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(electricity crackling)

- Ha, man, dawg, you was really scared?

- So damn funny?

- Man, this nigga girl cousin let Murder lay hands to her,

so we had to go lay a demo on him.

Now he terrified!

- Oh, it's his first time?

- Yeah, he's spooked.

- OK, you all right, young dawg?

How you doin'?

- I'm all right.

- Just a little paranoid?

That's a'ight, man, you'll be a'ight.

(tense music)

(gun bangs)

(tense music)

(sad music)

- dawg lived.

- Who, the Murder nigga y'all talkin' about?

- Yeah.

- Oh.

Now you got a problem.

My advice, stay strapped, young dawg.

All times.

Watch your surroundings.

You're in that gangster shit now.

But you'll be a'ight.

? Know it's on ?

? The first time I seen a brick ?

? I went crazy ?

? First time I seen a bill ?

? I moved 80 ?

? The first time I put 'em in the mill ?

? I lost 30 ?

? The first time I seen a nigga till ?

? He got murdered ?

? And there's rules to this shit ?

? You gotta follow them bitches ?

? dawg, I'm on a paper chase ?

? I ain't followin' bitches ?

? Who runnin' K up in the safe ?

? Them holds'll swallow a nigga ?

? I know the feds'll bend the case ?

? When they be followin' niggas ?

? That's why I stay behind tint ?

? 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 got shooters with some hundred round clips ?

? I'm in a meeting on the minute phone ?

? The plug call, say I gotta get 'em gone ?

? I done caught the hundred on the minute phone ?

? A nigga place a order then you know it's on ?

? I done see the minute on the minute phone ?

? The plug call, say I gotta get 'em gone ?

? I done caught the hundred on the minute phone ?

? A nigga place a order then you know it's on ?

- Dawg, man, y'all can take everything out the bathroom,

everything in my pockets, man, just don't shoot me, dawg.

- Man, you know what the fuck happened to Murder.

- No, I don't know what the fuck y'all talkin' about.

- You get money with Jojo, right?

- Nah, I just get money with that nigga, man,

but, I don't know anything about nothing, man,

I swear on everything, bro.

- The fuck up?

- Jock, my baby, dawg.

Come on, man, what is this?

You know me--

- Put your motherfuckin' hands down.

- Come on, man, like, come on, man, like,

you know me, man.

We grew up in the church, man.

Your grandma know me, man.

Like...

- Let him go.

- Thank you, man, dawg, I love you, bro--

(gun bangs)

(gun bangs three more times)

- Baby, look, I know you got a lot goin' on,

and it's hard for you right now,

but I really just wanna make sure that you OK.

- Yeah, I'm good.

These niggas know better.

Somebody gotta pay for this shit.

- You right, somebody do gotta pay.

But not just anyone.

You can't just go out there runnin', killin',

and shootin' people, like...

you gotta at least know who's involved!

- Yeah.

And when I find out who involved, they dead.

Then we even.

But until then, anybody I think got something to do

with this shit die.

- Jamie, that's not the way to go about it.

Like, just relax, think.

Who did you and Murder even have problems with?

- Only person we had problems with, we handled that shit.

Some little weak-ass nigga named Jojo.

- Are you talkin' about Nickel's Jojo?

- Who the fuck is Nickels?

- Just some nigga that be always comin' to the bar.

Now, tell me, like, what does Jojo look like?

- Some ol' light-skinned albi, short-lookin'-ass nigga.

- Oh my god!

That is him!

- The fuck you jumpin' up all hyper and shit for?

The fuck, you fuckin' one of them niggas or something?

- Hell no!

Jock, don't start that shit.

Look, them niggas always comin' in the bar,

and I always hear all these crazy-ass stories about Nickel.

- The fuck do Nickel got to do with this?

- Baby, if you and Jojo had a problem,

and you handled it like you say you did,

now you have a problem with Nickel.

Jojo was his brother.

- [Man In Black Jeans] What's good, playboy?

- What's good, fool?

- Man, niggas really tried to get down on my boy!

- Yeah, them ho-ass niggas tried, didn't they?

- Ain't nobody sayin' shit?

No one did shit?

- Nah, man.

But you know as soon as a nigga get word, it's goin' down.

- I ain't never worried about that.

You know how we get down.

I meant to tell you though, I heard about Pops.

Why ain't you say anything when I came home,

Pops' back was fuckin' around, bro?

- Man, I wasn't about to burden you with no bullshit.

- Nigga, we family.

Ain't never no burden.

So how long you gonna be down and out, man?

Need to put some money back in our pockets.

- Not for too long, man, you know me.

Right back to it.

I just want to make sure Pops comfortable

and out the way, you know?

- Shit, yo, I know.

The same thing for Grams.

- I need you to take this.

Here you go.

Sweetie, you need somethin'?

- Nah, I'm good, Miss.

- You sure?

- I'm positive.

- All right, you OK?

- Listen, man.

(Mumbles) Shit's cool, bro.

But we need to move over to the blow game, my nigga!

Nigga, I been home long enough to know,

that's where the bread at!

- You know I ain't fuckin' with that, man.

- (Mumbles)

Nigga, I know Dog fucked up your whole family.

But it's time for you to get your payback.

And for us to get rich off that shit.

Say Tank your people, right?

- Yeah.

- There we go!

That nigga so turnt off that shit right now.

I know he'd give you a sweet ticket, fool.

Yeah, heroin?

That's the move, bro.

- Damn, Pops.

Hate to see you like this.

You remember that one time when I was in 11th grade,

and I introduced you to that girl, Laura?

You looked at her one time, pulled me to the side,

and said, "son, she's a slut."

And for sure enough, she was friendly with that pussy.

Caught her ass red-handed, cheatin' on me, Pops.

Hurt my motherfuckin' feelings, too.

But you the one told me.

"Get over that shit.

In due time, it'll heal."

And just like you told me, Pops.

In due time, it'll heal.

You gonna pull through this shit.

- Shut your soft ass up, man.

Boy, Stevie Wonder could have seen

that bitch was gonna cheat on you.

- Man, you know I was in love with that ho, man.

I ain't gonna lie.

I was blind, dawg.

- Yeah, nigga, 'bout blind as a bat!

Said the nigga she was cheatin' with was long and thick

as a cobra, too.

- Man, you on some homo shit.

But I see you feelin' better, bro.

- Yeah, man.

This ain't shit.

I'm a'ight.

Just worried about this guy, man.

- Pops's a soldier, dawg.

He gonna pull through this shit.

- I hope so.

- On some other shit, bro.

I found out who did this shit to us.

- Word?

- Hell yeah, man.

Jojo's people.

Some nigga named Nickel supposed to be his brother.

- Nickels, huh?

- Yeah, man.

But you ain't gotta worry about that nigga, dawg.

As soon as I found out where he be, he good as gone.

I put that on my mama, dawg.

Anybody who I feel like got somethin' to do

with this shit is dead, dawg.

I got Mookie and Booby and them out there

on they shit right now.

(tense music)

Booby, who the fuck is this?

- [Booby] It's Nickel's punk-ass nephew.

(tense music building)

Where the fuck is your uncle at?

- Bro, I don't know.

That ain't my fuckin' uncle.

(gun bangs)

(body falls)

(phone ringing)

(phone ceases ringing)

(phone ringing)

- Dawg, why do you keep blowin' up my phone?

I mean, aren't you the one who said it was over?

- I know what I said.

I can't blame you for somethin' your cousin did though.

- You damn right you can't blame me for that.

And it wouldn't have went down like that

if you didn't put your hands on me, Tom.

- That's why I'm calling, I need to talk.

- Well, I can't talk right now.

I'm in here trying to make sure my uncle's OK.

- What's wrong with him?

(woman's voice over phone)

What up, cuz?

What?

I like hot cheetos!

Hello?

- Now you just gonna leave me on hold?

Who was that?

- Didn't you just hear me say "cuz"?

That was Murder.

- That's crazy.

- You know what?

I ain't even got time for this right now.

I'm over here with my family,

so I'll holla at you later, OK?

- Hey, Blunt.

- What's up, dawg?

- I just thought about it, bro.

What's up with that money you owe me?

- What money?

- Bro, the money from the fuckin' game, man.

- Oh, I don't got that.

- You always doin' this shit, bro!

- Man, you know that nigga ain't gonna fuckin' pay you.

- Fuck that shit, bro.

Damn.

Hey, Star, when you gonna let me fuck?

- Fuck off, nigga.

Hey, Booby, let me get another one seven.

- Man, you heard what the fuck my man said.

- Quit playin', let me get another one.

- You on some bullshit.

(gun bangs)

(gun bangs again)

(gun bangs)

- Where Booby bitch ass at?

- Oh, that ho-ass nigga, man, I blew his head off.

(gun bangs four more times)

- Come on, Jock, man, I heard you the first time.

But I'm 'bout to help my lady assist Pops.

I'mma hit you back.

You don't know her, man!

Bye, man!

- Why would you lie to that person?

- About?

- About you assisting me when you never do?

- So now you tryin' to say I don't help you, huh?

- No, you don't.

And you told another fib.

- What?

You tryin' to say you ain't my lady?

- Not that.

I might be yours in your mind, for all I know.

Who am I to take that away from you?

- Right.

I'll just speak it into existence.

- Well, I exist.

What, I scare you?

- Hey, man, who you think you playin' with?

- Little ol' me?

(chuckles)

Do you need anything else?

'Cause I gotta go.

- Nah, I'm cool.

- Oh, and that other fib.

When you told the person

on the phone that he didn't know who I was?

Well, Jock knows me quite well.

I'm great friends with Shanika.

- That's it.

- [Murder] Good lookin' on that bed, man.

Appreciate that.

Sheets were freaky as hell, though.

- Dawg, man, how he comin' along?

- He comin'.

(Mumbles) pressures, though.

- Yeah, Pops's a strong man.

Matter of time before he come around.

Look, we keep workin' together, we get him right.

But, uh, I know you heard what's been goin' on.

- [Murder] With what?

- Shit, with Jock tearin' up the area.

You know he ran up in Nickel's spot,

got into a shoot-out with them niggas and everything.

- Yeah.

Supposed to be on them, man.

You know, Nickel's ho ass let this play down, man.

Tried to kill a nigga and shit.

- Nah, I ain't know that.

- Yeah.

- Damn.

- I mean, you know, I ain't mad at him.

Just tryin' to get back for his loss.

Gonna lose his fuckin' life playin' with me though.

- Well, I guess it's gonna be what it's gonna be, then.

- Yeah, man, but fuck him.

Need a favor.

- What's good?

- You know how you never hustled the men?

When I recover, man...

I need to make some money.

I was thinkin' about fuckin' with you

and the Dog situation.

- Look, man, that ain't no favor.

Look, I'mma show you the game, man.

Don't worry 'bout that.

But, uh, we don't fuck with that Dog no more.

- True that?

- Switched up.

Go home with that bake now.

- Just poppin' up with some coke?

Tell the truth, man, I ain't fuckin' with coke right now.

It's just not clickin'.

What you need to do is,

fuck with that cat your sister fuck with, Calvin, man.

He sells coke.

- Yo, you watch too many fuckin' movies, man.

- Just always wanted to say that, man.

- Real shit.

She 'bout to get serious for us, bro.

But the bullshit and the money don't mix.

But that's your choice.

- Hey!

- Hey, Teetee.

So, how you feelin'?

- Oh, I'm good, I'm good,

I just came to check on my favorite nephew

and see how that surgery went.

I see it went well.

- Oh, yeah, it went all right.

But it's late, man!

What you got up?

- Boy, I am damn near 50 years old,

and ain't nothin' open this late at night

but miles and legs, and Teetee is too tired

to open up, baby.

- Wow.

- No, I am on my way home.

Get ready for work, get me some rest,

which is somethin' you need to be doin'

instead of worryin' about

what you gonna stick your little ding-a-ling in tonight.

- No, I ain't on nothin'.

I'mma take me a couple these pain pills

and go on and lay down.

- Yeah, you need to do that.

And I know you're tired of me repeating myself,

but you do know what these streets lead to,

and that's a dead end, literally.

- Yeah, I know.

I know.

I know.

Hey, um, I been meanin' to tell you,

I know you and my Pops got into disagreements.

But I know he appreciate everything you do for him.

- Your daddy don't appreciate me.

He just reaps all the benefits

of everything that I do for you guys.

Oh, yeah, and the mail came today.

Your father's life insurance policy?

It's paid up.

But I went ahead and I added on another $100,000

to the policy, you know, just in case.

You and I both know that that man is worth more

to this family dead than alive.

- No disrespect...

but don't you ever say nothin' like that to me.

(knocking on door)

- What's up, cuz?

- What's up, Dee?

- I brought you some food.

- Oh, man, good lookin'.

- Hey, look, I spoke to the nurse today.

And she said he gotta start eatin'.

He just not eatin' enough.

- Yeah, I know, man.

But he ain't been movin'.

I think we gonna have to take him back

to the hospital.

- No, we not takin' him back to the hospital.

He gonna start movin', it's just a process.

And plus, we all pray hard for him.

He gonna make it through this.

- Yeah, thank you, cuz.

So, with Auntie though, she been trippin'.

- Look, you already know how their relationship is.

They brother and sister

and they got their own problems

and agendas towards each other.

But we gotta stay out of that.

And, plus, I gotta do better myself.

This situation made me realize

that I really was neglecting him

over pettiness.

I mean, he always been great to me,

and I don't wanna take him for granted.

(Pops grumbling)

- I'm OK.

- Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey!

- Don't!

- Come on, man.

This old nigga be trippin'.

- I'll make you somethin' to eat.

- You ain't got that slinky on no more, man.

- Yeah, man, my shit hurt a little bit,

but don't mind.

You know niggas got shot every day, B!

- You crazy, man.

Hey, yo, hear Pops got movement.

- Yeah, he a'ight, man.

(Mumbles.)

- I bet.

Bet he been talkin' shit and everything.

- Cash shit.

- So all we needed to see was no life from him.

Now he movin'.

But he'll be back in no time.

But what up?

You ready?

- (Mumbles)

Hell yeah.

- A'ight.

Show you somethin'.

(tense music)

You ever seen an O slab before?

- No.

- Yeah.

Most niggas that do this ain't seen one either.

This right here, 36 O's.

Each O go for 1100.

I'mma give it to you for 1050.

- 1100, huh?

- Yeah.

- And it's all yours?

- Shit.

If it was, hell, I'd be trippin'.

(Mumbles)

but nah, I get my cut, the plug get his.

- Good deal.

- A'ight.

Dig this.

Any time this phone go off,

you get yours off the top.

- (Music drowns out speaker)

- 150.

(tense music)

Now we off to the races.

(police sirens wailing in the distance)

(tense music)

- [Shanika] Who is it?

- [Murder] Murder!

What up, little sis?

- What up, nigga?

- Hey.

Why don't you put in a good word

with Alyssa for me?

- Alyssa?

Ron, how the hell you know my friend?

- You know, you always worried 'bout the wrong thing.

What you need to be worryin' about is

if a nigga gonna make her happy or not.

- Yeah, nigga, I ain't tryin' to hear all that shit.

How do you know her?

- Yo, man, you is a nosy motherfucker, man.

That's Pops' nurse.

- Oh.

Well, I guess.

I'll see what I can do.

But you know she's a good one.

- OK, and?

I'm a good nigga!

- Yeah, whatever.

- (Background noise drowns out speaker)

- His short ass in the (mumbles.)

- A'ight, bet.

J.O.!

- I been heard you come in here, dawg.

What the fuck took you so long to get back here?

- I was talkin' to Niqua, man.

- Talkin' to her about what, dawg?

- Dawg, why is you asking me all these questions?

Damn, you actually more suspicious of shit.

- 'Cause I'm just askin'!

- Man, you is a real fuckin' clown, man.

Don't nobody want your weak-ass girl, man.

Bowed-ass feet.

- You keep talkin' about my bitch

and you gonna catch these hands.

- You right, dawg.

I don't want those.

- Fuck is this for?

- Yeah, man, you know I been makin' moves and shit,

made a little clay, I wanted to bless you.

- Guess what.

I have a little something for you, too.

- Word?

- Shanika gave me 250.

I owe 120.

Bless you, man.

Bless you, man.

Oh, we 'bout to have a good day, huh?

- You know what?

I'm 'bout to have an even better day.

You know what, I found out where Dog gonna be at.

- What you talkin' 'bout, Nickels?

- Dude, I heard them niggas be right across Verner.

- You know where the house at?

- No, I don't know where the house at yet,

but as soon as I find that motherfucker,

we ridin', dawg.

- Fo' sho', fo' sho'.

Hey, I'm 'bout to move, dawg.

Hey...

(Mumbles.)

- I got you, man.

- Hey.

- What's up though?

- What you doin'?

- Oh, uh, Pops had went to the bathroom

so I thought I'd assist you for real this time.

No more fibbin'.

- Cute.

And thank you.

- Oh, no, don't thank me.

You owe me.

- Owe you for what?

- Yeah, this your job, this ain't mine!

- Fair enough.

What do I owe you?

- Time,

date,

And location.

So I can tell you how I feel.

- Hmm.

Well, the place is here,

and the time is now.

How do you feel about me?

- Whoa...

what, you thought I liked you?

Come on, man, you trippin'.

I'm talkin' about the bed.

Time.

Date.

And location.

So we can go over techniques on how

to really make a bed.

Hey, uh, for real, man, if you need to learn somethin',

you keep makin' 'em up like this,

you ain't gonna be a nurse for too much longer.

- Shut up.

- "How do you feel about me?"

- What's up, bro?

How you doin'?

- Hey, what's up, sis?

Damn, you lookin' good as hell.

- Thank you.

I talked to Luger yesterday.

- Oh, yeah?

How bro doin'?

- (Sighs heavily)

He told me to come get some money from you though.

- Shit...

Shit kinda slow right now.

But you know, some things could be arranged

if you willin' to go the extra mile for your man.

- Nigga, you got me fucked up, you clown-ass nigga.

- Don't be like that, sis!

Just keep it all in the family!

(laughs)

- Stand the fuck right there.

- Hey, B.

Let me holla at you, bro.

- What's up, little homie?

- Yo, what the fuck is this?

- This ain't my shit.

- I know!

- Fat Fred.

Where the fuck you get this from, my dawg?

- I got it on McGraw.

- You got it off McGraw?

Nigga, from who?

- Shit, yo' people.

- My people.

This nigga Fat Fred trippin'.

Nigga, the next time you see the motherfucker

that sold you that, nigga, you gon' call me, nigga!

ASAP!

- Yes.

- So what the fuck you gon' do the next time

you see the nigga that sold you that, nigga?

- I will call you.

- You gon' what?

- I'mma call you.

- Get yo' stupid ass on, nigga.

Man, gimme that shit, man.

? Fuck what you talkin' 'bout ?

? If I want it ?

? I cash it and I'm walkin' out ?

? Yo' bitch wanna find out what a boss about ?

? Took her to the suite ?

? 2AM, taught her 'bout it ?

? I sell dope ?

? Fuck ho's ?

? Rock ice ?

? Throwin' up gang signs ?

? Mob life ?

? I sell dope ?

? Fuck ho's ?

? Rock ice ?

? Throwin' up gang signs ?

? Mob life ?

? I sell dope ?

? Fuck ho's ?

? Rock ice ?

? Throwin' up gang signs ?

? Mob life ?

? I sell dope ?

? Fuck ho's ?

? Rock ice ?

? Throwin' up gang signs ?

? Mob life ?

? I sell dope ?

? Fuck ho's ?

? Rock ice ?

? Throwin' up gang signs ?

? Mob life ?

? I sell dope ?

? Fuck ho's ?

? Rock ice ?

? Throwin' up gang signs ?

? Mob life ?

- What's up, fool?

- You can sit on that couch like that if you want to,

Grandma catch you, she gon' fuck both of us up.

- Whatever, man.

- Dawg, I ain't even tell you.

- What?

- Guess who I'm gettin' ready to smack?

- Who?

- Erica thick ass.

- Man, get the fuck on.

She ain't 'bout to fuck with you.

- Bullshit.

She'll be here in 20 minutes.

So I'm gonna need you to disappear.

- You ain't 'bout to fuck in Granny crib!

- And why I ain't?

I fuck who I want, where I want.

- Let me go tell Granny what you screamin'.

- Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!

Granny ain't even here right now.

- Mm-hmm.

- You play too much.

- I knew you was gon' bitch out.

- What's up, nigga?

- Put you a little half together.

- So Dog ain't come through?

- Nah, but we fuckin' with the soft.

I'm gonna give it to you for my number, you know,

so you can get to movin' the shit.

- Mmm.

Mmm!

- Bank, ain't it?

- A'ight, bet!

- Hey, see how I look out for you?

Look out for me, man.

Get a nigga a juice or something.

I'm just gonna chill, kick back

'til Granny get back.

- Oh, no the hell you ain't!

Come on, man.

Come on, man!

Get the fuck up out of here

with your cock-blockin' ass, man.

Let's go.

Come on.

Why you ain't gone yet?

Why you ain't gone yet?

- Swear to God, I'm tellin', dawg!

I swear I am!

- What's up, unc?

How you feelin'?

I got some food for you.

I brought all your favorites,

I got fried chicken, fried fish, fried fries!

All of it.

- Yeah, I know.

Yeah, I know.

It's about the only thing you can do right around here.

- Whatever.

- You ought to take time out

to teach your cousin how to cook.

That cat is terrible!

- But he swear he so crafty in the kitchen!

I mean, y'all better watch out.

Somebody gon' die from that cookin'.

- Ain't be me, 'cause I know better.

- (Laughs)

- Damn, this how y'all do, huh?

Soon as y'all get along, y'all get to hatin' on a nigga.

- Nobody hatin'.

Them are all facts, boy.

- Exactly!

- Whatever, man.

I see you feelin' better though.

- Oh, I'm gettin' there.

I'm just waitin' on somebody's sorry-ass mammy

to bring me my pills.

- She's not sorry.

And she on her way!

Chill out.

- Oh, she definitely sorry.

And good for nothin'!

- Come on, man.

Knock it off, bud.

- You know what?

I think she out there right now.

Cuz, she said that she bringin' some groceries,

so she might need your help, fat boy.

- Well, damn!

She finally doin' somethin' around here?

Oop...

She must be gettin' somethin' out of it.

- She ain't gettin' nothin' out of it, man,

she just wanna make sure you good!

- Listen, I known this creature my whole life.

Way before you was in my nut sack.

Trust and believe, if she doin' somethin' for somebody,

there is a motive.

And if anybody know, I know.

- Whatever, man.

Let me go help her.

- Son, be careful!

You know she can't be trusted!

Chicken sure is...

chicken sure is good.

- [Woman] Hey, baby.

- How you doin', you a'ight?

- I'm good, how are you?

- I'm good.

- Oh, I missed you.

- I missed you more.

- Thank you.

- How your uncle in there doin'?

- He doin' great.

We tryin' to get him to eat some food.

(background noise drowns out speaker)

- Oh, that's good, well, you lookin' good.

- Thank you!

I try, I try.

Thanks for comin' by, thank you.

- Yeah, I'll see you later.

- All right, baby.

All right.

Love you.

- I love you too.

- All right, I'll see you later.

What the hell wrong with you?

- Fuckin' clown, man.

- Look, Murder.

We went through what we went through

and we good now.

What you trippin' for?

- "Goin' through somethin'"

and gettin' yo' ass beat is too different things (mumbles)

- OK!

He apologized!

And he promised me he wouldn't do it again.

- Yeah.

I apologize and I ain't gon' do it again neither.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- You know what the fuck that mean, man.

You got me fightin' niggas for you

to just be right back with them?

Stupid-ass little girl.

Let me go check on my Pops.

- Fat Fred.

What's good, baby?

- What's up?

- Hey, you was feeling that last shit, wasn't you?

- Hell yeah.

- This one even better, my nigga.

I told you, I keep the best shit

in the city, man.

Come on, man, give this to your people, man.

- A'ight.

- Any fat niggas you bring,

I'mma give you some extras, a'ight?

- All right.

- A'ight, bet.

Get wit' it.

- 'Sup, my dawg?

Aw, shit, man.

What, you done graduated, little nigga?

- What's the deal, man?

- You know me.

Tryin' to make a dollar out of 15 cent.

- Same.

- That's impossible.

- What's impossible?

- Me and you on the same fuckin' block,

tryin' to make the same dollar,

competin' with the same 15 cent, nigga.

- Come on, man, you know I ain't trippin'.

We always could split.

- Split?

Motherfucker, you ain't hearin' me.

Look, if I woulda knew

you was gonna be a shooter turned hustler,

I'd have just fronted you my own bag, nigga.

But since you new to this,

and I know you ignorant to a lot of shit,

let me learn you somethin'.

Any dope, soft or hard, bein' sold

on these corners come from my bag.

Nigga, and that's that.

- Take me off this bitch then.

'Cause I got my own fuckin' bag.

- 'Nough said.

(tense music)

? The doctor say I never walk again ?

? That's fucked up that them niggas shot me up ?

? They mans and never talk again ?

? Speak again ?

? Breathe again ?

? Seven times with a 'K ?

? And still here to see another day ?

? Damn you lucky blade ?

? Nah dawg I ain't done yet ?

? Got killers on the block ?

- [Man With Gun] Bitch-ass, nigga, wake up!

The fuck up, nigga.

- Where the fuck Nickel at?

- Man, I don't know where that nigga at.

- Bitch-ass nigga, if you don't tell us where they at,

I'm 'bout to blow this nigga!

- We ain't tellin' you niggas shit!

(gun bangs)

(gun bangs)

? Niggas wanna ask for a pass ?

? Like I'mma give you one ?

(gun bangs)

? I ain't gon' stop 'til the reaper come and visit, son ?

? I heard they wanna ride on me ?

- Big boy!

My dawg!

- Yeah, boy, where you been, man?

- Come on, man.

You pattin' niggas down and shit now, man?

- I'm just sayin', my baby, you be M.I.A.,

man, a nigga can never be too safe.

- Yeah, I hear that.

Nigga been workin', dawg.

What's up with you?

- I'm sayin', nigga, what's up with you, nigga?

What, you got a 9-to-5 or something?

- You're a clown today, man.

- I'm just sayin', you ain't been fuckin' wit' me, nigga.

So, you know, what?

You got another plug?

- Shit, I need to get one.

Much as you taxin' a nigga right now, man.

What the fuck, man?

Nah, man, shit, it really just kind of slowed up

for a nigga.

I just got rid of that last shit I got from you, man.

- OK, OK.

You say shit was slow though?

- Hell yeah, man.

- What's goin' on, nigga?

The fiends ain't fuckin' wit' you?

- You know my people gon' come get whatever I got.

Just I gotta cut this little beef shit

with this Murder nigga, man.

That's really slowin' my money up.

- Can't let the money slow up.

That's what that beef shit do.

Definitely gotta get our boy out the way.

- Oh, he gotta go.

You know the nigga ran up in my peoples' shit.

- Word?

- Hell yeah.

Tearin' shit up.

Soon as I left that bitch, man.

I don't know who the fuck could have told the nigga

I was over there.

It's crazy, 'cause, shit,

I ain't even know the nigga knew I was on his ass.

Definitely gotta get this nigga together now, man.

- That's the pussy nigga call himself hustler now.

Guess a nigga make a couple dollars and get brave.

- That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, man!

I'll pay whatever, whoever, just get me close

to this nigga, man.

Shit, I'll do him myself.

- I can help you with that.

'Cause I need him gone, too.

(tense music)

? Know it's on ?

? The first time I seen a brick ?

? I went crazy ?

? First time I seen a bill ?

? I moved 80 ?

? The first time I put 'em in the mill ?

? I lost 30 ?

? The first time I seen a nigga till he got murdered ?

? And there's rules to this shit ?

? You gotta follow them bitches ?

? Dawg, I'm on a paper chase ?

? I ain't followin' bitches ?

? Who runnin' K up in the safe ?

? Them holds'll swallow a nigga ?

? I know the feds'll bend the case ?

? When they be followin' niggas ?

? That's why I stay behind tint ?

? When I ride around lit ?

? 36 in the stash and I ride around stick ?

? I got workers in the trap ?

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