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First of all, I want to apologize...

for being out of touch so long.

These last few years of my life been real fucked up...

but you probably already know that by now.

See me fuckin' with you?

I lost almost everything.

Anyway, I'm sorry I left.

For what it's worth, I think about you every day.

All I want to do is see you die.

You can understand that, right?

But here's the best part...

so pay attention...

'cause if you're readin' this...

it can only mean one thing...

I'm out.

Those of y'all didn't see "State Property l"...

let me run it down to you.

I put together this mean-ass squad in Philly...

took over the whole fuckin' city.

And I bumped heads with this fuckin' Dame nigga.

This fuckin' nigga kidnaps my bitch...

then shoots her girlfriend in the fuckin' head.

So, you know, we went the fuck to war.

Man, we shot up everything.

Then I get booked for attempted fuckin' murder.

So you know what I did...

Yeah, I shot up the whole fuckin' courtroom.

But I don't know who this chick is...

shot me in the back of my fuckin' head.

Nah, I'm bullshittin', man.

This is what really went down.

As y'all can see, they got me.

Man, I'm booked.

So let me tell you how shit went down.

Man, it was about...

Damn, it was that fuckin' long?

Fuck it. Anyway, listen...

I was asleep when they came for me.

You know how them boys play.

They come kick in your door, 5:00, 6:00 in the morning...

all crazy.

Me, my wife, my daughter... we was all knocked out.

Come on! Get down!

Come on! Show me your hands!

Get the fuck out of that bed! Get up!

Hey! Come on, man!

Show me your hands!

Hey, I'll show 'em!

Hey! Yo, get... Aah!

Get down! Show me your hands!

Get him behind!

You know what? Stop.

See, if I'm gonna tell you this story...

I might as well tell it to you from the very beginning...

just so y'all get to know me a little better.

Punk!

I wasn't your average little happy schoolboy growing up.

You think you nuts, takin' my stuff?

Give me my money!

Before I was Beans...

the so-called ringleader of the ABM...

man, I was just Beans...

your average bad-ass 11-year-old...

runnin' around the streets of Philly with my homeys.

There was four of us...

P-Nut, Baby Boy, D-Nice...

and me... all day, every day...

pickin' fights, pickin' pockets...

used to hop the train...

roll on people for their lunch money...

stick up corner stores with cap guns.

Shit, you know, anything to get in trouble.

Shit, that's how we had fun.

Hey, come here!

Man, for me, an unlocked door was always an invitation.

When I was a kid...

you know, I never got into any real shit...

till one day...

Oh, shit. I found some weed.

- Where? Where? - Take it!

What?

What we gonna do with it?

Fill your pockets, Gs!

Put the bags anywhere! Come on!

Oh!

Look what we have here...

a bunch of young punk motherfuckers...

tryin' to steal from me.

Y'all niggas think y'all men?

Y'all niggas think that y'all can come here and take my weed?

Now, what should I do to you little greasy ass niggas?

Should I kick your ass?

Or should I make you get down or lay down?

Come here, little nigga.

Come here.

You know what this is? You come in here...

and try to take my weed, little nigga?

I'm gonna make an example out of y'all.

I think I should kick your ass...

and then make you get down or lay down.

See what I'm sayin', little nigga?

You hear me?

I didn't choose to be in this game.

The game chose me.

My first body... Shit, I was turned out.

From that day on, it was get down or lay down.

So I grew up, got into the drug game.

Before you knew it...

I was the number one street nigga in Philly...

but then my team got reckless, and I got booked.

They ain't only locked me up...

man, they booked me the fuck up something crazy...

right in front of my wife and my daughter.

But you know how the feds play.

They do what the fuck they want.

I'm fuckin' callin' my lawyer! I swear to God!

They had me for attempted Murder One...

four counts of traffic, and plus a parole violation.

I know they couldn't hold me on the weight...

'cause I never touched shit...

but attempted murder on parole with two priors...

How they say it? "Fuhgedaboutit."

I'm on trial for my life. Shit was real.

My whole future was on the line...

and it was all in the hands...

of this one nut-ass nigga... C-Zer.

C-Zer had this little front.

He ran a chop shop around the way...

made his money off of running keys...

for that Dame nigga, and, as you know...

everything Dame had, I was takin'.

What's up, C-Zer?

So I made C-Zer an offer.

Remember I asked you, uh...

was you gonna get down or lay down?

He refused.

I'm not tryin' to get down.

But I insisted.

Well, lay down, C-Zer.

About five times.

Unfortunately for C-Zer, he lived.

Hard-head motherfucker.

Shit, but we took care of it, though.

On the night before the trial...

I sent Baby Boy and D-Nice up to C-Zer's mom's crib.

We ain't got no sympathy for you, old lady.

You could stop cryin'.

They showed her flicks of the whole family...

addresses and all...

told her if her son testified against me...

they was gonna tie her up and make her...

watch them execute their whole fuckin' family.

Call him! Get him on the phone right now!

Shit, I don't know how Baby Boy got them flicks...

but that old lady was shook.

That's all it took.

Dial it faster!

Can you identify the person...

who shot you five times at point blank range?

Man, when the state wants you...

they play dirty!

Shit, I was tryin' to be focused up.

Then they hit me with this Spanish Fly...

this crazy-ass, super-sexy-ass D.A.

I mean, this bitch was bad!

I ain't gonna lie. I was open.

Shit, I was damn near ready to convict myself.

Do you recognize that man over there?

No, I'm fuckin with y'all, man. I was focused.

Fuck that. My life was on the line.

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Do you recognize him? Please.

No, ma'am.

What?

Let's have some quiet in the courtroom now.

Order here!

Your Honor, this man has perjured himself...

in front of the jury.

Counselor, order!

You cannot allow this! He's lying!

That's enough, Counselor! Order!

Do you recognize that man?

That's enough.

Answer me.

Do you recognize this man?

Do you know him?

I've never seen him before in my life.

Order! Let's have some quiet in the courtroom now!

Yeah. We got to him early.

Unbelievable.

This is unbelievable. What are we gonna do?

Man, after two weeks of bullshit evidence and sidebars,

they finally made their decision.

Will the defendant please rise?

I was a little nervous.

We went head-up with the judge...

but then, after C-Zer cracked...

I knew I had this thing on lock.

I hereby sentence you to not less than 15...

nor more than 30 years at the state correctional facility.

But you know what?

Man, he still pinned the weight on me.

And, being a repeat offender...

man, the judge put me under the jail.

Miss, please.

Perry put in an appeal for me...

but, man, that shit ain't look good.

And that was it. Game over.

In jail, you meet all kinds of motherfuckers.

You can always tell who done time...

by the look on their face.

Check out the white boy right here.

He's definitely shook.

He's probably a college dropout...

booked for credit cards or something.

Now, this dude right here... definitely a pedophile.

Rapist-face-lookin' motherfucker.

Here you got your car thief, retail theft-ass nigga.

He can't stay out of Walgreen's.

He's probably down for domestics...

or child support or some shit.

Look at him.

Him... he's too tough already.

You can tell this is his first time being in jail.

Now, this dude right here...

he definitely been in jail before.

He look like he's just waiting for commissary.

See, the thing is...

it don't matter if you're a cold-blooded killer...

if you're a kingpin, small-time hustler, car thief.

Once they put them shackles on you...

and they close that gate...

you ain't nothin' but a number.

Man, you're state property.

- Man, what up? Holler at me. - Let's go.

This is it.

All right, come on.

I'm Free.

You free?

Nah, that's my name... Free.

Philadelphia Freeway.

How did I get where I'm at?

I was runnin' with this cat from Miami.

It was lovely...

till someone ratted him out.

Police! Freeze!

We both took the fall.

You! Stop right there!

Yeah, what up, Free? Beans.

Salaam alekum.

Heh. Walekum a salaam.

A lot of niggas find Mohammed when they get locked down.

They get out, rock a suit and a bowtie...

sling a couple of bean pies...

spark a "L" and forget all about that shit.

See, but Free, he was one of those real Muslims.

Welcome, my kin.

Welcome to what?

This shit hole?

Mashallah.

Say what?

Shit house, mansion...

it's whatever you make it, a'ight?

Yeah, whatever, man.

Free never talked much, but when he did...

it was always something deep.

I admit, I kind of liked this nigga from the jump.

But in jail, you can't trust nobody...

no matter what.

For example...

there was this one nigga here for life.

Everybody called him "The Fist"...

big, black, ugly-ass nigga...

nothin' to lose.

I mean, every day, this nigga was on some shit.

He ain't give a fuck if he knew you or not...

but once a day...

this motherfucker would pick out somebody.

I mean, this nigga in for life.

I guess he had to vent.

Heh. It was kind of funny to me.

Broad Street Bully.

Nut, what's up, nigga?!

- What's goin' on? - What up?

Inside, you never really know what's what or who's who.

The only thing you come to jail with is your rep...

and everybody knew my rep from the street.

Man, in 24 hours, I already had me a little crew.

Shit, I was good.

Every night was the same shit...

and every day was just more of it.

I mean, the scariest part of being in jail to me...

was gettin' used to it.

I could tell Free had been down for a minute...

'cause he's too laid back.

I mean, every time I'd ask him what'd he do to get in here...

he'd always say the same shit.

Hey, Free...

keep it real with me, homey.

You know everything about me, man.

What the fuck you do to get in here, man?

Listen, a'ight, mistakes don't matter.

It's the consequences we gotta live by.

Sometimes I ain't had no idea...

what the fuck Free was talkin' about...

but I always listened.

Man, there's a lot of ways you can kill time...

while you're doing time.

You could work out, exercise...

You could practice the culinary arts.

You know, cookin' and all that shit.

Some niggas like to fuck with carpentry.

While they was having fun doing all that bullshit...

man, I was trying to learn the law.

Shit, my appeal was coming up...

and I wasn't trying to just rely on my lawyers.

So I studied.

Man, that shit only lasted about five minutes.

It was too technical for me.

Come on, Akeem. Heh.

Come on, man, let's go hit the shower.

All right, man, come on.

I'm ready.

Mashallah.

Everything "Allah" with you, man.

Mashallah.

Get Allah to get us out of here, man.

- You ready? - Yeah.

God damn!

What's wrong, bro?

Somebody been in our fuckin' hut, man!

That's crazy.

Hey, C.O.!

C.O.!

What? You got a problem?

Yeah, man. You walk this fuckin' block all day.

You ain't see nobody come in our fuckin' hut?

Oh, you gotta be careful in here.

You got a lot of nice stuff.

Nice pair of tennis shoes. Worth a lot.

Man, fuck you!

Fuckin' nut!

Man, that shit don't make no fuckin' sense.

I mean, why would somebody run in my hut?

They might as well tie the sheet round their neck theirself.

I mean, you gonna risk your life over a pair of sneakers?

Nah, man.

And to make matters worse...

the next day, my man D-Nice came to visit me.

He only show up when he gotta tell me good news.

What's up, D?

What's up, man. You know I had to come see my boy, man.

They call me Billy D-Nice...

smooth, smart, and poz.

Always level-headed.

Yeah, long time no hear from, man.

What's goin' on, man?

Everything's good.

Everything good?

Everything's good.

I hate these fuckin' visiting rooms...

talkin' on these nut-ass phones.

They're probably taping us right now.

Talk to me, though. What's goin' on, man?

Well, we had a party.

Y'all had a party?

Actually, we've had four parties the past two weeks.

Y'all had four parties?

Past two weeks.

We had one in West Philly. Surprise party.

Hold it. Freeze. Don't fuckin' move.

I didn't do shit, man.

What the fuck is y'all doin', man?

Come on, man.

You know how I like those, though, right?

You know, I like surprise parties, man.

Yeah. Oh, Nada had a party.

Yo, give me that bag.

- Don't move. - Give me that.

- Good-bye. - Motherfuckers.

Your man Nada?

My man Nada.

How'd that party turn out?

No bitches there.

All niggas.

- All niggas? - Dirty niggas, at that.

Y'all found out who fuckin' promoted that party?

We're still tryin' to figure that out now.

Yeah, y'all need to find that out, man.

Get y'all fuckin' money back.

Oh, yeah. Chris and Neef saw your man Dame on South Street.

Dame?

Fuck Dame, man.

Talk to me about these parties, man.

Your boys from down M-l-A came up, man.

They had a crazy party.

Who threw them a party?

Baby Boy.

I'll call you back.

That's him right there, man.

He's makin' that money. He's takin' those shots, man.

Babito.

Remember me?

Mario, what's the situation, playboy?

I'm surprised to see y'all around here.

Ain't it too cool for you motherfuckers?

You don't call me no more. You make me come up here...

and talk to you in person now, huh?

Hey, I ain't been callin' you, motherfucker.

What am I callin' you for? I ain't viz.

I'm sick of playing with you.

Where's my motherfuckin' money?

Hey, man, who the fuck is you talkin' to like that?

Don't come and disrespect me on my block in front of my boys.

Fuck y'all guala-gualas, man.

What, nigga? What?

Fuck y'all. Fuck y'all niggas.

Yeah. Baby Boy... the wild card.

I keep the ABM in the game.

We got guns, too, nigga.

Go ahead, nigga. Go ahead.

Shoot, nigga. We got guns, too.

Chill out.

Fuck y'all.

Fuck you, Mario.

Lucky I like him.

I don't give a fuck who you like, nigga.

- I want my money. - Well, come take it.

You ain't never gettin' paid, nigga!

Baby Boy threw them a party, huh?

A crazy party.

He ate all the chicken, man.

He fucked all the chicken up.

Fucked all the chicken up, huh?

All the chicken.

I guess what they say is true...

shit happen in threes.

'Cause in three months, our main spot get raided...

one of our top workers gets robbed...

and what's supposed to be my fuckin' right-hand man...

is going through some bullshit with the connect.

You should get his number and invite him to the party.

They throwin' all kinds of parties out there, man.

Y'all just livin' it.

I'm in here, and y'all out there partyin'.

That's what's up, D.

That's what's up, man.

Oh. I need you to do me a favor.

You, Baby Boy...

stop fuckin' partying.

Can you do that?

I can do that.

All right, man. 'Cause, I mean...

I hate to say it, man, but...

I'm proud of y'all, man.

Nah, seriously.

I'm real fuckin' proud of y'all, man.

Damn! These niggas out here fuckin' up...

and I'm in here.

Man, I can't be in this bitch stressin'.

Fuckin' partyin'.

I know what the fuck I'm gonna do, though.

I'm gonna call my girl Aisha and get some love.

Fuck. Thugs need love, too, right?

- Hello? - This is the operator.

You have a collect call from Beans.

Will you accept the charges?

Yeah, I'll accept the charges.

Hey, baby. It's Beans.

Who?

It's Beans. What's up, Boo?

Beans? Yeah, well, I don't know any Beans.

Hey, stop fuckin' playin' with me, man.

Listen here. I'm not fuckin' playin', OK?

Do I sound like I'm playin'?

I'm not playin' with you.

Aisha, who the fuck you talkin' to?

Because you said that you promised...

that you weren't gonna leave us, that's why.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold the fuck up.

Aisha, you know who you talkin' to?

I don't give a fuck, you fuckin' fat, black bitch.

Let me fuckin' tell you...

What the fuck is you yellin' for?

What the fuck I'm supposed to do, huh?

What I'm supposed to do?

What is your wife and daughter supposed to do now, huh?

Fuckin' tell me that, you fuckin' inmate!

You convict! What the fuck I'm supposed to do?

Fuck you, Beans! Whatever!

He-hello?

Hello?

This motherfucker done hung up.

Hey, Nut. You see this nigga?

That's the nigga who ran in our fuckin' hut.

- What? Where? - Don't look, don't look.

This nigga right here, man.

Damn, that is that nigga.

They're your sneaks. What you gonna do, see?

What the fuck you think I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna get me a banger...

and I'm gonna poke this nigga the fuck up.

There you go. Let me handle that, dawg.

Nah, nah.

I go wash my ass...

and this nigga run in our hut...

and take my shit?

I got to do this one myself, man.

Yeah, all right, man.

What's up with Baby Boy?

Man, we need a new connect, man.

Well, get one, then.

You sayin' that like that shit's so fuckin' simple.

"Go get one, then."

How the fuck I'm gonna get a connect...

when I'm in here with you?

This man right here.

And he can get you them bangers.

Who... Damn, all this time, Free...

and you ain't say nothin'?

You never asked, a'ight?

Listen, my man Loco over in the Spanish house...

I used to roll with him back in the day.

He get out in a month.

Set that shit up, then, man.

See, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about.

It turns out my celly was the fuckin' man.

He had a connect, and he can get me a banger.

All this time, and he ain't said shit.

I knew I liked that motherfucker.

Say no more. I got you.

Free's connect was this guy El Pollo Loco.

He got me what I needed...

and that was that.

Get the fuck up.

You step to me in my cell?

Shut up. Shut the fuck up.

Shut up, shut up.

Motherfucker.

The next morning, they snatched me and Loco up...

sat us down in front of the warden...

chump arrogant-ass motherfucker.

Yo. Police comin', yo.

Find out if that nigga snitched on me, ya hear me?

They said he was dirtier than shit.

They all dirty to me.

He tried to make me and Loco snitch.

Shit, I'd rather die than be labeled a rat.

El Pollo Loco.

Now, that's a great nickname.

"Crazy chicken," right?

You know what's funny?

My 2-year-old has a nickname.

We call her Blueberry Muffin Stinky Butt.

You got that goin' for you.

When's your parole here? On the 17th?

What's that, a month?

Less than a month.

You have one month left.

You're handing out ice picks?

You know that he died, right?

Yeah. You're an accomplice.

Murder One.

The whole thing's on tape.

We showed that tape to your friend Beans this morning.

Took him about ten seconds...

and he was singing your name.

"Loco!"

It's disgusting.

But what are you gonna do?

Ask me... I say fuck him.

He ratted you out.

He's already in the box.

You want to do three more years for this guy?

Get out there.

Go make some money, do something, huh?

Have you ever been in the hole?

It's unbearable.

I tried it for an hour and a half once...

see what it felt like.

Thought I was literally going to die.

And you're looking at, what...

730 days, Mister...

Beans? What kind of name is that?

You're a fuckin' grown man.

Do me a favor.

How much did he charge you for the shiv?

I hope it was cheap...

'cause that half-Puerto Rican rat fuck...

sold you up the river like...

OK.

Don't want to talk. I hear you. Good for you.

You know we have it on tape, though, right?

You know that? But you don't want my help.

You don't need my help 'cause you're a gangsta!

Fantastic. Hey, it's gonna be a pleasure...

to watch you grow old, tough guy.

Yeah. Yeah.

Your daughter's not gonna get to see her father...

because you're state property.

Nice.

You think you're a killer, Beans?

You want to kill something?

Kill time.

Now, get the fuck out of my office.

They ain't have me on tape.

They ain't had shit.

They gave me and Loco about an hour in the box.

Lucky day.

I mean, I don't even know this dude...

but he kept his mouth closed.

You gotta respect that.

Hey, what's happening?

But I had a lot of questions for him...

and I knew he must have had a lot of questions for me...

so I told Free to set it up ASAP.

It was time for me to meet this guala face-to-face.

I'm goin', all right?

Fuck the police.

You know how we do. We're gonna get this shit.

For sho', man.

El Pollo Loco... international hustler...

ambassador of coke. I'm a fuckin' legend.

What's up, fam?

Yo, good lookin' out on that thing we did earlier, man.

Yeah, positive.

I appreciate you keepin' your mouth closed, too, Bear.

Yeah. Beans.

Loco. Bear...

If he was gonna be the new ABM connect...

I had to know everything about him.

I grew up in Miami.

Spoiled as shit. I had everything.

Pops was a half a thug from Philly...

pretty motherfucker.

Ma Dukes straight out of Fajardo, Puerto Rico.

Came to Miami in '75 with a killer smile...

and serious game.

She was business in high heels...

and he was grimy on the trigger.

The truth is...

even though Pops liked to think he was Scarface...

when it came down to it...

Yo, you got that yeyo?

You got the money?

You got the fuckin' yeyo?

You got the fuckin' money?

When it came down to it...

Mama Love was the real gangsta.

What the fuck?

Ooh, ooh, Papi, you talk too much.

Get the yeyo, let's get the fuck out of here.

The first lady kingpin in the history of SoBe...

South Beach, Florida.

They got married and got on some Bonnie and Clyde shit...

for at least six years.

At least, that's what I heard.

I barely knew either one.

I was alone all the time.

Developed a slight disciplinary problem.

Fuck A.D.D.

I had A.D.D.D.D.D.D.D.

My pops' right hand was this cat named Biggis.

They grew up in Philly together.

He's basically known for knockin' niggas the fuck out.

He fought professional for a hot minute...

got a couple of belts.

Biggis hated everybody...

except me and my family.

What are you doing, Loco?

He kept me safe my whole life, though.

You want to tear shit up, huh?

Huh? You gonna step? Put your hands up. Come on.

Can't step up? Come on. Come on.

You need to put your hands like this.

Come on! Come on!

OK, you win.

There was so much yeyo in South Beach...

you have no idea!

It was everywhere.

My parents were so wrapped up in the game...

no matter how much I fucked up...

I never even got a beating.

Then, one morning, everything changed.

Biggis never put me on to the whole story.

He said it didn't matter.

They were both gone and never gonna come back.

You OK, man? Come here.

Over the next 16 years, Biggis was always there.

Biggis! What the fuck?

Happy birthday, kid.

My man... a pea shooter?

Biggis damn near raised me...

kept me out of trouble, showed me how to hustle...

put money in my pocket...

and the occasional semi-automatic weapon...

in my hittin' hand.

Man, I have fuckin' rims that cost more than that.

Bottom line... Biggis was my only family...

and I loved him.

Now, around my 18th birthday...

Biggis put me on to this new dude...

El Plaga... The Plague.

He was off the yelzabar...

and if he wanted something...

he was just gonna take the shit.

I was the spokesperson...

public relations nigga. You figga deal me?

Whoever El Plaga wanted to meet...

he'll tell Biggis...

and Biggis will send me out...

and I never even met the nigga.

But 'cause I was fuckin' with him...

wherever I go in the 3-0-5...

my name would ring bells.

Miami was my personal playground.

Business was so good that a mid-level nigga like me...

was makin' kingpin paper.

I was runnin' around clippin' birds...

feedin' pigeons...

like El Pollo Loco! What!

That was my downfall...

my only weakness...

the one thing Biggis, El Plaga...

no one could save me from...

bitches.

I had a stable of dimes...

one for every day of the week.

You don't love me, nigga.

If you loved me, you wouldn't call me Tuesday.

If you loved me, you would call me Missy.

That's my fuckin' name, and you call me Tuesday.

You call my house and you ask for Tuesday.

You see, the trouble started...

when my Tuesday bitch wanted the Friday slot.

And I gave it to her!

I moved Friday to Saturday...

then Saturday started beefin'.

The point is...

no one can fuck you like someone you're fuckin'.

I was enjoying my Friday night when it happened.

Yo.

Hey, Boo, it's Missy.

Who?

Tuesday!

Tuesday? What the fuck is up?

It's not your day of the week.

I'm just callin' to tell you I'm not gonna make it next week.

But don't worry...

'cause you're gonna be locked up by then anyway.

Enjoy prison, you stupid motherfucker!

And that's all I needed to hear.

I got the money, cleaned the crib...

and got the fuck up out of there.

The bitch set me up. But that's all right, though.

The crib was clean.

Before the cops knew what hit 'em...

I was on my way to Philadelph-i-a.

You figga deal me?

Spent some time in Queens.

But Philly was in my blood.

El Plaga wanted me to go out there...

check out this new boss, wanted some heavy work. Heavy.

Fast, slick-talkin' type of nigga.

You ever heard of the Dame, nigga?

Yeah, I know that nigga.

Well, El Plaga wanted me to go out there and check him.

As a matter of fact, he wanted me...

to go out there and check every-motherfuckin'-body...

plant some seeds, get some trees there...

branches, leaves...

take over the whole grass plant. You figga deal me?

El Plaga was right about Philly's untapped potential.

Dame nigga was the only nigga...

who really put on some real scrilla.

I understand all that.

But why the fuck they call that nigga El Plaga?

'Cause he gets into the system...

shut that motherfucker down like it's a virus.

You figga deal me?

You want some Jell-O?

Nah.

El Plaga hooked me up with this botanica...

know what I mean, on the South Side.

I got the homeboy Freeway to run the spot.

It was like we was legit.

Cops were paid...

and for at least three months, nobody fucked with us.

I was about to go back down to Miami.

I got some info on who killed my parents.

But before I could even pack my bags...

fuckin' raid, by some other cops.

What you runnin' for?

Freeze! Show me your hands!

Is there a problem, officer?

I was definitely set up.

Who you with, the trench coat mafia?

They busted in with the K-9 unit looking for it.

I had the coke baked into these Virgin Mary statues.

They were supposed to be untraceable.

But Rover had a strong nose. Figga deal me?

We got something here.

He got a taste of El Plaga's finest!

What's this?

It's money.

Bingo.

Bingo.

That dog must have felt like king of the world...

for about five seconds.

Jesus.

There's a lot of money in these religious statues.

I think I'm in the wrong business.

You should get a colonic.

Colonic. I'll give you a fuckin' colonic.

Read these scumbags their rights...

and get these pieces of shit out of here.

All right, I want everything bagged and tagged in here.

By the numbers! Everything is dirty!

Bag and tag everything!

I lost 900 fuckin' grand.

El Plaga was pissed.

Philly was scared to touch him.

Free got an 8 to 10 on some prior shit...

and I lucked out with a 3 to 6.

You ain't never find out who ratted?

Nah, but when I do, the whole familia lays down.

We got to get in line.

Fucking rat ass niggas, man.

You know, the only thing worse than a fuckin' rat...

is a faggot.

Shit, at least you got a hearing coming up.

I can't do shit out this motherfucker.

I kind of think we could do something to work that out.

Yeah?

I told you, El Plaga ain't no joke.

Once he find out I hit you with the brick...

and then you ain't snitched...

it could be good news for the both of us.

So, what's up with this El Plaga nigga?

What he got, like, the D.A. Or something?

Don't worry about it.

Get your crew to help us out, and he'll definitely look out...

put us both back in the game.

That's what's up, man. Whatever you need, fam.

Just livin'.

Poverty.

I was forced to do the wrong move...

but I've learned my lesson...

during the time I've been in here.

You know, I got a craft.

You Spanish, so you figga deal me, right?

Boricua?

Parole boards are hilarious.

Little incident with Beans actually helped me out.

Worked up a couple of fake tears...

told them about missing my 4-year-old son.

Twelve days later, I was out.

I'll start all over.

And I don't even have a fucking son.

And my kids.

Beans plugged me in with the ABM set.

I told them that before we made the deal...

I would have to give his peoples a little test run.

Make sure they could handle...

all these bricks I was about to bless them with.

So I got out the crib.

Biggis was there as usual.

He told me El Plaga was going to give us...

80% of the whole Philly connection...

and then pull some strings to try to get Beans out.

He wanted to thank me for never snitching on him.

How can I snitch on a motherfucker I never even met?

Anyway, point is, after all this time...

me and Biggis were back like we left somethin'.

Meanwhile, back in my world...

Baby Boy and D-Nice was running the show.

Fuck that.

The tension was getting too high.

Loco was the perfect cure.

I told Loco how to deal with Baby Boy...

'cause, you know, he a little loco hisself.

And I told Baby Boy if this nigga was for real...

and y'all won't fuck this up, he might can get me...

back in the streets in a couple months.

Now, remember the garage with all the weed?

You know, where I got my first body at?

Crazy-ass Baby Boy bought the spot...

and made it the new ABM hangout.

Hey, yo...

one of y'all niggas know Baby Boy?

Chris and Neef.

I usually ain't mess with young bulls.

But these weren't your average little young bulls.

I mean, these dudes was totally different.

They was little Gunz.

I know you have it.

See this shit? Go get whoever the fuck you want.

You little bastard.

I'm tired of you little motherfuckers...

coming around here. Go get your fucking 0-8.

I knew there was something special about them...

when they took over Fat Stevie's block.

And they was about, what, 14, 15?

- This motherfucker right here? - Yeah.

And my man Chris...

he handled that shit like a grown man.

Who block is it now, pussy?

I was hitting Chris and Neef 5-0 bricks...

when they was, like, 16.

And the whole time they was hustling...

they was going to school.

I mean, like, they was really fucking going to school.

Nah, fam. I don't know no Baby Boy.

Well, a friend of mine said I could find...

Baby Boy over here.

Oh, yeah? What friend would that be?

Beans, nigga.

Nah. Wouldn't say Beans, playa.

Well, figga deal me on this.

If you happen to fall and trip and bump into the nigga...

let him know El Pollo Loco came through.

Feliz Navidad.

El Pollo Loco?

Yeah, OK, Papi.

What'd he say, Loco?

Get yourself Pollo Loco?

Yeah, man, this clown here.

Oh, yeah? Oh.

Oh, man, well, if it ain't the infamous El Pollo Loco.

What's up, playboy?

I'm Baby Boy. What's the situation?

Hey, what's up, man?

- This is Biggis right here. - What's up, dawg?

Hey, I thought you was Spanish.

Nigga-Rican... black and Spanish.

Yeah? So, what bring y'all through here?

Check this out, man. Why don't you hop in the car...

we'll go get some bacalao, some arroz con pollo.

Get you right.

Figga deal me, we get you a gordito.

- Come on, man. - OK. Yo, I'll be right back.

I'm gonna holler at my new friends, a'ight?

- Yeah. - I'll be back.

You know, I love these guala-gualas.

Yeah. We'll send him back...

with a lot of arroz con pollo in his system.

Figga deal me?

Loco explained the situation to Baby Boy.

The first thing he had to do...

was pick up a package that belonged to El Plaga.

That's all he said.

He didn't say who they was supposed to get it from...

or how they was supposed to get it.

Only thing he said was that the package was stashed...

in a bathroom at this burger joint.

Keep the car running, gun.

You know what to do if something happen.

- Oh, yeah, I got you. - A'ight.

The package is at the burger spot in Philly.

Now, don't take these niggas for suckers.

Watch your back.

When you get that package, bring it straight to me.

Do not open it. Don't fuck with me.

You pull this off...

I'll probably get your boy back on the street...

and I'll throw you some real work.

Yo, Rudy.

Yo, Fanlan!

Yeah, yeah. What's up, baby?

Yeah. Can I help you?

Yeah, what's up, man? What you need?

Yeah. What you got good back there?

The hamburgers is good. They're handmade.

You want a hamburger?

All right, give me a burger.

OK. A burger, coming up.

Rudy, you got a bathroom, man?

It's right there.

All right.

Hey, yo, how about your burger, man?

I'm cool, fam.

Hey, yo, pard, come here. Let me holler at you.

What the fuck y'all want?

Come here for a minute, dawg.

Fuckin' holler later.

Gotta go.

Goddamn, fam, y'all could've told me...

we was running into some shit. We get to the spot.

Motherfuckers shooting at us and shit.

What the fuck is that about?

It's all gravy down, nigga. Good job.

Where the package at?

What? Your package?

Who the fuck do he think he is?

El Pollo Loco.

I put my life on the line for this nigga...

and all he want is his package.

Man, fuck that nigga.

The package, nigga.

Yeah.

Here's your package, fam.

You lucky I ain't look in that shit, nigga.

Now, we can take care of that for your man Beans.

Let's get down to business, though.

It's all there.

Yeah. We need 90 grand in two weeks, man.

Hold up.

Now, who the fuck is this nigga?

Biggis. Now he want me to pay him...

for the shit that I stole? Man, fuck him, too.

Let me get this shit right, fam.

You mean to tell me we gonna pay you...

90 grand off the shit we just took?

Off that shit right there?

Now, I've been with Biggis for oddeen years.

He almost never blows his cool.

But the one thing that always gets him heated...

is saying the same thing twice.

What the fuck I just say, card?

Biggis hated to repeat hisself.

Two weeks, man.

You can keep the bag.

Now, who the fuck these niggas think they is?

Man, fuck them...

and fuck everybody.

Matter of fact, fuck you.

You know what, D?

I'm gonna murder one of them niggas right there.

I'm gonna murder one of them niggas right there.

And just like that, it was back on.

Regardless how wild or crazy my crew appeared...

man, the one thing we always knew how to do was hustling.

So, Baby Boy, D-Nice, and the Young Gunz...

got all our people together...

and once again, we flooded the streets.

I mean, everything was moving.

1,000, 2,000, 3,000.

Man, we back, nigga.

They can't count us the fuck out now.

Yeah.

This is what the fuck I'm talking about. We back.

Hey, yo, you move the slowest shit.

Get the fuck out of here, nigga.

Getting this money is what the fuck I'm doing, nigga.

Hello?

Loco, nigga.

Yeah, I know who this is. What's up?

You got that bread next week?

Next week? Nigga, you can have it tonight.

Matter of fact, wait till tomorrow, El Poco Loco.

This nigga funny as shit, man.

- Clown ass. - Yo, man, funny as shit, man.

This is what I'm about to do.

I'm goin' back to the block and get some more of this money.

This ain't no money, man. This is their money.

I need my money. Huh?

- Where you going with that? - What the fuck you mean?

I see a nigga with a hundred something grand.

Nigga, you out your rabid ass mind.

Where y'all burners at?

You know niggas got caught up, had to toss them burners...

- Cut it the fuck out, man. - Are you serious?

Beans was right. His crew was true hustlers.

Baby Boy told me he had my 90 grand five days early.

Apparently, El Plaga was real happy when he heard that...

but he still wanted me to holler at the Dame nigga.

I been in Philly for four years.

I still ain't want to meet this nigga.

But El Plaga figured if I hook up with him...

then there'd be no one standing in my way...

so I paid Dame a little visit at his spot.

My name is Dame.

My good friends call me...

Dame.

Some of my other friends call me...

Young Fresh to Death...

'cause I love to pop tags.

I'm the head of The Umbrella.

If you ain't under it, you're gonna get drenched.

I came up on the streets of New York.

We were crack broke...

not even a pair of decent kicks.

Psych, I'll always be fresh to death.

You see, I got this problem.

I'm addicted to getting money.

I need all the dough.

Some call me greedy.

I call myself a cakeaholic.

So I do all kind of things to make all kind of money.

You should already know I'm a super duper big cat...

so of course I pick up...

about a hundred of them things from the airport...

and I do it in style.

I got the baddest chick on the planet...

delivering it to me.

She'll do anything I say... a real soldier.

I tell her what to do, and she does it...

no questions asked.

She loves me to death.

Hello? You going to make me carry the bags by myself...

all that way, motherfucker?

First of all, you promised me a G-4...

not a Challenger.

I might as well be flying coach.

That's, like, a thousand dollar fine right there.

And second of all, that freeze-dried food.

You better be taking me to Mr. Chow's...

for some squab right now...

because that shit was disgusting.

And by the way, look at my boots.

These are my favorite boots.

I got water stains on my boots...

because that dumb ass flight attendant...

spilled Evian all over my boots.

That's two more grand for the boots.

You know what? Step your game up a little bit.

You're taking me shopping.

Nice to see you, too. Get the fuck in the car.

Now, to the average dude, that alone would be enough...

but I'm not lazy.

Tell them I want my money by Tuesday.

Like I told y'all, I'm addicted to getting money.

So, I hit a select few with a couple of burns at a time...

but also break them down brick by brick.

There's some key, halves.

There's some quarters. There's some eighths...

ounces, half-ounces.

I even cook the shit up myself...

because I got to get all them extras.

I chop it up, bottle it up.

You see it, right? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Pass some dimes, nicks, tres...

two for fives, even two-dollar bottles.

If I could, I'd pitch them shits myself...

but there's only 24 hours in a day...

and there's only one Dame.

You see, I'm an executive, a businessman.

Some even call me a CEO.

And in my international quest...

for greatness and worldwide domination...

you know I couldn't do it alone...

so I have a lot of ill crews...

set up in a lot of different places.

Man, pull over.

What the fuck is that?

Now, the Dip Set ran Harlem for me...

bein' young Juelz Santana...

What?

Stupid.

Jimmy Jones...

He's buggin'.

And the leader of that clique...

Stupid.

Cam'ron.

And like any good Harlem crew...

they handled their business with style and class...

sophistication...

and above all, they were very subtle.

Close the trunk.

Oh, yeah. Did I forget to mention...

they had a love for the color pink?

And my crew up in Brooklyn was called MOP...

the Mash Out Posse.

And they weren't very sophisticated...

but they got the job done.

In Chicago, we had different kind of hustlers.

We had Kanye West and the Kan-Men.

Now, they did things with a little more finesse...

you know, an intellectual approach.

Here in the neighborhood...

we called them trendy, fashionable thugs.

For a sting on my international grisly...

and in my quest for greatness and worldwide domination...

it only makes sense for my arms to extend to the UK.

I got with a crew called SAS.

They did things the UK way.

Hello? Who's this?

Oh. Oh, yeah, that thing.

Yeah, all right.

Let's go.

Hey! Stop!

What's going on?

Lovely weather we're havin'.

And don't think just anybody can get under this Umbrella.

Number one, you got to be a cakeaholic just like me...

meaning always stay on the grisly.

And number two, don't take any shit.

Always be thorough.

And number three, I would suggest...

you stay fresh to death and always pop tag...

because you will get teed.

Yo, cabinet face, get the fuck out of here.

Look like... look like...

Whoopi Goldberg tongue kissed him.

Yeah. She had a seizure yesterday.

Feel like a witch doctor put a curse on him.

He look like Michael Jackson got blown up with a Pepsi.

He look like Ziggy Marley's little brother.

Teddy Pendergrass' bodyguard.

He look like a Cabbage Patch voodoo doll.

If you front with me on anything...

never take my light-heartedness for weakness.

Man, suck my dick.

Don't worry. I can take a joke.

Now you look like a dead voodoo doll.

So, anyway, as I said before...

I'm a cakeaholic.

My crew's cakeaholic.

We love to get money, and we love to have fun.

We don't take no shit, and it's death before dishonor.

Win by all costs.

Be scared of no one.

And that's the Umbrella.

You're either under it, or you're gonna get drenched.

No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Holler.

Hey, Big Figgitty.

What up, Dame?

You know my man Winky?

Nah.

He'll knock you the fuck out.

You got to be out your fucking mind.

I'm 30 and 0 in the fucking street.

So I paid Dame a visit at his spot...

told him who I was and who I worked for.

He played it cool, but I could tell he was interested.

El Pollo Loco.

El Pollo Loco?

El Pollo. But it's all gravy, dad.

I heard that.

I work with El Plaga. You figga deal me?

El Plaga?

Yeah, El Plaga.

Old Slithery.

That's a posito on that jump-off.

I really don't talk business after 8:00.

Yeah.

Look like you jump off after 8:00.

Well, I'm with all that, you fly motherfucker.

Hey, we some fly bum-ass niggas.

I'm going to get with you another time.

OK, my nigga.

Tell Slithery.

Use your peoples, too.

Some Miami cat Loco...

told me El Plaga could help me take over Philly.

I told him I already had Philly.

But then his man came back the next day...

with an offer that did sound interesting.

They got something that belong to El Plaga.

You get it back, he'll give you other work.

Know what I mean? There's the address.

So, let me get this straight.

I'm going to send my boys to pick that up for El Plaga...

and your man going to give us a hundred of them things...

at 10,000 a clip?

What the fuck I say, card?

Don't open the package.

You just going to let him stare you down...

like that, big man, huh?

I was on my way to meet the boy Loco...

to give him his little 90...

and you won't believe what the fuck happened next.

Man, get the fuck outta here!

Ain't this a bitch?

Gentlemen, gentlemen, good evening.

How y'all doing?

You all right?

Nigga, you serious?

Think you gonna rob us in a pink fuckin' robe?

Nigga, you out your fuckin' mind.

A'ight, y'all. Don't kill me tonight, fam.

Do right.

Give me the fucking bag.

Give me the fucking bag, George Jefferson.

You gentlemen have a good night, man.

Give everybody my love from the West U Crew, man.

I'm gonna count this green money in our pink SUV.

Good night, gentlemen.

Get the fuck outta here.

A'ight. OK.

Get the fuck outta here. Get the fuck...

Who the fuck, man?!

Yo, I can't believe this shit, man!

We just got knelt for the whole 90!

The whole 90, man!

Y'all know who the fuck it was?!

Who was it?

Them Harlem niggas work for Dame.

- How you know it was Dame? - Nigga, how I know...

Y'all see that pink fuckin' robe flying around there?

Ass whup that nigga! Yo, man, I'm gonna mur...

We in the hole for 90!

Man, I'm gonna shoot everybody I see, man.

Cool the fuck out, man. You know damn well...

we need to holler at Beans before we do anything.

Holler at Beans?!

Beans got 15 to 30! Nigga, what the fuck...

We ain't gotta wait for the nigga to come home.

We can holler at him, see if word came through the jail.

Came through the... Motherfucker, nigga is you...

D, you ain't movin'?

You ain't movin', D?! You ain't... Fuck that!

We in the hole for 90... You ain't movin'?!

Fuck y'all, nigga! Get the fuck...

Listen, I got him. Cool out. I got him.

May I help you?

- Collect. - And your name?

D-Nice and them should have known better.

Beans.

I knew about Baby Boy's stick up as soon as it happened.

See, when you in here...

you hear everything that go on in the street.

Sometimes even before the street know.

What the fi-diddy-duh?

Collect call.

- Collect call? - Yes, from Beans.

Beans? Hell, no, I ain't accept no collect call.

I ain't allowed to associate...

with convicted fe-di-delons anyway.

Nigga.

Better have my money.

Now I got a beef with Loco...

beef with whoever we robbed...

I still had beef with Dame...

beef inside my crew, and 90 fuckin' grand missing.

Whoa, slow your roll, fam. This is Beans' phone.

Damn, my bad, yo.

Tryin' to call my baby moms, man.

Man, get the fuck outta here, man.

Faggot.

Yeah, nigga. Yeah, you know what it is.

Come on, get up on here.

You ain't packin' that shit, nigga.

Huh? You ain't... What's that?

You got more money? Oh, you a baller.

Somebody callin'. He gettin' robbed right now.

Get your ass...

When you down 90 grand and ain't got no work...

what else you supposed to do?

You rob. You rob everything in sight.

No questions asked.

Shit, that's what the fuck I did best anyway.

Shit, I was scrapin' up paper on every block.

36 hours straight. I ain't get no rest.

I had to get that 90 Gs up or we was over.

You dirty motherfuckers bet somethin'.

- What y'all bettin'? - 290.

Even your man Mr. Calm, Cool, and Collected...

D-Nice was bugging out.

He caught himself getting back rollin' dice...

he ended up losing his cool a little bit.

Here's your number, nigga.

Shit, owing niggas money get under that nigga's skin.

Young is there smokin' that g-spicer all motherfuckin' day?

Like we don't owe nobody no paper, huh?

That nigga's crazy, man.

How much is that?

'Scuse me, it's about 9 grand I brought.

Nigga, that ain't shit!

While you been out stickin' up crap games, nigga...

we been sittin' on Dame for like three days now.

He ain't never lied. Doin' all our homework.

Takin' down every license plate...

followin' this nigga's bitches...

my bitches gonna fuck with him.

License plates and your bitches, huh?

That nigga's funny as shit.

Oh, look...

Hello?

Loco. Have my bread in 15 flat.

- A'ight? - Yeah, a'ight.

Pollo Loco still want his paper.

He say we got 15 hours.

See, as far as I was concerned...

that nigga Loco was doing us dirty the whole time.

Didn't matter. I'm-a kill him anyway.

What happened?

I don't know, my man.

He supposed to get you out.

He's supposed to...

but my lawyers, man, we ain't heard shit.

Now, Beans, you know you can't trust no lawyers.

Man, all that shit bullshit, man.

Yo, you think that nigga El Plaga...

really got it like that?

I know he do.

Why you still in here, man?

You used to work for that motherfucker.

If he wanted me out, I'd be out.

When I was runnin' with Loco, ain't nobody fuck with us.

But somebody set y'all the fuck up, though.

And whoever that was, I pray for him.

Man, this nigga act like...

El Plaga really got it like that.

"And if he wanted me out, I'd be out."

And this nigga layin' up in here with me.

But you know what?

The very next day, my lawyer came to holler at me.

He told me that the D.A. That prosecuted me...

and the judge was disbarred for accepting payoff money.

Now, how fucking crazy is that?

And just like that, I was out.

Man, they opened up those gates and I was gone.

They didn't give me no P.O., no house arrest, no monitor.

None of that shit.

That was good money, too.

'Cause with all the bullshit that was going on...

with my crew and Loco and them...

shit, I had to make moves...

and I had to do it myself.

'Cause it was about to go down...

and I knew the only one that could fix it was me.

What's 2 plus 2?

Four.

Good girl!

Hold on a second.

What are you calling me for today?

Don't you know it's Daddy-Daughter Day?

Meet me at the spot. I'll explain.

Call your people, man.

All right, let me get this straight...

Don't even try, guy.

All right, all right. Later.

What's 1 plus 1?

Two.

Now, being that I did that thing for El Plaga...

you know, got him back his little 90...

I mean, I could have gave him that.

I was just waiting for them...

to tell me where to pick up my work.

And then your man Biggis calls me...

and tells me to meet him at 5 A.M.

I mean, something about this just doesn't sit right with me.

Hey, listen, do me a favor.

Meet me around the corner about 25 minutes.

You're not taking your jacket, boss?

No. Thanks, though. He's a great driver.

Great drivers are hard to find these days.

I mean, this shit just seemed a little fishy to me.

The math just wasn't adding up.

So I do what I always do.

Surrounded myself with some people I respect...

on an intellectual level, of course...

went down to the club...

drank a little Armadil, and kicked it with my crew.

Nicole Wray, look how cute you are.

What do I gotta do to get you to sing for me?

I'll sing a little later, a'ight?

I'll get back at you.

Why don't y'all get a drink?

I'll be over there in a minute.

I'm gonna go talk to my crew.

All right.

Don't touch me in public.

You know, lately, I been buggin' out.

You know, all I can think about is getting money.

I mean, I think I gotta see my therapist.

At first, I wanted to be a millionaire...

and I did that 10 years ago.

Then I felt like I wanted to be a billionaire...

and I could see the light...

but now I think I want to be a quarter of a trillionaire.

You know what that is?

That's $250 billion.

I'm sittin' at the table...

kickin' it with my crew, talking about the only thing...

interesting more than myself, which, of course, be my money...

and my international quest for greatness...

but sometimes when I start talking about...

myself and my money, my mind starts to wander.

You think I'm cute?

You're adorable.

And then I start doing the math...

for these series of events that just happened.

This shit's just not making sense.

Do you mind if I see your feet?

You can see hers.

Fuck!

First, I had this really important meeting...

interrupted by some bullshit.

What?

Yo, Dame, we got robbed.

What? What do you mean we got robbed?

And they took my money?

Nah. The work in the bathroom.

All right. I'll be down there in a minute.

Carlos wimped.

See, the first thing that was buggin' me out was...

I don't get robbed. Trust me.

Then this guy Loco shows up outta nowhere...

talkin' shit like he's somebody I need to know.

El Pollo Loco.

El Pollo Loco?

El Pollo, but it's all gravy, dad.

Whatever.

The next day his man comes to my place of business...

and offers me all kinds of work.

I give you the work, know what I mean?

Was it real? Should I even consider it?

I don't know.

Just let me get this straight.

I'm gonna send my boys to pick it up for El Plaga.

And your man gonna give us 100 of them things...

at 10,000 a clip?

Can a kid afford to turn all this money down?

I don't think so.

So I did a think-through.

I didn't really like the way the Biggis nigga spoke.

He was one disrespectful motherfucker.

What are you calling me for today?

Don't you know it's Daddy-Daughter Day?

Meet me at the spot.

I mean, the 5 A.M. Drop-offs ain't really my steeze...

but whatever to that.

This whole situation is startin' to fuck with my emotions...

and y'all know I hate an emotional roller coaster.

I put too much money...

into therapy and anger management for this shit.

Real fishy shit is going on.

I mean, they told me that if we did that thing...

you know, that thing you did for me, Jimmy...

you and Cam?

You know, Jimmy did that thing...

they'd give me 100 of them things at 10 a pop.

It sounds too good to be true...

but, you know, I gotta chase that.

I gotta get that money.

But they might be comin' through...

'cause I don't like my emotions fucked with.

So I'm gonna go check them niggas out.

Anything look strange, just fire. Fuck that.

Remember what we did with the ABM.

That was fun.

So, I just need y'all to watch my back...

for a quick second.

Just watch out. 'Scuse me.

Shit. I forgot somethin'.

You know, I really don't mind if y'all touch me in the club...

but, you know, for your own protection...

you know, girls get jealous, they want to fight...

fuck our night up. Know what I mean?

Follow me, girls.

Oh, my God!

Come on, man. Some nigga shot my driver?

I must be on "Punk'd" or somethin'.

Nigga shot my driver?

What kind of sick, demented, twisted, motherfucker...

shoots a driver?

What kind of nigga shoots a driver?

I might've been confused before.

Now I'm confused and pissed.

Aw, man.

I been in plenty of beefs and made lots of enemies...

Sick motherfuckers in this world.

But far as I knew, there's only one motherfucker...

that hated me like this.

Left me a note with it.

"First of all...

"I want to apologize for being out of touch for so long.

"These past few years of my life have been real fucked up.

"But you probably already know that by now.

"See, man, fuckin' with you...

"I lost almost everything.

"Anyway, I'm sorry I left.

"For what it's worth, I think about you every day.

"All I want to do is see you die.

"You can understand that, right?

"But here's the best part, so pay attention.

"'Cause if you're readin' this, it can only mean one thing.

"I'm out."

As soon as I got out, I called D-Nice.

Told him to have the whole crew waitin' for me at the spot.

We had a lot of shit to clean up...

and we had to do it fast.

But first...

I had a very important meeting to take care of.

- Daddy! - Hey!

Where your mommy at?

Yo, he get out?

Yeah. He went to go see his daughter.

Then gonna see his P.O., and then probably get some ass.

Won't be back for a while, man.

What time we gonna meet the hyper funny nigga?

- Big Boy? - Baby Boy.

Yeah. 5 A.M. At the shop.

You a'ight, man?

Yeah, I'm all right.

I know the motherfuckers better have that bread, though.

Yeah.

Tired of sittin' around waitin'.

I don't know how Biggis does it.

I'm sittin' here losing sleep off the money we owe El Plaga...

and he's playing with video games.

It's like nothin' ever got to Biggis.

He was always too cool.

I gotta crawl up out this motherfucker, boy.

What you want to get to eat?

IHOP or some shit like that.

Y'all want to get some grub?

At this point, I didn't give a fuck who I shot.

I was squattin' outside Dame's spot...

waitin' for anybody to come the fuck out.

Far as I was concerned, all them pussies owed me money...

and whoever came out...

I was gonna give them niggas the business.

I'll kill these motherfuckers.

What you doin', man? Chill out, motherfucker.

Listen, Beans got out, man.

Man, I don't give a fuck.

I been sitting there squatting these pussies the whole time.

Listen. Cool out, cool out.

Not in front of the pussies. Beans is out.

What?

He out, man. Come on. Come on, we out.

- What the fuck? - Come on, we out, man.

You draw right here.

Who is it?

Man, who the fuck is that?

Man, open the fucking door.

- Yeah, man. - Oh, shit. That's Beans, yo.

A'ight. I'll call you right back.

Beans? Get the fuck out of here.

What's up?

- What's up, Baby G? - Welcome home.

Welcome home. What's up, man?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever. Sit down, man.

Sit down.

God damn. Look at this place in here, man.

What the fuck is y'all doing?

We gardening, man.

What the fuck is this?

Y'all sell weed now?

Just trying to get back.

This shit's a fucking zoo.

Throw that shit away, man.

Where the fuck is D-Nice and Baby Boy?

Man, them niggas running around reckless.

Both of them niggas been drawn on for real.

Yeah, Baby Boy, he real, real fucked up.

D-Nice just went looking for his lil' ass.

Supposedly went to Dame club.

Dame club?

And that nigga Loco keep calling on some shit.

We supposed to meet him at 5:00.

I don't know what's up.

Y'all niggas is crazy, man.

This shit fuckin' nasty in here, man.

Like a real fucking crack house.

What the fuck is this?

That's the work.

The work?

Your boy Pollo put us on the job.

We robbed the niggas, and they got us selling the shit.

We thought you sent work.

Pollo?

And then it all started to make sense.

El Plaga was right about Philly's untapped potential.

Loco was setting me up from day one.

Shut that motherfucker down like it's a virus.

He was playing me like a PS-2.

I think we could do something to work that out.

Yeah?

I told you, El Plaga ain't no joke.

Loco?

Loco. Pollo. Whatever the fuck...

- Papi, man. - Papi.

You see this shit?

Do you know what this is, this Umbrella shit?

What is it?

This is Dame's shit, man. This Dame's work.

- Dame? - Dame?

Y'all don't even know who the fuck y'all robbin', man.

Y'all niggas is fucking crazy, man.

Y'all thought I simple.

Get Baby Boy on the phone, man.

Matter of fact, give me the phone.

I'll call him.

This shit...

I'm Baby Boy.

This nigga need to answer the fuckin' phone.

Give me your gun, man.

I'm gonna go get this fucking nigga, man.

Somebody kill this nigga.

Yo, clean this shit the fuck up, too, man.

All this shit.

It feel real good to come home to, man.

Motherfuckers is triflin'.

Close that fucking door.

Close it.

You know, you a disrespectful motherfucker.

Don't you know you fucked my night up?

I had three bitches with me.

You think I'm scared of that husky shit?

The only thing stopping me from blowing your fucking brains out

is my anger management.

I mean, you come home from jail...

and the first thing you do is fucking kill my driver?

Man, what the fuck is you talking about...

kill your driver?

Nigga, I ain't kill your fuckin' driver.

Yeah, and I guess you got your punk ass man Baby Boy...

to rob my burger joint, too.

Yo, Dame, we got robbed.

They took my money?

Nah, the work in the bathroom.

You left a fucking note, genius.

Man, I ain't write this fucking letter, man.

Is you crazy?

Yeah, Baby Boy robbed you...

but he ain't know who the fuck he was robbing, man.

All he was doing what the nigga Loco told him to do.

Yeah, you probably never heard of Loco...

but you heard of El Plaga, right?

Yeah, I heard of El Plaga.

Supposed to meet him at 5:00.

Yeah, well, Loco and El Plaga's the same motherfucker.

I mean, I ain't know it was y'all we went to rob...

but I was happy when I found out.

See, what you ain't know was when you was robbing us...

you was taking your own fucking money.

I bet you your man El Plaga told you...

you'd do a favor for him...

and he'd do a favor for you, right?

They got somethin' that belong to El Plaga.

You get it back, I give you other work.

Know what I mean?

Well, let me tell you something, man.

These niggas is playing us, man.

He trying to get both of us to take each other out.

Don't do it to yourself, "B."

Nigga, calm the fuck down.

Yo, Baby Boy and D-Nice just showed up.

Yeah, all right.

Hurry up off the phone. My arm's getting tired, man.

You might have to come and calm him down.

Yeah, I'll be there in a minute.

All right.

Man, do what you want to do.

I got a meeting with Loco or El Plaga at 5:00.

I guess I'll see you there...

genius.

By the way, I could've blew your fuckin' head off.

How the fuck I'm gonna get home? I ain't got no driver.

Yo, put the drinks down, man.

It's about that time. Y'all ready?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Get y'all guns, man. Meet me in the car in 5 minutes.

Bring extra clips, too.

You don't talk about it.

You don't plan for it.

You just tell your crew to strap up...

and it's on.

You just tell your crew it's on...

and it's on.

- What's up, y'all? - What's up?

I need y'all to take a ride with me down to the botanica.

Meet me in the van in five minutes.

Oh, yeah. Bring your guns.

Yo! Yo, what time is it, yo?

Oh, shit.

5:30.

Yo, slime, this is some bullshit, yo.

Baby Boy was supposed to meet me at 5:00...

and me and my niggas is real impatient.

Another five minutes, and we gonna go get his ass.

Whose fucking car is that?

Loco, stay here, stay here, stay here!

Fuck that.

Before I knew it, the whole ABM crew was there.

Everybody... they was all buggin'.

Bullets everywhere.

We shoot, they shoot. They shoot, we shoot.

Fucking bananas.

Hey, what the fuck you doin', Beans?!

To make shit fouler, out of nowhere...

the Dame dude pops up with a truck full of niggas.

Niggas standing there side by side...

arch enemies.

Beans, I could blow your fucking head off right now.

You do know this, don't you?

Yeah, all right, nigga. I wish you would.

I'm going to take care of this Loco motherfucker...

then we'll see what's up.

Aw!

Aw, shit, man. You hit, man.

Come on, we got to get the fuck up outta here.

Come on.

Shot after shot, clip after clip...

and not a cop in sight.

This shit makes no fucking sense.

Yo. Put him in the car...

and meet me around the corner in five minutes.

He gonna be all right. It's a flesh wound.

You knew I could've had you, right?

You couldn't have had shit.

Yeah, I could've had you.

Fuck!

Beans, what the fuck, nigga?

You shootin' at me?! You're a maniac!

Then why the fuck you set me up all this time, man?

- You fucking snake! - Who the snake?

What the fuck type nigga I look like settin' you up?

Nigga, if you wanted to see me, nigga...

you could've seen me in jail!

No way! If I wanted to see you...

I would've got you in jail, nigga!

I'd be there like you!

Instead of fucking passing it to you!

Nigga, you ain't gangsta, nigga! You's a bitch!

Nigga, I was born gangsta...

and you set me the fuck up, man.

El Plaga!

That's El Plaga?

I ain't fucking El Plaga, nigga!

I know there ain't no fucking El Plaga, man.

You don't think I know who work we robbed...

the nigga ass Umbrella?

You got us going at each other so you can take over, huh?

They thought I was El Plaga?

I never even met El Plaga.

Well, what them niggas talking about?

Unless he was always around the whole fucking time.

Yo, Papi, dead that shit, man.

Who work was it, yo?

Who work was it?

Who you think hooked up you and Beans?

You wanted a connect in Philly?

At that moment, in-between bullets flying past my melon...

I started to see the whole picture.

It was Biggis. It had to be.

He was pulling the strings since I was locked up.

He probably got me and Beans together...

in the first place.

He planned it from day one.

The motherfucker set that shit up from the inside.

I need you to do me another favor.

It's for a friend of mine.

You heard of El Plaga, right?

They call him Beans. You know him?

Fuck him. Whatever you need.

Good.

Here's what I need you to do.

Yeah. Biggis was slick. Fucking devious.

Tell your boy if his guy does that thing...

we'll have him out by the end of the month.

All right, then. I'm going to let Salaam know.

I'm sure he'll be happy.

Ever since I got out the "P" now...

Biggis has been trying to get me to start a war.

With Beans and Dame out of the game...

he could take over the whole fucking city.

It's not just me he was using...

Beans and Dame, too...

playing us all.

Biggis always said there was a lot of work in Philly.

Who fucking work was it, yo?

They gonna come to me...

with some Dame and Umbrella type of shit?

Fuck that, nigga. I raised you.

You're like my son.

I never told him about the Umbrella...

and I never knew the drugs at the burger spot...

belonged to Dame.

Biggis told me it was El Plaga's shit...

and we were taking it back.

How far back did this shit go?

Was it at the botanica with Freeway?

Let me get this straight.

The drugs are in the statue?

What the fuck I just say, dawg?

Don't worry about it.

Did this shit start on my easy with the Tuesday bitch?

Have fun in prison, you stupid motherfucker.

You happy? I said it.

Shut the fuck up.

Does this shit go back even further than that?

He was using me my whole fucking life.

El Plaga.

You hear that?

You hear that?

I think we should get the fuck out of here.

I ain't waiting here, man.

Can you give me a lift to my car?

I'm kind of around the corner.

They should pull up any second. We wait right here.

All right.

Holler at me, man.

Yo, what's up?

I ain't seen you, Jack. You good?

Yeah, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good.

What's up with Chris? He all right?

Nah, man, he good, man. He only took a leg shot, man.

All right.

What's up with them niggas Dame and them?

Man, that shit was crazy, man.

We all shooting at the same fucking thing.

Yeah. The nigga right here.

He right there with you right now?

- He right here with me. - Man, cut it the fuck out, man.

He in the car with me, no bullshit.

Man, let me speak to the nigga, then, man.

Yo, say something to my man.

Tell him I said, "What's up?"

Man, you's a funny nigga, bull.

Yeah, that's my new best friend, man.

For real, though?

Yeah, everything's good.

- Hey, you know what? - What's up?

I'm thinking we should throw him a party.

- Seriously? - Something crazy.

Yeah, an extravaganza. Bananas.

Straight up.

We should throw him a surprise party.

They going to do a number...

They showed the both of us, I guess.

This is my personal...

Hello?

Motherfucker, let's go shopping.

Don't stop and talk to no boys, OK?

Be good, all right?

Now, what should I do with y'all little...

Now, what should I do with y'all little...

Now, what should I do with y'all little greasy asses?

Go crazy.

I ain't supposed to be laughing.

I don't even understand that shit you...

Shit like that.

Yeah, baby doll.

From the heart... la corazon.

Yo, Fanlan.

Yeah. Yeah, hold on, man.

Hold on. Stop everything. I forgot.

What are we doing again?

Here's your chips, baby! Yeah!

Oh, no.

Sorry. Cut.

Do both of us or just Juelz? I'm sorry.

He'll knock you the fuck out.

Cut.