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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.

If I had to do it
all over again,

I wouldn't change
a motherfucking thing.

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.

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, Kwamé.

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 Kwamé
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?

Y'all better stop. Stop.

- What up, doe?
- Tee, it's40, man.

We supposed to meet
old boy by00.

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?

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!