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[ music playing ]

? Yeah, we do it 'cause we got it ?

? Just the money and the violence ?

? Back against the wall with just the money and the violence ?

? Yo, it's just the money and the violence ?

? Just the money and the violence. ?

That's his building right there.

The fourth one from the corner?

Yeah, he usually chillin' in front of there.

If not, he's posted up in the building next to it, getting his work off.

I'm surprised he not out there right now.

Yo, you from out here, right, Tai?

Nah, I'm from Far Rock.

My sister lived out here for a minute.

That's how I started coming out here.

Oh, but that Shane nigga, that's your man, right?

I thought he was at one point,

until he started acting funny.

"Funny"? What you mean by "funny"?

Just funny. Things wasn't the same between me and him.

Now hearing how Ronaldo got robbed,

it's just startin' to make sense.

Nigga, what makes sense?

Why he was actin' the way he was.

Why he started distancing himself.

Hold on, hold on. Isn't that Shane right there?

Yep. That's him right there. Y'all gonna get him now?

What? What do you mean?

That's him right there.

I thought y'all came out here to handle the situation.

He robbed Ronaldo.

And I thought that was your fuckin' man.

I thought he was too, but I don't deal with no snakes.

After hearing about what happened to Ronaldo,

he deserve whatever he got comin' to him.

Hold up, hold up. I know I'm not buggin'.

That's the motherfucker right there.

That's one of the guys that ran up in my shop.

So what are we doin', Ronaldo?

What's good, my guy?

Ain't shit, man. Just got back from seeing my brother not too long ago.

- He good? - Yeah, he good, man.

You know, he just happy to be here.

I'm sure he is.

You know, I never really fuck with your brother like that.

That dude was just never about no paper.

All he wanna do is run around and do dumb shit for absolutely no reason.

I hope he learned his lesson from that bid.

We's just kicking it just now,

and, honestly, he the same old Barz.

For his sake, I hope that's not true.

'Cause the shit that a nigga used to get away with doing in the '90s

ain't rockin' now, but that's on him. What you tryin' to do?

Tryin' to get an eighth, and I need a big one.

A biggie? I see you putting that paper to work.

Good shit, Shane. But yo,

did you ever go cop them hammers like I told you to?

Nah, I never had a chance to.

There's nothin' around here.

But my dude in VA is on their way,

so they told me come check 'em in, like, a week.

Okay, stay on top of that.

Get yourself right while you up, my nigga.

But about that biggie, I don't got that much work on me right now.

I'll go snatch it up, and I'll come back.

All right.

[ sighs ] Fuck.

[ keys jingle ]

Yo, you said that's one of the guys, right, Ronaldo?

Yes, Chase, that's one of the dudes right there.

Yo, Tai, do you know him?

Nah, I don't know him like that,

but I know who he is. That's Miz.

Where does he live?

You finally back?

I got jammed up out of town.

Out of town? Where?

Fuckin' VT, my dude.

I ain't even know you had a situation out there.

I had a nice little situation.

Turns out one of my fiends was a fuckin' CI.

And the crazy thing about it is

that nigga was sellin' work his damn self.

So he a CI that's movin' work?

Ain't that some bullshit?

Anyway, that nigga tried to line me up with the boys,

but by the time they got up in the crib,

I was already at the tail end of my shit.

They got me, though, for a couple of grams

of some hard and some bread,

so now I gotta fight this fuckin' charge.

My lawyer said I should be good, though.

A couple of grams ain't much.

Said he'd probably chalk it up to personal use.

I hope I get this fuckin' program, though, man.

God willing. I mean, yo, I was hittin' your phone like crazy,

and your joint kept going to voicemail.

Now I know why.

They had me in the County for a minute.

Soon as I got my phone back,

I heard your voicemail, so I hit you back.

Oh, okay. But, yo, let me ask you somethin'.

You ever heard back from homie?

- Who? - Homie, man.

The chopper dude from the BX.

Nah, ain't never heard from that dude.

Everything good? Why you ask?

Nah, no reason. That little situation crossed my mind the other day,

- so I figured I'd ask. - What's good, though?

I knowthat's not the only reason why you asked to see me.

Nah, I wanted to get word to you, man.

"Britney Spears" back around.

Word? So what the numbers like?

You know what the numbers are right now.

Let me see. Like, 34, 35? Something like that?

Get the fuck outta here, man.

You know the number's, like, 40, 41 right now.

Yeah, I know. The only way you can make real bread

off the white these days is to take that shit OT, man.

I was dishin' weight for, like, 55 in VT,

and even them 15 points ain't much.

Tell me about it, Bucks.

Yo, but check it, I could hit you with that for 38,

leave you a little legroom to do what you do.

But is it you, or is it your peoples'?

It's there.

So if my peoples wanna see it, we good?

We good. It's there.

All right, so I'ma make a few calls

to see if any of my peoples need something.

I gotta make that bread back that I put up for this lawyer.

I'm tired of fuckin' taking losses.

It seems like every time I'm 'bout to bounce back,

some real bullshit happens, yo.

You know that's the game for you, Bucks, ups and downs.

- You know how it is. - All too well, my G.

But, yo, let me dip up out of here.

I got one or two more runs to make before I call it a night.

All right, do what you do, man.

Just hit my jack. Keep me posted.

All right, say no more. Good luck, my G.

Yes, sir.

- [ clinks ] - To freedom.

Yeah, nigga. To freedom.

It's a cool little spot you got here, Arch.

Word, this is nice.

Yeah, it's a cool spot. But it ain't my crib, though.

It's my mom's place. She just nice enough

to let me crash on the couch till I get on my feet.

Nigga, "nice enough"?

You her son. That's the least she could do.

Her son? Yo, Barz, I'm a grown-ass man.

I should be taking care of her.

That woman don't owe me anything.

Listen, man. These motherfuckers took ten years from your life.

Ten fuckin' years for a crime you ain't even commit.

You home, And you supposed to be jumpin' for joy

'cause your moms let you sleep on her motherfuckin' couch, nigga?

Yo, Barz, I ain't got time to be livin' in the past.

I did that the whole first year of my bid.

That anger turned me into an animal.

Damn near drove me crazy.

Promised myself I'd leave that shit behind the wall

and wouldn't bring it out here into the street with me.

I'm home, I'm free, and for the past ten years,

that's the only thing I wanted.

I mean, I hear you, man. Fuck it.

If it make you happy, I'm happy for you, nigga.

I'm happy, Barz. But enough about that.

What's up with you, though? Do you have a plan?

A plan? Oh, I got a plan.

Do me. That's my motherfuckin' plan, nigga.

Yo, Barz, I'm serious. I been out here six months,

and the one thing that I can definitely tell you

is ain't shit easy out here. You have tohave a plan.

Oh, I got a plan. I plan to get on the grind, nigga.

I'ma do what I gotta do, Archie.

Yo, listen. I can see if my job has any openings.

I can't make any promises, but it can't hurt to try.

I mean, you ain't even gotta go through all that, Archie.

- I'ma be good. You heard? - I'm serious, Barz.

Listen, nigga, my little brother, Shane,

got the block jumpin', nigga.

You know he gonna let me in. Nigga, I'ma be straight.

The block? Yo, Barz, am I buggin',

or don't you got life parole like I do?

Nigga, fuck parole, nigga.

For ten years, I was playin' by them niggas' rules, man.

Livin' by my terms now.

Your terms? But what about parole?

Nigga, fuck parole, man.

I'ma be good, Archie.

Chill, homie. I got this.

All right, man.

[ mutters ] Ah lie...!

Yo!

[ speaking Patois ]

Yo...

Yo, dog! Yo!

Tsk. Bloodclot.

Lost him, man. Yo!

Damn.

[ thumping ]

? When I wake up in the morning, first thought, "I gotta get it" ?

? I'm addicted to the money, motherfucker, is you wit' it? ?

? Let's get it, pullin' hard on the 20, run a script ?

? And I ain't gonna stop this from the start to the finish ?

? I just got a new Glock

? Man, all I wanted was a M16 ?

? And now I feel like Tupac... ?

Shane Jackson?

[ thumping ]

? My nigga, what the fuck you mean? I'ma make it ?

? Nah, nah, this inner city, check the playlist ?

? Now everywhere I go, I'm all these bitches' favorite... ?

[ knocking continues ]

? Coupla wacks up on the road, we ain't savin' you hos... ?

I'm looking for Shane Jackson.

? Heard you payin' for that pussy, we ain't payin' no tolls ?

? She had her whole mouth open like she sippin' a rolls ?

? I don't mean to bother niggas froze at the bank ?

? So many problems on a nigga, I should get me the tank ?

? Man, I'm comin' for you niggas, movin' up in the ranks ?

? Hit 'em on top of the head ?

- ? Watch the nigga go plank... ? - [ knocking continues ]

? Now I'm cruisin' through the viddy in my drop top ?

? I'm jumping in and out of box like it's hopscotch ?

? Man, they don't want me here, they want me in a box locks ?

? So we slide through with them beans feeling like Cyclops ?

? Knew you was a real nigga ?

? See you got your block lock, top shot ?

? For them niggas that's duckin', they frontin' ?

? We coming for your bitch or your life ?

? Fuck discussions, I just got a new Glock ?

? Man, all I wanted was a M16 ?

? And now I feel like Tupac ?

- ? Thug life, definition of a dream... ? - [ knocking continues ]

? My nigga, what the fuck you mean? I'ma make it ?

? Nah, nah, this inner city, check the playlist... ?

[ knocking continues ]

? Now everywhere I go, I'm all these bitches' favorite ?

? They get to frying, get to dumping, we gon' spray shit ?

? My slow flow slick like Soul Glo ?

? OT sippin' iced tea, in love with the cocoa ?

? I rock, high tide in this bitch and I'm cooking snow ?

? Whippin' it in the kitchen, we whippin' it till it go ?

? Oh, no, fuck a wallet, I stow racks in my pocket ?

? We winners fuckin' losing chasing rings like I'm Sonic ?

? I tell her I love her, man, I just wanna fuck her ?

? She don't want me, no pussy, nigga, she know that we dug it ?

? Every night we go clubbin', fuckin' hos by the dozen ?

? White boy-wasted tipsy, feeling like I'm McLovin' ?

? When I made mistakes, they took the food on my plate ?

? Told me go play it safe, well, I'm movin' the bass ?

? And I'm bringing it home, I send the wounds to your heart... ?

[ grunts ]

Oh, shit.

? M16 and gold-- boy, try me ?

? I just got a new Glock ?

? Man, all I wanted was a M16 ?

- ? And now I feel like Tupac... ? - Oh, shit.

? Thug life, definition of a dream... ?

? My nigga, what the fuck you mean? I'ma make it ?

? Nah, nah, this inner city, check the playlist... ?

? Now everywhere I go, I'm all these bitches' favorite... ?

? They get to frying, get to dumping, we gon' spray shit... ?

[ knocking ]

Let's go. We'll catch up with him.

Who the hell isn't home this early, huh?

I told you he might not be.

Guess who's buyin' breakfast?

[ rattles, thumps ]

[ whispers ] Joe, pick up.

This cake is so good.

It's all right.

Hold on.

Yo.

Joe. Joe, where you at?

I just left the club. I'm at a diner.

I'm about to leave, though. What's up?

Fuck. How long before you be home?

I'm in the city, so probably, like,

an hour, half an hour.

Damn. Um, listen, I'm in a jam right now.

You remember my boys I was telling you about?

Your boys? What boys?

The homies. They Crip-- you know, the "boys in blue."

Oh, yeah, I know what you're talking about. What about 'em?

Yeah, they came to see me this morning.

- For real? - Yeah, so listen.

Please, please, please make your way here.

I need you. I'll be at your crib.

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

All right.

- You gotta go? - Nah, I'm good. Eat your food.

How you like it?

- It's all right. - It's good.

Fuck this cold. Going inside.

[ sighs ]

Hold on. My homeboy needs somethin'.

Have a seat on the couch.

- What the--? - What?

Let me holler at you real quick.

Give me a minute. I'ma holler at my homeboy real fast.

Mm-hmm.

Close the door.

My nigga, how you have me out here for a hour and a half?

Yo, my bad, bro. She wanted dessert.

But she bad, though, right?

I been trying to holler at her for a minute. She a bottle girl.

I don't give a fuck about this chick.

I just told you what my situation was.

You still have me out here for an hour and a half?

She wanted dessert. Plus I had to drop Ray off.

Shh! You want this mixy chick in my business?

And what you still doin' with that dude Ray? I told you to watch him.

I told you, Ray is cool, he just about livin' life.

He's not with the "playing the block" shits.

All he's about is money and broads.

Don't get caught up in the lights, Joe.

Don't let another nigga's shine blind you.

Ray is a shady individual.

Him and his mans is nothing but scumbags.

There's no difference between that dude and Leon.

They all the same type of motherfuckers.

I hear you, man. But anyway, what happened?

What happened? What happened is they came bangin' on my door

early in the mornin'. But luckily for me, my mother already went to work.

So why didn't you answer the door and see what they want?

Why didn't I answer the door, see what they want?

So I can be in cuffs right now?

If they come bangin' on your door that early in the mornin',

that mean they want somethin'. They don't just want coffee and doughnuts.

But don't you think if they really wanted you,

they would have busted in anyway?

At this point, my nigga,

I don't know what the fuck they'd do.

But as far as I know, I'm on the run.

[ knocking on door ]

Hold on, Shane.

- What's up? - You seem busy, Joe.

I called myself a cab. It'll be here in four minutes.

Nah, chill. I'll be out in a minute.

No, take your time. I'm good.

I didn't know you brought me here to have me sit alone on a couch.

I could have did that in my own house.

And I thought you said we'd be alone.

We are gonna be alone. My homeboy just needed something--

Mm-mm. Don't worry about it. I'll talk to you later.

- Thanks for breakfast. - You don't gotta leave yet.

Thanks for breakfast. I guess I'll see you around

when you have time for me without your boys.

I get enough of that at the club.

Fuck!

Do you have any idea how bad I wanted this chick?

It took me forever and a day just to get her here.

Shorty's 'Gram's lit. She got 150,000 followers.

And?

And you just fucked that up for me.

My nigga, I'm sitting here tellin' you my situation

about me runnin' from the police,

and you more concerned about a "booty shot Becky"?

Her name is Rita.

Called outta work for no reason.

And you called outta work?

My nigga, what the fuck, Joe?

This don't even sound like you.

Bro, one day won't hurt. Plus, I got sick time.

Tsk. Man, I'm 'bout to go cry myself to sleep,

think about Rita ass.

- Thanks a lot, Shane. - Whatever, man.

I'm about to try to figure something out.

[ door closes ]

Hey, Rafe.

- How you feelin'? - I'm good.

Almost back to 100%. How have you been?

I haven't seen you since the hospital.

Yeah, I know. Um...

work has been pretty hectic.

I've been really busy.

I hope you don't feel a way.

I don't feel no way at all.

I mean, although I don't see your work schedule being so hectic

that it doesn't allow you the time for even a phone call,

but I guess that's just me.

You're right. Uh, I'm just makin' excuses again.

I mean...

I feel responsible for what happened to you.

I mean, if you weren't waiting for me...

Jessica, I wasn't waiting for you.

I was at the club.

That situation would have happened regardless.

As a matter of fact, it's because of you that I'm okay.

Lord knows if you hadn't come

and called that ambulance...

I knew that me getting shot must have spooked you.

It's a relief to know that you don't blame me,

but... I'm sorry, Rafe.

I think it's-- you're better off without me.

- What are you talkin' about? - I'm so sorry. I gotta go.

I gotta go to work. I'm sorry, Rafe.

Grand, what's good?

Everything on the up and up, man. We still good for today?

Yeah, definitely, man. What time you tryin' to get up with me?

My man said around 4:00,

so I'll come scoop you around 3:00

then we shoot to QU and make this shit happen.

Okay, what they tryin' to deal with?

- Like, half a jiz-zoint. That's cool? - These your peoples?

Nah, he ain't the homie or nothin', you know what I mean?

But I did business with him a few times,

and, I mean, we good money. No worries.

Oh, trust and believe I'ma have that joint with me, man.

I ain't the one to worry for.

3:00, Rafe.

I'll call you when I'm on my way. You heard?

Cool.

? Yo, Scrap. Yo, Cash. What up? ?

? Rr-rah! Rr-rah, rr-rah, rr-rah, rr-rah ?

? Gunplay, gunplay, my nigga's 'bout that gunplay ?

? Takin' no check, nigga, we headin' down them one-ways ?

? Gunplay, gunplay, my nigga's 'bout that gunplay ?

? Takin' no check, nigga

? From Monday to Sunday

? Gunplay, gunplay, my nigga's 'bout that gunplay ?

? Takin' no check, nigga

? We headin' down them one-ways ?

? Gunplay, gunplay, my niggas 'bout that gunplay ?

? Taking no check, nigga, from Monday to Sunday ?

? Gunplay, my gun spray, I'm heading down them one-ways ?

? When I'm in the car, right beside me where that gun lay... ?

[ door slams ]

? Pull out the fifth, and now y'all niggas got hat dumb face... ?

Youse ain't fuckin' with me, man.

I ain't doing shit.

Whoo. Yeah.

- [ knock on door ] - Yo, who that?

- Yo, it's Quan. - The door open.

Say what?

Got the door open, man. What's up, man?

- Man #2: What's good, bro? - What's good?

- Yo, this my homie, Sean. - What's good, boy?

Sean.

I could holler at you about somethin'?

One second. After this game. After this game.

Nah, fuck all that game shit.

I gotta holler at you about some real shit. Pull up.

Yo, Chris, man, thank this nigga Quan.

I was fixin' to bust yo' ass.

All right, but you got lucky.

Quan: Y'all niggas in this video game shit, man.

What's up, bro? What's going on?

Yo, I got a jux for you, bro.

A jux? When you know me for robbing, bro?

Nah, It ain't even like that, bro. This shit is simple.

So if it's so simple, why you don't do it?

Shorty live in my building. Plus she know my face.

That shit is adult.

All right, so put a ski mask on.

Nah, I ain't tryin' to take no chances.

Plus you ain't even from my hood.

You could come through, handle the situation, and be out.

What's the situation like?

Listen, peep-- me and the homie Sean

was in the building the other day.

So we hear shorty arguin' with her boyfriend.

She telling him, "You already got guns in my crib.

Now you trying to put bread?"

I be seein' son come through. You feel me?

He be low.

I'm telling you, that's his stash spot.

So you don't even know for sure

what's going on in the crib.

Nah, but I'm telling you, bro,

it's hammers and bread in there.

I woulda did this shit myself--

went through the fire escape and all that--

but I ain't tryin' to make shit hot.

Her nigga get in there, can't find the bread,

plus I live in the building?

All it takes is a nosy neighbor to spot me and it's over.

I don't know, Quan. I don't know about this shit.

Yo, Vel, it's a chick.

Once she see the hammer, you push her in the crib,

it's a wrap.

She givin' up that bread ASAP.

I mean, you do make this shit sound easy.

It sound like an easy move.

Yo, Vel. It's one chick. She live for dolo.

Only person come in there, in and out once in a blue is her man.

This shit is easy bread. For a fact.

I ain't gonna send you on no dummy mission.

All right, fuck it. I'm wit' it.

- That's my nigga. - Let me go and get this bread.

All right.

What's up, papi?

24 hours? Chinga'o.

If even.

That's not impressive, but it's a good start.

I'm not the one to try and impress others anyway.

How you feelin', though?

You still feeling good about this whole situation?

I'm feeling great. This is yours.

How much is this?

- 60. - Not 59?

Not 58?

59.99?

Come on, Capone. I don't play those games.

I counted that money a hundred times before I bring it to you.

I know what that type of mistake

could look like from the other end.

I'm just fuckin' with you, Miz.

You're always on point with your count.

That's part of what got you here.

Are you ready for something else?

I'm waiting on you. You tell me when.

Tell you what. I don't have time to come see you every 24 hours.

So let's step this up a bit.

Honestly, I did not expect to see you so soon.

I'll hit you up later on today.

I'll have something for you.

Just wait for my phone call.

No problem. Call me when you ready.

Later, papi.

What's good, my guy?

My guy Rafe.

Seems like the only time I can see you

is when you need some work dished off, man.

Oh, if that's the case,

then you 'bout to see a whole lot more of me from now on.

Sound like somebody had a bad day.

Who you done booked now?

Matter of fact, I don't even wanna know, my G.

Nah, that ain't the case. If it was,

you know I wouldn't be speakin' on it. You know that.

So, what? That's not the case?

Not right now. Not this time.

I took your advice, Grand.

Wait, wait, wait. Get the fuck outta here.

You mean to tell me motherfuckin' Rafe,

the wolf hisself, put the gun down?

Oh, trust and believe I ain't put no gun down.

Still got that with me right now.

Yo, ain't no need for all that, my G.

I done sold these dudes birds mad times.

They cool.

They cool?

[ scoffs ] So's the other side of the pillow, Grand,

but put that over my face and that could kill me too.

[ laughs ]

Yo, word, word, word, word. I feel you. I feel you.

I feel you. Fuck it, yo, keep it how you keep it, my G.

That's all I know. But, yo,

let's head out, man, go get this thing handled.

All right. Say no more. Let's get it.

12E...

Oh.

[ doorbell rings ]

Who live here?

This is Joe crib.

- Who? - Joe, man.

Know the brown-skinned dude I be with?

Probably know his face, but it's his crib.

Anyway, why are we here?

Why we didn't meet at your crib?

- [ sighs ] - Fuck wrong with you?

Boys been at my crib this morning.

Fuck you mean? For what?

I don't even know, man. That's why it's fuckin' me up.

Who run up in there? Task force? Warrant squad?

- I don't know, son. - Weren't you there?

Yeah, I was there. They came banging, like, 6:00 in the morning,

so I already knew what it was.

I went and grabbed my hammer, and I ran out the fire escape.

So you don't know if they flew your door?

My moms ain't get back home from work yet,

and I'm not trying to go back to the house if I don't have to.

And it's crazy, 'cause I left my bread and my work in the crib.

Shit, my nigga, I've been on the run before.

Ain't nothing sweet about that, my guy,

but you gotta do what you gotta do.

And you know I don't fuck with them boys at all.

I don't know where the fuck this shit came from, though.

Like, it just came outta nowhere.

Breathe easy, my nigga. It's the life we live.

There's up, and there's a shitload of down also.

You just gotta roll with the punches.

I get that, Miz,

but I could roll with that shit a lot better

if I knew where it was coming from.

I'm sure if you think hard enough, it'll come to you.

Don't go being paranoid, now.

Whatever it is, it's already here.

But since you ain't going back to your crib,

- where you restin' your head? - Tsk. I'm staying here.

- You sure you wanna do that? - It's my nigga Joe, man.

Listen to me, Shane. I don't know who your man is,

but this ain't a situation where you can just trust anybody.

You fuck around, overstay your welcome.

Nah, man. This is Joe. Trust me, he's a good dude.

I know him for a long time. I'm good.

All right, man. Just remember, I still got these out-of-town situations,

so if you wanna go lay up there and you ain't got no worries.

Plus I wouldn't mind having you watching over

this little nigga Pretty for me.

I can't bounce right now, man.

I gotta figure this shit out.

If anything change, man, I'm definitely gonna let you know.

Okay, keep me posted, man. I got a few runs to make.

Hold your head, my nigga. Don't let this shit fuck with you.

You gonna be all right.

Good lookin', man.

Tsk. Fuck. [ sighs ]

[ sighs ]

Grand: Man, you changed your hat?

[ chuckles ] Crazy.

- Rafe: Pop the trunk. - Got you.

Damn, my nigga.

Why did you bring me nothing but hundreds?

You know I be trying to keep them shits, man.

I'll spend the 50s and the 20s,

but I be trying to keep the C-notes.

Them shits come in handy when I have to move large paper.

I wasn't thinking about that shit, man.

You told me to bring you a dub, so I snatched a dub.

I wasn't thinking about all that.

I hear you, man. What's done is done.

Fuck it. This guy should be here any minute now anyway.

Who comin' through, though?

Your homie, Grand. He coming through with his man.

His man got the work.

This the first time you ever snatched something from homie?

Grand, no. His man? Yeah.

Anything I ever caught from Grand always been fire, though.

That nigga had some oil-based shit that was fuego.

We used to call that shit "the Obama."

You chef that shit and it came back gray,

but it was coming back damn near double.

- Double? - Double.

[ knock on door ]

Yo, Art, get the door for me.

[ knocking continues ]

Give me a second, though, before you do it.

Let me put this paper up somewhere.

- [ knocking continues ] - Who is it?

It's Grand.

All right.

June, what's good, my guy?

I'm all right, my nigga. Bouncin' back.

You know niggas just bodied my brother Jerry.

Are you serious? What the fuck happened?

Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up.

Fuck.

- Oh, shit. - [ gunshot pops ]

I don't even wanna get into it.

And this ain't the time for it. You feel me?

Yeah, I feel you, man, but, yo, my condolences, man.

Hold your head, man.

That's that thing called life. What can you do?

Shit. Keep on living. That's about it.

Exactly.

But, yo, June, this my guy Rafe.

Rafe, June.

Yo, what's good, man?

Can't call it. Grand said you got something nice for me.

Yeah, definitely.

Set me up. I'll lay that out for you.

All right. Okay.

You got a skizzy?

Art, get the skizzy out the kitchen for me.

It's under the sink.

Good lookin', Art.

Yo, I keep trying to figure out from where,

but, yo, you look mad familiar.

Yeah? From where?

Can't put my finger on it, but I swear we met before.

Mm. You be in Brooklyn?

Not like that.

Yo, June, we trying to chef up or what, baby?

Got a couple more runs to make after this, you heard?

Yeah, let me do somethin' up real quick if you don't mind.

- What you tryin' to do? - Nothing crazy.

Like half a zip.

Lemme see that skizzy.

That's 504 grizzles.

Cool.

It's a good look.

Grand: Ha ha. Yo, my son always come through with that A-1.

Let me get this paper up for you and get you up out of here.

[ speaking Patois ]

Yeah, mon.

Hi, Arch. How's everything?

- Hey, how you doing? - All righty. Yeah.

Let me help you with your bags.

Oh, I appreciate that.

I'm beat.

- You look tired. - Thanks so much.

Yeah, it's been a hard day.

Yep.

- Thank you very much. - You welcome.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, just a moment, Archie.

I appreciate this. I'd like to offer you something.

- No, thanks. - You sure? You sure?

I'm positive. I was glad to be of help.

All right. Okay. Thank you very much.

- You have a good night. - All righty. Appreciate that very much.

Yo, Ma, you home?

[ banging on door ]

The fuck?

- Who is it? - Man: It's your home visit.

Shit.

[ sighs ]

Who else here with you?

Nobody. My mom ain't get in from work yet.

Is this alcohol?

You lucky it's water.

Where do you sleep?

I'm sleepin' on the couch for now.

So, you just gettin' in?

Yeah, I just got in about 10 minutes ago.

- From where? - I just got in from work.

If you wouldn't have been here for this home visit,

you'd have a lot of explaining to do.

But I was comin' from work.

Listen, your curfew is 10:00.

We checked your schedule.

You got off of work at 8:00 tonight.

An hour is more than enough time for you to get here.

But I stopped to get somethin' to eat.

But you know what? I understand. I'm sorry.

Glad you understand, 'cause this curfew thing isn't a joke.

We take it very seriously.

I'll see you soon.

Fuck.

So, what? You're not lettin' me in?

[ yawns ] I'm tired, Shay.

I just came in from work not too long ago.

I need to get some rest.

Like, what's goin' on with you, Jess?

You been really treatin' me like a stranger lately.

What's good?

Wait, I see you and your little homegirl Bella are "besties" again.

That's probably the reason, huh?

What are you talkin' about, Shay?

I knew Bella way before I met you.

You know what? Sometimes I feel like you act like you fuckin' me.

What? Excuse me for carin' about you

and wantin' to keep you away from shady people.

Keep me away from shady people?

Jesus Christ.

You have the nerve, Shay.

I have nerve?

What the hell is that supposed to mean, Jessica?

Let me find out this chick Bella is gettin' in your head already.

Gettin' in my head?

Shay, what do you think I am, a child?

I'm a grown-ass woman, okay?

Or maybe you feel like she's been able to get in my head

because you feel like you've been able to do so.

I think that I've been able to?

All I've ever tried to do is help you,

and look how you're treatin' me.

Got me out in the hallway like this.

Look, Shay, I'm goin' through a lot right now

and I'm tired.

I do not have the time nor energy

to stand here and fight with you.

I'll see you at work tomorrow.

Look, all right, Jess, something just doesn't feel right.

Like, I know Rafe got shot and everything,

but you can't keep crawlin' into this shell

every time you go through somethin'

like everybody's out to hurt you.

You cannot live your life like that.

Shay, I am fine.

I'm tired. I need some rest, okay?

But there is something that I do wanna speak to you about.

But when I'm ready.

Right now, I am tired.

So when I am ready.

Hmm. All right.

Well, when you're ready to talk,

you let me know.

I'll see you at work. I guess.

See you at work tomorrow, Shay.

[ knock on door ]

- Who is it? - It's Ray.

- We pregamin', dawg? - Hell, yeah. Definitely.

So, Joe, what happened with Rita this morning, bro?

Tell me you took that down.

Man, it's 'cause this dude Shane. Messed me up.

You threw a cock block, Shane?

I don't know what the fuck this dude talkin' about.

- All right. Joe, you got cups? - Yeah, in the kitchen.

Nigga, keep that shit on the low.

Nobody supposed to know I'm fuckin' stayin' here.

My bad, Shane. I got you.

Yo, Shane, whatever happened with that situation?

- What situation? - Homicide came lookin' for you.

Nah, that wasn't about nothin'.

Somebody got hit. Somebody said they think I know somethin'.

They called me down there, they questioned me,

but you know I ain't talkin' to them niggas.

Facts. We don't talk to police.

Yo, Rita working at that spot tonight?

I been texting her all morning.

I haven't heard from her at all.

She probably is working tonight, bro.

- I mean, don't be houndin', though. - Yeah, whatever.

Shane, what up? You fuckin' with us tonight?

Come on, man. You know that mix ain't for me.

- Pregame with us, though. - Nah, I'm good.

What's up with your guy, bro?

I don't know. Pay him no mind, though.

We 'bout to turn it up.

- Word. - Hell yeah, man.

Toast.

Mm.

How much for that, driver?

30 for you, boy.

Here.

[ sighs ]

Bumbaclot!

[ speaking Patois ]

Yo, I know that. Come in, B.

Good looking out. Thank you.

No problem.

Only God can save you now.

That bread is mine.

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? I get one for just coming, two to do a show ?

? Can't wait for me to come on 'cause I does this, yo ?

? I get one for me to come in, two to do a show ?

? Can't wait for me to come on 'cause I run this show ?

? New York is in the building ?

? That's what's up, get up ?

? Roll over niggas like monster trucks ?

? Only here to click confusion ?

? Better get your crews done ?

- ? But this shit is real - ? Not an illusion

? I close my eyes in the booth, then I enter my zone ?

? So I can bark 'em like a dog fetching for bones ?

? Style so original it can never be cloned ?

? 'Cause biting with dog teeth can leave you injury-prone ?

? And all is stress-free 'cause D.I.B. gonna deal with it ?

? Front me a ton of bricks and my fam gonna build with it ?

? Give me a full deck and I'm likely to deal with it ?

? And if the heat is on, I extinguish the real with it, uh ?

? And lay it down every time that it's on ?

? Full throttle on the track ?

? So I can rock with the song ?

? And if the bars are light, pop the clutch and I'm gone ?

? March right out the womb, another warrior born ?

? And I'm still living throughout the New York jungle ?

? Get position in the field can make the enemy fumble ?

? While D.I.B. always keep the chrome properly tucked ?

? Someone reaching, I'm in position ?

? Putting charms out of luck ?

? And wherever you stand with this lightning you could be struck ?

? And I hate repeating myself, nigga, that's what's up ?

? New York is in the building ?

? That's what's up, get up ?

? Roll over niggas like monster trucks ?

? Only here to click confusion ?

? Better get your crews done ?

- ? But this shit is real - ? Not an illusion

? D.I.B. is in the building ?

? That's what's up, get up ?

? Roll over niggas like monster trucks ?

? Only here to click confusion ?

? Better get your crews done ?

- ? But this shit is real - ? Not an illusion

? Well, I'ma rise for the moment ?

? Just to enter your mind

? My thoughts infatuated, motivated with crime ?

? Make moves stagnated, it's hard to combine ?

? 'Cause life is like an hourglass ?

? It's all according to time-- D.I.B.! ?

? Determined Ill Being is one of a kind ?

? Yeah, really, we born equal, but I'm destined to shine ?

? My potential is at a peak, you need rope to climb ?

? You're like fish, caught by bait now hooked on the B Line ?

? Futuristic flows mic, leave a nigga behind ?

? See, you need the perfect math to know ahead of my rhymes ?

? Where I stand at is fan base ?

? And all aware that I rock this butter like land lakes ?

? Street smarts is parallel to where I stand straight ?

? Highly anticipated so therefore you can't wait ?

? Till the records get pressing flatten like pancakes ?

? Accumulatin' the profit, ya hope it's man-made ?

? And to ya chickens in the world, now they cluck ?

? They fiend to get plucked all the flock away ?

? Yeah, that's what's up ?

? New York is in the building ?

? That's what's up, get up ?

? Roll over niggas like monster trucks ?

? Only here to click confusion ?

? Better get your crews done ?

- ? But this shit is real - ? Not an illusion

? D.I.B. is in the building ?

? That's what's up, get up ?

? Roll over niggas like monster trucks ?

? Only here to click confusion ?

? Better get your crews done ?

- ? But this shit is real - ? Not an illusion

? You know the kid flow well like my name was Noel ?

? Eyes nothing but fire, trees by the wholesale ?

? Go ahead and sleep on us like pillows from hotels ?

? So the fifth will wake you up like the gong from church bells ?

? Check it, you know my long name compliments a long chain ?

? Ice along with him and shorties give me the "long brain" ?

? Watch them exploit it like I'm presidential ?

? Does any hood I rest my head at turns to residential ?

? Big faces for long cases, now all of them done ?

? Now watch chicks play like guitar the way I'm leaving 'em strung ?

? So young and forthcoming as I enter the stage ?

? Now watch this nigga rock the crowd like I wasn't my age ?

? 'Cause D.I.B. promote the real when the feeling excel ?

? To a level that's situated and positioned to sell ?

? Bring heat like an oven... ?

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