talking about?

We know you got 40 bands off the bro.

All this talking is starting to piss me the fuck off.

- It was supposed to be 20 K in a bag,

instead it was only 4,000.

- T, what the fuck is this?

You said these hit you for 40 bands, right?

- Look, it it actually wasn't.

It wasn't 40,000.

It was 4,000.

(suspensful music)

- 4,000?

- Nigga, that's $4,000.

- I shot a nigga nose off today, nigga.

- $4,000, nigga.

- Was never no 40 bands that we saw.

- It's the principle about this shit, man.

I don't give a fuck if it was four bucks,

4,000 or 40,000.

I need all my bread.

- Nigga talking about 4,000.

Stupid ass nigga.

- Nigga, stop saying 40 fucking hundred.

It doesn't exist.

- De nostril a nigga fucking with you.

- Wait, who y'all shoot?

Y'all shoot Ralph? - Eh.

- This nigga took the wrong bag.

- Nigga, you got us running around the city

beating up on niggas, doing stupid shit

for $4,000.

Smeeze, we taking the money.

2,000 for you, 2,000 for me.

I'm out this mother fucker.

Nigga you had me causing chaos and anarchy for fucking-

- Hey, can I get my gun back? - Shut the fuck up man.

- 40 hundred?

You's just be making up shit, huh?

Stupid.

- Hey fool, since you got your money,

that mean you could just let us slide then,

you could just let us get up outta here.

- No, fuck that.

- Bro, hold, hold, hold up.

You gonna smoke us up for four bands?

- Why the fuck not?

- 'Cause we ain't do you like that that's why,

we stalled your ass.

(fist thudding)

- Hey nigga, I ain't even put my hands on you

when we came in the crib,

for what it's worth.

- Nah nigga, you hit me first, mother fucker.

- That's right, I did.

Fuck it, get your shit off.

Man, get off if you gonna do it

'cause all this suspense is killing me,

you might as well just clean my sit.

- Man, get the fuck up outta here, man.

Both of y'all.

Consider this shit even.

Get that nigga up.

(feet shuffling)

If I see you again, it's on, nigga.

(feet shuffling)

- Terry, wait.

- Keelah, give us a minute.

- You sure?

- [Sonia] Yeah, I think so.

- All right girl, I'ma go to my room

but if you need me, scream.

(feet shuffling)

- (sighs) Look, I know you don't wanna believe me

but I swear, I made them promise not to hurt you.

They were gonna kill my brother.

- Oh I'm supposed to thank you

for sparing my life for some or some shit?

- No I just-

- What type of bitch fucks on a nigga for months,

make him think she like him just to fuck him over.

- When we met, it was real.

- Man, get the fuck outta here, man.

- Terrance, I'm serious.

We were already dealing with each other

when a guy Ray approached me.

He found out my brother Donovan had a sister

and he started watching me.

They used me to get to you.

The money them niggas stole from you,

was gonna be used to pay a debt my brother or was in prison

to some nigga named Rico.

- Rico? - I didn't wanna set you up

but they was gonna kill my brother if I didn't.

Look Terrance, nothing I say is gonna make things right

but I want you to know I really care about you.

- What the fuck does that mean now?

- I guess nothing. - Yeah you right, nothing.

When I walk out that door

I don't never wanna see you again.

- Terrance,

my brother, shit is about to get worse now.

- The fuck?

You think I'm finna help you or your punk ass brother?

- You lost your fucking mind.

(feet shuffling)

Where he locked up at?

- Twin Towers.

(feet shuffling)

(air swooshing)

(people chattering indistinctly)

(suspensful music)

- So your sister thought it was smart

to play with my mother fucking money

and your life.

- All right I see you got a little bit of heart.

I'm about to make this shit real quick though.

- Rico.

What's happening cuz, what's up homie.

Sorted lil cuz out,

he's straight my nigga.

- KP, gee homie cuz,

this ain't got nothing to do with you, cuz.

- As eight minutes ago it do.

Now like I said, the little homie off limits cuz.

- 13 mother fucking racks he owe me.

- No he don't, not no more crib.

- Man check this out,

no disrespect, you know the mother fucking rules

and cuz gone learn them.

- I'm showing you grace little nigga.

You must ain't did your own work, huh?

See you made a move when you was out on the streets

on somebody that was real close to me my nigga,

and that was a time when that alone

would've had you on a disrespectful end

of one of these shivs in your boy hand.

- Terry?

Yeah, I ain't know that was your peoples.

- Yeah,

and that's a mistake you paid for

with the money that little man owe you.

So like I said, the little homie's debt is clear.

And before you ask,

says me, nigga.

(suspensful music)

- Yeah, all right, all right.

Nigga, put your hands down, nigga you good.

(suspensful music)

Y'all niggas better shake the mother fucking spot

before my kindness run out.

- Says you.

Hey you got that Carl.

(suspensful music)

- Big homie, thank you.

- Nah don't thank me.

Thank the nigga that your sister set up.

And your gambling days is over in this bitch.

If I get word that you made a bet to win

as much as a noodle cup,

I'm coming down on your ass in the worst way,

you hear me little nigga.

- I got you. - You hear me little nigga?

- Yeah, I hear you.

- How long you got?

- Man, I got like three months.

(chips crunching)

- You keep your head down and your mouth shut.

And when you get up outta here,

I'm gonna give you an opportunity

to make up for this little situation

that I cleared up for you.

- All right.

(people chattering indistinctly)

- Don't pick up them dice no more.

(people chattering indistinctly)

(upbeat music)

? Couple options I just had to climb ?

? Had to rise up out it

? Had a couple options

? Had to chuck just to get up out it ?

? Still count the profit

? Come alive for the mighty dollar ?

? Still count the chip

? He come alive for the dollar

? My life ain't great, nigga

? What you gone do about it

? Shit aint sweet

? We gone move around it

? Couple option I just have to climb ?

? Have to rise up out it

? Couple options, I just have to climb ?

? Had to get up out it

? I'm a trophy, I'm enjoying

? If you asking for me

? Man, you better go get it

? 'Cause that purpose is free

? Don't be selling for the dollar man ?

? That purchase is cheap

? But we still need some chips

? Because we ain't working for free ?

? Made it all make sense

? Yeah, the focus is key

? We gonna move as a unit

? you know keep the mystique

? Big body cut the curb, man

? I'm keeping it deep

? They gonna pop it like they tough ?

? But I don't get into beef

? But if it's really like that

? Nigga get in the street, yeah ?

? Voice to the section

? All I really did was push forward ?

? Slow it down for what

? Man I know my people need more ?

? West side baby but I

- [Narrator] To the max.

(wind swooshing)

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