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[operator] This call is from
an inmate at a federal prison.

This call is being recorded
and is subject to monitoring.

- To accept, dial five now.
- [phone beeps]

[man] Respect for the game
is honor.

Where if you sign on to the army to
kill other people and you do it,

you come home
and you get a medal.

But killing in another game,

- you'll go to jail for it.
- [cell door clanking]

It's honorable when it's at war,

but it's not honorable when
there's a war in the street.

Just like snitching. Like, if you a
cop and you snitch, that's honorable.

But if you're a criminal
and you snitch,

now you're going
against what you signed onto.

Now you trying to put somebody
in jail instead of yourself,

that you was getting money with;
no honor in that.

So whether it's money, women,
cars: honor comes first.

Respect for the game is honor.

[hip-hop music playing]

[man over PA]
...Police Department.

Please be advised that
pedestrians are not permitted

to walk in the street
or roadway.

Pedestrians are also prohibited
from obstructing sidewalks.

The pedestrians utilizing
the sidewalk

must ensure
that sufficient space

is available for use
by other pedestrians.

You may be placed under arrest and
charged with disorderly conduct,

a violation
of New York State penal law.

This is the New York City
Police Department.

Please be advised
that pedestrians

are not permitted to walk
in the street...

[music continues]

[man]
I came from a block in Harlem.

Whether you played basketball
or chose the drug game,

the mentality was
death before dishonor.

We were governed
by our own laws.

We had morals and principles.

And your word meant everything.

And the consequence of any violation
of the rules of this game...

was you could get killed.

[music continues]

And the guys
that played the game right,

they were considered
the good guys.

But in this game, the good
guys have to do bad things.

[sirens wailing in distance]

[up-tempo hip-hop music playing]

[music continues]

[sirens wailing]

I wasn't from the block.

I was actually from the
eastside, Spanish Harlem.

My man Black who I knew
from school brought me around.

And the older dudes
liked my style.

Yo, Kite, real talk?

I like the nigga, man.
His style's impeccable, man.

They liked me because I was a younger
dude, but I had big-boy toys.

And I conducted myself
like a boss.

The older dudes ran the block.

They were cut
from a different cloth.

They took pride in being men.

And the dude
that I looked up to,

the dude that actually
hit me with some work,

that was Primo.

Primo was gangster.

He used to be a stick-up kid, but now
he had a plug with the Italians.

And he had all the drugs,

always had all the jewelry.

And would never send somebody to do
something that he wouldn't do himself.

[gunshots]

["New Jack"
by Smoke DZA playing]

Primo's crew was feared
throughout the whole city.

And because I was down with him, it meant
I could hustle anywhere in Harlem.

[song fades]

...at the end of the day

you ain't got to worry
about none of these things, man.

We got all that on lock.

Nigga ain't gonna violate
nothing on us.

Like, this whole shit is us.

Primo's right-hand man was Kite.

They were like brothers.

He was a funny dude.

He had this way of always trying
to test you.

I mean, you busting your gun
and all that, a little?

Nah, I'm busting the BBS'
right here, that's all.

- That's cool, you bust your gun...
- I paid him no mind.

But Black, he wasn't having it.

- It's good, go ahead.
- It's not like that, though, man.

Good, young niggas, man.
You know what I mean?

[all talking over each other]

Not on a Sunday night.

[OG] I didn't give a fuck about
none of that tough-guy shit.

I truly thought
it was unnecessary.

A fair one
was always okay with me.

I just wanted to get money
and stay fly.

I just want to know,
what's the next car to get?

That's what I need to know.
What you getting?

Man, I'm looking at that 850.

This nigga keep driving the van, like, family
car. I don't know what the fuck that's for.

- I drive MVPs, B.
- [OG] This nigga about MVPs, B.

Child seats in there, you know?

- [laughter]
- You know what I'm saying?

- Most valuable player car.
- He put BBS' on a van.

- [laughter]
- You wishing...

Kite really did have the MPV.

And he had the nerve
to put some rims on it.

But when that family van
pulled up,

The block would clear out.

'Cause you never knew when he
was gonna come out spraying.

["Limitless"
by Smoke DZA paying]

♪ Big meals
At Frankie and Johnny's ♪

♪ I tip generous ♪

♪ Ain't no ceiling for DZA
My shit limitless ♪

♪ Out of body experience ♪

♪ Wait, jump back in my temple ♪

♪ I got a vision
Is this killer shit? ♪

♪ Whole lot of commas
Is what you dealing with ♪

♪ The main event ♪

♪ Don't even mention
Them other cats... ♪

[gunshot]

These guys
were legends in the street.

And I was taught the game
directly from them.

So you gonna last, stay low,
get money.

Primo was my OG.

He taught me the game.

He was a killer for hire,

but always taught me
to stay away from the violence.

...but you gotta keep
the murders, the bodies,

gotta keep that shit
to a minimum.

To a minimum?

'Cause you can't get money
with them bodies on you.

- Know what I mean?
- No bodies?

Primo and I never talked about
no dumb shit.

He was always schooling me.

Teaching me how to be
a better man.

To stay focused. Stay prepared.

He hated when I smoked.

Lay off the Buddha, man,
you know what I mean?

- No more chunky-black for a while, B.
- [clears throat]

- Get back in the gym. Get our shit...
- Primo was my connect.

He would hit me with the work,
and I would hit my young niggas.

But they was getting
way too wild,

- an Primo didn't trust it.
- ...niggas is young.

I don't know how honorable
them niggas is, though, B.

You know, any nigga on our team,
you already know.

We honorable, B.

You know, we gonna go down,
we gonna stand up.

I can't say that
for them young niggas, you dig?

- I'm getting money, I got cars.
- Young niggas was getting money.

But they was starting to have
issues that involve gun-play.

And that's not what I did.

And I didn't know
what to tell him.

They will bust they gun but I don't
know what they gonna do after that.

They wolves, you understand?

They want they own,
I'm not gonna lie.

Line 'em up, man.

Line 'em up, man.

That's not what I'm saying.

You know, they'll do anything
for me. I'm just saying.

Get some structure
out here, man.

A lot of these kids in disarray.

Matter fact, they have problems,
just come see me, B.

Fucking cut, you know.

Let him do what he do.

You do what you do;
keep getting money, all right?

- You get that money, man. Line 'em up for you, man.
- Yeah, red pulse and all that.

At the end of the day, he taught me that you
don't have to be feared to be respected.

Just play the game with honor

and be thorough.

A no-nonsense kinda nigga.

But if anybody disrespected you,
no matter who it was,

you should always be prepared
to use your gun.

["Time's Up" by O.C. playing]

There was nothing better
than the girls from Harlem.

They were called
the major coins.

And the dudes in the game
loved spending money on them.

It was called "tricking."

And if you got
with any one of them,

that meant you was doing it.
It was like a trophy.

These women respected the game
just as much as the men,

if not more.

And they knew how
to get their own money.

They stayed fly.

They thought like bosses,

so they were only attracted
to bosses.

They could make a couple grand just
walking from 125th to 145th, any day.

'Cause any dude outside would
throw them a couple of dollars.

And try to throw them
they A-game.

I've been thinking about you
and some other shit, so...

[chuckles]

You look real good tonight too.

I'm telling you, you killing
that mink jacket.

- All right?
- Don't fuck with me.

Primo used to talk to Erika.

She was fine.

Don't even think about talking
to her unless you had car money.

I really wanna fuck with you, but I need
to know if you're an honorable chick.

What you think?

You gon' ride with me?

Like, you gonna hold my gun

- when it's time...
- You shouldn't have to ask that question.

I mean, it's something
I have to ask,

'cause I don't wanna just put something
on you that you ain't ready for.

All right, well, you get to ask
that question once.

I'll answer it once.

- Okay.
- The answer is yes.

You said that like a gangster
too, I like that.

[chuckles]

At the end of the day,
you gonna honor up?

Honor... honor up?

Yeah, if you're an honorable
person, you say, "honor up" back.

- Honor up.
- Okay, I like that.

- [chuckles]
- I like that.

Good girl. Yeah I like that.

- Watch your hands.
- Oh, I'm sorry...

I smooched Spanish Rocky.

She liked me 'cause I was cocky.

Oh my God, I always had a thing
for Spanish girls.

I knew you only came around just
'cause you wanted to see me.

Who's saying that?

I was thinking it was the car,
but I know it's me.

You know what I'm saying?

- I know you think I'm cute.
- Mm-hm.

Tricking wasn't really my thing.

But when I met her, I knew I was
gonna buy her a couple of cars.

She was gonna be wifey
for lifey.

I'm not trick or nothing, but I feel
like I need to buy you a couple cars.

I'm not gonna lie.

- This is a good one to start with.
- [laughs]

I sold crack.

And my clientele
was called crackeheads.

[hip-hop music playing]

When I get high, it's like,
I feel my heart pumping.

Put the crack in the pipe,
start smoking the crack.

Like, ten minutes later
you out in space like this...

And you start looking around, and you
feel this adrenaline rush off the crack,

so you start moving this way,
and you start moving that way.

Then you just start moving
all over the place.

You start thinking about, "Okay,
is this guy looking at me?"

Or, "Is this person looking at
me?" Like, you wanna be paranoid.

You come down and start
thinking about it later on

and what time you might wanna
run around again like a madman.

You run and hide in a hallway,
or go to your apartment.

Or you're, like, looking
for a rooftop where nobody's at

where there is nobody
nowhere around.

I smoke, I get high and I start
having the adrenaline rush.

Start ripping off all my clothes
and wait till I come down.

That'd be the first one. Then the
second one I do the same thing.

Then the third one
I just might look there

and be butt-ass naked
and just asking myself,

"Do you really want
another one?"

[grunts]

I sold straight coke as well.

The old-timers
used to smoke coolies.

[mellow hip-hop playing]

[man 2] Back in '87, '88,

me and my peeps used to go up to
the heights, cop a gram or two,

and shoot down to the top.

Rooftop, that is.

Listen to Brucey-B, Kid Capri,
Starchild do they thing.

Then we shoot up
in the bathroom.

You could either sniff the coke

or roll it up in a cigarette.

Who would even imagine
rolling up coke it a cigarette.

Nicotine, rat poison, all that shit
and you gonna go put coke in it.

It was a thing to do.

Basically you'd bust down
half the cigarette,

put the coke in it,

Twist it around,
you take that filter out.

That's what a filter does:
it filters shit.

Put a little piece of cardboard
in the back.

Roast it.
Get your mind right.

And that's what they call
a coolie.

It was a good look, it was casual,
it wasn't no crackhead shit.

Never had me running
around chasing after nothing.

Then, it's was real easy,
like fine wine.

[hip-hop music playing]

[man 1] This was my young crew.

They were like
America's worst nightmare.

Fresh, intelligent,
getting money.

And extremely violent.

I was like their OG.

I had the red Porsche
with the red BBS rims.

I just to come around stunting.

They loved it. It was like
motivation for 'em.

I don't really give a fuck
about cars.

All I really give a fuck about is the
color, you know what I'm staying?

I buy the car
to match my outfit.

[JR] Sometime you be wylin, man.

You gonna get the cleaners
in the car.

[OG] They were thorough, but they
was just too young and wild.

[OG] You gotta stay away from the
violence as much as possible.

- If it happens, it happens. We know what we need to do.
- Right.

Just be calm, just be cool.
Violence is a means to an end.

When we first got here,
they were selling dime bottles.

Now it's fucking trays.

Then it's gonna be
two for fives.

What the fuck, we gonna break our back?
We running on a treadmill.

We gotta change what we selling because
everybody's selling the same thing.

- Right.
- We's a family and we gotta stick together.

And we can never have no beef
between each other.

Boss, you right.

[OG] We just didn't think
everyone else was hustling right.

- [coughing]
- We just used to laugh at niggas.

I would advise them, keep 'em
one step ahead of the game.

["Dipshits" by Cam'ron playing]

This is Dee.
He did everything high.

But he handled his business.

I used to fuck with him
because he was cheap.

You gotta spend some money.

- You understand what I'm saying?
- He ain't gonna spend the money, man.

Nigga, you acting Jewish, man.

I know you taking...

Spend no money, don't bust
his gun, he don't do nothing.

- I'm tired of you.
- [scoffs]

And JR, he was like
my little brother.

He was a stand up guy,

And obsessed with me
getting a connect.

What's downtown got on some Brooklyn
niggas, you know what I'm saying?

She wasn't about nothing, man.

Anyway, if you get the connect, man,
could lock this whole shit down, man.

I know once you get
that connect, man.

- Shit gonna be crazy, I'm telling you, man.
- [coughing]

But y'all just gotta keep it
cool, that's all.

That's all we gotta do;
get this money.

- And also...
- ...better position than us. That's why you saying keep cool.

It's all
I've been thinking about.

He was nice in ball but he chose
to sign on to the drug game.

And he had a fine-ass sister
that was nice in ball too.

But she was off limits
out of respect.

[song fades]

[hip-hop music playing]

Mike? Mike was the wildcard.

A real hothead.

He had issues.

So I sent him to talk to Primo.

But where Primo used to talk
to me like a boss,

he used to talk to Mike
like a killer.

Seen that nigga Rado
around, man?

Nigga owe me
a couple dollars, man.

- Hold on, hold on, Rado owe you some money?
- Yeah.

Type of bubblegum shit is that,
my nigga?

Yo, listen, my nigga.

Real talk.

He some Pootie Tang,
pussy, gump-ass... You?

You know, you a killa
these streets.

How you let a nigga like that
owe you, my nigga?

How you let a dude like that violate.
You known as a killer on these streets.

These blocks you own,

they hear some shit like that?

- It's over, B.
- Right.

Can't have that bubblegum shit,
my nigga.

Nigga don't play
them ghetto games.

If you plan on staying on top...

can't let nobody violate.

Nobody violate.

These the streets of Harlem.

If you give someone some work,

they have to pay.

If they don't, no one
you work with will respect you.

They'll think you're soft.

And they won't pay you either.

And if someone owes you money
and they're coming around,

flagrantly spending,
buying shit and gambling?

That's a violation.

And that person
must be made an example.

At least on my block.

This dude Rado
owed Mike some money.

And instead of paying Mike,

He decides to buy a car and do some
heavy gambling around the block.

Dee was at the gambling spot
and gave Mike a call.

Mike told Dee to keep him there.

[hip-hop music playing]

[no audible dialog]

Heard you shook them niggas up
at the G Spot the other day.

[Rado] Oh, you heard that?
Cracked them niggas, man.

Broke them niggas, man.

- There's some of that right here and then some.
- Oh, yeah?

Facts.

That type of shit,
I like to hear. I heard you.

Deal the cards, man.

None of that funny trick dealing
shit you be on either, man.

Man, y'all be tripping.
[shuffles cards]

[Mike] Oh, man!

- Oh, go my nigga right here.
- [chuckles]

Y'all didn't invite me
to the game, huh?

What up, boy?

- [Mike] What's going on?
- 'Sup, nigga.

[Mike] Gentlemen.

You don't mind if I do, right?

[man] Nah.

[Mike] You don't mind, do you?

You, my nigga?

So what's the game?

[man] A little blackjack.

Blackjack?

Twenty-one, huh?

This is cool.

Rado.

What's going on?

Mmm.

That's a lot of money
over there.

[Dee] Mr. Moneyman right here.

Cleaned them up at the dice game
the other day. That's that money.

Oh, is that so?
Cleaned up at the G Spot?

[Dee] Mm-hm.

Uh, wouldn't happen to be some
of that money you owe me, right?

[tense music playing]

Hmm?

No? What, cat got your tongue,
nigga?

- Mmm, ain't got shit to say, man.
- Typical.

[Mike] Yeah, All right.
It's cool.

This what we're gonna do, see;
Since I'm a gentleman...

we're gonna play
a gentleman's game.

Right? Since you played me,

I'ma play you back
for the money that you owe me.

Sounds fair.

- Sounds fair to me.
- [Mike] Sounds very fair.

So let's play our own game.

Now, what we gonna play is a game
called high card. Heard of it?

You ever played that?

- Yeah...
- You look confused. Okay.

It's real simple.

Easy. Check.
You deal me a card

you deal yourself a card.

Whoever has the high card
is the winner,

and whoever has the lower card
is... a loser.

Pretty simple.

- Sounds simple to me.
- Mm-hmm. Pretty simple.

So let's, uh... shall we?

Deal, nigga.

[Mike] Deal the cards, brother.

Rado! Deal the cards, Rado!

Flip.

Know how many possibilities there is for a
five, for me to have higher than a five?

Huh?

But you know what, maybe God
on your side tonight, right?

Flip me over, nigga.

Oh, ain't this about a bitch?

[chuckles]

Goddamn it, Rado!

Rado, Rado, Rado, now we
in a fucked up spot now, huh?

Look at what you done did,
nigga.

You just got
your fucking man killed.

[gunshots]

[music continues]

We gonna try this motherfucker
again, right?

We gonna play this over again.

I'm giving you a lot
of fucking chances, Rado.

Flip the cards.

Flip up.

- Look at this, this nigga's scared now. He nervous.
- [chuckles]

You nervous?
I know you nervous, nigga.

Go ahead, flip up.

[audible heartbeat]

The fuck, you shaking, nigga.

Look at this nigga, got the face like a nigga
just smack the shit out of him, right?

Nigga's crazy.

Oh he owes niggas money...
Flip the fucking card, nigga!

Aw, goddamn it, a two?

Motherfucking deuce, man.

[chuckles]

[Mike] Shit!

Rado this calm
as a motherfucker, ain't he?

Flip me over, nigga.
Flip... flip me over.

[laughs]

Now we in a sticky one, nigga.

We're in a sticky one.

How are we gonna do this one up?
How are we gonna do this one?

Hmm? Know what?
Since I'm a gentleman...

you wanna take a drink?

Oh, no?

I like him. He's a gangster.

[OG] Dee and Mike did
what they felt they had to do.

In their eyes
they had no choice.

But now, it was too hot
for them to hustle uptown.

So they decided to go downtown
to the lower eastside.

And holler at their man
Blackface.

[tense music playing]

If you were from the lower
eastside, you called it Loisaidas.

It was basically
Harlem of downtown.

With a lot more Spanish people.

And the morals and principles of the
game were exactly the same down there.

I'm pissed the fuck off, man.

Just had to twist
a nigga's shit uptown, man.

This nigga owed me money,

walked in the spot,
all type of big chains on,

nigga smirking at me
and all that, man.

What's wrong
with these dumb niggas, man?

They don't play the game how
it's supposed to be played, man.

Fuck it, I might as well do that because
fuck, I can't hustle if I don't.

You know what I'm saying? You
know you'd a did the same shit.

I heard you.

But, now what?

- You just got that block clicking, that money was coming.
- Mm.

I mean, now you can't go back
there for a year or so.

Kna' mean?

Now you ain't got no choice but
to come down and fuck with me.

- Been trying to get y'all nigga...
- Fuck you, nigga.

What the fuck you think I'm doin
down here, nigga?

Did you think these bags
for show, nigga?

What's up? What we selling?
What they got?

I mean, they got a little bit
of everything, kna' mean?

They fuck with everything.

But we just gotta move wisely,
and make sure it go right.

We can't be on no renegade shit,
doing no dumb shit.

You know these lower eastside
niggas don't fuck with us Harlem...

[Mike] Man, fuck them niggas.

- What we selling?
- [Blackface] Got the coke,

kna' mean? Got the crack where
niggas smoke it in the pipe.

And these nigga's weirdos, put
it in they blunts and all that.

Got the dope.

Got the heron.

Kna' mean?

The best shit down here
is that dust.

- [Mike] Dust?
- Yeah, that dust.

[Mike] Niggas still fuck
with dust?

[scoffs] Do they.

My nigga, down here...

these niggas is zombies
for that dust.

Like zombies, like,

that's where the money at.

Kna' mean? All through
the lower eastside.

[Mike] Say now more, nigga,
let's ride.

[laughter]

- Bottle of Pepsi...
- [OG] Mike and Dee got his team from uptown,

and set up shop in the park.

[tense music playing]

This is Tito.

And he's lived
in Loisaidas his whole life.

And he gets money in that park.

And the rules are the same
everywhere.

You can't just set up shop on somebody
else's block and think you can get money.

So he sends his goons in the
park to rectify the situation.

[laughter]

[man] My niggas, man,
my niggas, man.

What's going on?

Now, who the fuck sanctioned y'all
to come out here and get paper, B?

Nobody give us permission.

[man] Oh, nah?

Ah.

[laughter]

- See the face on this nigga?
- Where they do that at?

This ain't your strip, B.

[laughter]

- You laughing?
- [laughter continues]

Get the fuck outta here, nigga!

We gave y'all niggas
the giggles.

Fuck is your problem, man?

- Y'all got the giggles tonight, huh?
- Damn, man.

Little, young boy with you too.

Get the fuck outta here, man.

Bum-ass shirt you got on,
nigga.

Ain't nothing to joke out here
but you, man.

[gunshots]

[opera music playing]

[music fades]

[OG] This had Tito tight,
but he had to get low.

But this situation
was far from over.

Dee and Mike got to work.

And got that park clicking.

Mike loved it downtown.

The money was good.

And there was so many
Spanish girls.

Mike had everybody working.

He even put his little mans on.

And then Tito sent another one
of his goons in the park

and this stupid-ass nigga
threatened the little dude.

Lotta money out here, huh.

A little somethin'.
What's happening?

Work on your left, man.

I need some of what
y'all got.

Oh, really?

- Yeah, really.
- I can't accommodate you on that one, playboy.

Oh, you see, we know you got little
homie out here getting money.

You know we know
where he go to school at.

- Is that right?
- Yeah, that's right.

[opera music playing]

[OG] And that's when shit
got crazy.

[music continues]

[OG] At that point, Mike decided
to come uptown to holler at me.

There was so much money
downtown.

And this was a job
for the professionals.

I told him to go holler at Kite.

And not to be so fucking sloppy.

You can't spend none
of that money in jail.

Kite told Mike to line 'em up.

Just show him
where they crew be at,

and they'd take care
of the rest.

He also told him
to get with Primo.

And to bring a young,
thorough shooter,

so they could send
the proper message.

["City of Dreams"
by Smoke DZA playing]

♪ Really ♪

♪ Smoke DZA kna' mean ♪

♪ Right ♪

♪ This that crazy Sam parties
at the Kennedy's center ♪

Mike told Dee, who knew exactly which
one of his young proteges to go get.

♪ And it don't matter
What coast you from ♪

♪ How many niggas you've killed
How much dope you've slung ♪

♪ Niggas thinking they can hang
how much rope you brung? ♪

♪ Bitch, fuck your feelings like
New York been soft ♪

♪ Since another Cali nigga came
And crushed the buildings ♪

♪ Niggas squares
Like Sicilians Big William... ♪

Yo?

Fuck these niggas.

All right.

- What's good, baby?
- What's good?

- What's poppin', man?
- Chilling, chilling.

Yeah.

What up, B?

- Shit, chilling, man, chilling.
- Have a seat, man.

[grunts]

- What's up with you, kid?
- Chilling.

[clears throat] You ride
your bike over here?

Yeah, pedal to the metal,
you know how that goes.

Bike riding-ass nigga.
You saw the game last night?

[young man] Yeah, that game was crazy, man.
Like, they lost by, like, 40 points yesterday.

Fucking Knicks gonna make me
catch a heart-attack.

[scoffs] I know, man.
I can't bet on them.

But, yo, [claps]
enough of all this.

Explain to me this
Loisaidas situation, though.

[sniffs]

What you wanna know about that?

I wanna know everything.

[sighs]

♪ I'm Abdullah
With the butcher work ♪

♪ Fucking flawless ♪

♪ Get my cookies
From the Growers ♪

♪ Way before the harvest ♪

♪ No matter where I'm at
It's 9/11 shit regardless... ♪

[song fades]

[opera music playing]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Primo and Kite definitely sent
the right message.

And Tito was next.

But these situations sometimes have
a way of taking care of themselves.

[Tito] Let me get a pack
of Newports, baby.

Tito also had a local problem
that he was underestimating.

[Tito] Fuckin'
stressful-ass day, my nigga.

Shit's weird around here, dog,
I don't even know anymore.

I feel like people is watching me
and shit, you know what I mean?

[speaking Spanish]

you know what I'm saying? Like...

- You speak Spanish, my nigga?
- Nah.

- Wait, you're not Dominican?
- Arab.

[speaking Spanish]

what's up, baby?

Chilling nigga, what's up?

[speaking Spanish]

My nigga [speaking Spanish]

I've known that nigga since
he was, like, this big.

We're already super-good,
my nigga.

Feel me? All right.

[speaking Spanish]

- We good my nigga. I know you Dominican, you lying.
- Nah. Nah.

You no Arabian asses.

One of his childhood friends
who he used to hustle with

did a bid for him
and just came home.

[cello music playing]

[OG] His name was Monster.

And him and his man
were straight killers.

[elevator bell dings]

[gunshots]

They were wolves.

They were the type of dudes that
would get cool with their connect

just so they could rob 'em.

[opera music playing]

Tito used to set up
stickups for Monster.

And Monster did a bid for a
robbery they were all down with.

And he didn't think
Tito looked out for him enough.

Monster came home
and he sent for Tito.

I guess Tito thought shit was sweet
'cause they grew up together.

[music continues]

- [knocking]
- [chuckling]

My nigga.

Oh shit, what's [speaks Spanish]

Boochie.

Ain't shit, my nigga. You know.

[speaking Spanish] you know,
doing my thing.

Yeah but, I've been waiting
for you to get out, man.

I heard you got it. What's good?

"What's good"?

Man, you a funny-ass nigga.

You know I did that bid for you.

All you did was send me
a little commissary?

[Tito] Listen, man, nobody told you
to do that shit like that, all right?

That shit was not supposed to go
down like that, my nigga. For real.

[gun cocks]

[grunts]

[gunshot]

[gasping]

[opera music playing]

[sputtering]

[gunshot]

And just like that,

Tito was out the game.

Mike's problem
had taken care of itself.

That happens that way sometime
in the hood.

But then this happened:

I understand you're willing
to provide information

on an ongoing investigation.

Yo, as long as you got my back, I'll
tell you everything you need to know,

This is what you call a snitch.

Basically a rat.

And this rat-bastard just got
picked up for something petty.

A weed charge.

He got the weed from his uncle.

Who just so happened to be
Primo's Italian connect.

So this cooperating
piece of dogshit

decides to give up his own
flesh and blood.

'Cause he's not man enough
to do the time.

[agent] I have the perfect
person.

We have an agent who specializes
specifically in your kind of case.

Just give me a moment,
he'll be with you in a second.

The thing that makes a rat
such a piece of shit

is because he consciously
signs on to the game,

gets close to the people
he hustles with

and when he gets in trouble,

he tells on his friends so he
doesn't have to do the time.

We don't fuck with rats,

and we don't fuck with anyone

that fucks with rats.

[door slamming]

[OG] Meet Detective Kean.

He was a specialist
in making criminals cooperate.

He felt there was a rat
in every criminal

and with the right approach

the inner rat would always
reveal itself.

And once Detective Kean
looked under the hood

and found out this dude
was working with Primo.

He looked at that as an
opportunity to get the work.

[Kean] I'm telling you,
you're gonna do a lot of time.

Gonna do a lot of time,
Victor, my friend.

Are you not gonna talk?

Huh?

Talk to me.

- I gotta honor up here.
- Uh-huh.

All right.

Coke. Crack.

Dust. Heroin.

You know about these things,
right?

You trust these guys?

You never heard of Primo
and Kite?

Hmm?

They'll fucking
turn you out man,

I'm, telling you.

Talk to me.

Talk to me and...

I'll make it work for you.

Tell me about the drugs.

- And the bodies.
- Bodies?

- Yeah.
- I don't know nothing about no bodies.

- I don't pull no triggers.
- They're all over the streets.

You got a problem with them,
go talk to them.

Fifteen, twenty bodies
all over 127th and 142nd.

- You know. Go talk to them.
- No, no, no, you know.

[scoffs]

You're gonna go to jail
for fucking moulinyans?

Your wife ain't gonna have
a husband because of niggas?

Who's gonna be
your wife's boyfriend?

A big, black nigga.

A big, black nigga.
Think about that image.

I want you to think
about that image, now.

Talk to me soon 'cause the clock
is ticking, my friend.

You don't know about these niggas?
You wanna protect them?

You're gonna go right
with those moulinyans.

Definitely gonna do
a lot of time, paisano.

What's wrong with you?

Come on.

Don't mind honor up.

Smarten up.

Detective Kean
was a racist bastard.

And the race card conveniently
always worked for him.

And this canary started to sing
like a little bitch.

[hip-hop music playing]

If you're not gonna
respect the game,

I don't suggest you play it.

Disrespect will get you killed.

Some dudes we knew,
owed Primo some money.

He decides to come around with his
boys to Primo's block and roll dice.

He was a killer as well, so I guess
he thought he could just do that.

Primo took that as a direct sign
of disrespect and a threat.

According to rules
that Primo was teaching,

him and his boys had to go.

It was the honorable
thing to do.

[hip-hop music playing]

After Detective Kean
heard this story,

he had enough to pick up Primo
and his whole crew.

Getting picked up
is a part of the game.

It's expected at some point.

It's where you character
is truly defined.

These dudes were comfortable
in this environment,

They knew the drill.

If you're man enough
to do the crime...

then be man enough
to do the time.

Snitching is never an option.

[alarm buzzing]

Tell me about your OG
gangster buddies, there.

Primo...

I'm looking at 40 years,

if that's what the Lord
deem right for me,

then I accept my fate.

We're done here.

- [alarm buzzing]
- Think about talking to me.

- You gotta think about me...
- 'Cause I'm the only fucking guy you got.

Who's your OG?
Talk to me about your OG.

I wanna hear some stories,
come on.

- My OG is your wife.
- Yeah, that's my wife?

- We butt-fucked your wife.
- Yeah, all right.

- She sucked our shitty dicks.
- [alarm buzzes]

And remember the major coins?

One of them got picked up 'cause
Kite left some work in the apartment

and it was in her name.

- [alarm buzzing]
- [cell door closing]

Look, girl. You fuckin' up.

Your grandmother is ringing
my phone off the hook.

She say you need to snitch.

You sitting in here over some shit
that had nothing to do with you.

Nu-uh, I got a reputation
in these streets.

What? You too honorable now?

You're not even a nigga, boo.

There's a new connect in town.
Look at this shit.

And you need to shut the fuck
up...

She was honorable,
she didn't say a word.

She'd rather sit in there
than be considered a rat.

They let her out
eventually though.

[hip-hop music playing]

I like you, Primo.

You're like an old-school guy.

I could talk to you.
You know what I mean?

You know, you go way back.
I go way back.

Come on, Primo.

You're a good guy.
Be a good guy.

Huh?

So, you talk to me about honor.

There is no honor, Primo.

Man, you just save your ass.

I understand your street code.

I understand your code
of ethics and honor.

- Do you?
- Yeah.

- Do you?
- I do.

If you do, you wouldn't be asking
me to snitch and talk to you at all

I'm not asking you to snitch.
I'm trying to help you.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

I'm from Harlem.

142nd Street,

127th Street, 110th Street,
150...

- I'm from Harlem.
- I get it!

At the end of the day,

I'm raised
from a different type of breed.

And them tactics that you using,

those is for cowards.

You sitting in front of a man,

so don't play
no fucking games with me.

You do your job;
I'm gonna do my job.

At the end of the day,
we don't snitch.

I'm honorable.

And when I come home,
I'ma still be honorable.

I'm trying to help you.

There's a way out.

[scoffs] I appreciate your help,
but I don't need it.

There's nothing
you could do for me.

There's no more to be said.

We all knew the Italian dude
was snitching.

I had to face the reality that
Primo might have to do some time.

So he sent for me.

He had a plan.

- And he wanted to make sure my mind was right.
- What's up, little bro?

- What's happening?
- I'm all right, how you?

- I'm good, how you doing?
- Good.

Nigga, you didn't bring no change,
no coins for the machine?

Come on, man, I'm not eating
nothing in there.

Plus, I don't carry coins, man.

Just cash,
it's not a strip club, man.

That shit in the machine
is like steak to me, man.

- That's crazy.
- Yo, listen, man,

I wanted to talk to you about...
the shit is kinda important to me.

It's over.

Them niggas is snitching.

The connect is snitching.

The connect snitch,
the nigga you hit snitch,

anybody can snitch,
there's too much exposure.

And I just want
you to stay safe.

I don't want you to get
caught up in this shit here, B.

There's too many rats.

It's not worth it.

And I'm not gonna have you
in the mother fucker with me, B.

You hear me, my nigga?

The show had to go on.

And Primo had a situation
for us upstate.

He wanted me and the young dudes
to go out there.

But he had some concerns.

Nigga, them lil' niggas
is young and wild, man.

Gonna have to tame 'em.
Calm 'em down.

You're gonna have to 'cause that shit
gonna reflect you in the long run.

I love you, man.

You my brother
from another mother.

You the only nigga, man,

that I really can trust.

Only nigga that really,
know what I mean, listens, man.

That's why you out there

and we in here.

Take advantage of this shit,
my nigga.

Kna' mean?

I'ma stab a few niggas, who knows
when you're gonna see me again.

But you? You the future, man.

Primo was strong.

He was facing life and he was
trying make sure I was all right.

You ain't got to be a killer...

a drug dealer...

none of that shit
to earn your points.

Know what I mean? You can find
another route for us, man.

I know you can do it,
you that nigga, man.

You always been.

- I can dig it.
- Just stay honorable.

You ain't gotta come to jail to
prove that you're honorable, nigga.

Be an honorable nigga
to your family.

Stay away from sucka-niggas,
that's honorable.

Don't fuck with niggas
that ain't right.

We don't support them niggas,
we don't buy from them niggas.

You know what it is

you've been around me too long.

It's in our blood.

It's in your blood, man.

I love you, my nigga.

- I love you too.
- Come 'round, B.

And don't worry.

I remember.

We not hustling for our first,

we're hustling for our last.

Most fucking right. Honor up.

- Honor up.
- Honor up, nigga.

- My nigga.
- Word.

Keep your weight up, nigga.
Start doing some pushups too.

Don't worry about that.
My knuckle game is rough.

All right, CO, all right.

- Yo, I love you, boy.
- I got you. My nigga I love you too.

I'll see you, man. Don't even
worry about, I'll be all right.

All right.

[sighs]

[sighs] Fuck.

[alarm buzzes]

CO! Get the fuck up
outta here, man.

Black and Kite
just took their time.

Kite had way too many bodies

and they were thinking about
giving him the electric chair.

Primo decided
to take it to trial.

They only had one witness
and he wasn't credible.

But it the meantime,

I put Primo's plan into effect.

We took them things upstate.

We would bring 'em up
on a motorcycle.

Shit was lovely.

[man] We need to move this
forward in upstate New York.

We have people lined up.

Now we have the people that are
going to support this initiative.

Just what we've been doing
for a long time.

Primo even had an in
with the mayor.

He was also criminal minded.

Apparently, Primo was locked up
with his brother.

He was pushing to make weed
legal in this state.

And for the right price,

he was gonna let us in on that.

All we had to do
was keep things cool.

Stay away from the violence.

Just get money.

[engine revving]

I'll talk to you later,
I'll talk to you tomorrow.

[no audible dialog]

- Uh-huh.
- [chuckles]

Philly-boy, huh?

I love those
fucking cheesesteaks.

Pat's or Gino's, huh?

Uh-uh.

Let me tell you about O.

O was doing life
for a series of violent crimes.

And was only there
because of a snitch. A rat.

And he hated every one of 'em.

So whatever jail he was in,
if he got some paperwork,

he would put in that work.

He was gonna cut you.

- Try to kill you.
- Fuck these niggas, man.

These cats have no idea
what the fuck they in for.

- I tell you... [screams]
- [flesh piercing]

CO! [screaming]

[OG] He didn't give a fuck.

He was doing life
plus 30 anyway.

Give me all the fucking time
you want,

I'm killing
every fucking snitch I see.

- You're lucky I got my fucking...
- CO!

- Fuck outta here.
- [Kean] Hey.

And it just so happened, they put
Primo's rat in the same jail as O.

[opera music playing]

- [groaning]
- [flesh piercing]

[Victor coughs]

[hip-hop music playing]

And just like that,
Primo was on his way home.

No witnesses.

[music continues]

I did right by Primo
while he was away.

I put his plan in affect.

And we did better
than we thought.

We was getting all kinds
of money.

And I was able to pay for Kite's lawyers
to make sure they didn't put him to sleep.

And I was able to buy Primo
a house and some acres.

So he could get out the way.

Bring his crew upstate
and start getting some money.

- How'd it feel, man? Talk.
- [sighs]

Make good money up here, baby.

It is what it is.

You know a nigga
never do good in jail.

You did it like a man,
you did it honorably.

Real nigga shit.

I didn't really think I'd ever
get to hang out with you again.

You know that day,

I volunteered to come with you.

You know I always wondered,

if the reason why
you didn't want go

is 'cause you thought
I'd fuck shit up or...

or you didn't think
I could do the time.

That's what you thought, man?

I didn't know.

Nah, it wasn't that.

I just knew you wasn't built
for that situation.

You was built
for something bigger.

See, I got goons for everything,

some dude's life, is heading
in the wrong direction.

I ain't gonna put a good nigga
in a bad predicament.

That ain't what
an honorable dude do.

A lot of dudes
don't really get saved.

Know what I mean?

You just a type of brother
that took all that shit in...

and made the most of it.

Outta ten niggas that a nigga
tried to look out for,

you probably the only one

really built on it, you know?

And it turns out, I was right.

Now that we're here.

You gotta think different.

And that's why it's so important
that we tell and show everybody

that there is a future in honor.

- Fact.
- The way the mayor got things,

in a couple of years,

we'll be able to sell
weed legally.

We not thinking about our first,

we thinking about our last.

[Primo] What you doing
for me and my team,

that's the most honorable thing
a brother could do.

Pardon me, you gotta stop
saying that, man.

I didn't do nothing for you.

You did everything.

You taught me
and told me exactly...

what I needed to do and what I
needed to be to get us here today.

This is your plan.

But you coulda kept this
to yourself.

It was your plan.

That's why I love you, B.

You don't forget
where you come from.

That's honorable.

You know.

Primo couldn't believe how well
we were doing upstate.

And he was proud of me.

And of course...

Primo scooped up his old-school
crew and brought them upstate.

So they could get money.

[all] Honor up!

- [Primo] Yeah, money.
- [man] Yeah.

[Primo] Get your own.

You know,
amongst honorable niggas,

they don't even deserve
to sit at the table with us, B.

Unless they got at least ten years
in the pen with their paperwork.

[all] Fact.

- Honor up.
- [all] Honor up.

[Primo] Honor up, my nigga.

Nigga can't be strong
and weak at the same time.

There's no such thing.

That's all it takes

for all of us to stay strong.

I'm tired of these niggas,
though, man.

These niggas make me
fucking sick, B. Honor up.

[all] Honor up.

These niggas snitching, telling.
[grunts]

These motherfuckers getting on my
motherfucking nerve out here, B.

Sure enough.

One thing I don't know, man, is
how niggas try to stay strong,

but not mentally, man.

[all] Honor up.

I'm talking with honor,
like real niggas.

- We don't fuck with snitches.
- [all] Honor up!

Pardon me for cursing, my G.

No problem.

- Honor up!
- [all] Honor up!

I love y'all, man.

Love you too, brother.

You did the crime,
you did the time.

[man] Sure 'nuff.

And you did it honorably.

- [all] Honor up!
- Real honorable shit amongst men, you know?

So it's just us
against the world.

- Honor up.
- [all] Honor up.

- This is what you get.
- Honor up.

- I'm not giving it to you. You earned this.
- [all] Honor up.

You ain't come home to blocks.

- You came home to acres, niggas.
- [all] Honor up.

We don't do this shit
for our first name.

- [all] No. Never.
- We do this for our last name.

- Honor up!
- [all] Honor up!

- Honor up!
- [all] Honor up!

- Go, my nigga, honor up!
- [all] Honor up!

Honor up!

And everything
seemed to be working.

I had my OGs, my young boys,
all working together.

But then
the bubblegum shit happened.

["Time's Up" by O.C. playing]

Remember JR's fine sister?

The one that was off limits?

Well, this is her.

She was nice in ball.

She coulda had a future.

Even played DI.

But she chose the game
just like her brother.

♪ Irons and the niacins ♪

♪ Fuck who that I offend ♪

♪ Rappers sit back
I'm bout to begin ♪

♪ 'Bout foul talk you squawk
Never even walked the walk ♪

♪ More less destined
To get tested ♪

♪ Never been arrested... ♪

[OG] Growing up around JR's
lifestyle had her infatuated.

And she chose
the most dangerous hustle.

[soft music playing]

["Stay Off the Fuckin' Flowers"
by Raekwon playing]

♪ Yup ♪

♪ Uh-huh ♪

♪ Word, up in the bleachers
In the penthouse, frontin' ♪

♪ Stove burning a half a bird ♪

♪ You laker out
The legs is burning ♪

♪ We eating escovich,
Green pea soup ♪

♪ Korean coupe in the front ♪

♪ With 12 rich whores
Ready to stunt ♪

♪ Roll the blunts, lady,
Straighten the pussy ♪

♪ Ran Glenny my man... ♪

[man] Yeah. Yo, what's up,
bartender.

[slurring] Let me get two of the
red joints, the red merlots,

for me and my girl.

- You funny with that shit.
- [chuckles]

I knew you was gonna
say that, ma.

Sure enough.

Yeah.

Shit, yeah.

Like I said, got one.

Goddamn, girl,
that was crack speed.

I told you, they find me.

Oh man.

Make sure you call me, and make sure
you make that money, all right?

Don't be stashing that,
hold nothing back.

How y'all fine bitches been?

Don't be trying to shake
all that for yourself.

[pool balls clatter]

[song continues]

♪ Rocking a skull
Full of waves ♪

♪ Four frames on his chains
Jamaican accent ♪

♪ Fresh out Toronto... ♪

[man] Damn, fuck we doing
all the way out here, ma?

It's my spot.

Where I come to get away
from it all. Mm-hm.

Shit.

Fuck, you thought
I was gonna go to your house?

Yeah, shit woulda been better
than these fucking woods.

You got me in the country, ma.
You even know about this shit.

[gun cocks]

- Fuck out the car.
- Oh, shit.

Fucking bitch.
You fucking bi... all right.

I got it.

Okay. Okay, all right,
nigga, all right.

All right, you got me
mother fucker. You gonna rob me?

All right, you know who
the fuck I am, my nigga?

Take the mother fucking car,
nigga.

You want the peanut butter guts,
nigga have it, nigga.

Oh, what you want,
you want the jacket nigga?

Take everything mother fucker.

Nigga, fuck you!

[soft music playing]

[sirens in the distance]

Renee got picked up because she was
the last person to be seen with him.

[hand cuffs clicking]

[sighs]

You're a pretty girl, Renee.

You know what they do
to pretty girls in jail? Huh?

Oh, you wanna be just like JR.

I hear you're related,
you and him.

You're like brother and sister.

I know how you niggas are.

You gotta tell me something,
sweetheart.

You hear what I'm saying?

You're gonna tell me
something today.

You're gonna tell me something today,
otherwise you're going to jail.

Never gonna see
the light of day.

Forget about those pretty nails.

Let's go.

Give it to me, sweetheart.

She didn't say a word.

They didn't have anything on her
so they had to let her go.

In this game, when you bring someone
around, you stand up for them.

And that means you're
responsible for their actions.

Now the problem
with this situation

was this was Kite's half-brother

and he was only there on Kite's
behalf while he was gone.

And we know now JR's sister was down
with it because she got picked up.

So I know someone in Dee and Mike's
crew must have been down too.

And it happened upstate.

Now, this was Primo's thing

and it happened on my watch.

I was tight because I knew
according to the rules,

I was responsible.

I had to handle it.

Whoever was with her
had violated.

Number one,

that was JR's sister,
so that was an issue too.

[OG] I hate to say this shit.

I pride myself
in not being emotional.

But this some shit
I'm gonna have to deal with now.

Y'all see what this is?

This is what I gave y'all.

But y'all didn't earn
this shit yet.

Y'all didn't do no time.

You ain't put in no work.

I cosigned y'all.

Everything's perfect.

We have no issues, I can't understand
why anybody would fuck this up.

[sniffs]

Now, I need to know something.

Where the fuck you was
at the day that shit happened.

Big homey, I was with, me and
Dee, we was at the coffee shop,

picking up some weed
at the coffee spot.

Me and Dee.

Where you was at
when this happened?

Yo, don't even put me
on that dope fiend shit, yo.

I ain't even on that, man.

[OG] I just asked
you a question.

Bro, I was at my shorty house.

I'm telling you, man.
I wasn't around, man.

I'ma talk to you later.

I need to holler at you.
[sniffs]

What up, OG?

I'm not sure but I do know this;

- That little black nigga?
- Yeah.

[sniffs] He was with her.

Take care of him.

Copy.

All right.

[line ringing]

[line continues ringing]

[slurring] Yo, you ain't tell me
that we gonna kill nobody.

Yeah, this niggas running around here
thinking that I killed this nigga.

Yeah, all right.

[sirens in the distance]

- [laughter]
- [Mike] What are you talking about.

You look
like a Somalian water bug.

[laughter]

Hit in the face
looking-ass nigga.

Can't nobody look
as ugly as you.

You look like you one of one.

- [laughter]
- Nobody look that bad.

[Mike] Fuck
are you talking about.

Nigga, wait, always talking
that dope fiend shit.

So that's why you still be talking,
[mumbling] and nodding off all the time.

Whatever, nigga.

They call it heron...

'cause once you fuck
with it one time,

- you be hooked from "here on," nigga.
- [laughter]

[continues mumbling]

Look at the butterfly.

That shit came out your face,
nigga.

[laughter]

This nigga look like a black
seal out this mother fucker.

[laughter]

Told you, he on suicide watch.

[slurring] This nigga
look like a booger with legs.

- [laughter]
- Word up.

You an alien,
dope fiend-ass nigga.

- Roaches walk up to you, nigga, and they be like, "Daddy!"
- [laughter]

[man] Somebody get this nigga
a methadone clinic.

He gonna shut a nigga
before the night out.

- [laughter]
- [bangs table]

This nigga
come from five generations

of ugly, my nigga. [laughter]

Ah, man.

You roach-ugly nigga.

Word up.

- Your face...
- Yo, chill.

You look
like a burnt pumpkin seed.

[laughter]

You ever had
a bad sunflower seed

and look in the middle
and it be that nigga.

- [laughter]
- That rotten shit you gotta spit back out.

[opera music playing]

- [gunshot]
- [woman screams]

[OG] And I don't know
how this shit happened,

but Primo ended up on a date
with JR's sister Renee.

And she tried
that same bubblegum shit

she tried with Kite's
little brother.

[hip-hop music playing]

But shit went wrong.

And Primo ended up getting shot
in the face.

[gunshots]

But Primo was strong.

He just spit out
a couple of teeth

and drove himself
to the local doctor.

[grunting]

[groaning]

[opera music playing]

[Renee laughs]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music fades]

[tense music playing]

I understand what you feel
about your sister.

And I do understand what death
can do to you, trust me I know.

All I can tell you
is from my experience.

When you react
when you're emotional...

you fuck shit up.

And it's not your present
you fuck up,

it's your future.

And everything I've been doing?

My whole hustle...

has been for our future.

See, the thing is,
OG, is this...

it's friends,

you know, you got your niggas
in the street...

it's family.

Family blood.

That's my sister.

Sometimes, it's personal

You know, one thing I realized,
you know,

and I respect everything
you telling me, but...

war ain't about who's right.

Sometimes it's about who's left.

[OG] Primo knew
this was a sticky situation

because JR's sister
was involved.

He needed to tell his crew to
stand down until he spoke to me.

He didn't know that Renee
had already been killed.

But his crew was like that.

[opera music playing]

We took care of that anyway.

You know how we do.

Honor up.

Honor up.

That's a fact, bro.

[muffled shouting]

[man] Honor up.

[muffled shouting]

[music continues]

[muffled shouting continues]

You telling me you scared
of these brothers?

Fuck is up, niggas.

[gunshot]

Yo.

Yo.

[Primo grunts]

You ain't killed the nigga?

Nah, nigga.

- Figured I'd save him for you.
- [Primo grunts]

It being your sister and all.

Figured you might want
to do the honors.

[Primo muffled] No!

No, mother fucker!

[Primo muffled shouting]

Whoa, whoa.

[Primo continues]

Put your mask on now, nigga?

What, nigga? I ain't trying
to get blood on my face, nigga.

[Primo muffled shouting]

No! Hold on!

[woman chuckles] You crazy.

Hey, yes, girl.
That shit was live.

Yeah, we had such a good time.

[reporter] ...corner
of midblock here,

- off of Fredrick Douglas Blvd...
- [woman] Mm-hm. Yeah.

[speaking Spanish]

Yo, I don't like that shit, yo.

- [laughter]
- That shit really bothers me.

What?

Talking English in one sentence then
the next sentence you jump to Spanish.

- Make it seem like you talk...
- [woman] I'm not even talking about you, though.

- What's the problem?
- It seem like you talkin...

The person you talking to
speaks English too.

- Just have the whole fucking conversation in English.
- This shit really got you buggin'

like, I'm not even talking
about you.

You need some weed or something,
what's the problem?

Oh, now I need some weed.

A .45 on the table
and I should be smoking weed...

- You ain't making no sense, man.
- Okay, whatever, like...

Oh baby, you know, I'm a little
stressed about this shit.

Well, it's gonna be all right,
relax.

I just want to say
thank you for, you know,

rolling with me, you know what
I'm saying? 'Cause...

not a lot of bitches wouldn't even be
up here with a nigga in this situation.

You know. So...

Your low-stress style
is bothering me, but

I don't want you think
you not appreciated, man.

- All right?
- Sure.

You know I love you
and I'm sorry.

I love you too.

You know I got your back.

I know.

[reporter] ...right here on
Fredrick Douglas Blvd and 141st St.

The shooting happened
at 1:50 in the afternoon.

- [cell phone rings]
- Gunmen, police say, fled on foot in an unknown direction.

[cell phone continues ringing]

...the gunmen, police say, fled
on foot in an unknown direction.

[Dee] Yo?

- [reporter continues in background]
- Ain't shit, what's goody?

Well, you know me.

Channeling Bob Marley.

Mm-hmm.

Yo, we borderline
did some wack shit.

[Mike] You... yo, not right now.

Not right now.

Every fucking time
with this shit.

- Man.
- [woman 2] She shouldn't be texting you.

[Mike] Who the fuck
is in the car?

Who do I got home to
every single night?

- Stop fucking talking...
- That shit don't fucking matter. That don't matter!

You feel like bringing this shit up.
Like, why right now though?

Why right now?

I'm having a nice,
peaceful fucking day

and now you fucking shit up,
man.

[reporter] Right now police
are canvasing the neighborhood.

They just told me they describe
the gunman as young man...

- [knocking on glass]
- I'm not trying to move to Africa, nigga.

[rapping on glass]

Oh, I'll call you back.

Police! Freeze! Do not move!

Sir, lay down on your stomach,
man. Do not move.

Lay down on your stomach.

- [both arguing indistinctly]
- [gun cocks]

- [woman 2] Fuck!
- Get your fucking hands on the steering wheel.

[agent] Freeze! Don't move!

Put your hands up.
Do not move, sir.

- Oh shit.
- Put your fucking hands up.

Going nowhere.

Sir, legs over the bed.

[agent 2] What you reaching for,
bitch?

I'll shoot your fucking ass off.

Put the fucking gun down...

[all clamoring]

[woman 2] Fucking don't!
Get off of him!

- Freeze!
- Yeah man, whatever.

Found some pot.
You're under arrest.

[agent 3] Anything on you?

[Dee] Niggas ain't getting no
money, now that's the problem.

[agent 2] In these cuffs,
my nigga.

- Yeah, exactly. Y'all niggas love putting niggas in cuffs.
- Shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up.

I got a gun
in your mother fucking face,

- you better shut the fuck up.
- Man, fuck you. Fuck you.

...court of law. You have
the right to an attorney,

- If you cannot provide one,
- You think you gonna come in

- one will be provided for you.
- Bitches gonna my town and get this money and not holler at me

What kinda gay shit is that,
I told you to holler at you.

- Shoot you too. You wanna get shot?
- You will be provided an attorney

if you cannot provide
an attorney for yourself,

one will be provided
for you. You have any questions?

Yeah, what time is lunch, nigga?

- Are we done here?
- You going to jail, my nigga.

[reporter] ...right here on
Fredrick Douglas Blvd and 141st St

are usually filled with children getting
out of school. These gunmen, police say...

[cell door closing]

[hip-hop music playing]

[Kean] Mikey-Mike.

I don't know what to say
to you, my man.

You my bitch.

You gonna have to give up a whole
lotta niggas to save your black ass.

That's right, I said nigga.

- Yeah, so what.
- [scoffs]

Yeah, you laugh all you want.

You my nigga now, bitch.

I can't even offer
you a deal my friend.

I think you're safer in here.

[OG] Detective Kean
knew everything.

Turns out, as it related
to Kite's little brother

it was fucking Mike
that pulled the trigger.

He was down with it all along.

He also knew
that this trifling-ass nigga

was the one that shot Primo
in the face.

No wonder Mike had Renee
out there playing basketball

they day after
they just shot Primo.

He knew Primo's crew
was gonna kill that girl.

And Mike knew exactly what JR was gonna
do after Primo's crew killed his sister.

I bet I was next.

And then Dee.

And after all that tough-guy
shit, that gun play,

Mike really ended up being soft.

Not man enough to do the time.

- Gave his OG's up and his brothers.
- [Kean] Out with your man Mike?

[Kean] Heard he gave you up.

I thought you Harlem guys
stick together.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. You know what?
He works for me now.

Mike's my bitch.

Did you hear?

I thought you Harlem guys...
unbelievable.

I heard he even fucked
your sister, Renee.

You do a lot
of motherfucking talking, man.

Yeah.

My brother, my sister.

I heard what I need to hear,
man. I just want to fucking go.

I don't give a shit. My pleasure
to put your black-ass away.

Yo, don't fuck with that bitch, Keisha,
when niggas get outta here, man.

Heard she gives that shit up
like that too.

A real rat, sure as hell.

Fuck is up with you, nigga?

Don't tell me you're scared we
inside this mother fucker, nigga.

We about to go home.

What's wrong with you, nigga?
Why you ain't saying nothing?

Cheer the fuck up.

I ain't stupid, man.

I just wanna know why.

The fuck you mean you wanna know why?
Nigga you know why.

You know why, nigga.

Niggas gotta get the fuck
outta here, that's why.

You on this holy,
mother fucking, almighty,

"I'm just a nigga that ain't never
gonna do no dishonorable shit, nigga"

Any nigga we fucking know,
any nigga we've been around,

Fuck you think
they've been doing, nigga?

And fuck what you talking about.
Fuck with you.

Fuck with OG.

Fuck with Dee. Fuck all what
y'all niggas talk about, nigga.

I got a family, bro.

I gotta get the fuck outta here.

You gonna be the same nigga
stuck in this mother fucker

looking stupid wearing
this shit.

Im'a be outside,
Im'a be hustling.

I'ma be getting mother fuckers
clipped.

Still doing what I do.

Im'a be selling these
mother fuckers packs, all that.

And you gonna be up in here.

Man, I'm honorable,
but I ain't too honorable.

And my sister?

What you mean your sister?

This ain't her fault,
This your fault.

You wanna think
about it like that.

And that's a fact.

Talking about your sister.
Don't ask me about that.

I just now this, man.

You got a lot of real estate
on your face...

for a buck-eighty.

You know what? That mother fucking
paperwork is public record too,

Hey yo, CO,
get me the fuck outta here, man.

Please do.

Fucking hate rats.

[alarm buzzing]

What up.

What's happening?
You looking good.

Thank you. How you doing?

I'm here. I'm holding on, man.
I'm holding on.

You looking good.

- I miss you.
- I miss you too, man. I really do.

I got a little bit of bad news.

Um, I'm might have to be in here
for a little while,

but I'm definitely
gonna come out, baby.

What you mean be in here
for a little while?

- You know what...
- So what you saying?

I told you,
Mike's snitching.

- Well, snitch on him.
- Come on, come on.

You know I got
to find out what's going on.

I'm not snitching.
I know what I signed up for.

You know what I'm saying?
And that's just not honorable.

I'm not doing that.

So...

I know you...
you better not be crying.

I told you everything's
gonna be all right.

All right?

Like, you're telling me
you're gonna stay here

- and I'm gonna be out here by myself? I just don't get it.
- No, no.

I'm not gonna make...
I'm gonna make sure you good.

You're never by yourself.

I ain't nothing but a phone call away.
You never by yourself, babe.

All right?

Don't cry, man. You look too
pretty to be crying, man.

[sniffles]

Just think positive.
You got to think positive.

It's gonna be all right.

- All right?
- [sniffles] All right.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

All right.

I hate how things
went down with JR.

He was prepared to do his time.

He knew it came with the game.

He was honorable.

But it just so happened

that they put that rat bastard
Mike in the same jail as O.

Looks like JR
might be coming home:

No witnesses.

[all talking indistinct]

[O] Get rid of this
little snitch-ass nigga.

[inmate] Yeah! Yeah!

[JR] War ain't about

who's right.

Sometimes it's about who's left.

[OG] But JR lost his sister.

And I lost my OG.

I miss talking to my OG.

But at least I have the memories of
our conversations to reflect on.

He was the most honorable dude
I knew.

And he still ended up dead.

The problem with this game
is it's treacherous.

And not everybody plays
by the rules.

And my advice
to anyone watching this:

always have morals
and principles,

play the game with honor

never look the other way,

and apply it to a legal game.

'Cause this life's
not sustainable.

And trust me,

you'll make history.

'Cause this game is over.

[instrumental music playing]

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[music fades]