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Red Shucks, burgundy fleece, Becky's with a crease. The music passed down

from Big Daddy to Mom to James and then to me and you just want me to waste it?

Wanda, do not encourage rap dreams.

And that boy's gonna play for the church.

Nigga, you signed this shit already?

Yeah. The whole reason this all came together is because this pretty young

thing walked into your life. I figured we'd start with a single with your

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

opened up.

Strip this nigga. Money of war can't be both. We're gonna put your name behind

this truth.

Oh, everything I do.

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

Come and go with me to my father's house.

To my father's house.

Come and go with me to my father's house, to my father's house.

There'll be no crying there.

There'll be no dying there.

Come and go with me to my father's house, to my father's house.

In my father's house, there's so many mansions there.

If it were not true.

Yeah. Come along with you.

Thank you, baby.

Still going.

Real comfortable.

Love.

Simple ambition, feed family.

Stack millions, stay real and speak heavy.

Love. Me and my mama had static, but the truth is I appreciate the fact that she

had me.

Single black female, I see now. It ain't easy, still you taught me to speak and

breathe well.

On 60th Street, we see him, but I knew I'm falling right in they plans if we

fail. Cause you told me I'm a young black.

This world don't love you, that's just one fact.

You go to jail, you gonna come back. Cause the odds all against you, that's

just one stack.

I heard him talking like he was that. Had to catch my second wind, but my

lungs back.

Look, it's nothing that's real. I've been fighting these demons, but your son

back killing. No, turn it down, you can run at it.

In the game like you done that.

Shut him down, go shut him down. Yo, David and Goliath got the whole game

proud.

makes on rioters do this week the ask is 150.

photo shoot press packets radio is one hour a week on mtv that's the market we

bet on hip-hop is bigger than black folks this artist is a gangbanger who

taunts the police on every track okay so we only care about criminals who carry

guitars come on guys straight out of compton's about alternative sales are

climbing grunge is the future million dollars that is how much we blew

following cal's vision come on this artillery kid is a star zo maybe but

your father spent 30 years building his legacy and as his coo i gotta protect

that chat what's left in a dev allocation 300 000.

Cut it in half.

Reallocate the other 150 to alternative.

Enzo.

Hey, can you get them on the phone?

I'm sorry, kid.

Fuck.

How close is Ryda?

Uh, a couple days. We can get him right. Make it tomorrow.

I'm moving up the photo shoot.

Bring me artillery and the masters.

I'm gonna take care of the rest.

Our hands are the plug.

You just better make damn sure your people deliver.

You hear me?

They will, they'll.

Let's go.

I appreciate you stopping by.

No problem. So look, your grandson might need a conversation.

Boys been doing great since we laid him back home not James Lamar Me an

officer was killed a few weeks ago.

Then this rapper made a song disrespecting him disrespecting a dead

man, right?

And that cop was crash Word on the street is Lamar's working with

this guy.

He could get himself in trouble.

Hey, please My wife cannot know about this

Dip to the right.

And welcome to where history is made.

Oh, my God. They got an SSL console.

Young cats need me. I'll be in the reception area.

Andy, it's a quad set.

We could use the back bus instead of the groups for the drum subs, man.

Lamar, they got an SP-1200.

rolling keyboard let's cook hell yeah we can finish the mix down on writer real

quick in here uh about that i i kind of want to wait until artillery gets here

to finish that you mean we already got the verses and the ad-libs um

just feel like we need some punch-ins around the hook you know clean it up a

little bit i also kind of wanted to work on something new damn it i knew it no

lamar are we not in your bedroom no more

We on deadline, homie.

Come on, this shit is big for me, too.

Nothing new until we finish the mix on Ryda. Why are we fucking around with a

single when we are so much more?

Fuck,

that shit hard.

Come on, man. This is our chance.

Okay, okay, all right. When Art get here, we get to work? Yes, okay?

I just wanted to experiment with these beautiful elements.

What you thinking?

I'm thinking album, Andy. Come on.

Mm-hmm.

you missed that she did oh yeah

but

for real you know i could feel it on you when you walked in what

that edge is back look i ain't back

in the street swan Well, you fuck like it.

You know, I, uh... I do everything that Big Daddy asked me to.

You know, I keep the machine running at the wash house, keep the apartments in

line.

I really be trying to show cuz that, like, I'm... I'm changed, you know what

I mean?

But you can't just come back home, start going to church again, and think

Big Daddy's just gonna forget.

Stop letting it drag out.

He's waiting for you to bring it to a head.

Make him decide now.

Lamar, you finished the mix on Ryder yet?

Timeline's moved up. Jenny needs it by tomorrow.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm working on it, and I was finishing it right now, but I want

to play you something new first.

Hell no.

We not doing that today. Did you hear what I just said?

Jenny is desperate. If we deliver the mix to Ryder, we will own her ass.

Lamar, this ain't street.

It's radio.

Exactly.

You think we could play it for her tomorrow?

Hell fucking yeah.

Now that we passed the politics, we... She gonna be in a great mood at the

photo shoot.

I just want her to hear it. I want her to know that I am more than one song.

Maybe she likes it so much that she swaps it out for Ryder as the single. I

mean, it might be too late, but... Who cares?

Look, this is a hit.

Either way, we might can flip this into something bigger.

It's a win-win, and you play it, you let her decide.

I just love that we growing into a unit. Me and you should probably go and get a

drink sometime, a little margarita or something.

Y'all don't know romance shit, just, you know, business.

Lamar, you got the winning hand.

Just finish the mix for Ryder, all right? I will, I will.

Just gotta play the song for her, okay? I want it to be a mutual relationship

between me and the label. It will.

Now run that shit back.

It's dope.

Shit smell booty as hell You too good for a baloney sandwich now,

it's a good for my fade cut your hair shut your ass up You

know, it's hard for me to walk up in this crib house your punk ass only

Yeah, me too.

So look, Microscope set up a photo shoot tomorrow, so Big Mo's gonna line you up

so you look right.

I don't know.

What you mean you don't know?

Just because I signed some papers don't change shit.

The cops still trying to put me in the ground.

Cops ain't gonna disappear a nigga with a record deal.

So get your head right.

You hear me?

Once you're famous you won't need to hide from cops no more.

So your brother's making songs about dead cops?

Uh, that was before they met.

LAPD don't care about that, especially gang unit.

Gertie ain't never got over what music did to your mama in this house.

I already know.

You ain't gotta tell me.

Look, I don't care what men do.

But if it messes with my wife, now I got a problem.

All right, now.

Come on with it.

Wanda got him a record deal.

He signed a contract.

How could you let this happen?

I want the family business, sir.

Lamar, he 19 now.

He hard-hitting.

Like, maybe it's time he, like, learn on his own.

Yeah, sir, let me think about this, all right?

We'll figure out this Lamar business before it gets to her.

Yes, sir.

Okay, what if he's leaning out the driver's side window throwing up the set

for it in the other hand?

Feels like he's trying too hard.

Needs to convey he's king.

Best though, like he's already on top.

Have him sitting on the windshield.

Like the whole block belongs to him.

I like that. Yeah.

Why don't you go check on wardrobe for me, okay?

Who's gonna wear that?

Every rapper you know is going to be wearing this next year.

Definitely not artillery.

Y'all hear rap and things in New York.

Whole time.

LA's coming for y'all asses.

That says he's made it, but he hasn't forgotten where he came from.

I wonder, when am I gonna be able to play Jenny my music?

Not yet.

Business first, then move.

This shit is light as a Happy Meal toy.

Y'all motherfuckers spending $50,000 to take photos of fake change?

What the fuck is wrong with y'all niggas?

Daryl, I need you and Dara to just chill today, okay? I'm not asking you to let

shit go, but be fucking professional.

Jenny's emptying daddy's coffers to make me richer.

Fuck, I look like fucking up the game.

Where's artillery?

Darla.

He ain't coming.

You supposed to... Fuck you mean he ain't coming? You supposed to bring...

Bitch, don't you get this on me, Darla. Is there a problem?

No.

Artillery ain't here. What?

You motherfuckers have one assignment, Wanda. You guys have any idea the shit

that I had to pull to get this done? I'll call him. Wanda, Enzo's gonna have

my fucking neck broken. Ginny, how the fuck is Art telling him to come?

I'm sorry Art couldn't be here.

I have something that might make today work a lot. I'm so sorry. Who the fuck

are you?

The producer for Ryder. What? I have another record that I think you should

exchange for the show. Oh my god, Wanda, what is this child talking about?

Okay,

I need you. You said that I would be able to play her my music. Does now look

like the... Fucking Tom shit is on fire right now.

What does that have to do with my music, cousin?

Okay, just give me the Mixed Oriental.

I don't have it.

I don't have it. The bar.

Hey, Wanda.

Wanda.

I need a fucking drink.

Just so you know, Wanda, you fucked it.

If you don't listen to anything I have to tell you, listen to this.

The artist never knows what's good for them, okay?

Never. How am I supposed to help them make great music like that? They are

retarded children, okay? And it is your job to make sure they don't fuck their

careers in our asses. His new song is actually... No!

Fuck, man!

You and I are in the same boat, Wanda.

I can tell.

Okay, and when you're under it and you're a woman, you hit the day like

it's a fucking war.

Goddamn right.

That's right, sister.

Look, this entire music industry looks at me like I am Mario Favarola's inept

fucking daughter and that is my war.

Okay, and my dad is so fucked up that he plays into it. So if you, Wanda, or

Artillery, or your cousin, or that sinister little fucking mulatto girl are

not in the same war, okay, my dad wins and we're dead.

Okay. No.

Surprise songs, Wanda.

Ryda is the single, and that single is our life raft.

Yo, artillery's not coming.

Fuck you.

Instead of sitting here, why don't we finish the mix on Ryda?

I already finished it.

I'm just not giving it to him.

You had it?

What about me, man?

Or Rwanda?

We only get paid when we hit deadlines.

The new song is better. You heard it.

Lamar.

I came to say sorry.

You didn't even play her my song, Wanda.

I'm not trying to fight, but you need to become a businessman right now.

We need that mix or this dies.

I know you.

You're a perfectionist. You probably got four different versions of the Ryder mix

ready to ship out. I told you I've already been just working on the new

song.

You'll get it if you make music.

What?

Agree. Sitting here burning other people's money instead of finishing a

song that could save Artillery's life. And Jenny's, and mine. And mine. Shut

the fuck up, Andy!

The label picked a single that you made them.

Jenny's desperate, so she's got to put everything behind us. Jenny is a cog.

Her entire legacy is aping two-bit bands that ate black music. Really? Fuck her

for being the only person besides me to back your music.

I can't choose the songs people hear.

What is the point of making music?

Man, you can't hide that mix much longer.

I know. I hear you, Jenny.

No, there's still no final mix and no one has eyes on artillery.

I know. I'll get it handled.

Bye.

That little nigga finished yet?

I need your help getting the mix. But you gotta promise to do it my way.

Lamar lied.

What? He finished it.

Probably a long time ago. I could tell the way his ass panicked when I got near

the rails.

Little motherfucker.

Playing with my money.

So what you're talking about is getting these gangs back structured and on

protocol, but them days is long gone.

Well, we start by organizing men like you to step in and speak directly to

these gangs.

Men who mean something in them streets.

I hear you.

Come on, Big Daddy.

Already got the machines working just how I want them. Why you messing with my

work, man?

Hey, look who it is.

What up, Lee?

When you gonna hit that pig iron?

You looking weak, boy. Man, you crazy.

Hey, these hands still work, dog. They better still work. When we see some.

Hey, I'll leave y'all to it.

We'll be in touch.

All right, homie.

Look, I know why you're here, and I've thought about it.

I'm going to have you fall back from the business and focus on Lamar.

I fall back.

How? I mean, right now, you're out.

Because family comes first.

God, you tripping right now. Hey, hey, hey. Better watch that.

Okay, then help me understand how shit always fall back on me. Y'all let this

get to my wife.

Big Daddy, I've been back in this house for two years now, man.

Two years me daddy following every word that you say. I told you to get this

situation under control.

Lamar's not my son.

No, motherfucker.

But he ain't your daughter.

And he ain't dead.

You don't know nothing about sacrifice.

If you did, you'd say thank you, sir.

For giving me an opportunity.

you never had

oh

yeah

Got the fruit punch.

Don't need all this milk, though. I don't think so. Y'all little nigglets

enjoying the black band of perks?

I want my shit now.

Nigga, where's my reels?

Give me my reels!

Hey!

I... I never mark my music with the real name.

You lost this one, my man.

But... If this catches on that radio, you might get a chance to do that other

song. Get out of here, little nigga.

Hold

on, I'm coming.

Caught his little Smokey Robinson-looking ass up the block.

Get your ass in the house.

Thanks.

Sure, D.

What the fuck is wrong with you coming up here? You trying to get yourself

killed? I need you to help me find artillery.

We have to find a way to get this taped to Jenny in time before Ryder goes out

to the radio.

Can you take me to where he's at?

Can I... Baby, that's not a place for rabbits.

I'll be fine if you're with me, right?

Wanda's gonna have to sign off on that.

No, no, no, no, no. Do not call Wanda.

She's just gonna call my family. She wants to push Ryder. It's not gonna be

good for the song that we want. It's gonna be too... Hello?

Wanda.

Yeah, it's me.

Yeah, he's up here with me.

Well, look, I'm about to take him up to the blue apartments, regardless of what

you say.

I know, I know. Fuck me, but you better come up here before we leave.

Come on.

All out.

Come on.

Yeah. That goes to neighborhood.

This ain't smart, Lamar.

Rolling up unannounced.

And how are artillery chilling in a crip neighborhood anyway?

They used to stay over there till granny died so they don't really sweat them.

Well, we don't know these people.

Can't be that much worse than that house full of bloods.

That's normal, Lamar.

That's where this music comes from.

Well, then this'll be a learning trip.

That goes the neighborhood.

What type of shit you on, nigga?

That goes the neighborhood. Yeah, any time when I blow that loud, they like...

There goes the neighborhood.

I represent that. Don't forget that. Don't forget that shit. There goes the

neighborhood. All good. Back to business. Mental peripheral.

Free lunch. What punk catch a fade at Centennial?

Birds fly. Spotlight on us. That go to bird's eye.

Thick hood bitches, that's with it. Give them the third eye. Curve side out here

hanging, banging whatever you claiming. Ready to die for it. Bullshit ain't got

time for it. You like me trying to get each side. You shining again?

Yeah. Niggas know what's up. I'm from the home of the baby daddies and baby

mama. Where the baby mama fucking they baby daddy cousin now? But the BD ain't

tripping because his baby mama sister is who this nigga is fucking now.

Shit is fucking wild, ain't it? The best artists couldn't paint a picture this

vividly. Roll a gram, hit terms, and pray we catch us an enemy, though.

These niggas know where I'm from. Every time they see me, they like that. Goes

the neighborhood.

Yeah. And it's like that. Like that. What you got, OG? It's your funny

neighborhood player, partner, PP.

If it's good to you, it must be good for you.

I ain't gonna hold back the pickles, lettuce, and the mustard.

I'm gonna give you the whole hamburger, man.

Yeah. Coming all the way live from putting the wig on the pig and the

girdle on the turtle, man.

So your brother making songs about dead cops.

I'm gonna have you fall back from business.

Cause family comes first.

So how you better than this fool?

But he pro, you ain't. Who, Barry?

When I used to go to that nigga hood, I'm talking about right in that nigga

hood. Dog walkers.

And house shoes.

It helps you.

Fuck. You better not be detailed.

You still act like I'm his homie since I put this studio in here.

Walk in here like you pay rent.

Lucky I ain't charge you rent, little nigga.

Lucky I ain't pop your ass.

Damn. What's up, baby?

You need some cricket in your life? No, she don't.

It's Wanda.

Lamar.

What's that?

I don't know. I haven't figured it out yet. We've been looking for you for

days. Can we holla at you real quick?

You look like one of those Ma Chi Chi motherfuckers.

I hate this little ugly man.

Hey, don't let this nigga get the Niners.

Just gonna do that gay-ass move and run back to his own end zone.

So this is where you recorded Officer Black Man.

I could feel it.

That rawness in the record is like living right here in the room.

Still got the same energy and everything.

Hey, babe.

Draws.

Need it, though.

Yeah.

What you come here for anyway, look?

I really need you to record something.

All right, you keep dropping that B-Dawg hoo-rah, then I'm gonna have to fuck you

up again.

Nigga, we ain't one and one.

But you right, my bad.

What you saying?

I need you to drop a verse on this, like, as soon as possible, like tonight.

Yo, man.

Do you give the slightest fraction of a fuck about my existence?

It don't gotta be nothing crazy.

I just need a rough so that we can get it to macroscope. They're gonna hear

your hot ass... How could you look at this fucked up situation while I'm on

the run and try to talk to me about recording?

What the fuck wrong with you?

He not in his right mind right now. We should just call back another time. No,

no. Fuck no. I need this, Wanda. Nick.

I need this song.

Maybe... If he hears it like last time.

don't understand this ain't the last time everybody

calm

the damn damn why the you always tripping cuz because i'll be tripping

cuz oh lord trig didn't bomb don't teddy ruxpin We got a squabble. Shut up,

nigga. You ain't even supposed to be over here.

What, nigga?

More!

Well, if it ain't my nigga J. Loco out the gates. When you get out, cuz? Mark,

get the fuck over here.

Me and this man held it down at 48-hundred. What up, homie?

What?

You straight?

How'd you know we was here?

She wanted some.

What the fuck happened to your lip?

Nigga, I asked you. Hey, which one of you mark-ass niggas hit my brother, cut?

Me, nigga.

Nigga, OG tell you he don't bang?

What the fuck was that nigga said, nigga?

Nigga, I need that.

What's happening?

Just like counting it

James.

Y'all should wake y'all homie up. Oh, shit. Look at that fool.

James.

Y'all homie back there asleep.

Y'all should go pick him up, nigga.

James. Y'all niggas acting like y'all know who the fuck I am.

It's one of your mark-ass niggas, whoa, Nick.

What time?

Once we get to Brooklyn they all ask you about

I love

you,

bro.

They took your shoes, cuz.

You gave them my name like I said.

They said you'd understand.

They ain't put their hands on you than I do.

Look, you know that shit shouldn't have happened, right?

I should have been there from the get.

It's gonna happen when we get home.

We for sure getting kicked out, Cass.

Hey, hey, I've been with you. Look, I've been through it before.

All right, I'm going to be with you.

Come on.

This is your boys? Yeah, I appreciate you jumping in so quick.

It's my pleasure. I pretty much live here anyways.

Hey,

you can get them gun charges fixed.

And the gang enhancements.

The deputy DA, she's coming over to my house tonight to talk shop and watch

Laker again.

Hey, rookie, do you watch?

He's gonna bring us back to being champions.

Good luck, fellas.

Art cool?

That was a gang sweep.

And they got detail on open war, so you know how that shit go.

I'm gonna take y'all to the crib.

All right, I'm... Maybe we could wait till tomorrow.

Come on, Kyle. Let's just get it over with.

Look, trust me. All right, Mark, you already know.

Come on, man.

I mean, plus, when I came to get you last night, you saw me walking out with

my pistol.

I don't know. He was calm.

I ain't never seen him like that before.

Anyways, it should be quick.

Probably ought to have got our bags packed and shit.

You did good, James.

Being there for your brother.

I was unfair to shut you down at the wash house.

Meaning what? You deserve the business when I retire.

And that day is coming soon.

Right now, it's got to be you and him.

You understand that you're the reason for whatever happened to your brother

last night, right?

Right?

You are so much like your mother.

What does that mean, though?

You're my father, man, basically.

When was the last time that we had a real conversation?

If I'm so much like her, why can't we just talk about what actually... Hey,

Lamar.

Relax, okay?

Mama G thinks I made y'all sleep in the car for not checking in, so we have a

reprieve.

All right?

Go and get cleaned up.

Proud of you, James.

Gotta keep a gun when you're raised in box. Ghetto bird hemmed up, cuffed on

the curb. Norbert, we protect the surface.

Duck in the cell, young wildest hill.

Back to the hood, I got hope to sell, fool.

On my level.

Putting on for the ghetto.

Now back to the hood, I got hope to sell, fool.

Remember last summer, we were sitting up listening to Talking Book, and you were

like... I wonder what it's like to know someone who makes music like that.

That's how I feel now.

Like, I'm proud to know the person who made this shit.

Being at those apartments, Artillery's lyrics, I can see it.

Because now you understand where it comes from.

You know, we still got time to get this for Jenny.

I want her to at least hear it before she picks the single.

What?

I'm sorry.

They've already gone to radio with Ryda.

But having a song on the radio is a win for you.

It was you.

You told DG where the masters were?

What? No.

You knew where I had them, Wanda?

Lamar, it's his studio.

Someone who works there must have told him.

Can I say it again?

One more time.

I can't give up.

I can't give up now.

You see, somebody out here know you.

You come to.

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