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Hey, let her go! Help, help!

He just walked up and started stabbing Darius,

and I don't got no idea why.

It's a crime to lie to a police officer.

These the biggest earners in my stable.

Nice to meet y'all, man.

Ruffle his feathers...

nothing else.

Damn, I guess Christmas came early.

Autopsy report confirms

Jay Mo died of a single gunshot to the head.

This here? Also done.

There was a nurse present at Terry's second surgery.

I have reason to believe the surgeon made a mistake.

We might have to adjust our re-up schedule.

I'm not giving you an extension.

Look, this chick's special, a'ight?

Dead that shit right here, right now.

You kill Meech.

- Talk! - I been workin' for Lamar.

I want you to get out the game.

It's time to choose, Tee.

I said officer down!

Detective Lopez sustained

a massive brain hemorrhage from head trauma.

I'm sorry. He didn't make it.

Ain't nothing like

when the weather first breaks in the D.

Everybody be out kickin' it, doing their thing

without a care in the world.

Michigan weather, like life, is unpredictable.

Wait five minutes and the temperature will change.

But the one thing that should never change is loyalty.

What happen to you? - I'll be fine whenever

you do what the fuck I said.

Security on Meech is gonna be light tomorrow

when he meets his new plug

at the repair shop on High Street.

Man, you think I'm fucking stupid?

Ain't no way that bitch-ass nigga

gonna be coppin' shit without no shooters.

Man, I saw his brother.

Meech ain't trusting nobody these days,

especially not around no plug.

How the fuck you know that?

'Cause I'm fucking his boy. Come on, now.

It's easier to kill a bee with honey than vinegar

when you got that good-good.

Man, this better not be no okie-doke.

I'ma scope the security inside

to make it easier for you to take his ass out,

unless you worried about doing it in your condition.

Just keep me posted.

Fuck. Fuck!

It's the police!

Keep your hands on the steering wheel

and don't fucking move.

Young man,

I need you to step out the vehicle slowly, okay?

What's the problem, Officer?

- I wasn't speeding. - It doesn't matter.

Keep your fuckin' hands where we can see 'em, okay?

When I open the door, step out of the vehicle.

Come on.

This some bullshit.

I'm so tired of Ms. Khem's ass

giving us all this fucking homework.

Bro, who you telling?

Oh, shit, check it out.

Yo, they killing it.

Oh, damn.

Okay.

Hey, check out the moves...

Terry Flenory, you need to come with us.

Yo, what the hell is this about?

- Just go with them, Terry. Hey, yo, what the--

yo, I ain't even do shit.

Everyone, back to class. Back to class.

Man, quit playin' and go get me another piece of chicken.

You know my mama don't like nobody

pickin' in her food when she cooking.

You know she ain't gon' say nothing

if you tell her it's for me.

You know Josie loves me.

I'm glad you think somebody in this house do.

Your mama love me, your daddy...

- Mm-hmm. - Everybody.

What's goin on, Meech?

Man, what the fuck y'all doing, man?

You're under arrest, motherfucker!

Hey, get your hands off of him! What the hell?

That's some bullshit. - What the fuck is goin' on?

Get the fuck off me, man.

Man, get off of him! This some bullshit.

I'm reporting this.

What the fuck is this about, Bryant?

Consequences, motherfucker.

Get his ass outta here.

Let's go. - What?

Man, you got me fucked up, nigga.

Really? At my mama house?

Get your ass in the house. Now.

I've learned a lot of things

in my life,

but the biggest lesson is

loyalty ain't a choice.

It's a lifestyle.

And that shit don't come cheap.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ The 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

We gotta be in here because of that fuckin' cop

- Kato dropped. Where the fuck

- she's at anyway? Hell if I know.

-Maybe she ran. - Kato didn't run.

Of course Wet Dick Willie over here

is gonna say some dumb shit like that.

Nigga, I ought to fuck you up

for saying some slick shit like that.

Both of y'all shut the fuck up.

And chill out, man. God damn.

All I'm saying is, every time

somethin' fucked up goes down,

this bitch Kato just happens to be around.

Yeah, I get that.

But if she wasn't here yesterday, nigga,

I would have been done.

Look, what the fuck do we really know

about this bitch anyway?

Shit. We know she ain't run.

But we still need to figure out how to get outta this shit.

When the hook rolled,

we dumped all our shit on the ground

so it was just laying on the Rec Center

for anybody to take.

You know what?

I ain't been given my phone call yet.

♪ Nobody's gonna take My sign, yo ♪

♪ Nobody's gonna change My mind, yo ♪

♪ Nobody's gonna take My neck ♪

♪ 'Cause you know what time it is ho ♪

♪ Nobody's gonna take My sign, yo ♪

♪ Nobody's gonna change My mind, yo ♪

♪ Nobody's gonna take My neck ♪

♪ 'Cause you know What time it is ♪

♪ I'm your hopes and dreams Your crease in your seams ♪

♪ I hold it together In the highest esteem ♪

♪ 'Cause I reign supreme... ♪

♪ Had it figured out Ever since I was a teen ♪

♪ You just don't like How the ladies react ♪

♪ In fact, when you see How they move ♪

♪ You take it back ♪

♪ They schemin' and grindin' They just dancing ♪

♪ And in your head, yo...♪

Sucka-ass cops.

♪ Real Gs move Like the wind ♪

♪ You can change The whole mood ♪

♪ By the record you spin ♪

Damn, baby.

Why you ain't come arrest me?

You know I woulda came with you.

Is that right?

One of my officers got killed chasing someone in your crew.

I'm sorry. I don't know what you talkin' 'bout though.

Now I see where your little sister

gets her bullshit from.

Yeah, Nicole sat in that very seat

and lied to my face about who killed Darius Grills.

His murder led to the crackdown which got my officer whacked.

But despite all of the shit you got away with,

baby sis is wrapped up in the murder of a cop.

You might need a step stool, hard as you reachin'.

Let's try this.

If I don't get a name,

I'll throw Nicole back in the hot seat.

Maybe lock her up as a material witness

and press charges against your mom.

How long you think it'll be

before either of their asses crack like an egg?

Take care, Meech. I'll see you soon.

Oh, yeah? When is that?

Oh, real soon.

My people found the nurse we were talking about,

and she gave her deposition.

Nurse Alicia Green smelled alcohol on the surgeon's breath

during Terry's second surgery.

I went to the hospital and threatened to go public...

And they offered another settlement?

Mm-hmm.

$230,000?

After fees,

you'll be in the neighborhood of $150,000.

Oh, my goodness. Oh, my goodness, Charles.

This is as good as an offer

we'll get without going to trial.

And in this case, I don't wanna chance that.

So would you like to accept the settlement?

Yes.

Yes, we would. Of course we would.

Great. I'll just need the two of you

and Terry to sign these papers,

and we'll move this process along.

I-I'd just like to apologize

and, um, say thank you.

You're very welcome.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,

one-time had us on some bullshit!

They know. They know it.

That's why they had to let our asses go.

And we stepping out this bitch on some straight up

mafioso-type shit. You feel me?

Why are we letting 'em go?

Because we didn't bust any of them with drugs

and got nothing for the DA

to make a case on Lopez's murder.

Then why did we pull them off the street?

Because one of our own was killed.

Like watching a shitty-ass toilet overflow.

Thanks for the visual.

I don't want any of these assholes

moving so much as a nickel bag

without us raining down on them.

That entire area stays on lockdown

until one of them comes forward.

Dublin, Hall, I want you on the Rec Center.

You got it.

Okay. So what am I doing?

I'm still not sure what side of the field you're playing.

So until further notice, you're on desk duty.

I need you to come with me.

So what you tell the po-po?

Shit.

Told 'em I didn't know what the hell

they was talking about.

But I'ma be real.

It was hard as hell lookin' at them photos of that cop.

I still can't believe he's dead.

Shit, don't trip. You did the right thing.

Thanks.

Thanks for saying that.

Hey, how you get wrapped up in this life anyway?

Man, me and my moms used to get into it

all the damn time

to where I ended up moving from Tennessee

to stay with my pops when I was 12 years old.

He used to hustle everything.

I'm talking 'bout scripps and auto parts.

So I used to just chill

with him and his boys in the basement,

soaking up knowledge and shit.

You know, my best friend Roly and I,

we used to drive all the way to the Eastside

and go check out Maserati Rick and his crew at the carwash

- to peep game. - Damn, my pops and them

used to always talk about that spot.

Shit, we used to be over there all the time.

Shit, I probably knew your pops.

What's his name?

Cliff. Clifford Forday.

But everybody used to call him C-Luv.

That's what's up.

Who he used to run with, the Delray Boyz?

Nah, it was the BKs, I think. Somethin' like that.

Now that's a blast from the past.

It should be.

Shit, a gang of Black dudes calling themselves

the Black Killers?

- What?

Man.

You a good soldier, Kato.

You work hard

and you got a good head on your shoulders.

Thanks.

That means a lot coming from you.

What up, doe?

Shit, I'm on my way.

Just got a hit on Lamar.

He holed up in a spot on Joy Road.

I would say that this is hurting me

more than it's hurting you, but... I'd be lying.

Okay. Almost there.

- Almost there.

Almost there. Almost there.

Fuck! Ow! Just hurry the fuck up.

So what, you want me to hurry up

and do a fucked up job?

Or do you want me to take my time and get it right?

Relax. It's almost done.

See? Hard part is over.

That wasn't bad.

Dawg, ain't you supposed to cover these people

with sheets or something?

Man, that's gonna block my eye candy.

You see the titties on that bitch?

God damn, that's my baby right there.

You fuckin' sick in the head.

You ain't got no pain meds or something?

Pain med--

Do--do it look like anybody here'd need pain--

Raise your hand if you need pain medicine.

Raise your--

raise your hand if you need pain medicine.

Looks good, though.

All right, now get the fuck out of here.

Oh, yeah, and one more thing.

Get his ass a lollipop.

- Hell nah. - Man, get out of here.

Hey, yo, bro, we was rollin' over to Rouge

and we saw the Thunderbird Lamar been whipping around in.

What happened to his other car?

Look like he ditched that shit with the devil

fucking an angel ornament.

He in there, 'cause there's blood

all in this muh'fucker, man.

Shit, let's go get this motherfucker then.

No, let's get this nigga.

Music in Detroit was different.

And I ain't just talkin' about Motown and Eminem.

DJs like the Wizard and Mojo were always putting us up

on new, eclectic shit to ride on...

like this.

♪ Turn your watch ♪

♪ Turn your watch back ♪

♪ About a hundred Thousand years ♪

Ow, think I need to get comfy before we get it in.

Let me--ooh, that is a motherfucking areola!

Now, what the fuck type of freaky-ass shit is this?

Yo, this is a motherfuckin' mortuary, nigga,

so have some fucking respect.

Nigga, you sick motherfucker, talking about respecting--

you fuckin' dead bodies in here!

- Wha-- - We looking for Lamar.

Well, this is Coco. This is Tanya.

I'm Alvin, and I don't know who Lamar is.

Check every casket and room in this toe-tag bash

till we find his ass.

If that nigga in here,

you gonna be laying right next to that dead-ass bitch.

♪ They laid down the law ♪

♪ In Mesopotamia ♪

- Hey, baby. - Hey.

You dropped somethin'.

What's this?

Pastor Swift suggests I think about starting a car service.

Now you taking advice from him?

You know I've been talkin' about this for a minute now.

Babe, this money is Terry's. It's not ours.

And that's if he decides to accept the settlement.

He don't deserve it.

After what him and his brother put us through?

Baby, what's for us will be for us.

And whatever Terry decides to do with that money,

that's on him.

We gon' be fine.

And that right there is dominos, bro!

Hey, yo, yo, yo, hold up, hold up.

I been thinking 'bout names for the crew.

What y'all think about the Mafia Family?

Ooh, shit. That's fresh. Y'know, that's how we roll.

Right. - Tight like a family.

Except we ain't Italian though.

- We Black, motherfuckers.

So?

Ain't no Black Italians around this motherfucker nowhere?

- Dawg, stop while you ahead. A'ight.

Both y'all. 15.

I know your fat ass ain't talkin',

wearin' that baby powder and shit.

What took y'all so long?

Somebody called with a bead on Lamar.

But he was on some Casper shit for real.

Man, fuck Lamar.

We need to concentrate on moving these damn bags.

Yo, Capone and Gotti, come help me count this.

You ain't my damn boss.

Man, it's all good.

You know, time's running out.

We got two days to re-up, nigga.

Shit, we might just have to bounce.

How the Eastside looking?

Gravy, if we find a spot.

But there is a local crew that roams the area.

It's better to deal with them than one-time, nigga.

Yeah, but they probably not finna to just roll over

without no funk shit.

Yeah, well, that's what I'm counting on.

Terry, here's your settlement check.

The money will be held in a trust for Terry

until he turns 18.

He can't spend it before then.

I'm--I'm sorry.

I just wanna make sure I'm hearing this correctly.

You're saying that nobody in the family

has access to the money?

Parents can invest the money

with permission from the surrogate's court.

Wait, wait, wait, hold up.

So a doctor messes up my sight,

and the money that I was awarded,

I can't do anything with

without the permission of a judge or my parents?

Like, how the hell is that fair?

It's not.

It's a mess the man is trying to pull to keep us in the dark.

If y'all wanna spend money, come to an agreement.

I can help you get permission from the judge.

This some bullshit.

Charles...

Mrs. Flenory, this is actually a nice settlement

your family can use for years to come.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Yo, what's up, Detroit?

This is your main man DJ Big 10

turning up your afternoon drive on WJLB.

I hope everybody out there is enjoying this weather

-on this beautiful... - You supposed

to buy something first.

I'm tryin' to buy $50 worth of crack.

Nigga, not from us.

Gotta buy some shit 'fore we serve you.

Come on. You know that.

You said there was a local crew out here.

You know who supplies 'em?

No.

Neither do I.

But we damn sure about to find out.

♪ If you came to party, If you came to play ♪

♪ Watch me rock the mic Every single day ♪

♪ If you came to party, If you came to play ♪

♪ Watch me sock the mic In every single way ♪

Showtime.

♪ G-g-get down ♪

♪ Get-get-get down ♪

♪ ♪

Y'all two ugly motherfuckers must not be from 'round here,

so I'ma only say this once.

Y'all get the fuck out my hood.

- See, we got a simple nigga.

Hey, look, we don't take orders, nigga.

We give 'em.

You heard this box-fade-wearin' motherfucker, man?

Sound like somebody else disagrees.

Yo, yo, what the fuck is going on, man?

You must not know who you fuckin' with.

And I don't give a fuck.

A'ight, everybody calm they happy asses down.

My man, let me holla at you real quick.

Boy, if you don't get the fuck out my face, man...

Why don't you take me to your boss?

Shit, you're looking at him,

you Billy Dee-lookin' motherfucker.

Shit, I doubt that.

It's clear you carrying weight,

so if you the boss, you ain't that damn smart.

Smart enough.

Yo. Ain't no disrespect.

I'm just statin' facts.

Now, what would your real boss say

if he found out that I tried to offer him

a better price and purer weight,

but you fucked it up?

Where would that put your ass at, huh?

- Yes, sir! - Oh!

Y'all know each other?

Yeah, I know 'em.

Man, fuck them light-skin niggas.

Man, shut up, Saint. Meech!

Terry, baby. What's up? What's going on?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I want you to meet Tracy.

Y'all gettin' in on the action?

Well, damn, give me a minute.

Let me check the lay of the land first.

Hey, man, you talking all this shit.

Man, pick up them dice. Roll them dice, bro.

For what nigga?

I'm gon' keep cracking your head

like I been doing all night.

Let's do this, all right? 20.

No, matter of fact, make it 40 on 6-8.

Ooh. - You got that?

Double up.

- Damn. - Oh, shit.

I ain't gonna be stupid like y'all.

Come on, Ponytail. I got a 5.

You can bet that shit.

Ooh, crazy no more.

See y'all niggas getting a little money.

God damn! See, that's why--

- Yeah. - It's your fault!

Yeah, baby.

That what I'm talking 'bout. That what I'm talking 'bout.

Yeah, man. Yeah, yeah.

- You know what I'm saying?

Hey Meech, let me rap at you.

Man, I hate sitting down

and chopping it up after a loss.

Wins and losses are part of this.

You gon' get both if you keep fucking around in this game.

You know, me and Tee walked away from Pat

'cause we was tired of losing.

Yeah.

Yeah, I heard about that.

So is that why you been roaming around town

fuckin' up my business?

Look, we actually trying to do the opposite, nigga.

What's that?

We trying to bring you more business.

Nigga, do I look like I need some more business?

Come on, man.

I like the fact that you even had the audacity

to try to even make this play.

Shit, that's the only way you get ahead.

And trust me when I tell you, me and Tee,

we gon' do exactly what we tell you we gon' do.

Yeah, I know.

I can see it in your eyes.

Stay the fuck out my lane.

Hey, Boom, you ever heard of an old head named C-Luv?

Used to roll with the BKs?

Oh, yeah. That crazy motherfucker?

But yeah, that nigga wasn't no BK.

He was with the Delray Boyz.

Lamar Silas used to roll with them too?

Hell yeah. Both they crazy asses.

Cool.

Hey, remember what I said, Meech.

I'm tired as hell.

Yeah, Meech got us all grindin' like crazy.

You think he's onto us?

Nah, I woulda heard about that.

I was nervous as hell when he said, "Come with me."

I thought you sold me out.

Hmm. Is that right?

Wha--I mean, y'all go way back.

I don't know.

Look, Meech is like fam, a'ight?

But he can't make me feel like you do.

What are we gonna do about Lamar?

We missed our shot yesterday, and it's not like

I'm tryin' to call this nigga again and set up another meet.

Let's use the one you still got.

I mean, you told him Meech is meeting up

with a plug tonight, right?

Yeah, but I made that shit up on the fly.

Lamar don't know that.

So--so we just play like we still on?

Hell yeah.

Then I'll show up to the meeting

instead of Meech.

Kill his ass. Simple.

Mm.

Mmm.

You...

are a very...

smart boy.

Mm.

I got it all worked out. Trust.

Uh, uh.

But don't miss or get picked up by the cops again,

all right, 'cause he'll kill my ass.

Tell that motherfucker to meet you at Visger Bar

for a celebratory drink after he kills Meech.

That way, if anything goes down, Lamar'll show up.

But you already got the drop on him.

Look, don't trip, a'ight?

I'll page your ass as soon as I kill

that crazy-ass motherfucker.

Yeah?

♪ It's a masquerade ♪

♪ ♪

♪ It's a masquerade ♪

I wanna show y'all something.

Jay Freedman lives here. He owns a car service.

Sometimes I drive for him on the weekend.

Charles, we talked about this.

We talked about us using the settlement money.

This would be for Terry.

Now why doesn't this man have his own office?

Jay's wife got sick last year,

so he began working from home.

Now he's selling this business so he can devote all his time

to taking care of her, and business ain't bad.

He makes about $85 a day after paying for the driver and gas.

Oh, wow.

That's, like--that's 600 a week with just four cars.

That man's clearing - close to 125 - K annually.

People gon' always need a ride, son.

That's what makes this a solid business investment.

So you're trying to bring me in on this?

Like I said, the goal is to give this to you.

I could drive until you get the proper license,

and your mom could quit working at the restaurant and help out.

You'd be in the black after a year.

If we could get another car,

this place would practically pay for itself.

Terry, this could be your way out

for you and your family.

This could be a win-win for us all.

Black folks rarely have businesses

to pass down to they kids.

I know I ain't got nothing for y'all.

This would be an opportunity for you

to do that for Terry Jr.

Yeah, I hear you, Pops, I do,

but I just--I need time to think about all this.

All right. All right.

♪ It's the 40-deuce though ♪

♪ You're in love With the streets ♪

♪ But the streets don't Love you back ♪

Duke. Hey, Duke. What's cracking?

What up, doe? I just fixed your speaker.

And put in that stash spot you asked about.

Oh, yeah?

- Hop in. Lemme show you. - A'ight.

Yo.

Yo. What up, doe?

Nigga, Duke just gamed me on some next-level stash.

Oh, Duke did what Duke does, huh?

- Hell yeah. - That's what's up.

Broke up 'ol girl or something?

Hell yeah, I been did that shit.

Oh, yeah?

- That's what's up. - Yeah.

Hey, you consider her loyal?

Yeah, she straight.

So you trust her with your life?

How 'bout mine? Or Terry's?

- Yeah. - My bad, dawg.

This whole Lamar shit has got me on one right now.

I'm re-evaluating everything.

But loyalty can never be taken for granted.

I already know.

I appreciate you, dawg, for real.

I appreciate you.

Everything you've been doin' with us, man.

If I could get these fools to be as half as loyal as you,

yo, we'd already be running this fucking city.

Look, I need to tell you something.

Kato's been working with Lamar.

I already knew.

I had to check the loyalty around me and my brother.

What?

What the hell you was gon' do if I ain't told you?

Look, she came to me

because she don't wanna fuck with Lamar no more.

But Kato wasn't going down like that,

so we came up with a plan to pop Lamar's ass

at the repair shop on High Street.

That crunchy-ass Black motherfucker is crazy,

but he ain't no goddamn fool.

He woulda have seen that shit a mile away.

Unless we want him to.

So what'd you find out about ol' girl?

She straight.

What about your boy Lamar?

Still got a bounty on his head.

I heard you got that settlement, Terry Flenory.

Did Mom and Pops try to convince you

to put that shit to college or some shit?

Nah, not at all.

Yeah, right, nigga.

So look, what you think about BMF?

The hell that stands for?

Big Meech Flenory, nigga?

Hell nah, nigga.

You think I'm conceited or something?

Don't answer that.

BMF stands for Black Mafia Family, fool.

And it represents everything we about, Tee.

Shit, we Black,

our crew is structured like the mafia,

and we all a family.

A'ight. Yeah, I mean, it's a'ight.

Nah, that shit is dope as fuck.

- I ain't gonna lie. - Yeah, you know it.

That shit is dope.

Hey, yo, we killed it running out of the store.

Yeah, and I made a little deal with Saint

promising five keys of his own to smooth shit out.

Nigga, that's all our shit.

I know, Tee.

Shit, we could always cop more.

Look, if you don't wanna do it,

take me to Big L, and I'ma do it myself.

No. No. Ain't shit happening.

You see, that's the difference between us.

You always asking for permission

instead of just taking what's rightfully yours.

Niggas would still be slaves or riding

in the back of the bus fucking with a nigga like you.

If we piss this lady off...

We not, a'ight? Just bring me with you.

I promise I'm gonna get us double the work we had.

God damn. All right. Fine.

Man, this bitch done set me up.

You tried to play me. Get your motherfucking ass up.

C'mon. Let's go.

- Get your fucking hands off me. - Cause a scene if you want.

I will smoke you and everybody else in this bitch.

Lamar, let me explain.

You tried to lure me there so your boyfriend

could pop my ass, huh?

No. No, Lamar--

You think I'm fucking stupid?

I know you are, Black motherfucker.

You think we actually give a fuck

about a rat bitch workin' for you?

I'm sorry, Kay.

Man, ain't this a bitch? Nigga used you to get to me.

Look at me, motherfucker.

Did you shoot my fucking brother?

Don't even matter, nigga. You already dead.

I'ma watch your ass suffer.

I love you.

I love you too, boo.

Yo, B. B, we gotta go. Now!

I fucked up, Meech.

I can't believe I killed my baby.

She would've broke your heart sooner or later.

Sometimes it's better to just rip the Band-Aid off

and deal with the pain.

That's coming from a motherfucker

who don't love nobody but his goddamn self.

Kato was the first girl I loved.

And I burnt that shit for your ass.

B, we family.

And family do whatever they gotta do

to protect one another.

Man, fuck you.

Mama, how you doing?

Brian, I don't want you driving like this.

Now, you go lay on that couch, you hear me?

A'ight, that's what I'll do.

Sorry for being here.

His girlfriend just broke up with him.

That's why you turned my house into a den of iniquity?

I was just passing through.

I notice your guards

aren't in front of the house anymore.

Y'all don't have nothing else to worry about.

What have you done, Demetrius?

Protected our family.

Mama, this ain't your fault.

That don't make me feel no better.

I don't know who the hell you are anymore.

I'm still your first born.

I promise.

Yes, you are.

But you broke that seal a long time ago.

What the fuck is this place?

This is where Big L keep all her shit.

Check this out.

Yo, Mee--Meech, c'mon. Stop being like a little kid

in a candy store. Put that shit down.

Nigga, I can't help it, all right?

I'm geek. Fuck.

You don't even know what happened last night.

Last night?

Hell no. God damn!

That piece is from Japan's Shigaraki Kilns

during the 19th century Meiji period.

And it costs $250,000.

So unless you plan on buying it,

I suggest you take your hands off my merchandise

and get the hell out of my gallery.

I don't do business with you, Meech.

Not directly, but my hands have been

on every fucking dollar in that bag

that my brother's about to give to you,

so I think that I'm connected enough

to tell you that our business is expanding.

But we need more product. Ten keys should suffice.

And we'd love to continue expanding

our business together.

Get the fuck outta here

before I splatter your motherfucking ass

and make a new art piece out of your blood.

Cool. I get the picture.

If you ever disrespect me like that again,

your brother's blood won't be the only one getting shed.

Everything Meech said was the truth.

I don't give a fuck.

Ten keys is a big ask for a man

who was just asking for an extension the last time we met.

Yeah, well, we the top dogs of Southwest,

and now we branching off to the North end

and the Eastside.

Terry, are you sure this is what you wanna do?

Hell yeah.

Good.

That's exactly what I needed to hear.

Carl will get you started.

Thanks.

There's no limit to where this partnership can go,

provided you continue to value the terms of our agreement.

Damn, girl. You clean up well.

Nice teamwork.

All day, but that shit ain't gon' last.

Please help me take down Lamar. Baby, we can do this together.

B, just you and me.

Fuck. Shit.

Can you get out the car, please?

What's the problem, Officer?

I said get out the fuckin' car.

Now, close the door, nigga.

Get used to this position.

Come on.

Ooh, shit!

God damn, she actually gave it to us?

Now, look, gather the whole crew, nigga.

We 'bout to go celebrate. This is epic.

You just say this is epic?

Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Meech.

We still got this whole Lamar shit hanging over our heads.

He ain't seeing no more birthdays thanks to me.

Are you happy about that, Meech?

Hell fuck, yeah. I'm happy about that shit.

And you should be trying to party and celebrate with me

instead of trying to play

Darnell the fucking Downer, nigga.

We done got everything we coulda ever asked for.

Lamar's dead as fuck. Nigga, we just got ten keys.

We're on our way to becoming

the kings of the motherfucking D.

Hey, look, I'm out.

You ain't about the rain on my parade.

What do you want to talk to us about, son.

So I've been--I've been thinking a lot about...

what you guys been saying about everything that's been going on

and--yo, where you going?

Terry Jr. and I are gonna go live

with my cousin in Pennsylvania for a few months.

A few months?

What the hell you talking about?

I gave you the opportunity to make a choice,

but I didn't think it'd take this long.

I didn't wanna rush my decision, Wanda,

so I took my damn time.

Well, this is my answer, Terry.

Now I need to take some time to think

and figure out what I wanna do, okay?

- No, no, no. Terry.

No, you ain't taking my son.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey now.

You can't keep her against her will.

Fuck that.

She can't take my son away from me either, pops.

Hey, hey.

Come on, Lawanda. I'll walk you out.

Fuck.

Don't worry.

It's all gonna work out, okay?

Ma, this is some bullshit.

Who you think this is?

Meech or Terry?

Got 100 says Meech.

It's Ronald motherfucking Reagan, nigga.

Now can I fucking leave?

No, not until I get some answers.

Look, we been through this, a'ight?

So what, some fool saw my car

leaving Visger Bar and Grill last night?

That don't mean I had anything to do

with Lamar getting capped.

Pulled that from your car

in that bogus stash spot.

See, it don't matter that we can't pin you

to Lamar Silas' murder.

Our ballistics connected your gun

to the murders of Catherine Eda

and James Williams.

Never heard of 'em.

Jay-Mo.

Yeah, see, a funny, thin nigga like you,

oh, you gonna be a hit in prison.

Or that gun could get misplaced on its way back evidence.

What type of game you trying to run here?

Ain't no game. Man, I don't give a fuck about you.

I want Meech.

Help me get him, or I'ma make sure

that you eat both these charges.

Tick tock, nigga.

Tick tock.

God damn, nigga, you hurting?

You eating street meat instead of a Coney?

Yeah, I just left my lawyer's.

I was thirsty, so I grabbed a pop.

Where the fuck is everybody at?

I canceled the meeting.

A'ight, check this shit out. Look at this shit, nigga.

- Damn.

BMF.

Yo, you really on your way

to becoming the King of Detroit, Meech.

Man, fuck the D, nigga. We takin' over the nation.

And then the whole fucking world.

- Shit. - Yeah.

Yo, Meech.

What's up?

What?

I'm out.

I'm gonna use my settlement money

to invest in a family business.

Me and Pops are starting a car service.

Nigga, what?

Why would you leave something you good at

to do some shit you ain't never done in your life?

Ha.

All right, fuck it, man.

Guess this car shit is the move then.

Duke just put a stash spot in my whip, so shit.

I could have him lace all the cars

- in your business to move shit. - I'm not doing that.

I'm not doing any of this shit anymore.

Yo, Lawanda's pressuring you, bro?

This had nothin' to do with her.

Nor you, for the matter.

This is about me

and what the fuck I want out of my life.

After everything we've been through to get here,

you're doing this now?

Just tell me why.

I wanna use this settlement

to build a legacy for our family.

And what your dumb ass think we been doing?

Meech, I'm not gettin' shot at or locked up anymore.

I'm not.

You my baby brother.

I know you better than anybody else

in this fucking world, man.

This car shit ain't gonna hold you over, nigga.

We hustlers.

And you love this money as much as I do.

It's in our fuckin' blood.

And we damn sure the shit at it,

especially when we together.

Can't nobody fuck with us.

I'm sorry, bro. I'm out.

How are you gon' bounce on me and we still got Big L?

You know she ain't gonna fuck with me.

That's not my problem anymore.

Don't fuckin' walk away from me, Tee.

You gon' walk away from your brother?

Don't fuckin' walk away from me!

What happened to womb to the tomb, nigga?

They say blind loyalty

is an expression of love.

Lookin' back at it,

I was demanding blind loyalty from my brother,

but I didn't care about what he actually wanted

or needed.

Tee was starting to want out.

When he showed me, I didn't wanna see it.

And when he told me, I refused to hear him.

Then he walked away from the game,

which shoulda given me pause,

but it didn't.

See, I had my eye set on being the King of Detroit,

but I had no way of knowing that my kingdom

would be way fucking bigger than my hometown.

Or that I'd have a lot further to fall.

♪ BMF ♪

Fuck you, nigga.

50 Boyz, motherfuck-fuck-fucker.

Think you can just talk your way outta shit.

-Outta shit. - War needs bodies.

Bo-bo-bodies bring cops.

Yeah, I know that.

'Cause Lamar's silence just TV.

Fuck you, nigga.

-Nigga.

Y'all makin' this nigga sound like the bogeyman

or some shit.

And the wolves...

-Comin' nigga.

D-D-D-D-Demetrius.

-Demetrius! - They're calling me too.

W-we sell $50 bags of crack

-all day, all night.

Fuck you, nigga.

♪ BMF ♪

Nigga, we slinging crack.

Okay, okay. I see y'all over here

-holdin' it down.

Everybody gonna know who the fuck

-the 50 Boyz are. Yeah, I know that.

Fuck the D, nigga.

We takin' over the nation,

then the whole fuckin' world.