Why the fuck is Meech here?
I brought him in to fill in the blanks on Lamar.
Dead man walking, huh?
That makes two of us, pussy.
Demetrius, is this the man that shot you?
Well you know he ain't gonna snitch and say who shot him.
Right now, I don't know anything.
There's value to working hard and playing hard.
Yo, Earl, I'm pressed for time,
and I need to get this work back.
Sister Lucille, everything okay?
It's about my marriage.
Lately, we've been lacking intimacy.
Blood don't make you family--loyalty does.
Nigga buying new cars and shit. We just got robbed.
I just hope this shit works out.
Sounds too good to be true.
Look, you don't have to worry about anything
except how much you gettin' paid.
They found what you put in my car.
Put your hands behind your back.
We got to get the fuck on up outta here ASAP.
What the fuck?
I gotta pee.
Are we there yet?
We ain't left Michigan yet, dummy.
Can y'all stop before I pull over and whoop both y'all?
Man, move.
- What's wrong with you? - Ow!
Uh-uh. No, no.
Y'all better settle down now, okay?
Now, we gonna lift our voices up in praise.
Ooh, this my jam right here.
- Come on now. - You know I know.
Mmm.
♪ We find everything ♪
♪ We put our hands to do ♪
Ha ha.
♪ You know The devil always comes ♪
♪ But that ain't hell ♪
♪ Oh, are we really ♪
♪ Doing Your will ♪
♪ We've come over A lot of mountains ♪
♪ And all we see for Miles are hills ♪
Damn, I ain't heard that shit since we was kids.
In English class we read this poem
by Robert Frost about two roads diverging
in the woods and shit and how you can't travel both.
Gotta choose one and stick with it all the way.
Denise, if you help us,
our boss has agreed to work with the DA
to get you a lighter sentence.
This is a 650-lifer state.
You get caught in Michigan with any drugs above 650 grams,
it's automatic 20 to life.
Your dumb ass got caught with 3 keys,
which is 3,000 grams,
which means that you ain't never ever,
ever...
getting out of jail unless you help us.
U-uh--
Uh-uh-uh.
Now we know you work for the Flenory Family Car Service.
What we need to know is
are you transporting for Terry and Meech?
I--
Get out. I wanna talk to my client in private.
Who the fuck is you?
Unless you wanna disregard the sixth amendment
and get whatever case you think you have thrown out
since you want to violate my client's right to counsel.
Night, night.
- You're my lawyer? - Not exactly.
But I work for Mr. Culpepper
over at Moss, McAleese Mims law firm.
I'm here to help.
I don't understand.
Look, all I can tell you is that looking at your case,
you're probably gonna have to do some jail time
no matter what.
But you have some friends.
Are my friends covering your fees?
Of course. And they'll continue
to look over you and your son financially.
Provided you do what you're supposed to do,
his college education will be practically paid for.
But if they go away, it's bad for all of us.
Look, take some time to think over their offer.
But don't take too long.
Here's my card. Call me.
I should have known I couldn't trust your bitch ass.
You people think I'm stupid?
You hocked my shit and bought this goddamn ride.
I'ma beat you ass like family do.
A'ight, Meech, chill.
Meech, chill, chill.
Yo, you bleeding. You bleeding, nigga.
Chill, what the fuck?
It's all right. Give me them keys, nigga.
I'm jacking this bitch.
Forks in the road can be illusions.
Sometimes, no matter what path you choose,
you end up exactly where you was always supposed to be.
♪ I got everything On the line ♪
♪ 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 ♪
Charles...
you sure you don't want to go on the retreat?
Chicago is a nice city and...
and we could all use a change of scenery.
Our family and business fallin' apart and you want
to go on some church retreat?
Look, I'm upset about the boys too.
But it's now that we need our faith the most.
I'm not in the mood to be preached to.
And from your performance last week at church,
didn't look like you were either.
Nicole, go upstairs so I can talk to your father.
It ain't like Nikki ain't never seen or heard any of this.
Fine.
The scratch we got from the chop shop
for James' whip-- we got about 15 Gs left.
You think your boy Earl in ATL is still
gonna let us cop with that?
Shit, probably not, since you want to hire
fuckin' Nancy Drew to drive us.
Yeah, man, that seemed like the best option at the time.
Relax.
What the fuck?
Yo, man, What the fuck, Meech?
I need that shit.
Get your fuckin' head in the game, nigga,
and stop worrying about school so much.
That's your problem now.
Worry about Denise.
If she don't take our offer, we S-O-L, Tee.
So there we were on the road less traveled,
hoping to connect with a blast from the past.
Meech was confident, but neither one of us
knew what was about to go down.
We just knew we was gonna be together no matter what.
Look, Lamar, I don't want no trouble.
Then pay up.
Meech and Tee don't run these streets no more, nigga.
I do.
Motherfucker.
Hey, man, run that.
Hurry up.
Bitch-ass nigga.
Damn, we a long way from home.
Well, I'm in surgery at 8:00,
but maybe I can pencil him in.
Damn, everybody in this city is a damn Huxtable.
My nigga.
Thanks for having this meeting with us, man.
- No problem. - This my brother Tee
right here.
I ain't seen your ass since Vegas.
How things been with my boy K-9?
Man, shit, dope till the fuckin' drought hit.
That's why we trying to scrape up shit now.
I really came to tell you we only got 15 Gs on our name.
So I really need you to front us.
Even if I could, I ain't getting paid less
while somebody sit on my paper
till they work flow again.
There's gotta be something we can do.
Man, come on, Earl.
Look, I came all the way out here, man,
after I put my body on the line so you can get paid in Vegas.
Rumor is there's a kid named Pint
who can turn one bird into two.
Oh, my God. Let me guess-- this Black Houdini motherfucker
pull a ho out of a hat, too, if he need to break one off?
The nigga just trying to help us, man.
- Goddamn. - Is he? Is he?
The shit sounds like a fuckin' fairy tale to me.
Yo, just point me to the hottest dice game in the city.
Can you do that?
What, you a stick-up kid or some shit?
Man, hell no.
Nigga trying to shoot dice to build bank.
If y'all wanna put it on felt,
I can get you where you need to be.
Bye, baby.
- Love you. - Love you more.
Charles, you're not coming?
- No. - I was hoping to show you
some lyrics to a new worship song
- I been working on. - Well, maybe some other time.
Well, next rehearsal then.
Mmm. I love you, baby.
Oh, don't worry. She's in good hands.
Ain't ya?
♪ Move your body ♪
♪ Move your body Put it on me ♪
♪ Move along there ♪
♪ Move your body ♪
♪ Move Your body ♪
♪ Move your body, Pull it at me ♪
♪ Move your body ♪
♪ Freaky life On the dance floor ♪
♪ Let me see your...♪
Man, we supposed to be making money,
not blowing it on a titty bar.
A titty bar?
These girls don't got no clothes on, man.
Every time somebody from up north roll in,
they say the same thing.
Now give me a sec.
Yo, Meech, get your mind
out of the gutter, man-- let's focus.
Man, you need to stop with all that family shit
all the time with Wanda and let your nuts hang, nigga.
Goddamn.
I ain't gonna lie to you though, some real shit--
Wanda probably the best girl you could have ever found.
I can say that about both you baby mamas.
Yeah. Lori's straight.
But Moe's still stressing about that Lamar shit.
Stressin' how?
Yo, don't tell me she's playing with her nose again.
Meech, that's our fuckin' lifeline to this Denise shit.
Motherfucker, I know that.
Think I don't know that already.
Nigga, she's ain't addicted or no shit like that.
Her and Lamar used to party back in the day together.
So they got latched on some kind of way somehow.
I don't even try to understand it, man.
It's hard to tell why people fall for who they do.
It just happens.
Oh, shit, one-tap-Terry
done caught some feelings for somebody?
Who is she?
Who's the lucky girl?
Yo, fuck you, man. Fuck you!
Ha. Man, you a fuckin' dickhead.
Yo.
Ah, come on, Goldie. Let me have one more game.
- Leon I done told you. - Please!
Your arms is too short to play craps with a god.
Put your money where your mouth is,
or I give you something else to put your mouth on.
I done already told you take your ass on.
And I ain't gonna say the shit again.
Lucky for me, I don't take orders from bitches.
Come get this silly nigga outta here.
Every goddamn Friday, Leon,
you bring your drunk ass up in here.
Get his ass on outta here.
And don't let the door hit you in the pussy on the way out,
silly bitch.
You're too old for this shit.
And what the fuck are you staring at?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I never seen a woman hold it down like that.
Especially the way you smell. Mm-mm.
Flattery will get your young ass nowhere.
And I can tell y'all not from round here,
especially with that rattail shit
comin' out the back of your head.
I'm Goldie. I run shit.
That's what's up. We from Detroit.
And they said Atlanta got country niggas.
Welcome, Detroit, welcome.
I want to buy-in too. Two dice.
Minimum's a G.
You maybe wanna find some action more your speed.
Well, now hold on, Junior.
If the man say he wants some action,
let's give him some action.
7,500. Next roll.
All right, Detroit.
He feeling lucky.
What you hitting for?
Your pick.
Place your bets.
You need Mama to blow on them for some luck?
Uh, son, you hold those much longer and we gonna die here.
Man, Southwest all day.
Ooh.
Fellas, I think we just made us a new friend.
What the fuck is you doing?
I knew I shouldn't have listened to you.
You think you runnin' shit, nigga.
It wasn't my fault. Something ain't right with the dice.
And not to mention, it's my money on the felt,
so I am running this shit.
Just give me the rest of the cash.
You stupid, nigga.
You told me that you could win.
I side bet everything on you.
Now we flat fuckin' broke.
Fuck, Meech!
- I gotta talk to Earl. - No, don't fuckin' do that.
He sent us to this bogus ass place.
The fix was in the moment we walked in this bitch--I'm out.
Aw, come on now, Detroit.
Don't leave, babies.
I will bet against your young asses any day.
Lil' country niggas trying to come down here
with that shit coming out the back of their head.
Come on, put this shit up.
Hm. You don't stop, huh?
Huh?
Well, no-no point in, uh,
sittin' in an empty house.
I'll be, uh, done with all this in a few days.
You had supper yet?
I'm fine. Thanks.
Y'all been real neighborly to me
since I moved in after my divorce.
If you wanna talk, I'm here.
Uh, I think I'ma call it a day.
Sorry. I didn't...
- I didn't mean to upset you. - Oh, no, I know.
This project helps me relax, that's all.
Well, if you need a good distraction,
I'm havin' some people over Saturday night.
It'll be fun.
I've seen you dance.
There's a wild child inside waiting to get out.
I'll think about it.
I'll let you know.
Someone's here to see you.
Hey, little man. What you--
Uh, can you give us a minute?
Sure.
That motherfucker took your Nikes?
Yeah. I just... I decided to walk over here,
since it'll be easier than going all the way home.
Did you hit him like I said?
No.
Well, this kid is not gonna stop picking on you
unless you give him a reason to, yeah?
You know what, never mind. Never mind.
I'm putting you in PAL Boxing or karate or some shit.
No, Dad.
I don't like sports.
Kevin, if you don't learn to defend yourself,
people will be punking you your entire life.
Dad, I'm not you.
Stop trying to make me into somebody I'm not.
Okay.
Come on.
Okay.
But I am going with you tomorrow
to the principal's office.
No, no, no, no.
The situation is already resolved.
- Kevin. - Everything is fine, Dad.
Kevin!
I am not gonna let people keep messing with you
and do nothing.
Seriously, son, you don't have on any shoes!
Now, I'm gonna put an end to this foolishness.
Why do you never listen to what I want?
It's always what you want.
Your answer is not always the right one.
Oh--here you go, Lamar.
Uh, loose burger, chili cheese fries, and a red pop.
Nigga, am-am--
am I invisible, nigga? What happened to my shit?
You didn't pay for food, sir.
He didn't pay for food, sir.
Oh, he doesn't have to.
Ain't that 'bout a bitch.
So you the head motherfucker now, huh?
Getting free shine and dines.
I see you.
I'm just getting what I fuckin' deserve.
What about when them Flenory boys come back?
As God as my witness, and the devil as my hand,
I ain't leaving this Earth till I body Meech.
'Bout time yo ass showed up, nigga.
Break us off something nice for that Lamar tax,
nigga.
I know your soft ass ain't bein' disrespectful.
All right, nigga, fuck on.
Go on. Get. Scram, nigga.
Ha! Nigga, that shit fun.
I can get used to this shit.
Yeah, but ain't no fun
if a king ain't got his queen, though.
And I ain't talking about
that toe sucking for fuckin' bullshit you got going on.
I'm talking about matters of the heart.
You dig?
I mean, what the fuck are we doing here?
You the motherfucker who lost all our loot.
No, what the fuck are we doin' here tapped out in Atlanta?
Chances make champions, Tee.
You wanna spend your whole fuckin' life
on the assembly line like Pops?
Be my guest.
But we never gonna find our next place in here
bitching at each other.
Please don't tell me that you buying into
this crack Jesus mess, all right?
Ho-how do we even know this turn-one-into-two dude
even exists?
Because I exist.
Tee, listen to me, bro.
We supposed to be dead.
Both of us.
Dead. But we not.
We here making a fuckin' come up, man.
Now, look, I know all this shit sounds crazy,
but it ain't crazier than all the shit
we've already fuckin' been through.
You really believe that this is in God's will for us?
I believe in myself.
And I believe in us.
The Lord don't make no mistakes.
You gotta believe everything that's meant to be
is gonna happen.
And that Ty's digits still ain't changed.
Oh, Mrs. Carmichael, uh, my son Kevin and I,
uh, we need to meet with you.
Sorry, I'm booked with conference calls all morning.
You'll have to schedule an appointment.
Look-look, I need to talk to you today.
Maybe after school?
So you're not gonna do anything to protect my son?
Markus Lloyd has been bullying Kevin,
roughing him up, stealing his shoes,
- ruining his cartoons. - Comics books.
Kevin, is this true?
Kevin?
If he won't talk about it
and the staff hasn't seen anything,
there's really nothing I can do.
I'm sorry.
Uh-uh.
You go back to school.
...by a hundred Black Men,
but it's the ladies who rockin' this bitch.
This shit make a muhfucker wanna go to college for real.
Hey, man, I'm surprised
y'all just showed up like this.
Shit, I remember when you told us about this shit.
I told you, man.
Hey, I appreciate you for them tickets though,
- for real. - Come on, man.
You know I look out for my own, bro.
Hell yeah.
Hey, y'all still play hot potato up there?
Different area code, but the game's still the same.
- Ah... - Bullshit.
Boy, this some different type of shit right here.
Everything in that damn stadium was black
except the chalk lines.
Ooh.
See, we still sneakin' around in whips in the D.
Man, y'all riding around this motherfucker
like the king of Zamunda, man.
Hey, bro.
- Meet me at my crib tomorrow. - Sure.
We're gonna catch up, all right?
Hey, hold on.
Give Tee the address. I gotta take this.
All right, bet.
Ayo, our acquaintance is ready to invest in her future,
but she gonna need that first contribution quick.
All right. That's cool.
So... company men still checkin' in?
Yeah, they stop by from time to time.
When you coming back?
I don't know about that yet.
Trying to figure it out now.
It ain't snowing out there no more, is it?
Look, I saved the company's ass.
Don't think I won't save my own.
Denise Gunderson's lawyer went to the DA,
who agreed to let her plead possession
on less than 650 grams.
No way.
- She's eating the charges? - Yep.
And somehow this task force has allowed theft
and violent crimes to escalate
during a fucking drug drought,
which means my ass is on the line.
We don't need a push.
Every person in this room has been busting they chops.
Ha. That's great.
Since you and your partner came up with absolutely nothing.
Timmons, you're up.
Lenora "Big L" Pescado
has been reported missing... and right now,
our biggest person of interest is this guy.
Lawrence Canady, aka K-9.
Known trafficker from the Brewster projects.
His name came up in a shooting outside
of St. Cecilia's gym.
He also owned a Dairy Queen that was shot up last week.
No eyewitnesses on either shooting.
A'ight, so what's your fuckin' theory?
My theory is get your asses back out there.
Look harder, shake more trees,
or I guarantee, this time next month
we'll all be guarding the fuckin' food court at Fairlane.
I can't believe the Flenorys got to Denise.
Add it to the fuckin' list.
What the heck's that supposed to mean?
Nothin'. Nothin'.
I just got a few things on my mind.
Hello. Transparency, remember?
That's when we're on the job.
No, that's in life.
Everything that happens in our personal life
affects us on the field.
I can't have you distracted about your son
when you're supposed to be covering my ass.
I saw your interaction with Kevin.
My older sister Michelle was--
I don't wanna hear your dead kitten speech
after you just got done telling me
you were spying on me and my boy.
I don't give a fuck.
You gotta listen to me because I might
actually have something to say that could help your ass.
My sister Michelle was in a relationship
with an abusive asshole.
She made me promise not to tell our parents
because he was white.
Few months later, he beat her to death
in the middle of the courtyard of his apartment building.
There were tons of witnesses, and nobody helped.
It's why I became a cop,
because nobody was looking out for people who look like us.
That's tough.
Taking garbage off the street is one thing,
but if we can't make the world a safer place
for the people that we love, what the fuck are we doing?
You're right.
Uh...
just need some time to clear my head.
Take all the time you need.
I'll see you when you get back.
Get the fuck off my property!
I just wanna talk. I just-I just wanna talk.
All right? Look I... Look, I know I fucked up, Moe.
But I would never hurt you or Zoe.
Did your dizzy ass forget you put your hands on me
in front of my daughter? And you shot Meech?
How the fuck you defending that motherfucker?
He ain't no different from me.
Look, I ain't no monster, okay? He is.
Look, man, my...
my insides all fucked up because of him.
And even if I wanted to make love to you, I can't.
Look, let's be real clear.
You ain't never touching me again.
I survived for a reason, okay?
I got a second chance at life,
and I'm grateful as fuck for that.
I'm just hoping I can get the same with my family.
Zoe is scared of you.
I had to send her away.
Look, you gotta bring Zoe back home, okay?
It messes up kids when they ripped away
from their mothers.
When my mother died, man, I swear
it fucked me all the way up-- all I wanted was revenge.
Look, just, uh...
I know this gonna take some time,
but, uh...
just-just think about what I'm saying.
Moe.
This nigga.
Again.
Yo!
Meech and Terry jetted, a'ight?
Niggas ain't saying shit.
Tired of doing the same dance with yo' ass.
Cool. 'Cause I ain't here for that.
I need you for something else.
- What up, doe? - What up, doe?
Damn, this shit look like a real crib,
not a goddamn stash house.
Been hiding in plain sight.
Hey, come on, man. Y'all know what it is.
Goddamn! This motherfucker code!
And we still nailing plywood to HUD homes in Detroit.
These motherfuckers out here living fat as fuck.
Goddamn.
Carl, Meech and Terry.
- What up, doe? - A'ight now.
I'm Meech. This my brother Tee.
- What's going on with you, bro? - What's up?
All right.
so what really brings y'all to the A?
Know y'all ain't drive all the way down here
to check out our architecture.
Yeah. I'ma keep it all the way real,
as simple as possible.
We ain't exactly flush right now, but we need to cop.
Problem is, me and Tee got tapped
in one of them dirty-ass dice games.
It's foreign territory, Meech.
It's tough to come rolling in and not know
the lay of the land, you know what I mean?
Yeah, but we thought we had a connect
until ol' boy played us.
Yeah, see, we was told
that there was a dude out here called Pint
who could whip one into two.
Where the fuck y'all hear that from?
Come on, man.
You and I been runnin' and gunnin' since Detroit.
You know me and Tee wouldn't be here for no reason.
Yeah, trust me, I get that.
But you still need money to cop.
Right. That's what I was gonna ask you,
if you can front us 10 keys till we get back on our feet.
Look, man, I wish I could, bro.
- But not in a drought. - Come on, Ty.
Now, look at this shit, man. You out by the lake and shit.
You flush as fuck. Nigga, you got it.
Meech.
Did anybody else take that bet?
Exactly.
Weight's at a premium right now.
So it's in God We Trust or bust.
And I tell you what, if you manage your paper right,
then I'll see what I can do about finding this Pint dude.
Now how the hell I'm supposed to do that?
I only got $1,000 to my fuckin' name, man.
Hey, I suggest that you invest your money wisely, brother.
Look, just show me where they hittin' at.
I quit gambling, bro.
That shit like flushing money down the toilet.
And I work way too hard for mine, as you can see.
So I guess we back at square one.
I didn't think you were coming.
I didn't think so either.
What made you change your mind?
I just needed to blow off some steam.
Well, you came to the right place.
♪ Who was she And what's her game ♪
♪ I gotta know how Anyone could take her place ♪
♪ Yeah, she came in With the games ♪
♪ Such a winner I got A turn in her game ♪
♪ It was...♪
For you.
Oh, no, no. You know I don't drink.
I also know you're a grown ass man.
And if one drink turns you into an animal,
I promise to get you under control.
Um...
Mabel, thanks so much for bringing him.
We hit the jackpot with this one.
Maybe we should get some air.
Oh, Nicole, would you take this?
I want to talk to Sister Riley about the bake sale.
- Hey, Lucille. - Hey, if I asked you
a question, would you tell me the truth?
Of course. Anything.
Are you sleeping with my husband?
What? No. Absolutely not.
I mean, I see the way y'all look at each other
during performances and...
and how you want to show him your music.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I haven't done anything with Charles.
I haven't done anything with anyone at church.
Don't you dare try to play me for no fool.
I see how you come up in here
trying to show yourself off to all these men.
When I was young, I made some mistakes.
But I found my way back to the church.
And I am telling you,
there is nothing going on between me and Charles.
I'm sorry.
I'm so damn tired.
I want you to go home and hug up on your girls.
And you tell 'em sisters gotta always have each other's back.
Why you always say that?
'Cause I mean it.
A'ight, I'ma wait till you get in your car.
You know Goldie good, baby.
If a motherfucker run up on me--
surprise, surprise.
You crazy. A'ight, see you tomorrow.
All right, baby. Get home safe.
What the hell?
Uh-uh-uh.
Keep your hands where I can fuckin' see 'em.
I guess them Detroit boys ain't so slow
after all, huh, Goldie?
What you want?
You want my money? My purse?
Come on now, we smart enough to know
you ain't gonna have shit on you.
We just wanna win back the money
that you and your goons took from us.
I ain't running no game tonight.
Yeah, but I'm sure you know where one's at, right?
You know this the ATL.
And ain't nothing for free.
Come on, baby. You know we know that.
That's why we gonna make sure you good once we straight.
Okay. Okay.
Well, there is a game.
It's going on in Bankhead,
and it's ran by a cat named Mike.
And this ain't no cute shit
'cause homie don't suffer no fools.
Neither do we.
Thanks for helping me clean up.
I haven't had a night like this since I can remember.
You're allowed to, Charles.
Every now and then, it's good to
just treat yourself to something you wanna do.
Well, thanks again.
A'ight, have a good one.
You don't have to rush out either.
♪ She don't ♪
♪ Understand ♪
♪ What it is ♪
♪ That he really needs ♪
♪ Always real chill ♪
♪ On his nerves ♪
♪ Over ♪
♪ Over to me ♪
♪ While you sittin' All alone ♪
♪ He's makin' love to me ♪
♪ You sent him over ♪
♪ Over ♪
♪ You pushed him away... ♪
Mmm...
- Hey, Fat Mike. - Smoke that shit.
I got a cat in here who want to bet high stakes.
You vouching for him?
- He here, ain't he? - What's your name?
Rico. Rico Seville.
Long as you got the cheese, you can enjoy yourself,
Rico-Rico Seville.
♪ Backhand slapped whore ♪
♪ Killed your freak At the bus now ♪
♪ An anthrax bore ♪
♪ Heaters in the South, the Heat seekers to the mouth ♪
♪ Fuck the DEA, My habit was the reason ♪
♪ For the drought, High tolerance ♪
♪ Every day, I have to know ♪
♪ There's a star right Under they fuckin' noses ♪
♪ The weed really run out, I'm start fuckin' coasters ♪
♪ We grab the magazine, Roll the fuckin' roaches ♪
♪ We've got the greenest Ganja sack ♪
♪ I'm leaving some of that I go through this ♪
♪ And a team of lumberjacks ♪
Yeah!
♪ I smoke the blunt ♪
♪ Niggas with my own shit, I ain't roll a rhyme ♪
♪ In months, With ten whole years ♪
♪ We locked a whole block, And fuck the police hounds ♪
♪ We copped the whole Crop, shawty ♪
♪ I warned y'all, I'm a beast up, y'all ♪
♪ This is often we own y'all, I wanna smoke some shit ♪
♪ Where that, where that? I wanna smoke some shit ♪
♪ Where that, where that? I gotta smoke some shit ♪
♪ Where that, where that?
What the fuck are you doing?
These two niggas is working together.
Shut the fuck up!
Mike, goddamn, take it easy.
Look, they first came here thinking
I wouldn't fuckin' notice.
And then y'all... what, y'all bettin' together?
You throwing bustos, ain't you?
What the fuck are you talkin' about?
I ain't stupid, Goldie.
- New dice. - Oh, my fuckin' God.
A'ight, Jerome.
If you're really that fuckin' lucky,
then you and Rico-Rico over there
should keep winning, right?
Because if you don't, I'ma kill the both of you.
And I ain't fuckin' with your ass no more, Goldie.
Roll.
Southwest all day.
Hell yeah. Fuck!
And I ain't fuckin' with your ass no more, Mike.
Don't you ever question
my motherfuckin' integrity, nigga.
You know who the fuck I am.
Fuck you.
Fuck all of you.
Game over. Motherfucker!
Get them the fuck out of here.
Fuck!
The fuck you lookin' at? Pay that motherfucker!
Shit.
Hey, baby.
Welcome back.
- How did it go? - Enlightening.
You lucky you wasn't there.
- Hey. - Hi.
I'm sorry I've been so out of sorts lately.
And we both been under attack,
and it's been wearing on our souls.
And I realize that I have not been
paying much attention to how you might feel and I just...
I just want us to get our groove back.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
Just been a long day.
Well, the day is not over yet.
Ah, Hot Potato Boys back again, huh?
Yeah. You feel me?
There your product, bruh.
That's it?
That's what your money gets you in a drought, bro.
Take it or leave it.
Yeah, I was hoping we at least got twice this.
Nah.
Hey, my man. Yo.
Hey, how much for that whip method?
What the fuck you talking about?
Yo, we seen you measuring sugar over there
like a mad scientist.
Clearly you the motherfucker we need to know,
so what's up, Pint?
I saw you sizing us up deciding whether you
want to fuck with us or not.
Look, man, we get it, a'ight.
You Ty Washington's boy.
We understand.
I got a very specific skill set.
More people find out what I do,
how I do it, less special I become.
Your secret's safe with us, homie.
We're not even from here, we're from the D.
So there's no competition.
And not to mention, we'll break you off.
So what's up? What y'all talking?
Take that much paper off Mike...
y'all must be some real ones.
So for you two...
- price of a bird. - Oh, hell.
Look. Even if you can double it,
we don't know when this fuckin' drought's gonna be over.
We're gonna take everything we can carry, Tee.
- Everything. - Yeah but how we gonna pay him?
You ain't gonna like it.
- Gotta give him your keys. - No, no, no.
Gotta give him your keys and your pink slip, nigga.
I'm not selling my shit.
We don't have no choice.
Give him the shit, man.
Man, you're... you're the fuckin' devil.
No. What? No! Leave me alone. You sell your shit.
Bro, give him the fuckin' keys, man.
Goddamn.
Oh, my God.
Now see, cocaine's a girl.
You got to talk to her just like you would
any other, especially when you whippin' that ass.
You know what I'm saying.
Say Judy!
Yes, ma'am.
Judy.
Give me that big ol' booty.
Ah, there you go. Okay.
Jump, nigga.
There you go.
Okay.
All right, now when you see it start to expand,
you gotta pour some cold water on that bitch
and lock up.
Pow! Yes, sir.
And then you pull out half the come back.
Man, how the hell you learn that?
My old man a basehead.
I ain't wanna follow in his footsteps,
so I did this instead.
What's up with the blueberries?
My blueberry muffins, nigga.
Now focus up and get to whippin'.
Go on, Tee.
Betty Crocker that bitch, man.
A'ight.
You Markus, right?
Yeah, who asking?
Leave Kevin Bryant the fuck alone.
The fuck you gonna do?
There's three of us and one of you.
Damn!
♪ Don't you step on my ♪
♪ Fresh white sneakers, They go with my outfit ♪
♪ Brand new kicks ♪
♪ Punk ass motherfucker ♪
♪ Don't you step on my Fresh white sneakers ♪
Ah, motherfucker!
I catch you cheating again, you gonna need
- a new place to hide, nigga. - Whatever, bro.
- Run that shit, back. - I run it back.
Yo, I was worried coming out here,
wondering if we was heading towards
the right direction or not.
But you really pushed me out of my comfort zone and we won.
That's what a brother's supposed to do.
To me it sound like a nigga want back in BMF.
I never left. I just took a step back.
Oh, for real?
Nah, I'm bullshitting. I'm back in 100%.
That's what I like to hear.
Womb to the tomb.
Womb to the motherfuckin' tomb.
I been lying to myself this entire time.
Truth is I was finally traveling
back down the road I wanted to be on
since the day I set foot on it.
Nicole, can you get that?
Nicole!
This child.
You Meech and Terry's mom?
I am.
A-and you are?
Your boys, they hurt me. They hurt me really bad.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Maybe we should pray together.
Maybe we shouldn't.
I ought to punch your ass
for making me hand over my ride.
Damn, we're going back home with everything
that we came here for.
I'ma buy your Black ass a new car.
Stop worrying about that shit.
And then you go get a red rental knowing
we already riding dirty.
It was no whips left. This was the last one they had.
Just drive the speed limit, how about that?
You motherfucker, I ain't driving shit, nigga.
Your ass is.
Hey, what up?
The man who killed Darius is here.
- He's here with Mama. - Wait, wait, what?
You need to come here now.
A'ight. We on our way. Meech, we got to bounce.
I'm sorry, lady.
Why don't you pray with me?
Please.
Dear Lord...
I ask You to watch over and heal this young man
and let him know that...
And let him know that the pain that he's in is not in vain
and that You have a plan for him
even though it might not be revealed just yet.
I ask You, Lord...
I ask You to forgive my boys,
their trespasses, as awful as they may seem, and...
and let him know that vengeance does not belong
to us, dear Lord, but to You.
A-and it's not too late for him or-or any of us
to be saved through Your salvation.
We ask this in Your Mighty Name.
Amen. Amen.
Choosing a path is easy.
Dealing with the repercussions is not.
Sometimes your loved ones are forced to walk the same path
and you can only hope that they're ready.
♪ We gone Get through this ♪
♪ And I know it 'cause ♪
♪ Trouble don't last always ♪
♪ We gone get through this ♪
♪ And I know it 'cause ♪
♪ Trouble don't last, Last always ♪
♪ We gone get through this And I know it 'cause ♪
- ♪ Lord have mercy ♪ - ♪ Trouble don't last ♪
♪ Always ♪
- ♪ We gone get through ♪ - ♪ We gone get through this ♪
♪ Get through this, I know ♪
♪ Trouble don't last ♪
♪ Last always ♪
- ♪ It don't last ♪ - ♪ It don't last ♪
♪ Please don't last no no ♪
- ♪ No ♪ - ♪ Trouble don't last ♪
♪ Always ♪
- ♪ It don't last ♪ - ♪ It don't last ♪
- ♪ God have mercy ♪ - ♪ It don't last ♪
- ♪ Trouble don't last ♪
- ♪ Last always ♪ - ♪ Last always ♪
- ♪ It don't last ♪ - ♪ It don't last ♪
- ♪ It won't last ♪ - ♪ It don't last ♪
- ♪ It'll soon be over ♪ - ♪ Trouble don't last always ♪
♪ Trouble will be over in the mornin' ♪