All language subtitles for BMF_ Black Mafia Family 1x01 - See It…Touch It…Obtain It (English)

Aw, hell. I know that ain't my nigga.

Hey, what's crackin', Rollie-Roll?

- What up, doe?
- Ain't shit.

Meechie-motherfucking-Meech.

Shit, nigga, how long it's
been, like, two, three years?

Shit, at least.

- Feel good to be home.
- Yeah.

I see the Hole still
look like the Hole.

Nigga, the Hole ain't
changing for nobody.

Obviously. I see you still
got that wide body, kid.

Nigga, I been working out.

Yo, check out the footwork.

Hey.

Yo, I wasn't expecting all this.

Shit, nigga, ain't nobody
ever gonna top the shit

you and Tee did,

especially not no Black
niggas from southwest Detroit.

Stop.

Y'all niggas like kings

and rock stars all rolled up in one.

Hey, now this is love.

- Love for you.
- My nig.

- Welcome home.
- My nig.

Given everything that's happened,

people always ask
if I have any regrets.

Truth is, I don't.

I mean, we gave up
a lot, a hell of a lot.

Being back across the
street from where we grew up,

made me remember just how much.

Come on, Nicole, you
gonna make me late, baby.

Boy, you gonna let all
the cold air out my ice box?

No, I'm trying to find
something to eat. I'm starving.

Make some cereal or something.

And have a good day at
school. You too, Meechie.

- Yes, sir.
- First day at work...

I want you to show up on time
and work hard, you hear me?

- Yes, sir. Will do.
- Love y'all.

- Love you, too, man.
- You too.

You have a good one, too, Mr. Flenory.

- Mm, mm!
- Ooh!

I will, especially after last night.

Oh, boy.

Ugh, can y'all stop with all of that?

Oh, girl, hush. You got all your stuff.

Your dumb ass can't light a stove.

Shut up. Five dollars
say you can't either.

Bet.

- Trash.
- Move.

- I told you.
- Shut up.

Dang.

Shit!

I told you about that language.

And, Terry, why aren't you dressed?

We ain't got no hot water.

I was trying to boil some to wash up,

but Meech almost blew the house up.

- Shut up.
- And we out of milk again, too.

Boy, you wasn't born with
no silver spoon in your mouth.

Use the rest of your brother's.

- You bugging, bro.
- It's not funny. It's nasty.

Hey, man, here you go.

Yeah.

Man, you ain't gonna
work at no Wendy's.

Man, why the hell you care?

Because when Mama and
them throw your dumb ass out,

I'm gonna be the one you
call to throw some food down.

All right.

Look Tee, I'm about to
clock some major dollars

so we can stop sharing
milk and clothes, man.

You're going to the rock house?

Yeah.

- I want to go.
- Hell, no.

Man, I ain't dragging your
Poindexter ass nowhere with me.

Man, move.

- Put your hands on me.
- What's wrong with you, man?

That's my car.

No it ain't, fool.

It's my boss', and one day
I'ma have one just like it.

STO...

See it. touch it, obtain it.

- Meech, you coming or what?
- Yeah

We both go, or neither of us goes.

Nah, I can only pay for one.

We'll split it, then, right, bro?

Nah, bro.

Hey, what up, Pat?

Letting my brother in the car

with me that day took us on a journey

beyond our wildest imaginations.

We built our family as we
chased the American Dream

and lived like fucking kings...

partying, traveling, smashing honeys,

eating good, and rocking fly shit

in the coldest whips and
cribs around the globe.

I ain't even gonna lie.

If I had to do it all over again,

I wouldn't change a
motherfucking thing.

www.TUSUBTITULO.com
-DIFUNDE LA CULTURA-

Why did 12th Street call
this meeting, anyway?

They probably want us to fall back.

We ain't spend three
years grinding on corners

and shitty-ass spots for nothing.

Word up. That corner shit is dead.

Why they choose here, though?

They didn't. I did.

The City Championship's game is today,

so the place is crawling
with cops and metal detectors,

which means them 12th
Street niggas won't be strapped.

- Where are my props?
- Fuck you.

Keep it moving, please.

All metal objects
in the trays. Let's go.

That means everything in the trays.

Empty your pockets.

Man, you think them
factory dudes smoking?

Man, there you go putting
mustard on shit now.

Shit, I'm saying that might
be a market we can tap into.

Man, I'd like to tap

into one of these goddamn cheerleaders.

If they had honeys this
fine when I was in school,

I wouldn't have dropped out.

Yo, I got to holla at my boy.

What up, Los? You got it?

- Yo.
- Game started an hour ago.

I'm here now. Shut up and come on.

Man, take this C
note for your troubles.

Not gonna use that shit, are you?

I will if you don't
quit fucking with me.

- Nah. Good looks.
- All right.

I don't know about this shit, bro.

Shit...

First of all, fuck the Fifty Boyz.

Y'all ain't from Ecorse.

But you carving out a
space for yourself, okay.

I gave you that pass,

so why I got to hear about you

setting up shop a pinky
toe from 12th Street?

First of all, we in
the D, motherfucker.

Is this nigga talking

about that area near the funeral home?

Nigga, that shit was
uncharted territory until we came

and planted our flag.

So now y'all just
asking us to move out?

Nah, Meech.

I'm telling you, if y'all don't
stop, bodies gonna drop.

J-Mo, look, it's enough
money and food out here

for all of us to eat.

Now, if we squash this dumb shit

and came together and
pooled our resources,

nigga, we'd be like the
motherfucking Italian Mob, man.

This ain't no fucking
negotiation, nigga.

We see y'all little sandbox
boys around here again,

it's gonna be war.

Then let's go then, motherfucker.

I ain't scared of
y'all bitch-ass niggas.

Matter of fact, I ain't moving
nowhere no more. What's up?

Hey, hey, Tee.

I suggest you talk to
your big brother over here,

tell him to keep this shit peaceful,

or you may have to start
walking your old girl home

after her shift from Wendy's.

- Nigga, fuck you, nigga.
- Fuck.

Hey, Tee, chill. Put that shit away.

We don't even need that shit.

These niggas ain't
worth that shit, man.

This nigga got him a little pow-pow.

You know what to do with that?

You ever shoot somebody before, Tee?

You know what?

As a show of good faith

and because my super-passionate brother

just had to pull his gat,
I'ma give y'all niggas

that fucking area, man.

Meech, what the fuck?

And as a token of my appreciation,

I'm gonna look past all this dumb shit.

But don't let this type of
shit happen again, man,

or that genie ain't
goin' back in that bottle.

- 12th Street.
- Fifty Boyz, motherfucker.

Y'all get y'all little
asses out of here

before we got to hang y'all

by y'all raggedy-ass rat
tails, motherfucker, huh?

Get the fuck on.

Go back to the sandbox, little niggas.

Fuck with some damn pussy.

Man, we ain't never agree
to bring no fuckin' strap

to no goddamn meeting, Tee.

Why do you think I
scheduled it there, Meech?

It's 'cause I knew I
could sneak it in, bro.

Popping off with guns
ain't even you, Tee.

Nigga, that's my lane.

And you almost fucked up
everything we done worked for.

See, Meech, your ass always think

you can just talk your way out of shit.

But I'm trying to win.

Well, you must have
forgot that my mouth

is the reason we here right now.

And you must have forgot
that your mouth is the reason

why we just look like some fucking hos.

Man, who cares?

Nigga, as long as we getting
this motherfucking paper

and we staying ahead of they
ass, don't nothing else matter.

You just gave up where
we've been making

over half of our earnings.

Our crew ain't big enough
to go to war yet, Tee.

War means bodies. Bodies bring cops.

And cops kill business.

Nigga, this ain't the
fucking mobsters, bro.

We're not in a fucking movie.

Yeah. I know that.

No, what I'm trying to
get you to understand is,

man, we got a product
that creates its own demand.

As long as we got my vision
and your brains, we're okay.

Nobody fuck with us, man.

But it's like I told you...
the product ain't ours.

Getting dope on consignment from Pat,

means we're rentin' the shit.

We'll never maximize our loop

until we get our own shit outright.

But first, get that motherfucking gun

- out the house right now...
- There you go again...

- before Mama find out!
- trying to tell me...

Bro, we not little kid...

Hey.

Hey, Mama.

- Dinner's ready.
- Yes, ma'am.

Oh, we coming right now.

What we looking like?

You ready?

Wash your hands before
you come downstairs.

Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am.

Yeah, I'm hungry.

Ooh!

Ooh, but, Mama, that
smell like heaven right there.

You're such a kiss-ass.

Hey, you want me to wash
your mouth out with soap,

- young lady?
- That ain't fair.

Meech and Terry say
way worse all the time.

- Snitch.
- Shut up.

Thought you were
bringing my grandbaby by?

Yeah, they went out
for dinner this weekend.

Well, you just make sure

you bring him by next weekend, okay?

- Give me some of that.
- Oh, shoot.

Okay, here.

- Give me some of that.
- Hey, baby.

Boy, what'd I tell you
about looking proper

at my dinner table?

Clasp hands. Bow your heads.

- Whose turn is it to say grace?
- I think it's Meechie's.

Terry, say the blessing, boy.

Good food.

Good meat. Good God, let's eat.

Now, you know that
ain't no doggone blessing.

Daddy be saying it all the time.

Yeah, sound good to
me. Pass the lasagna.

Yeah, Ma, don't forget.

I need money for that Boblo trip.

We'll talk about it later.

That's what you said last week.

Hey, look, Nicki. Don't
even trip. I got you.

We're not taking your money.

Pops, it's just for
her school field trip.

- Did I stutter?
- Terry, how was school today?

It was good.

You're gonna be on the
honor roll again, right?

Yes, sir.

Make sure last
semester wasn't no fluke?

- Yes, sir.
- Look, I don't care

if you on the honor roll or not.

I just want you to graduate
so you can get a good job,

and so that you can support
that baby you got on the way.

Okay, look, my stomach
getting queasy, all right?

I got to catch some air.

Well, just remember you
on kitchen duty tonight.

All right.

He always playing.

All right, I want a loose burger,

chili cheese fries, extra cheese.

Um, I'm sorry. We changed our menu.

We don't sell loose burgers anymore.

- Where Duka at?
- I think you mean Daniel.

He moved to our new
location in Lincoln Park,

but, uh, I'm Jeremy, and I'll
be happy to take your order.

Coneys belong downtown.

Loose burgers is for the hood.

Some things just ain't
supposed to change.

How about you step to the
side 'til you're ready to order?

- I should just step aside?
- Yeah.

All right.

Y'all might want to head to Mickey D's

for a happy meal or something.

Come on, Amanda.

Please. Please.

I just took over a week ago.

- You from Ecorse, Jeremy?
- No.

Just... just... just take
whatever you want.

Here, here.

- Jeremy, no.
- You want some pop?

Listen, Jeremy, look,

I'm a changed man, all right?

But I'm gonna tell you what, though...

when you see Duka,

you tell him that Lamar
Silas is back in town.

And the next time I'm back in here,

I expect things to go
back to the way they were.

You understand?

- Yeah?
- Okay. Okay.

All right. That's good.

What up, doe?

Y'all good?

Call the fucking police.

- Be easy.
- Hey, call the cops.

Right now, call the cops.

Yeah, we be easy, man.

Hey, y'all finna see this
motherfucker lose his mind

and all his money.

Hey, my money on the table.

Go on and shoot the motherfucking shot.

Nigga, watch how you
talk to me, motherfucker.

Don't be rushing me. This is my spot.

- What up, doe?
- Hey, young-un.

Hey, what's up?

- Huh?
- Boy, that was illegal.

But that was sweet as hell, OG.

Ain't that the game we in, young-un?

Always, nigga.

I heard y'all gave up territory

to them 12th Street
Boys... what's up with that?

I mean, wasn't really
much I could do, OG.

We was gonna be popping off.

Listen, man, this the
streets we talking about.

If somebody stepping on
your toes, motherfucker,

you don't move to the side.

You back their ass up.

That's what I'm saying...
you think I should have

- just fought 'em?
- Yeah, nigga. Yeah. Okay?

And got to be smart about it,
too, so you don't get knocked.

What if there's another way, OG?

The rules always been the same.

Ain't no other way.

You got to handle this, and
you got to handle it fast, too,

'cause Lamar Silas just TD'd.

- Old head? Used to run Ecorse?
- Hell, yeah.

Shit. Everybody in these
damn streets old except for us.

They say he the one
that kidnapped that rapper.

Strung him up next to a beehive naked.

Let him get all stung up 'til
his broad coughed up the loot.

- Hmm. That's scandalous.
- Wait. Hold on. Hold on.

Y'all making this nigga

sound like the boogeyman or some shit.

The point is... the
competition thickening.

You got to do whatever it is

that you got to do
to protect your shit,

'cause the vultures and
the wolves coming, nigga.

And one more thing...

you got to come
dressed to kill at my party,

motherfucker, for
sure, ain't that right?

Man, outside of you,

me and Tee gonna be
the flyest cats up in that set.

Hey, y'all heard that shit?
They gonna be the flyest.

- I heard him.
- Besides me, nigga.

Hold on. Let me show
you how the game go.

- Yo.
- You already know.

You good?

- Hell, yeah.
- That's good.

This right here... this
might be our new location.

Ain't this 12th Street turf?

Yeah, but, shit, you
see any of them around?

Yo, I'm telling y'all, they
know it's dead up here.

We'd do better up there by the courts.

Hell, nah, nigga, there's
way too many kids there.

We need to be somewhere
that's out of sight from everybody.

- Everybody except her.
- Uh-uh.

No. Y'all can't be around here.

Come on, Ms. Griffin, we just trying

to get enough people
to start a friendly game.

I know what kind of game
you're trying to start, Meech.

Now get your little hoodlums
and get the hell out of here.

- We didn't even do shit.
- Look, chill. I got this.

All right, Ms. Griffin,
look, I got you.

- Mm-hmm.
- I got you.

Man, fuck Ms. Griffin.

Look, I got this.

Come on, we out.
Let's get up out of here.

That's yours, Tee.

All right, hey, bring it in.

Come on in here.

All right, so I want the same intensity

- in tomorrow's game, you hear?
- Yes, Coach.

Put it here. Tigers on three.

- One, two, three...
- Tigers!

What's up, Coach?

Hey, get that for me.

Well, you still got jokes, Coach.

Mm-hmm.

That pitcher... he got some heat, boy.

That kind of remind me of somebody.

Shit. I mean, you was
always a good athlete,

but your focus was
all over the place, boy.

- Man, stop it, Coach.
- Whatever, man.

Hey, look, I got to holler
about you at something.

Okay.

I'm trying to start my own game
up at the Ecorse Rec Center.

Well, you got enough
people over there interested

- in playing?
- It's baseball, Coach.

People gonna go wherever
the game is, you know that.

The only problem I got is,
ain't no shelter on the field.

Get kind of hot out there.

So what you talking?

Just a dugout and the bleachers.

And what you gonna do about the umpire?

Was kind of hoping you
could help me out with that.

Ooh, boy, that's a tough ask.

I got faith in you, Coach.

Los, what up, doe?

Up all night finishing this book, man.

Ms. Kim is sick, so
I will be subbing in.

Che Guevara looks great on a T-shirt.

I know, I got three,

but if we're talking
about real revolution,

we are talking about Karl Marx.

So I assume that all
of you did your reading.

So let's do a layup.

How many of you agree with Marx

that man cannot see beyond
his own material self-interest?

Anybody?

You, Kwam�.

Descartes said, "I
think, therefore I am."

Ain't that what separates
us from animals?

We can do anything we
want if we put our minds to it.

Like pulling out if you
ain't got no rubbers.

- At least my dick get hard.
- Ooh.

All right, Mr. Flenory,
watch your mouth.

Now, everybody just settle
down, just settle down.

Let's take this another way, all right?

Short-term gain versus long-term gain...

how many times have I
seen a student drop out,

thinking it's better to
take a shift at the factory

than to study a few more
years for a better job later?

Well, you know teen
pregnancy's sky-high right now.

People got to do what they got to do.

Shut the fuck up.

Mr. Flenory, do you have a rebuttal?

You said if a student studies now,

he's gonna get a better
job in the future, right?

But how do you know the
job he has in front of him

ain't the best he's gonna get?

Well, Marx is not trying
to prove that investing

in the future will always
be the better outcome.

You make it sound
like material self-interest

is a bad thing, Mr. Ryan.

Sometimes that's all we
got. Look, I agree with Marx.

A man can't see past his
own material self-interest

until he knows he's
fully taken care of.

I got a question.

Is your brother gonna babysit y'all kid

so you can go to class, or
are you gonna drop out, too?

Hey, hey, break it up!
Break it up now! Now!

Mr. Flenory, outside.

Settle down.

- Pussy.
- Out.

Relax, relax, relax.

Game on Friday. Come on, chill.

Hey, Mama.

What's up, Pop?

Demetrius, we need to talk.

Can I put this Chinese food down first?

Boy, sit down.

What's going on?

I was doing laundry, and
I found this in your room.

So you a policeman now?
Some kind of secret agent?

'Cause them men need
weapons to do they job.

What kind of job you
got you need a gun?

- Charles...
- No, nah, Lucille.

We got us a man now.

He don't need his mama to protect him.

He done went and got a gun.

Pops, it's not like that.

Then what's it like, Demetrius?

'Cause right about now,

I don't think I want you
around my kids no more.

So you found a gun,
and I ain't your child?

Is that what you telling me?

No, that's not what he's saying.

Don't speak for me, woman.

My tongue work fine.

Hey, what's going on?

Yo, I'm throwing your
brother out the house.

I found a damn gun.

All right, Pops, I'll be out,

but y'all gonna be
following in my footsteps.

What the hell is he talking about?

Nothing. Stop all this
foolishness, please.

Our house is in foreclosure

because we behind on the mortgage.

That's why.

How's that, Lucille?

Look, Pops, it's cool, all right?

This should get us out
of whatever jam we in.

No. Stop! Let him go, Charles!

Charles!

If you ever raise
your fist at me again,

I'll treat you like a
nigga on the street.

You understand me?

- Man, I'm out this bitch.
- Yo, Meech.

Demetrius.

Demetrius!

I feel like I needed this
more than you today.

Meech, I don't get why you
still live with your parents

and y'all be just fighting like that.

That's how we show our love.

That sound real dysfunctional to me.

It do.

You still got that money

I left you to go get
the kids some clothes?

Yeah, but I can always use more.

Hey, where the phone at?

I got to take this.

I'll go get you a hot towel.

- You miss me?
- I heard you were out.

Man, I came straight
to see you and Zoe.

Without calling first? Do
you know what time it is?

Obviously, you don't, or
you wouldn't have came

this late on a school night.

Uh, I catch you at a bad time?

Nigga, don't come questioning me.

I ain't seen your ass in two years.

That's 'cause you stopped coming to...

Look, Mo, we can get into
all of that later, all right?

I-I just want to see my daughter.

Lamar, I already told
you, Zoe is not yours.

Monique, stop with that bullshit.

You know I'm the only
daddy she's ever known.

Look, get on your
feet, then we can talk

about you and Zoe
spending time together, okay?

Look, um...

I got her something.

You just give that to her,
and you tell her I said hi.

Bye, Lamar.

What the fuck?

Stay away from my bitch.

Next time, I won't miss.

Yeah, fuck you!

I ain't never been scared of a man,

but this nigga Lamar, he a legend.

Let me just break it down for you.

Southwest Detroit, River
Rouge, and Ecorse...

pretty much on top of each other.

You can be on the corner
in Rouge, cross the street,

now you in Ecorse.

You go up one block from
that, now you in Detroit.

A bunch of different dudes

used to run a lot
of different sections.

This one man used to
terrorize the entire area,

pushing H and robbing all the dealers

till he got popped
on an assault charge.

When Lamar went away,

Visger became the
hottest block in the area.

The 12th Street Boys

had the bottom near
the shrimp joint popping.

We had 19th Street by the store.

While both crews was beefing

all over all the streets in between,

Lamar's lawyer was
running an insanity defense,

which got him four
years in the nuthouse

instead of the big house.

Then Reagan started emptying
the mental-health facilities,

so the man who used
to reign over the region

was back at the crib after two.

And the first thing he
sees is me with his ex.

But the thing that
really pissed Lamar off

was all the corners he used to run

were now 12th Street and ours.

And he was willing to do
anything to get things back

to the way they used to be.

Lucille...

we need to talk about this mortgage.

Okay.

Let's talk about it, Charles.

I go out here every
day and bust my butt.

I bring the check over to you.

How are we behind?

I pay all the bills.

I also buy the food, the clothes.

And you know what?

It's never enough.

That's why I went out
and got the job at Wendy's.

Everything was fine.

It was all fine until
the car broke down

and we had to get it fixed.

And I thought I could catch up,

but I-I wound up falling
even more behind, and I...

And how we supposed to pay

for Nicole to go on that field trip?

I'm not punishing her for our mess.

We can't cover it.

Then you take your butt up there,

and you see the look on Nicole's face

when you tell her that she
can't go on that class trip.

Deal with that, Charles.

As a matter of fact,
you can deal with all of it,

because I'm sick of living like this.

I'm sick of it!

Lucille...

I'ma do like I always do.

I'ma figure it out.

Look at me.

Baby...

baby, look at me.

But you got to trust me.

- Baby!
- Hey, everybody.

Hey, hey, hey.

Everyone, this is Terry,
B-Mickie, and Sockie.

Hey, everybody. How y'all doing?

- How y'all doing?
- Hey.

Where's my mom and Nicole?

She said they were gonna be late.

Okay. How's the food? Food good?

Everything is beautiful.

I'm so happy you did this.

Now, can you please come and sit down?

A baby shower, babe?

Come on.

Terry, really?

You can't leave.

I told everyone you were coming.

Some of these people are
family you never even met.

Come on, babe, I'm
not about to sit here

yapping with a bunch
of girls at a baby shower

opening baby presents.

I-I thought we were
doing this together.

Babe, you got your girls
and your whole family here.

But not the father of my child?

I'm counting on you, Terry.

I paid for the food, the decorations,

the liquor, but this
right here... this ain't me.

I'm gonna hit you later and
see what's up with you, okay?

No. No.

Damn.

I love you, too.

Shit.

- What's this about?
- You were speeding.

License and registration, please.

- That's not mine.
- You're right.

It's your son's.

Fransciscus is a senior
at Saint Martin de Porres.

A possession charge will stop

any decent college from admitting him.

You don't scare me
with your gestapo tactics.

Gestapo? Ain't that a bitch.

No, baby, this is Detroit.

Look, you leave the rec center alone,

and I'll leave your son alone.

Choice is yours.

I just came to pick up some clothes.

I need you to set a
better example for Terry

or leave him alone altogether.

Terry is like a sponge.

He doesn't listen to me or your father,

but he soaks up
everything you say and do.

Demetrius...

we've done everything we can for you.

Put you through
school, you dropped out.

Helped you get employment, you quit.

Ma, who wants to work a fast-food job?

Nobody, including me.

But I do it to support our family.

You think you better
than me or something?

No. That's not what I'm saying.

If you and Daddy believe in
the power of God so much...

why worry about Terry?

- Don't.
- Or the mortgage?

Don't.

Don't twist my words around like that.

Ma, I'm not saying that, okay?

Listen, you always
taught me the Lord works

in mysterious ways.

Ma, listen to me. I got money.

Maybe I'm your mysterious way, Ma.

If you live long enough

to see your children make mistakes...

mistakes that might ruin their lives...

then you will understand
why I can't accept

your money.

Ma.

What up, doe?

- Damn.
- That's for getting me

kicked out the crib for
that stupid-ass gun I told

- your dumb ass to get rid of.
- My bad, dog.

Yeah, you fucking
right it's your bad, man.

I know you ain't talking

with them rusty-ass ankles.

Shut up.

Y'all looking like the
high-top brothers minus one.

- That shit wasn't funny.
- Man, I don't know

who hired this country
bumpkin-ass bitch anyway!

The only bitch I know is your mama.

You better watch how you talking to me.

Yo, what the fuck is going on, man?

Kato over here slicing
prices like it's Black Friday.

People don't have the kind of
money we charging... I had to.

Yo, yo, yo. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.

Our name is Fifty Boyz.

We sell $50 bags of
crack all day, all night.

It's slow as shit out here.

I had to think on the
fly to make a sale.

Look, look, yo. This
ain't no democracy, Kato.

You do what we say,
or you get the fuck on.

Everybody back to work except Kato.

Slashing prices. Ain't that a bitch.

You know this team's
got a lot of players, right?

And I'm the only one
sweating on the field.

The rest of 'em was
backsliding 'til y'all showed.

So now you a snitch?

Look, our crew is
like an assembly line.

It got a whole lot of moving parts

and a whole lot of players,
but in order for us to win,

everybody got to play their position.

Don't ever forget that
shit, or you could do like

my brother said and get the fuck on.

Wow. Yo, you told her, Meechie.

Good shit. No slap
on the wrist or nothing?

For thinking outside the box?

Nigga, 50 is our
brand. That's our name.

That's all we got in these streets.

Man, I made my decision, man.

And you didn't even
talk to me about it,

nor did you say anything
before moving out here.

'Cause if you had, guess
what... I would have told you

what a dumbass idea this was
without a marketing scheme.

Nigga, we slinging crack.

We ain't selling no fucking beer ads.

- Whatever.
- What if Kato's right

and the streets ain't fucking
with our 50 bags no more?

Shit.

Hey, B, what-what's the
biggest flophouse in Ecorse?

Shit, Pumpkin.

She like the E.F. Hutton of crack.

Whenever she talk,
them baseheads listen.

What if we use that extra shake

we got to cook up a new batch?

Don't step on it as much.

- Hit it with a new stamp.
- Right, right, right.

Give it to Pumpkin and
have her ass spread the word.

- God damn.
- What?

That's a dope idea.

You ain't never use your big-ass head

other for something
than a hat rack, nigga.

Yeah, about time.

Yo, we wouldn't even be in this mess

if your ass hadn't caved in.

Do you brothers ever do
some, like, family shit, like hug?

Man, shut the fuck up.

Nigga.

Nicole and my folks
are out for the night.

It's smelling like money, boy.

Nigga, put a shirt on.
We is not at Lawanda's.

- Fuck you, nigga.
- I know.

Listen, man.

You see all this
motherfucking money, nigga?

Yeah, nigga. Nigga, we here, nigga.

What the fuck are
you talking about, man?

Ooh! Ooh-hoo-hoo!
Look at that, look at that.

Appreciate you.

Now, you know

I couldn't let you be the only
one pulling up with a Benz.

I see you. I see you.

We definitely hollering at Pat

about buying our own
shit tonight, though.

Bringing that up tonight
might not be the move.

Shit, oh, well, that's
the move we making.

Damn, girl, you clean up well.

What you thought I was gonna have on,

some gym shoes and sweats?

Okay, okay.

I see y'all over there holding it down.

If you ever over in the Brewster's,

- get at K-9, all right?
- All right.

Hey, this nigga seen us how many times?

And he never paid us no mind.

Shit, after tonight,
everybody gonna know

who the fucking 50 Boyz are.

- Welcome to Club Taboo.
- Appreciate you, boss.

- Enjoy yourselves.
- Yes, sir.

Gentlemen.

Hey, baby, baby, baby.

Yeah, let me get four shots of Henny.

Make his a double.

I'm just happy to see
you back, but, you know,

I'm guessing your
pockets is kind of low.

If you want to fill
'em, you run with us.

I'm just saying a man
of your experience

would be welcomed, in my crew.

Yo, do me a favor.

Send some warm milk to
them day-care kids, all right?

Told you that was a bad idea.

That nigga's still institutionalized.

That motherfucker took my drink.

Fuck that nigga.

Man, that shit you
pulled in class don't fly.

Man, fuck you, fuck you,

and fuck all of these
bitch-ass niggas you here with.

Hey, do we got a
fucking problem, nigga?

I know we don't got no fucking problem.

No, we good, bro.

That's what the fuck I thought.

Come on, let's bounce. Come on.

Fuck out of here, soft-ass niggas.

Yo, that's that nigga
Kwam� from school?

- Yeah.
- Man, fuck them niggas, man.

Right.

Y'all fellas having fun tonight?

Hell, yeah.

Y'all looking too good to be fighting.

Ah, we good.

See y'all later.

Man, you see... you see me?
You know what I'm doing?

- Man, come on, man.
- Chill.

Pat over there, man. Let's go, man.

- Fuck that nigga.
- Man, let's go.

Cheers to my nigga Pat.
More money, more power, baby.

Let's get it. Yes, sir.

Whoo!

Oh, there go my boys.

Boom, I want you to meet Meech, Terry.

These are the biggest
earners in my stable.

Nice to meet y'all, man.
This is my wife Markisha.

Y'all boys look like you getting it in.

Hell, yeah.

Got to, man. It's my
man Pat's birthday.

Hey, y'all mind if we steal
Pat from you for a moment?

Shit, it's his night. Be our guest.

Yo Pat! It's your birthday!

Yep, yep, yep. Thank you. Straight up.

- Here you go, OG.
- Oh, man. Perfect timing.

Already know I got you.

Mm-hmm.

Token of our appreciation

for everything you've done us.

Man, straight up, I
love you little niggas.

No doubt. No doubt, and we'll
be through tomorrow to re-up.

Re-up?

I just broke y'all
off, like, last week.

Y'all niggas selling too fast.

What the hell you mean?

Isn't the object of
the job to get paid?

Get paid and stay yo ass out of jail.

Don't forget that part.

Keep telling y'all this
ain't no 40-yard dash.

Look, Pat, we're taking every
precaution you ever taught us,

and we definitely on point.

Matter of fact, we want
to cop a brick of powder

when we come get our bags.

Meech, you ever hear the expression

"God don't give you more
than you can handle"?

As far as our relationship
is concerned, I'm God.

Now, I'm always gonna have
your best interests at heart.

And stop talking shop at my party.

Now, I'm finna go back
inside and get at these bitches.

Told you not to
bring that shit up here.

Yo, it's cold as fuck. What
are we doing out here?

Man, I'm so sick of motherfuckers

telling us what to do, and the
only way that's gonna change...

we got to start running our own shit.

Yo, that's what I've
been saying, Meech.

We got to be bosses,
but if we gonna do this,

you're gonna need to learn
how to listen a little more

and be more inclusive.

Otherwise, it's gonna
be a short-ass reign.

But what about Pat?

Shit, that nigga put us on
and got us to where we at.

So hopefully we make him rich.

- But I ain't waiting.
- Meech, that ain't smart.

Ain't nobody ever gave
nobody shit in this country, Tee.

They didn't give us our
freedom or the right to vote.

Nigga, we had to fight for that shit.

It's the same way as us
fighting for our independence

in this fucking game, man.

So what you saying?

Fuck being bosses.

We gonna be kings, Tee.

Kings of the motherfucking D, man.

Ha ha.

These niggas can't fuck with us.

See it, touch it, obtain it.

Oh, shit.

Yo, this is Wanda.

I'm gonna handle that. I'm gonna...

All right, go handle that.

Oh, come here.

Come here, come here.

- Easy.
- I got it, Mama.

- Easy.
- I got it, Mama. Okay.

No, no, it's me. It's me. It's me.

Oh, look at him.

Let me see my nephew, man.

Man, you know what you doing?

Of course.

Hey, little man.

Oh, you looking just like your pops...

and his before that.

He got them Flenory feet,
too, so you already know.

Better hush your mouth.

- And so do you.
- Oh.

What are y'all talking about?

Nothing.

Y'all better stop. Stop.

- What up, doe?
- Tee, it's 10:40, man.

We supposed to meet old boy by 11:00.

Damn, nigga, we just
got back from the hospital.

Give me, like, an hour or so.

Nigga, hell, no, man.

Get your ass up out
the crib. We can't be late.

Supposed to be there in 20 minutes.

It's okay. Go ahead. I'm good.

You sure you got everything you need?

Nigga, I just heard Wanda
give your ass the green light.

Man, get your ass up out the crib.

We cannot be late. Don't speed.

Shut up.

Hey, baby, you sure you good?

Just go before I change my mind.

- How about that?
- All right.

Hey. Hey, he just-
he just smiled at me.

- Yeah, all right.
- Hey, little man.

You know Daddy loves you, right?

Oh, um, I think I left
his pacifier in the car.

Will you bring it in, before you go?

Remember when I said

I wouldn't change a damn thing?

Yeah, that's a fucking lie.

Oh, my God!

Terry!

If I hadn't let my brother
join me in that car,

we might not be in the
position we in today.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Baby, no, come on, stay with me!

We have a baby, Terry!

Come on, we need you. Somebody help!

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