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I sold my soul to the devil, the price was cheap.

It was cold on this level 'cause it's twice as deep.

It's two o'clock, and I'm just about to hit the streets.

Until I knock off this rock, I don't get to eat.

Sometimes it's like that's the only reason why I hustle,

to step on toes, strong-arm and show a little muscle.

Ain't no real dough. That's why a nigga feels so frustrated.

I hated seeing bitch niggas that made it.

And I'm robbing niggas just as broke as myself.

Fucking with Queens ain't too good for a nigga's health.

Where's the wealth? It ain't in New York.

I gots to make my rounds and do whatever for the dollar.

Fuck 'em. You know me. Charlie Grant.

Get in the car! Get in the car!

Let's go, man! Get in the car, man!

It was the best time of our lives.

Getting money was all we ever did.

Niggas loved the wee hours. It was a regular night for us.

-Slow down, motherfucker! -Yo, word. What the fuck?

We offed the flock, man!

Damn, son, we done licked that chick.

Niggas killed that bitch!

Hey, shut the fuck up, man.

Me? My name is Sincere.

Me and Bundy-- Buns that is, or Tommy for short--

We, like, make it happen.

Since kids, we was like Butch and Sundance.

Outlaw niggas, doing anything to get the dough.

Oh, shit! What the fuck?

We in the diamonds. Tonight we're celebrating.

What the fuck you talking about? What you know about diamonds?

Why the fuck would Knowledge put you with us anyway?

-All right. -Man, shut the fuck up.

Listen, Mark, you dump the car. You know what I'm saying?

Mark too. He was the "whatever” type nigga.

You know, the type of nigga that would do anything at any given time.

A live wire. You need niggas like that around.

-Dump that motherfucker. -All right. Shut the fuck up.

Black, he was just some dumb-ass nigga

we used to smoke trees with and crack jokes on.

I knew he was a fucking problem as soon as Knowledge put him down.

Listen, man, if you gonna dump this motherfucker, dump it.

-All right. All right, yo. -Now pull over.

All right, man.

Hey, yo, you said you were gonna ditch this motherfucker.

-Ditch it, man. -All right. You got it. All right.

We went straight to Tommy's house afterwards out in Jamaica Estates

just to cool out for a minute.

I mean, I love this nigga's crib, man.

It always reminded me what I wanted to have eventually.

A phat new crib like his shit? One day.

We was wild up and mean in there.

Now, now, son.

That shit was raw, kid.

Yo, check this shit out.

Splattered home girl up against the motherfucking glass and all that shit.

Damn you, rabbit...

-What the fuck is that? -What the fuck is this?

You can kiss my ass.

- I hate goddamn rabbits. -Fucking rabbit!

Kill his ass!

-What you be watching in the house? -This shit is bugged out.

This nigga be bugging.

Damn, son, look at all this fucking cheddar, kid.

We should've been doing clubs.

Why don't you shut the fuck up, man? Trying to get us knocked?

What he talking about?

I know you don't want Kisha to come down here.

Yo, chill, man.

Please don't have Kisha come down here flipping on us.

-Three o'clock in the fucking morning. -Yeah, yeah.

This shitty-ass rabbit stinks.

- I know. -He smells like pussy.

Shit.

Smell like a pile of bullshit!

Now, Kisha, Kisha was a bad motherfucker.

Tall. Dark skin. Some big-ass tits.

Look like a ghetto Naomi Campbell and shit. A dime for real.

Yeah, whatever.

Let's start counting this money, man, before y'all niggas start stashing shit.

I gotta get down.

Come on, dun. I'm just joking, baby. I know.

Now, say "sorry" "cause you hurt my feelings.

This nigga serious?

Tommy, what is going on? And why y'all making so much noise?

It's these niggas right here. I told niggas shut the fuck up.

Sorry, Kish, baby. That's my fault.

I am trying to sleep. God.

Yo, I'm about to go get some sleep my damn self.

All right.

-See y'all niggas tomorrow. -Yeah, I'm here.

This shit keeps going off.

Hi. I'm Kurt Loder with MTV News.

There have been alarming reports from London and Berlin

of a new form of heroin that's being sold

in underground hip-hop clubs and raves all over Europe.

This better not be no bitch. Shit.

Hello. What's the deal?

Yo, who is this?

And who is this?

This is Kisha.

Why the fuck are you paging my man?

Who, Tommy?

You know who I'm talking about.

What's up, Kish?

Yo, Tommy tells me everything about you. What's going on?

It's reported that this heroin is dramatically more potent

than previous forms of the drug.

So much more, in fact, that the user need only apply the drug externally

on the skin to be affected.

US DEA fears the drug is on its way to this country

via various conduits in Jamaica and throughout the West Indies.

We'll have more on the story as it breaks.

That's the news for now. Stay tuned for more later here on MTV.

Cut the bullshit, all right? Are you fucking Tommy, or what?

Well, not exactly, you see. I'm only 16. So Tommy said we couldn't fuck yet.

But I did suck his dick the night before last.

You what?

I said I sucked his dick the night before last.

My crib was out in St. Albans still,

not too far from where we grew up, right by the Vets hospital.

I mean, it's not like Tommy's crib or nothing,

but I love living around the way.

All right. All right. It's okay. It's okay.

Ti? That's my girl.

I met her out in Baltimore when me and Buns first started flipping birds.

We had Kenya this past year.

Yo, when shit gets crazy, it's them. They keep me sane.

I been knowing Tommy ever since I was 11 years old.

He showed me how to tongue kiss and everything.

We were like best friends.

Sorry things ain't working out for you two.

No, it's all right 'cause I'ma see your little ass around.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

-Yo, what the fuck? -Nigga, I told you stop fucking with me.

I know. I know. Come on. Mama's gonna get you.

I won't let Daddy torture you no more.

You know, you talk too loud when you're on the phone.

-What you talking about? - know, I know.

"Cause I heard you whispering to Bundy about last night.

What the fuck is you talking about?

Who the hell is Kionna, Tommy?

-Kionna who? -You dumb now?

You know who I'm talking about.

I don't know no fucking Kionna, man.

I'm saying, Ti.

I gotta do my thing, mama.

You know how that go.

Sin, I mean, seriously, why can't we just start a business or something?

I mean, Kenya needs you.

What the fuck's supposed to happen to us if you get caught? What, what?

What, visits? Phone calls?

What you think I'm gonna be doing out here, nothing?

Just sitting around, starving?

I mean, look. You act like we're broke. I mean, what the fuck?

I told you plenty of times, Tommy does not give a fuck about you.

You cannot trust him. You know that.

Look, Tommy, I just spoke to the girl.

She not only told me she know you

but that she sucked your little black ding-a-ling last night.

So, what you got to say now, huh?

The bitch is lying.

Fuck you, all right? Fuck you.

Mess with some bitch behind my back.

Fuck you, Tommy! Fuck you, all right?

-I'm tired of this shit. This is bullshit. -Listen.

-How stupid do you think I am? -Listen. I don't know no Kionna.

Why you lying to me?

-Why are you lying to me? Look. -Kish, listen--

-I'm about to faze you, all right? -Kish-- Shut the fuck up! Listen!

Listen, you know how motherfucking bitches is.

-You know how niggas be talking. - I don't know nothing.

Listen. Kish, Kish.

Listen, listen.

Yeah.

What up, dawg? It's Buns.

Nigga, what? This morning--

What happened to the morning, man? It's 5:00 now.

I know, yo. But fuck it. Come on, man.

Fuck you, man.

What? I'm in the front, man.

And I'm gonna start blowing the fucking horn up in a minute.

All right. All right.

Me and Buns was always tight.

Knew each other our whole lives.

Yo, that's my dawg.

We, like, real brothers and shit.

Blood brothers.

What's the deal, baby? How Kisha, man?

Fucked up.

What's up with Tionne?

She's straight. She's straight.

Word.

Word out.

Yo, I seen this shit on TV.

Niggas dropping dead off this shit, dawg.

What?

Remember that shit, that Tango & Cash shit?

It's like that but with no cut. You know what I'm saying?

Pure D?

I'm thinking we should be the next niggas with that.

The dope game. Now you wanna fuck with dope.

That's where the money's at, baby.

It seem like that's all you wanna talk about is drugs.

I got other shit going on in my life, though, you know?

Gotta have more than one hustle.

Listen, nigga.

I call you my nigga because I got love for you.

Ain't no money like dope money.

Son, you sound stupid right now.

You're not even hearing me right now, man.

I'm gonna check it out, though. You know what I'm saying?

Holler at my man Ox. See what's up.

I know I ain't fucking with that, dawg.

You sound like wifey talking, man.

You might as well pack it up. Fuck it. Stay home, man.

I'm telling you, dawg. Bitches will fuck your whole shit up.

What type of nigga don't want no paper, man?

How much you think we could make off that shit?

After shit goes down, we usually went to Mark's grandma's to get it on.

Count the money, whatever.

Mark's basement was one fucked-up spot, you know, but that was our spot.

All right.

Hook us up with some weed, man. I wanna get dizzy, man.

What's up with putting us on?

Wise and Lakid, they wanted to be like us so bad.

They was too young for now,

but Buns kept these little niggas around all the time, man.

They was young thugs in training and shit.

Anyway, what's up with that blunt, dawg?

That's what I'm talking about, man. Some of that weed.

Hold up. I just lit it up. Hold up.

Hey, what the fuck are you looking at?

Black was feeling real hot about not getting the same cut as me.

On the real, I'm feeling a lot of motherfucking heat coming off that couch.

For real.

He was one of those PhD niggas, though. A player-hating dickhead.

You know I had to fuck with him, right?

Hold up. I just lit it up. Hold up.

Yo, in a minute,

I'm gonna have you niggas getting creamed like we do.

You just gotta be patient, dawg.

Yo, this shit is mad hard, yo.

I can't take this school shit no more, man.

Word. Niggas be wild in there and shit.

I'm ready to say fuck that shit and get money with y'all niggas.

What y'all talking about? Just be patient.

Just be patient.

Yo, what's up?

Hold on.

-Yo, what's up? -What's the deal? This is Knowledge.

What's up, nigga?

Knowledge. He was a for real grimy nigga.

I never really trusted him.

He the type of nigga that's just too smart for his own good.

A sheisty-ass nigga.

Yo, son, shit must've got funky out there last night.

I'm up in the motherfucking booze store,

motherfucking news flash came on showing the whole shit.

Yeah. You know we had to give it to a couple of security guards in the club.

But, yo, your man, your man.

-Who, Black? -Trying to get wild on niggas, for real.

I heard that motherfucker was out there running his motherfucking mouth and shit.

Word?

Yeah, matter of fact, I heard the nigga was trying to act like

he wanted to stick Sincere or some shit.

Buns hated to be fucked with,

but he really hated when niggas fucked with me even worse.

-All right. -Peace.

Good looking, dawg.

Yeah, no doubt. One.

Maybe he felt like he had to watch my back like I watched his.

Knowledge should've never told him that shit though.

Look at this nigga here, man.

He about the only nigga I know that still fucking drink 40 ounces, man,

like it's the fucking '80s, man.

Every time you turn around, this nigga got a bottle to his mouth like a baby bottle.

Fuck y'all niggas.

-You ain't gonna do nothing. -There's cash on the table.

Fuck y'all niggas.

-What the fuck is wrong with this nigga? -Where's the smoke at, dawg?

-Let's cash this. -Where that smoke at?

-It's over there. -Bring it for me, dawg.

Come on, man.

-That's what I was talking about. -Kick his ass.

Now, strip, motherfucker!

Yeah, nigga.

Strip, nigga!

All right!

All right!

Think it's a fucking joke, nigga?

What the fuck is wrong with you, man? Motherfucker!

You know what?

Get the fuck over there while we count this money.

Oh, my God!

-Shit. -Man.

Count that money, man. Count that fucking money, man!

-Count the money. -That nigga is crazy.

You gonna get yours, B. You gonna get yours, man.

What?

Who is it?

Tommy. I'm here to see Lennox.

Hold on.

-Mr. Ox? -Yeah, mon?

A man named Tommy out here to see you.

-All right. -All right.

Thank you.

This nigga Ox was, like, rich for real.

You know, drug money, straight up.

He got all slitting niggas' throats in Kingston back in the '70s. You know?

Now he got the whole Queens lot.

Jamaicans is the wildest niggas out here.

He's my only connection to getting this new shit.

If I knew this nigga-- if I knew him,

he already has some of it on the way.

What up?

Tommy. Sit down.

I hope I ain't interrupting nothing. You know what I'm saying?

Yeah, you interrupt a little bit. Watch the soccer game. Jamaica play.

Shot pass to Garcia in the middle. Nice move by Garcia.

-Jamaica is good. -Yeah, Jamaica is good.

-Jamaica's very good. -Yeah.

But, yo, I'm really here to talk about us.

You know?

Talk about what? We have to talk about?

That new shit they talking about on TV? That brown shit?

Don't ask me.

Can't deal with that.

I've been planning this for a minute. You know what I'm saying?

I got a spot out of town. Know what I'm saying?

My men and them is out there already.

His girl is a cop.

And the niggas that said that-- Know what I'm saying? Niggas is half-time...

So, you want me to put you up on that?

Yeah. You're the only one I know that can get it.

Tommy, how you mean?

Right. And all your kind of action.

Me don't want to... Me don't wanna fuck with you.

Police watch you.

I ain't going back to jail, dawg.

I ain't going back to jail.

Next time the county or state see me, it's gonna be in a bag.

I'm thinking you is a real dred, man.

-What, you scared 'cause you good? -Hold on.

You come into my house, don't you ever bring scare business to me.

You're looking at the toughest rassclaat Jamaican

in the United States of America.

I run shit, I kill for nothing, and I make lots of money.

I deal in business. Don't bring that shit to me again.

You hear me?

I'm saying, though, it wasn't like that.

I'm trying to get on, man. I'm hungry.

I need this shit. You know how I get down. You know what I'm saying?

You know how I get down, dawg. I need the shot.

So, you think you can handle that?

I know I can. I know it.

Let me think about it still.

You understand me? Now I'm upset. Now I gotta think about it.

-You understand me? -Yeah.

Just help a nigga out. That's all I'm trying to do.

-But you owe me a big... -Anything.

A big pussyclaat favor.

-You understand me? -Anything.

Not gonna let you down, dawg.

Yo, what's up?

Hey, it's Kish. Where are you?

No, I'm just waiting for Sin to come downstairs.

I'll be there in a minute. Why, what's up?

This fucking guy.

Yo, I was watching the news today. This shit is crazy.

That's why I had to call you.

-You know, I was worried about you. -No.

I don't wanna lose you.

Yo, I'm saying, you--

I'm trying to leave. I'm trying to go lie down.

Girl, you can't even think like that.

-You can't even think that. -Fuck that.

What time you think you'll be home?

You know what I'm saying?

It should only be a minute. It'll be all right, you know?

I love you, Tommy.

-I'm gonna be waiting for you, okay? -Yo.

Two minutes, in and out.

I'm gonna fuck with this cat for two minutes,

and we gonna be straight.

-T, I'm ready to go. -We gonna be straight.

For real.

All right. Bye.

One.

With Ox fronting all the dope,

that's all Tommy needed to make shit happen.

Now he's ready to blow up.

I mean, we all been out of town before

but never with this amount of shit on the line, man.

What's up, motherfucker?

We got settled down in Omaha selling dope, getting money.

And the way it looks right now, we're gonna see a whole lot of it.

Nebraska's a gold mine.

Freeze, nigga.

Damn. What I tell you about those police games?

Yo, we breezed through this town with no problem.

We set up shop in no time. Knowledge had the whole area clicking.

Things was on-line all day and night, like clockwork.

-What's up, dawg? -How are you?

That's what I'm talking about!

Look at this money! Look at this money, baby!

Yeah, everything was banging.

Everything was looking lovely.

But after a minute, I started to feel more and more what Ti was saying.

Felt like it was time for a change.

Yo, you ever wonder what the fuck your purpose is out here, man,

what you put on this Earth for?

Here we go again.

Nah, for real, man. Y'all never think about that shit?

Like, what we here for.

It's money, nigga. Why the fuck you can't see that, man?

You always act like there's gots to be something else to this shit.

-You a homo now? -What the fuck you be talking about, man?

Money. Everybody got money, man.

So, what you gonna do with dough? All you niggas got dough.

We got dough. Everybody got dough.

Fucking crazy, yo.

Wait till Ox hit me with these bricks for this new shit though.

Peep how that flow come in. You know what I'm saying?

Bet you jump back on my dick.

Yo, I'm reading this new book, man.

Yo, this shit is so deep, yo.

This shit got my mind thinking about a whole new other format, man.

You know what I'm saying? New shit, yo.

Come on with the bullshit, man.

You think another motherfucker know what you need to do?

Ain't no purpose, dawg. It's money. We born to fucking die, man.

In the meantime, get money. Fuck a book, man.

Well, meanwhile, little did we know, this local big-head nigga named Rico

started feeling his pockets was getting a little thinner since we got there.

Hey, dawg, there them fools go, right there.

Trouble was right there on that corner Staring right at us.

Yeah, they rolling hard too. They slanging real good. Real good.

Might have to drop 'em. Might have to drop a dime on them niggas.

-For sure. -You know what I'm saying?

-Gotta stop 'em. - I don't like that shit.

For sure, bro.

I don't like that shit.

Yeah, well, this shit is lovely for me. You know what I'm saying?

I'm gonna stop when I'm dead. End of story, man.

You gots to be a leader, dawg.

That book is fucking your head up, man.

Yo, when's the last time you read anything, man?

Never, motherfucker.

What you need to start thinking about your motherfucking seed, man,

'cause shorty can't eat no books, dawg.

Yo, my shorty's all right, man. What the fuck, man?

Just need some time to really just figure all this shit out.

You know what I'm saying? Just chill for a minute.

You wanna go home? I'll bring you home if you scared, man.

Yo, did you not see that fucking red light, man?

You think I give a fuck about a motherfucking red light?

Faggot cops can't touch me.

I'm out here smoking weed, speeding, all that, dawg.

Fuck that. That's me. Untouchable.

Ox, my nigga, what's going on, baby?

-Same old. Chilling out. -All right.

-Just living it up. -That's what I'm talking about.

-So, what's going on down there? -Same shit.

We have a surprise on Friday for you.

-Surprise? For me? -Yeah.

Let me find out you got the shit.

No, better than that. We're going on a vacation.

Have a ticket waiting for you at the airport.

Tomorrow we going out. You know what I mean?

Yeah? Remember, I tell you that you owe me one, nigga.

-Say it again? -Remember when I told you, you owe me one?

-Yeah. -Well, listen to this.

Nigga, why you acting like that?

Yeah, well... No. This is it. The big vacation is what you owe me.

Watch this right here.

You see eyesore? This is the ghetto.

Our kingdom starts here. A fierce operation.

I'm gonna start a fierce operation.

These are the ghetto, not a slum. See?

This is the island where I grew up.

Saying?

You have to be the fittest of the fittest in the sea to survive.

A man can live like a king in America.

This is the island I come from.

-You understand that really? -Yeah.

Islanders feel everything for them youth.

I feel everything for them. Saying?

I have tried my best, but things gotta change.

-But anyway, don't worry about it. Saying? -Yeah.

We come to Jamaica to celebrate the rebirth of Kingston's finest.

Jamaica Gates.

Jamaica Gates, huh?

I'm gonna make you fuck a fat Jamaican pussy tonight.

-You can handle it? -Yeah.

Nah, you keep the fat ones, baby.

Them gals done have some shit them pussy burn here.

Make your dick get hard like Rottweiler.

You think you can deal it?

Hey, yo, Ti!

Yo, Tionne! Where you at?

That thing would look real nice over my bed.

It would. It's got all your colors. It's your color scheme.

Tommy probably wouldn't like it anyway.

Hey, Ti, thanks for coming.

Look, I know you don't really know me that well and all.

I hate to burden you, but...

It's not a burden. It's cool. What's wrong?

I'm saying I just... I feel like I don't have any hope.

I can't seem to get this nigga away from me.

I know he's the worst type of nigga to have, but yet...

-But yet what? - I don't know.

I keep hoping that maybe one day he'll be more like Sincere.

You know? More into life. More into me. You know. You have that.

Kisha, 'ma just be honest with you.

Tommy's not gonna be shit but what he is.

You just have to understand.

It's like, certain types of people that just accept the bad in life,

and that's cool with them.

I hate to say it, but you're right, you know?

It just hurts to be alone, you know?

And the only thing I have is fucked up. Is that all there is?

Kisha, you got life.

You are breathing. You're healthy. Fuck that nigga.

You don't need no nigga to make you feel like you're whole.

But you and Sincere are so happy.

But don't mistake it. I'm happy with Sincere because I'm happy.

If I wasn't happy with him, then I'd have to do what I have to do.

You get what I'm saying? You have to do the same for you.

I don't know what that is, Ti.

I think you'll be all right.

You're just going to have to take it one day at a time.

-Yeah. -You know. That's all I can think.

What's up, baby?

Where were you today anyway?

I've been trying to page you.

Just running around, taking care of a little business. That's all.

Well, I missed you.

I missed you too.

Ti?

You love me?

Yeah, I love you. You know that.

Yo.

Now, you look over there, son.

The one there lighting his spliff.

-The one with feathers in his head? -Yeah.

His name Sosa.

Feared by everyone in Kingston. See what I'm saying?

People afraid to touch him in Jamaica.

You touch him, you like suicide.

You can't touch him, or he'll kill your mother and father.

Can't find their body. You know what I'm saying?

-That's what I'm saying. -Tommy.

That nigga big still. Big enough.

I was really glad to see you looking big. Saying?

-See how big he is. -That's cool. Everything all right.

-We our own scene. -All right.

I'm gonna tell you like this.

I'm gonna show you how Tommy Brown do things.

-Yeah, Agent Burke here. -Check this shit out, nigga.

I got a bust for you.

Some major niggas from New York flinging rocks over here.

You know? Majorly.

-Freeze! -Police!

-Oh, my God! -Get down!

Down! Stay! Hands where I can see 'em!

Hey! Freeze!

All right, let's get him outta there! Get him out!

-Hello. -Hey, Kisha, what up?

This is Knowledge right here. Where the fuck that nigga Tommy at?

He's out of town. What's wrong with you?

What the fuck you mean what's wrong with me, bitch?

First of all, the motherfucking feds done bum rush my crib this morning.

Second of all, I ain't heard shit from nobody.

Third of all, they probably got your fucking phone tapped

and know where the fuck you at, you stupid bitch.

Bitch? Who the fuck you calling a bitch?

You the bitch once Tommy finds out about this.

Clean for a dollar.

-What's that?”? -1 beg for a dollar, please.

Freeze! Don't fucking move!

-Don't fucking move! -Get back here! Come on!

What happened?

I know you got my pages. I been paging you all fucking day.

Yeah, I lost my pager.

Did you hear about the shoot-out in Omaha? Did Tommy have something to do with that?

What you talking about?

I'm talking about Tommy's crazy ass.

He been calling here every fucking 15 minutes for the last two hours.

And on top of it, I think he's camped out around the corner somewhere.

Sin, I'm getting scared. Tell me what happened.

What the fuck is going on?

I don't know.

Yo.

Yo, it's me, man. Where the fuck you been at?

Where the fuck I been at? Where you at, man?

I'm around the corner, man. I'll be there in a minute.

All right.

Look, he getting ready to come by, all right?

But don't worry. I'm not going nowhere. I just wanna see what's going on.

Whatever.

Fuck. No telling what's going on.

Every day, it's something different. You know?

I thought it might be some beef with Kisha or something,

but when I seen how shook he was, I knew it was something else.

What's up, man?

-The fucking feds hit us today, man. -What?

They got fucking Mark and Knowledge out there in Omaha,

and the feds are in front of my fucking crib right now.

-Shit. -They fucking probably got Kish, man.

This shit is crazy, man. This stupid motherfucker, Knowledge, man.

As soon as he gets knocked, calls my crib from out there.

What the fuck is wrong with this nigga? That's your man. That's your man.

You sure it was the feds?

Dawg, you think I don't know the fucking feds when I see 'em?

Yo, you paranoid, man.

You kinda calm for somebody that's supposed to be on the run like me, man.

Come on. You think I gave you up or something now?

What the fuck is wrong with you, man?

It's Kish right there, man.

Come on. Let's go call her real quick.

-Let's go call her. -I need a pay phone.

I can't use no fucking regular phone.

Let's go to Linden real quick.

-Let's do it. -Come on.

This is fucked, man.

All the money is out there. You know what I'm saying?

It's too hot to go back.

Damn!

Shit. It's Kish again, man.

Gotta call her now.

Yo, what's up?

Yeah. Not far. Why?

Yeah. All right.

I'll be there in a minute.

What's up, son?

They got her, dawg.

How do you know it's them?

She says she's sick. She don't even talk like that, man.

Fuck it, yo. You know what I'm saying?

Take what we got and hold it down at your nephew's crib in Jersey.

-All right. -Take the car. Hold the car.

It's new, SO niggas ain't gonna know it's mine.

-All right, man. I got you. -Yo, I gotta get the fuck outta here.

I ain't got no dough for Ox.

You gotta tell Kish what's up for me.

No doubt. Don't worry about it. I'm gonna see you. All right?

When it rains, niggas get wet. You know?

Dawg, you the only one I got in my corner, man.

Don't cross me.

- I got you. -One.

Look out, dawg.

Let me get a light.

-Peace. -Peace, Sha.

Knowledge, bone, what's the science, baby?

Yo, baby, shit is wicked out here. Nigga got problems.

Word?

Nothing that God can't solve. What's the nigga's résumé?

Big. Some fake-ass nigga out here.

The motherfucker dropped a dime on me and Buns.

Man, yo, son, I might not even see the fucking light.

Enough said, son. One hundred.

One.

Bitch, I'm gonna slap the shit outta you. What?

Look, look.

What? Bitch, don't let me get no--

Let me holler at you, homey.

Hold on, homey. Look, bitch, I'm gonna call you back.

What is it, nigga?

Niggas say this motherfucker's coming through here with Pennsylvania plates

talking about Omaha.

Pulling up at every block, talking to niggas and shit.

So, is he selling or what? What's up with this nigga?

He ain't selling nothing.

But he asking motherfuckers about Rico, saying he wanna get with Rico.

Okay. So, who with this nigga?

He by hisself.

-The nigga by hisself? -Yeah. Clown nigga too.

Flossing major chips, Rolex, everything.

-Clown nigga, huh? -Retarded if you ask me.

Niggas got him outside right now.

-The nigga out front? -Right out front.

-Let's see what the nigga talking about. -Let's go.

Hold up. What?

Is that that nigga? Is this the illest nigga in Nebraska?

Is you bouta bouta boo?

Who the fuck is you?

My name lke-love, partner.

Niggas in Penn heard mad shit about you. Mad shit. Everybody talking for real.

And? So what?

Easy, cowboy. I just came to see if we can do something.

I brought a gift and the whole nine, player.

Nigga, we don't fuck with out-of-towners, especially silly motherfuckers like you.

-All right. -Know what I'm saying?

That's peace, baby. Whatever. Know what I'm saying?

Can't a nigga just get down? Damn. Get a drink? Get some bitch ass?

Y'all niggas just laughing at me.

This nigga a clown, huh?

All right, Ikie, or whatever your name is.

Ike-love.

Let's meet at the Gilz. We can have drinks.

We can talk about whatever when we get there. That cool?

That's how I like it. Just like that. That's how niggas do it.

Word up, you know? I rolls dolo from state to state.

Word up. Yeah, yeah.

I just wanna link up with those getting it like I get it. That's all.

Y'all niggas be safe. Peace. Word up.

Now Tommy's on the run crazy. North Carolina. Oklahoma.

Robbin' niggas, drugs, whatever to get the dough.

What the fuck you think we gonna do? Get money.

He winds up in Atlanta selling weed.

Who does he get to work for him?

You got it, Wise and Lakid.

Buns was the best at making a bad situation worse.

He would corrupt anyone he could to get over.

As long as he knew how to control niggas' minds,

he could make shit happen anywhere.

Learn how to put the motherfucking weed in the bags first.

Then get money.

It's dough out here.

That nigga's gots to be willing to get down.

No doubt.

You hear the motherfucking phone?

Didn't know you wanted me to get it.

That nigga's crazy.

That's what I'm saying. Is there money out here?

It's mad money out here, dawg. Mad money out here.

-No doubt. -What, you trying to get it?

You know that, son. Word up. It's for real.

You gonna bust your gun to get it?

Whatever, yo.

I hear you talk.

-Who was it? -Knowledge.

Knowledge? How the fuck he get the number?

I don't know.

-Where the phone at? -It's upstairs.

Stupid. Fuck out the way.

Fuck off then.

-What? -What the fuck you mean, what?

What's up with my motherfucking bail money, nigga?

Yo! Who the fuck you think you're talking to, yo?

It's your motherfucking fault I'm on the run now.

I told your stupid ass, don't call the crib from the spot.

How the fuck you get this number?

Your bitch gave me the number. What the fuck you talking about?

Tommy, that's my word.

If y'all don't get that bail money, you gonna see what time it is.

That's your word? Nigga, suck my dick.

What's up with Knowledge?

Fuck Knowledge. Roll up. I'm trying to get high.

Hey, bartender. Get me another drink.

Hey, yo. Word up.

Rico, man, you really know how to show a nigga a good time.

You know what I mean? Word life.

That shit hit the spot. Yeah, baby. Word up.

Fuck! Let's get it on, motherfucker!

-Bounce that shit! Goddamn! -Naked!

-Shit. That's mine? -Yeah.

Yeah. I'll take that.

Shit.

Yeah. We need to go fuck with some of them bitches over there.

I like your flavor, neighbor, for real. Son, you got it locked in here.

This shit is live right here.

I want that one right there. Know what I'm saying? Can I get that?

-Can I get that? -Oh, for sure.

All right. Check this out then.

Before we break out, I gotta holler at you before we bounce.

What's the deal?

Son, a nigga like me want to show my appreciation.

You know what I'm saying?

Remember, I said I came down here to check niggas in the whole notch,

especially you, son.

I brought a present and the whole shit from my man.

Your man? What's that?

Knowledge.

Knowledge?

Motherfucker.

Come on, man! Get in the fucking car!

The more and more I was reading the Minister's book,

the more I realized how fucked up our whole thought process was.

I mean, we all have knowledge of self

but still, we was acting like fucking idiots.

Now, more than ever, I could see error in our ways.

It seemed time had flipped shit to a new fucking page.

Yo, yo. Chill, chill, chill.

Yo, that nigga just...

That nigga's fucking crazy, yo!

Yo, you should have seen him. He dissed their whole click.

Now, if that was me,

I would have bodied the niggas soon as they said something.

Fuck is you talking about? You was right there and didn't say shit.

I'm surprised you had nuts to pull that piece of shit now you got.

What the fuck you talking about, nigga?

Yo, if it wasn't for me,

Umbrook and Casa would have pushed your wig back, nigga. Word up.

Son, don't even try to front.

Yo, I seen how shook you was when them niggas showed up.

Know what I mean? You was praying shit didn't happen.

You know, I seen you after we left. You was ready to cry like a bitch.

You think I ain't see that, yo?

Yo, when those niggas pulled out, son looked mad hurt.

Know what I mean? Yo, don't front.

What, you don't want me to pull your bitch-ass card in front of Buns?

Fuck it. Just keep it real.

Yo, I know you not gonna let this nigga talk to you like that. What's going on?

Nah, bitch nigga ain't no bitch to me.

That's what the fuck I'm talking about, nigga. What?

Some real shit now. What?

Chill. Bitches, chill, man, before you fuck around and make a mistake.

Ain't no mistakes, man. This motherfucker just talk too much.

I had to shut him the fuck up.

After Wise got smoked,

Buns was so drunk and high he just stayed there,

feeling like he had enough.

And it was his fault that Wise got hit.

He could have easily deaded the whole argument,

but Buns, he's an instigator for real.

So now he's like, "Fuck it."

Tommy was at the end of his rope.

Keep your arms where I can see 'em.

Cuff him.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you can't afford one, you will have an attorney appointed to you.

Do you understand these rights as I have read them?

...Six nine.

T.R. Jacobs.

What's your aliases?

Sincere.

Close door!

Yo.

Collect call from Department of Corrections inmate...

-Tommy Brown. -Yeah, I accept.

What's up, Sin? What's going on?

Who this? Buns? What's the deal, my nigga?

Fucked up. I need some help, yo.

Yo, I told you I wasn't fucking with you no more, man.

Yo, what part you don't understand, bruh?

Yeah, I know. I got arrested on some bullshit last night.

And I gotta get the fuck outta here before my prints come back.

The Benz, take that shit to Ox, man. Tell him it's his.

The rest of that... I'm in Decatur, man.

Remember, dawg, you my nigga. Don't let me down.

No doubt, baby. I got you. Don't even worry about it. Peace.

One.

Cannot believe you.

Bullshit claat loser.

I don't wanna watch some bumboclaat no more.

I put my trust in you. Now we're gonna lose it.

I don't wanna watch them no more.

Sorry rassclaat, no?

I'm watching...

A bumboclaat war?

Wanna ramp with me?

Come on! I shot people for fun!

Who wanna test me? Come on! Come on!

Don't know who I bumboclaat ramp with.

Wanna know me?

I am the original Jamaican don dada.

You understand Jamaican rule one?

You wanna ramp with bumboclaat me?

Come. Come on. I murder people for fun.

Murder on a bumboclaat for fun.

Come on!

Come on!

Who wanna ramp with bumboclaat me?

Come on!

It's me, the bumboclaat Ox!

Who wanna ramp with bumboclaat, eh?

It's me, the bumboclaat Ox!

When I finally got to Ox house, yo, there was cops everywhere.

I seen that nigga laid out,

the fucking top dog with his throat slit from ear to ear.

Damn.

You know, I drove around Queens for, like, an hour and a half in a daze.

Finally, I drove up to Rochdale Projects.

Me and Buns used to hang out there back in the days.

That's where all the bitches was.

Yo, when I walked through, I saw my man Shorty out there pumping.

Shorty was, like, 12 going on 20.

A real loser-type nigga, you know?

No hope for the future at all.

To him, it wasn't realistic that he was ever gonna make it out the projects.

And he was right.

-What up, Shorty? -What up?

Man. Niggas up mad early getting that paper, huh?

Yo, I got bagged, son.

-What happened? -Thursday, I got bagged.

-What happened, son? -Fucking with this nigga on the roof.

-On the roof? -Yeah, man.

-What you was doing? -Shot this nigga, man.

I got it still burning. Shit's just getting hot.

See? Just gotta hold the shit down.

Know what I'm saying? Got the bulletproof vest.

-Yo, damn, man. -Shit's just hot.

Yo, man. Don't let these niggas out here steer you wrong, man.

See them niggas on the corner over there?

-They're gonna be out here forever. -All right, peace.

-Yo, man. -It's all right.

Fucking with guns.

When you fuck with guns, Shorty...

it's always the coolest niggas that fuck around and get murdered, you know?

It's a war out here.

Mad niggas is dying.

You don't want that shit to be you, right?

Nah.

I know you gonna hold it down, though. You know what I mean?

Just be careful, man.

These niggas out here ain't even really worth it.

You're an ill nigga though. I like your style, son.

Shorty, I'ma go, so, all right?

Look in your pocket though.

That's you. That's from me, baby.

Just make sure you rise above all this madness out here.

Mind elevation, man.

Fuck that petty shit. You don't need it.

For real. All right?

-All right. -All right. My nigga.

You're out, dickhead. Open the gate.

Buns was an animal out the cage, for real.

But he went around the way to lay at his step mom's crib

and get his plans together.

And that's where life as he knew it came to an end.

All right. All right, here we go.

Yeah. Right there. Try that one on.

There it is, man.

What's you, a coach or something?

You ain't from around here.

I'm Roger. How you doing, Tommy?

No.

I just came looking for you, man.

Looking for me for what?

When I heard that the police finally had you in custody,

I wanted to come down and just meet you in person.

Don't get nervous. A lot of agents here.

What I think you should do is just pay attention and listen to me.

Listen to what I'm gonna tell ya.

I'm gonna give you a choice, man.

- I got a choice? -Yeah, you got a choice.

I'm gonna offer you some freedom.

You know you're in a lot of trouble.

Without us, you go to jail.

You go to jail forever. You understand?

So, who I gotta blast?

He calls himself the Minister.

It's your job to get into his organization and learn his ways.

On New Year's Eve, he's having the biggest gathering,

World's Day of Reckoning, at the Armory in Harlem.

On that very night, you will terminate this fucker.

We'll do everything in our power to help you.

We'll give you all the help that's necessary.

But be warned, we've got a lot of operatives in place.

If you show any weakness, or if you betray us...

it'll be your resignation.

You understand?

Yeah, I understand.

Don't fuck around, Buns.

I was thinking. I know it's your boy, and I hate to keep bringing it up,

but, seriously, we need to start thinking about us.

Because this shit's too dangerous now.

-Yo, Ti-- -It's not safe anymore.

Ti, I feel like it's time for us to, like, go up and go away from here.

I been thinking about it for a long time.

Where will we go?

Ti, let's go to Africa.

Shit, nigga, please. Be for real.

Yo, I never been more serious in my life.

I mean, we been to the islands. We been everywhere.

Who says we can't go to Africa?

I mean, but... I don't know. Africa's far.

So, what? I'm saying, just think about us.

That's all we ever talk about.

That's our dream, to go to our homeland where our roots are.

Fuck it, man. You know what I'm saying? Like, forget about money. Fuck everything.

It's a chance of a lifetime. If me and you went, and the baby...

Yo, just think.

Maybe it's the right thing to do, maybe not.

Well, I'll think about it.

I will think about it.

Buns was supposed to take out the Minister.

Apparently, they needed a nigga to do it for publicity or something.

And Tommy was perfect.

He had to start from the bottom though.

You know, really take it serious with the religion.

He had to study and really be a part of it

'cause it wasn't gonna be easy to get close to the Minister.

Meanwhile, Knowledge and Shameek started scheming

on how they was gonna find Bundy,

you know, for a little payback visit.

And Knowledge knew where Kisha lived, so he knew Tommy wouldn't be far behind.

Oddly enough, the more Tommy got into character,

the more, you know, the truth was like the light.

And no matter what clouds are true, eventually the sun will come out,

and you cannot stop the sun from shining.

For the first time, the sun was finally shining on Bundy.

Oh, shit! What the fuck are y'all doing in my house?

Relax, shorty. Nobody here to fuck with you. No doubt.

Then get your stank ass out my motherfucking house

and take your broke-ass niggas with you.

We just here looking for this nigga. That all.

We was hoping maybe Sin could tell us where to find his ass.

Uh-uh.

Oh, shit.

Don't worry, shortstop. We on our way.

Just tell Sin Father Sha came by. That all.

We don't want to worry the guy, but we really need to find this fucker.

I'm fucking serious.

Care, my niggas.

Hey, yo, peace, shorty.

You stay cool. Don't hurt nobody.

God.

I get a phone call from niggas, like, early this evening.

I can't believe it. He want me to meet him up in Harlem.

I don't even know what's going on.

First of all, how the fuck he get outta jail?

Maybe this nigga gave me up to get out, you know?

It could be a setup. You could never tell with this nigga.

I mean, Buns is my dawg,

but this nigga, man, is hard to tell sometimes.

He could be ill when he wanna be.

Yo, Buns. What up, nigga?

What scheme you up to now?

How you doing, Sin?

I'm all right, man. What's up?

I been trying to call you. How come you ain't call me back?

Ain't hard to tell. My life's in a whole another direction, dawg.

I could see that.

Yo, you know I'm not gonna leave you though, right?

Yo, I thought you was up the river, man.

I didn't know what to do. I went to Ox house, yo.

Then I call Mark, and I'ma tell him what happened.

I didn't get no response.

Yeah. I heard about Ox. Know what I'm saying?

But you want to know something though, Sin?

You was always right, dawg. You know what I'm saying?

We was on the road to destruction from the beginning.

Wasn't trying to hear it though, you know?

But now, you know, the Minister showed us the right path.

Try and take that path?

Yo, what happened to "fuck followers" and "no purpose”

and all your issues and shit?

Listen, dawg, we all make mistakes, especially me.

But if you've got a chance to make it right, make it right.

I got that from you.

I feel it's the only way.

I don't feel a need to play the whole part in the entire movement,

but if you just raise your family right, if I just live righteously,

I be all right.

Yo, my whole life is dedicated to change.

Yo, I'm going to Africa.

-Word? -Word.

Africa?

Gonna take some time out to reflect on the things that's happening,

you know, between you, me, the whole world.

That's ill, son. That's ill.

What can I say but, you know, congratulations.

Good luck on your trip to the motherland.

Good looking, Buns.

I hope everything is right with you and the Minister as well, all right?

What you want me to do with the car and all that?

All your shit. What you want me to do with that?

I ain't gonna really need none of that. You know what I'm saying?

Accept it as a gift, yo.

-Take it to the heart. -D.

-One. -One.

Now, remember, the dope has to be secured in that office.

It's extremely important that he's found with shit on the premises.

Our people are all in place. Spread the word.

Hey, slick.

Do not attempt to get a brain on this. You hear me?

Under no circumstances...

is the Minister to make that speech.

I want it real messy. No mistakes.

You copy that?

Yeah, I copy that.

You're my nigga, man. You're my nigga.

Ti?

-Yo, Ti? -I'm in here, Sin.

Why you sitting over here in the dark?

What happened?

When I got home, there was some niggas in the house.

And they said they were looking for you.

One of 'em, he said his name was Sha.

But I think he was looking for Tommy.

-Did they touch you? -No.

I got scared, so I just pulled out.

But they left quietly. I mean, they didn't do anything.

But I've just been sitting here.

They dead, all right? They are dead.

No, Sin. You gotta promise.

You gotta promise me that you'll just say, "Fuck this shit," and just leave it alone.

You gotta swear that you will not go looking for them.

I can't take this shit no more. We should just do what you said.

You forget about Tommy, forget about all this shit,

and start thinking about us.

Let's just do what you said. Let's just split and go to Africa.

We should just go.

-All right then. -We should just go.

We're gonna go, okay? We'll go.

I don't know how you can stay out here. Shit getting crazier every day, man.

Word, me, my wifey, little C, we all out, man.

Yo, you going to Africa? You gonna stop fucking with weed?

I don't even fuck with no more chronic. I don't need none of that shit no more.

-Yo, this is the shit, I'm telling you. -You one lucky nigga, boy.

Long-ass flight too. I ain't never coming back.

That's what I was thinking about, never coming back. Word!

You my nigga, all right? Get with you on that.

-All right. Yeah. -Tell Chaka my love, all right?

-All right. Peace. -Chill, nigga.

Man, it's crazy out here, man. That's why I broke out for a minute.

-All right. No doubt. Word up. -Straight up.

Yo, what up, man?

Sin, what's up, baby? Man, you know?

-How you? -I'm maintaining.

-How you been? -I'm chilling. You're looking good.

-You got the little one, huh? -Yeah.

-She got me babysitting right now. -That's real.

No doubt.

-You all right though? Looking good. -Yeah. You know how it is.

- I know it's crazy out here. -Yeah.

Yo, I'm getting ready to blow.

-Word. All right. Sure. -Peace, man. Peace.

-What's up, baby pop? -Yo, what up, Black? Funny-ass nigger.

-What's the deal? -Fuck is up?

-Remember that shit from the basement? -What?

Yo, yo!

Shut the fuck up.

Move, move, move!

-Stupid motherfuckers! -Fuck outta here, yo!

Take this, man!

Ti, I got shot.

-What? Oh, my God. -Yeah.

Coming out the barber shop, this nigga shot me in my leg.

-Are you all right? -Yeah.

Oh, my God!

- I had to shoot these two other niggas. -What?

The nigga that shot me, I killed that nigga.

What?

Sin.

I don't give a fuck though. We still gonna go.

Ain't nothing stopping us from leaving. I don't give a fuck no more. We going.

-Yo. -Yo, what up, cat daddy?

-It's Knowledge. -Fuck is up? What's the verdict?

Biggie just got hit with some joints. Ain't even gonna see life for a minute.

Damn. Yo, that nigga can't live, son.

You know I know where Tommy bitch live at, right?

-Yeah? -35 Westchester.

Son, I'ma go see that piece.

Let that bitch Tommy know what's real up in the battlefield, for you.

Get that bitch. Bring that nigga out in the front.

No doubt. Stay up, baby. Hold your head. One.

Come on. Let's bring it. All right!

All praises due to the one and true living God!

Yeah! Oh, yeah!

This is a great day today! A great and festive day!

You are a beautiful people,

a people deserving of a savior.

I want someone to secure the left wing. You two move out.

...a God who loves you and I so much

that he would climb a mountain 40-miles high

just to save one of you.

Move.

Right? He said, "Let my people go!"

He said, "Wicked, let my people go!"

He said, "If you let my people..."

He saved the day. This time, he is right in our midst.

Who is he? Say it!

I knew you were coming,

so I sent everyone away,

because I believed my final moment was at hand.

Before you pull that trigger

and take my life,

I would like the chance to tell you some things,

perhaps to think about after I am gone.

Don't worry about me stalling.

My people have orders to leave me to my studies for another 15 minutes.

I will only take five.

Can you bear with me?

Will you?

Then make up your mind.

Today marks the change of not only a new year, but a new millennium.

Take a look around.

The majority of the youth roam the streets dealing in drugs, sex and violence,

thinking these things have no real effect on life.

Crimes without real punishment.

An uncaring, unfeeling generation without knowledge of self.

This is the future of our nation, the future of our people.

Do you think hatred and evil will go unpunished?

The world is now feeling the heat

from flames it has kept burning since the beginning of civilization.

You represent that fire.

You and I are just a small part of God's plan.

The evil men of this world have applied every method possible

to deceive its occupants

and each time with greater success than anticipated.

But no more.

Tonight, with this new millennium,

God will begin to overcome this evil.

I represent the truth to the people.

Without truth, nothing is sacred.

The lie, that's what the devil is all about.

My brother, you know that already. Because that's why you're here.

What the hell?

The truth is, we all play a grave role in our own destruction.

Your money. Your lifestyles.

The things that people value and covet so dearly are the bait

that lures them out of the light.

Turn over, bitch.

Where the fuck is that bitch-ass nigga at? Huh? Bitch!

Through the love of others, I have power.

The truth gives me this.

Those that fear me send you here,

here to murder all that I say.

They use what you fear against you.

Your fear of death. Your fear of imprisonment.

Oh, shit! You fucking...

Where in this world is anyone safe from death?

You see the lies you've been told?

The path you take is not your own.

Now you turn around, bitch!

You punk-ass motherfucker!

Look what you did to me! I hate you! I hate you!

Have you ever thought about how precious a life is?

How difficult it is to create?

How loosely and easily it has been for you to take away?

Ten!

Brother, help me.

Nine!

Help me to do what's right.

Eight!

Help me to stop the slaughter of our children.

-Seven! -Help me to put an end to the disrespect

and the dishonor of our most valuable resource, the Black woman.

-Six! -Help me to put an end

to the destruction of the young mind through the use of drugs, alcohol.

Five!

Help me to build up a population of great thinkers.

Four!

People who create change through thoughtfulness and spirituality.

Three!

Will you choose that truth?

-Will you? -Two!

Will you choose the light over the darkness?

One!

Once I found out the clock was ticking...

See the Glock. Stick it.

Now, killing, 'cause revenge is all they can think about in the end.

But I'm going for the binge.

Burn till I singe.

Fuck, yeah, niggas.

Fall by myself, die by myself.

Play the tricks.

And if you don't know what it's going to be in the end...

T minus three, two, one. Amen.

-Drop the gun! -Hold it. Stay where you are.

Will you choose life?

It's time.

It's time, man.

It's time.

When I opened my eyes, I couldn't believe it.

Africa, for real.

I felt like I never really seen clouds before.

I felt like the sky was a different color blue,

the trees a different color green.

And the people too.

The people were beautiful. It felt right.

It was harmony, like I wasn't far from home.

Everybody together, me, Tionne, Kenya.

It was like... It's like a whole new beginning.

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