Now, I been told Meech,
first Remi capped Ty.
Now motherfuckers think they got
the green light to Rodney King me?
We gonna ride for Ty when the time is right.
Loco only hired us 'cause we move fast.
You can't put a price tag on that shit, Tee.
- How we like it? - Rip, you killed that shit.
- I was out cold, man. - Yeah.
Now, I am here for my son's protection.
So why don't you just tell me what the fuck I gotta do,
and let's get on with it?
My mama said the city's
gonna tear down our homes
and split us apart because of the Olympics.
Hey, Little Milton.
Hey, we family.
Ain't nobody gonna tear us apart.
Man, fuck the gun! Man, they gonna get away!
Hands behind your back.
If I ask you a question, would you tell me the truth?
Of course.
Are you sleeping with my husband?
What? No!
Hey, yo, Meech, I think I'm gonna roll with you to ATL.
Okay, shit, come on down.
You help me kill Meech.
- And I'll help you kill Remi. - Bet.
Bible says that tomorrow ain't promised.
Same thing can be said when you's in the game.
♪ Why, oh, why must You swoop through the hood ♪
♪ Like everybody from the hood Is up to no good ♪
♪ You think all the girls Around here are trickin' ♪
♪ Up there Looking like Super Chicken ♪
♪ At night, I see your light Through my bedroom window ♪
♪ But I ain't got shit... ♪
That's why I always did shit big.
'Cause I knew the enemy was out there,
laying in wait to attack.
♪ 'Cause every time That the pigs have got me ♪
♪ Y'all rub it in With the flying Nazi ♪
♪ Military force... ♪
I missed you.
I missed that ass too.
♪ So fly like an eagle... ♪
Oye, Demetri.
Here baby, give us a minute.
Thanks, Daddy.
Eh, in Detroit, eh,
tu moved muy rápido.
I trust you.
Mi hermano, we worked together on this.
He helped me a lot, Loco.
He helped me move it.
Hermano.
♪ Was hotter than July ♪
♪ Looked up and didn't see ♪
♪ A ribbon in the sky ♪
♪ Saw a chopper with numbers On the bottom... ♪
OK.
♪ I think we got 'em ♪
♪ I hit the gas... ♪
Gracias.
Vamos. Loco.
♪ South Central, Compton... ♪
Me and my brother, we got clientele in St. Louis.
And we gonna go down there and get your shit
out on the streets too.
Muy bien. Muy bien, Demetri. Vamos.
♪ You know That I'm running... ♪
'Bout time, man.
Thank God. That nigga hated me.
Oh, what's up?
- What's up with it? - We straight?
Hell yeah, you know we straight.
Man, you know, man, I got you for life.
Nothing but positive vibes from here on out.
I hope so.
This my little brother, Tee, right here.
Whole family.
What up, man? Welcome to the ATL.
It's where the party at.
So that's all y'all been doing out here,
just clubbing and partying and shit?
♪ Had to pull A strap on a fool ♪
♪ Named Louis the Third ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm getting chased By the ghetto bird ♪
Just put his hat-- uh, he combed his hair
and then put his hat back on.
So he's, uh, acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit,
going 115 miles an hour with the, uh, police chasing him...
Meech!
♪ Officer Bird's on his way ♪
♪ And I don't wanna see him ♪
♪ Could you please give me The keys to the BM... ♪
Here in ATL,
war had found me and dragged me in.
Everywhere we went turned into a motherfucking battlefield.
♪ Done shot Cyrus ♪
Here you go, big dawg.
- Appreciate you, man. - You know it.
Damn, Meech.
You sure know how to throw one hell
of a fucking homecoming party.
You already know that. Stop playing with me, man.
That's what them bitch-ass Techwood niggas get
for killing Ty and stealing our shit.
And that dread-head motherfucker Remi
got it coming, watch what I tell you.
Most definitely. You know I got you always.
- Love. - Love.
Look, we'll meet y'all at Duffy's.
- For sure. - All right.
All right, boss.
Hey, Meech.
What the fuck was that in there?
Man, Tee, don't start with your shit, man.
Don't got time for that shit right now.
Goddamn.
You see what I see?
Oh, shit, that's Mac Attack, the boxer.
Hell yeah, look like he got a Rolls-Royce over there.
Damn.
♪ Bounce that ass ♪
♪ Yeah, bounce That ass all on my stick ♪
♪ Make it disappear No magic trick ♪
♪ Up and down She move them hips... ♪
- Damn, Mac "Attack" Hollander. - Hey, what's up, man?
You knocked that motherfucker out in Vegas.
- Yeah. - What up, doe, man?
- What's up? - I even won some bread
- off you too. - For real?
Hell yeah. - I been seeing you in the club
spending money like a pro athlete yourself.
I didn't know you had a right hook, man.
Hey, yo, I never seen some shit like this.
- Can I--can I look? Damn. - Hell yeah.
Look at this.
What's the system like in there?
Shit, these speakers is the bomb.
This car fully loaded. Wow.
That shit hard. You got 15s in the trunk?
Psh, check this out.
You think 15s are something, wait till you see this.
♪ All on my stick ♪
♪ Make it disappear... ♪
Yo, what? This is so dope.
Nah, this some next-level shit.
What the fuck?
Man, these ain't just traps.
These airtight, bulletproof safes.
Hey, who pimped out your ride?
Ah, they call him Francois.
He in Miami.
Car guy for the rich and famous.
Diesel!
And so the war raged on.
Another Detroiter was going home in a body bag,
and I knew my next move better be strategic as fuck,
'cause any of us could be next.
♪ 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 ♪
All right, so look, everybody.
I just got off the phone with Diesel's mom.
Shit is terrible, man.
And I'ma hold down his family
and take care of the funeral costs.
Man, it's that nigga Remi, I'm telling you.
Pissed off 'cause we jumped his ass.
Sprayed the whole motherfucking parking lot.
Fuck that dread-headed nigga. He a dead man walking.
I say we take his ass in Techwood.
Techwood? Hell yeah.
No, Remi's got toddlers and grandmas running lookout
up and through that bitch.
Y'all know we'd be outnumbered, right?
Man, look, man, I got a shorty in Techwood,
be sneaking me in and out.
Our crew could do the same.
We make a sneak attack at night when the sun goes down.
Hey, Meech, that's not a smart idea.
You know we still gotta hit up St. Louis
and see if we can get shit popping out there.
Tee, I ain't gonna lie,
we don't got time for that shit right now.
When a motherfucker violate us, we have to demonstrate.
That's right, that's right. Let's get these motherfuckers.
We don't got no choice.
I'm surprised you called me.
Sister Riley.
So good to see you.
You know, the band hasn't been the same
since you left Pastor Swift's church.
Yeah, well, we found a closer congregation.
Uh, look, u-um, y-you know
Lucille and I have been having some challenges.
And, um, I, um,
composed a song for her to fix things.
Charles, this is amazing.
- You think so? - Yes.
You think you could, uh, get the band together
to record the instrumentals?
Of course.
And we can get it done in an afternoon.
Charles, this is so sweet.
It's gonna melt her heart.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
You know, um, Lucille's my entire world,
and I can't imagine my life without her.
Bryant, kicking you loose.
You're free to go.
All right.
What about my car?
It's at the pound.
You got a ride waiting on you outside.
You know, Henri feels like you owe her on this.
Hmm.
Yeah, you know, Henri's, uh-- she's waiting on you.
Hmm.
Hey, uh, mind if I smoke?
- Yeah, sure, why not? - Okay.
♪ He'll come knocking... ♪
♪ If you're standing around ♪
♪ Gotta keep moving Keep your feet to the ground ♪
♪ So much to see ♪
♪ In this big old world For you and me ♪
♪ For you and me ♪
♪ And I know it may be cold And I'm sad ♪
♪ Gotta take the good With the bad ♪
♪ But keep movin' ahead ♪
♪ Don't go... ♪
♪ He'll come knocking ♪
♪ He'll come knocking If you're standing around ♪
♪ Gotta keep moving Keep your feet to the ground ♪
♪ Don't go looking For trouble ♪
♪ He'll come knocking If you're standing around ♪
Get the fuck--
Aw, shit!
You've been lying this whole fucking time.
You made it seem like Atlanta was just one big party.
And I find out you jumping into a war?
Tee, this shit started before I got here.
And you know I gotta ride with Detroit.
Demetrius, why are you making this about you?
You barely know this crew.
Tee, let me help you get something
through your thick fucking skull,
'cause I don't think you understand it.
This is Ty's crew.
The most important words in BMF ain't "Black" or "Mafia."
It's "Family."
And we don't abandon family for nothing or nobody.
Meech, capping Remi on his own territory
is the dumbest shit you can do.
L-let me tell you something I learned in my history class--
Man, I don't got time to hear about
your fucking boring-ass history lesson.
Hear me out. Hear me out.
Please, Meech, just hear me out.
The reason why we, the American army,
couldn't defeat the Vietcong
is because they had home-field advantage,
which is exactly what Remi got now!
Motherfuckers never going to expect
for us to come straight at them.
Niggas get complacent in they own hood, Tee.
So we find they weakness, and we take them the fuck out.
A'ight, a'ight, a'ight.
You see that corner over there?
It's a blind spot.
Them city folks ain't fixed that street lamp yet.
And, man, it be dark as fuck at night.
When we move, we move fast.
That blind spot won't stay blind long
after the shooting starts.
The blind spot won't be blind if we got extra eyes on it.
Shit, nobody needs a extra eye more than you.
Ha-ha. Real funny, nigga.
Yo, so look, Remi and Claude,
they on that second floor.
They get in from the strip club
probably, like, four, five in the morning.
They be drunk as fuck, too. They'll never see us coming.
Okay, I like it. We get in and get out.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Hey, did you get anything out of Lenny?
Got plenty.
Turns out, Lenny's a third-striker.
And he sang like a bird.
He said he acquired the ambulance for Tuan,
who works for some guy named Henry.
Who the fuck is Henry?
Bet the guy driving the ambulance would know.
You okay?
Uh, yeah, I'm just, uh--
we don't have enough here to take to Garr,
so we gotta keep on pushing.
No rest until we crack this case.
♪ The speakers be banging ♪
♪ Highs, mids, and lows ♪
♪ Make you wanna start Getting busy on the floor ♪
♪ All the fly girls Screaming, "Ah" ♪
♪ The DJ's rocking And shocking the house ♪
♪ Everything he's spinning Is moving the crowd ♪
♪ Listen up for yourself This is how we make it bump ♪
♪ Bump, bump, bump, bump, bump Bump, bump, bump, bump, bump ♪
♪ Bump, bump, bump Bump, bump ♪
♪ Make it bump ♪
♪ Bump, bump, bump, bump, bump Bump, bump, bump, bump, bump ♪
♪ You know we gotta Make it bump... ♪
What the fuck happened to Bryant?
♪ Bump, bump, bump Bump, bump ♪
♪ Yeah, you gotta make it... ♪
He got away.
Fuck!
You know how tired I am of taking Ls?
It's bad enough that Terry motherfucker
disrespected me and hit my ambulance.
Now I got a washed-up cop fucking up my shit too.
He ain't act washed up. He a savage.
Look, fuck that. We'll find Bryant.
That motherfucker's not gonna get away
for what happened with Tuan.
Yeah.
You're right.
But if you can't beat that soft-ass Milk Dud pig,
then maybe I need to see what you got.
What?
I ain't fightin' no girl.
Come on!
Fuckin' throw hands!
Mm!
Oh, what's the matter?
You think just 'cause you injured,
this ain't a fair fight?
Come on, now.
No fucking excuses, pussy.
Fuckin' bitch.
I'm not gonna fight you.
Who's the bitch now?
Pull protection on Bryant's kid.
Find me Bryant, so I can finish this fuckin' job myself.
You heard her. Let's go.
♪ Give it up, make it pop ♪
♪ Make it clap from the back Don't break it ♪
♪ Give it up, make it pop ♪
♪ Make it clap from the back Let's go ♪
Meech, I been working on this track all day.
Let me know what you think.
- Bet. - And please, bro, uh,
if, uh, something happens to me, get it out there.
Get it off the streets.
Fuck that.
You gon' do it 'cause you done in the streets.
Man, come on, Meech.
I been down this whole time.
Listen, Rip, I don't give a fuck.
You can still be down without being in the streets, dawg.
I watched my daddy fuck his music dreams up.
And I can't let you do that, you feel me?
I can't.
I feel you. - Put that shit in.
Turn that bitch up. Stop playing.
For sure.
♪ Too many hos In here that got a fatty ♪
♪ Turn around And let me slap it, girl ♪
♪ I can be your daddy ♪
♪ It's too many hos Too many hos... ♪
Yo, Meech. We was at the shooting range.
Tee ain't such a bad shot. He can handle a strap.
Oh, yeah?
So the little nigga might not piss hisself
when we go to the projects, huh?
Whatever, nigga.
You just mad 'cause when we were kids,
we used to spray your crotch, me and Nikki,
and look like you pissed yourself, nigga.
Yo, yo, what the fuck? Stop wasting food?
Hey, yo, where's, um-- where's Stacks at?
He was supposed to be at the gun range with us.
I don't know, man.
Why the fuck you care where he at?
'Cause I was talking to Duffy.
And he starting to sound like the new B-Missing.
Y'all had a falling-out,
and all of a sudden, you let him back in.
Family deserves grace, Tee, a'ight?
I'm ten steps ahead of you already.
I got everything handled.
You the little brother, you forgot?
I'm the big brother, nigga. Listen to me.
Well, I'd like to thank you
for taking the time to meet with me, Lucille.
Oh, I'm so sorry I couldn't meet with you earlier.
Wendy's just has me running ragged.
Well, I do have something to ask you.
Hmm?
Would you consider taking on the role
as my assistant pastor,
even if it's on a part-time basis?
Really?
Well, now, we're a small church, now.
So we can't pay you enough for you to quit Wendy's.
But maybe one day,
we could afford you on a full-time basis.
I mean, come on, now, am I even qualified?
You dove into serving our church
without me even having to ask,
volunteering at the clinic
and securing the largest donation
we have ever had.
You are a natural leader and a prayer warrior,
a loving wife, a selfless mother,
and a light to all those around you.
I couldn't think of anyone better for the job than you.
Um, listen, that is just...
so lovely of you to think of me.
I mean, mm.
Can I pray on it?
I wouldn't expect anything less from you.
All right.
You got your eyes closed?
Yes, they're closed.
Here. Wait, wait, wait.
Stop peeking.
Okay, open.
Owner let us have the place for a couple hours.
So it's just us today.
Goddamn, Angel.
A girl never did no boss-ass shit like this
before in my life.
Well, now that Greeny's out my life,
I just really wanted to thank you.
Wait right here.
Where you going?
Just wait.
♪ Ah, baby ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
Mm-hmm.
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Hey, mm-hmm ♪
Shit.
Damn, girl.
♪ Listen, I'm so ♪
♪ Wrapped up in your love ♪
♪ Every time we touch ♪
♪ I can't get enough ♪
♪ You've got me ♪
♪ So emotional ♪
♪ I had to let you know ♪
♪ Just how you make me feel ♪
♪ You bring me joy ♪
♪ Yes, you do ♪
♪ I had to let you know ♪
♪ That, baby ♪
♪ I think I'm falling For you ♪
♪ The way I feel It must be true ♪
♪ And, baby Don't let this end ♪
♪ You got my heart ♪
♪ In the palm of your hands ♪
♪ Ah, baby ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh... ♪
I don't feel good about this Remi shit.
Don't trip.
I'ma be fine.
I'm just really scared of losing you.
Okay.
Pack your shit, Lucille! We gotta get you out of here.
Estelle, what is going on?
No, wait.
Charles should move out. Where's his room?
- I'll pack his shit for you. - Estelle.
Estelle, calm down and tell me what is wrong.
Yesterday I saw Charles having breakfast with another woman.
They were holding hands.
The last thing I wanna do is open up old scars
and upset you.
But you deserve to know.
Once a cheater, always a cheater.
I should have known better. I--
Now you can divorce his ass
and go get in with the good doctor
with a clear conscience.
Where's his shit?
I'll get it for you.
Lucille.
Estelle told me about your little breakfast date.
Wait, wait, wait--
How dare you?
How dare you embarrass me like that again,
and in public?
Wait, wait, wait, Lucille--
While I'm sitting here talking to Pastor Fleming,
you out in the street
getting busy with anything that walks!
Lu-Lucille, it's-it's not what you think.
- I was with Sister Riley! - Sister Riley?
Get your shit and get out! No, no--
- Get out! - No, no.
She was helping me with this.
- I knew she-- - Look, I--no, no, no!
Listen, I wrote a song for you.
Right, you wrote me a song. I wrote you a song.
You-you were writing a song with Sister Riley.
I asked her to get the church band together.
Okay.
Play.
I'm not playing these games with you, Charles.
Listen, listen.
Listen.
♪ We didn't see it coming ♪
♪ Time just moves so fast ♪
♪ And now we're slipping ♪
♪ We didn't feel it coming ♪
♪ Time just moves so fast ♪
♪ And now we're slipping ♪
♪ I ain't never been The best man ♪
♪ Seems like everything's Been going wrong ♪
♪ You're a hell of a woman Baby ♪
♪ No matter how hard We falling down ♪
♪ We didn't see it coming ♪
♪ Time just moves so fast ♪
♪ And now we're slipping ♪
♪ I can't get past All those good days, baby ♪
♪ Nothing else mattered Like we did, baby ♪
♪ We can still get back To us dreaming, baby ♪
Listen, I know Reece is back
and there's something between you two.
But I'm not done fighting for us.
Listen, you are stuck in the past,
and I'm-I'm just trying to move to the future.
No, no, but who's to say the past and the future
can't look the same?
Because from where I stand, I still see you in both.
Hey, babe. I'm going to work.
What's all this, babe?
This my vision for the future right here.
Damn.
You ambitious.
Yeah, you see, we came from nothing.
And I ain't ever going back to that life.
This my dream, for everybody to be shining like new money.
Okay.
Hey. - What's up, Tee?
Meech. I did what you asked.
And you were right about Stacks.
He's playing us.
I fucking knew it.
So you been watching Stacks this entire time?
The OGs are saying that the MKs did the drive-by
that killed Diesel, not Remi.
Man, he was gonna walk us straight into a ambush.
So what's the next move?
Stacks and the MKs,
they think we still planning on hitting Techwood, Tee.
I'ma flip this shit to our advantage, Tee.
Angel, you still cool with them dancers
that dance for Remi at the club?
Yeah, we in everybody's ear and pockets.
Okay, cool, 'cause I need you to get him a message for me.
- All right? - Got you.
Fuck that nigga Stacks.
Ever since Ty got killed, he think he a free agent.
Stacks ain't our main focus right now.
Surviving is.
The MKs gonna wipe us out.
I'ma make a temporary deal with Remi...
What?
...for the greater good of our organization.
And I'm headed to Techwood this afternoon.
In broad daylight?
Shit, I'm riding with you, Meech.
I'm riding too.
And I ain't taking no for an answer.
A'ight, man. We down too.
Ride or die, man.
Strength in numbers.
And once we outmaneuver the MKs,
we can finish what Remi started.
And Ty can finally rest in peace.
Oh, hey.
You didn't tell me your dad was running for reelection.
Yeah, that's why I'm not answering his calls.
Whoa. What's that about?
So when I was in rehab, my father never visited
because he was scared someone might see him
and it would hurt him politically.
Instead he paraded my brothers on the campaign trail
while they kept me out of the limelight
like I was some dirty secret.
Now that I'm a detective and cleaning up the streets,
he wants to show me off as a part of his
"get tough on drugs" campaign.
I'm sorry.
It's fake assholes like my father
who lie and use people who should be sorry.
Um... hey, uh...
I gotta tell you something.
But, uh, not here.
Not in this shithole.
Yo, Stacks, you're not gonna believe this.
Meech and his crew are here.
Yeah, I'm sure. I'm looking right at them.
Shit's about to jump off!
Kevin.
Yo.
What happened to your face?
Son...
who did this to you?
Uh...
the people who were...
supposed to be protecting me are hurting me now.
And, I don't--
I don't know what I did wrong.
Oh, my God.
There is something else.
Um...
Mm.
Last night...
mm, mm.
They, uh...
waited for me to go to sleep.
And...
...I-I couldn't fight back.
They pinned me down.
One of them pulled my pants down.
And--
I need you to hold on.
I promise that I'll get you out of here.
Son, I promise.
Let me get this straight.
So your old partner, Bryant,
was driving the ambulance for Henry?
Yeah.
He came back to check up on me after I got shot.
Holy shit.
We gotta leverage Bryant somehow
into getting us to whoever the fuck this Henry guy is
so we can get that crew off the street.
Unless you decide to turn my ass in to Garr
and end my career.
I'm not gonna do that.
But I am down to arrest Bryant.
Moving forward, don't ever keep me in the dark.
Starting to feel like I had a family again.
I promise.
From here on out, full transparency.
Okay, I guess we turn this in to Garr
first thing in the morning.
Yeah, sounds like we have enough to get
an arrest warrant on Bryant.
I think this deserves some more alcohol.
Yeah, I'm thinking of calling my father back.
Seriously?
Yeah.
Tell him how he hurt me.
Full transparency, right?
I mean, he's either gonna apologize
or tell me to fuck off.
Either way, I'll be free of my resentment.
Good on you. Yeah?
I can support that.
Mm. Thank you.
Is that what I think it is?
Karaoke.
It was uh, me and my sister's favorite thing to do
when we were growing up together.
Are we drunk enough?
We can be.
Come on, baby! What? Mom!
Come on, let's go.
Came to wave the white flag?
Hell nah, nigga.
We always gonna be enemies for what you did to Ty.
But right now, we got a bigger enemy we need to deal with.
The MKs setting up our crews to ambush us tonight.
Why the fuck should I believe you?
'Cause I always think about the bigger picture.
Now, this is a chance for us to ambush they asses
and catch them off guard.
Nigga, let them come, then!
Nigga, this is our hood!
We gonna defend this motherfucker
like we always do,
so I ain't got no interest in fucking with you.
Dawg, why you so fucking stubborn, man?
Goddamn.
The MKs got military-grade firepower, nigga.
How you talking about keeping this place safe
but it's about to get torn to pieces?
Yo, Remi, he got a point.
Man, fuck these niggas.
♪ Four, three, two, one ♪
♪ Earth below us ♪
♪ Drifting, falling ♪
♪ Floating weightless ♪
♪ Calling, calling home ♪
Shit. Hold on.
Keep it going. Keep it going.
Okay.
What the fuck, man?
- Bryant. - I need your help.
I ain't got nobody else to turn to.
Oh, you need my help? Okay, who the fuck is Henry?
Uh, well, look, I'll tell you everything.
But I need your help first.
You're in no position to negotiate.
We should just cuff him and drill him at the station.
Shut the fuck up. This is about Kevin.
Oh, shit!
- Fuck! - Oh, fuck!
- Shit!
- Fuck you!
Motherfucker!
Meech!
Fuck!
Ah, shit, I'm out. I'm out! Fuck!
A'ight, motherfuckers!
Hey, Remi!
I'm down.
Mil, where the fuck you get a strap?
Someone in your crew.
Let's get these motherfuckers, man!
Man, get the fuck out of here!
This is all your fault!
Get away from my son!
You said you would protect us.
Look at what you've done!
- Shit! - Shit, shit!
Shit! Go, go, go, go, go!
Cobie? Cobie!
Cobie. Oh, shit.
Fuck!
Sorry.
This is Detective Veronica Jin.
There's been a shooting at my residence.
We need an ambulance right away.
We've got an officer down.
Now! Right now!
Oh, my God. Hang in there.
You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.
Don't leave me.
Stick with me, please!
Fuck! There's too many of them!
Hey, make every shot count!
Rip!
Fuck!
You did good, Rip.
You made all us proud, man.
Everybody gonna remember you through your music.
Fuck!
- Watch my back! - I got you. I got you.
Shit. Fuck.
Fuck. I'm out.
Fuck!
Let's get these motherfuckers!
Yo, that's Sterl and the PA Boys!
It's about time!
Man, get the fuck out of here with them buck-ass teeth.
Meech, Tee! Move! Move!
Come on! This way!
That's right!
Get the fuck out of here!
Next time, you won't be so motherfucking lucky!
Ah, shit. Fuck you, nigga!
You did a good job. Fuck you!
But you didn't do good enough.
Nigga, fuck you, nigga!
Wh-what are you doing in here?
I can't stop thinking about you.
My goodness, you're like a schoolkid in a summer camp.
You got me feeling like a horny teenager
all over again, woman.
Okay, look, we-we'll do it one time,
and then you're going back to your room.
He left a note.
Take your time.
I, uh...
...love you too.
I'ma put Rip's tape out on these streets
so they can remember his name forever.
Yo, Meech.
PA's always ready to ride with you.
And I told Sterl you ain't going into battle without me.
I appreciate that, dawg.
Damn, I owe you for real.
You call, we show up. You owe us nothing, man.
We equals.
And our organizations are family.
For sure.
Roll up.
Yo, you not gonna clean up?
Pack your bag. Let's hit the airport.
I ain't going, Tee.
What you mean you ain't going?
Listen, man, loyalty is not just a word.
It's a lifestyle.
This my family out here. I can't leave them.
Detroit is our home.
And I can't go back with my tail tucked between my legs.
Look, we lost the battle, but the war still continues.
And I ain't going nowhere.
Look, man.
At the end of the day, you my brother.
And I just wanna make sure you safe.
I appreciate that.
I'ma be good.
Just take care of your family in Detroit,
and I'ma take care of my family out here.
As much as I fought with my brother,
I've always fought alongside him.
We survived many battles,
and I got a lifetime of scars to prove it.
Truth be told, I wanted bruh back in the D
to help me fight the war against Henri,
which I knew was waiting for me at home.
But this was one battle
I was gonna have to pick up arms alone.
♪ What you gon' do, gon' do ♪
♪ Uh, darkness resumes ♪
♪ Not too many options For the clockers to consume ♪
♪ When hustling You gambling high ♪
♪ Name your price But we all ♪
♪ Gotta pay someday To keep shining ♪
♪ Set it off, known repertoire With the gunplay ♪
♪ Clocking out, was prepared For my worst day ♪
♪ Time to move, calculated Measured instincts ♪
♪ 'Cause when shit stink ♪
♪ Better flush fast Then think, gone ♪
♪ No way to stop it ♪
♪ Send me on God ♪
♪ What you wanna do Wanna do ♪
♪ Nowhere to cop it ♪
♪ They freeze in the spots ♪
♪ What you gon' do, gon' do ♪
♪ No way to stop it ♪
♪ Send me on God ♪
♪ What you wanna do Wanna do ♪
♪ Nowhere to cop it ♪
♪ They freeze in the spots ♪
♪ What you gon' do, gon' do ♪
♪ Never hesitant Move like a militant ♪
♪ Mess around sly With them things ♪
♪ Cancel middlemen ♪
♪ Come through Living dangerous, picture it ♪
♪ Feds keep a trail No signs of me ending it ♪
♪ Scrap with my back Against the wall ♪
♪ Head up, brawls Best man made the call ♪