Fuck being bosses. We gonna be kings, Tee.
Kings of the motherfuckin' D, man.
- You need to leave
all this shit alone.
Just focus on the business, Meech.
Taking care of the motherfucker who popped my brother,
that is my business.
Ruffle his feathers, nothing else.
Don't do me like this. Don't, man.
- What the fuck you do that for?
Zoe, look, come back. I just want to talk.
What do you want?
I want Zoe to know that I'm her father.
Terry lying up in here with a gunshot to his head
all because his brother pulled him into this.
You need to let Meech go.
You got to do whatever it is
that you got to do to protect your shit,
'cause the vultures and the wolves
are comin', nigga.
Hey, are you making me and Nicole a burger?
Ain't nothing wrong with your hands.
Hold on.
Oh, hell, no.
Man, how you gonna make yourself
a triple-meatloaf sandwich
and leave us enough for a meatball?
Should have got up earlier.
I'm sick of your selfish ass.
You cuttin' that shit in half. Man, move.
- What you doing, man? - What's wrong with you, man?
- Ah, shit! - You done fucked up now.
I'm about to kick your ass.
Ooh, y'all gon' get it!
We gotta do something.
Why? Man, they still gon' beat our ass.
Not if we Krazy Glue everything back together.
Trust--it's the foundation
of all relationships.
All right, bro.
You gotta trust a person you're with
as much as you do yourself.
Which one of you broke my damn china?
Me and Tee always trusted each other,
no matter what.
Moms ain't no dummy,
and just like I predicted, she whupped our asses.
Told you to keep your hands off the china!
But we stuck it out together.
And even the times we did lose,
having him beside me always cushioned the blow.
Fuck.
What the fuck is going on?
Something wrong with your phone?
Oh, look, Pat. I know we behind.
I'm disappointed in you, Meech.
Come on, man.
You know I've been dealing with Tee's shooting.
Rock, tell Wonder Boy here what I call personal problems.
Excuses.
And just like assholes, everybody's got one.
You paying a-fuckin-ttention?
Yo, Pat, me and Tee ain't never stiff you before, man.
Yeah, you ain't never been behind like this either.
Listen, this your alarm clock.
If I don't get my loot in six days,
this motherfucker gon' ring.
Six days?
And I'm taxin' your ass ten points for being late.
Now get the fuck out my car.
You know he ain't never gonna climb out of this.
That's the point.
I keep my foot on their neck, they stay where they are.
Under me.
♪ 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 ♪
Thank you so much for taking time
out of your busy schedule to come and pray with us.
A family that prays together stays together, sister.
It's always my pleasure.
Shall we pray?
Boy, you can't pray with that boy in your hand
in your condition.
Nah, Mama, I'm fine.
I told y'all I'm ready for things to get back to normal.
Fine or not, you still gotta stay in the house
for the next few days, doctor's orders.
Yes, sir.
Matthew 18:20 says,
"God is present whenever two or more
are gathered in His name."
Yes, Father. Yes.
-Yes. - Bow your heads.
Mm.
Dear Heavenly Father, we love You.
We come to You asking that you bless this oil.
Cleanse it of all of its impurities, Father.
Mm. O Father God,
we ask that You bless Brother Terry...
Yes.
...so he can see clearly
that You would have him do the work for Your glory.
Yes, Lord.
And this we pray in the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
- Mm-hmm. Amen.
Amen, amen, amen.
- Thank you. - Thank you, Pastor.
I fixed that railing at the church.
I'm willing to walk you out any time.
Brother, God has smiled on y'all.
Brother Terry, he survived, spirit is right,
and he's doing a lot better.
Well, his eye got a little worse after the second surgery.
- What did the doctor say? - He flopped like a wet suit.
They're doing the best they can.
Hmm. Mistakes, that's human.
But it'd be a sin if your son lost his sight
due to negligence.
My niece Karen, she just graduated from U of M Law.
And she'd be happy to take a look at your case
on a contingency basis, meaning--
I know what contingency means, Pastor.
Brother Meech!
- Pastor Swift!
Praise the Lord. How you doing?
What you doing here?
Came to check on Terry.
Okay, but let me see them keys first.
See, now you can knock
like everybody else that don't live here.
- Mmm. Is it me,
or is the Lord in the kitchen cooking up some of that bacon?
Smell like the Upper Room up in here, sister.
Come on, Pastor.
Let me make you a plate, all right.
Thank you, sister.
And thank God for this breakfast
we about to partake in.
♪ Yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Makin' a livin' Off little giving ♪
♪ Talented, charismatic, And also a little driven... ♪
Yo, yo. Why you lettin' the fuckin' smoke out, man?
Close the door.
What the fuck is on your mind?
Maybe we should start splitting profits 50/50.
I shed my own blood for this shit.
Nigga, we got bigger fish to fry, a'ight?
Pat just gave us six days to pay him back,
and he taxing us ten percent.
Six days?
How the fuck we gonna do that
when we only pulling 30 off the rec center?
Guess we gotta hustle around the clock.
But, yo, there was this article that dropped at the Free Press
about all that drug use at these plants.
Now, them factory niggas,
they ain't scraping for dubs, dimes, and nicks.
They want that high-quality A1 shit that we got.
So you on that factory shit again?
Ain't the worst idea I've heard.
I'ma put B-Mickie on it.
Speakin' of that nigga, what up with him?
He ain't even come holla at me at the 'spital.
He's straight...
just like yo' ass need to be.
Now you need to go home and get some rest, man,
so you can ease back into this shit, a'ight?
I'm gonna catch you later. I'm out.
All right, then.
Jay-Mo missing.
Filmel got beat to a inch of his life.
We at war.
The 50 Boyz got somethin' to do with this.
I say we go head-up at Meech and Terry.
Nah, them piss-colored-ass niggas, man,
they already dead.
I don't want to just hang 'em by their rat tails, man.
I wanna take 'em for everything they got
once they pockets is full.
Shit, I'm always down to make some more paper.
'Cause first, you gotta cripple their business,
then you take over.
As they're struggling for breath, nigga,
you snap their fuckin' necks.
How the hell we gonna do all that?
Ah, don't be questioning shit, young blood.
Lamar been running these streets
since y'all lil' niggas was in your daddy's nut sack
trying to find a way to the promised land.
You feel me?
So I guess you want us to fall back
while old school work his magic?
Damn right.
Maybe for the sake of being in step.
But we only doing this till Filmel get back.
♪ That's why every day I'm getting hella paid ♪
♪ So every day I elevate ♪
I'm waiting for the war, man.
♪ So every day I elevate ♪
I guess you chief rocka now, huh?
♪ So every day I elevate ♪
You put them drops in your eyes, boy?
Yes, sir.
What now?
We out of time with the bank.
Look, I'm doing the best I can.
This is not a problem that can be fixed
by adding a extra shift here or there, babe.
Who's that?
Okay, Terry, now that you've had
a chance to recuperate,
can you remember anything that happened on the day you got shot?
No, not really.
Still kind of a blank.
What about the person who shot you,
like what they were wearing or maybe something they said?
You were seen arriving at the hospital
in a black Mercedes-Benz with the windows shattered.
Whose car is that?
Teens don't usually get shot in luxury cars at close range
unless they're in the drug game.
I asked you a question, boy.
It's mine.
My Uncle Troy got it for me as a baby shower gift.
Does Uncle Troy have a last name?
My son is a stellar student and a young father
who is the victim of a violent crime.
Why are you talking to him like he's a suspect?
I'm sorry, Mrs. Flenory.
We are all on the same team here.
It's just that the fact-finding process can get a little sticky.
I understand that, but as far as I'm concerned,
this interview is over.
You wanna tell me what that was back there?
Mama bear protecting her cub.
I'm talking about you.
Me? What? Okay, here's an idea.
Why don't you say what's on your mind
instead of acting like this your first day out the academy?
You barely pressed that kid about who shot him
when the whole thing looks retaliatory.
And that bullshit the girlfriend tried to sell us about the Benz?
Come on.
The boy was scared.
He's not gonna talk if he doesn't feel comfortable.
That's interrogation 101.
What is it about the Flenory boys
that has you acting like some kind of priest?
Look, motherfucker, I was working patrol
while you were still figuring out how to aim for the toilet.
Insult my integrity again,
I'ma beat you like you stole somethin'.
Now get in the fuckin' car.
♪ Clockin' this money ♪
♪ You know, what, uh-huh ♪
♪ You-you want it? I got it ♪
♪ Then come get it ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey You want it? I got it ♪
♪ Then come get it ♪
♪ Uh-huh ♪
♪ You want it? I got it ♪
♪ Then come get it ♪
It's slow as shit out here.
Look, getting a new spot to pop
is like hopping on a new horse, a'ight?
You gotta break 'em in slow and easy.
You got one rule for all horses?
What if you get a stallion?
Shit. The wilder, the better, right?
Yo, you goin' to Terry's surprise party?
Mm, I don't know. I don't really do bowling.
Oh, come on.
I was looking forward to seeing you in that bowling shirt.
Bet you got your own shoes and balls and all that shit.
Nah, but I can knock down all them pins, though.
Hey.
Y'all have been here for over an hour.
And I already told you, no loitering.
Yo, this is a public street corner.
Listen, you might not dress the part,
but there's only one reason
a girl like you stands on a block like this,
so you and your pimp need to get moving.
Yo, did you just call her a ho?
If the corner fits.
Nigga, I will fuck you up. Keep playing with me.
Yo, B. Come on. We don't need--
If y'all are still here when I get back, I'm calling the police.
♪ I said hold my paper ♪
♪ Got all my--waiter ♪
♪ You want it? I got it Then come get it ♪
Take these, and...
Why don't you just build on your own property?
Because you got the best corners.
Look, how about this? Um, we'll do a deal.
I'll even throw a railroad in the pot.
Hmm?
Mm, no.
No? - Give-give me my house.
No, no. - Give me.
No, no. You can't--you can't have it.
Come on, Zoe.
It's time for you to do your homework.
Are you gonna come to the tennis practice tomorrow?
Stop stalling and give him a hug.
Mm...
Bye, Dad.
You hear what she just called me?
You need to take that call?
I didn't even know Zoe was into tennis like that.
Yeah, she took it up a few months ago.
Her guidance counselor said that he thought
it was a good idea to keep her mind right.
Well, she any good?
Lamar, what are you doing?
I'm just trying to get to know my daughter better.
I mean, it was cool you came to see Zoe,
but if you gonna be coming around on the regular,
I'ma need to know you gon' be here.
That's not gonna be a problem.
I mean, 'cause what if you get sent away again?
You don't need to break her heart twice.
Monique...
...I promise you,
I ain't gonna let anybody hurt you or Zoe.
And I ain't going nowhere.
My place is right here with y'all.
Y'all ain't sold a single bag yet?
Man, the robo-cop's been rolling all day.
Did y'all at least try to find a store to post up in?
Do you see any stores around here?
Why am I just now hearing about this, given how pressed we are?
I'm not finna alert you every time the wind changes, a'ight?
I'ma handle shit.
Obviously, you not, nigga, blowing a whole fuckin' day.
Hey, my man. You ain't going to the factory?
I'm not paying $500 for a permit
to get on that damn lot.
What'd you say your name was again?
David, but everybody call me Fonzo.
James Williams' mom hasn't seen or heard from him in days.
Who the hell is that?
Street name is Jay-Mo.
Leader of 12th Street, and you don't know him?
Boy, that's weird,
considering you've been running this roost since, uh...
you said something like...
"Since I was learning to hold my dick and take a piss."
I don't know this kid.
Yeah, well, Jay-Mo
just happens to be the Flenorys' biggest rival.
You two, in the war room, now.
I reviewed the Flenory file.
You make this about your own personal fiefdom,
hoarding intel and witnesses.
Oh, it's not your fault.
It's the walls, it's the institution,
how you were trained.
All that ends right now.
Detectives Bryant, Lopez,
this is Commander Marceline Beckwith,
Michigan State Police.
She's your new division head.
Every one of our drug cases,
including the Flenory file,
it goes through her now.
Good evening, Detectives.
What Captain Ward means
is that the State Police has initiated the Downriver Area Narcotics Operation,
which we're calling DRANO.
Ecorse PD will be joining me and officers from local jurisdictions
to ID and dismantle drug organizations in the area.
But we're making progress on our own.
Don't wanna to get a mixed metaphor, but we're still in the weeds.
This will give us a bird's-eye view, help us connect the dots.
For the next 18 months, you will have more resources,
more reach, and more respect than you ever dreamed of.
And you'll still be taking out bad guys from your old cases.
What is not to love?
Not a goddamn thing.
Welcome to the team, gentlemen.
I'm a history buff,
so let me put y'all up on game.
After the '67 riots,
white folks fled the city for the 'burbs,
making the D "Chocolate City."
In 1973, Detroiters elected their first Black mayor,
Coleman Young.
I issue open warnings now
to all dope pushers,
to all rip-off artists.
It's time to leave Detroit,
hit 8 Mile Road.
And I don't give a damn if they're Black or white,
if they wear Superfly suits
or blue uniforms with silver badges.
Hit the road.
So in the '80s,
when the State Boys joined the drug fight,
Mayor Young wouldn't let them patrol inside city limits.
So the state did the next best thing
they united law enforcement agencies all around the city.
Remember, Detroit
was the murder capital of the world in '85 and '86,
right when me and Tee jumped in the game.
Even though we from the D,
we started off making our money in River Rouge, Ecorse,
and all the other Downriver communities.
That put us directly in the crosshairs of DRANO.
Hey, this shit is a roach coach for real.
Hey, watch your mouth.
Tell me what the hell y'all want,
'cause I know that damn permit ain't come for free.
Say yes to us using your truck...
...and you gonna get this same stack every week.
What y'all selling?
Rocks.
Ain't interested. - Shit.
Guess you won't be needing this permit then.
Hey, what'd you say your name was again?
Friends call me Fonzo. You can call me David.
All right, Fonzo.
Why the fuck are you cooking out of this roach coach?
Call my truck that again.
Chill out. - No, no, no. Go ahead.
Look, we ain't trying to disrespect you
or your livelihood, a'ight?
We're really just trying to help you.
By selling drugs outta my truck?
Obviously, you like to cook, right?
But you just don't got the resources to do it.
Look, my brother and I used to cut out pictures
of everything we wanted.
Cars, shoes, chains, anything,
and then we used to talk and dream about those things
until they actually became our reality.
So I'm asking you, Fonz,
what you want your reality to be?
I mean, I do want my own restaurant.
Yo, you gonna be making so much money,
you can open your own shit downtown
instead of working out of a--
out of a tightly confined space like this.
Damn.
All right. But on one condition.
What's up?
You gonna have to apologize for insulting my truck.
Fuck you, nigga.
That's close enough.
Peek-a-boo.
Help! Help!
Nurse!
Help!
Nurse!
Crew do miss you, man.
I can't say I feel the same.
But it does pose one question, though.
What are you gonna do when you get out of here?
Please, leave me the fuck alone.
A'ight.
You know, America is a beautiful country.
It'll be a shame if you didn't get to see all of it.
What you say, Filmel?
When the doctors let you go,
how about...
you get in that janky-ass car of yours
and you take a road trip
for the rest of your fuckin' life, huh?
- Huh?
You gonna take that trip, right?
Nigga, I said you gonna take that trip, right?
- Hmm?
Yeah, that's what I thought. Good boy.
Friends do a lot of things.
But a sponge bath ain't one of 'em.
Come on, gentlemen.
Let's show our ladies how much you love 'em.
Guys, who's ready to give you a lap dance?
Destiny to the main stage. Destiny to the main stage.
Damn, girl.
Keep doing that shit.
I need a favor, though.
Cool, but... I'ma need some more money.
That ain't nothing. Don't trip. I got you.
Come on, gentlemen. Reach into those pockets.
Don't be cheap. These ladies are beautiful.
Show 'em your love.
Well, then I got you, too, boo.
And joining onstage now...
What the fuck are we doing here?
...Poundcake. Hey.
Show her some love, fellas.
Show her some love.
How the hell you plan on getting out of this hole
when you blowing all this damn cheese on this bitch?
Man, you gotta spend money to make money, Tee.
Damn, you see them factory dudes in here?
They come in here after work,
like, to blow steam off their backs, you know,
make more bang for their buck, cheaper shots,
and longer lap dances, nigga.
A'ight, I tipped baby girl to let us know
which factory dudes in here like to smoke and get high.
I guess y'all ain't trying to get my paper back for real, huh?
Y'all blowing my shit up in this raggedy-ass titty spot.
Y'all could have at least went to TJ's or the Black Orchid with my shit.
Y'all got time to fuck off?
Cool. I'm moving y'all delivery date up a day.
Come on, man. You can't do that shit.
I can do whatever the fuck I want to.
I'm God. Remember?
It's good to see you on your feet, Tee.
Maybe you can get your brother back on track.
I don't know, but y'all got
three days, straight up.
Wasting my motherfuckin' time in this stinkin'-ass spot.
Go get my scratch.
Where the fuck did he just come from?
Hey, I don't fuckin' know, man.
Nigga been hawkin' us for days, man.
Let's stop fuckin' around with his money
and get him paid.
Motherfucker, are you listening?
Yeah. Give me a minute.
♪ When I walk in the club ♪
♪ They know my name ♪
♪ This is my city This is my fame ♪
♪ This is my clout This is my dope ♪
♪ Got that fam Knockin' at my door ♪
♪ I'm settin' up shop Gon' play at the table ♪
♪ You got my money... ♪
Damn, I think the thick one's into you.
Do I know you?
No, but you should.
Man, I heard you like to have a good time.
I got some party favors that'll blow your fuckin' mind, dawg.
That's for you right there. That's on the house.
Yeah.
If you diggin' it, spread the word.
Let everybody know at work.
Tomorrow you can find me by the food trucks.
All right. Good looking out.
Already know what's up.
Hey!
Hey, hey. There he is.
My grandson.
How you doing, Lawanda? Let me hold the little man.
I'm good. I'm good. Thanks.
Mm-hmm.
Get any sleep?
No.
He be keeping me up all night.
That sounds about right.
I used to put Demetrius and Terry in the car.
Seemed like rollin' around with them put 'em right to sleep.
You should try it.
I mean, who can't fall asleep in a Mercedes, right?
Here, let me grab him back really quick.
Oh, yeah.
Been meaning to ask you about your uh, your uncle,
the one that bought you the car.
Oh, yeah. Uncle Troy.
Yeah. He from around here?
No, he lives in Pontiac.
Oh, out by the Silverdome, huh?
Yep.
You know, the only time I get to see him
is when we go to a Pistons or a Lions game,
which is why he bought me the car,
so we could take little TJ to see him more often.
Hey, what's going on?
Just catching up with Lawanda.
She was telling me about her uncle,
the one who lives out by the--
Oh, out by the Silverdome. Troy, right?
Yeah. I'd love to meet him sometime.
Where you been, boy?
Ain't you supposed to be sitting around the house all day?
Uh, Terry Jr. needed some baby formula.
Yeah, and they were actually out,
and my head started throbbing.
So I came back to see if Lawanda could go.
All right, y'all take it easy.
♪ Yo, yo, yo ♪
Oh, shit.
♪ Talented Charismatic ♪
♪ And also a little driven ♪
♪ Been driving with this mic ♪
♪ By my side like A little pip ♪
♪ And I know I'ma make it ♪
♪ Guess you could Call it intuition ♪
♪ I'm patching up the holes In my game ♪
I told you about smoking outside this house like that.
Well, I got nowhere else to go.
You kicked me out, remember?
Well, that's the bed you made, Demetrius.
You right, Ma.
Crazy part is, I just paid a mortgage
on a place I'm no longer welcome.
Your father and I told you not to do that.
It was the right thing to do.
No, you did that to make yourself feel good.
No, I did it because our family needs a place to live in, Ma.
What's more important?
Doing good with dirty money or being homeless
and holy out on the street?
You had no right to go against our word.
No right.
How the hell am I supposed to tell your father that?
I'll tell him, Ma. You don't got to do it.
Boy, hush, hush, okay?
And don't you say nothin' to nobody
until I figure this out.
You hear me?
- You are my heart,
and I love you to death, but one of these days,
you're gonna need to learn to listen to somebody.
♪ Let's go back To the basics ♪
♪ Let's go Back to the basics ♪
♪ Back to the basics ♪
♪ Back to the... basics ♪
You remember what it's called, right?
Yeah. Burger Stone. No, Stone Burger.
That's right.
- Got it? - Yeah.
- You sure? - Mm-hmm.
Let's get it.
You sure about all this?
Get your fuckin' head in the game, man.
Everything straight?
Yeah.
Obviously, something going on between you and Meech.
Just wondering if I need to be worried.
About what?
I want to run with a crew that's gonna last,
where I can move up.
So, I mean, if it's some trouble--
Any trouble Meech and I got, that's between fam, a'ight?
We fight, curse, whatever we do,
but, shit, at the end of the day, that's still my nigga.
Big Dog!
What's up?
Was that shit A1 from day one?
Hell, yeah. Where can I get some more?
Right here. Step up.
Tell him you want a "Stone Burger," all right?
- Stone Burger. - He gonna hook you up.
All right, cool. Good looking out.
One Fonzo bacon burger special.
Hey, I'm looking for something called a Stone Burger,
but I don't see it.
Yes, sir. It's on our secret menu.
Okay, cool. Let me get five of 'em
and five fries in separate bags.
Five Stone Burgers and five fries coming right up.
Thank you.
Next.
Yeah. Can I get two of them Stone Burgers, please?
Comin' right up.
I still got the same shit I had earlier this morning.
Let me explain two things.
The 50 Boyz never went to cars to sell drugs.
And we never, ever,
under any circumstances, sold to white people.
Don't look at me like that. You gotta understand.
Detroit was damn near all Black in the '80s.
You saw a Shay Whitey in the hood,
you knew it was the po-po.
Or they was gonna attract the po-po.
And this motherfucker up there lollygagging with them.
No, sir.
What the fuck is you doing, man, huh?
What the fuck you kick me like that for?
Man, focus up, nigga.
What the fuck is you fuckin' doing?
Hey, everybody, huddle up. Come on, man. Let's go.
Hey, look, we got two days to sell the rest of this shit,
so I need everybody out here to focus up.
And I got a Rolex for whoever sell the most in the next 48.
Oh, that's mine.
That's what I'm talking about, baby.
Yeah, we gonna see.
So let's get to work, niggas.
Cracking the whip ain't always
about beating on a motherfucker.
It's about knowing which buttons to get people to do
exactly what you need them to do.
♪ '80s crack era ♪
♪ CdawgVA Bubblegoose, black leather ♪
♪ Stack mad chedda Drop chedda ♪
♪ Gucci watch With the sweater ♪
♪ My bop better ♪
♪ Wave top, it's the texture ♪
♪ Women wanna feel on me Feel free ♪
♪ With north beat I'm still on key ♪
♪ Me and Clee shine through The cloud like sun ♪
♪ The fair one ♪
♪ Haters wanna ask how come Allow none ♪
♪ Move like ninja in dark Body cloth ♪
♪ Cartel shells Derail your body parts ♪
♪ Can't stop what's unseen Young king ♪
♪ For you clowns I'ma say one thing ♪
♪ M-O-N-E-Y, stay fly ♪
♪ M-O M-O-N-E-Y, stay fly ♪
♪ M-O-N-E-Y, stay fly ♪
♪ Stay fly Stay-stay-stay fly ♪
♪ Stay fly ♪
♪ Three-way hopper ♪
♪ Deep state dropper ♪
♪ Any sound systems aside A bass knocker ♪
♪ ¿Qué pasa? ♪
♪ Never played With a mobster ♪
♪ Straight rocker Old Bay over lobster ♪
♪ Living like this won't end No friends ♪
♪ Feel our firsts on ten Chrome rims ♪
♪ Camouflage Close to the cut ♪
♪ Stay fly, stay fly Stay-stay-stay fly ♪
♪ Stay fly ♪
Yo, the food trucks
and the rec center got us on target to hit Pat back
and have some leftovers to cop
some of our own shit.
I told you can't nobody stop us when we work together.
You know, speaking of teamwork,
-we can start splittin'-- - Scoot!
Po-po!
Assume the position. Put your hands on the car.
Keep 'em where I can see 'em.
What?
Put your hands on the car,
and keep 'em where I can see 'em.
Nigga, hurry the fuck up.
Nobody's seen or heard from Jay-Mo.
Please, please, tell me you ain't do nothing stupid.
Man, I smacked him up a bit and sent him on his way.
A'ight, shit, he probably at Cedar Point
somewhere with his girl.
He been missing since I dropped him off to you.
Man, I don't know where that nigga at.
Clearly somebody is making a play for 12th Street.
And it sounds like it's more internal than external,
if you ask me.
New drug task force being formed.
Watch your back.
What? That's what we got you for.
I ain't gonna have much wiggle room.
So, you know, this here, this your heads-up.
Hey, yo, what the fuck happened to Jay-Mo?
B-Mickie smoked Jay-Mo, bro.
No. No. There's no fuckin'--
Why the fuck would he do that?
Nigga, I don't know.
I pulled out trying to see if he shot you.
And I wasn't sure, so I ain't fire.
Then that nigga did.
So y'all just been lying to my face
this whole time, Meech?
Where the fuck is the body?
B-Mickie put it somewhere in the river, man.
I don't fuckin' know.
You weren't even there?
Oh, my God.
Meech, if that body shows up...
Yo, 50/50 ain't even a discussion no more.
From now on, we equals,
or you could just start running shit with B-Mick.
Nigga, quit being overdramatic.
We on, or I'm out.
A'ight, man. Fuck it, man.
Damn.
All right, then.
Shit, the first shit we need to do is holla
- at B-Mick's ass about-- - Nah.
First thing we got to do is ante up our loot,
so we can pay Pat back.
Then I'ma ask him for some supplies
so we can start cookin' up our own shit.
Fuckin' dickhead.
- What's popping, Meech?
Ain't shit. Ain't shit. The old man in?
Yeah, he's in the back. Make sure you knock first.
A'ight.
Him and Junior in the back with a couple honeys.
So ain't no tellin'.
But uh, I'll buzz you in.
What's crackin', Pat?
Oh, shit. Meech.
My young boy.
Ah!
Yeah, my man, 100 grand, always coming through.
Always.
Nigga. Hell, yeah.
That's what's up, my nigga.
What's up? You want to celebrate with us, man, have a drink?
Oh, no. Shit, I got to go, um-- go to Terry's party.
I'ma be late, but I'll catch you this week.
Oh, for real, man? A'ight, nigga.
That's what it is, later, though.
Later. That's cool. That's cool. That's cool.
I'll see you next time. That's what's up.
Hell, yeah. Hell, yeah.
♪ Ah ♪
♪ No rapper can rap Quite like I can ♪
♪ I'll take a musclebound man And put his face in the sand ♪
♪ Not the last mafioso I'm a MC cop ♪
♪ Make you say go LL And do the Wop ♪
♪ If you think you Can out-rhyme me ♪
♪ Yeah, boy, I bet... ♪
Ooh! - Whoo!
Lucky motherfucker, man.
Let me see y'all do that shit.
I'll put 100 on it you can't do that shit again.
You know, you look kind of cute with that patch on.
Yeah?
In, like, a Slick Rick kind of way.
Cute ain't really something I associate with him,
but thanks.
Why you gotta hate on Slick Rick?
Hey, buddy. How you feeling?
Hey, Mr. Ryan. I'm still recovering, you know?
Just glad to be home.
That's great.
- This is Monica. Hey.
I brought all your assignments like you asked.
Oh, wow. I appreciate that.
Thank you.
Y'all bowling, right?
Well, we didn't bring our shoes and balls for nothing.
- It's good to see ya. - All right.
Did you just have your teacher bring your homework
up here for real?
It's called gamin', Lawanda.
Yeah. Brown-nosing's more like it.
Yo, give me a sec.
What up doe?
How'd it go with Pat?
Let's talk about that shit later, man.
Nah. Are we going or we not?
Where the fuck B-Mick at?
Hell if I know. I ain't that nigga's keeper.
The hell you just say to me?
Man, chill with that shit, Tee.
Hey, go on, Kato.
No, fuck that shit.
I'm tired of all you motherfuckers treating me like a ho.
And I'm not just talking about Kato either.
I'm talking about yo ass,
B-Mick, and the motherfucker that shot me.
I'm a fuckin' boss.
From here on out, I'm ruling with a iron fist, Meech.
I ain't doing that bullshit no more.
They're out of paper.
You know they out of paper, right?
Anybody see you come here?
Come on, puddin'.
You know I can slither my way in and out when I want to.
Speaking of which, you been working
with Meech and Terry for a while.
Lamar, don't fuck me over.
They're just starting to trust me.
I don't renege on good-faith deals.
So you tell me everything I wanna know,
and I'll make sure we both get paid.
There's something going on between Meech and B-Mickie.
When I say I wanna know everything,
I wanna know everything.
Who's holding.
Where they keep they weight and they money.
Now, you know a good-faith deal goes both ways, right?
And I don't grant exit clauses.
So start spilling.
Put that shit on the motherfucking table, nigga.
♪ Let me Tell you a story ♪
♪ About this boy right here ♪
You in the mix with DJ Kutz. Welcome home Southwest Tee!
What's up to Big Meech and the 50 Boyz Crew.
Puttin' this song. Let's rock out!
Come on, we should go.
My mom's with the baby.
I ain't ready to go yet. But here, here.
Come on!
Nah, nah, nah, redo. Double or nothin'.
♪ Let me tell you a story about this boy Raheem ♪
Hey, ain't that that nigga Tiny from 12th Street?
♪ He would bring me flowers and chocolate ♪
♪ Tell me I'm the only girl he wanna be with ♪
Hell, yeah, that's that nigga.
♪ Gold BBS' goin' hard ♪
Shit, I guess we know who running 12th Street now.
He probably the one that stomped out Filmel.
And that's probably the nigga that popped me, too.
- Nah, fuck that. - Ah, chill, Tee.
Look, we gonna see about this motherfucker, man.
All we got to do is be smart about it.
We gon' get that motherfucker.
Fuck that nigga, man.
- Fuck y'all. - Fuck you talking about.
♪ We shot callin' ♪
♪ We straight ballin' ♪
♪ Everybody ain't no solvin' ♪
♪ This for the family ♪
What's up, babe?
I'm sick of you treating me like shit!
Yo, what the fuck?
You act like I just made you take the bus home.
You drove in a brand-new Benz.
Man, I don't care about that shit.
- Then what's the problem? - You didn't even have
the decency to walk me to the car, Terry.
I'm the one who lied to the police for yo' ass.
I lied to your parents.
I'll lie to your- your fuckin' brother
and do whatever the fuck else I gotta do to make sure you win,
'cause when you win, our family does, too.
But you keep treating me like I'm fuckin' disposable, and I'm not.
I am the mother of your child.
I'm your fuckin' partner.
So you better respect that shit.
Look, look, look. You right. You right. You right.
No, get the fuck off me.
Look, look. I'm sorry.
And I promise, I'm never gonna take you for granted again.
Wait, wait, wait.
It's still too early for me to have sex.
Ain't nothing wrong with your mouth, though.
When's the last time you ate my pussy, huh?
Yo, come on. You was pregnant.
With your baby, nigga.
I told you that's against my religion.
Oh, okay. But sucking your dick ain't.
Such a hypocrite.
You really meant what you said, though?
Hell, yeah. Every word.
Hey, babe.
Hey. I went to the bank to try to make a deal on this mortgage,
and they told me it had been paid in full.
You went to Pastor Shifty...
No.
...after I told you I don't need no outside help
providing for my family.
Now call the church and put a stop payment on that check.
I can't. Oh, you can and you will.
No, really, Charles, I can't.
Well, fine, you give me the number, and I'll call.
Meech paid the mortgage.
I didn't know he'd done it until it was too late.
How long have you known?
How long?
We not takin' it.
How we gonna un-pay something that's already been paid?
I don't care how it happens,
but you gonna do what I tell you, or else.
Or else what, Charles? What are you gonna do?
Hey, hey, hey. Come on, guys. Stop fighting like this.
Stay out of this, boy.
Now, you gonna do what I tell you.
No, you are my husband, not my daddy.
I don't take orders from you.
Ma, Dad, chill.
You want Meech to be the man of this house so bad?
Fine.
Give him the key.
You let him come and go as he pleases.
I'm outta here.
- Come on, Pops. Ma--
Ma.
What's crackin'?
I've been calling to page you all day.
So you just thought it was a smart idea
to pop up unannounced?
What you talking about? We need to rap.
Look, I ain't got time for this.
Man, I don't give a damn if you got company in there.
Look, we need to talk about this motherfucker Lamar right now.
Bye, Demetrius.
It's for your own protection.
- Here I go, nigga. - Hey.
You best push on before you get your head cracked.
Come step outside, then, if you so bad, nigga.
Nigga, you ain't gotta say nothing
but a fuckin' word, nigga, huh? Oh, okay.
Really, Meech? Zoe's in here,
and you pulling out a fuckin' strap?
Hey, yo, get the fuck away from my house
before I call the police.
A'ight, fuck it, then. We done.
Nigga, you been done. Get to stepping, nigga.
Nigga, fuck you, charcoal-ass nigga.
Fuck you talking about?
Fuck out of here. You ain't bad.
Young-ass nigga. Shut the fuck up.
The foundation of all relationships is trust.
If you don't trust the one you with, they become a threat.
And threats can take you out.
You gotta see people for who they really are.
And I was just starting to get a clear picture of everyone.