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I'm not paying you to think about the big picture, nigga.

Tell me where the fuck my dope at, and I give her back safely to Lamar.

The hospital's making an offer for $25,000.

That's a lot of doggone money. - Not for our son's vision.

This here? Also done.

First, you would never look in my vicinity.

Now, you show up and fuck me like a damn old-school porno?

I might know some cats outside the hood

who might wanna holler.

Are you dealing drugs with your brother?

No.

Look, you know this was not my fault, right?

Stay the hell away from my fucking house.

Mo. Mo!

People are dead because of us.

And yeah, we didn't pull the fucking trigger,

but we may as well have.

School was never my thing,

and my folks knew.

But I always showed up for picture day.

That's when everybody arrives looking clean and all G'd up.

Dig that fellow in his freshman class picture.

Yeah, I ain't make it much further past that day.

My point is, people spend a lotta time in school

trying to learn how to better themselves.

Ain't much different than the streets.

You learn how to count...

♪ 6:00 in the morning Police at my door ♪

Do chemistry...

♪ Fresh Adidas squeak Across the bathroom floor ♪

Freeze! Hands where I can see 'em!

And participate in PE.

♪ Mad with no music But happy 'cause free ♪

And the biggest difference between the two

are the goals.

In the school of hard knocks,

if you ain't graduating, yo' ass is dying.

♪ I'm a self-made Monster of the city streets ♪

♪ Remotely controlled- ♪

Oh, snap, it's Meech.

Hey, yo. What up, doe?

What up, Little Curly?

No. Not-not little. Just Curly.

I'm 12, a'ight?

What's up, man? - Hey, yo, uh,

can you cop us a 40?

Man, you niggas don't even got hair on y'all balls,

and y'all asking for a brew.

I'ma get you some pop.

Man, whatever. Yo, that man is crazy.

Hey, yo. We gotta go.

A'ight, Curly.

I got y'all two orange Faygos and some Better Mades.

You straight? - Yeah, yeah, good lookin'.

Yeah, that's right. Run, bitch. Run!

♪ I got everything On the line ♪

♪ I'm out here I'm on the grind ♪

♪ Trying to get mine ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ A nigga move the weight ♪

♪ Trying to get the cake ♪

♪ I'm in and out of state ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many niggas fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪

♪ It go gram after gram ♪

♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many niggas fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ D's ain't that good ♪

♪ These niggas is ratting ♪

♪ They tell them What's going on ♪

♪ That's how they know What's happening ♪

♪ I'm riding With the top down ♪

♪ Trunk full of yola ♪

♪ Ghetto pharmaceutical ♪

♪ I move that Coca-Cola ♪

♪ Thousand grams of pure ♪

♪ Though I fuck With the weirdos ♪

♪ They snort away the pain ♪

♪ Bang their dope In their vein ♪

♪ Shorty crying Christmas ain't coming ♪

♪ Her pop's locked up ♪

♪ When it hurts the worst ♪

♪ Your ace find out She knocked up ♪

♪ Welfare ain't an option ♪

♪ When the Feds come knocking ♪

♪ It's all fucked up So wish me luck ♪

♪ At least You could wish me luck ♪

♪ A nigga move the weight ♪

♪ Trying to get the cake ♪

♪ I'm in and out of state ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many niggas fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪

♪ It go gram after gram ♪

♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many niggas fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, wish me luck ♪

♪ Wish me luck ♪

♪ All you got to do Is wish me luck, yeah ♪

You almost just got killed, Meech.

But I didn't.

But what about the rest of our family?

And no one know where Pops is staying still.

We still gotta get Nikki and Mama out the crib.

This shit, man.

She poke her head out yet?

Shit, if she did... I wouldn't know.

And honestly,

I ain't even trying to see her ass right now.

A'ight, let's break this shit up

in halfies, quarters, and big eights.

What you mean?

We cooking and rockin' like always.

Hell no, nigga.

We don't got the bodies or time.

I'm not throwing away that much money.

Meech, we already got a system in place.

Niggas always looking for a better price and product, Tee.

Look, Tiny's down for a brick, and he turned me

onto his cousin Que from the north end,

which gonna grow our business even more.

Look, right now, we can't be seen in these streets, bro.

We gonna be sitting ducks for Lamar.

Come on, man. Let's chop this shit up,

so I can meet Que at the spot we just copped.

What's cracking, Brit?

Hey. That guy's been waiting for you by the soul section.

What up, doe?

Anything I can play or wrap up for you?

No, just checking out your merch,

trying to see what kinda store this is.

Okay.

Well, we an independent that focuses on all genres.

You know, you see it, we got it.

If you don't, we damn sure can get it.

No matter what it is.

When Tiny told me about you, I was interested.

Had no idea you just a kid. - Yeah, well, shit.

My hustle make up for whatever I'm lackin'.

Not to mention...

I got that work.

Right.

Except I put my ear out to the streets,

and I ain't like what came back.

Word is, you snaked your last plug.

Well, you been in the game long enough to know bullshit

when you hear it.

Thing is, you haven't.

Young'uns.

Always gonna make mistakes.

The kind I can't afford.

So what you saying?

I took this meeting out of respect for Tiny,

so I ain't sayin' never, but definitely not right now.

What's up, Mr. Ryan?

Do you think you can get me in the college fair?

The event's for juniors and seniors.

We're at capacity.

Come on, Mr. Ryan. Is there anything I can do?

What's going on with you?

Nothing.

I just-I need something to focus my attention on.

Well, look, I can't get you in the event as a student.

But I may need some help setting up the event.

You do that,

maybe I'll introduce you to some admissions directors,

including my old college roommate,

who represents Western Michigan University.

Okay. Thank you.

Thank you so much, um...

Do-do I need to do anything, bring anything?

No, no, just come to the auditorium at 11:00

to help me set up, and be ready to discuss

who you are as a person.

Yeah, don't even trip. I got you.

Thank you. - You're welcome.

All I'm saying is, you don't see me inviting Mr. Ryan

to bowling parties and hanging out in his office.

Oh.

Yo, get the fuck outta here with that.

Mr. Ryan just be putting me on game, a'ight?

Oh, I'm sure he does.

I'ma fuck you up with that fucking Daniel-san bullshit.

What up?

What's up, man?

Mama, you okay?

I know you in there.

Nicole brought you some food, Ma. Open up.

I'm fine. I don't want nothin'!

Come on, Ma. It's an emergency.

I said I don't want nothing!

Go away!

She ain't been out her room or talked to nobody.

Like, I don't know what's wrong.

I got an idea.

Yes, Lord.

How many times I gotta tell you, you can't stay here

if you running these fast-tail girls

up in and out of here and smoking on that reefer?

Pastor, I don't be doing nothing in here, I swear.

Look here, son. I got a nose for two things,

and what I'm smellin'- you paid way too much for both.

But I do have a church to protect.

A big church.

The good Lord thanks you

for that benevolent offering, brother.

Bet he does.

♪ Jesus ♪

Thanks for waiting for me, Brother Flenory.

Only got $5 on me.

That's fine, Pastor. I'm not here for the money.

I'm working for the Lord.

Matthew 20:4, he shall pay what is right.

That's not exactly how the scripture goes.

I know, brother. I'm just testin' you,

making sure you've been reading your Bible.

What's up? - It's Mama.

Thank you, Pastor. - Yes, Lord.

I've been up there a while.

Your mama ain't talkin'.

Someone wanna tell me what the hell's goin' on

around here?

Terry, your mouth still work?

Pops, listen- - Is your name Terry?

Um, Ma...

M-Ma found out that I've been selling drugs with Meech.

You brought drugs in my house?

No disrespect, Pops, but you ain't exactly been livin' here.

Motherfucker! - Pop, Pop, Pop-

This is still my goddamn house!

A'ight, something happen.

We got some people looking out after y'all.

Like you did before.

Yeah, but this is worse, Pops.

This about that guy from the mall, ain't it?

No. - What guy?

We was at the mall, and this guy approached Terry.

Look, Pops, maybe you should just take

Mama and Nicole to Ohio for a minute.

Not until you tell me what y'all done

that I gotta move my family out the house

I built with my own two hands.

Hmm?

Pops, please.

Pops.

I'm coming too, Dad.

This is why I told you

we shouldn't have kidnapped Lamar's kid.

Man, we ain't kidnap nobody.

We ain't tape nobody mouth shut.

I fed that little girl ice cream, man.

Fuck is you talking about?

We took her without her parents' permission,

which, by definition, is kidnapping, Meech.

Okay, so it was a soft kidnappin'.

Soft kidnappin'? Really, bro?

Soft kidnappin'. Fuck.

What you know, good niggas? What the fuck?

Niggas got 40s and no cups?

Bitch, this ain't Bennigan's.

Better hit that shit from the neck.

Motherfucker, I am not drinking after y'all niggas.

I know y'all be eating pussy that smell like mop water.

Come on now. Come on now.

What up, doe? - About to hit up the Flenorys.

I need y'all to do me a favor.

I want you to go and distract his bodyguards.

Sound like a personal problem to me.

Nigga, shut the fuck up

'fore I choke your ass out again.

Homie, you got me fucked up.

You think I'm scared of your little punk-ass pistol?

Put a S on that, motherfucker.

Uh-uh. A'ight, listen.

All y'all motherfuckers

need to put this shit down right now.

Fuck that. - Old school time is up.

And since you rollin' with him...

Uh-huh. - So's yours.

Man, I got a fucking gun too, homie.

We can both die here tonight.

Yo, the hook at four o'clock!

Oh. Oh, oh, oh. - Yeah.

Yeah, tag, niggas. - Yo, let's go, go.

I'm it. Go on! I'll find you.

Guess I showed up just in time.

Well, you know how it is

when niggas ain't seen you for a minute.

What up, doe? - I'm good.

Can you tell your boy Lionel Ritchie to take a hike?

Oh, sticks and stones, big dog.

Sticks and stones.

Let this nigga know I be more stones than sticks.

Five. Four. Three.

Muscle-mouthed motherfucker. - Two.

You know the drill.

Man, I'm clean.

You check behind my ears if you want to.

See, I don't see it that way.

See, I got bodies turning up, people going MIA,

and then there's that little shootout

that happened this morning.

Detective, I'm a changed man.

Lamar, you stupid.

And stupid always get caught.

Tag, nigga. Now I'm it.

What did you and Demetrius do

that requires us to leave our house?

Terry, you're also a father yourself now.

What if Terry Jr. did something to affect

the safety of your family?

How would you feel?

Tee? Where you at, Tee?

For someone with no key,

you sure know how to find your way up in here.

You want me to leave? - Doesn't matter.

You gonna come back any time you ready anyway.

Yo, I ain't tell Pops shit, but we need to.

Que passed on us, man.

Pat's been bad-mouthing us, Tee.

Let's go back to what we know-selling 50s.

I told you already.

That shit don't make no sense when Lamar still on our heads.

Then fuck it.

Then let's franchise out to our crew.

We give 'em each a bag.

They get they own people to move it.

You and I, we'll still be invisible.

Shit, we'd be like Pat, and they'd be us.

We tried your way.

And I'm all for yours, but not with five bricks.

Give B-Mickie one. We gon' split the rest two-two.

The hell you mean, give B-Mickie a brick?

TB been with us since day one.

I'm not rewarding no nigga for going MIA.

And I still ain't forget about the Jay Mo shit, a'ight?

Man, why the fuck you always gotta be so damn hard?

A'ight? Just listen. Damn.

Just give it to him, man. I'll work out the rest.

I'ma see how I feel, Meech, a'ight?

I'ma see how I feel.

Give B-Mickie a brick. Nigga, are you crazy?

Get your ass out of my car, nigga.

I'll give that nigga somethin'-not a brick.

I swear to God, I'm gonna stomp Tiny's fucking kidneys out.

Hey, look, man. You ain't wrong, nigga,

but if you keep on putting Tiny's fat ass on notice,

he gonna keep his eye out on you.

Plus, he got the whole crew behind him right now.

Fuck them! Fuck them traitors.

And fuck them light-skinned-ass pretty boys,

a'ight, with their fucking super-security-having asses.

Nigga, this shit only happened

because they got the fuckin' drop on me.

Because you gave up the stash.

Look, homie, Meech had Zoe.

The motherfucker said he was gonna

cut her fucking head off, man.

What the fuck was I supposed to do, nigga?

Look, man, you can get everything back,

plus your fucking family, but not right now.

Right now, you way too fuckin' angry.

You ain't even seein' shit straight.

You patched shit up with Monique before.

You can do that shit again, and then after you do that,

me and you can cut off

Meech and Terry's water for good.

You hear me?

No?

See, motherfuckers can live without a lot of shit, homie.

No heat, you can give a bitch a blanket.

No electric,

light a fuckin' candle or some shit.

But you cut off a motherfucker's water?

That's a wrap.

Nigga can't wash the dishes, wash his ass,

or use the shitter.

You feel me?

I like that. Yeah, I like that a lot.

But if this shit go wrong,

Meech and Terry ain't gonna be the only niggas

with their water cut off.

Oh, shit.

Damn, girl.

You got that thing.

Shut up.

You want a hot towel?

A hot towel and hot sex?

What you tryin' and do, get me whipped?

Why you covering up like that?

'Cause, nigga, I don't want you looking all up in my grits.

I was just all in them grits.

It's me, nigga. Open the door.

Dog. Come on.

Put a shirt on with that bird-ass chest of yours.

Man, please. - Man, fuck you.

All right.

So I've been meaning to ask you.

Now, I know that ain't the heater

you popped Jay Mo with.

Hell no.

I tossed it in the river after I anchored Jay Mo down.

Okay.

Not in the same fucking place though, right?

Fuck no, nigga. I ain't stupid.

You know, I can't tell,

given this bullshit situation you put us in.

What the hell is this?

We gonna show you some love on the price.

You buggin', right?

I thought your ass'd actually be happy.

You getting a chance to make some cheese

for yourself, nigga.

A'ight, just hit me when I need to hit you up, a'ight?

A'ight.

Oh, and, um...I need you to do me a favor.

Let me guess.

You need help cookin' them shits up, too, huh?

A'ight.

I'ma show love on the price too.

Love is love, right?

Fo sho.

Dirty-ass hand.

Why don't you go and put some fucking clothes on?

It's my crib. Hey, close my door.

Little bird-ass chest.

Guess we about to come up, huh?

Yeah.

♪ Vibes boomin' ♪

♪ Running my fingers Through your hair ♪

♪ While you blow clouds Out your face ♪

-♪ What a dream come true ♪

♪ So grateful I'm with you ♪

You can't be serious.

L-look, Monique, please just hear me out, a'ight?

There was nothin' I could do about Meech's crazy ass.

All I'm askin' is that you just give me a chance,

and I can make it up to you.

Please.

It'll be a cold day in hell

'fore I forgive your ass again.

I apologize.

What the hell else you want me to do?

Get the fuck away from my house

before I get a restraining order on your nutty ass!

Let me go! - Open the fucking door!

Let me the fuck go!

You motherfucker! Open the fucking door!

Hey!

Monique, open the fucking door, bitch.

Yo! You fuckin' with the wrong one.

I ain't-I ain't Meech, 'cause I will put my motherfucking foot

up in your fuckin' ass, bitch!

Open this goddamn door! Monique!

Bitch, you got me lookin' like a crazy motherfucker

up in this bitch.

Monique! Mo!

He warped. He wildin' out.

Yo, man...

he trippin', man!

Nigga, you know what you doing?

Yo, we gotta move both of these bricks,

so everybody's getting one.

Yeah, I don't know about that nigga Dink.

He ain't the sharpest tool in the shed.

Shit, that nigga's gonna have to learn how to be.

Yo, everybody, get in here.

Yo, listen up.

As you grow in the dope game,

the motherfuckers around you gotta do the same.

Today is graduation.

Everybody's gonna get they own sack.

Hell yeah.

That's what I'm talking about, nigga.

Let's get it. - Hold up, hold up.

What's the pay difference? - From now on,

you make your money off the sack I give you.

So as long as you come back with the number I say, we good.

So we like independent contractors?

Kinda, sorta, but think of it

more like the new little Terry and Meeches.

Straight up.

Okay, so it's like some army shit, for real.

Yeah. - I mean we done did more

before 11:00 than most motherfuckers.

Oh, shit. It's 11:00? Yo, hold it down for me, B.

You were supposed to help set up.

I know. I-I'm so sorry. I just had some drama at home.

All right. Come on.

Terry, this is Mr. Tolbert.

Hey. - Pleasure to meet you.

Mr. Ryan's told me good things about you.

Likewise, sir.

Well, to succeed in school,

a student has to burn some midnight oil.

Gotta shed those blood, sweat, and tears.

Can you give me an example of a class

or an assignment where you've done that?

Come on, Tee.

I'm preppin' for my-this college fair today, you know,

'cause I had my usual classwork last night,

but then I had to stay up a little extra

to prep for my responses.

Good answer.

Yeah.

Uh, tell me about your work history.

Uh, work, work, work.

Uh, I-I'm sorry. I'm a little nervous.

Relax.

This isn't an admissions interview.

I just wanna find out a little more about you.

Tell me about the greatest challenge you've had to face.

Ma, I'm not dealing drugs with Meech.

I'm not.

People are dead because of us.

Yeah, I-I'm sorry. I can't do this right now.

One second. Terry!

You came into my office

and begged me to give you this opportunity.

Then you show up unprepared like this.

I-I know. I'm sorry, Mr. Ryan.

It's just a lot on my plate right now.

Okay, Terry, that doesn't cut it.

Get your head in the game before you wreck your future.

I sold you a brick for scraps

so you could be top dog.

I did what you suggested-

turned our backs on Lamar.

But you also sent me to a bogus-ass meeting

with a fake-ass nigga.

Hey, Que said everything was cool.

Then he heard somethin' on the way that gave him pause.

Well, I guess y'all not as tight as you said.

Man, you better help Que see the fucking light.

Otherwise, you won't hold that seat for long.

Is that a threat?

Just a reality check, nigga.

A'ight.

I'll holler at him tomorrow at the gambling spot.

What spot? - Off Davison, in H-P.

♪ Yes ♪

How you feelin'?

Both of our boys are wrapped up in the streets.

I feel like a failure as a parent.

What we not gonna do is have a pity party

while we still got time to save Terry.

Charles, Terry is selling drugs.

He's also going to school every day

and taking care of his son,

which means all hope's not lost.

We just need to get him away from Demetrius.

That boy's been attached to his brother's hip

since he came into this world.

What if we used the money the hospital was offering

to send Terry to a school down South somewhere?

He ain't gonna do nothing

but get on a bus and come right back.

Look, I know it sounds like a longshot,

but I truly believe we can save Terry if we act fast.

But what about Demetrius?

Do you really believe we have a chance at Demetrius?

Lucille, we gotta do what we gotta do to save this family.

♪ Stepped outside Like I gotta go get it ♪

♪ Put a team together Now my whole team with it ♪

♪ Raised in the hood Yeah, we deal with the stars ♪

♪ It's time to get it locked Gotta hit the block hard ♪

Hey, yo. We hungry. Can we get something to eat?

I mean, we've been at it all day.

Yo, yo, yo. Get the fuck outta here.

The fuck are you talking about?

Hey, yo, real talk, I'm hungry too.

Let's make a Coney run.

Yo, that's some bullshit.

How the hell we gonna get paid

if we gotta feed these little-ass niggas?

Costs to be the boss, baby.

Kato, that some bullshit.

This ain't the goddamn daycare.

Uh, holler-holler at them if you need some action.

Actually, I'm gonna need you to gimme all of that.

Or I'ma beat your ass and take it.

Hey, yo, I gave that bag to you, Dink.

Not some fuckin' shorty you left on the block

with all the work.

Now, where the fuck was you at, Sockie?

Yo, my bad, dog. - This shit is crazy.

Niggas is leaving they posts, showing up late

like niggas don't grind 10:00 to 10:00 out here.

What the fuck is going on? Huh?

Our rules were created to guide y'all.

How the hell y'all supposed to win

when everybody's just out there freestyling?

Threatening the integrity of a name

that I bust my fuckin' ass to build?

I thought you gave us authority to manage as we see fit.

You thought wrong! - Nigga, why are you mad at us

when the nigga who did this shit

and everything else is still out there, hmm?

The fuck you just say to me? - Nigga, you heard me.

The fuck is going on?

Hey, don't say shit. Don't say shit.

Fuck!

Man, what the fuck has gotten into you, man?

Dink's runner got ganked.

Nigga, so what? That's on Dink.

Nigga, the product in the bag has our fucking name on it.

No, the fuck it's not.

We ain't the 50 Boyz no more, man.

What the fuck are we, Meech?

I don't know, but we graduated from that shit.

Yeah? We graduated? We graduated?

We still haven't moved past Lamar,

'cause that's the nigga who stole they fucking stash.

Oh, fuck.

Yeah, fuck.

Yo, we gotta do something, man,

or it's gonna be the food trucks all over again.

You know what? Pull the detail on me.

Fuck it.

Nigga, please.

That crazy muh-fucker already pressed you once.

Who's to say he ain't gonna do that shit again with his boys?

Man, that midnight-looking motherfucker run up on me,

I'ma lay his crazy ass the fuck down.

Yeah. He's a lone wolf, man. That nigga lost his crew.

A'ight, so where the hell we at with the bricks?

Tiny and I are gonna meet Que tomorrow,

try and seal the deal.

I got this.

No doubt.

Karen, thank you for coming over

on such short notice.

We-we're ready to accept the $25,000 offer

the hospital made.

Oh, I'm sorry,

but that settlement offer's been rescinded.

I went over this when they made the offer.

It had a time limit.

That's bullshit. - Watch your mouth.

How she gonna let them pull the offer without notifying us?

She our doggone lawyer.

Mr. Flenory-

Now, this is some shady backroom business.

I'm sorry, but I don't get paid until you do.

We should have never let Pastor Shifty

convince us to take on a conniving rookie lawyer.

Okay, look, I have fought relentlessly for your son.

If you fought relentlessly,

we'd have some damn money in our pockets.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to leave.

Karen, please. Charles is just-

Sorry, Mrs. Flenory. We're done.

My assistant will send over

the termination of representation file.

What is it with you and this damn gun?

You almost look like you dating it.

Oh, this saved my mother from a abusive relationship.

Watched over me countless nights

crossing enemy territory.

Shit. Sealed countless deals.

This ain't a gat. It's family.

On that note, I'll give y'all some space.

I need to get some clean clothes anyways,

unless you want me funking up your place.

I like your funk.

As a matter of fact, I like it so much I'll ride with you.

Know I can't let a ass like that outta my sight.

Besides, we always hang here.

I ain't never even seen your spot.

Damn, boy. Catching feelings and shit.

I mean, you been here for a minute.

Are you tellin' me you ain't?

I mean, I'm just tryin' to figure out what we doing.

Are we kickin' it, or are we-

We need some more time for this convo,

so we might as well roll.

Your ass is driving. I'm not driving.

Are your parents here?

No, and neither are them damn guards.

You got something you want to ask me?

My dad says when you find a good woman,

you should treat her

like the beautiful child of God she is.

If that's your way of asking me

to be your girlfriend, then the answer is yes.

I-I think we're supposed to kiss now.

Now, Darius, you seem like a nice kid and all,

but, um, get the fuck out.

What the hell? You know the rules, Nicky.

Meech brought girls up to y'all room all the time.

What's the problem? - First of all, you not Meech.

You my baby sister. - Tch.

And what the hell were y'all doing in here

that you can't do on the front porch?

Them damn guards keep spying on us.

That's their damn job.

I feel like I'm in prison. When this gonna be over?

Come here.

Not too much longer. I promise.

Whatever.

Yo, 'Mar.

'Mar, you here? Good, man.

Get the fuck away from this black ass nigga.

♪ Who they are ♪

-Oh, yeah.

♪ So fight on hard ♪

♪ Don't ever stop, no ♪

♪ It's my destiny ♪

Damn, boy.

You over here sounding like

the missing Temptation and shit.

I ain't even know you was here, man.

How'd everything go with Monique and shit?

She cut my water off.

Made me realize the most precious thing in the world

to me is my family,

so...I'm gonna bury

somebody that Meech and Terry care about.

You sure that's the best idea?

You know, the more heat you bring on them,

it's gonna make it harder for us to do

what we need to do and shit, you feel me?

♪ Hey, you can't stop The rain ♪

♪ You can't stop the rain ♪

♪ When it starts to pour ♪

♪ You can't stop the rain ♪

This crazy motherfucker.

♪ You can't stop The rain, no, no ♪

Fuck!

♪ When it starts to pour ♪

Fuck this, motherfucker-

Oh-

♪ You can't stop the rain ♪

♪ Can't stop the rain ♪

♪ You can't stop the rain ♪

♪ There's no one else To blame ♪

♪ You can't lock that door ♪

♪ Hang on now No, no ♪

♪ You can't stop the rain ♪

♪ You can't stop the rain ♪

♪ You can't stop the rain ♪

♪ When it starts to fall ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ There's no one else To blame ♪

♪ There's no one else To blame ♪

♪ No one else to blame ♪

♪ Yeah, you can't stop The rain ♪

♪ You can't stop the rain ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

Ooh. Oh, my goodness. Do you smell that?

Yeah, when's the last time you been in the crib?

This is what happen when you eat shellfish

and don't come home for a few days.

I got it. Give me a second.

Ooh.

You good?

Oh, uh, yeah.

You got postcards of the Renaissance Center?

Hell yeah. It's a symbol of Detroit.

You ever been? - Hell no.

What? Let's go. Let's go one day.

Let's meet there tonight.

We can get dinner. Yeah? Come on. You gonna love it.

I promise. Give me a sec. I'll be right out.

Oh, yeah? - Okay. Okay.

Y'all think you gonna teach us new tricks?

Naw, I'm trying to take

some of the old dogs' cheese, man.

Oh! - Okay, then!

Throw them bones, man. - Hey, baby. What you got?

Ah. - Uh-huh. Damn, Meech.

Those 50 Boyz fingers ain't wise enough yet, Jack.

You guys, come on. It's a grown man table.

Hey, I got five you don't.

What, 500?

We bet thousands out here, homie.

Oh, I know; I'm just trying to make sure you do

if I take your motherfucking cheese.

Is that right? - Oh!

Money? - Oh, what you bring?

Y'all work to the spot and shit?

What the fuck have they got going on right here?

Yeah. Yeah. Bet it. Run that.

Whassup?

I know y'all OGs ain't chickening out on me now.

Not at all. Hell naw. You got the dice?

Hey, look. I ain't never- - Enough of that.

I hope you know what you doin.

Thought y'all was having this shit.

Bet it all, then, brother.

I ain't say nothing.

Hey, hey, watch his face when he ace.

Southwest all day, baby!

Oh, oh. - Yeah.

Wait, wait, he gotta run that back.

Don't get excited yet. - Come on, man.

No, you're too hype. Double up. Come on.

Do it twice or you ain't nice.

Come on, man. Nothin'.

Let's go. Let's go.

Let's go.

Mmm! - God...

Give me all that shit.

Give me all this motherfuckin' money, man.

I want all that shit, nigga. - That's it for me.

It's gonna be a party

somewhere tonight though, right?

For sure it is. - Ha ha, yo, dawg. I see you.

You know that.

♪ Step, step Step to the beat ♪

You know I still ain't change my mind yet, right?

Sure, that's cool.

But you bet against me, and I won.

♪ Better back it up and pop a big... ♪

So I'ma get a lot of business in here.

I'ma keep on winning too.

Shit, ain't a lot of business up in here.

Look...

I know you one of the gateways to Detroit.

That's where I'm headed... and then some.

You think you gonna take over the world?

I'm just focused on the D first,

but hell yeah.

A'ight. Let's make this money.

Let's get it.

How long you been selling drugs

with your brother?

She ain't asking me.

I ain't never sold a drug in my life.

Ever since Meech started. - Why, Terry?

Why would you do that?

I...

I don't know.

I guess I got-I got tired of how we were living.

Your mother and I busted our butt

to give you everything you needed.

And I'm not knocking that, Pops,

but there's a difference between Toughskins and Levi's.

A difference between French dressin'

or mayo mixed with ketchup dressin'.

Y'all work four jobs, and we still can't afford

to pay a mortgage on a house that, Pops, you built by hand?

Poverty is not a scapegoat for immorality.

Mama, people are gonna get high regardless.

If somebody's gonna get paid,

it might as well be me and Meech.

That's the most ignorant thing

I've ever heard come out of your mouth.

How's looking out for my own family,

as opposed to some random user I don't know, ignorant?

The money me and Meech make is enough to cover

three mortgages, two luxury cars,

and however many field trips Nicky want to go on.

The choices we make in this life

will affect us in the next.

Selling drugs is one thing, but that ain't all y'all doing,

or else we wouldn't be in danger.

Y'all murder somebody?

Naw. We ain't kill nobody.

The path you on right now

got us worried about your soul.

And we can't protect you from that.

♪ Days are getting longer ♪

♪ And I can't go on ♪

Tear that ass up. - You better.

♪ Those things That I can't change ♪

♪ I can't take it no more ♪

Take this shit off.

Oh, right there.

Yeah. Yeah.

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Look, when I found out

some of y'all was cutting corners,

I ain't gonna lie, I took it personal.

I did.

But, you know, just like any other business,

if you ain't growin', you losing.

And I hate losin' more than anything,

so for that reason in particular,

I'm loosening the reins.

50 Boyz are no more.

Yeah. Right. So what y'all do with the work?

That's on you.

As long as y'all come back with our loot,

I don't give a fuck what you do.

Well, shit, if we ain't called the 50 Boyz no more,

what we gonna call ourself?

The hell I'm 'posed to do with this?

Hey, at least the popo can't scope us no more.

Hey, hey, what if we call ourselves

the Detroit Go-Getters?

Oh, that's- that's wack as fuck, nigga.

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.

What about the Southwest Playas?

Nigga, that shit sound like the name

of a senior citizen club.

Hell nah. - A'ight, I'm done.

How about The Family?

A'ight. - That's-that works.

It's not terrible.

Hey, look, we might as well jam out.

Sockie, come on, get us right.

That's what I'm talking about. - Yeah.

Play the tunes, Sockie. - You know it.

That's what I'm talking about. - Hey, let's do it right.

Hey, hey.

Yo, I'm sick and tired of being left in the dark, a'ight?

You and Tee copped this record store,

and I ain't know shit about it.

You was MIA, a'ight?

We had to get a spot to post up in, so we got this.

I feel like I'm being punished for checking in for my moms.

Y'all fronting me bricks like I'm a damn corner boy and shit?

Fuck up with that?

We've been over this, dog.

All right, nigga, you my nigga for life.

You been with us since day one, but the structure of our crew

is the structure of our crew, a'ight?

Now, look at it this way. With the price we giving you?

Nigga, you can make your own money on the side.

Do your own thing.

Make more money and better moves.

Think about that.

No doubt. Real spit.

♪ Your love ♪

♪ Take your time ♪

♪ You know you can't Just rush to feel... ♪

I thought we agreed to give B a key.

He ain't tell you I gave it to him?

Nigga, you sold it to him. - At a huge-ass discount.

Man, look, giving B a key would have made him

feel like he's equal, and he ain't, Meech.

He's just not.

And besides, I think he's fucking Kato.

Yeah. Exactly.

Why the fuck did you stand me up?

Huh? A'ight.

You got nothing to say. You know what? Fuck it.

I'ma let Meech and Terry know

what the fuck we've been doin'.

-Turn this shit off.

You getting cold feet or something?

No, I just figured you want more time

to spend with the other nigga you been fucking.

What the hell are you talking about?

Look, I wasn't snooping,

'cause I know we ain't exclusive, but...

if you just trying to get your freak on, cool.

But I was kind of digging you.

And I thought you felt the same.

B, that ain't even what you think it is.

Then what the fuck is it?

My ex keeps hitting me about drug money.

It got pretty heated.

He hasn't hurt you, has he?

He gets froggy, but never leaps.

And that's why you've been staying with me?

To hide from his ass?

I didn't want to get you involved.

A'ight.

Well, look, as long as you with me,

you ain't got shit to worry about.

I got you.

We both need someone to trust in this game.

Yeah. I know that's right.

I can trust you, right?

Hell yeah.

'Cause Meech really made me realize something tonight.

I don't know how much longer I wanna work with him and Tee.

Just like I'm tired of being a damn third wheel.

Then don't.

I'm with you, 100%.

Hmm. 100%?

♪ Your shadow sways ♪

♪ The moon can see ♪

♪ The moves we make ♪

♪ My body dies ♪

♪ My soul revived ♪

♪ You pull me in ♪

♪ And I abide ♪

♪ ♪

A'ight, you probably did well 'cause she likes you, but-

Whatever. - She does.

Anyways, I'm gonna hear it from my mom.

It'll be okay.

Come here.

What? My breath stink or something?

No. It's not you. It's him.

Is he gonna tell your brother?

I don't know, but I'm tired of being followed.

Let's lose him at the arcade.

Did we lose him? - I think so.

That was so fun.

You want to try that kiss again?

That was my first one. - Really?

Well, second if you count the other one.

Hope you like 'em both.

Hey, um, something's happened to your brother, so...

Well, what happened? - You need to come with me.

Come on. - No. You that guy from

from the mall. - Come on. Let's go.

No! No! - Come here.

Hey, hey. Let her go. - Help!

Help, help, help-please!

Help!

Help! Help! Help! Help! Help!

Please help!

I'm sorry, little man. I gotta cut your water off.

Hey, what the hell's going on out there?

Hey, man!

Wait, wait, wait. Darius.

Darius, open your eyes. Darius, please wake up.

Somebody call the police! - Help! Help! Help me!

Call an ambulance. - No, please open your eyes!

Open-open your eyes, please! Please help.

Call an ambulance!

Why you all just standing around?

We spend so much time

trying to prepare for graduation

that oftentimes,

we aren't prepared for what comes next.

♪ Can't stop the rain ♪