Pledge allegiance to the Black Mafia Family!
[all] To the Black Mafia Family!
I finally got a steady supply.
Nigga, we gon' set up shop in other cities
and take over the fuckin' nation.
[person] You and me, we are friends, eh?
- Partner. - Partner, partnership.
Get this Colombian cocksucker out my face.
He now owes this Colombian connect 20 mil
and refuses to pay.
100 keys up front, and we'll be re-upping in a week.
300 kilos.
[person] Holy shit.
This mentorship is over, nigga.
You're a boss now.
You aren't trying to play me, are you?
No, nigga, you trippin'. Let me go.
What are you thinking, huh?
I'ma personally put that crunchy ass
nigga Lamar on the wrong side of the grass for good.
[person] You don't deserve the easy way out.
It's time for us to take this show on the road, Tee,
and head back down South.
What happened to womb to the tomb?
We'll still be womb to the tomb, just 700 miles apart.
Remi Ransom, nigga.
And make sure you spell my shit right.
[gunfire]
[person] Hey, y'all-- hey, get him off the car.
[person] Where the fuck is Ty Washington at?
Oh, shit. Meech, He's over here!
Somebody get some help, man.
That's your kingdom now, Tee.
[Goldie] I need you to go down to Magic City
and ask for this dude named Rodney Green.
You tell him Goldie sent you.
[person] This is Detective Veronica Jin
joining us from Southfield.
Your new partner Bryant here can catch you up to speed.
Marcus Lloyd has been bullying Kevin,
roughing him up, stealing his shoes, ruining his cartoons.
[person] Hear you got a new safe.
[Bryant] Stand down!
That's my son!
[Kevin] Dad, I messed up.
[person] An investigation will be launched immediately.
Hand over your gun and badge.
I'm doing this for Kevin, not your trifling ass.
Baby, please.
I have to be up in three hours.
We ain't been together in over three weeks.
Just treat yourself to something you want to do.
Hey, what the hell's wrong with you?
A receipt from the EZ Rest Motel?
Maybe it's a good thing I got caught.
Maybe God is giving us a second chance,
just not with each other.
Come here.
[Terry] I wish I could stay here forever
and just do this over, and over, and over again.
[person] But I'ma say this once and one time only:
Stay the fuck away from Boom's bitch.
[dramatic music plays]
[person] Saint, what the fuck?
[Terry] Get down!
[gunshots]
♪ ♪
♪ I get money I-I get money ♪
♪ I-I get money I-I get money ♪
♪ I-I get--I get-- I get--I get ♪
♪ I get money, money I got I-I get money, money I got ♪
[Older Meech] When we first started out,
me and Tee was one family,
Detroit versus everybody.
But shit changed.
[Older Terry] It'd been two years since we spoke.
We had different opinions 'bout how we got here.
I felt he'd been too flashy in the clubs,
lettin' his boys run wild, and taunting the five-o
with the billboards.
[Older Meech] But really we got indicted
'cause Tee had been running his big mouth on the phone
while the fucking feds was listening.
Shit, I'm flashy, but also smart as fuck.
And that's why my run was longer than any Black man
in the history of the cocaine game.
♪ ♪
Lucky people don't have a 22-year run.
[metal clanking]
[door buzzes]
Man, you lost weight.
Been fasting, praying.
I'm taking the plea.
And hopefully, while we doing time,
something will work in our favor to bring us home early.
I ain't taking no plea.
I'm going to trial.
I'm going with God.
You know, that's funny
because I was talking to God,
and he told me to tell you to take the plea.
Look, I don't want Mom and Pop seeing us get a life sentence.
I don't want that for Mom and Pops either, nigga.
- But what the fu-- - But nothing, nigga.
The feds got nothing on me and everything on you.
And I'm still willing to take it
so I can have a date to work with and come home.
When you gonna take responsibility for--
Responsibility, nigga?
Who the fuck you talking to, nigga?
[sirens wailing]
[Terry] Markisha, Markisha, stay with me, please, baby.
- [Markisha] Terry. - [Terry] Please, stay with me.
Markisha, Markisha, stay with me, please, Markisha.
Please, please, baby, stay with me, please, babe.
What? What?
I don't think I'm gonna make it.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't- don't say that. You're gonna make it.
- Just hold on. - [medic 1] She's crashing.
- [medic 2] Start bagging. - What the fuck is happening?
[medic] Oxygen is 88. Blood pressure is dropping.
Markisha, Markisha. Come on, baby.
Come on, Markisha. Come on, come on, baby.
Please. Please, Markisha!
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[Charles] Terry.
Thank God you're still with us.
What happened?
We-we were stopped at a light.
Somebody came, and they started shooting at us.
Markisha, she might not make it.
Markisha?
Nigga, that's exactly what the fuck
you get for fucking a bitch who's married
and got kids by another street nigga.
- Married? - Yes.
God help us.
The apple don't fall far from the tree.
Lucille, this is not the time or the place.
You know what, I hope that old bitch dies.
LaWanda, how can you say some shit like that?
- She's a mom. - I don't give a fuck.
I'm a mother too, in case you forgot.
I'm the one that's pregnant with your second child
while you get your-- your dick wet
on the side with that bitch.
Yo, I-I can't deal with this shit right now.
Can you guys just leave? Please.
- Fuck you. - Come on.
This is not good for the baby, OK?
I love you.
[phone ringing]
Why you got to be so stupid?
Meech moved to Atlanta, and now you standing here
bleeding while the rest of our family just falling apart.
I can't lose you too.
I'm not going anywhere, Nikki.
I love you.
I love you too, Tee.
♪ ♪
[upbeat hip-hop music plays]
♪ Let me see what You're working with ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... ♪
♪ Let me see what you're working with ♪
What up, doe?
Big dog. Goldie told me to come through.
Thought you might help me set up shop.
Detroit?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. She made mention.
Said you was all right.
What can I do for you?
Shit, I need intros to local cats,
you know, spots to clean my cash.
OK, OK.
I mean, I do a mighty fine dibble and dabble,
you know what I mean?
A couple of liquor stores scattered here and there.
Oh, yeah?
But for my services, I'ma need about 15.
God damn.
Hold on. We just getting started here.
Look, how about 10 now, then 5 going forward, you feel me?
[laughs]
Detroit.
Yeah, no, uh, 15 now.
10 forever.
Come on, dawg.
You new in town, and I'm all you got.
All right, bet.
I'ma check out the girls and cash my investment early.
Nah, nah, nah.
See, what you need to do is shake my goddamn hand,
come with me over to Platinum Palace.
Now, you want to talk about exotic bitches,
that's where the exotic bitches at.
You a slick motherfucker, huh?
[laughs]
- You know what it is. - [phone ringing]
Let me take this. Hit you up early.
Do your thing, Detroit.
[phone ringing]
Hello.
[Hoop] Yo, I'm at the hospital right now.
Tee and Markisha just got lit up by her old man's right hand.
What? Is Tee OK?
[Hoop] Yeah, yeah, he fine,
but Markisha is critical, nigga.
Damn, that's fucked up, man.
But thank God Tee's all right. That's all I care about.
Meech, listen.
He's acting real crazy, and I'm worried he might ruin
a party we trying to plan.
Man, it's party crashers all over the place.
What? What you mean?
Yo, Meech, I got to handle this.
Tee, catch your breath, dawg.
I need you ten toes down.
Markisha's fighting for her fucking life right now.
And right now we got to thank God you still got yours.
I know you angry.
I was the same way after losing Mo,
and now our daughter ain't got no mama.
But remember what you told me?
Calm down before making any moves.
I kn--I know, I know, but look, the streets is gonna be
watching to see how I handle this.
You left me in charge, so I got to handle this how I see fit.
Tee, you ain't hearing me, dawg.
I told your tender dick ass
not to fuck with that bitch anyway.
She ain't worth it, man.
Fuck you, Meech.
I'm done dealing with niggas that second-guessing me.
If you want to be Meech's right hand,
then take your ass to Atlanta with him.
Yo, I'm just trying to figure out our next move, man.
Get the fuck out of my way.
- Fuck off, nigga. - [Roland] Tee!
[person] I hope you're ready, baby,
for this long, strong, love.
[soft music plays]
I want to feel you.
♪ ♪
Now, sit back and relax.
You deserve it.
♪ ♪
♪ I've been waiting ♪
Welcome to paradise, fam.
God damn.
I ain't never seen no freaky ass shit like that in my life.
See, these lovely ladies are what
I like to call headliners.
Creme de la goddamn creme.
These bitches in here get any dick hard,
you hear me?
I think I'ma grab her tits right there for a dance.
[Greeny] Uh-uh. She ain't available.
♪ ♪
What? Who was that?
[Greeny] Check this out, Detroit.
Listen, I know you fresh off the boat.
And you want to show out. You got the D-boy dollars.
And that's beautiful. That's NBA money over there.
It's a little harder to play when it's the NBA bangers.
Big league shit, you know what I'm talking about?
Shit, I'm liquid, nigga.
That motherfucker got to ask permission
before they can get to their money.
True.
Well, uh, best of luck competing with them motherfuckers.
I'm gon' catch you, Detroit.
Sup, Meech?
- What up, doe? - Hey, take a walk with me.
Glad you finally made your way back.
You missing the D yet?
- No, not at all. - [Dice] Yeah.
[Meech] I'm here to stay.
And those white girls I was telling you about?
Yeah, they on their way too.
Appreciate you coming through on what you promised.
[Meech] You know it.
- [Duffy] What up, doe? - [Meech] What up, doe.
Yo, I'm Duffy.
Hey, Sterl is family.
Said you was coming through, so I guess we family too.
Also said I'd spot your little rattail from a mile away.
[laughs] Y'all, Packard Ave, from the crib?
No, no, I'm from right here.
This is my hometown.
OK, that's what's up.
Hold on, man. That's Ty Washington's chain.
How you get that?
He was like a nephew to me.
Deanna my niece.
Sorry for your loss, man.
He was like a brother to me.
[Duffy] Stacks was one of Ty's top movers.
He an honorary member of us Detroiters.
That's what's up.
Name's Diesel, born and bred.
What up, doe?
What up, Meech?
I'm Rip. Nice shoes.
Thank you, man. Appreciate that.
Pussy ass Remi Ransom?
[hip-hop music plays]
That's that predator-looking motherfucker who killed Ty.
[Stacks] Sure is,
and I can't fuck with him or his punk-ass Eastside crew.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[person] Yo, what the fuck? Get your ass over here.
Fuck off, you hot headed nigga!
♪ ♪
[Meech] Detroit ain't just a place.
It's a state of mind.
And we carry that fighting spirit wherever we go.
So no matter where in the world I was,
just like Joe Louis and Tommy "The Hitman" Hearns,
I always laid down a demo.
[grunts]
[Meech] Don't fuck with the D.
♪ I got everything on the line Out here I'm on the grind ♪
♪ Trying to get mine ♪
♪ At least you Can wish me luck ♪
♪ A nigga moving weight, Tryna 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 ♪
♪ You 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 ♪
[50 Cent] ♪ The D's ain't that good These niggas is rattin' ♪
♪ They tell 'em 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 the dope in their vein ♪
♪ Shorty crying Christmas ain't coming ♪
♪ Her pops locked up ♪
♪ When it hurts the worst ACS find out she knocked up ♪
♪ Welfare ain't an option When the feds come knocking ♪
♪ It's all fucked up So wish me luck ♪
♪ A nigga moving weight, Tryna 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 ♪
♪ You holla at me, man ♪
♪ At least you Could wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you Could wish me luck ♪
♪ At least you Could wish me luck, oh, yeah ♪
♪ Wish me luck ♪
♪ All you got to do Is wish me luck ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
[hip-hop music plays]
[Duffy] Bet you don't fuck
with them Detroit boys no more, huh?
Fuck with the D, see what happens.
[Stacks] Yeah, I see.
Trouble seems to follow you everywhere you go.
[Duffy] Oh, Stacks' jealous ass.
My nigga Meech showed up and showed out.
You know we left the D, but it sure ain't left us.
- [Duffy] Hell yeah. - What's the run down?
Ty was holding us down, but with no access to his plug,
we've been scrambling to find work.
I got pure weight coming down here from Detroit right now--
my half of the 500 bricks me and my bro received.
Man, you got the talk down, but do you got the walk down?
All day, nigga.
I've been taking care of my niece and Ty's kids
ever since he got smoked.
Ty was my family too, and I'm not trying to replace him.
But I damn sure know he wouldn't want me to leave
y'all blowing in the wind either, which is why he
blessed me to work with y'all.
Man, he ain't never tell me that shit.
Man, I ain't fuckin' with your ass.
Man, let's get the fuck out of here.
♪ ♪
Yo, Stacks was the link to all of Ty's distributors.
Without him, you're dead in the water on Ty's network.
And we're in a three-way tussle with them Techwood Boyz,
who got soldiers.
The Haitian cuckoo bird Glock runs the Miami Killas.
They got the guns.
MKs killing niggas with choppers,
trying to run Remi's Techwood Boyz out they projects.
We're just trying to get in where we fit in, Meech.
Just like I fought beside y'all in the club,
I'm gon' be sure y'all eating and survive this war.
First, let me just get this weight down here.
Cool.
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
[monitor beeping]
♪ ♪
[Terry] Hey, hey, baby.
You up?
Tee, I was so scared.
I know, I know, but-but you're here now.
Tee, where are my babies?
They-they just-- they with your folks.
The kids think you got into a car accident.
They're fine.
Hey-
I'ma merc that motherfucker Saint.
Tee, you got to let it be.
I can't take something happening to you.
Boom sent that sadistic fuck after us.
I'm not about to have the streets thinking
it's OK to pop shots into my woman.
But, Tee, you the only thing me and the boys got.
I love you.
I love you too, Markisha.
But I got a business and a whole crew
that's riding on me.
I promise you I'ma handle this,
and ain't nothin' gonna happen to me.
Nothin'.
[hip-hop music playing]
[scatting]
Hey!
Hold up!
Hey!
Come on!
[Headliner] Yo, this is Headliner
from Arrested Development, and right now,
you're in the midst of a celebration,
a celebration of life, death,
and the stories of our ancestors.
♪ Check it out Let me hear you say whoa ♪
- [all] ♪ Whoa ♪ - [Headliner] ♪ Say yeah ♪
- [all] ♪ Yeah ♪ - Say whoa!
Whoa! Yeah!
Whoa!
Yeah!
♪ ♪
Yo, that light-skinned motherfucker
sure got a lot of nerve throwing
the first punch like that.
Hell yeah.
Should have popped his ass when he was here for Freaknik.
- [Claude] Mm-hmm. - He gon' get his, though.
- Believe that. - Mm-hmm.
Hey, yo. Them bags is ready to go.
Hey, help me move this shit.
All right.
♪ ♪
[kid] Remi!
[Remi] Hey, y'all, hey, what's up?
Hey, there's enough for everybody.
Hey, cool out, cool out.
Yeah, there you go. Hey, get one.
Yeah. There you go.
You got one?
Hey, make sure she get one right there.
Y'all bring it in real quick.
Let me holler at y'all.
Hey, look. Y'all on the road to success.
It take hard work and hustle.
Most of all, it take what y'all got in them bags.
These streets dangerous. Always have been.
You know what I'm saying?
So I'm going to need y'all to look out for each other.
Make sure everybody y'all see the school,
get a taste of what's in them bags.
[Milton] My mama said the city is going to tear down our homes
and split us apart 'cause of the Olympics.
That true, Remi?
Hey, little Milton.
Hey, we family.
Ain't nobody gonna tear us apart.
You feel me?
Yeah. Give me some.
That's what I'm talking about.
Red Dogs.
[ominous music plays]
♪ ♪
'Sup, Remi and Claude?
Hell y'all want, Hardy?
- [Hardy] Know what we want. - Hey, what's in the bags?
[Milton] Our lunches.
- [Hardy] Lunch, huh? - [Milton] Yeah.
Give me this bag.
Kang, check this shit out.
These motherfuckers think they the Black Panthers
or some shit.
Y'all think y'all Robin Hood from the hood.
Man, get the fuck out of here.
[car horn honking]
Careful who you pick as heroes.
[dog barking]
Yo, get your little bad ass out of here,
and take this shit with you.
Hey, look, man. We gon' take our licks.
We just asking y'all to wait
for the kids to get around the corner
so they ain't got to see this shit.
Man, shut the fuck up. Damn them kids, nigga.
Nah, fuck you, Stonewall.
Ain't got nothing better to do, nigga?
Ah, shit!
[all yelling]
[Meech] In 1990, Atlanta won the bid
to host the '96 Olympic games.
Wanting to present an illusion of being crime
and poverty free, city officials tasked none other
than the Red Dogs to clean the streets.
The Red Dogs were a police unit formed in the late '80s
by PD chief Eldrin Bell during Mayor Maynard Jackson's
third term in office.
Red Dog stood for...
And these motherfuckers had a green light
to violate our civil rights anytime, anyplace.
I wasn't on their radar yet,
but it was just a matter of time.
♪ ♪
[Charles] You OK, Lucille?
[Lucille] I'm fine.
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
[Charles] Everything's gonna be OK.
I promise.
♪ ♪
I used to feel so safe in your arms.
I wish I could take away the pain and hurt I caused you.
Yeah.
I want to move forward with the divorce.
I love you, Lucille.
And I know that you still love me.
I could feel it when I was holding you.
I think--
I think you should find a new place to live.
Hey, hey, hey.
Divorces take time and money.
And we barely making enough to keep the lights on as it is.
I can't afford to rent someplace else.
It won't cost you anything to sleep on the couch.
I'm not sleeping on no couch.
This is still my house.
You stopped being the head of this house a long time ago.
And every time I lay next to you,
all I see is you inside Mabel.
♪ ♪
[Kevin] When do I get to come home?
I put in a request for a bail hearing.
You'll meet the judge and convince him you're a good kid.
You just got to be yourself.
Comb your hair, brush your teeth,
and I'll bring your suit.
They'll let me go after?
Soon as I get a good lawyer.
[Kevin] I finished a new page.
Bruiser got his powers taken, and now he has to figure out
a new way to beat his enemies.
Well, I'm sure Bruiser will figure it out.
Good guys always win. Right, kid?
Right.
♪ ♪
- [phone ringing] - [typewriter keys clacking]
Fucking asshole.
Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse.
Miss me?
Since you got suspended for suppressing a murder weapon
and creating a public scandal, I got suspended
from DRANO while they investigate both of us.
That ain't shit.
If I don't fix this mess with Kevin,
he goes to juvie, where he'll be eaten alive.
Yeah, well, knowing you, you'll figure something out.
[Bryant chuckles]
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
Terry and B-Mickie are free men.
Meech got a going-away party.
But my boy is drawing cartoons behind bars.
♪ ♪
Damn right I'll figure it out.
♪ ♪
[hip-hop music plays]
[Hoop] I ain't heard shit from Tee,
and the clients keep pressing me.
They worried about all the heat coming from five-o.
Yo, we got weight to move. Oh, I'm sorry.
You're not done talking out the side of y'all necks?
Ah, shit, look.
Hoop, look, about the other day,
it's just, with everything going on--
Man, you talked to me like a ho
and didn't leave no money on the nightstand.
What's up?
That's me, my fault.
I was just trying to talk to you like my right hand.
So look, you-you gonna to stay and rock with me or what?
Yeah. Detroit all day, nigga.
All right.
Since we're starting off with a clean slate, listen.
Meech called.
He want me to bring down half of his weight
so Ty's old crew can move it for him.
[Terry] Oh, my God.
This nigga Demetrius ain't even here,
and he's still trying to call the shots.
And why the fuck is he calling you?
Hey, calm down. I'm just a messenger.
But, dawg, he still Meech.
He's just gonna keep calling and calling.
All right, go on.
Just don't do no dumb shit.
And dress right, please.
Got a suit just for the occasion.
Hey, yo, don't smoke no weed on that road.
Pss, all right.
What up, doe?
Between you and me, I've been moving my shit fine.
So long as you keep it flowing, we straight.
All right, bet.
So how you gon' keep that tap on with K-9
singing like a canary?
Motherfucker might snitch on you and Meech.
When we stole his Colombian plug, he ain't cap us.
I doubt he's gonna mention our name.
Yo, Rollie.
I need you to load the stash cars.
We switched the stashes up so five-o
won't be able to find nothing if anybody get pinched.
And get some of these guys to keep eyes
on the police staging areas so the clients can
move their shit and Meech can get back his work.
[Roland] A'ight, come on, guys. Let's get this money.
[Terry] Fuck, um...
♪ ♪
You got eyes on Saint yet?
Yeah, I got the guys on it.
I'll let you know when I get a line on him.
All right. That's great.
Look, when you find that motherfucker,
I'ma be the one to pull the trigger.
Yeah, so.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[hip-hop music plays]
Hey, partner.
♪ ♪
- Partner? - Yes, ma'am.
Detective Cobie Amberson.
Any relation to Councilman Amberson?
Yeah, he's my dad.
Great detective skills.
Good old-fashioned nepotism.
Explains why a baby like you got fast-tracked to detective.
I don't like entitled assholes either.
In fact, it's why I don't speak to my parents anymore.
I had the money and the resources
to be anything I wanted.
But instead, I chose to be here.
Ladies, ladies!
Mm, mm, mm.
Garr wants you to go down to the hospital
and talk to Terry Flenory's side piece once she's stable.
She got lit up in a drive-by with him.
So I get let go from the task force,
but I get your crumbs?
Ouch, I felt that here.
But I'm too busy chasing bigger fish,
like the names K-9 gave up,
which doesn't include Terry Flenory.
Just so you know, the only reason why K-9 even
snitched on anybody was because of the work
that Brian and I put in.
[chuckles]
You know what they say.
One "oh, shit" ruins 20 "atta boys."
♪ Talking real sweet, But it's prep ♪
♪ School of hard knocks ♪
♪ Ain't got time For another lecture ♪
♪ Full-time damager, Far from an amateur ♪
♪ Breaking Bens like I got Beef with the manager ♪
♪ The max respected Tax collector ♪
♪ Mass Impression, Past adventures ♪
♪ Past oppression, check ♪
♪ Only ride On the money train ♪
♪ Till somebody die, It's all just fun and games ♪
♪ What your mama do, pain? ♪
♪ You think you can hang? ♪
♪ There go another Wrist sprain ♪
I admire the largesse and the initiative.
But real talk, rat-tail, now that we alone,
it ain't like Atlanta's a virgin to Colombian coke.
The Miami Killas got a cartel plug like you,
and them niggas got here first.
Which makes you the Pepsi to their Cola Classic.
Motherfucker, this ain't no taste test.
This is a track meet.
We beating them with speed.
Yeah, it sound good, Meech.
But you need runners to win a race.
Listen, we already got runners. Stacks got the runners.
Once the weight arrives, I'ma sign them all up.
How are you gon' do that short of resurrecting
Ty's ghost himself?
Well, since we mixing food metaphors,
let me serve some truth.
I didn't come here to start no beef.
I came here so everybody gets fed.
So all I got to do is cook him a dish that makes him
hungry enough to want to eat.
You know that expression, right?
You attract more flies with honey.
How we like it?
Hey, Rip, you killed that shit. That was out cold, man.
- [Rip] Yeah. - Shit was smooth.
Let me holler at you for a minute.
What's up?
Man, why you hustling when you cold like that, man?
You got talent for real.
Look, I know talent when I see it.
And my pops told me a lot about music.
Me and him even had a record store back home.
Then maybe you can sell my shit one day.
Shit, when that does happen, I don't want
to see you back on these streets no more hustling, man.
God gave you a gift, and gifts ain't to be wasted.
That's real.
[car horn honking]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
This ain't no dance.
This is business.
And I'm trying to make motherfuckers shine.
Well, all this shine is starting to blind Tee.
Shit, now that you gone, he only focus on his reputation
and capping that nigga Saint for his old lady.
Tee ain't built for no bullets.
This bitch got him acting some type of way.
He does put the T in tender dick,
but he's still my brother.
Which means we got to protect him at all costs.
Have one of your guys put in the work.
He can't be the one to pull the trigger.
You feel me?
No doubt. I got you.
All right.
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
- [Charles] Hey. - [Lucille] Hey.
Long day?
Always.
Some customer came in today, talking about she heard
that Terry had gotten shot again, and how at some point
our boys are gon' run out of luck.
You know, some people need to mind their own damn business.
That is my point.
I mean, everybody knows our business,
especially at church.
I mean, I am so sick and tired of feeling ashamed and judged.
I mean, the house of the Lord is supposed
to be a sanctuary, right?
Not-not a house of gossip.
I just--I feel like I want a--
a fresh start at a new church.
Fine by me.
And don't nobody need to know about our divorce.
It ain't nobody's business but ours.
[door creaks]
[Charles] Hey, Roland.
What up though, Mr. C?
Meech gave you a key?
[Roland] Yes, sir.
And he told me to look out for you, Miss Lucille.
Look, I got greens, steaks, and potatoes.
I got flowers for you too.
Oh, my goodness.
Made my day.
That is so sweet.
[Roland] You know you be like my mother too.
You tell my Meechy I love him.
[Roland] I will.
[Lucille] I'm gonna put these in water.
I'll walk you out.
Listen, man.
I don't know about what you heard
or what you think you know, but this is my house.
So give me my fucking keys.
[upbeat music playing]
♪ ♪
All my birds landed,
just like I told you they would.
Now, I'm giving you these for 25 a brick.
I usually charge 30, but I'm giving
you the family discount.
Just don't tell nobody, and we good.
What's the catch, Meech?
Ain't no catch, nigga. Me and Ty was like family.
And after he died, I did promise
Deanna I'll make things right.
You know, but since you taking care of her and the kids,
I'm willing to cut my profits to put
more money in your pockets.
Well, I guess we ride together then.
Get busy.
Let's get it.
[toilet flushes]
Yo.
He went for the discount.
Good, good.
'Cause we're going to need his ass and his foot soldiers.
I also did that to undercut the Miami Killas.
You know, and move the bag faster.
Plus, word gets out about that price,
we gon' know it's Stacks.
Yeah.
But we gon' need another kind of paper
up in this bitch anyway.
Fuck you talking about?
I need shit to wipe my ass with.
Get your nasty ass up out of here, man.
♪ ♪
Miss Taylor.
Detectives Jin and Amberson.
We're glad you pulled through. How you feeling?
Look, you're in a tough spot.
Your hubby's in jail, and your boy toy's his street rival.
Could it be that Boom ordered this hit
in a jealous rage over your relationship
with Terry Flenory?
If that's what you think, then why the fuck
you not talking to him?
♪ ♪
Jarod St. Jones, AKA Saint,
is a known shooter in your hubby's crew.
Is he the guy that did this to you?
Y'all the ones that gave Boom the photos of me
and Tee that made him snap off.
If you ask me, it's your fault I'm lying here.
Ms. Taylor, you got lucky this time.
Do you really want your boys growing up
without their mother?
Is the dick that good?
It's worth every goddamn inch.
Now, get the fuck out.
♪ ♪
- [Meech] What up, doe? - [Dice] What up, doe?
[Deech] Dice, my man.
What's up with those connects out of state?
You already know I got scrappers and hustlers
from the D all over, Alabama to Texas.
They be down to get with the champ
who knocked motherfuckers' teeth out.
Hey, we were Ric Flair on them bitch-ass niggas.
Gave them the high rope special and shit.
Yeah, but you got an uphill battle with your boy Remi
'cause he got ATL in his blood.
His little bro went missing back in the day.
They found him later on, beaten and strangled
in the woods like one of them Atlanta child murders.
Now Remi walking kids to school every day,
paying rent for folks who can't afford it.
I mean, they call him the Robin Hood of the Techwood PJs.
Shit, if somebody did that to my brother, man...
Yeah, look, he bled for this turf,
so he gon' fight hard for it.
After I move this shit, I'll hit you back.
- Bet. - [Dice] Yeah, yeah.
[pager beeping]
Yeah?
That boy Rip ready to get picked up.
[Meech] All right, let's get it.
♪ ♪
Man, it was no reason to even trip over moving that weight.
We are sitting on stacks of green now.
Now, get this shit to Sam at the gas station,
so he can clean it for us.
Hey, I told you, Tee, I am here for you.
And we are about to fly.
[Terry] Doe.
Hey, yo.
We had a lot of good memories at this place.
Shit, but this spot was Meech's pick, not mine.
And he's moved on.
So should we.
Makes sense.
As long as I get to take that EPMD
and Chaka Khan album with me.
Get the fuck out of here. Come on, man.
All right.
♪ ♪
Yo, Tee, my boys got eyes on Saint.
[Terry] Oh, shit. Let's ride.
Whoa, whoa. Slow your roll.
He already up out of here.
Meech put you up to this?
You know we got a zero tolerance policy.
Your beef is our beef.
We family now.
You know this was supposed to be my kill.
With Meech gone, I can't have the streets
thinking I'm no bitch.
Who's to say otherwise?
Besides, top dogs like you ain't supposed
to get their hands dirty.
So I'm supposed to Milli Vanilli this shit?
All I'm saying is, let the streets
think what the fuck they want, Tee.
'Cause I ain't saying shit.
And neither will you.
♪ ♪
Appreciate you.
♪ ♪
[hip-hop music plays]
♪ ♪
Rip do got that green for us all right.
[Meech] Hell yeah, nigga.
- [gunshot] - Agh!
[gunshots]
Fuck, man. Those Remi's guys!
- Fuck, Meech! - Rip] Yo, I've been hit!
[Meech] Rip's cornered.
Cover me!
[Duffy] Motherfucker!
[gunshots]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
Man, come on, come on!
[Meech] I got you, I got you
Ah, fuck!
[rapid gunfire]
What the fuck is going on?
Fucking Miami Killas.
They spotted us. Everybody down.
[gunshots]
Ow!
Fucking MKs trying to take over Techwood turf.
[rapid gunfire]
I think he low on ammo.
Come on. We can't leave the bag.
Come on, let's go. Go, go, go!
[tires squealing]
[rapid gunfire]
♪ ♪
[Claude] Yo, hey, Raph and Dame got attacked by the MKs
outside the Owens projects.
[police siren wailing]
Fuck.
Tell the families I'ma take care of the funerals.
And send them some food and some flowers too.
Detroit's making moves too.
I got eyes on him and their crew that's always outside
of Raven's Club on Sundays.
This is our hood.
And everybody tryna come and displace us.
And we ain't finna let that shit ride.
Techwood take care of us. We take care of Techwood.
You feel me?
[Claude] No doubt.
Little homie Rip who got wet up, he gon' pull through.
[Meech] Good, man, good.
Shit, that's good news.
Look, now we need every man we got
to get this weight to Dice's people.
I'm about to call up a meeting for Glock
and the Miami Killas.
You know if I can get an alliance with the MKs,
we could put an end to this motherfucker Remi.
Oh, so you want some "the enemy of my enemy
is my friend" type shit.
I want some "by any means necessary
to get this money" type shit.
Now let's hit Raven's Club tonight
'cause Glock might be there.
And the strip club is gon' present a whole lot
of opportunity for us to lock down more guys
to help move the bag.
It is sinful Sunday tonight.
Now, I don't think God gon' be in that bitch,
but anybody who is anybody in Atlanta will be.
Ain't no armored trucks pulling up at no funerals.
We can't take none of this shit with us.
So we need to go there tonight and show all these niggas
Detroit is here to stay.
We ain't going no-motherfucking-where.
- Hell yeah. - Hell yeah.
[Kevin] Does my dad know I'm going to juvie?
Dad, they're taking me now?
There will be other kids there.
They're gonna be watching you. Don't stare back.
Don't even look in their direction.
How much older are these kids?
Look, don't let them see you cry, OK?
Do it in the shower or when you're alone.
Otherwise, they gon' think you weak.
And don't ever, ever accept any favors from anyone.
How far is this place?
Am I gonna be able to see you?
Stop asking questions!
People don't like it when you ask them questions.
OK, son?
[Kevin] What are you--
I've got to take these.
Pencils are considered weapons.
But I need those.
Look, I need you to be strong, Kev.
I love you.
I'ma get you out.
I promise.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[Terry] Hey, how you doing, beautiful?
Hey.
[Terry] These are for you.
Thank you.
I got some good news.
What's up?
The doctor said I can go home,
as long as I keep these bandages clean.
That's good.
That's real good.
But I mean, you're not going back to the house with Boom?
OK.
We could stop by and maybe get you some clothes.
I just can't wait to get out of here.
I can't wait to hold the boys.
Yeah.
Saint ain't gonna bother us no more.
Yeah.
Whatever it is that you did, I'm just--
I'm just glad you're safe.
Nobody fucks with me or my queen.
But guess what?
What?
I just put a down payment on a big-ass crib.
Just got to close the escrow.
So it'll be us in our new home,
making new memories with our family.
And I'll make sure I keep us safe.
Bet.
I love you, Terry.
It's us against the world.
I love you too.
Heavenly Father, we thank you so much
for sparing Terry's life.
And we ask you to keep your divine hand
of protection on our boys.
And thank you so much for this beautiful meal
that Meechy has given us.
And we just ask you to bless it into our bodies.
All this we ask in Jesus' name. Amen.
[all] Amen.
These some mighty fine steaks.
Meechy's always thinking of others.
Yeah, Tee, mm, not so much.
[laughter]
Boy, what are you thinking?
Now, I know you done lost your goddamn mind.
I told you it wasn't a good idea to come here, Terry.
She just need a safe place to stay for the night.
She can't go home right now,
and I got some guys waiting outside.
You know what, Terry? I done let a lot of shit slide.
OK, it was never about no money for me.
All I cared about was you and our little family right here.
But remember, you wasn't shit when I met you,
and I still held you down.
Just for this-this sack-chasing asshole to pop up
when it's convenient for her?
This ain't got nothing to do with no money.
We in love.
You know what, it's too bad the nigga
who shot you missed.
Well, he did.
So I guess this is meant to be, then.
- Meant to be? - [Terry] Yo, yo.
Can you guys just stop?
All this bickering back and forth ain't good for y'all.
Especially you, LaWanda, with the kid.
LaWanda, I'm not trying to make you stressed.
Yeah, it's too late for that.
That bitch even got you holding her shit.
Pathetic.
Nicole, could you please take Markisha up to Terry's room?
Thank you for having me.
♪ ♪
Boy, sit down.
LaWanda is the mother of your two babies, Terry, two.
And you need to be there for all three of them.
And just stop-stop all this nonsense and juggling
and lying to these two women.
It's ungodly.
Ungodly?
Look, I've got a lot of responsibilities
and business to take care of.
And I can't do it with y'all just breathing down my neck.
I'm moving out.
Terry.
Terry!
♪ ♪
So does this mean I get Terry's room?
No.
Your father will be getting Terry's room.
Oh, no. Now, wait a minute, Lucille.
You said that this is your house as well,
and congratulations on your new room.
♪ ♪
[ominous music plays]
♪ ♪
[Amberson sighs]
Street justice wins again.
There's no winners here--
just another sad fucking cycle of senseless death.
Lady, you dark as hell.
Well, was Saint a known drug dealer
destroying his community?
Fuck yeah, but he's also somebody's son,
brother, cousin.
And it's our job to deliver the right kind of justice.
You think Terry Flenory retaliated?
Fuck yeah.
But proving it's another--
hey, um, can you get the fingerprint kit?
Yeah.
♪ ♪
[upbeat music plays]
♪ ♪
♪ I can't get Past the feeling ♪
♪ Feeling way down In the bones ♪
Yo.
Tee sure handled Saint.
That shit was ill.
That's right.
And I'll do the same shit for y'all.
♪ ♪
That's love, baby. Whoa.
What the fuck is this shit?
Yo, it's calamari, fool.
It's from Roostertail.
How about you cala-motherfucker
who gon' eat this shit 'cause I ain't.
You know what, your Humpty Dumpty ass shouldn't even
be in here anyway.
[Hoop] Fine.
But no, for real, I want y'all to take a real
good look at this place.
'Cause we gon' be moving on from here.
[Roland] What you mean?
Out with the old, in with the new.
I just copped this new restaurant
that's more my speed.
It's about to be our new spot.
[phone ringing]
[Hoop] Hope you ain't serving this calamari bullshit
in the new spot, Tee.
[Terry] What up, doe?
[Meech] What up, doe?
Hey, I heard your pest problem went away.
Oh, so now you calling me after making
plans behind my back?
[Meech] Don't get your panties in a bunch, Tee.
You my brother,
and I'm always gonna look out for you.
You know what I'm doing right now, man?
I'm sitting out staring at these intersections
of the highways.
[Terry] What the hell you doing out there?
[Meech] General Sherman burnt this city to the ground
to win the Civil War 'cause he was confident something better
would rise in its place.
Demetrius, he wasn't talking about you.
And stop acting like you the goddamn Messiah from Ecorse.
[Meech] Man, shut the fuck up and let me finish, God damn.
Something better did rise up--
these highways, Tee.
They link to every major city
down the Florida coast, up the Eastern Seaboard,
and even got a direct line to Texas and Cali.
I'm standing at the doorstep for the rest
of the damn country.
Yo, classic Meech--
twisting history to make his point.
No, no, no. I'm not twistin' it.
We overcomin' it.
Nobody in a million fucking years
would ever predict that we about to take over this place.
I mean, that ain't God's word,
I don't know what is, Tee.
'Cause making Atlanta party central.
We going national.
I really wish you was here right now with me.
You know, so you can see what I'm seeing.
With your good eye.
[laughs]
You still got jokes even from 800 miles away, huh?
You know you an easy target, baby bro.
You always been.
All right.
I'ma holler at you later.
Hey, womb to the tomb.
Womb to the tomb.
♪ ♪
You tall niggas blind?
Can't come in.
Glock's orders.
Tell that pussy-ass nigga to come outside then.
I'm right here.
[speaking Spanish]
Now, what, y'all working the bouncer shift?
[laughs]
Nigga, we ain't out here for nothing.
Well, that's some heavy metal for a Sunday night,
especially when all I got is the gift of gab.
So is Glock scared his ears are gonna burn?
Nigga, move on.
Or what?
Unless you want that hazelnut face
bleeding red all over the motherfucking concrete.
These niggas ain't worth it, Meech.
Man, look, it's a time and a place for everything.
We'll go somewhere else and have a drink.
Hold on, hold on.
Why that nigga call himself Glock when he surround himself
by ho-ass niggas like y'all?
He must be compensating for something.
Tell that nigga Meech in town,
and he ain't going no-motherfucking-where.
Pussy.
Fuck y'all niggas.
[Stacks] Let's hit up Club Anytime.
[engine revving]
[Meech] Fuck y'all got going on?
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
You ain't welcome down South.
You can go back up North and shovel snow.
Or we send your ass back in body bags.
[person] Come try, nigga.
Pussy ass.
Hey, let's go, man.
I'll be waiting for your sucker ass.
[hip-hop music plays]
[Meech] These Atlanta and Miami motherfuckers
played by different rules.
So my preferred way of doing business wasn't gonna fly.
♪ ♪
So here I was again, Detroit versus everybody.
Except this time, I'd be riding with my new family
and not Tee.
♪ Hunt or be hunted Kill or be killed ♪
♪ We in the field, my nigga ♪
♪ We in the field ♪
♪ Hunt or be hunted Kill or be killed ♪
♪ We in the field, my nigga ♪
♪ We in the field ♪
♪ I'm only Arnold Schwarzenegger "Commando" ♪
♪ I'm Rambo ♪
♪ Sylvester Stallone soldier I'm Cobra ♪
♪ Twin Glocks, one in the back One in the front ♪
♪ In the streets Hard to keep my composure ♪
♪ I lack the tolerance of your basics ♪
♪ I'm impatient Once I see it, embrace it ♪
♪ Got to taste it Fuck up out my face, nigga ♪
♪ Unless you pop that ♪
♪ What's in the bag? A half a mil, count that ♪
♪ Now, what we really do? What you really pursuing? ♪
♪ Don't fuck with your life ♪
♪ You not gonna Get a new one ♪
♪ I'm a serious field nigga Real nigga ♪
♪ No debate, I won't Hesitate to kill nigga ♪
♪ Evaluate, process And set it straight ♪
♪ That when you step in the Ring this is heavy weight ♪
♪ Ain't no time for mistakes, Breaks, and my bads ♪
♪ We in the field, nigga Big doe and toe tags ♪
♪ Hunt or be hunted Kill or be killed ♪
♪ We in the field, my nigga We in the field ♪
♪ Hunt or be hunted Kill or be killed ♪
♪ We in the field, my nigga We in the field ♪
♪ Hunt or be hunted Kill or be killed ♪