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(upbeat music)

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♪ Your baby daddy trying to pay to send me on my Onlyfans ♪

♪ Spit some money like it's only Benz ♪

♪ I aint fucking with no broke nigga ♪

♪ I ain't gonna pretend

♪ If a nigga ain't spending on me ♪

♪ The we only friends

♪ Baby daddy trying to pay to send me on my Onlyfans ♪

♪ Spit some money like it's only Benz ♪

♪ I ain't fucking with no broke nigga ♪

♪ I ain't gonna pretend

♪ If a nigga ain't spending on me then we only friends ♪

♪ Them niggas that they really got that dog shit ♪

♪ I'm talking about yours

♪ I ain't talking about your dog shit ♪

♪ Let me strike a pose cause he's hitting whole socket ♪

♪ Presidential role like I should run for office ♪

♪ I used to wanna snatch a bitch wig out ♪

♪ Get out

♪ Pussy he so good, make a nigga wanna pig out ♪

♪ He got full, fell asleep then I slid out ♪

♪ Gotta make the money, never let it make you ♪

♪ Niggas lying on their dick

♪ If he broke, it aint true

- Damn girl, you showed out tonight.

- Yeah, next time let me go before you,

'cause it look like it took all the bread

up outta here tonight.

- I hope these motherfuckers got good memory

because this gonna be the last night

they seen me dancing on the pole.

- Are you speeding?

- Have I ever broke my word?

- Are we really about to do this?

- Look, take every fucking dollar

from the rest of these motherfuckers in here.

Tonight's our last re-up.

- Hell yeah, I've been waiting on this.

- Fuck it, let's do it.

Y'all know what to do, I got shit.

♪ See, I'm all ready, when the broke whores never get it ♪

♪ I will never ever, ever, ever fuck a petty nigga ♪

- What we got?

- 4,000 pills.

100,000.

- 100,000?

Who was short?

What the rest of my money.

- I got it, it's right here.

It's a damn good thing I was there too,

because Mel's dumb got pulled over

and he was about to sing like a little bird.

- Man, what the fuck you talking about?

- What'd he say?

Did the nigga mention us?

- Nothing.

He was about to until I conveniently planted

a dirty pistol on him

and reminded him that I know where his kids go to school.

- Man, you did what?

- You heard me motherfucker.

I did what I did to protect my interest.

- Fuck you white boy,

who the you think you're talking to?

- Chill, chill.

Listen motherfucker,

you better watch how you talk to my soldiers.

Just because you work for me,

don't mean you can disrespect my people.

- My bad bro, it won't happen again.

- I ain your fucking bro.

And you damn right it ain't gonna happen again.

- Okay, alright.

So, I guess I don't get any credit keeping his mouth shut.

- Fuck you.

I don't do credit.

You better take this Trump change

and get the fuck outta here.

- Whatever you say, boss.

(indistinct), I'll be showing that motherfucker

- Man, you ain't gonna do shit yet.

I need him alive, so don't touch him yet.

- Look, I gotta go.

My workers constantly texting my phone

and I gotta go re-up with them.

So, what's up?

Is that cool?

- They hell bitch, calm your ass down.

I'm running this shit here.

You don't run shit and I don't like to be rushed.

- Okay, well, I understand that you don't like to be rushed

and I'll make sure I remember that.

It was a pleasure.

(suspenseful music)

(indistinct) fucked up.

(upbeat music) (guns click)

- All right, damn, man, okay,

double or nothing.

This time you gotta wear a blind fold.

(engine whirls)

(door closes)

- Hold on shorty, you know I gotta check you.

- Man, Nico, stop playing so motherfucking much.

I ain't got time to play with your ass today.

- Look, the rules are the rules.

I got a job to do.

I gotta make sure you ain't wearing a wire or some shit.

- You know damn well I ain't wearing no motherfucking wire.

You happy now?

- Rules are the rules.

(suspenseful music)

- And don't be breathing all down

my motherfucking back either nigga.

Get your motherfucking hands off of me.

- You all good.

Knew you wanna share that thing with me anyway.

- What I wanna do is bad for business,

but you know I'm always assets over liabilities.

- I was thinking more asses over titties.

- Fuck you, Nico.

And I hope you enjoyed yourself,

because it's gonna be your last time

putting your motherfucking nasty ass hands on me.

Fuck you, nigga.

- Damn dog, you done pissed her the fuck off.

- She might have y'all fooled with that fat ass bro.

But I could tell she's more than just a big button smile.

- Man, what the fuck is you talking about?

You wanna marry the bitch or something?

- That's your problem bro, you think too small.

I'm talking about putting a bitch like that on the team,

taking this whole motherfucking operation over.

- Bro, you sound crazy as hell.

For one, she don't even like your ass.

Two, what you think that crazy ass niggas

y'all gonna do?

Just let you take over all this shit?

- Trust the process my good man.

Trust the process.

(upbeat music)

- Good.

I don't know if I want to end no careers but bam.

That's right, motherfuckers.

Cash me out, thank you.

Thank you, your services are no longer needed

you motherfucker. - What you mean, nigga?

- Shit, bro, what you doing?

I'm just getting my bread baby, that's all.

Shit, I literally just won.

Come on, Joe, what the fuck man, why you tripping?

- How the fuck you collecting money at my table

and you still owe me, nigga?

- Owe you?

- Yeah, yeah, nigga, you owe me.

Unless you lied and stole from me

or you got caught by them peoples and you snitched.

Which one is it, bro?

- All right, Joe, Joe, you know that ain't me bro.

You know that ain't me

and I for damn sure aint snitching

to the motherfucking feds.

On my mama, bro, you know me.

- All right, bro, maybe I'm tripping.

We cool.

- Cool.

(gun pops) (man groans)

You shot me on my motherfucking hand.

- Here you go, I got everything.

- What's up girl, what took you so long?

- Man, Nico freaky ass playing too damn much.

- Yeah, well you look like you all right.

Nico just doing his job man.

- Man, fuck Nico.

Man, why the fuck you sitting over here

looking like you been jacking off with sandpaper gloves on?

Nigga, I bring bitches in here every day

and you still ain't got no pussy?

- No, a little misunderstanding, right?

Shit.

I'm all right.

- Man, get your ass up outta here.

Bleeding all over my shit.

- Man, get the fuck up outta here.

You bleeding all over the fucking money.

- The fuck you talking to me like that for, man?

I just won the shit.

- Man, get the fuck up outta here.

- All right, bro, I'm gonna get you your money

in a few days, okay?

- Oh, I know. - What the fuck

is you doing, nigga?

Get the fuck up outta here.

Retarded ass.

Anyway, me and my girls need to re-up.

- Yeah, yeah, whatever.

We'll get to that.

But my homeboy's about to pull up.

I need to take care of some business with them.

- All right.

I guess y'all can count me in and be (indistinct).

Damn.

- Man, that look like we done for the day man.

- Yeah, I don't see why this shit so important to you

anyway.

- Man, charity is the virtue

that keep us closer to God, man.

Come on.

- Motherfucker.

Do you know what we do?

You just killed a man the other day.

- All right, you got me.

- Y'all got any more bags?

- Man, we done for the day 'lil nigga.

- Here you go young King.

We got one more for you.

- Thank you Mr. Rich.

- You welcome King.

Hey, now you got the bag.

Now, you make sure you keep them grades up.

You here me? - Fuck them grades.

I'm starting to make money just like y'all.

- Okay, then 'lil nigga, let's go get this money.

We got (indistinct) so over this bitch.

- That's what the fuck I'm talking about.

My daddy saying money over everything.

(indistinct), get your ass back here.

I'm so sorry.

He knows I don't play that.

Ever since he lost his father,

he's been a little out of control.

You know how that is.

- Baby, listen, a lot of us grew up without fathers, right?

I mean, we shit, look at us now.

- Well, thanks again.

- You know I can help with that, right?

Like, all of that.

- Man, listen, everything that's valuable

is covered up, is deep down, it's hard to get to.

- Well, thanks again.

- Whew, shit.

But ain't that?

Wasn't she?

Mm, old boy that we popped,

'cause he was talking to the cops or some shit.

- Man, that nigga had to get it.

Yeah, speaking of other stupid motherfuckers, man.

Look at this old stalking ass nigga, Detective Jones.

Mad 'cause he can't be us, man.

Fuck you, old broke ass nigga.

I got something for that nigga.

- [Man] Okay, okay.

- The fuck is wrong with you?

Almost shot your stupid ass.

- Ooh, now that's no way to talk to a lady.

Compliments of Big Rich and associates.

- You wanna get that shit outta my face.

- Enjoy.

- I want to lock your stupid ass up, right?

- I'm six feet with all this ass

and all you can think about is locking me up?

Lame ass nigga.

- And it's fuck you.

- Not even if you had the magic stick.

(suspenseful music)

- Hey, babe. - Hey.

(suspenseful music) (horn honks)

- Bitch ass nigga.

- Man, when you gonna let me pop this whole asshole nigga

man?

- Come on, man, think.

Man, we don't need that type of heat on us right now.

Besides, man, at the rate we going,

fuck around and be mayor

or some shit. - At the rate I'm going,

I'm gonna have them big ass titties in my mouth.

(indistinct)

You (indistinct) 'em big mother?

- Yes, (indistinct).

- Just give me one, just one.

- That's what you're gon' do?

- Bro, just one, that's all I need.

Some big motherfuckers.

- Enjoy, man.

- We out then.

- We out. - Good, all right.

- All right, check this out fellas.

Listen up, we about to ride on these niggas.

We about to be at the top of the food chain.

So, everybody strap up, shit, is go time.

(suspenseful music)

- Sure he gonna be here?

- Yeah, nigga, don't question me.

If I say he gonna be there, he gonna be there.

- All right, nigga.

I'm locked and loaded,

but I just don't trust that Smith guy.

You gotta understand, this shit sound way too fucking easy.

- I'm not asking y'all to trust him.

I'm asking y'all to trust me.

Now, do y'all trusting my leadership or not?

- Man, fuck all that, man.

What he trying to say is, man,

that Big Rich ain't get where he is

by being a stupid motherfucker man.

Maybe we should have that punk white boy cop roll with us.

- Man, fuck this bullshit.

Listen, not that I gotta explain to you motherfuckers,

but that's exactly what he going do.

Now, I'm asking y'all to trust me.

I got this shit under control.

- My bad bro, I ain't no dudes with a cop.

- Man, there's a lot of shit you won't to understand.

Now, y'all schoolgirls done asking me 31 questions,

so we can go put this work in?

- Yeah, why should we eat?

We feast.

- Just remember we leave no prisoners, none at all.

These motherfuckers gotta know that

it's only one king of Detroit and that's me.

- These niggas ain't gonna know what the fuck hit them.

(tense suspenseful music) (guns pop)

(tense suspenseful music continues)

(gun pops)

- Fuck!

Man, motherfucker's setting me up.

(tense suspenseful music)

- Alicia, what the fuck you doing?

Bitch, put that gun down.

(gun pops) (Joe groans)

Bitch, you shot me?

- Oh, don't worry Joe, I know you don't like to rush.

Remember?

- Wait, wait, look, if it's money you want,

bitch, you know I got money.

Bitch, tell me who sent you.

- Listen, it's simple.

It's assets over liabilities.

And nigga, you my friend have become a liability,

so your ass gotta go.

- Fuck you, bitch.

- It's nothing personal.

Maybe a little bit.

(gun pops)

Motherfucker.

(suspenseful music)

- What the fuck?

- Somebody snapped her neck.

- Damn, Diamond.

Fuck.

- Who the fuck did this?

Come on, we gotta go.

(suspenseful music)

- Okay everyone, I'm gonna just be straight with you.

The DA just chewed my ass

because of this massacre that occurred last weekend.

- You ask me, it was a public service.

I mean, they were just filthy drug dealers anyway, right?

- Smitty, shut the hell up.

Look, we took an oath to serve and protect,

and that's exactly what we're gonna do.

If you have any objections, you can turn in your gun

and your badge and get the fuck out of my station.

You hear me?

- My apologies Chief, I didn't mean any disrespect.

- I still don't know how the hell you got hired.

Anyway, now that I'm done with the peanut gallery,

detective Jones, do you have anything for me?

- Sorry Chief, not at the moment,

but I should have something a little more substantial

for you in the near future.

- Okay, well.

Anyone else?

Anybody?

Come on, somebody's gotta know something.

Look, if I'm gonna get my ass chewed by the mayor

and the district attorney.

Well, ladies and gentlemen,

shit rolls downhill, so, I'm gonna chew some ass.

Smitty, are you fucking kidding me?

(phone vibrates) That's it.

Everybody's dismissed.

Get the hell outta here.

Get all on the street.

Shake down these goddamn informants and get me some leads.

I need results people, results.

Smitty, hold on, I wanna talk to you.

(suspenseful music)

(upbeat music)

- As promised.

- Why settle for 50 when there are hundreds on the table.

- Good job, Smith.

We'll contact you when we need you again.

- You know, you keep delivering cash like that,

you call me anytime.

- Good.

We'll be in touch soon.

- You know, I'd be real nice

to know exactly who I'm working for.

- Nah, that wouldn't be good for your health.

You just continue to do what you told

and maybe you can retire here in Florida as you planned.

- How'd you know about?

I never said...

That's one creepy ass bitch.

(upbeat music) (wind swooshing)

(upbeat music continues)

(upbeat music ends)

- Well, I guess it's official.

Now, you the King of Detroit.

- What you mean now?

Man, I've been king.

Always will be.

- So, what are we gonna do about expanding operation

to the west side?

(drink ripples)

- We just gonna lay back for now.

- Lay back, why?

The shit is wide the fuck open for the taking.

- You not thinking, bro.

Look, whoever put that hit out on Joe and them clowns,

they was professionals and whoever hired them,

you know they know about us as well.

- So, we just sit back and watch them stroll in

and take over?

You know if we don't do this,

it's just a matter of time before they come for us.

- Now, that I had no doubt, my friend.

But what we need to do is sit back,

wait till we get some more information.

Lemme tell you something.

Don't ever fight an enemy you can't see.

(tense suspenseful music)

- First of all,

I would like to say thank you to all of your ladies

for following my lead

and also putting on with a lot of shit.

- Yeah. - Hell yeah.

- Hello? - Okay, okay.

- Hell yeah.

- Yeah, toast to the (indistinct).

- Okay, okay.

Calm down ladies, calm down.

Now, me and my boss decided to give you guys a little gift

to show our appreciation for y'all loyalty

and y'all sacrifice.

Now, each of you have your own envelope,

you can go ahead and open it.

- Oh. - Oh shit.

- [Woman] Shit, this for us?

- Absolutely.

And it's a lot more from where that came from,

if you're willing to put in the work.

- Mmh, shit, you can count me in.

- Y'all bitches about to be real mad

because I'm about to tear 'em all down.

- Okay.

- Now, you ladies earned that.

But if you feel like you wanna go further,

please know that you have to be willing to do anything

to anybody at any time.

Now, that's a decision that you have to make,

because once you in you in.

- Well, shit.

With this type of money coming in,

I ain't gotta suck no more dick girl.

- Girl. - Bitch, you gonna suffocate

if you ain't out here sucking dick.

- Okay. - True, true.

But I said I don't have to suck no more dick,

I ain't say I wasn't gonna suck no more dick.

- I got you, girl. - Hello, hey!

- I got you, calm down - Hello?

- Hello, hey, (indistinct) girl.

- What's up, Queen? - I mean, come on.

I'm a bad bitch too.

You forgot about me?

- Queen, when do I ever forget about you?

- Tell me something boss.

- Here's your envelope.

- Hey, come on, let' see what you got in here, money.

(all laugh) (indistinct)

- Continue doing what you're doing.

Now, just to let you guys know,

you are now officially part of Victor's Angels.

- [Victor Angel] Victor Who?

- Who is Victor? - Yeah, who is Victor?

- Hmm, Angels.

- Oh, shit.

Damn,

hmm.

- Yo, what's up?

What's that?

- Nothing.

Mind your business.

Keep your eyes on the road.

Don't you gotta be looking for some criminals or something?

- Yeah,

but since you've made it so painfully clear

that you don't date coworkers,

I figured you could have hooked me up with one of your girls

or something. - Oh.

No, I, you know I just,

I don't think you're their type either.

- Why are you always saying it like that?

- Well, you know what they say, once you go black,

you never go back. - Let me see that shit.

(indistinct radio chatter)

- Hey, doesn't that look like the car in Chief's report?

- Yeah, sure does.

- Light 'em up.

(engines whirl)

- Oh, shit.

- [Woman] What the, what you see?

- We getting pulled over.

(police horn honking) (engines whirl)

(suspenseful music)

(indistinct radio chatter) (suspenseful music)

- [Dispatcher] 21?

- [Dispatcher] Just run me a car for a parking problem.

- License, registration, and proof of insurance, please.

- How may I help you Officer?

- And why you pull us over?

We ain't did shit and our paperwork good.

- Hey, he talking to you.

Put your hands

where I can see 'em. - Who the fuck this bitch,

who the this bitch think she talking to?

- Chill, chill.

- You better mute this bitch before I put her down.

- Okay, just chill out.

This is just a routine traffic stop.

Nobody has to get hurt.

Just gimme your paperwork,

if everything checks out, you two ladies are free to go.

- Let's get this shit over with.

- Come on, out the car.

Come on, come on.

Hands up, hand up where I can see 'em.

Spread 'em.

(suspenseful music)

Well, what is this?

Got ourselves kilo, hey.

- Whoa, whoa, hey, hey, whoa.

(tense suspenseful music)

(guns pop) (tense suspenseful music)

- Oh, shit.

(tense suspenseful music) (fire sizzles)

(gun pops) (fire sizzles)

Just calm down now, just calm down.

(suspenseful music) (fire sizzles)

(gun clicks)

(indistinct)

The fuck is that?

Come on. (indistinct)

(indistinct quarrel)

(suspenseful music) (women groan)

Yeah, bitch, your going down.

(suspenseful music) (Officer groans)

(fire sizzles)

♪ Members only

♪ Tell them niggas to check the snowman ♪

♪ Y'all gonna feel this shit

♪ They wanna know who that nigga is ♪

♪ They wanna know do that nigga really get it in ♪

♪ Telling y'all niggas, we can still get him in ♪

♪ We want the money, so, we gonna always get it in ♪

♪ Bitch, they wanna know, they wanna know ♪

♪ They wanna know, they wanna know ♪

♪ They wanna know, they wanna know, man ♪

- What's up girl? - What's up?

You got that work?

- Did you get it?

You got the money?

- Look, he is all there.

What you got? - Is all there.

(indistinct)

Yeah, yep. - Yeah.

Where the fuck is Kandy?

- I don't know, you ain't talk to her?

- No, I thought maybe you talked to her today.

No, I thought maybe you talk to her.

- No, I don't know where she at.

- Well, lets get up outta here.

(indistinct)

(upbeat music)

♪ Back to back in the back

♪ We had to switch the goats

♪ They wanna know who that nigga is ♪

♪ They wanna know who that nigga is ♪

♪ Make 'em spend money for this pussy ♪

♪ Ah, make 'em spend money for my time ♪

♪ Ah, make 'em spend money for this pussy ♪

♪ Ah, make 'em spend money for my time ♪

♪ Ah, make 'em spend money for this pussy ♪

♪ Ah, make 'em spend money for my time ♪

♪ Ah, make 'em spend money for this pussy ♪

♪ Ah, make 'em spend money for my time ♪

♪ Ah, make 'em spend the checks for the sex ♪

- What's up boss? - Boss?

What the fuck you doing running around here yelling boss?

Fuck is wrong with you?

- Damn, girl, my bad, I ain't mean it.

- Look, it's cool.

I ain't gonna kill you over no mistake.

But what's up?

Y'all got that?

Any problems?

- We good, it's all there, every dime.

- I'm good, we straight.

- I didn't count it but this should all be there.

- Bitch, what you mean you didn't count it,

it should be there?

Since when you don't count before we close the deal?

- Tell 'em you playing, you counted it and it's all there.

- I guess I was in a rush or something.

It must have been off when I got it.

(suspenseful music)

- I'm sure that you got it all.

Come and sit next to me.

Come, let's talk, let's celebrate.

(suspenseful music)

Before you say anything else,

let me let you know the importance

of being honest and loyal

in this business. - I'm not lying, I'm not.

- You fucking lying, you lying to my motherfucking face.

You been fucking lying.

(indistinct) (suspenseful music)

Matter of fact.

(tense suspenseful music) (cigar sizzles)

(tense suspenseful music) (cigar sizzles)

Bitch.

- Man, damn, Alicia. - Damn, what?

This bitch been fucking stealing from me.

I just waited to see and she

if she was gonna get some motherfucking sense

and stop but she didn't,

so I had to put some shit on her fucking mind.

- You did, but. - But what?

do y'all know that I have y'all followed every day

everywhere y'all fucking go?

Literally for y'all's safety and protection,

this is the thanks that I get?

Like, what?

And she lucky that she fucking found me,

'cause I would've cut her motherfucking head off.

Now, do y'all understand the importance of honesty

and loyalty in this business?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Yeah, but, yeah.

- But what?

Ain't I the same motherfucker that got y'all off your backs

and on y'all fucking feet? - Yes, but.

- Yeah. - Yeah, you did.

- Don't make me have to make a second example.

Right, that bitch.

- So, what's the word.

- Man, I found out there's some bitch on the west side

got that shit sold up, man.

She moved more work than than Joe was.

She got niggas and bitches working for her.

- Mm.

Is that, right?

- Yeah, man, she got car washes, laundromats.

Shit, nail salons.

Man, we gotta do something, she making us look bad.

- Nigga, shut the fuck up. - Hold on, let him talk.

Go ahead, speak your mind.

- Look man, with all due respect,

I'm getting slow as shit out here in the field, man.

I mean, she got this shit locked up so hard.

We gotta do something.

She making us look bad, man.

- I don't know about all that.

But I'll tell you what I need you to do,

I need you to frequent her strip club, right.

I need you to get in there and tip them bitches heavy.

You get 'em drunk, make 'em talk.

Then we'll find out her moves, man,

and then we'll hit her ass.

- Hey, say less.

I'll take my cousin Jay with me.

- No, no, no, I don't like y'all two together.

- Come on, man.

Look, give us an opportunity, man.

I'll show you what we could do, man.

- I'm gonna give you this chance.

Don't fuck it up.

- Hey, it's gonna be some fucking going on in there

but it ain't gonna be no fucking up, I'll tell you that.

I appreciate you big homie.

(suspenseful music)

- Rich, I don't know, bro.

I still think we need to do this shit ourselves.

- Let me ask you this question.

You ever see Ronald McDonald flipping burgers, nigga?

Hell no.

And you never will.

You wanna know why?

Because he a fucking boss.

He too big to do grunt work.

But that's who we are.

We don't do grunt work,

we do business not bullshit.

You feel me?

- Yeah, all right.

I feel you.

Just remember I told you.

(suspenseful music)

- Alicia told me to give you this.

- Oh, hold on baby girl.

What's the rush?

- Get your goddamn hands off of me.

What the hell is your problem?

- Glad you asked.

Seems like we both know the word (indistinct).

- Listen motherfucker,

I don't give a damn about you are your little problem.

Don't you ever put your hands on me again.

- That's your choice.

But please know that I happen to know

that you have an open case with Child Protective Services

and you have three little kids at home all alone.

So, you can either help me out or I can place a telephone.

- You gonna pay for this shit one day motherfucker.

- Go ahead, get in the car.

(suspenseful music) (rain sizzles)

- Hey Curve, I bet you a Ben, (indistinct).

- Make that shit 10, nigga.

- Better ass it up, better.

- Hey though, what's some real though?

You drop them burners off at your baby mama crib

like I asked you to?

- Whoa, I forgot cuz, I ain't gonna lie.

- Fuck wrong with you, dog?

- Chill, nigga.

Damn, bro why you tripping?

Bro, we about to go in and fuck on some of these bitches

and get our dicks sucked.

- I understand all that shit cuz.

I need you to start fucking paying attention, man.

Trying to get you to move up in this bitch

and you constantly bullshitting.

- Bro, all right, nigga damn.

You tripping.

Bro, you starting to sound like my motherfucking mama

in this bitch, bro.

- Man, you better keep my it name out your mouth bro.

Let's go in here and get some whores, man.

(indistinct)

(tense suspenseful music)

- They're coming in now.

(tense suspenseful music)

(door closes)

(upbeat music) (indistinct chatter)

(upbeat music)

♪ Gon' record me guck myself and make his booty whore wait ♪

♪ Take his tongue down the pink ♪

♪ And make my booty hole leak

♪ Walls tight, got a nigga claustrophobic ♪

♪ Say he gotta smoke, yeah the nigga think he heard it ♪

♪ But I aint even fazed 'cause his ass aint even worth it ♪

(upbeat music)

♪ I aint fucking with no worker, want the CEO ♪

♪ Big bang, big dick, he got a lot of dough ♪

♪ And the nigga can't be scared to make a video ♪

(indistinct) what you got, nigga?

What you got?

Man, you aint even have shit on me, man.

Hame my money ready, nigga.

Have my money ready.

♪ I'ma pop this pussy off a Percocet ♪

♪ Sit this ass on a nigga try to break his dick ♪

♪ Big dick, put you to work, make him break a sweat ♪

♪ Boy, he about to go all night ♪

♪ But I made it quick

♪ I got a body made for riding

♪ Tell them put the dick inside me ♪

(indistinct)

Ooh ooh, goddamn.

- Hey man, where that nigga, Jay, go?

- Man, I don't know.

That nigga went to the bathroom

or found eight bitches or something

but I ain't worry about that nigga right now.

I tell you, we got too much going on.

Goddamn.

(indistinct)

- It's about to be, I tell you that fucking much, nigga.

You better stop playing.

Yeah, I was talking to Big Rich.

So, we got some big shit coming up,

(indistinct) later though.

I'ma give us a good time right now, nigga.

Whole club nigga. (indistinct)

(upbeat music)

Goddamn.

Look like you bringing up money, nigga.

You better stop playing.

(indistinct) - Play with that shit, nigga.

(soft beat music)

♪ I don't want it

♪ I knock your top off like my ring was sharp ♪

♪ I wanna fuck, big body wanna fuck ♪

♪ Pussy so tight, even got his ass stuck ♪

♪ Boy, you had his ass tripping ♪

♪ He aint know this pussy suck

♪ I'ma pop this pussy up a Percocet ♪

♪ Sit this ass on a nigga try to break his dick ♪

♪ Dick, bitch, put you to work

♪ Make him break a sweat

♪ 'Cause he about to go all night but I made it quick ♪

♪ I got a body made for riding

♪ Tell them put the dick inside me ♪

♪ Can't shoot up my club

♪ You tried to knock it off my water slide ♪

(upbeat music)

(indistinct)

Told you I was gonna get (indistinct).

(horn honks)

(indistinct)

(horn honks) (police horn honks)

(suspenseful music)

Goddamn. - Get out the vehicle.

- Why the fuck y'all pull us over?

- Get outta the vehicle.

- Out the vehicle now.

- Fuck you. - Slowly.

- Pull your ass - Slowly.

- Slowly.

- Fuck you pull us over for, man?

- Juan. - Fuck y'all cuffing me with?

- What the fuck y'all fucking with us?

- These are motherfucker, man.

Fuck, man, talking about shit, man.

- What's this?

Half kilo of cocaine,

it looks like. - Who put that shit in there?

This shit ain't mine, man.

Fuck outta here, dog.

- Ah, look at this.

- Fuck outta here man. - Got come (indistinct)

as well.

- Y'all don't got shit else better to do.

(indistinct), fuck with us man.

- Fuck y'all niggas.

Take these handcuffs off (indistinct) up be poke y'all ass.

- Fuck outta here.

(indistinct)

- Y'all fuck y'all niggas.

Take this cuffs off.

I bet I be poke your ass. - Shut up.

- That ain't mine.

- So, y'all know who the fuck y'all fucking with.

We work for Big Rich. - Shut the up man.

- And where the fuck my phone at?

That was some bullshit, man.

Give me my fucking phone. - Keep talking.

Keep talking. - Fuck this shit.

(indistinct)

Shut up.

(suspenseful music)

- Mr. Martin.

James, Leroy Martin.

Should I call you Jay?

- Nigga, fuck you.

I told you that shit not ours.

Y'all niggas planted that shit on us.

- Shit?

What shit?

Oh you talking about your cocaine?

- Nigga, that shit not mine.

Fuck you, I told you that.

- Yeah, well, that shit don't matter anymore.

- What the fuck do you mean it don't matter?

It matter, 'cause the shit not mine.

- See that's where you wrong at.

But let me enlighten you just in case you didn't know.

You do know that possession

is nine tenths of the law, right.

And seeing how you in your homeboy up here

got caught with not one, not one,

but two kilos of pure white homemade cocaine.

Well. - Fuck you.

That shit wasn't ours.

Where the fuck is my lawyer at, man?

- Okay, okay.

Technically I can't ask you any anymore questions,

but let me leave you with this before I get outta here.

Your homeboy over there already told us

the dope belongs to you and you got that shit from Big Rich.

- Man, you a goddamn lair.

Cousin never flip on me and I keep telling you

I don't know no big reds, no Big Rich,

whoever the you keep talking about.

Man, we went over there to see who the main bitch was.

That was it.

- Well, for the record I ain't asked you anything,

but I could ask you just take it a little easier.

That's if you decide to cooperate and help yourself out.

Don't take too long 'cause you ain't got a lot of time.

- Sir.

Mr. Martin's jacket and we got some evidence.

- Oh, Mr. Martin, is this yours?

- No, that shit not mine.

Y'all planted that shit on me.

- So, you're a rapper?

A stripper?

Where the cash come from? - I'm neither one of them.

Fuck y'all.

- Watch your fucking mouth.

- So, you're denying this money is yours.

- That shit not mine.

Fuck you.

- Then I guess you ain't gonna miss any of it then.

We out.

(footsteps tap)

- Mr. Moore.

Mr. Moore

How you doing Mr. Moore?

I hear you already asked for an attorney,

so I can't ask you any more questions,

but it's cool, I'm gonna leave you with this.

You know I don't believe that dope was yours.

What?

It don't matter because I got your fingerprints

all over the murder weapon found in a trunk of your vehicle.

You know about that.

I guess that's it for our little conversation,

unless you just decide to start talking.

If not,

you might want to get used to bending over

and sticking it out.

- Fuck, bitch ass nigga.

- Hey, might not wanna say that either.

(upbeat music)

♪ What we doing

♪ Where we going

♪ We going up, going up

♪ I went vegan but I still eat meat, yeah ♪

♪ I'm on a diet but I still deserve a treat, yeah ♪

♪ Get out my kitchen, nigga, you can't handle the heat ♪

♪ Heat is hot

♪ My nigga love me 'cause I make sure that he eat ♪

♪ I see that nigga

(upbeat music)

♪ He is amateur, he looking fro my treasure ♪

♪ What you gotta know

♪ You can't mix business with pleasure ♪

(upbeat music)

- Baby, can you fix me a drink please?

- Okay baby.

Well, what's in it for me.

- Come on now, don't play me.

You already know what it is.

Damn.

- These stupid ass niggas, man.

- All right, what you tripping on now man?

- Moore and Jay whore ass ain't answering the phone.

- Shit keep going to voicemail.

Hello?

Hello?

These silly motherfuckers going to let their dicks

get 'em killed one day.

I can't stand these motherfuckers.

- Dog, come on man, you don't like nobody, goddamn.

Man, fuck this shit, man.

You know them young niggas ain't used to getting no pussy.

Damn, they'll call us when they done fucking with them

whores, thank you, baby.

- Yeah, but we ain't send them over there

just so they can get their dicks wet.

- Come on Leo, look where we at, man.

We got beautiful ladies and shit man.

We on the yacht, goddamn, stop being so tissed up.

As a matter of fact, baby, take his ass down

there below deck and fuck shit out of this nigga

so he can stop whining. - Okay, darling.

- [Big Rich] Damn, see what I'm talking about?

- Come on papa bear, I got you.

- [Big Rich] Man, you want to trip over there?

We got some beautiful, come on.

- See, it's shit like this that make me love you.

I love you nigga.

But we ain't done talking about this shit.

- Hey listen, I got $500 extra, for you to sit on his face

so he can stop all that goddamn whining

and shut his mouth up.

(water ripples)

♪ Run around these bitch

♪ We run around we fight

♪ Trying to run that bag up

♪ You need pack to survive

♪ Your bitch got that wet way

♪ I'm trying to take a dive

(upbeat music)

♪ All my bros get cash though

♪ Y'all niggas getting that lag though ♪

♪ And all we gon' do is brag, whore ♪

(upbeat music)

- So, what's the word on our little fish, they talk yet?

- The chief pulled me from the case

and put Detective Jones on.

- I don't give a fuck who on the case, I need answers.

Now, if you can't deliver,

maybe I should hire Detective Jones to do jobs.

- And you do that,

you can kiss all the shit that you gained goodbye,

because that arrogant motherfucker don't play.

- So, this what the fuck you doing, playing?

You think this shit is a joke?

Don't get shit twisted thinking that

because I'm a female I won't handle my fucking business.

- Oh, no, that's not what I'm trying to say, Alicia.

I'm saying this, he's a fucking goddamn boy scout

on steroids.

He can't be flipped.

- But let's not forget you did, Officer.

- [Officer Smith] Yeah, but.

- But nothing, motherfucker.

Get the job did or you'll get dead.

The money in a gym bag.

(weights clicking)

(soft beat music)

- Don't put your motherfucking hands on me.

- Why don't you sit on this dick and I'll show you.

- I'm wouldn't sit on your little pencil dick

if my ass was a sharpener.

- Bitch, do you know who the fuck I am?

- Who the fuck do you think you calling a bitch?

- One bitch, two bitch, three, bitch, four.

- Officer Smith, what the fuck is you doing in here?

You know you're not supposed to be seen.

- Well, well, ain't the (indistinct) Detroit,

Miss motherfucking Alicia.

- You need to lower your motherfucking voice.

- Nah, see, I was thinking about our little conversation

we had the other day at the gym and it fucking hit me.

You just don't fucking respect me enough.

- Your making a big ass mistake, Smith.

- No, bitch.

You threatened me,

you threatened an officer of the law and now you gonna pay.

My price just went up, is double.

If you don't pay, I got enough evidence on your ass

to lock you away for the rest of your fucked up life.

- You know what, I can agree with that.

But let's not discuss our business

in front of all these people.

- Damn right, I'm right.

And you know what?

I want to fuck this bitch right here.

This bitch with a smart ass mouth.

- You ain't fucking shit.

- Sapphire.

Follow me Officer Smith.

I'm pretty sure we can work something out.

(soft beat music)

Sapphire, show our little friend, Officer Smith,

what you working with.

♪ 'Cause it's a dirty ass game

♪ Don't let these whores and this fame ♪

♪ Make a nigga go change

♪ 'Cause all this money have a nigga really going insane ♪

♪ Through this sunny days

♪ It always finds a way to rain ♪

(suspenseful music) (glass breaks)

(indistinct group chatter)

- Who's the bitch now?

- Motherfucker.

Make sure this bitch don't get up.

(footsteps tap)

- I'll take care of it from here.

- Dumb bitch.

- Is he shitting on himself?

- You know he is.

- Oh, gross. - Goddamn.

- Shit stink. - Oh, geez.

- I can't take it.

(upbeat music)

♪ War

♪ Aha

♪ Yeah

♪ I'm ready for war

♪ Bring it, bring it to you, roar ♪

♪ 130, 130, 130, 130

♪ I'ma bring it to you, roar

♪ We ready for war

♪ 130, 130, 130, 130

♪ So many lame rappers provoking, they got me ♪

♪ Trying to see if they really tough ♪

♪ I'd love to turn this written lifestyle into reality ♪

♪ Show you that you don't really, really want ♪

♪ What you be babbling

(upbeat music)

♪ Type of nigga to make blood up here on the river ♪

♪ You want the best me best be equipped ♪

♪ To clash with a titan

♪ You think you got what it takes ♪

♪ To straight up silence this spiler ♪

♪ One punch line to lead you flat line ♪

♪ This is a death certificate, sign it ♪

(upbeat music)

- It ain't like you to get caught slipping like this.

(suspenseful music)

- It ain't like you to get caught slipping like this.

- It's so much commotion going on in the streets

everybody forgot about you.

- Starting to wonder if you forgot about me too.

- You know how Alicia is, if she found out about us,

she'll cut my head off.

I had to (indistinct).

- We not gonna have to worry about Alicia too much longer.

As long as you stick to the plan.

- Well, you know I don't have much time.

Alicia gon' be looking for me in the morning to count up.

- Looks like you've been having some fun without me.

- Some shit happened at the club

and this is my favorite outfit.

- This is no longer an outfit, this is evidence.

- And we can have (indistinct).

Damn, boy you better work on your aggression.

- Correction, you better work on my aggression.

(upbeat music)

♪ 'Cause I'm a grown woman

♪ Sometimes I just wanna bone something ♪

♪ Just let me head and leave me on ♪

♪ Leave me chilling by my lone self ♪

♪ If I let you hit you better act cool ♪

♪ But sit up and from the evening to the afternoon ♪

♪ Eat it like you aint got shit to loose ♪

♪ And when you eat it

♪ Better drink it like it's gin and juice ♪

♪ I want it my own way

♪ I want it my own

♪ If you don't get what I want

♪ I got a busy made room for type of shit ♪

♪ You could treat me like a slave, doing 50 Shades of Grey ♪

♪ It don't matter it's whatever boy ♪

♪ You'll be talking dirty

♪ You'll be talking dirty

♪ You'll be talking dirty

♪ You'll be talking dirty

♪ I'll be talking dirty

♪ I'll be talking dirty

(indistinct chatter) (footsteps tap)

- Nurse, (indistinct) what have you got going on today?

- Nothing, I'll just go on lunch later today.

- Okay, think I'll join you.

You wanna join us for lunch?

- I'm not sure if I'm gonna be free.

- We're gonna make you free.

You okay, all right.

- Code blue, (indistinct), code blue (indistinct).

(monitor beeps) (indistinct chatter)

(footsteps tap) (monitor beeps)

(suspenseful music)

- Get the fuck outta here.

I told you I don't wanna be bothered anymore.

Just come back later.

- Damn boo, I thought you'd be happy to see me.

Especially after everything we've been through together.

- How the fuck did you get in here?

I swear to God I'm gonna kill every single last one of you

little bitches.

- Now, now Boogie dookie.

Before you overreact I need to show you something.

(suspenseful music)

- Dirty bitch.

- Look, I ain't gonna be too many more bitches up in here.

Now, what you need to do is shut the fuck up and listen.

I don't have a lot of time.

From now on, you work for half of what you were getting

or our little fuck party goes live

for the whole world to see.

- I hate you, I hate every single one of you bitches.

- You know what?

Fuck it, I'll just go ahead and post it then.

- Whoa, just stop.

- Huh? - Just.

- What's that?

Oh, you humbly accept.

Oh man, I'm sure Alicia will be thrilled to hear that.

Take care of sugar butt.

(suspenseful music) (monitor beeps)

(water ripples)

- Hello?

They what?

They got caught with what?

Can't fucking believe this shit.

All right my dog, I'll hit you back.

- Dog, what the fuck happened?

- Man.

- Bro, what the fuck happened, man?

- These two dumb motherfuckers got caught

with some work and some burners.

- Oh, how the fuck they get some work?

You gave it to 'em? - Hell no.

I ain't give 'em shit.

And I told 'em not to fucking take no burners.

I knew he was gonna fuck this up.

I fucking knew it.

I told your ass.

I told your ass.

Now, what the fuck we gon' do?

- The only thing we can do.

We gotta bail 'em out.

You gotta take them before they start talking.

(water ripples)

Fuck, man.

- Yo, need you go down to the county,

bail a couple of our guys out.

Yeah, I'll text you tonight.

(water ripples)

(upbeat music)

♪ Yeah I want it

♪ Booty fat, pussy fat

♪ He's gonna record me fuck myself ♪

♪ And make his booty whore wait ♪

♪ Take his tongue down to the pink ♪

♪ And make my booty whore leak

♪ Then he turn his ass around

♪ I make him give me dick

♪ Walls tight, got the nigga claustrophobic ♪

♪ Both hands gotta hold it

♪ Say he gotta smoke

♪ Yeah, the nigga think he heard it ♪

♪ But I aint even fazed

♪ He ass aint even worth it

(soft beat music)

(door bell rings) (birds chirp)

(door bell rings) (birds chirp)

♪ I aint fucking with no worker, want the CEO ♪

♪ Big bang, big dick, he got a lot of dough ♪

- May I help you?

- Hi, I'm Chief Mineli and I wanted to see Miss Banks.

- Is she expecting you?

- No, but I (indistinct).

- Come on in.

♪ Pussy so tight, even got his ass stuck ♪

♪ Boy you had his ass tripping

♪ He aint no this pussy suck

♪ I'ma pop this pussy off a Percocet ♪

♪ Sit this ass on the nigga, try to break his dick ♪

- Good morning Miss Banks.

♪ But I made it quick

- Oh I know you fucking lying.

Tony, I know you lying.

I know you're not at my house at six o'clock in the morning

and I got a house full of women.

- Look, I sat there last night getting my ass chewed

by the mayor for like two hours.

That's why I didn't make our meeting.

I tried calling you, you wouldn't answer your phone.

Now, what the fuck was so important

that you had to see me last night?

That's why I'm here and to- - That's bullshit Tony.

That's bullshit.

You forgot who the fuck you talking to

and who helped you get this position as Chief.

- No I didn't, I can't.

You won't let me.

- You know what, Tony?

I don't think you appreciate the powerful position

that you've been given.

- With all due respect, this isn't as easy as you may think.

I mean my men are out there busting ass,

on the clock- - Men, men?

Don't you mean men and women?

- Oh Christ, come on.

You know what I meant.

- I only know what you tell me Tony.

And what you're not telling me is who's responsible

for that drug epidemic in the fair city

And who's responsible for that fucking massacre

that took place on the west side last week.

- I'm working on it.

The whole department's working on it.

We've been working on it around the clock.

Come on, Victoria.

Give me a break here.

- Oh, oh, I'm sorry.

Maybe I'm just going too hard on the little police Chief.

Better yet, maybe the bad guys will just come

and turn themselves in.

No, no, here's the, here's the better one Tony.

Maybe they'll just stop hiding out

and just stop poisoning our city.

- Are we done here?

- Yeah, for now, for now.

Lock my fucking door and shave your damn face.

- Fucking bitch.

(water ripples)

(phone beeps)

(door opens and closes)

(door knob clicks) (footsteps tap)

- Amber.

Come on, Amber, you know I aint got time for this.

I got work to do.

- You know, I know you're really good at what you do

and that's all reason I brought you here.

- Look girl, can you quit fucking plying

and give me the flash drive so I can go.

- No, look at me.

Look at me.

Don't you miss this?

You can tell me, you missed these.

Yeah, come on baby.

- Look, that aint got nothing to do with it.

Look, we tried that relationship shit

and it didn't work, remember?

So, can you please gimme the flash drive

so I can fucking go?

- Shh.

I'll tell you what,

I'll give you the flash drive

if you let me kiss it one more time.

I promise you'll love it.

(upbeat music)

(upbeat music continues)

(upbeat music ends)

(suspenseful music)

- Okay, Sapphire, you up next.

You know what to do.

(suspenseful music)

- I'm about to land a motherfucking academy award

for this shit, watch me work.

- Just let me off right here.

I got something for this motherfucker.

- Girl, what you about to do?

I got this.

- What I always do, have your back.

(suspenseful music)

- Hey, hey, you all right?

Hey you gotta get the fuck outta here.

You can't be around here like that.

(suspenseful music)

Man, I know what you thinking

but we ain't got no time for this shit right now.

- Bro, listen, all I'm saying is she bad as hell.

- Fuck that shit, bro.

Get this bitch the fuck outta here.

She making too much damn noise.

- The fuck you want me to do?

(indistinct).

- I don't give a fuck what you do.

Get this bitch the fuck outta here.

- Hear me out, just hear me out.

What I'm saying is this,

we could run a train on her or something, bro.

That's what I'm saying.

- Fuck that, bro.

Get this bitch the fuck outta here.

- All right, bro, I got you, man.

- Hey bitch, you better get the fuck on.

Yeah, before you get fucked.

- What, nigga, you getting fucked.

(guns pop) (suspenseful music)

(tense suspenseful music)

(footsteps tap)

(door closes)

- Man, what fuck the is going on?

Now, who the fuck is this bitch?

- I don't know who this bitch thinks she is

or where this bitch came from, but that bitch is dead.

I told your ass we should have been took her ass out.

- Nah, we gotta be smart about it.

This bitch wasn't working by ourself.

- Bro, what the fuck are you talking about?

Huh?

We ain't got time to be philosophizing over this shit.

They taking us out one by one.

- Think about it, man.

How the fuck does she know about our stash house?

- It had to be Mo or Jay weak ass.

- Nah man, it could've been neither one of them.

We moved all our spots when they got hit, remember?

- Bro, I don't give a fuck how this bitch found out

but this bitch is dying tonight.

- Hey, calm the fuck down.

(suspenseful music)

Leo.

Damn, this nigga don't listen.

Fuck.

(soft beat music)

♪ His right hand squeezing my thigh ♪

♪ My hand is gripping the leather ♪

♪ This nigga's dripping and got me spilling my liquor ♪

♪ Daddy slow down

♪ Squeezing my knees 'cause his weaving got me wet ♪

♪ Like flick

♪ He rub the Hemi, do you hear me ♪

♪ I could feel it in my ass

♪ He says, as long as I'm a rider ♪

(upbeat music)

♪ Daddy tell me daily I'm the shit and kiss my head ♪

♪ Then he smacked me on my ass

♪ Say I'm the best he ever had

♪ I say daddy I know, can't compare me to them whores ♪

♪ Is curtains for them bitches

♪ That's just how the story goes ♪

♪ Now the nigga's squeezing my titties ♪

♪ And I'm holding it down

♪ You can't know that I'm scared ♪

♪ I'm over here just clenching my ass ♪

♪ He got this pussy wet

♪ 'Cause this nigga crazy

♪ Drive his hand in me like a Porsche ♪

♪ I'm just trying to get it

♪ Get it, get it, get it, get it ♪

(gun pops)

- I can't believe this motherfucker's gonna come in here

Think they to get Donna?

See, yeah, okay.

I got something for they ass.

Wait a minute, just wait, okay.

Wanna play, they wanna play?

Okay, let's play then.

Play with this motherfucker.

(guns pop)

♪ Always got that check on me

♪ When I want to, I could fuck it up ♪

♪ Y'all pussy niggas aint busting ass ♪

♪ So, your baby mama let you wanna fuck ♪

♪ Nigga

♪ Get it get it nigga

♪ Me and my dog form the trenches ♪

♪ Your whole crew too fool, fool anything for attention ♪

♪ Couple pussy niggas switched up ♪

♪ High speed chase, niggas bitched up ♪

♪ Start tossing shit, I ain't flinch up ♪

♪ And beat the case, I'm big bro ♪

♪ Fuck the money at

♪ Where the dough at

(tense suspenseful music)

(gun pops)

(suspenseful music)

- Dollface?

Dollface?

Hey, call Alicia.

Dollface?

Dollface?

Calm down.

- Don't let me die. - Okay, I got you, okay?

I got you.

(suspenseful music)

(indistinct radio chatter) (horn honks)

(indistinct radio chatter) (horn honks)

(horn honks)

- So, they started firing that way?

- The witness did say that the suspect (indistinct)

- I think, all due respect, think they

- District Attorney Banks.

- Cameras there.

- Detective Jones - I don't think-

- Pleasure to see you again.

- Should check to see.

- Felling is mutual.

Just surprised to see you out this late.

- Well, I am the District Attorney, aint I?

Why would I be a surprise to you?

- Well, maybe surprise is a strong word.

I just figure you got bigger things to do.

- So, you mean to tell me that the mass murder of 12 people

in this strip club isn't important enough for me

to come out and investigate?

- My apologies,

but I don't recall seeing you a few weeks ago

when a half dozen men we're assassinated

outside that warehouse on the west side.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't get that call.

But I may have a leader who might have something

to do with that.

- That's funny,

because I ain't heard nothing about that.

And I'm sure nothing came across my desk.

- Maybe 'cause you never at your desk.

- Well, I think that's in position

a little more suited for it.

The district attorney, not out here slumming it with us

in these streets.

- Sometimes you gotta get your hands dirty

to get the job done.

Well, sometimes.

Sometimes you guys get your hands dirty to get the job done.

- Well, I'm not too big on that dirty part.

But I'll keep that in mind.

- You should.

(suspenseful music)

- Well, I need to get to work on hunting down these assholes

responsible for this massacre.

It was nice talking with you.

- Detective Jones, good luck.

(suspenseful music) (indistinct radio chatter)

(water ripples)

- Hey bro, their bail's denied.

He couldn't even get 'em out.

- If you can't get 'em out, we send somebody in to get 'em.

- And how the fuck we supposed to do that?

(water ripples)

- My man, remember you owe me that favor?

I need to cash in on that.

(water ripples)

Just like that.

- All right, all right.

(water ripples) (birds chirp)

(footsteps tap)

(cuffs rattle)

(footsteps tap)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music ends)

(phone vibrates)

Which one?

Nigga, you get paid for two.

Finish the job.

This nigga has missed Jay.

- Damn, he should have got his ass first.

Oh, he definitely gonna talk now.

- The only good thing is is he don't know much

about the operation.

- Man, he know enough.

He know our face and where our stash houses are.

- Yeah, I'll take care of that tomorrow.

- No, no man, you take care of that now

and hire a few more hitters man

to make sure the job get done.

- You know what?

Let's just grab his baby mama, the kids, everybody.

- Yo, did you hear yourself, man?

We don't do that shit over here.

Dog, no kids and no elderly people, period.

- So, we just gonna let the nigga snitch us out

'cause it's a no-go on the kids and some elderly?

- Dog, you heard what the fuck I said.

- Wow.

That's how you feel?

And here I thought we was partners.

- We are.

But I'm the boss.

You got me fucked up.

Man, now, get on your job

and make sure you take care of this shit, man.

- All right.

Whatever you say,

Boss.

(suspenseful music)

(indistinct) around, had to kill this nigga.

(suspenseful music)

- What you doing, man?

Look, I'm trying to fucking help you.

You wanna end up like your cousin?

You see what they did to him, right?

You gotta gimme something, man.

You wanna die in here?

- Man, I'm not trying to fucking die in here.

- Look, I'm trying to help you, man.

Unless you wanna stay in this fucking place

and die in here.

You gotta gimme something man.

You wanna die in here, man?

- Fuck.

- I'm all you got Jay.

- Man, what you want?

- Look, I need to know what you selling

and who you are selling it to.

I'm all you got right now.

- All right, man, got you.

- I'll be back.

(suspenseful music)

- You might wanna take a look at this.

(suspenseful music)

- Mr. Martin, good morning.

You ready?

- No, I can't do this shit no more.

- What?

What the hell are you talking about?

Look, we had a deal James.

This is the only way that I could protect you.

- Man, this shit not just about me no more.

This shit about my kids, my family.

- What are you talking about?

- Man, look at this shit, man.

Fix this shit.

What you gonna do about that?

- Fuck.

(suspenseful music)

- You okay Detective Jones?

- Yeah.

- You look a little spooked.

Just let me know if you need my help.

We are on the same team, right?

- Look, look, don't worry right now,

just let me handle this, I'll be back.

- Fuck.

(birds chirp)

- Rich, I ain't gonna hold you, I don't like this bro.

Who the fuck is this anyway?

And how we know we can trust him?

- Ain't about trust right now Leo.

We don't have a choice,

especially when you set your little hit squad over there

to kill a bunch of bitches now do we?

- Man, fuck that.

Them bitches been hitting our spots,

hitting our clients and our workers.

What the fuck did you expect me to do?

- I expect you to think Leo.

Come on man, think.

- Yeah, thinking without no action

is going to fuck around and get us killed.

- Yo, pull up right over here.

- [Leo] Rich, I don't like this shit.

- Man, would you fucking relax

and let me handle this shit - Man, you fucking relax.

If he so much to breathe wrong,

I'm gonna shoot the shit out this nigga.

- Yo, he right over here.

Man, look at this shit.

- Yeah.

- You ready?

- I'm ready.

- Show time. - Show time.

(birds chirp) (door closes)

(suspenseful music) (birds chirp)

- I didn't think y'all was gonna show up.

So, you niggas was scared?

- Man, fuck you.

- Hold on (indistinct).

Chill out, man.

Got cameras and shit out here.

- I told you he was a fucking sell-out.

- Calm down, man.

If I wanted to kill y'all,

I'd have killed y'all niggas a long time ago.

- Man, shut up, I'll pop your,

I'll pop your pop his whore ass right now, man.

- Chill out, Man. - Fuck.

- Let's hear him out.

- Haven't you ever heard of an enemy of my enemy

is my friend?

- What the fuck is you talking about?

- You talking about that bitch Alicia?

That's who you talking, right?

- Bingo.

It's obvious who the brains of this operation is.

- Cameras or no cameras,

you say some old whore slick ass shit like that,

I'm blowing your motherfucking head off.

- Hey man, chill out.

- Fuck, man.

Whoa, whoa.

- That should hold you on over

till y'all get back on y'all feet.

- What's the take? - Nah, hold the fuck up.

How we know he ain't the feds

or working with that bitch Alicia?

- His name is Nico.

He used to work with Joe his crew before they got wiped out.

Am I right?

- Wise man always knows his competition.

I didn't come here as an enemy.

Came here as an ally.

- And why the fuck should we believe that?

Oh shit.

Nigga you just carry around, cut up hands and shit?

What the fuck, man?

- That's a severed hand from sniper

that killed my former employee.

So, you want my help or not?

- You got my attention.

- Come on Victoria, I will take care of it.

I told you I'll take care of it.

Okay, goodbye.

Motherfucker.

I don't believe this shit.

- What is your now, Chief?

- That diabetic witness escaped last night

from the ambulance on the way to the hospital.

- How the fuck did that happen?

Who was on the detail?

- That fucking idiot, Smitty.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Is there something you're not telling me?

- No, Chief, but I should have had something for you

real soon.

- Jones.

Jones.

Jones.

Fuck.

(suspenseful music)

(thunder roars)

(suspenseful music) (rain sizzles)

- What's up?

- Damn I missed you.

- Yeah, I missed you too.

- It looks like business going better than ever.

- I mean, to be honest, that's an understatement.

Shit, with us having little to no competition,

the city is basically ours.

- Not quite, not quite.

I need for them to stay afloat.

Just enough to draw the attention on them

for us to make our bust.

- I mean, so what you want me to do if they come for us?

Because they definitely gonna try it.

- Nah.

I ain't arranged with that little jail break for no reason.

(indistinct)

just so we can solidify his testimony against our upstairs.

That way they'll be too worried about not going to prison,

and they'll be off our ass.

- I mean, that's cool and all, I get that.

But, shit, if they do come,

I'm ghosting every last one of their ass.

For the shit they did to my girls and my fucking club.

- Agreed.

Agreed.

You might wanna get your little ass up outta here

before I take you home with me.

- You play too much.

- As always, you just stay safe, stay smart, stay ruthless.

- That's all I know.

(thunder roars)

♪ Taste you

♪ Kiss you, hold you, taste you ♪

♪ Want to be near you

♪ Night and day

♪ Legacy, legacy, legacy

♪ The way I move my hips I know I got you in a trance ♪

♪ You know I'ma do my best

♪ The way I move my hips I know I got you in a trance ♪

♪ You know I'ma do my best

♪ The way I move my hips I know I got you in a trance ♪

♪ You know I'ma do my best

♪ The way I move my hips I know I got you in a trance ♪

♪ You know I'ma do my best

(soft beat music)

♪ Keep it going, keep it going

♪ I know what you came to do

♪ Moving up and down it's cold

♪ Body looking so cold

(soft beat music)

♪ Make it rain on me

(soft beat music)

♪ I'm giving you all I got

♪ I'm giving you all I got

♪ I'm giving you all I got

♪ It's all I got

♪ It's all I got

♪ I'ma keep it going, keep it going ♪

♪ I'ma keep it going, keep it going ♪

♪ I know what you came to do

♪ I know what you came to do

♪ Up and down, it's cold

♪ Body looking so cold

(soft beat music)

♪ So, won't you throw some on me ♪

♪ Let it fly away

♪ Away

♪ Make it rain on me

♪ Make it rain in me

(soft beat music)

- Damn, that was good as hell last night.

I needed that.

- Yeah, me too.

You know I love you, right?

- Yeah, I know.

- That's all you gotta say is, yeah, I know?

- Look, Felicia, we make a lot of money together.

A whole lot of money.

And the way that you be squeezing out that sweet pussy,

it would get any nigga sweet too.

- So, you telling me that all I'm good for

is making you money and making you cum?

- Come on now, you don't about to say it like that.

- But that's basically what you saying though, right?

- It is what it is.

- So, I'm out here every day busting my ass,

risking my life, risking my freedom for you.

And you can't even tell me how the fuck you feel?

- I just did.

Don't act like you don't reap the benefits

from this little arrangement that we have.

You rich, right?

You powerful, right?

And the (indistinct).

- That's because I ain't handle my motherfucking business.

- Yeah, you right.

But just last night somebody followed you here.

- That's bullshit, Victoria.

I don't believe that shit.

You just trying to change the subject

and I don't believe that shit.

- You can believe what you wanna believe.

I really don't care.

All I care about is assets over liabilities.

Now, get out your feelings and get to this money

before I find your replacement.

- You know you really shouldn't be talking to me like that

Victoria.

I do everything for you, everything that you asked.

- So?

You supposed to.

You forgot I made you?

I own you?

I can't destroy you?

Yeah.

Get out your feeling, get refocused.

I see why Nico want to replace your ass.

- What?

Did you say Nico?

- Look, it's safe for you to go now.

Your little fan club is gone.

I'm about to get to (indistinct).

(tense suspenseful music)

(tense suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music ends)

- Shit.

(phone vibrates)

(engine revs)

- Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.

What the fuck you doing, yo?

Nigga, we got a job to take care of, nigga.

- Change of plans, we gotta make another stop.

- Nigga, fucking a change of plans.

Nigga, what the fuck is you talking about?

Pull this motherfucker over right the fuck now.

- First of all, you got to lower your voice

while you talking to me.

Second of all, if you don't like it

you can get the fuck out.

- Nigga, fuck you, nigga.

- Nigga, fuck you.

You need to get the fuck out before I break protocol.

- Nigga, protocol?

Nigga, this ain't the motherfucking army.

Nigga, this street life real, nigga.

- First of all, fuck the army.

Once a marine, always a marine.

You coming or going?

- See, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

See, I knew this was some crazy fucking shit.

Let me out this motherfucking car.

You are crazy, motherfucker.

Get, I knew your ass was fucking crazy.

I should have popped your ass a long time ago.

Oh, shit.

- One down, one to go.

- He did what?

- He jumped out the car and started yelling and squinting

like a little bitch.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on motherfucker.

That's my motherfucking boy you talking about?

- My bad, I'm just not used to working with such

pussy ass niggas.

- So, this was your plan all along, huh?

I guess Leo was right about you.

- Part of it.

Sad thing is (indistinct).

- Before we go any further, tell me who you working for.

- I guess it's the least I can do

before I send you on your way.

(suspenseful music)

- Send me on my way?

(suspenseful music)

You dirty motherfucker.

(gun pops)

(tense suspenseful music)

(upbeat music)

- I hate to be the barer of bad news, but Victoria's dead.

It's starting to become too much for our distribution.

You want me to handle it?

- No, no.

Alicia's an asset to us right now.

Not a liability.

Besides, killing her right now

would be horrible for business.

- So, you already knew she did it?

- Absolutely.

You see, knowledge is power and information is key

to that power.

- Okay, so, how do you wanna handle it?

- My dear, I think it's time that we introduce Alicia

to the real boss.

Shall we.

(upbeat music)

(Big Rich coughs) (suspenseful music)

- Shit.

(suspenseful music)

(upbeat music)