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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. ?

[ muttering ] Man, it's about to kill me.

Excuse me, miss?

Miss, excuse me.

Miss?

- Excuse me, miss. - Yes?

- Can I talk to you for a minute? - [ chuckles ]

Now, how did I know that you were going to come over?

Was it obvious that I was that interested?

Interested in what?

'Cause you don't know me to be interested in me.

Well, let's start with me getting to know you

by you telling me your name.

[ sighs ] I'm actually in a hurry,

so I don't really have time to talk.

- I'm sorry. - You must have a really long name

if it's gonna take you that long for you to say it to me.

Okay.

My name's Melissa, but I really am in a rush.

I'm on my way to work and I'm running late.

I'm on my way to work, too. How you gettin' there?

I was going to take the train.

I'm taking the train, too.

I was gonna stop at the store,

but I could pick it up when I get to my job.

Can I walk with you?

I guess that's all right.

[ sighs ]

So fuckin' borin' on these rainy days.

Tsk.

[ sighs ]

See what the fuck Kane doin'.

[ sighs ]

Fuck.

How am I supposed to make any money on this dead-ass block, man?

[ exhales ]

- [ phone buzzing ] - Oh, shit.

Yo, Shane. What up?

How it's lookin'?

Psh, what it's lookin' like?

It's what it's not lookin' like, man.

The block been dry all day.

I've been out here for a minute

and it seems like nothing's happenin'!

[ sighs ]

I told you it's gonna take a couple of days.

But don't worry about it. I made a few phone calls.

They know you out there. The flow gonna pick up.

- Just be patient. - I'm patient, man.

I ain't complainin'.

All right, man.

But what the block lookin' like?

I feel like I ain't been out there in a minute.

Yo, the block is mad quiet, bro.

But, yo, I was thinkin' about you earlier.

Boss, you had me on my Ps and Qs

lookin' for these Ds all day.

- Anything? - Nah, nothin'.

I mean, a couple of blue and whites,

but they just went straight by.

- That's about it. - Did they go into my building?

Nah, they just passed through.

They ain't stop or nothin'.

All right, cool. I think I'll come out there

and chill with you for a little while.

'Cause I'm tired of being in this goddamn house, man.

- I need some air. - I don't think that's the best idea,

but I can use the company.

All right, man. I spoke to my mother.

She ain't tell me nobody was coming knockin' on the door,

so, like you said, it might not be the smartest move

but I know how them motherfuckers move, so I'ma play it safe.

But I can't be in this house any longer.

[ chuckles ] All right, all right, all right, I get it, man.

I'm here, though. Pull up.

All right.

[ sighs ] Fuckin' wack-ass rainy days, man.

[ knocking on door ]

Yo, what's good?

Shit, yo, my bad about last night, my nigga.

I was making my runs. By the time I finished up,

I didn't get no call from you,

so I figured you fell out already.

Oh, nah, man, I wasn't up too late anyway.

I fell out not too long after I got back to the crib.

I got that cut, yo. What are we doing?

Yo, I was thinking we do 200 grams to each bird.

Let's push this shit to the limit.

I'm tryin' to make somethin' after hittin' homie off.

Honestly, I wouldn't push it past 250, Miz.

Fuck it. 250 it is. I got more than enough cut.

- Let's make it happen. - All right.

All right, so I turned that two and a half to three.

I woulda threw an extra buck and a quarter for that extra half,

but I'd rather just play it safe,

especially when we playing

with somebody else's shit right now.

Yeah, I can't afford for this to fuck up

'cause if this shit cook and don't come back,

I'd be forced to go out there and wig out.

Yo, trust me. I kept that shit in mind, Miz.

- I'm good with that other half? - Yeah, you good, man.

I ain't studying it. I'll do what I do with the ends.

Yo, I'm startin' to think

maybe we should just move this shit as quick as possible,

get another flip in elsewhere

to make our money back before we hit him off.

Yo, let's stick to the plan, Miz.

Plans like that never go as expected.

Let's dish this shit off and give homie his paper, man.

We'll make our money back on the next flip.

You right, Rafe. This bullshit got me buggin'.

But, cool, yo. Let me go handle what I gotta handle, man.

All right, man. Just hit my phone if anything.

All right.

All you have to do is put the quarters in,

select hot, cold, put your clothes in

and close the machine, and you're good to go.

- Okay, thank you. - No problem.

- How are you? - I'm good, I'm good.

Is the owner of this place around?

Yes, I'm the owner.

Is there somewhere we can have a word?

Sure. You can wait for me over by the office.

So if you need anything else, just give me a holler, okay?

- Okay. Thank you again. - You're welcome.

Are you ready for me, Ronaldo?

No, not yet.

I will be soon, though.

I really wish you would let me know when you're coming

so I could have somethin' ready for you.

You know my rules, Ronaldo.

Have I not explained them to you?

- Yes, you have. - What are my rules?

Let me make sure you haven't forgot them.

Never say your name

- and you never tell me when you're comin'. - Exactly.

Trust me, it's better for the both of us.

Names make people get familiar.

Familiarity breeds disrespect,

and disrespect, ay co�o,you know?

Yeah, I know very well.

As far as knowin' when I'm comin',

let's just say the less you know, the more I do.

It's pretty much that simple.

It's not too hard to understand.

No, it's not so hard to understand.

Okay, so this is one unnecessary trip.

I am not in the habit of wasting my time, Ronaldo.

There's nothing worse than time wasted.

Time is life.

You can't waste life.

But then again...

Not so long ago, I got robbed.

Excuse me?

Not too long ago, I got robbed.

And why exactly are you tellin' me this?

Why should this be my concern?

You lookin' for sympathy?

Because if you are, I can assure you

you much better off lookin' for my money.

I'm not looking for no sympathy

and I will have your money.

Please do.

Yo, Cindy!

[ sighs ]

[ exhales ]

[ exhales ]

What's up, Kane? I'm in a bit of a rush.

All right, yeah, no biggie. I ain't trying to hold you.

I just wanna apologize for the way I acted the other day.

- Apologize? - Yeah, apologize.

You got the right to live your life

and, honestly, I guess I should appreciate the fact

that you're introducing me to somebody that's gonna be around my daughter.

And I shouldn't take it personal, so I just wanna say my bad.

Wow, I'm shocked, Kane.

Why the sudden change of heart?

I guess I had time to think about it, get out my emotions.

Sometimes I get so wrapped up in our past

that, you know, it gets the best of me.

But if we are gonna do this co-parenting thing,

I'ma have to let all that shit go.

Well, thank you.

I accept and appreciate your apology.

All right, bet. I know you're in a rush,

so I'ma let you go and lookin' forward

to meetin' your new boyfriend.

- Hey, you need something? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on.

- Pretty, what's good? - What's good, Rafe?

Man, I just touched back from O.T.

I'm about to go check Miz. You spoke to him?

Yeah, yeah, I was just with him.

- He should be around. - All right, cool.

Hold on one second. I have somethin' else I gotta get.

You ain't even got what I was lookin' for,

but, look, I ain't steal nothin', all right?

Yo, Pretty.

- What the fuck was that? - What are you talkin' about?

Yo, you just told homie you ain't steal nothin'.

- Why? - I went to the back of the store

and I ain't come up with anything.

I know in his eyes he thinks I stole somethin'.

I got all this paper from O.T. on me.

The last thing I need is for him to do

is call the police on me.

Pretty, you have the right to go into a store,

walk around for an hour if you want,

and not buy anything and not have to feel

like you have to explain anything to anybody.

I hear you, but I know what I go through.

- Yo, that's crazy! - It's my reality.

I got all this paper on me.

I gotta get with Miz. I'ma holler at you, Rafe.

All right, man. Do your thing.

[ scoffs ]

[ exhales ] Where's everybody at, man?

Look like somebody right here.

He comin' in? Oh, shit, he's comin' in here.

Oh.

Yo, you good?

Yo, I'm lookin' for the homie that be out here.

Why, you need somethin'?

Why, you got somethin'?

Yeah. Come follow me.

[ sniffles ]

So, w-what do you need?

Well, what do you got?

I have crack.

You got crack?

Yeah, isn't that what you need?

Well, how much crack do you have?

I'm not sure how much it is,

but I got this.

[ grunts ]

[ laughing ]

- Fuck! - [ panting ]

[ slaps ]

[ doorbell chimes ]

- Yo. - Light: Yo.

[ door closes ]

What's good, my G?

You tell me. Where you been?

Man, I've been runnin' around making moves.

I got something I need you to chef for me.

Let me know if it's proper.

All right, I got you.

Aw, shit, is it a new batch?

Yeah, somethin' like that.

Well, the last work was the grease.

That shit had dudes harassin' for ballies like crazy, my G.

Yeah, I just wanna make sure.

You know you don't always get the same thing twice.

I feel you. You right.

But anyway, my nigga, I dusted off a hundred grams real quick.

That's 400 grams right there.

You want me to bake it all this time?

Nah, just do 14. Let's see what that come back.

All right, cool.

[ sighs ] Yo, Miz, this ain't it, man.

What you mean this ain't it?

My G, this ain't it.

I've been hittin' this shit with ice-cold water,

- but it ain't lockin'. - You can't be fuckin' serious!

I'm dead serious, my G.

- How you doin' it? - I'm droppin' it.

It usually don't hold that much soda like that,

but it come back fire.

I could whip it to see if I could get it to come back that way.

Yeah, whip it. Let me know if it comes back that way.

All right, man.

My wrist about to be killin' me

fuckin' with this bullshit, man.

Come on, Light, it's all in the flick of the wrist.

I ain't gotta tell you that.

Make it happen. Please, my nigga.

I got you. We good.

Fuck.

- Damn, where the hell is Joe at? - [ lock rattling ]

The fuck?

Damn, Joe, where the hell you been?!

I've been waiting for you all damn day.

I went for a drink with one of my coworkers after work.

But, damn, Shane. The least you could do is keep the place clean.

I don't wanna have to deal with this after a long day of work.

Tsk, you buggin', man!

- The place is fine. - [ cup clatters ]

I'm in here goin' crazy. I need to go outside.

I need some air. And, plus, you gotta make me a key.

A key for what?

You're not supposed to be going nowhere anyway.

I don't even think having a key is in your best interest.

All it's gonna do is give you the freedom to do whatever you want.

And for someone in your position, that's not good right now.

Plus, youstaying here is temporary.

Whatever, Joe.

I'm about to go on the block and chill with Kane.

He told me it's quiet over there.

Plus, I need to get out this house.

I'm tired of seein' these walls.

Do your thing.

I'll be here cleanin' up yourmess.

[ sighs ]

All right.

But seriously, though...

good looking on cleaning up.

I appreciate you.

Whew. Fuck it.

[ door closes ]

Tsk. [ sighs ]

I don't know how long I can take this, man.

This guy Shane is drivin' me crazy.

I don't wanna have to keep dealin'

with cleanin' up someone's mess after a long day of work.

[ doorbell rings ]

Damn, I thought I'd be alone for a minute.

What the fuck? I'm coming!

You just left. I thought you was--

oh.

[ door closes ]

What's up, Ray? I thought you was Shane for a minute.

Nah, it's me, man.

What's up with you, though? I can't hear from you?

Ever since that last little situation,

it's like you're movin' weird. Like, what's good with you?

Nah, it's not even like that, Ray.

After all that partyin' and neglectin' work,

I'm damn near on probation.

I gotta get back on the ball.

To me, you're makin' it seem

like the police told you to keep your distance from us or somethin'.

Like, you still talkin' to the boys, Joe?

Nah, man. I ain't speak to 'em since that night.

So what you sayin'? You did speak to them that night?

Nah, I didn't speak to 'em like that.

I just answered they questions.

I didn't tell them anything.

All right, man, I'm just making sure

'cause motherfuckers be gettin' all scared

and they don't think before they speak.

Nah, it's not even like that, Ray.

All right, cool, man. 'Cause we're homies, bro.

Supposed to be holdin' each other down.

Most definitely. But, um...

I'ma go fold this blanket and come out.

- Yeah, do what you gotta do, man. - All right.

[ door closes ]

[ sighs ]

[ whispers ] Oh, shit, get the fuck outta here!

- Yo, Joe! I'm out! - Yo, I'm comin'!

Nah, I got a call. I gotta go deal with somethin'.

- We gonna talk, all right? - All right.

Damn, it's about time you got here, Miz.

I've been waitin' for you for a minute.

I got a lot of bullshit goin' on right now

that I'm trying to straighten out.

- Everything good? - Yeah, everything's good.

Just a couple of these hating-ass niggas on the 'Gram

gettin' on my nerves.

Yo, Pretty, get your face out that phone, man.

Why you even payin' that shit any mind?

Man, these dudes be leavin' real disrespectful comments,

but what pisses me off the most

is they're doing it from private pages

where I can't even see who these niggas are.

Listen to me, Pretty,

real men only whisper in cop cars and courtrooms.

Fuck these clowns.

Public comments from a private page ain't sayin' nothin'.

But anyway, I got shit to do. Where the bread at?

Hold on.

Here. Here you go.

Did you take your pay out?

Nah, I ain't touch nothin', Miz.

I ain't want no problems.

Cool. What's up?

When are you gonna need me to head back O.T.?

- I'm ready to go. - I'll hit your jack tomorrow.

- I'll let you know what's up. - All right, cool.

Good lookin'.

[ sighs ] Man, yo.

Fuck.

[ Kane sighs ]

Kane: Shane gonna kill me, yo.

Kane: Oh, man.

[ Kane exhales ]

Yo, Kane.

What the fuck happened to your eye?!

- Nothin', man. - What do you mean, nothin'?

That's somethin'! What the fuck happened?

Yo, it's nothin', Shane.

I asked you if you bumped into this dude Mister,

what was you gonna do. Mister did this?

Yo, this has nothin' to do with Mister, Shane.

So what happened?

[ exhales ]

One of the fiends robbed me, man.

What? The fuck you mean?

One of the fiends caught me slippin',

sucker-punched me and took the work.

How did he get the work?

Nigga, he kneed me in my nuts,

so I let go of the work to grab my balls

and he took the work.

I knew this was a fuckin' bad idea, man.

I don't know how I let you talk me into this shit.

Yo, how'd the dude look that did this?

I think I know exactly who it was.

Yo, Shane, don't even worry about it, man.

I got this. I'ma handle it.

Handle it? Handle it how, Kane?

- How you gonna handle it? - Yo, don't worry about it, Shane.

I can handle myself.

Look, Kane,

maybe I should have told you this before,

but you cannot be sleepin' out here.

You gotta stay on your Ps and Qs

'cause better believe somebody is always out here schemin'.

You gotta have both eyes open at all times.

And even with that, it's not a guarantee

that you won't get got.

It just lessens your chances.

Where the rest of the stuff?

Shane, I got it, man. Don't worry about it. I'm gonna fix it.

Nah, I'm not gonna have your death on my conscience

if somethin' happen to you out here.

I don't even know what I was thinkin' about havin' you out here.

Yo, come on, Shane.

Just give me one more chance, please!

- I can't, Kane. - Fuck, man.

You really need to open up your eyes

and realize that this is not for you.

Look what happened to you on your first day out here.

Once the word get out to the rest of these fiends

that this guy robbed you, it's a wrap!

Once you're tagged victim,

the game is "follow the leader."

I can't take these repeated losses.

What did he take?

Yo, he took everything, man.

You had everything on you? You fuckin' crazy!

What'd I do now?

You don't keep that much stuff on you.

You'd have made it hella easy for the police if they ran up on you.

Shit, yo, I wasn't even thinkin' about that.

And that's the problem.

You not thinkin' is a tragedy waitin' to happen.

Yo, Shane, I'm sorry, yo.

Don't sweat it, man. It's a small L.

Don't worry about it. I'm not stressin' it.

But, yo, how's it lookin' out here

as far as "the boys" are concerned?

Regular.

I ain't seen nothin' suspicious.

All right, man. I been talkin' to my moms

and she told me no boys came up there.

I'm about to go see her 'cause I ain't seen her in a few days.

All right, bet, you do what you have to do,

but, yo, on the real, Shane,

my bad, man. I didn't mean to mess up.

Don't worry about it, man.

I told you, don't sweat it too much.

If it's anybody's fault, it's my fault.

But, yo, let me catch my mother before she go to work.

All right.

Where you goin'? I thought you said you were goin' home.

I am, Kane.

I'ma go to my building from across the roof.

I told you I'm on the run.

I can't be playing these streets too much,

especially on this block.

All right, I understand, man.

Ah, this nigga Joe.

- Yo. - Yo, what's so fucking urgent, my nigga?

Ray, you good?

Man, you gotta take care of that Joe situation tonight, nigga.

Hold on, hold on. Why tonight, though, Ray?

Man, when I came from his crib,

the vibe that I got from him was that he ratted, nigga.

I ain't tryin' to let them put you under the jail.

Pshh. You serious? How you know that, though?

My nigga, he said he's not holdin' nothin' for nobody

or doing jail time for nobody.

- You understand? - [ scoffs ]

You serious? What?

Yeah, bro. I couldn't believe my fuckin' ears, nigga.

Nah, nah, nah, nah, Ray. The boy gotta go, then.

It's the facts. It's pretty much his life or yours, bro.

Nah, let's handle that shit ASAP.

All right. Let me put it together.

You rockin' with me?

It's a fact. Let's handle that dude.

Okay, okay. Facts.

[ doorbell chimes ]

Yo, my nigga, please tell me you found a way

to bring this shit back hard.

Homie, I sold a hundred grams to

done hit me up like, four times

talking about this shit I give them

is not working for him.

Yeah, I found a way to make it work,

but tell me this-- how the fuck did you wind up

going from that fire to that bullshit?

I had to OD with the soda to bake it.

My nigga, I don't give a fuck what you had to do.

As long as that shit came back hard,

I can do somethin' with it.

Calm down, homie. You good.

Yo, let me call homie back, man,

and see if he wanna take a hundred grams of hard

and give me back the soft.

[ speaking Jamaican Patois ]

Rafe: Yo, that building right there? What apartment?

You still don't know how many people gonna be down there?

Yeah, all we can do is sit and watch.

You still don't know when it's supposed to go down?

Yeah, he just had a couple of things to take care of,

but I'ma brief him on what's going on.

He all in.

The two dreads?

General, huh?

Yo, I could give two fucks who dude is, man.

You just let me know where that shipment gonna be...

...and when.

[ BR speaking ]

[ sighs ]

[ exhales ]

You really dropped the ball, Kane.

[ sighs ]

Look at my eye, yo.

Fuck, I can't get caught slippin' again, yo.

Whew.

[ needle buzzing ]

[ speaking Spanish ]

I'm surprised to see you over here, Victor.

I know you're not one for stepping out into the light.

Even a bat gets tired of the darkness sometimes,

but that is not the reason for my visit.

�Qu� pas�? [ speaking Spanish ]

Your mayate that did the favor for you.

- What favor? - Marcus James.

You said he was efficient and skillful with his work.

He gets the job done, es�.

Everything's on the up and up with him?

We're on our second lap on the track

and I feel at ease.

What if I needed him?

Needed him?

How? For what?

A favor as we call it.

Now, what if I didn't need him

to push the envelope all the way?

I just want him to send a message.

Inflict a little harm without canceling the whole order.

Think he's capable?

I would say so.

By what I've seen, he's capable of handling any order.

Okay, because I may need his services.

This is not like you, Victor--

for you to come to me

for something like this? [ speaking Spanish ]

No, it isn't.

I know that this guy of yours

and his situation with us is new.

Therefore, this is my way of ensuring

he's knees-deep with us.

Consider it a favor from me if this needs to be carried out.

Who seems to be the problem, carnal?

There isn't a problem as of yet,

but I am making preparations in case there are.

Who knows?

I might send the message anyway.

Sometimes it's good to strike for no reason.

It makes you unpredictable.

And people fear those who are unpredictable.

Unpredictability can be considered crazy in some cases.

Call me crazy, then.

I'll keep you posted.

No need to say anything as of yet.

Still letting those little wheels in my head turn.

Not too sure where or when they'll stop.

Sim�n, you just let me know. [ speaking Spanish ]

[ speaking Spanish ]

- [ door closes ] - Nelbo.

What the fuck...?

- What the fuck! - Yo, what the fuck, Shane?!

[ chuckles ]

- [ door closes ] - Yo, I can't do this no more.

- I can't! - [ chuckles ] Can't do what, Joe?

You being here! I can't do it no more, bro.

Are you serious? So, what, you wanna kick me out

'cause I caught you beating your meat?

I have no privacy. I have a one-bedroom apartment

and I can't even bring a chick over here comfortably!

I come from work and the place is a fucking mess.

Listen, you my boy and all,

but I'm not sacrificing my peace of mind!

- Joe, you know my situation. - Situation?

You told me that they didn't come to your house since.

What situation?

[ sighs ] So you 'bout to kick me out

'cause you don't feel comfortable about bringin' a chick here

while I'm here? That's more important than holdin' me down?

Shane, I tried!

I bit my tongue for a while now.

I can't take it no more.

I'm sorry, but you gonna have to leave.

All right.

You want me gone, I'm gone.

I'm not about to argue with you over your house.

Yo, where's my sneaker box?

What you looking for?

Joe, I had my stash

in my sneaker box on the side of this couch.

I didn't see no sneaker box on the side of that couch.

How does that make sense? Didn't you just clean up?

So you're tellin' me I stole your stuff?

Nah, you definitely gotta go. Please leave.

The fuck you mean please leave?!

I told you my shit gone and you gonna tell me please leave?

- The fuck you sound like? - I'm not havin' this argument.

I tell you to leave, all a sudden now your stuff magically disappears?

Yeah, real convenient.

Yo, give me my shit, man!

And you puttin' your hands on me?

Nah, you definitely gotta get out

before I call the cops.

[ sighs ]

I'm comin' back for my shit.

[ door closes ]

- [ lock clicks ] - Tsk.

What the fuck?!

Whew.

[ gunshot echoes ]

- [ sighs ] - [ phone buzzing ]

- Hello? - Yo, Joe, what's good?

Not much, homie. What's good?

What you doin' tonight?

Nothing much, man. Just chillin'.

I wasn't really plannin' on goin' anywhere tonight.

Nah, nah, that's not what I'm talkin' about.

I just met a couple girls that just moved around the way

and I'm supposed to come check 'em at the crib later.

But I need a wingman. I can't go by myself.

It's, like, three of them.

So I need you to come entertain one or two of them

while I try to take mine's down.

I don't know, Ray.

I got work in the mornin'.

Come on, come on, Joe.

You gonna do me like that? You can't hold me down?

I don't know, Ray.

My mind was really set on stayin' in the crib.

I don't know if you wanna do that, bro.

I just told you they bad

and they just moved around the way.

You better get your foot in the door

before one of these other niggas do.

- You buggin'. - They bad like that?

- [ horn honks ] - You know how we play, nigga.

Yeah, they bad.

All right, fuck it.

All right, cool. How long is it gonna take?

Give me, like, an hour.

All right. Yeah. They don't live too far either,

so you don't even gotta drive.

Yeah, that's perfect 'cause you know how I feel about my parking spot.

All right, cool, cool.

So just meet me by Caton Ave. by the train station.

All right, cool.

You need me to bring anything?

Nah, nah.

We're good, we're good. We got everything we need.

All right, cool.

[ chuckles ] Yeah, I'm about to get some cheeks.

We got him.

Horny nigga, Ray.

Yo, Ray, where the fuck this dude at, my nigga?

Yo, chill, Boon. He gonna come.

That boy a sucker for some pussy.

He musta never got shit growing up.

Yo, this ain't no joking matter, Ray.

I'm trying to get this shit done and over with.

- What's up? - Chill. He gonna come, bro.

Matter of fact, there he go right there.

Joe: What's good, yo?

Yo, I thought it was just me and you, Ray.

- Ray: Yeah, this nigga Boon hit me. - Word.

Might as well take this nigga. There's three of them anyway.

- Yeah, I guess. - You good?

Yeah. Where they live at?

A few blocks away.

Come on, let's make a move.

All right.

Got some sour to roll up, too.

Come on, Shane. Come on, Shane. Pick up.

[ ringing ]

Tsk, fuck outta here, man.

I'm not fuckin' with that dude.

[ softly ] Pick up. Fuck.

Look, I'm sorry-- I'm sorry about yesterday--

- You say something, Joe? - Nah, nah, nah, nah.

I was just tryin' to figure out where the girls at.

They live a few blocks away.

We're gonna smoke a spliff in the park real quick.

We don't know if we can smoke at they crib.

All right.

- You good? - Yeah, I'm all right.

- I'm good. - Boon: That's what's up.

[ exhales ]

Damn, my phone dead.

Joe, let me see your phone real quick

so I can call the girls.

Boon: Yo, this shit is crazy, son.

Motherfuckin' bitches and all that.

This is why I live, my nigga.

- Boon. - Mm-hmm.

Nigga's got that sour.

Where we gonna smoke? Where we gonna smoke at?

Yo, we're gonna chill right here.

- Over here? - Yeah.

Fuck it.

What's up, Joe?

What's with the gun, Ray? What's up?

You think we don't know you was talkin' to the police?

I didn't tell them anything, Ray!

Man, shut the fuck up.

I didn't do anything! I promise, Boon!

Boon, I promise.

I don't mess with the street stuff,

but I know to keep my mouth shut, man.

If you don't mess with the street stuff, Joe,

then you should've stood on the fuckin' sidewalk.

Now you gotta get run the fuck over.

Yo, Ray, come on!

[ music playing ]

? 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... ?

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