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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. ?

Mister: Hey, yo!

Sugar Kane!

- Barz: Hey, yo, Mister. - Mister: Barz?

What's good, nigga?

- What's good, Barz? - Ain't shit.

Went to the store for a minute. Fuck's going on, man?

I swore I saw that punk-ass Sugar Kane up in here.

Barz: Yeah, he should be in the building, man.

Hold up, man. Yo, Kane!

[ whispers ] Fuck.

Barz: What's good, though?

- Mister: Oh! - What up, man?

Yo, listen, listen. Chill, man.

- Chill?! - We're out here for the money. Chill, chill.

Chill? I gotta check this nigga!

Listen, man, my little brother got me holdin' him down,

so you gotta let him rock, bro.

- You know what I mean? Chill. - Okay, let him rock?

All right. You lucky, Sugar Kane!

I'll make your jaw Milly Rock on any block!

Yeah, a'ight, too, "Milly."

Mister, I'll meet you up, man.

- All right. - All right, boy.

Mister: Punk-ass nigga.

- Look's like I knew you'd get it, man. - [ door closes ]

Might be a little hope for you after all, man.

What's good? Everything good?

- Not my eye. - Oh, man.

- What's happenin', bro? - What's poppin'?

- Everything back to normal? - Lit: Pretty much.

Ain't you glad that you took my advice?

- What advice, Lit? - Nigga, don't front.

I'm the reason that we came back here.

If it was up to you, we probably would've been still relocated

waiting for fiends to find us.

You got it.

It's just a bunch of shit hangin' in the air, Lit.

- Lit: What you mean? - That Brooklyn shit.

Homie that was out here servin'.

I ain't sleepin' on that, nigga.

I know he might come back.

Man, fuck them niggas, Chop!

Them niggas gonna have to hold that L!

If they don't, then we fix them.

That's all. Nothin' more, nothin' less!

Nah, you right, Lit.

I'm just on my Ps and Qs, that's all.

[ scoffs ] We're good, Chop. Chill the fuck out.

Nah, you right, bro.

I hear you loud and clear.

Yo, I'm about to run upstairs real quick

and grab a bottle of water. You want something?

- Nah, I'm, good bro. - A'ight, bet.

? 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 scrimmage ?

? 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... ?

- [ mumbling ] - What's good? What you want?

[ mumbling ]

How much you got?

[ muttering ] Let me see... these. Let me see these.

Yo, stop playing, man.

Let me see which one's the biggest!

- Which one's the biggest? - Here, here, here. How much you got?

[ mumbling ]

? This ice up on a nigga, she be hearin' it go ?

? You ain't fuckin' with me, nigga, ask your bitch how I roll ?

? 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 they be froze at the bank ?

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

Nowhere to go, huh? You thought you was gonna rob me, nigga?

- No, motherfucker. - Oh, sh--

You thought you was gonna rob me.

? 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... ? - [ gunshots crack ]

? 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 ?

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

Nah, nah. Nah, nah, nah!

Fuck, man! My nigga Lit.

Nah, man.

Lit...!

No, man, this shit-- damn, my nigga Lit, man!

? 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' losin', 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 ?

? If it ain't 'bout no money, pussy, leave a nigga alone ?

? I put guns to your dome, man, I need no chrome... ?

Miz.

- How are you? - I'm good.

- I should be seeing you soon. - Chill, Miz.

The reason why I asked you to come meet me

has nothing to do with our prior business dealings.

- Okay, what's up? - I need another favor,

but this time I don't need you to cancel the whole order.

I just need you to make it clear

that we ain't fuckin' around.

- What's the issue? - Too many questions, Miz.

You think you capable of makin' this happen?

Don't think I'd be here if I wasn't.

We both know the answer to that question.

Okay, so when this job is ready to be handled,

I'll make you aware.

Okay, and I know you didn't ask,

but I'll be back real soon to clear that debt.

- One more move to make. - Is everything on the up and up?

I'm all right, but we're always good.

My trouble should never become your worries.

And that's what I like to hear.

[ trimmer buzzing ]

[ music playing ]

? I'm doing good, okay, okay, okay ?

? They be hatin', but it's okay, okay, okay ?

? My bitch bad, yours okay, okay, okay... ?

Quan: Now, imagine if you didn't listen to me, Vel?

Hey, yo, Sean, this nigga was scared as shit.

Say word?

Yo, Vel, what you was scared of, a chick?

Nah, Sean.

Yo, Sean, this nigga gave me

a BB gun to go up in there with.

He gave you a what?

A fuckin' BB gun.

You shoulda seen that shit. That shit looked crazy!

Hey, yo, that shit got the job done, though, right?

If it wasn't for me and that BB gun,

we woulda never came up with nothin'.

I ain't gonna front. You was on point with that info this time.

Hell, yeah, I was on point.

And I seen shorty's boyfriend the other day.

Son was mad as shit.

Shit, I'd have been tight, too.

That's a crazy L for homie.

Word.

That's life, man.

His L is our come up, point-blank, period.

- That's a fact. - We out.

? My bitch bad, yours okay, okay, okay ?

? Get money, hey, respect it, okay, okay... ?

[ sighs ] Damn, man,

I definitely didn't think shit was gonna be like this

when I first came home, my nigga.

What you mean?

Man, I thought I had this shit all figured out, my nigga.

But shit ain't playin' out the way I thought it was, man.

I gotta get this fuckin' money, man.

Sounds to me you got somethin' comin' together in your head!

I'm just sayin', man, I gotta eat, Mister.

You tryin' to get this money with me, my nigga?

- What you tryin' to do? - Yo, look, a few days ago,

I was at this gambling spot in the East, man.

I think them niggas can get got, you heard?

Gamblin' spot? Don't they got guns?

Nigga, I don't give a fuck what they got in there, man.

Whatever it is, I'm tryin' to get it, man.

Barz, I don't think they gonna let us

walk in and walk out the gamblin' spot with they money.

Nigga, that's what they got guns for.

Guns?

Where the fuck you get a gun from?

I thought you was broke.

Listen, man, the other day I came off, like, a little stack,

you know what I'm sayin'? So I went and bought a hammer, nigga.

Listen, is you with me or not, man?

Guns, though, Barz?

I don't fuck with guns, man.

I got shot up years ago when I first came home.

You got shot? How?

- You ain't hear? - Nah, what happened?

When I first got home, I was on everything!

You know how we do. I was takin' everything from everynigga.

Then I ran up on a young dude.

I told shorty to give it up,

he wasn't even tryin' to hear it.

The nigga shot me three times.

Man, nigga, fuck all that sob story shit

that happened in the past, nigga.

Find out you gettin' soft on me, Mister.

Listen, you ain't even gotta shoot nothin', my nigga.

Son, it's not about shootin'.

It's about gettin' shot.

Listen, I got one gun, man.

And that shit ain't leavin' my hands, my nigga.

All I need you to do is hold me down

to get the bread from these niggas.

You making it seem like it's takin' candy from a baby.

Nigga, fuck all that "takin' candy from a baby" shit you talkin' about.

This is takin' money from grown-ass men, nigga.

You with me or what?

Fuck it. Let's do it.

All right, say no more, nigga.

The fuck I'm talking about.

Yo, good looking on helping me

get off that half a joint, Grand.

Ain't no thing, my guy.

I mean, you told me what the fuck was goin' on.

How I'm not gonna step up and help you bounce back from that L?

Yo, shit crazy right now, man,

but we ain't tryin' to let that shit stop us.

My homie Miz been waitin' on this plug for way too long

for us to let this shit go sour.

Plus, I ain't tryin' to entertain the headache

of goin' to war with no cartel, man.

Cartel? [ chuckles ]

You talkin' some next-level shit right now, man.

I see no evil, hear no evil, man.

Trust, I read you loud and clear.

But, yo, shorty live out here?

- Rafe: Who? - Shorty walking right there across the street.

- You know her? - Nah, not like that.

She fuck with one of my broads and shit.

You know, we just took her out of town the other day and shit.

Hold up-- you're G?

What the fuck you talkin' about?

Yo, you're G. You the dude

that China and her homegirl went to Vermont with.

Yo, how the fuck you know all that?

Yo, shorty the homie, man.

But, yo, who that bozo-ass nigga you be rollin' with?

China told me how your man was doing way too much.

That's my man Bills, man.

You know, he one of them stuntin'-ass niggas, man.

You know, the type to take one of them stupid-ass pics

with a mouthful of money talking about, "I'm eating, bitch."

Yo, man, you need to tell that nigga to tone it down.

'Cause China came back with way too much information

from havin' only spent a day with y'all niggas.

But, yo, you be pillow talkin', Grand?

The fuck is you talkin' about, man?

Yo, we ain't even gotta talk about it, man,

but just know that I ain't the only nigga out here

that take money, man.

I ain't the only wolf in these woods, my G.

Watch what you say to these females

'cause you better believe they sayin' that shit to someone else.

Phew. I hear you, my guy.

Yo, don't be out here slippin', my G.

And I'm only puttin' you on to some good game

'cause I fucks with you, my G.

That info get in the wrong ears,

you a plate of food for the wolves.

And believe you me, they coming.

Let them come.

It ain't gonna be easy,

but I hear you, my G. Say no more.

How you know these niggas again, Pretty?

Man, I don't know the nigga personally.

I never met him before.

But what's up, man? What's the issue?

The issue is I don't come out this late

for niggas I don't know, Pretty.

Man, this is about money, Miz. What's up?

We talkin' about coke here. Niggas will do you filthy for some coke,

but I don't give a fuck. Niggas wanna get shot,

I'll be more than happy to do them the favor.

Nah, chill, Miz. Man, they good.

You just told me you never met the nigga.

Now you telling me they good.

For their sake, they better be.

I'm already aggy about all this bullshit that's going on.

You said that the other day, Miz.

- What bullshit? - Nothing that concerns you, Pretty.

Come on, let's go.

[ murmuring ]

- You good? - Yeah, we good. Nigga, you good?

- [ voices overlapping ] - Nigga, what's up?

Chill, Miz. Yo, chill.

We're good, fellas. Chill, yo.

Who the fuck is that?

I ain't never seen this nigga around here, man.

I was gonna check the money coming upstairs.

Yeah, see what's really good, then, man.

Yo, didn't I tell you they was cool, Miz?

You right, Pretty. Everything was straight.

- What's poppin'? I said what's poppin', nigga? - What?

This right here, nigga.

- You got somethin' to say? - Man: We're good.

Sit the fuck down and chill out.

[ door opens ]

[ organ music playing ]

God bless you, God bless you, God bless you.

Welcome you guys today,

uh, to a great day

on service for our brother Mr. Anderson,

better known as Joe.

This is his church.

I'm his bishop, Bishop Lamor Whitehead,

"Leaders of Tomorrow Brooklyn Ministry."

And I thank you guys for coming out

to celebrate his homegoing

with the Lord.

I know that there's so many questions.

"God, why?" He was doing such great things

and he was in the community and he had a job

and the Bible says

that the sun will rise

on the evil and good.

It will rain on the just and unjust.

And we must understand

that we have to take this time

to use this situation

as a wake-up call.

I believe that Mr. Anderson

accepted Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior

and I know that our brother,

in spite of the life,

the errors and the-- the mishaps

and just the sins that he committed

while he was on earth,

God gave him the conduit

to be forgiven.

So, therefore, to be absent from the body

is to be present with the Lord.

Understand that God is able to do all things.

Understand that the streets don't care nothin' about you.

But God loves you just the way you are.

God bless you.

- How did this happen? - I don't know, man.

Just got a phone call out of nowhere.

Who did Joe have issues with?

I don't know.

Matter of fact, this dude Ray,

but it was nothing that serious to get this far.

What was it over?

Ray's man bodied something.

Joe was there.

They took Joe in for questionin'

and they acting like they thought Joe told.

They thought Joe told?

I thought you said it's not somethin' that coulda got this far.

Joe ain't tell.

Yeah, you know that, but they don't.

Dudes ain't playin' no games over they freedom, Shane.

What was Joe doin' around these type of niggas anyway?

I don't know, Rafe. I told him.

He just got caught up with this partyin' and nightlife shit.

- Yo, who's this Ray? - You're not gonna know him if you don't see him.

I can't believe this.

Ray: I can't believe this shit myself.

Joe seemed like such a good guy.

- Yeah, he was a good kid. - How'd it happen?

I don't know.

They said they found him somewhere in the park.

Somebody shot him.

You okay, though?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Yeah, I know this shit is fucked up.

But we need to stick together on times like this.

Check up on each other.

You're absolutely right.

Put your number in my phone

so I can check up on you.

Okay.

Yo, your dude Ray got no chill.

Even at a funeral, he baggin' shorty.

Baggin' shorty?

My nigga, that's Joe's chick.

That's the one he basically kicked me out over.

I don't know, man.

I'm just tellin' you what it look like.

[ sighs ]

What's good, Ray?

What's good, Shane? Shit is crazy, bro.

Yo, who the fuck Joe was chillin' with

that would do somethin' like that to him?

The only person he be with besides me

is you.

Nah, nah.

Joe had a lot of shit goin' on, bro.

That same night, he called me tellin' me he wanted to go to the club,

that he just came off some bread or something.

- Came off some bread? - Yeah.

He was talking about he wanted to cash out on, like, 10 bottles.

In the back of my mind, I'm thinkin', like,

"Where the fuck Joe got this bread from?"

But then again, that shit none of my business, bro.

And you know me.

I'm always down for this turn-up shit.

[ scoffs ] Wow!

- Why, what happened? - Nothing, man.

Yo, good lookin' on comin' out, though, for real.

Yeah, you know I had to come pay my respects.

- Yeah. - Joe was my guy.

What's up with your man, though?

He look like he gotta take a shit.

My nigga, you don't have no fuckin' respect.

Man, fix your fuckin' face.

[ scoffs ]

Yo, I'ma end up havin' to murder that nigga Shane.

- That's my word. - Shh. Chill, Boon, chill.

- We're Gucci. - [ scoffs ]

Yo, Kane, I'm out.

Already? You not gonna say later to his moms?

Man, listen, I came here to pay my respects

and I just found out I've been disrespected.

- I'm out. - Yo, what are you talkin' about, Shane?

Shane: Listen, we out. I'll tell you later.

All right.

Grand: Yo!

Yo, Grand, what's good, my guy?

What it look like, June?

Ain't nothin', man. I need to see you.

What's good?

I need two girls.

Pimpin' ain't easy right now,

but let me make a call and see if I can be a matchmaker.

All right, Grand. Just hit me back.

All right, cool.

? Money, money, money, money. ?

[ knocking continues ]

[ faint clap ]

Why are you all suited up, guy?

I just came from a wake, man.

- Who passed? - Joe.

- Who? - Joe, Miz.

You remember, um, Jay from back in the day?

His little brother.

Oh, so that's whose crib Shane was staying at.

- How he pass? - He got shot.

Are we talkin' about the same Joe?

Yeah.

Yo, don't tell me he got caught up

with Shane on some bullshit.

Nah, not even, man.

Nobody even knows what happened.

They found him dead in the park.

They killed thatnigga?

Joe was a workin' guy, my nigga.

Who would shoot him? Were they tryin' to rob him? What?

I don't know. Nobody knows.

Shane said he on it, though, man.

I told him to keep me posted.

- That's fucked up. - Yeah, it is.

But you know how these niggas are.

Somebody gonna want credit for scorin' that point

and when that word get back,

that's my word I ain't lettin' that shit ride.

Yeah, count me in when that time comes.

Will do.

- What's good, though? - Oh, it ain't shit, my nigga.

Just finished counting the last bit of this paper.

Finally, this headache is over with.

Psh, good, man.

Now we can focus on bouncin' back the next flip.

Yeah, man, this shit had me aggy, Rafe.

This L keep fuckin' with me.

It had me ready to pop at everything.

Yo, you can't pinpoint where it came from.

I know you probably lookin' at everybody

like they suspect, man.

But, look, yo, let's be grateful for the fact

that we were able to get the bread to pay the connect.

You right, my nigga.

That would've been a whole different headache

that we would've had to deal with.

Psh, a major one, man. But you need to ease up, though.

Look, we about to clear the plug

and get some more work.

My dude, that's somethin' to celebrate.

Yo, fuck that. We goin' to Lust tonight, man.

Just me and you. We gonna go get some drinks

and chill, man. Nothin' major.

All right, fuck it, my nigga. I need it.

- I can't front. - Yo, we gonna be good, Miz.

- Trust. - Say no more.

Fuck, we just came from Joe's funeral, yo.

I'm really gonna miss Joe, man,

even though there was a lot of bullshit going on, man.

[ murmuring ]

Oh, shit.

- Detective: It's crazy stuff. - Partner: I know, it's--

- Shane: Oh. - Excuse me, buddy.

- Delpino: Hey! Hey! - Kane: I got that hammer on me, bro.

[ sighs ]

- Serious? - Yeah.

Hey!

- Shane: What's up? - Shane Jackson?

Yeah, what's up? Who askin'?

I'm Detective Delpino. This my partner Detective Platt.

We've been looking for you for quite some time.

Looking for me?

- Yeah. - For what?

We just have a couple questions we need to ask you.

You'll have to come with us down to the station.

Come with you where for what?

Wait, wait, wait, do you want us to make this difficult

for you and your friend here?

I'm the one you got questions for, right?

So let's go.

[ silent ]

[ car beeping ]

Cindy: I really want you to meet him.

He apologized for the other night.

I don't understand why you want me to meet him.

He's a deadbeat.

I gave him a chance.

I was willing to meet him

and his view was to say fuck you and me?

[ sighs ] Yeah, but he apologized.

You told me yourself he's given you and Bree scraps.

You want me to be cool with him?

You want me to be cool with that?

Look, you're right.

I can't argue your point.

I understand how you feel,

but that doesn't change the fact

- that he is her father. - Father?

You call him a father?

That's a sperm donor.

[ sighs ]

Yeah,

but that still doesn't change the fact that she's his.

You have such a huge heart, Cindy.

You're such a great person.

This is why you always hurt.

This is why you're always in these positions.

I know, Chris, but I can't help it.

Hey, I got your back.

[ voices overlapping ]

Man: B.I.G. Everybody know who B.I.G. is.

B.I.G. Shit is like,

? Everything I know, I know, I know ?

? Everything I do, I do big. ? Boom.

Ace, dude.

- Man: Dude, dude. - [ knocking on door ]

[ man yelling ]

Man #1: Get the door. Yo, good shot, homie.

Man #2: Yeah, you already know.

[ chatter continues ]

Man #1: What you gonna do? You down? You down?

- Anybody else? Anybody else? - [ dice rattling ]

- They're all down. - What's good, my nig?

- Everything good? - All right.

[ murmuring ]

What's good, bro?

Ain't shit, man.

Definitely. Shut the fuck up, nigga.

What's up, man? How we doing?

How many motherfuckers downstairs?

Motherfucker, don't make me shoot you.

- How many? - 10.

Okay, let's go, nigga.

Dag, man.

Put your fuckin' hands down.

Drop the dice, bro. Drop the dice.

Drop the dice. That's all I need.

Drop the dice. That's all I need.

Man #3: You ain't got nothing.

[ voices overlapping ]

Man #1: Somebody roll the dice.

Somebody bet this motherfucker.

- Give me the dice. - Man #2: Yo, bust that pussy open.

Player: I'ma bust it open. I'ma bust...

[ voices overlapping ]

Hey, yo, nobody move!

Everybody on the fuckin' floor, man!

Nobody fuckin' move, man!

- Go check the niggas' pockets. - Oh, shit, look at this money.

Nobody fuckin' move, man.

Get this right here.

Man #1: The fuck is going on, man?

- Barz: Hurry up, nigga. - Man: You serious?

Man #2: Somebody better ID these niggas.

Barz: Yo, shut the fuck up, nigga, or I'll shoot you in the fuckin' head!

Oh!

- You holdin'! - Barz: Yeah, they got money, son.

Yo, homie, stop movin', man. Stop movin'.

Oh, you got this right here.

All right, all right.

- Come on, hurry up. - Yeah.

Barz: Yo, I'm watching you, homie.

Get that right there.

Barz: Ain't no refund. These niggas ain't got no strap.

- Come on. - Fuck.

Barz: Y'all niggas in here slippin'.

Get that cup right here.

Come on, man.

- Take your money and go, man. - Come on, nigga.

Sorry about that, baby girl.

- Yo, we outta here. - Yo, niggas try to follow us,

I'm shootin' niggas in they fucking head.

Try me if you think I'm bullshittin', nigga.

Fuck, man!

[ all grumbling ]

[ sighs ] Tsk.

[ taps ]

Delpino: So...

Mr. Shane Jackson.

[ sighs ] Do you know why you're here?

You said you had questions for me, right?

I don't know why you brought me all the way down here for that,

but that's your prerogative.

Do you usually dress in a suit?

What? What does that matter?

Yo, is this one of the questions you had to ask?

Hey! Tone down the sarcasm, tough guy.

[ scoffs ]

I'm comin' from a wake.

I just lost one of my close friends,

so I don't need this right now.

Where were you on Christmas Eve of last year?

I don't know.

How am I supposed to remember that far?

It's Christmas Eve.

- Who forgets that? - I do.

Most likely my block.

Your block?

What is that?

East 21st Street?

Yes.

East 21st Street.

So why you been hidin' from us?

Hiding? You picked me up going into my building.

That don't look like hiding to me.

Either that or I'm just the worst at hidin' ever.

Does this guy look familiar?

No.

Why, is he supposed to?

You tell us.

Come on with this game that y'all playin', man.

Like, get to the point.

Look,

a man was murdered, okay?

Murdered!

And we know so much more than you think we know.

I'm sorry to hear that a man was murdered,

but what does this have to do with me?

Do you know what the penalty for murder is?

You're going to spend the rest of your life

in jail, Shane!

Delpino: Platt, hey.

Hey, buddy.

Why don't you give me a second, okay? Go cool off.

- Yeah, all right. - Yeah.

[ sighs ]

[ sighs ]

Shane,

you're in a lot of trouble,

but I wanna help you.

Help me?

Yes, help you.

Just tell me what happened

and I'll make sure the judge is lenient.

Lenient? Lenient on what? Tell you what?!

I can't help you unless you help me help you, Shane.

You could get 25 years. This is murder we're talkin' about.

Okay.

But what that have to do with me, though?

Okay. All right, so, Shane,

I'm gonna give you a couple of minutes

to think about it, all right?

You know, just know that I'm here to help.

You can talk to me.

All right, I'm gonna step out for a moment

- and I'll be right back. - All right.

[ door opens ]

[ door closes ]

- [ sighs ] - So what do you think?

I don't know. I mean, his jacket doesn't say much,

but I don't let that shit fool me, you know?

All those little bastards have it in 'em.

Yeah, tell me about it.

I mean, well, we can't hold him for too long, though.

All we have is a tip

and it's from an anonymous caller at that.

We can see what we can get him to admit to, but...

Want me to go back in?

No.

Let me take a crack at him.

[ music playing ]

? Hey, hey, hey, hey

? Hey, hey, hey, hey

? Yo, see, I like the way you're movin' ?

? And I like the way you do it ?

? Every time you climb on top ?

? Understand me, girl, please just don't stop ?

? The money keep on comin' ?

? So, girl, keep on spendin' ?

? Every time you climb on top ?

? Got a nigga screamin', please don't stop, stop ?

? Baby, don't stop, don't stop, stop ?

? Baby, don't stop, no

? Every time you climb on top ?

? Baby girl, please just don't stop ?

[ music continues ]

? See, I like the way you're movin' ?

? And I like the way you do it ?

? Every time you climb on top ?

? Understand me, girl, please just don't stop ?

? The money keep on comin' ?

? So, girl, keep on spendin' ?

? Every time you climb on top ?

? Got a nigga screaming, please don't stop, stop ?

? Baby, don't stop, don't stop, stop ?

? Baby, don't stop, no

? Every time you climb on top ?

- ? Baby girl... - Yo, here's a toast

to not fuckin' up the plug

and not going to war with the motherfuckin' cartel.

How do you think that woulda worked out, though?

I don't know, man.

You know I ain't the one for defense,

so we wouldn't have been sittin' there waitin' for them to come.

We'd have been gunnin' for your man

just as hard as they were gunnin' for us.

They probably woulda got us in the end, though.

You know they got more hands on deck.

Yeah, that's good it ain't go down that way.

I wonder if this girl works tonight.

- Who you talkin' about? - I'm talkin' about Madison.

- Oh, she work up in here? - Yeah, she bartends a few different spots.

What's up, Papa? Why you look so angry?

Let Armani make you feel better.

- I'm good, Mama. - Okay, so can I get a tip?

Yeah, cross on the green, not in between.

- Are you serious? - Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you.

Here you go.

When you're ready for a dance, let me know.

? Got a nigga screaming, please don't stop, stop ?

? Baby, don't stop, don't stop, stop ?

? Baby, don't stop, no

? Every time you climb on top ?

? Baby girl, please just don't stop... ?

Hey, yo, the spot turned up tonight, word?

I told you this shit was gonna be lit.

- What's up, Daddy? - What's up, shorty?

Quan: I see you, Ma.

That's how you give it up.

Hey, yo.

Hey, yo, this liquor and this champagne

flowin' through my body.

I gotta take a piss, you heard?

You ain't the only one, scrap. Word.

All right, come on. Let's head to the bathroom.

? See, I like the way you move it ?

? And I like the way you do it ?

? Every time you climb on top ?

? Understand me, girl, please just don't stop... ?

Yo, Quan.

I love you, my nigga, real shit.

If it wasn't for you, we woulda never came up like this!

Nigga, I told you that bread was in the crib.

You was actin' all scared and shit.

Look at us now.

You was ready to give all this shit up.

We got money and bricks.

We just took the "hustler of the year starter kit."

We just took a jump start to bein' them niggas.

And I'm about to cop that S550.

Whip it.

Word, you ain't never lie.

Nah, nigga. Wash your hands first.

Fuck no. Crazy, son.

Hey, yo.

I seen shorty's boyfriend the other day.

- Son was tight. - Word?

- Hell, yeah. - I don't give a fuck.

You already know-- his loss, our come up.

Yeah. Let's go all at these stripper broads, man.

Yo, Rafe, meet me outside right now.

Yo, what the fuck, man?

[ loudly ] Yo!

Yo!

Yo, I was here forever, man.

What's goin' on? Y'all gotta let me know somethin'.

All right, just give us a moment, okay?

A moment for what? Y'all asked me

every possible thing y'all could ask me already.

Look,

if y'all not arrestin' me, I'm leavin'!

I don't know why y'all even brought me

all the way down here for anyway.

- I gave you enough of my time. - Okay, Shane.

All right, just give me a minute to go get a pad

and you can write down your statement

- and you'll be on your way. - A statement?!

- Statement for what? - I need you to write down everything you told me.

Where you were on Christmas Eve.

I need it in writing and then you sign at the bottom.

Tsk.

Yeah, we're gonna have to let him go.

- Let him go? - Yeah.

We gotta close this case.

That's another unsolved body.

I get that, but there's nothing that we can lawfully do.

It was an anonymous call.

For all we know, somebody could've

been salty at this guy and made the call.

I don't know. I don't know.

[ snaps ] Fuck!

[ sighs ]

[ chuckles ] Got her.

[ whispers ] Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up.

- What the fuck? - Shut the fuck up.

Yeah.

Yeah, nigga! I told you, nigga!

I told you we was gonna get these motherfuckers, man!

Know what I mean? Let's see what we got, man.

One, two, three, four...

This shit is easier than I thought!

These motherfuckers got a problem out here.

You hear me, my nigga? This was only the first time.

But trust and believe this ain't gonna be the last time, my nigga.

Niggas don't wanna see us eat.

We 'bout to get everybody,my nigga.

- Whoo! We gettin' paid! - Definitely, nigga.

One, two, three,

four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine,

10, 11, 12...?

Hey, man, how them fuckers only have 1,200, man?

You trying to stash on me, my nigga?

Stashin'? How the fuck am I stashin'?!

Yo, my nigga, I'm dead serious.

Man, I ain't playin' with nobody, man.

- What's up, man? - Stashin', nigga?

How the fuck am I stashin'

when you was there when I snatched that bread?!

Hey, yo, my nigga, shit looking short, man,

and I ain't playin' with nobody, man.

- I ain't playin' neither! - You know what? Matter of fact,

there's 1,200,right? One, two, three, four.

I'm taking 800, nigga. You get 400, man.

What the fuck you mean?

Nigga, you heard me, nigga!

This was my lick, nigga!

All you did was come along!

I put that real pain in, nigga.

Okay, I'ma eat that.

I'ma take this four. I'm good!

All right, I'll hit you later, nigga.

- Good shit, though. - [ exhales ]

[ whimpering ]

Shorty, there's, like, 40 grand there and one bird.

- Where the fuck is my money? - Quan: I don't know what you talkin' about.

Yo, shorty, I will blow your mom

and your fuckin' sister's top in front of your face

before I fuckin' fly your head!

- Where the fuck is my money? - I told you

- I don't know what you talkin' about. - Take this shit off.

Give me that. I'ma ask you one last time.

Where the fuck is my work and money, little man?

I told you, everything is right there!

Yo, my nigga! There was over fuckin' 150 grand

and three bricks in that closet! Where the fuck it's at?!

- I don't know what you talkin'-- - Don't fuckin' move.

- Is this what you want? - [ screaming ]

Is this what you want? Get the fuck up.

I'ma ask you one last time. Where's my money?

Get on the fuckin' floor!

I guess you willin' to die for this paper.

- Be my guest. - You can't do that, my G.

The fuck you mean? This little nigga ran up in shorty's crib!

Yo, he's a kid! He's a fuckin' kid.

As stupid as he may be, he's still a fuckin' kid, man.

Youfucked up. Youfucked up, man.

Had it been me and you, we'd have did the same fuckin' thing.

We can't fuckin' leave his sister and mother here!

Yo, I'm sure these ladies understand

that he fucked up and that's the only reason why we here,

- right, ladies? - [ grunting ]

I guess God was born in Brooklyn

'cause he was definitely with you today, shorty.

Now, just get the money, the bread, and the fucking jewels, man.

We don't need this shit right here.

And don't think you got off fuckin' easy either.

We know where the fuck you live

and we know who your family is, man.

I don't know how, but you gonna pay the fuckin' money back,

you understand?

Nah, he gotta hold somethin'

for scarin' the shit out of shorty.

Put your fuckin' hands up.

We coulda snatched your life and your family.

So every time you see the scar from this bullet wound,

- just know God was born in Brooklyn. - [ gunshot ]

Agh-hh!

- [ whimpering, crying ] - Quan: Shit!

Oh, shit.

Ah, shit! Fuck!

- [ sobbing ] - Fuck!

You can send him in now.

Mr. Jackson,

we seem to be havin' a problem.

Barz: What's the problem?

You seem as if either you don't respect

or understand the concept of this curfew.

This conversation we havin' right now,

consider it a warnin'. You will not get another.

You understand me?

Yeah, I understand.

I understand y'all trying to treat my grown ass

like I'm a child or somethin'.

"Grown ass"? These is the consequences

of your "grown ass's" actions!

Live with it or go back to jail!

The choice is yours.

I guess I'ma live with it, man.

You guess?

You really don't have a choice!

You better learn to drop this sense of entitlement

you seem to have

like we the people and the justice system

owe you something 'causeyou fucked up.

You did the crime, so you gotta do the time!

It's a concept that's been around longer than you and I.

I really don't understand why you actin'

- like it's a foreign concept. - Man, you done?

Do you need me to piss in somethin' or do somethin' else, man,

'cause I ain't tryin' to sit here and listen to nobody's lecture.

Don't get on my bad side, Jamal.

I'll make your life hell.

What's going on with employment?

- Have you found a job yet? - No.

- Have you been looking? - Looking every day.

Why don't I believe that for some reason?

Man, do you know how hard it is

to get a job when you have a felony?

Granted.

I'ma give you 30 days

to find employment.

If you can't secure

a taxpaying job within 30 days,

I'ma send you to this job program.

Monday to Friday,

from 9:00 to 5:00.

You got too much time on your hands.

[ mutters ] Fucking bullshit, man.

- What'd you say? - I didn't say nothin'.

Okay. You may go now.

[ sighs ]

[ Barz mutters ] Fucking faggot-ass nigga, man.

- Yo, Rafe! - Yo, Grand, what's good?

Nothing don't change, man.

I'm looking for some Lego blocks.

Two-- white ones, matter of fact.

- You up? - I will be later today.

- This for you? - Nah, man.

We d�j�-vuing with the homie from the other day.

Yeah, I don't know if I wanna revisit that situation, man.

I told you the history.

Man, dude ain't none the wiser, man.

We give him what he wants, we take the paper,

- we in, we out. - All right.

Yeah, I'll cover the order, man.

Give me till tomorrow. We should be good.

All right, I'll hit you back. Let me line it up.

- Say no more. - All right, cool.

[ phone buzzing ]

Yo, Grand, what's good?

Yo, we're good for ma�ana.

Two badass broads at your service.

- You ready, nigga? - No doubt.

Keep me posted and we'll make it happen.

It's a definite, though?

Let me know so I can get that paper ready.

You know my word is law, June.

- Get it ready. - Cool, I'm gonna do that.

All right, I'ma hit you tomorrow when I know exactly what time.

All right, say no more. Let's make it happen.

Yo!

- Yo, Black, what's good? - What's good, June?

- How are you? - I'm good.

I put that thing together that you asked me for.

I'm supposed to snatch it tomorrow.

That's a heavy order.

You rollin' with me, right,

when I cop it, right?

Most definite. I got you, June.

Just tell me when and where. I'm there.

All right, cool. Stay close to your phone.

Once I find out the time and location,

I'ma hit you back with the info.

Say no more.

- Yo. - What's good, Choppa?

- What's good, Black? - Remember that food I told you about?

It's ready to eat tomorrow.

How big is a plate is it?

I hope you like chicken. It's two birds.

Shit, if we really wanna eat,

we might as well get the delivery man

and the homie when it goes down.

That way, we could get the bread and the food.

Now we talkin'.

Now that's a meal for real!

Just remember what I told you, though.

That dog needs to be put down.

Say nothin', bro. It's done.

- I'll keep you posted on everything. - Sure.

[ phone buzzes ]

Hey, yo, Black. What's goody?

Yo, Buxx, tell your homie from the A

we live on them things. He could come down now.

All right, so then that's what it is.

Say no more. All right, one.

Yo, Miz,

Yo, you picked up that second round from homie?

I already spoke to him. He said come see him in a couple hours.

All right, well, two of them things are already gone.

I'ma need you to roll with me, though, to dish them off.

Yeah, the situation's a little tricky,

and, um, I want you to hold me down

just in case things go left.

- I'll fill you in when we get together. - Say no more.

- You know I got you. When is this goin' down? - It's goin' down tomorrow.

All right.

[ 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 quick as 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 like where devil dwell ?

? Indulge who choose to bring it, melt fast when they rebel ?

? 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.

[ music fades ]

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