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(dramatic music)

- [Narrator] To the max.

? Life ain't great

? Nigga, what you gon' do about it ?

? It ain't sweet, you gon' move around it ?

? Couple obstacles I just had to climb ?

? Had to rise above it

? My life ain't great

? Nigga, what you gon' to do about it ?

(hiphop music)

? I deserve the world, and the sun and the moon ?

- Oh, there she go!

- Hi, Belindio.

- You hit me with my government, huh?

- I mean, that's your name, right?

- Yeah, but don't nobody call me that but my granny.

And what doing over here?

I ain't seen you in a minute.

You traveling the world and all that.

What, you visiting?

- Nah, I just got in from work.

I flew into LAX, so I figured I'd

come over to my mom's house,

especially since I have to be over here later.

- For sure.

- Sorry about your auntie.

- Thank you.

- I know she was like a mom to you.

- Yeah, she was.

- Well, I'm happy I'm in town

so I can make it to the service.

You going to the funeral, right?

- Yeah, I'ma pull up to the repass.

You know?

- Mm-hmm.

You staying out of trouble?

- What you mean, trouble?

Ain't no trouble over here, I'm all about peace.

- Mm-hmm, I bet.

I'ma see you later.

- Malandria.

What?

Ain't that your name, right?

Since we saying names and all that.

- You funny.

- Hey, when are you gon' give me another chance?

- Boy, you couldn't even handle

the little chance you had.

- Hey, that ain't all my fault and you know that.

You got something like what the Lord made down there.

It ain't my fault!

I was in over my head back then.

I was a young buck.

We grown now though.

- Boy!

Bye, Belindio.

- I'ma see you later.

Welcome home.

- Thank you-

- Are you still chasing that, man?

- What's up, bro?

Chilling?

- What's cracking, man?

- I'm living life.

- Man, you don't heard that before.

- You sound crazy.

- Man, I'm about top go to the store,

grab something for the kids, man. You wanna roll?

- Let's do it.

- Let's get up outta here, man.

What's up though, fool? - Chillin', man.

? Hold up

? Baby, I'm a nigga if you ask me ?

? Got in my bag, now the baby wanna bag me ?

? Hold up, I'm beating up that road like a taxi ?

? Got lots of money and my niggas living tax free ?

? I've been a nigga ? A nigga, nigga ?

? A nigga, nigga by my digits

? And counting figures

? And running niggas in the realest ?

? And talking birdies ? I'm about my chickens

? Who you kidding, in for the binges ?

? We on a mission, get that bag ?

- [Friend] These young niggas don't respect shit, homie.

- That's because they young and dumb like we was.

- Nah, nigga, they ain't like us.

These niggas be shooting that fool for no reason.

We knuckled up.

- Nigga, you been beating up

and shooting niggas your whole life.

- Well, you know what the difference is?

I respect who I shoot, nigga.

That's the difference.

- Are you a pastor now, nigga? - Man, you know how I go.

But hey, what's up with that repass?

You want a nigga to slide with you?

- Nah nigga, I'm good.

- You good?

Nigga, I got homies with choppers.

Nigga, we ready.

- That's the last thing I need, bro.

I'm paying respect to my auntie,

my nigga, you feel me?

- I respect that.

- Yeah.

- Fuck these motherfuckers right here, I'm gone!

(police siren ringing)

(tense music)

- Top of the morning, Monster.

Baby got?

- Why y'all keep fucking with us, man?

- Why you think?

- Who the fuck knows?

Maybe your wife holding the pussy hostage or some shit.

- What did you say about my wife?

- I said you should be fucking

your wife instead of fucking with us.

- That's what I thought you said.

Get your ass in the fucking truck.

- For what, I ain't even do shit?

- Yeah, you did.

You insulted my partner's wife.

Get in the car.

- Hey, where y'all taking the homie?

- Man, I don't even fit in this motherfucker, man.

- Squeeze in, bitch. - Fuck.

(baton clicks)

- You got a problem too?

- Yeah, fuck you.

(door thuds)

(slow tense music)

- Just take your bitch ass next.

(slow tense music continues)

- Doesn't make no fuckin' sense, man.

Where the fuck

y'all taking me, man. - You need to shut up.

(slow tense music continues)

- Bitch ass motherfuckers, man.

- Geronimo.

- Fuck! Full of shit.

(door thuds)

- [Malandria] Geronimo? - Man, they got the homie!

- [Malandria] Geronimo, what happened to Belindio?

- Man, they got the homie!

- Who? - Bitch ass pigs, man!

- For what?

- For nothing! Tired of this, blood!

(engine revving)

(slow tense music)

- Get the fuck out my car, bro.

- Hey man,

(slow tense music)

(Melindrio tsks)

Man, you coming in the enemyhood?

- You don't know your surroundings? (door thuds)

- What the fuck is wrong with y'all?

- Hey, you might need a raincoat too.

I heard it's gonna rain 75% chance.

Oh, and while I'm on the subject, thank you.

- The fuck, bitch ass niggas, man.

- Tootles, nigga.

- Y'all up fucked up for this.

- See you around, Belindio.

- What the fuck, man?

Fuck!

(dogs barking)

- Bitch ass pigs right there.

Fuck this. - Geronimo, wait.

- Blood, quit fucking calling me Geronimo.

My name is Monster.

- Nigga, I know your name. What you gonna do?

Go press the police?

- What the fuck you think I'm gonna do?

- That's dumb. I don't want you to go back to jail.

And you know you got a brand new baby at home.

Let me talk to him.

- Go ahead, man. Fuck it.

(latch clicks)

(door thuds)

(birds chirping)

Fuck this shit.

(door thuds)

(slow tense music)

- Excuse me, officers.

- Yeah?

- Blood, where the fuck the homie BG at?

- He's not home yet?

- No, he ain't at home, motherfucker.

- We just gave him a ride.

Dropped him off at, where'd we drop him off at again?

- Is Oak, Oak Valley Park, I think?

- Yeah.

- What the fuck?

Y'all know we don't fuck with them niggas over there.

- You don't? Well, we ain't know that.

- Well, look, now you motherfuckers know,

anything happen to the homie,

neither one of you motherfuckers ain't gonna be able

to ride around this town.

And I don't give a fuck about going to jail.

Some niggas that owe me some money any motherfuckin' way.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. We don't give a fuck.

- What does rock with mean anyway?

Is that like gang term or something?

- Look here, blood, you know what the fuck going on.

Unless something happened to my motherfuckin' homeboy.

- If he's not a home man, you better hurry.

Been hearing, uh, reports of gunshot in the area.

So we were gonna go check it out,

but you know, we got donuts.

- You know what? Fuck the police.

- No miss thing.

Good to see you home boy.

(dogs barking)

- I am going with - Man, no the fuck you not.

- Yes, I am.

- Mimi it's Active where I'm going.

Your momma find out what the fuck I'm about to do,

she gonna kill me.

- Okay, okay, okay, I get it.

Go hurry up and get down there,

and I'm gonna have Tashay pick me up from Burger King.

- Bye.

- What you mean, nigga? I was tied up last night.

Shit, I was with the bitch, and then see was...

Wait, hold up.

I'm gonna call you right back, nigga.

(knuckles rapping)

- Nic?

(knuckles rapping)

Nic, Nic?

(knuckles rapping)

Nic?

(window whooshes)

- Nigga, are you stupid? What are you doing here?

- Hey, the police picked my ass up

and dropped me off over here on some bull shit.

- Well, you better get the fuck from around here

before they start shooting over here.

- If I had somewhere else to go, I wouldn't be here.

Let me come in so I can use your phone.

(Nic sighs)

(siren wailing)

(Nic sighs)

- Hurry up before somebody see your ass.

(sliding door whooshes)

(sliding door thuds)

(blinds whooshing)

(Nic sighs)

Uh-uh! You need to get your big ass off my bed.

We ain't doing none of that. I got a nigga now.

- I'm not trying to fuck, Nicole. Where I'm gonna sit, Nic?

- On the floor.

- I'm not about to sit on your floor.

And where the phone at?

- My granny got her phone

and she's trying to get a disability check

so I don't know when she's gonna be done.

- What about your phone?

- My nigga got it. He needed it for work.

I broke his so I had to give him mine.

- Your toxic ass is still breaking nigga's phones?

- Nigga, you could get the fuck on with all the judgment.

- Yeah, all right.

As long as nigga don't know I'm in here,

I should be straight. (sighs)

(television chattering)

- Hey, I just seen one of the ops sneaking up

at OVA granny house.

- Nigga, what?

(gun clacks)

- Hey man, come on, it's too early for all that shit.

- Nigga, what?

- Who is it?

- Nigga, I don't know. He was a big nigga, though.

- If you on the wrong side of the fence,

you gonna get what he asked for.

- Nah man, we not on that today.

- Hey look, I know what you going through,

and I know what today is,

but my nigga, we gotta do something.

(slow tense music) (television chatter continues)

- All right, uh, (clears throat)

yeah, just let go see what's up.

- Say less. (gun clacks)

- No, no, man. Hey, what you gonna do?

Go over there and shoot up UWA granny house?

- Shit, that in the crib when I get there,

it might come to that.

- 'Cuz,

(slow tense music)

just, uh, just, just chill, man.

Just, just go over there and see what's up, man.

- All right, look, I'm gonna stump the nigga out,

but if the nigga-

- But if nothing!

Now, nigga, just go see what's up, and that's it.

- Shit crazy.

(gun clanks)

(television chatter continues)

- Active, leave your shit too, bro.

- I ain't got shit on me.

- Lance, come on, man.

- Look, you think I would've came back here

if I had my blow on me.

Look, I know you fucked up, but we still out here, bro.

(slow tense music continues)

- Hey, yo Granny ain't off the phone yet?

- Nigga, here.

- Who the fuck still do flip phones with her old ass?

- Just make the call.

(knuckles rapping)

- [Getdown] Hey Nic, we saw that nigga run up in here.

Tell him to come out.

- Who is that?

(knuckles rapping)

- Who's that, nigger?

- That's Getdown. He be on one.

You better leave before he shoot up my granny house.

- All right, talk to that nigga.

I'm gonna make this call,

and I'm gonna slide out the side door.

- Well, what am I supposed to say?

- I don't know. Start with nigga.

Hey Nic, you still got that 22 in your dresser?

- Yeah, what you need it for?

- Not what you think. I ain't gonna do shit.

Let me get it, though.

- No. - I ain't gonna do nothing.

- No, Belindio.

I'm not about to give you my gun. They're my homies.

- Oh, so I ain't shit to you then.

- Nigga, make the call, sneak out from the side.

Don't nobody gotta shoot nobody if they don't see you.

(knuckles rapping)

- Yeah, all right.

- Blower, why you keep on blowing my shit up like that?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

- [Tashay] They told me you on one

and you about to do something stupid.

You been smoking that sherm again?

- No, I ain't smoking no fucking sherm.

What the fuck are you talking about?

- [Tashay] You been fucking with that potter.

You know how you get when you up that shit.

You better not be trying

to come home high- - Tashay-

- [Tashay] with the bullshit again, Geronimo.

- Get the fuck off my phone!

- [Tashay] You bring your ass home right now, I' not-

(phone beeping)

(car revving) (phone chiming)

- What the fuck I just say?

- Hey, them bitch ass niggas left me in the OVPs, blood.

- What happened?

- I'm in the OVPs, bro. I'm ducked off at Nic Nic house,

thinking the niggas outside trippin'.

- All right, man, I'm less than five minutes.

I'm on the way.

- All right, man, meet me in the alley on Armadillo.

- I'm on the way.

- All right, blood, run.

(phone clacks)

- The fuck y'all niggas doing yelling outside my door for?

- It's a nigga up in there we gonna fuck with.

Tell cuz to come outside the hood.

- Dead homies.

- And you always trying to shoot somebody.

- Man, we ain't gonna shoot, cuz,

we're just gonna slap him up a little bit

for being over here.

- Y'all know my brother ain't gonna go for this.

- Man, your brother probably put you own punishment

if he knew this nigga was up in here.

- Man, fuck all this talk

and tell cuz to come outside and get his issue.

- Punishment?

That ain't my daddy, and ain't nobody in here.

- Man, she's stalling, cuz.

- So ain't nobody in here?

- No.

- So Tiny Active lying?

- Fuck!

- Hey nigga, come right here.

? Fucking hoe

? I'm really from over there

? You ain't from the seed block ?

? Don't come over there

? They was chunking two fingers ?

? With the thumb in the air

? Kept my head on the swivel

? Nigga spun over there

? Seen the hardest niggas get dropped ?

? (indistinct) get shot

? Retro pussy get bought

? They fought them

? like a pit stop (guns firing)

? Know some niggas doing life

? For deceiving (guns continues firing)

? I ain't never banged

? But I was where they begin (guns continue firing)

? Cops come and relax

? (indistinct) seen that

? Eat another sandwich (guns continue firing)

? If you ever keep on feeding

? Talking fetti (guns continue firing)

? I'm a team pleaser ? Need that ?

? Hit him in his shin

- Fuck!

- Have you hit any niggas?

- Shit, I probably did, nigga.

- Fuck.

- Shit.

- Hey good-looking dog.

- It's all good, Nigga.

(upbeat faint hip-hop music continues)

- That nigga, right there! - Hey nigga, chill man!

- Man, what the fuck?

You don't grab my hand while I'm fucking shooting,

nigga. - Hey nigga,

let's just get back to the crib, my nigga.

Fuck that! Let's just go!

(car revving)

- What the fuck was that?

Why the fuck you didn't shoot them niggas?

(upbeat faint hip-hop music continues)

? Never beat a woman

? Or hit daughters and smack my niece ?

? Never (indistinct) ? I'ma a square, nigga

? Cause I'm always on TV

? (indistinct) If there's a lesson, let it teach ?

? Northside nigga where I come from is easy ?

(car revving)

(people chattering)

(gentle music)

- Nigga.

- Auntie.

- Give your auntie a hug.

- How you doing?

- I'm so happy to see you.

- Happy to see you too.

- You know we both loved you

like you was our own.

- Yeah, I know Auntie.

- When your father moved you across town,

I just, I just wish you would come around more.

- Yeah I know. But I'm here now, right?

- (sniffles) Auntie was always glad when you came.

And in fact, I told Val that, you know,

that's a conversation for another time.

She would not want us to be sad.

You know what, fix you a plate.

Get something to eat. I know you hungry.

- You know I am. (Auntie laughing)

Oh, and you made your mac and cheese too, huh?

- I see you made it.

- What's up?

- How you doing?

- I'm all right.

- Okay. You need anything?

- Nah, I'm just gonna make this plate real quick

and go talk to my uncles.

- Okay, well, let me know if you need something.

- For sure. - Okay.

I'm gonna let you and Darius talk.

? Gonna be your one, yeah

- Look at you two. Man, man and Puta.

(chuckles) All grown up now.

Some fine boys.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

Y'all was jumping in and outta these sprinklers

in y'all Dr. Dons.

? And what makes this thing worth ?

(Auntie sighs) ? Is that I love you more

- I know my sisters is looking down,

and they will be so happy to see y'all together.

You know, y'all always raised like brothers, then cousins.

Y'all need to spend more time together.

Y'all want some peach coffee? Let me get you all some.

Silvia, is some more peach coffee in there?

- (chuckles) Yeah, man, then you came out

with that big ass knot on your head

looking like Quasimoto with the eye.

- Hey, I thought it was gonna be a fair one, bro,

so I squared up.

In 17 essays, hopped out the whip and beat my ass.

- You should have known better, man.

- Shit crazy, that's why I get for fucking

with one (indistinct) ass.

- Yeah man, it's good times. Man, good times.

Damn.

- Yeah, man.

(people chattering and laughing)

I'm sorry about moms, man.

- Man, you ain't gotta do all that, man.

- Yeah, man, I do.

I should have came even saw her more when she got sick.

- She knew what it was. She was a G.

She probably would've shot your ass if you came to visit.

- That part, nigga,

I remember when she found out I got put on West side,

she started tripping like I died or something.

- Man, I remember when I had to stop her

from shooting your pops.

For real, she couldn't stand Uncle Lavelle

after he moved y'all across town.

She was like, "Oh, bitch ass nigga, greasy backed ass,

very white-looking ass nigga.

I knew he wasn't gonna raise him right. Old ass nigga!"

- Nigga, you sound just like her. That's crazy.

Wow, man.

- The fuck was you doing in the PVs today, bro?

- Them bitch ass cops, man, Green and Hearst,

hit my ass up and dropped me off over there.

Man, like that shit was funny.

- Fucking pigs have started a war.

- Yeah, they niggas knew what they was doing.

That's why I went Nic Nic house and hit over there, man.

It's the safest place I could be.

- Oh, that's right, you did used to with Nic Nic?

Yeah, how you pull that off?

That's the big homie little sister.

- I was at the swap meet trying to gimme some pro clubs

and the three-piece wing, she saw me in and cracked me.

- Oh, man, with the three-piece wing, man.

Man, that's crazy. Bring back memories, man.

Three-piece wing with the fries

and the blueberry biscuit, with the side of Kool-Aid.

- Oh, wait.

- All that shit sound barb right now.

- Hey, don't say it too loud, though.

Auntie Maemae gonna find out whip your ass.

(Darius chuckling)

She don't like niggas talking about food around her food.

- Ah, she won't mind, yeah.

(people chattering)

- Should have called me today, cuz.

- Darius and say what?

Pick me up on the block?

Them niggas woulda saw me and shot my ass quicker

than the motherfuckers.

- Nigga, that would've been better

than shooting at the homies.

Having to shoot out in broad daylight?

Hey man, y'all niggas was too overzealous

with the press, homie.

Homie had to show niggas we're silent, man.

- Belindio, you ain't no general in my hood, my nigga.

What you think it's gonna look like if we don't retaliate?

What you gonna do about your boy?

- Who, Walster?

- Yeah.

- Hey, my nigga's straight, bro.

He was just on some crashed out shit

because he thought y'all niggas had me lined up.

- And that's exactly why you should have called me.

- You think calling you would've helped something, nigga?

Your homeboys, those niggas,

they ready for war at all times.

Nigga, they live for this shit.

- And died for it.

- Yeah, I, I know all too well.

- Yeah, I couldn't have called you anyways.

Officer Beavis and Dickhead took my phone and shit,

so I couldn't call nobody.

- So why didn't you just come to the house?

Come to your spot, all the niggas you got around you, bro?

All them niggas need anger management.

- And your homies don't?

Come on, man, make it make sense, bro.

- Yeah, Mom should be on one sometimes,

"Be a soldier, nigga."

Nigga, found out I was jammed up

and came over here with the shit.

What you expect?

That nigga know the street politics.

Damn, can you say the same for your niggas?

(people chattering)

- Oh man.

(people chuckling and chattering)

- So what we gonna do about what happened today?

- Shit, nothing, nigga. What can we do?

- Then get you trip the fuck out on my turf, my nigga.

You know how shit can go if we don't respond.

What's the respond to, man? We didn't set up to start a war?

- But you started one, nigga.

- So what that mean, man?

- What it means is I'm gonna give you a pass right now

out of the love for our mothers,

but after this, you already know what it is, cuz.

(people chattering and chuckling)

(hands smack)

(hands patting)

Love you, cuz.

- Love you too, dog.

- Stay safe out there, cousin.

- You too.

(dog barking)

(gentle music)

(fist thudding)

(slow tense music)

(door slams)

(footsteps thudding)

(door slams)

- What's up, cuz?

- what's the deal, Walker?

- Just do what I'm doing.

- I knew you could feel that.

Hey look, so I merely came down here to tell you some shit,

but before I get into that,

how you holding up in this motherfucker?

- Man, I got 90 days left, bro.

- I can feel that.

And look, this nigga Big Curly Curl,

I don't know what's up with him.

I told you you should have left me in charge.

This nigga trippin'.

- Yeah, that nigga Curly,

he always been too smart for his own good.

always been too smart for his own good.

You know I'm on standby, and you know I'm on that.

- I got 93 days left in this bitch.

When I get out, we gonna run and play.

- Hey, you ain't hearing me, nigga.

Nigga's got up on me and Tiny Active,

and this nigga talking about don't do shit.

Just when we ever been like that?

We out here looking weak, nigga. Something need to happen.

I'm crib.

- Like I said, I got three months left, I'll handle it.

- I don't think I can wait that long, my nigga.

And to put pretend on top of too?

I seen this nigga hanging with the weird nigga that night.

Give a fuck about no family or nothing, my nigga.

Something gotta take place.

- Hey nigga, 93 days,

until then, don't do shit.

(slow tense music)

- Hey, look, for you, okay, I ain't gonna do nothing,

but on my kids, when you get home, something gotta happen.

Crib.

(phone bangs)

(upbeat music)

? Service

? Charlie speaking, sir

? They thought they knew a nigger ?

? Know a nigger, know a nigger

? They thought they knew a nigga playing ?

? Thought they knew a nigger game ?

? Only robbing niggas ? All the same thing

? When I die before I jump up on my lane ?

? Tell me what you really think, huh ?

? Anything, anything, anything

? Brought these niggas in the game ?

? Turning up and switching ways ?

? All that fast shit coming outta phase ?

? Don't you let that get that bad shit ?

? Put you in a daze

? I could put you on some players ?

? Get your money right ? But you want the business ?

? Get your families, get your homies right ?

? Do it while you young and on your toes ?

? You know what's only right

? Because niggas really old and going broke ?

? And live a lonely life

? I'm in the game on to the top ?

? I'm at their neck like lock

? If you need a sparkle, lemme plug your sockets ?

? And all you fake

? Born (indistinct) niggas go and grab your crotch ?

? But if it paid and it can patch your pockets ?

? Gotta do it like I'm used to it ?

? Hey, hey, hey, hey

? Do it like I'm used to it, bitch ?

? Hey, hey, hey, hey

? Gotta do it like I'm used to it, bitch ?

? Gotta do it like I'm used to it, bitch ?

(dramatic music)

- [Announcer] To the max!

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