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(fizzing light bulb)

(dog barks)

- Dog, that bitch Mellany ass so fat, you hear me, dog?

Boy, it's on, my nigga!

- Here you go with this Mellany shit again.

Mellany, Mellany, Mellany.

- Bro, she's got a little sister for you too,

I'm gonna put the play down, we good.

- A little sister? - Yeah!

- Man, nigga, fuck all that shit.

You need to be worried about what we got going on right now.

- It's on, my baby, we gonna get to this money.

That's gonna come regardless.

Here's the dog right here.

- Dabo, right?

- Yeah.

Took all day, do you?

- Moving around a little bit.

- You got that piece?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Here.

- Money in the trunk, my nigga.

- Okay.

(dramatic music)

(taps)

- Pop this trunk, baby, I ain't got all day.

- Go ahead, pop that shit, bro.

- Run me everything, fat boy!

Start the car, bro.

(sex sounds coming from bedroom)

- [Mellany] Oh, baby!

- [Dabo] Whatever.

- [Mellany] Ooh, just like that!

- [Dabo] Yeah!

Shut the fuck up!

- [Mellany] Oh, baby!

- [Dabo] Shut the fuck up!

(heavy Knocks)

- Yo!

- [Dabo] I know that shit can wait, my nigga.

- It's Vic.

- [Dabo] I don't give a fuck who it is, nigga,

tell the nigga he can call me back.

- Bro, it's Big Kunz!

- [Dabo] Damn!

Hold on, baby.

- Hello?

Yeah.

You know we've got that shit.

All right.

- Hey, hold on, what did he say?

- Shit, he say he'd be ready for us in a minute.

- Okay, okay.

Let's get this money.

- Yeah, matter of fact, we're gonna hit that shit

and just tell 'em that's how we got the shit.

(sigh)

- Fuck it, I'm with it - My nigga.

- Eh, but Vic will looking out though.

- Yeah, whatever, shoot,

run to the store and grab some of them Steinbecks,

and I'm gonna go finish tearing this little pussy up.

- Hold up, this is my spy, I know I can fuck this--

- Dabo, what is taking so long?

- Chill!

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

(dramatic music)

- Niggas outside, cuz.

- Shit!

- Damn!

- Dog, what the fuck was that

They killed Mellany!

- Nigga, is that nine piece still in the whip?

- Yeah.

- Shit, I'm about to go make this motherfucking play.

Meet me at my girl house in like 30 minutes.

- For sure.

- This is Mellany Smith, she was shot,

and we need to find out who did it,

and we need to find out quickly,

before more bodies start dropping on the streets.

- Why?

- Because this is Bolo's niece.

(dramatic music)

(rap music)

♪ You know it's on! ♪

♪ The first time I'd seen a brick ♪

♪ I went crazy ♪

♪ First time I seen a bill ♪

♪ I moved 80 ♪

♪ The first time I put a milli-mil ♪

♪ I lost 30 ♪

♪ The first time I seen a nigga tail ♪

♪ He got murdered ♪

♪ There's rules to this shit ♪

♪ You've got to follow them, bitch ♪

♪ Dog, I'm on a paper chase ♪

♪ I ain't following bitches ♪

♪ Who run the K up in the safe? ♪

♪ Some whores are swallowing it ♪

♪ I know the fears of dedication ♪

♪ They'll follow it ♪

♪ That's why I stayed behind tent ♪

♪ When I ride around lit ♪

♪ 36 in the stash ♪

♪ And I ride around stick ♪

♪ I got workers in the trap ♪

♪ I don't ride around, bitch ♪

♪ I'm a boss I've got shooters with some 100 round clip ♪

♪ I've seen a million on a minute farm ♪

♪ The plug called said I've got to get 'em gone ♪

♪ I've copped a 100 on a minute farm ♪

♪ A nigga placed an order then you know it's on ♪

♪ I've seen a million on a minute farm ♪

♪ The plug called said I've got to get him gone ♪

♪ I copped 100 on a minute farm ♪

♪ A nigga placed an order then you know it's on ♪

- What!

(she talks under her breath)

Hey, baby.

- Hey.

What 'cha reading?

- I should be reading Hell Waits for Dummies 'cause,

baby, I can't understand nothing

that's going on in this book.

- You're the smartest girl I know, you'll figure it out.

- You know what, I don't even care if you're lying,

'cause the fact that you're just so encouraging,

that counts.

I love you.

- I love you too.

- So, how was crime stopping today?

- Tough.

Tough day.

- What happened?

- What are we doing it for, Janine?

Hmm?

We're not making no difference, what's the point?

It's not gonna stop!

- Baby, you come from a long line of cops,

so it's in your blood.

You're doing this because you want to do it,

and to honor your sister.

You know it's worth it.

(club music)

- So you ain't seen any of Dabo, man?

- Not since they came here at the crib.

- So where the fuck is the work at?

- Dabo still got that shit.

For real, Vic, I had no where else to go,

so I came to you.

Bolo's been on some shit since his niece died.

- That was Bolo's niece?

- Nigga, yes.

I know he gonna try to kill me when he catch me.

- Check this out, all right.

This is what you want to do so you can get

all the way out of this bullshit.

You're gonna have to go to the nigga Bolo directly.

- Nigga, what?

- Calm the fuck down, hombre.

Look, this is what you're gonna tell him,

you were at Luger's spot working,

the spot gets shot up on a retaliation on Luger,

and his niece got hit in the crossfire.

(sighs)

- All right.

- But look, whatever you do, lil bro, don't mention me.

- Money.

- So what d'you say happened?

- I don't know, we were at the spot,

on the ground floor.

- Make that nigga drink, homie.

The military has no constant form

just as water has no constant shape.

Lift that nigga.

So who was there?

Me, Dabo, Mellany and the shooters.

(dramatic music)

- So you know who shot my niece?

- No, I ain't never seen these niggas before.

- Make that nigga drink.

- Tire them by flight, cause division among them.

Lift him!

(heavy breaths)

Who's spot y'all was in?

- Luger, man.

- That nigga's thirsty as hell.

(gun shots)

- Rick's here.

How long you got left to be here,

'cause I wanna go shopping?

- I'm busy.

You wanna go shopping?

You fucking and cooking tonight, for sure, for sure.

You know what?

Take this little shit and disappear.

- What is this?

- Bitch, if you don't take that shit

and get the fuck out of my face.

Didn't I tell you I'm busy?

- I don't know why the fuck

you put it in a rubber band anyway!

- What's up, my nigga?

- What's the deal, boy.

- Shit, man, same old.

- What's happening, man,

I know you've got some good news for me, dog,

this time, baby.

Here you go.

- Appreciate you, my nigga.

Not really, though, man.

Shit, same old shit, man, you know what I'm saying?

I'm trying to put this shit together with Dabo.

- I thought your man Luger was plugged.

- I mean, dog is, but, you know, you got lying here

really wanting to get some money right now.

You feel me?

- So what that, we ain't supposed to get no money?

- Man, I even can't tell you, man,

I just get it how I get it, you know?

But, look, there's my feel it now piece

on the floor if you want it.

- Yeah, I want it, you know I want it, I need it.

- Okay, say no more.

Look, I just got to get with Lil Cee and Dabo, man.

These little motherfuckers ain't been

answering the phone all motherfucking day, man.

As soon as they answer the phone, I've got you.

What 'cha mean Lil Cee?

You must ain't heard!

Lil Cee got shot earlier this morning.

Damn, what?

- I don't know what happened,

or nothing like that, but, err, dude definitely got his.

- Damn, dog, that shit crazy 'cause I just called

to speak with Dabo like three fucking times, man.

This nigga ain't answering the phone, man.

I ain't think nothing of this shit though.

- Yeah, I ain't heard nothing about Dabo,

but, err, your man definitely got his.

- Damn, eh, man, let me get with you,

let me see what the fuck's going on, dog.

- All right, man.

Be careful out here, my nigga.

- Yeah.

- Eh, let me know about that nine, too,

if you get it man.

- Yeah, I got you man, be smooth.

(thumping bass music)

- Eh, tell chef to hook me up with the wings,

with the lemon pepper, and not that liquorice shit either.

- I know, he'd be watering it down during happy hour.

- That's what I'm saying, man.

Hey, who was the old girl

that was working with you the other night?

- Tya, little rat bitch from the East?

You know, you could fuck off a little 1800

and a blunt.

- You can.

That's it?

- Ugh!

- I know I be trippin' sometimes, sis, my bad.

- What's up, bro, good?

- What's up?

- Shit, chillin', man.

- What's the problem with you?

- Shit, man, just came from around the way,

hollering at Eastside Rick.

You know, Eastside Rick, right?

- I've heard you talk about him.

- Yeah, look, my man over there going crazy.

The boy got breakdown spots like dispensaries

scattered all through that bitch.

Now, look, his plug guarding all the numbers he doing

so he tags me, that's were me and you come in.

Now, I already know what you're going to say,

so, look, how about you let me put it all in a bag,

I go over there, do my one two step,

and, boom bam, get everything popping,

and then we back to the bases.

What d'you say?

- I don't know, V.

(groans)

- Bullshit, man.

Come on, dog.

- You know, I've been taking a lot of losses lately,

and shit, man.

Really ain't trying to spread myself short.

Plus, you know, they just ran up in Roy's shit, too.

- What 'cha mean, they robbed him?

(dramatic music)

- Police!

Stairs!

Stairs!

- Freeze!

Freeze!

- Freeze!

Hey!

- Hey, freeze!

Hey, stop goddamn it!

(dispatch over the police radio)

- Captain, how you doing?

- All right, so what do we have?

- Found a little bit of drugs, couple of handguns,

but, that's it, nothing major.

- Okay, so we'll bag 'em,

and get the ballistics run on those.

Where's Roy?

- Shit, he jumped off the roof.

Looks like these two are gonna have to take the fall.

- Let me see if I understand this correctly.

I have five guys, five!

Two perps, and one gets away?

I came here for Roy.

I want Roy!

Find him!

- The roof?

- The fucking roof.

- Ah!

(sports commentator on TV)

- 15 to two.

- It's crazy.

- The Tigers, man, bums.

- What's crazy, landed on his feet, no scratches,

no nothing, just got up and ran.

That's strange.

- Nah, that's nothing.

I jumped out windows higher than that,

landed without a scratch.

- So why didn't you jump out that one?

- Nah, no, no, those days are long behind me.

I was young and dumb then.

- Young and dumb.

Let me ask you something.

Do you still love to serve and protect?

- You know, I kind of lost that fight in me a long time ago.

It's just not the same thought process as it used to be.

- I mean what happened?

- Well, you know, when you first arrive on these streets

you wanna be a hero.

You wanna protect the neighborhood.

You feel like single handedly you could save these streets.

So when you begin, you attack.

I mean, you attack hard.

And you go after and take down every drug dealer,

every rapists, every murderer.

I mean, any criminal out there,

you throw them under the jail.

There was a time I didn't care if the crime

was something as small as jaywalking.

I wanted justice.

The justice was for the betterment of the people.

You know, time goes by,

less and less cases that get solved.

You know, you start to realize something.

These people, they want better,

'cause they can't see better.

So, for me, to protect and serve, as you say,

is a waste of my time.

And that's what it is.

I'm gonna take a leak.

Hey, Bret, why do you still do it?

- Give it some time, the question will answer itself.

Sooner or later,

you're gonna be doing it for the same reason as me.

(sports commentary)

(footsteps)

- Victor, how's your day going?

- Same old.

Talk to me, tell me something.

- Question is, really, what have you got for me?

- What the fuck you talking about?

I already paid you for this month.

What you trying to do, suck me dry?

Eh, wow, no homo!

Isn't that how you say it?

- Look, man, you know I can't get

caught out here with you, man.

Talk to me, what you got?

- Look, money's been a little tight last couple of weeks,

I don't know, you got somebody new on the streets

I might be able to shake down, get a little juice off?

- Let me stop you right there.

Now I told you, I don't play the game like that.

I don't mind giving you money

to keep me in the loop of law enforcement,

but I will never, look at me,

never give you anybody out on these streets.

You know better than to even ask me some shit like that.

- Street code, right?

Nah, I get it.

Tell you what, I do have something for you.

I got this story for you.

The other day, my partner and I,

we ended up in this high speed chase.

This guy is flying in and out of streets,

weaving in and out, flying like a bat out of hell.

We end up getting him cornered.

(police sirens and car tires skidding)

- Get out the car!

Cut the engine off first!

Cut the engine off!

- Get out of the fucking car!

Get your fucking hands up.

- Cut the engine off!

- Get out of the car!

- [Bret's Partner] Throw 'em out the car!

- What the fuck is the issue?

- [Bret's Partner] Get out the car slow!

- What's the problem?

What the fuck is going on.

- [Bret's Partner] Keep your hands where I can see 'em!

Keep 'em up.

- Get out the fucking car!

- It ain't even that serious, bro.

Chill out, bro.

- Turn the fuck around!

Shut up!

- What's the issue?

Y'all niggas gonna tell me what's going on?

'Cause this is about as hot as hell.

What the fuck y'all niggas got...

- What 'cha running for, huh?

- Shit, my baby momma's 'bout to have a baby,

what the fuck you mean what am I running for?

- Bullshit!

We get him out of the car.

I search the car.

You know what I end up finding?

Nine ounces of cocaine.

- Nine ounces.

- Holy shit, right?

- So I end up going through his pockets,

I look through his phone.

I see his got five missed calls from the same person.

Five.

You know who they're from?

You're not gonna believe this, you.

So I know this is yours.

You owe me, Vic.

You owe me.

See you next week.

(car engine)

(rap music plays from the car stereo)

- What's up, boy?

- Yeah, my brother.

- What you up to?

- Chillin'.

- Chillin'?

- You missed it, dog.

Niggas ran in there and I jumped off that porch.

Could've replaced me with Jackie Chan off Rush Hour.

Not lying!

- What if you'd broke a leg, or something, nigga?

- You know I do all my own stunts, dog.

You know that!

- This is to always starting out, baby.

- Speaking of that, I've got a little change for you.

- My nigga.

- You don't that.

- Appreciate that shit.

- I took a loss with that little shit, but,

you know me,

I'm gonna bounce back quicker than a dribble.

- You know how that go,

real niggas take losses and bounce back.

Thug niggas take losses and run off with the work

and go broke.

- For sure.

- But I appreciate that shit, nigga.

You know, I got a big bag for you if you need it.

- I'm already hip.

I've still got a little work at the crib,

I'm gonna try to run through that,

then I'll be on you.

- Get on it, let me know what's up.

- All right, cool.

- Be cool, nigga.

- You know it.

- Oh, before you're late.

I heard about that lil fifteen, dog, on your head.

Be careful out here man,

you know, niggas be playing for keeps.

Get at me, though, I'm out of here.

- My nigga.

- All right, baby.

(rap music from the car stereo)

- Looks pretty big.

- So you're just gonna throw the fucking money

in the dope like that.

Is it all there?

Hey, look, when we done bagging this shit up,

I need you to take this shit

around the corner to cousin, they out.

- You crippled or something, why you can't do it?

- Let me think.

Because I fucking can't!

You gonna do it.

And why the fuck is you smoking around

this fucking dope like that?

How many times I told you about this shit?

- Shut the fuck up!

- All I'm saying,

in a minute you're gonna be ruining the carpet.

And now you go flick ashes on my motherfucking--

Hey, go get a fucking ashtray.

Please, and fucking thank you.

God damn!

- Fuck your fat ass.

- Shit, man, whores ain't got no fucking manners, man.

I take her out the ghetto and this is the thanks I get.

- What's up, V?

- What up, man?

- So what's up with Jackie Chan,

he give you all of those chips he owes you, or what?

- Yeah, but fuck all that.

- You know I found out who ran into our spot, right?

- Oh, yeah?

- Lil Cee got one of Dre's workers riled,

came back and shot the spot up,

little girl was in there and got hit.

- Damn, that's fucked up.

- Crazy part is they're trying to blame it all on me.

- What, hell no, bro.

- Guess the girl was related to Bolo or something,

like his niece.

- That's an angry nigga, I heard, dog.

- I got a fifteen on my head.

I mean, I know it's our spot and all, but,

I need to get in touch with that nigga,

tell him I ain't had shit to do with that shit, bro.

- Man, like, it ain't like we no whores, or nothing,

man, but, or nigga ducking no smoke, but,

it might be good for you to just, you know what I'm saying,

lay low for a second, man, til this shit,

you know what I'm saying, cools down, or figures itself out.

- I was thinking about that, I don't know, though.

Guess I just need to see how this shit's gonna play out.

That for me?

- Yeah.

- I might use this bathroom.

Eh, Bolo don't know shit about me,

do you think Lil Cee told him about our spot?

(dramatic music)

- Hello?

What's the deal?

Nah, pull up.

I'm around here.

I know it's hot.

Pull up.

I got you, bro.

- Captain's gonna be pretty pissed about Roy.

We need to find him.

- It's been a couple of days,

I bet you he's come back to the old spot.

- Mm, you think so?

- Yeah, he's dumb enough,

I think he might come back around his neighborhood.

- Yeah, must of 'em do.

- We'll take a couple passes on Springwell,

maybe hit Gardener.

Guarantee he's gonna come out, 20 bucks says it.

- You know how we be lying around this bitch.

Nah, they've been around but we sweet,

don't even worry 'bout it.

I'm walking out right now.

I'm out here waiting on you.

Bring that little money for the half too.

All right.

All right, bye.

(police radio dispatcher)

- You gotta be shitting me.

- Is that him?

- That's him, sitting on the porch.

- Told you, man, 20 bucks.

Find this motherfucker.

(dramatic music)

- Here we go, baby, don't run, don't run, don't run.

- Hit the lights.

- He's gonna run.

(police siren)

- Oh, shit!

- Hey, stop!

Hey, freeze!

Stop!

Stop!

Freeze!

- He go inside?

- Yeah.

Watch 'cha step, watch 'cha step, watch it!

(pulsating dramatic music)

- Motherfucker got away.

- Nah, he's gone.

- You slick motherfucker.

Just got to hang in there, all right?

- All right.

(footsteps on creaking floorboards)

- Damn.

How does the motherfucker get away?

I've got something for your ass boy.

I'm gonna get you.

- Where the fuck you going?

Don't move!

Don't fucking move!

- Told you I had something for your ass, didn't I?

Didn't I?

Turn your ass around!

- You know, Roy, the other day, you know what I saw?

It was a crow fucking a pigeon.

I guess that's what prison, that's what it'll be like;

big bird fucking a little bird.

(laughs)

Cap, we got him.

I think he's ready to talk.

- Mm!

Let's go.

Mr McCoy, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you,

and, with your priors,

I know you know what you're facing, right?

15 years!

That's 5473 days.

- 5475 days, to be exact.

- Oh, I'm sorry, but what's an extra two days, right?

I mean, who's counting?

But, I was told you wanted to chat

about adjusting those numbers.

(dramatic music)

- What's your offer?

- Depends.

Depends on what,

or, should I say, who you're offering me.

- [Roy] 15 years, huh?

- 15 years!

(sighs)

- I can give you Luger.

- Un-cuff him.

(she mutters under her breath)

(door knocks)

- This nigga.

- What's up, baby?

- Hey, what's up?

- Come on, man, you're gonna have quit acting so damn funny.

- You need to start answering your phone at night.

- What ya saying, you know I'll be going in early and shit,

I can't always answer my phone at night.

- I got this strong feeling you're playing house

with one of these whores.

- Huh?

- If you were single,

you'd be answering your phone every time I call.

- I'm gonna start answering my phone every time you call.

How about that?

- Whatever.

What does your thirsty ass want to drink?

- Give me some of that weak ass Kool-Aid.

(dramatic music)

(door creaks)

(gun shots)

(gun shots)

(gun shots)

(gun shots)

(dramatic music)

- Eh, what's good?

- Whore ass niggas caught me slipping with this bitch

and got to bustin' 'em.

- Where?

- In the hood.

- Where at?

- Like, 20 minutes ago.

- Fuck, man.

Listen, dog, I told you to fucking lay low, man.

Not to be on some whore ass nigga shit, dog.

But this nigga Bolo's a serious nigga.

We gotta take this nigga--

- Nigga, you think I'm 'bout to be running around ducking

and hiding in the hood I make motherfucking money in, nigga.

Fuck that!

- Nigga, I ain't telling you to run and hide, man.

All I'm saying is lay low for a minute.

Look, bro, 'cause on some real shit,

this shit's beyond the point of y'all niggas

sitting down, talking it out.

Plus these niggas don't bullshit.

- Nigga, I don't bullshit too, nigga.

(dramatic music)

This your man's?

- Yeah.

- Well, we at war, at any motherfucking cost.

(cocks gun)

(rap music)

♪ You know it's on ♪

♪ The first time I'd seen a brick ♪

♪ I went crazy ♪

♪ First time I'd seen a bill ♪

♪ I moved 80 ♪

♪ The first time I put a milli-mil ♪

♪ I lost 30 ♪

♪ The first time I'd seen a nigga tail ♪

♪ He got murdered ♪

♪ There's rules to this shit ♪

♪ You've got to follow them, bitch ♪

♪ Dog, I'm on a paper chase ♪

♪ I following bitches ♪

♪ Who run the K up in the safe ♪

♪ Some whores are swallowing it ♪

♪ I know the fears of dedication ♪

♪ They'll be following it ♪

♪ That's why I stay behind tent ♪

♪ When I ride around lit ♪

(fizzing light bulb)