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- [Announcer] To the max!

? This is what it's like, this is what it's like ?

? This is what it's like, this is what it's like ?

? How 'bout I pray for my enemies instead ?

? My success doesn't knock 'em off the edge ?

? And God, make sure they don't forget ?

? I'm just, I'm just coming for my bread ?

? This is what it's like, this is what it's like ?

? This is what it's like, this is what it's like ?

- Hey, my nigga. What's happening?

You alright, nigga?

Look like you on the run.

You ain't on the run, is you?

- Nah.

On the run?

I ain't do nothing.

- Come here, bro.

(upbeat rap music)

(dramatic music)

Where Peanut at?

- P?

I don't know.

- What you mean you don't know? You his homeboy, right?

- Yeah, I am but-

- But what, nigga? There ain't no buts.

Is you his homeboy or is you ain't?

- Yeah, I guess so. But I ain't like his other homies.

- He ain't shit without your homeboys, right?

Exactly.

Look man, if you run into him or you talk to that nigga,

let him know big Insane looking for him,

and want to holler at him.

- Alright, I will.

- Hey!

What's in that bag?

Honey Buns or something?

- This?

This something I picked up for my mom.

I had to go to the store.

She on her heavy flow right now.

I had to fix up-

- Holler, nigga.

(dramatic music)

? I'm a lone bitch Northside nigga ?

? Stacking my paper while I'm minding my business ?

? Like to the high school, you met your niggas ?

? Don't get it baby

? You can get the pussy in the drum and coming with it ?

? Pops told me as a youngin, man, these niggas don't fight ?

? Go to hide to his body throwing fingers ?

? He was crippin', super trippin' ?

? When he try to snatch a nigga out his rag ?

? Good thing he didn't die because I'd never be alive ?

- Nigga.

What took you so long, bro?

Did anybody see you come in here?

- No, nigga. Calm down.

- Man, I can't calm down.

Did you get everything I asked for?

- Yeah, nigga. Here.

- Man, you know these out there, bro.

And they trying to kill me.

- Yeah, I can see that.

- What you mean?

You heard something?

- Nah, but I saw something.

I mean he ain't do nothing, but he had a bad vibe, bro.

- Who?

- That nigga Insane. - Where'd you see him at?

- That nigga caught me on the way here from the store.

What the fuck you do, nigga?

- Man, do it even fucking matter?

- Yeah, it fucking matters.

You hiding in my granny's garage

and you got extra'd out niggas looking for you.

- So what that mean?

You going to snitch on me? - Come on, my nigga.

I'm not going to fucking snitch on you, bro.

? I stay gangstered up 'cause it just Liz and me ?

? And when I seen enough

? I guess that's when I free somebody ?

Oh, you not fucking with that?

? I reside in Pomona

? I said I got my bitches on the coma ?

? I got my baby mama too

? 'Cause I'm a motherfucking fool ?

Come on, come on.

I'm a motherfucking fool. Stop playing with me.

You good? What's up?

- Hey, man.

Man, that used to be our shit.

You could have swore we was from Pomona.

- I remember when we thought Pomona was Mexico, nigga.

What?

- Yeah, we thought that shit was far as fuck.

Man.

Hey, that's my bad, bro. I've been tripping.

But hey, homie, where the fuck my Honey Bun at?

- I ate it before Big Insane saw me.

Good thing I did because

it'd been a dead giveaway if he did.

- Man, you niggas know I love my Honey Buns.

Them motherfuckers scrum-dilly-umptious.

- Hey.

Peanut, what the fuck is going on?

- Man, you know it's a lot going on.

These bitches ain't shit.

- Nah, you keep changing the subject.

What the fuck did you do?

- All right.

I was on the block with Marcel and Perk Perk,

then the big homie Insane pulled up.

Where the chain at?

- I snatched it.

- Why you always doing that to niggas, bro?

You ain't even bang.

- He ain't know I ain't bang, bro.

That ain't even a problem.

I ain't going to argue about that.

Look, he was right there. Tell him what happened.

- Bro, niggas was bunked, bro.

They was not nobody special.

- Them niggas was not bunked.

- So what happened?

- I snatched the chain like, "Give me that."

You know how I do.

- Where's the chain?

- I had to sell it for my grandma

because she ain't get the EBT, so you know what I'm saying?

That's 1,400, but it's 1,400 though. I got that.

- Peanut, get in.

- All right, man.

- What's up with Insane, man?

Hey what's up, big money? How you doing?

- What's up, big homie? We can roll with you?

- Fuck no.

- Why would you ask him like that?

"Can we?" Like why?

That sound like a bitch, man.

That's some bitch man shit.

Why would you ask him shit like that?

Like you know what I'm saying?

- That's not even how you robbed them niggas.

You telling the story all backwards and shit.

- Why you still fuck with them niggas, man?

- Them the homies. They're harmless.

- That don't mean shit.

A lot of niggas hang with motherfuckers that look tough,

but they really bitches on the inside.

They can't stand on their own too.

- I feel that. But you know that's not me.

- Right, which is why I keep asking,

why you still fuck with them niggas?

But I believe you. Them man's your homies.

- I hear you.

- Told your brother when he got locked up

that I was going to look after you,

so I got a job for you.

There's a house I want you to hit.

The niggas that live up in there,

they're going to be gone for the weekend.

- How you know?

- Because nigga, I know.

This bitch I fuck with,

she got the passcode to the back door.

Want you to use that code to get in there.

Go to the master bedroom where the safe is at.

The safe is cheap as fuck,

you could break that bitch open with a crowbar.

Get whatever's in that safe and bring that shit back to me.

- Say less. That's easy.

- Hey Peanut, don't fuck this up.

And take somebody else with you. Somebody you can trust.

- Got you.

- All right.

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- If the diamonds on it was like real,

you probably could've got more.

You know niggas be having this moissanite and shit, bro.

- Nah, but they still test though.

Like you still, like the thing going doot, doot, doot-

- Yeah, but it's glass. It's not like VVS, nigga.

It's like, I see all the homies wear it.

- Hey, check it out.

- Remember what I said, my nigga.

- All right, big homie. - All right.

- What's the deal with you, big homie?

Maybe he can't hear me.

Yo, big homie. It's me again.

- That was nuts, nigga. - Yo, big homie.

- You talk about me. You on his nuts.

Hey, what that nigga want?

- He said he got a job for me.

- Ooh, he got a job for us. You know what that mean.

We going to get some money, man.

I like that though, man. You always coming through.

That's why I like when you-

- [Marcel] You hear, aye, low key.

- You stole from Insane?

What the fuck was you thinking?

- Hell no, I ain't stole from nobody.

- You stole from somebody.

That's why niggas is after you.

- All right, so?

I stole from somebody, but not that nigga.

If you just shut up and listen, let me finish the story.

- All right, go ahead.

- Whoa. I thought you ate my Honey Bun.

- I did.

- Then what the fuck is that?

- My Honey Bun. I bought this for me.

- So you ate my Honey Bun and you couldn't give me that one?

See that's you niggas problem.

- You know, you right.

This is delicioso.

Come on, finish. Tell me the story.

- Anyways. So we in the motherfucking house.

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- Hey, I think the safe in the master bedroom.

- For sure. - Follow me.

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Fuck, it's locked. You got the crowbar?

- Marcel got it.

- Where the fuck is he at?

- Nigga, I don't know.

- Hey, this orange juice good than a motherfucker.

I don't need no ice, no nothing.

Straight off the glass. It's freezing.

- Bro, what the fuck is you doing?

- I got a little thirsty.

Nigga can't get something to drink?

- We not here for that, bro.

- Bro, we about to break into these people safe.

You think they give a fuck about little orange juice?

- Bro, stop touching shit.

Put that shit down, put your gloves on,

and help me get this motherfucking safe.

Fuck. And pass me the goddamn crowbar.

(dramatic music)

I think this is it.

- [Perk Perk] Nigga, is that what I think that is?

- What?

- Some Tempur Pedic mattress.

It's like the one my peoples had in Seattle.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- [Peanut] How it feel?

- Yo, like this could just could make this.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's nice and soft too. Just like in Seattle.

- I don't give a fuck about no mattress.

Get your ass up and help me get this motherfucking safe.

- Can we at least take the mattress

after we get done with a safe?

- What you want to do with a mattress?

- Sleep on it, nigga.

- Nigga, how we going to get the mattress out

when we came here in the Honda Civic?

Get your ass up and help me get this motherfucking safe.

- Hey, I ain't going to lie, bro.

You a dumb ass nigga, Perk.

- Nah, both of you niggas stupid.

Now get your ass in here and help me get this safe

so we can get the fuck on.

(dramatic music)

(safe thuds)

- Bingo.

(Marcel speaks Jamaican)

- Oh, that's for sure. I'm finna keep this shit.

- No, no, no, no.

We ain't come here for that.

- What you mean we ain't come here for that?

Nigga, we up here to rob these niggas

and that's what I'm finna do.

- No, I came here to get whatever's out this safe

to give to the big homie.

- What?

Bro, he ain't even come.

How you even know he know what's in there?

- How you know he don't know what's in there?

Exactly. Now pass me the bag, nigga.

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- You ain't had no issue, did you?

- Nah.

Everything went smooth.

- Cool.

Who you take to go with you?

- Just a couple people I trusted.

- Hit me in a couple weeks. I have some more work for you.

- I got you, big homie.

- All right.

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(engine revs)

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- Why didn't you tell him about them niggas?

- That nigga don't even like them.

What I look like going back telling him some shit?

- I never liked Marcel ho ass.

Ever since some niggas tried to jump you in high school

and he was conveniently around the corner

fucking with them broads.

- You always bring that shit up.

- I was at the block at the taco shop when I heard about it.

Shit, bro.

How it supposed to be your homie

and he not with you when shit go down?

Shit ain't right, bro.

- Hey, I should have listened to you.

That nigga got caught up by the police.

- How you know that?

- Shit, because they came and got me too.

They had me in a dark room

playing that good cop, bad cop bullshit.

- You know, we already know that Insane

told you to break in that house.

- Who the fucking is Insane?

- Clarence Eric Marx.

- Doesn't ring a bell.

- Don't ring a bell?

You want a burger? A smash burger, extra sauce?

- Hell no. What you got me here for?

- Because you think you half-ass slick,

Slick, but we already know everything.

- So what happened?

- I don't know. You the one here, you tell me.

- What, a master description?

- Listen.

We already know how it goes down in the hood

and you're not a mastermind,

so you can help us.

And then maybe, and that's just maybe in return,

we can do something for you.

- Detective,

I'm a law abiding citizen. (Detective laughs)

I'm here to help you with whatever you need me

to help you with.

- How you going to bullshit a bullshitter?

You think we don't know who you are?

Isn't that your brother sitting down there in prison?

- I'm not too familiar with my brother's case,

but I know he didn't do it.

- So you think it's cool to break

into people's houses and take their shit?

- Is that what happened? Did something come up missing?

Did somebody get hurt?

- We got your fingerprints.

So how long you think it's going to take

for one of your homeboys to tell on you?

- So you got a lead.

(dramatic music)

Great job.

Good work.

You guys are good. So what happened?

- So you going to sit here and try to patronize me?

- If I knew what that meant, I'll tell you.

- You know what, I'm tired of your shit.

Hey, come get him the fuck out of here.

- Do I need a lawyer?

- [Detective] Get him the fuck out of here.

- Do I need a lawyer?

- [Detective] Take this shit off.

- Do I need to get a lawyer?

- [Detective] Get him the hell out of here.

- And as soon as they let me out,

I came straight here.

I had to figure something out.

- Are you sure he snitched?

- Man, I ain't seen that nigga,

and these hoe ass cops just saying,

"You think your friend ain't going to rat on you?"

They got his fingerprints.

He was the only in there drinking orange juice

without gloves on.

They got him. - Damn.

That's fucked up.

- Fuck, man.

- Yeah, you can't stay here, bro.

- What?

What you mean?

- You not about to get my granny house shot up

because you took the two dumbest niggas

on the mission with you.

You fucked up and you got to stand on it.

(knuckles rapping)

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- Bro, you told somebody we was back here?

- No, did you?

- Hell no.

- Nana, that's you?

- [Insane] Hell no, nigga. It's me.

(dramatic music)

Sit down, nigga.

(dramatic music)

Put that shit away.

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- You going to shoot us, huh?

- How'd you find me?

- Your boy left Honey Bun residue on my whip.

Saw that shit when I got home.

I figured I'd double back

because ain't too many grown ass niggas running around LA

eating Honey Buns still but your ass.

No matter how fired he is.

- Look, Insane, if you going to shoot us, man,

let me say goodbye to my granny first.

- If I was on that top of time,

I would've shot y'all niggas already.

- All right, cool.

See I told you this nigga was cool.

(dramatic music)

I'm going to let y'all talk.

- Nah, you good. You can stay.

Peanut, let's ride.

- Hey, big Insane.

I got respect for you and everything,

but I ain't going to let you mark the homie out like that.

You going to have to go through me first.

What's up?

- Put that shit down, nigga.

Take a seat, Honey Bun.

(dramatic music)

This the type of nigga you need to be rolling with.

Let's go, nigga.

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

- Yo, Insane.

What we doing here?

- Why you ain't holler at me when shit went left?

- I didn't know what to do.

I brung these niggas on the mission with me.

They fucked it off.

- You told me you took niggas you can trust.

- I thought I did,

until we went in the house.

Now,

I don't know if Marcel snitched or not.

- Yeah, he said some shit.

But it wasn't enough.

- Can you guess whose fingerprints

is on that carton right there?

- Man, I ain't had nothing to do with that job.

Peanut got that job from the big homie, Insane.

- Were you there when he gave him the job?

- Yeah.

But I mean, look, no, I wasn't there.

I just seen him get in the car with him.

But you know, when he came back,

he said he had a job for us.

- Okay, so you and Peanut went into the house together?

- Hell no.

It was just me.

- Really?

Well then, you know you done fucked up, right?

So you just implicated yourself.

- How?

- Because you said the Peanut wasn't with you.

So how could you both go in there?

You was by yourself, right?

- I ain't implicate nothing.

- You said that you went in the house solo.

No Peanut.

You by yourself.

- I ain't say that.

- Oh, you didn't?

Now,

did Insane give you the job or did he give it to Peanut?

- I don't know, you going to have to ask Peanut that.

- You don't know. I got to ask Peanut.

Okay.

All right, well,

the prints on this bottle

say a little different.

But tell you what,

looks to me

you'll be going down by yourself, big boy.

So I guess that's going to conclude

what you and I have to talk about, right?

Yeah, right.

- Where are you going?

I ain't implicating nothing.

Why you leaving the interrogation room?

You ain't going to get me on that.

Fuck.

- Twelve needed your ass to make everything stick,

but you held it down.

And don't worry about Marcel. He been taken care of.

(dramatic music)

- You killed him?

- Nah.

But the little homie's in county.

Beep Bop bickered that nigga real quick.

Tightened him up real nice.

He's going to have to sit down for a while.

- So we straight now?

- Nah nigga, we ain't straight.

You fucked up and got some niggas

I would never fuck with in my business.

You my big homie's little brother, man.

So you like my little brother.

And that's what saved you.

He done got my whole shit in jeopardy

because you fucking with niggas that don't fuck with you.

I done already took care of half the problem.

You got to do the rest.

(dramatic music)

- What you mean?

- Man, give me your blower.

Give me your gun, nigga.

(dramatic music)

Take this one.

It's a throwaway.

Now you know who you got to deal with.

- Perk Perk?

I don't even know where to find Perk at.

That nigga been in the wind.

- I do.

He down that hill, tied up.

(dramatic music)

So handle your business, little homie.

Or it might end up handling you.

(dramatic music)

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Honey Buns, they're fire.

(upbeat music)

? Yeah, Jah, look, you cold for this one ?

? This that late night in the bubble cold ?

? Called the plug then he hit me with the overload ?

? Make a fiend come back to get a double dose ?

? They thought I wasn't watching, I was taking notes ?

? Trying to see who all with me like I'm taking votes ?

? She wasn't fucking in the money, made a motor boat ?

? Fraud niggas, fake bitches, look, I'm over both ?

? I lost a lot, then bounced back, I'm the fucking goat ?

? When I spoke, they all laughed ?

? Now who who the fucking joke

? Ain't nothing in the streets but the money ?

- [Announcer] To the max!

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