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Hey, blood, run that shit back.

Man. This fucking good.

You've been saying DG needs producers. You think you could get this to him?

Negro…

You're not Wanda, nigga.

You ain't got no goddamn business in the rap game.

- You wanna try it, huh? - Get in there.

He just dropped that song about the cop who got killed a few weeks ago.

Bring me Artillery with a new song, then we can talk about a production deal.

You're gonna walk Lamar straight into that same buzz saw.

And when he get hurt, what's that gonna do to you?

This is about you. We gotta bring Artillery some real player shit.

♪ These are life and times of a rider Life and times of a rider ♪

♪ Survival is vital ♪

♪ These are life and times of a rider ♪

- ♪ And motherfuck the other siders ♪ - ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ These are life and times of a rider ♪

♪ Life and times of a rider Survival is vital ♪

♪ These are life and times of a rider ♪

♪ And motherfuck the other siders ♪

Hey, blood, back in the party here.

How'd I let you talk me into this shit, cuz?

Wait. Hold on. Relax. We gotta enjoy what we do.

Shut the fuck up. Walk.

♪ As I look up at the sky ♪

♪ My mind starts tripping A tear drops my eye ♪

♪ My body temperature falls ♪

♪ I'm shaking, and they breaking Tryna save the Dogg ♪

♪ Pumping on my chest and I'm screaming ♪

♪ I stop breathing Damn, I see demons ♪

♪ Dear God, I wonder can you save me? ♪

♪ I can't die ♪ My boo boo's 'bout to have my baby… ♪

That was amazing. That was amazing.

Lamar, do you know how serious that shit was back there?

Yeah, it was… it was intense.

That's what Artillery was rapping about. That was the song.

Were you even paying attention when we was in the house?

Huh?

Did you see anybody that was gonna be a problem for us in there?

Did you check to see if there was a back door?

I get it.

Streets are dangerous. I'm just a freak.

- I can't do nothing without you. - Nobody said all that.

But, Lamar, if we really gonna do this,

and we just proved we can, then you need to listen.

Really?

Did you not just see that shit?

I resurrected him, nigga!

Artillery came out holding his wounds and bleeding and shit, nigga.

Oh, my God!

Wanda, you know you're not making my job any easier, right?

I guess the nigga can rap.

I'll give him that.

I guess y'all little song was kinda hard.

Stop me by the store 'fore you drive me to the studio.

Please?

DG gotta know.

We back on.

You know they recorded this song right fucking here?

Seeing them mix that shit down and put it out…

Nigga, that's the reason why I bought this place.

Figured I could bring the music biz to me, you know?

Man, what the fuck is wrong with Black people?

These niggas got light stacks every time they pay up.

Tell J June I ain't fronting him shit no more.

- You hear me? - They're testing you.

The more you hand off your business,

the more you're gonna get paid in light stacks.

You's a gangster or a lawyer, Vance?

With a bulletproof vest.

I keep forgetting.

As long as the juries don't.

But seriously, my client can help with all of this.

If you're really serious about focusing on music.

Tell him I appreciate it.

But for now…

…let's keep that wolf in the woods.

Okay.

The fuck?

This bitch got the nerve to show her face.

Bitch better have knee pads.

You got something you wanna say to me?

I should throw that pie in your fucking face.

- I wish you would. - Yeah.

You want an apology or money?

Darryl…

I did it.

I saved the deal. I got Lamar and Artillery together.

Artillery? That nigga still lives?

Indeed. And you should have seen him less than an hour ago.

That shit was magic!

We were in Artillery's house, full of Bloods.

Lamar's music came on. Artillery came out rapping.

It was everything I thought it was gonna be.

Okay.

You should have seen it.

And…

I picked the sample.

Whoo!

You telling the truth, ain't you?

I wouldn't lie to you, baby.

Darryl,

I saw money falling from the sky.

Psst! Yo! Come on! Come on, man!

♪ Red Chucks, burgundy fleece Baggies with a crease ♪

♪ Loaded Glock always in reach Even when I'm asleep ♪

♪ Suckers creep But got this beat ♪

♪ Till they in the sheet Bittersweet ♪

♪ It's him or me May he rest in… ♪

Hold up, hold up, hold up.

W-Why did you stop?

That was great, man.

The next one's gonna pop off.

Let me run it back.

♪ Red Chucks, burgundy fleece Baggies with a crease ♪

♪ Loaded Glock always in reach Even when I'm asleep ♪

♪ Suckers creep But got this beat ♪

♪ Till they in the sheet Bittersweet ♪

♪ It's him or me May he rest in peace ♪

That was really good.

- Yeah. - Oh, my God.

This shit finna put the hood on notice, blood!

Damn, that shit hard.

Fuck!

- You good? - Yeah.

Damn. You ain't got no, like, Vaseline, tape or nothing?

Ooh.

- Nigga, stop staring. - Shit, sorry.

I'm cool. This shit just itch like a motherfucker.

That shit look infected like a motherfucker.

- Wanna smell it, nigga? - Nah, I'm good.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

No, no, no, no, no, no.

My grandmother does not allow alcohol in this house, okay?

She probably don't allow Bloods either, nigga. Yet here I am.

Point. Besides, she ain't even here, and Big Daddy out back.

Doesn't matter. She's gonna walk in, she's gonna smell it.

- She's uncanny, bro. - "Uncanny"?

Yo, I knew your sweater-wearing ass was into comics.

All right. So what we laying down next?

Hey, let's do some shit for the eses.

Fuck it. Might as well go full LA with it.

Yeah. Yeah, I like that.

And maybe we sample doo-wop?

- Yeah. - Let me see what we got.

Man, fuck the hood. We finna put the whole city on notice with this.

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Muthafuck the police You gon' respect my get down ♪

♪ Sawed-off 12-gauge Make the biggest niggas sit down ♪

- Boom! - ♪ Demons lurking ♪

♪ Dyin' to put in work They never clock out ♪

♪ Fuck! I just heard the feds hit my uncle's rock house ♪

♪ Pushin' up central Head on a swivel… ♪

Yo, what the fuck are you doing in my house, cuz?

- James! Stop, stop, stop. - What's up with this nigga?

- Move out the way, Mar. - Stop. Relax. Relax!

- Sup? Move, Mar. - James, calm down.

- Get the fuck out the way, Mar. - Chill, please.

Can we agree not to squabble up in the nigga granny house, fool?

Please.

Man, nigga, just bounce.

You don't… You don't have to go.

I'll bounce.

Don't try to sneak me when I walk by either.

Yeah, I-I-I'ma vamp too.

What the fuck?

What's wrong with you, cuz?

Why the fuck would you blow my session like that?

- Don't put your motherfucking hands on me! - Or what?

What, you fucking crazy? Playin' with me, cuz?

I'll fuck--

Fuck, Mar!

What the fuck was your plan, nigga?

You was gonna walk him to the bus stop in a Crip neighborhood?

Told him you'd give him a ride.

I'll give him a fucking ride.

This whole fucking family is wack.

Look, Mar…

Mar, just, uh, make sure you go tell Gerty with your grown ass.

Just leave me the fuck out the middle of it.

♪ Welcome to your life… ♪

I wish I could explain what it felt like to grow up here.

When my father bought this house,

Laurel Canyon was ground zero for rock and roll.

I'm talking about an explosion of talent in music that was undeniable.

Everyone knew history was happening, you know?

It was truly an artists' community.

They all wrote here, loved here, fucked here, drugged here.

Some even died here.

But that's what built my dad's label.

That's what it means to be signed to Macroscope.

I wanna do that.

- Do what? - What y'all did here.

I wanna do that in Inglewood, Compton, Watts.

You mean with rap?

Yeah.

Rap ain't rock and roll.

But we can make some money trying to find out, right?

Mm-hmm.

Do you want a treat?

What, is this, like, a Black thing?

No partying?

Uh, so, your pops used to be the plug, and now he ain't.

Pressure always hits the middleman first.

I mean, now you gotta find a new jug, and…

- I'm it. - Stop scaring our white lady, please.

It's fine.

She's not wrong.

I mean, as soon as my contract's up, my dad's gonna push me out,

so the trades can call my replacement,

"Breathing new life back into the label,"

even though they're the ones that drove it into the ground.

But we want to do a deal with Black Banner.

I figured we'd start with a single with your artist.

Why not push in all the chips with us?

Give us more than a single.

A single is all my chips.

Look, DG played me the new track. I can work with it.

First thing you need to do:

sign the talent.

I know you think it'll be a breeze,

but until the artists are on paper,

everything that can go wrong, will.

The first thing is, tell Wanda how she fits in this.

I just think you're amazing.

And yeah, Darryl should take care of you.

I suggest head of A&R.

Hell yeah.

Fuck no.

Jenny, stop playing.

I mean, let's be serious.

The whole reason this all came together

is because this pretty young thing walked into your life.

Why not just pay her?

Fine.

A&R.

Thank you, Darryl.

♪ Everybody wants to rule the world… ♪

Let's go before they fire this white woman.

I'll get Lamar to sign.

Artillery shouldn't be a problem. He's ready to do anything.

You think I'm going to Artillery?

- After that nigga called me a vulture. - Ballers be so emotional.

You're not the star in this situation, Darryl. He is.

So go.

Make your star feel good.

You been rich that long, huh?

You forgot what moments like this mean.

This contract is power.

When you hand this to Artillery, you'll be delivering his dreams, Darryl.

Pull up in your fancy car.

Be charming.

Treat him like…

a nigga who can move a hundred keys.

He'll love you.

You know, you got a cold mouthpiece, girl. Jesus.

We got a real chance to do something here, you know?

I told you.

Lamar, guess what?

It-It's real now.

It's… It's real.

After all these years, I finally get a chance to be…

The music…

The music, it passed down from Big Daddy to Mom

to James and then to me,

and you just want me to waste it?

What are we supposed to do? Do nothing?

What is the point of you even buying me that music equipment then?

You're really trying to trust Wanda with your future, huh?

Why shouldn't I?

Because when you were 12,

you let Wanda talk you out your Christmas presents,

and she sold them for crack.

That's why.

That's not Wanda anymore.

- That's not-- - I don't want it back in my life, Lamar.

It cost too much.

I just… I don't.

Lamar…

Running a legal clinic was never going to be easy.

Yeah, but how we keep losing on every single case?

It only gets worse.

The country's had it.

Yeah, well, the country did it.

We got donations drying up with every drive-by.

These churches got no love for these gangbangers.

I mean, I understand though.

You're a good man.

And I owe you the truth.

You can't win paying for appeals on bad cases.

You know how this goes.

Lee!

Lee!

This girl crazy.

You are looking at the new head of A&R at Black Banner Music.

- And what does that mean? - It means I won't be broke no more.

You know, I should've known your crazy ass was gonna prove me wrong.

I actually need some help.

I gotta take this contract over to Lamar's.

So I was wondering if you could have one of these lawyers take a look at it.

- They don't do that kind of work. - Shit.

I wanna sound like I know what I'm talking about

when I get in front of Big Daddy.

Well, Mama, she the one you need to worry about.

Well, I gotta block that out of my head.

Anyway…

Thank you, Lee.

Oh. I know I'm supposed to get the boxes out your house,

but as you can see, I been grinding.

Bye, Lee.

I'll see you later.

Unbelievable.

You keep waiting around on Artillery like I don't rap.

My shit way harder than blood's.

Nigga got you out here waiting like you ain't who you is.

It's crazy.

Dude disrespectful.

So you rap, huh?

Do I.

Goddamn.

Nigga, you took so long, I was about to sign this shit for you, blood.

- Whatever, nigga. - Sup, fool?

Got this man waiting.

Told you I had the deal lined up.

- Yeah, aight. - Let's go.

All right, sign on the dotted line.

Hey, hold on. Hold on, blood.

Yeah, let's wait on Dara.

Nigga, since when does the money wait?

It's cool. She right behind us.

None of you ballers smoke?

That's why we rich.

You okay?

Hey, Big Daddy.

What's got you smiling so big?

Life.

Where's the lady of the house?

She off terrorizing somebody in the neighborhood.

Hey, Mr. Preston told me you got let go.

I was gonna tell you, but I was scared.

You the only one ain't never been scared of me.

Shit, except for when you grab that belt.

And don't whoop me for cursing. I'm grown now.

Lamar!

Who's your favorite cousin?

Since you was a kid, you wanted to be Quincy Jones.

What's wrong?

Can I take this contract then, or do you have other options?

Nigga, there's always other options.

Who are you exactly?

I'm the one that fed him and protected him

and paid for those little rap songs that made you decide to come take him away.

Hmm.

There it is.

The ghetto blade, right in the back.

How much?

20,000.

That's how much he's worth to you?

Okay.

Cool.

That contract though,

I'ma need that now.

You know what?

30,000.

Okay.

30,000.

Thirty sends you back to shooting at niggas across the street, right?

Unbelievable.

The best move you can make right now is letting this go.

I promise you that.

Dirty lowlife motherfuckers.

Don't move, motherfucker.

That's my motherfucking watch.

Hey, look, strip this nigga.

Bring me the motherfucking chain!

Nigga, you put hands on Lamar?

Hey, give me back my shoe.

Hey, calm your tough ass down, cuz.

That little nigga ain't had no business running to no female anyway.

You saw it. You saw what it could be.

Fuck you.

Hating on me will not make Big Daddy forget what you did in them streets.

So, we really want to start bringing up past, Wanda?

Touché.

You know while you was asleep at the wheel,

this little nigga brought Artillery to this house?

All y'all fall for that shit when he hit you with them Bambi eyes.

But, Wanda, listen to me,

the little nigga arrogant,

and he don't know shit, and all you doing is feeding the monster, cuz.

That's why he needs you. Nigga, you the other half of this shit.

Goddamn.

Shit.

DG never beeps 911.

- Darryl. - Bitch,

- get your ass over here right now! - Wait, DG. Hold up. What happened?

If you don't find me before I fucking find you,

it's the end for your punk ass, bitch!

Shit.

I gotta go.

Hey. Shit.

- Get your fucking ass over here! - Wait!

I'ma fucking kill you! You fucking hear me? I will fucking kill you!

- Have you lost your mind? - I don't know what you're talking about!

- I promise, Darryl! - I will fucking kill you!

- I don't know what you're talking about! - You sent me to Artillery,

- knowing I don't fuck with those peons. - What?

Fucking gang-banging-ass garbage motherfuckers!

I didn't set you up!

Yes, you did, taking my kindness for weakness.

I want the names of every single one of them red rags.

I already know Dara, Keith, that black-ass nigger with the perm.

I want all of 'em. Every single soul!

I don't know what happened. I don--

Names, bitch…

…or I start with the fucking hammer.

- You fucking hear me? - Darryl, Darryl. Hey, hey, hey. Hey.

You can't do this in front of me.

- Then bounce. - All right. Just, just, just…

Hold on, hold on.

Find your mind. Darryl, calm down.

Okay, this?

This is what you are trying to transition away from to the music.

- Business. Both of us. - Bounce!

You're upset. I get it.

So let me call someone who can handle this,

and you stay clean.

- Nigga, fuck this music deal. - I understand.

- Fuck Dara and fuck all them Bloods. - Okay.

And fuck you, nigga!

Fuck you!

- Okay. - Vance.

Vance. Vance!

Darryl, Darryl, wait!

- Darryl. Darryl, wait. - Leon is here.

So after all that, you see why I gotta do what I gotta do?

I see you think that. Don't mean I agree with it.

I made some calls. I know what happened.

You let your ego get you in a cross.

You got ten levels on Dara, but look at you.

My nigga, me and you ain't nothing like them gang members

any more than a pawn like a king.

You gotta be bigger than that shit.

Who the fuck are you kidding, nigga?

Do I need to remind you of your street pedigree?

- Why you build all this then? - 'Cause I could.

And now that you have, you wanna run back to the same street shit?

Kill a few niggas that was going to die anyway?

What are you really doing besides fucking up this rap shit?

You gonna kill Artillery too?

Then what?

I wish you wasn't out the game, Lee.

We could've really made some moves.

But you are.

And what about Wanda?

Either she's a queen or a pawn.

We'll see.

I'd kill you about her.

You at a dead end.

I've been there.

But ain't no more moves to make

outside the one you about to burn down with Macroscope.

What you mean?

I know who on the other side of that dope, homey.

Trust me, you don't wanna meet them.

How about this?

You bring me a situation I like…

maybe…

I hit pause.

This bullshit aside…

I wouldn't mind making some money with Artillery.

Shit…

I wanna be famous and fuck hos like Whitney.

I can't work miracles, but I'll do what I can.

Let me be clear.

I ain't copping no pleas.

Not with them. Not with you.

Wanda's safe because I believe her.

If you can smooth it out, and I can make some money, I'll wait.

- Wait? - It's the best you get.

But if Artillery leaves my label

or Dara ever talk to me sideways…

I'ma buy guns for their enemies and enjoy the blood.

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What's up?

You want a chip?

I always thought we was gonna do this together.

I don't know why, man.

I was thinking about when we used to play piano together at church,

and then we would come home and we would listen to records together all day.

And you're telling me that you saw me doing this by myself?

You… You couldn't have.

Because I can't do it without you.

That's why you get so mad.

Did, um…

like, Mama G ever…

talk to you about the history of, like, all this music stuff?

You know how country they are.

"Oh, your… your mama was a musician. Your parents died in a hit-and-run.

I'm sad. Don't ask me shit about it ever again in life."

Oh, hell yeah.

That sound like them.

So what's that, the Macroscope deal?

This is it.

Well, let me see it, nigga.

Looks official.

Nigga, you signed this shit already?

Yeah. W…

Yeah, all right.

James.

This your favorite producer, DJ, man of the hour

with the people who got the power, DJ Block

on the only station giving you hip-hop, Amped 992.

Dara know she fucked up.

She down to politic the situation with DG though.

So what's the catch?

We gotta meet her and her uncles on neutral ground.

So we picked Louis's.

I can't stand Compton.

Spent one of my worst nights out here with two soulless motherfuckers.

I'd rather drop you off at Vons and handle this shit solo.

This ain't gonna be the story of how little Wanda had

to run to Leon to save her deal.

Shit, I know these streets just like you.

But you don't know this gangster shit like me, and that's what this is.

I'll circle the block.

Nigga, so tell me why the other day, right, we up by the park,

driving by the Liquor Barn with D,

we finally see this bitch-ass nigga at the light?

She was saying, D, like 20 years?

- Yep, like 20 years. - Like 20 years, Bulky, right?

Finally see this bitch-ass nigga, so I bounce right up,

"Bitch-ass nigga, what's up now?" You feel me?

Pop right up on him. He square up like a female, nigga.

Feel me? You know me, I'm ready for him, though.

So we start getting down.

You know, I'm fresh out the county, nigga.

Got my motherfuckin' squabbles up. You feel me? I'm ready for him, right?

So I'm laying my motherfucking demo down, Bulky.

I'm boom, bop, bing, bing, bing! You feel me?

Hit the nigga with a cold one.

He get to shaking and shit, feel me?

Earthquake by the body. Don't know what the fuck goin' on, right?

So I kick the nigga one more time, I bends down and I tell him,

"Bo, when I was six, your square ass was like 13.

I was coming out this same liquor store,

and you took my honey bun and called me a bitch."

And I ran that nigga pockets and went and bought a honey bun with that!

Honey bun!

- Don't ever fuck with me. - Gonna be fucked up.

Damn, he came up here solo.

That's a confident motherfucker right there.

Yeah, he a gangster fo sho.

Lee, you met my nephew Drop?

He the shit around here.

Wanda.

Y'all here on my watch.

Be cool.

What you asked for.

Why you do him like that?

Extortion a part of the game, but humiliation?

That was personal.

I didn't like the way he made me feel when he talked to me.

He do run his mouth. You ain't wrong.

But why does that matter when there's business to be done?

Money or war. Can't be both.

Well, I don't know shit about money.

Then learn.

You don't wanna get left behind, all right?

I ran your file, and you smart enough to know that taking this is a short play.

What's the long?

Where's the contract?

I can tell you ain't never been in the deep end.

- You scared. - Of DG?

I've seen what happens when someone like DG

pay a cute little fine motherfucker

to roll up on one of these niggas you got up here.

She gonna bat her eyes, fuck 'em like crazy,

hand 'em, like, 10,000 and a clean pistol to put a bullet in your back.

Or 20,000. Or 30.

It really don't matter.

You and I both saw it, Dara.

When that music came on and Artillery started rapping, a new world opened up.

- And we gotta grab onto that shit now. - How?

Manager.

We'll put it on paper.

Make it official business.

If I agree…

you gonna put your name behind this truce?

On everything I do.

All this for your little girlfriend, huh?

He my ex.

Gangbangers, dope dealers, hookers and hoboes.

Shit finna be crazy.

Look.

I love you, and I'd do anything for you, and I've proven it.

But don't you ever put me in this position again.

♪ Goddamn, that nigga Kam back on the scene ♪

♪ With the brown and black on the same team ♪

♪ The rap game seem so fucked-up ♪

♪ If a real nigga ever got in he probably lucked up… ♪

It's as simple as that.

We gotta get shit handled.

Here he is.

I heard you got some niggas need handling.

That I do.

Well, point 'em out, nigga.

Let's get it popping.