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Think about it, now.

Everybody who's been at
the top of the game been got.

Right? They end up dead
or in jail almost always

because of their ego, wanting
more than they should want.

Everybody wants
to be great, nigga.

Everybody wants to be superfly.
They want to be us.

But it's fucking
time, nigga.

You dance with
the devil long enough...

He's bound
to step on your feet.

You sound like
that fucking bullet hit you

in your fucking head.

All right, look,
all our years,

we never had to body anyone,
Eddie. Why is that?

Because when they think
you gonna do it,

you don't have to.
It's leverage.

No, it's 'cause bodies
leave a stink on you.

Not talking about a stink
that bring no police.

I'm talking about a stink
that you can never shake.

A stink that will
bring you down.

I get it, Priest.
You don't have

to fucking preach to me, okay?
It's not Sunday.

If you get it, then you
hear what I'm saying.

I want out
the cocaine business.

You just emotional.

I get it.
You almost got got.

But the game has
been good to us.

- Man, we ain't leaving nothing.
- Not yet.

A'ight.

One last deal.

One last score so big
that we will never have

to look over our shoulder again.
Not for no cop,

not for no crook,
not for nobody.

Man, how long you been
thinking about this shit?

'Cause you don't just
think about ideas.

Look, I've always had
an exit plan, Eddie. Always.

We have got
to do this shit

before I fucking
kill somebody, Eddie,

or a motherfucker
kills me.

I'mma talk to Scatter.

I'mma have him
turn the faucet on blast.

And I'll ask him
to up our supply.

What?

You know, that sound
like a fucking joke.

We got a better chance
robbing a fucking bank.

He will do it for me.
We got real history.

So, are you in?

Priest, you're
my fucking brother.

Tell me that you're in.

I got you.

Weight on the shoulder,
hips down.

A'ight. That's it
for today, class.

Scatter, school's
getting bigger.

Lot of students.

It's a real legitimate
business, wow.

It's not just
a front anymore.

Just like that art gallery
you bought your girl.

Not even a year later,

and you rubbing elbows
with Atlanta's upper echelon,

hanging out with
the penthouse crew.

That's a smart move for you.

Smart move for both
of us. Come on, now.

It's not easy
being a dope dealer

without looking like one.

Glove up.

Nah, I'm not trying to do all
that. I came down here...

When do you come to my
gym and not glove up?

I know you miss your favorite student.
Just say it.

Yeah, I miss
kicking your ass.

Now you about to get it.

- You sure?
- Oh, yeah.

I want to talk to you
about something.

So talk.

I want to up our supply.

- For what?
- There's more to be had.

We good with
what we got. So why?

I understand the way
we've been doing things.

All right, I do,
but we're missing

a lot of opportunity
on the street.

You know what I'm saying?

We're just leaving
money on the table.

What color belt
am I in jiu-jitsu?

- Black.
- That's right.

You ain't never see me
wear no belt, do you?

And if it is, it's brown.
You want to know why?

'Cause people respect me,
but they leave me be.

They see black,

and motherfuckers
start asking questions.

They might even be
fool enough to test me.

We leave money on the table
so we don't get caught.

But if you see an opportunity,
you got to take it.

Sometimes the opportunity
ain't what it looks like.

You ever hear that saying,

"If it's too good to be true,
it probably is"?

Maybe we're just that good.

You ain't that good.

And the answer's no.

I'm not upping
your supply.

I don't get it, Q.

You owe me $50,000.

I had to pay
that girl you shot,

her and her friends,
to keep they mouth shut.

You know if I would've
knew that shit,

I would've paid
them hos a visit.

A visit?

- Nah, the cash work every time.
- Let me guess.

You want to pay this nigga
Priest in gold, right?

Priest? You still
on that shit?

- I told you to drop that.
- What the fuck would you do

- if a nigga put his hands on you, Q?
- The fuck you mean?

I would've whacked that bitch!
But that's me, not you!

You need to let that shit go.
You fucking up my money.

Damn!

Fuck y'all
talking about, man?

Man, Dee talking about
how he could whup Mike Tyson.

Man, give the man
the whole story.

I ain't talking
about Iron Mike.

I'm talking about right now,
Old-and-Fat Mike.

Bro, you could probably whup
his ass, too. Why you playing?

Not even with a baseball bat.

Nah, my nigga.
Nah, nah.

I don't know about that, bro.
Mike's still Mike.

He put them hands on you,
it's over with.

Bro, have you seen me
in a gym lately?

Yeah, nigga,
that's the problem.

Let me show you this combo
I've been working on.

It's for you, too. Bro,
you know what I'm saying?

I don't do
all that kung fu shit.

I'm a real man,
you feel me? I...

Oh, shit!

- Get these motherfuckers, man!
- Get them bitches!

Whoo!

Let's go. Let's get
the fuck out of here.

He'd been driving
10 hours straight.

Who the fuck does that?
Is this nigga ever gonna stop?

Don't get too close, now.
Stay, like, a few cars back.

Why are we
doing this?

How do you even know Scatter's
going to meet his supplier?

I just know shit.

How 'bout that?

I would never
go around you, Priest.

You think Scatter's
gonna be okay with you

going around him
to get to his connect?

He's
never gonna know.

Man, I need to sleep.

I need to sleep,
but you keep yelling.

Could you just shut up,
please, and keep driving?

- Is that Scatter's plug?
- Yep.

Now, you see that
guy there in the hat?

- That's the head of the cartel.
- How you know?

- The song.
- What are you talking about?

It's a narcocorrido.

Ballads that tell stories
of real-life drug kingpins,

and this one in particular was
about the Gonzalez brothers.

And that's Adalberto.
He's one of 'em.

You would know
some shit like that.

You say brothers.
I see one,

but where's the other one?

What do you think
they talking about?

Drugs, nigga.

You up now?

Negative.

Oh, hell no.

See, going around Scatter
is already enough,

but I'm not going
into Mexico.

Texas is where I draw the line.
I am a domestic nigga.

- I need to stay on this side.
- But we gotta go to the source.

All right?
This is our chance.

No, that's Juarez
on the other side.

I don't want to go nowhere
where the J's is silent.

I need to be able to hear
the J's. I like J's.

If you don't want to go,
you can walk back.

Come on, now, we gotta
do what we gotta do.

They're gonna see us,

and then they're gonna bury us
in the fucking desert.

No, they won't.

Did the song
tell you that, too?

No, the song didn't tell me.
I just know shit.

How 'bout that?

At least tell me
that we have a plan.

We have a plan.

Sort of.

Mexico.

He's turning. Turn.
Turn to the right.

I got it, I got it.

Yo, keep the engine running.

Come on.

Senor Gonzalez.

I know who you are, Priest.

I know everyone
who sells my product.

There are layers

between people like you
and people like me.

Scatter is like
a brother to me.

Your boss.

What the fuck
is up with that?

If you know who I am,
then you know,

in all my years, I've never
once been arrested, not once.

The only record I have is a
juvenile one, and it's sealed.

Now, I've made this risk

'cause although I'm careful,
I'm very ambitious.

Scatter's trying to put
a ceiling over my head,

but I can go much
higher than that.

- And why do I care?
- You care because your mother.

I meant
no disrespect.

No, please elaborate.

They're playing well
this year. Guanajuato.

So far. Are you a fan?

More like a student
of the game.

Really?

And what a season
El Blanco is having! Wow.

Yeah, he's the best.

The best scorer
probably in the league,

but not the best
player on the team.

No, that would be Rafa.

See, Rafa's the defender,

the backbone of the team,

but never scores any goals, so
nobody ever talks about him.

Nobody appreciates him.

El Blanco
may get all the glory,

but he's nothing
without Rafa.

Your mother, queen
of the Gonzalez cartel,

she favors your brother
over you, doesn't she?

What's his name? Augustin?

Oh...

What the fuck do you know
about my family?

So you read Mexican
tabloids, like a housewife?

Where did you
get this one from?

Metro? La Prensa?

Leavenworth Times!

- What?
- That's where I got it from.

I got people
in prison, too.

I'm not your average dope boy, Mr.
Gonzalez.

Don't let the pretty
hair fool you.

I got eyes everywhere.

And?

Information is power.

And power is priceless.
You know that.

What else do you know?

I know that your mother

sees the volume
Augustin's bringing in,

and she thinks
it's 'cause he's bold.

I think it's
'cause he's sloppy.

That's why he's
in Leavenworth right now.

'Cause unlike you, he's messy.
He talks too much.

How else you think I know
all your family business?

So
you're suggesting

that you can distribute
a much higher volume for me

and maintain my relatively
limited exposure?

I wouldn't gamble my life
for no suggestion, now.

Mr. Gonzalez,
allow me to be

your glory.

Thank you.

I'm gonna give you
triple the supply

I was providing Scatter,
to start with.

Sounds good.

But I'm not gonna front it
to you. You'll pay me.

Not a problem.

What the fuck
did they do to your hair?

Oh, boy, I thought I
wasn't gonna see you.

We got motherfucking
work to do now.

You're driving.

Where the hell you been?

Out with friends.

What friends?

Friends like Scatter?

What did I tell you
about him, boy?

You stay around him,
and you'll wind up

in county or in a coffin.

It's because of Scatter
that we pay our bills.

It's because of him
that we can keep this house.

If keeping this house means

you working for that man,
I don't need this damn place!

Get your things and get out!

Mama,
will you just listen, please?

You told me
you'd stop working for Scatter.

- You lied to me!
- I'm doing all of this for you!

Why don't you get that?

Don't give me that.
You're doing it for yourself.

Mama, please, stop!

Hey. Thanks
for finally selling.

It was time for a change.

No shit.

- What is it?
- Sno Patrol got hit.

- I need a all-white casket.
- Of course.

Whatever the family...

Whatever you want.

I want gold handles,
real gold.

Anything different,

your ass gonna be
in one of these caskets.

Of course.

We always do right
by our people, man.

Got to.

We might as well pick out
one for Priest while we here.

- Priest?
- Yeah, Priest.

I'mma handle that nigga.
Don't even worry about it.

What make you so sure
Priest did this?

You ain't seen shit.

We ain't got no word
from the streets yet...

Q, fuck the word
on the street.

Me and him tussle. Now this shit?
Who else you think did this shit?

That ain't Priest's style.

I don't give a fuck
about his style, Q.

- He did it! I'm trying to tell you!
- Hold on, man.

Take some of that motherfucking
bass out your voice!

Fuck wrong with you?

Take care of Miss Mary! That's all
you need to be worried about!

You hear me?

Get, nigga!

A'ight, Q.

Damn, boy! You know
they killed Bin Laden

with one of these
motherfuckers?

Must've been all
that was left of his ass.

Hold on.

Let's hang up
another victim.

I swear I'mma start
naming these motherfuckers.

I need to ask you
something, Eddie.