‐ But in the end, all it took was a crazy‐ass
bitch to lay Iron Man down.
Fuck!
‐ ‐ Come on, come on, come on.
Shit just got real.
What'd you expect Power and Sha was gonna do?
Dennis, business is first.
Where you comin' from?
Yo, I need you to stash this shit for me.
‐ Hey, yo, this shit is still hot.
I want Dennis in the ground
by the time those keys come to us, a'ight?
Hey, what is this?
It's an SP‐1200 drum machine
with a built‐in 10‐second sampler.
‐ Oh, you want more money to buy your little
music machine or whatever, then, bro,
you need to put in work. Yo, fuckin' Bobby
ain't call me back. ‐ That ain't gonna fit.
You put it back now, I won't report you to the manager.
‐ What's up, baby? ‐ Yo, you seen where D at?
I paged him an hour ago and he ain't hit me back yet.
Who making the drop, Bobby or D‐Love?
‐ I'll do it my damn self.
He might get off.
‐ Yo, with what he had on him? Nah.
Hey, yo, where y'all get this?
It's exactly what I been needin'
to hit back at Power and your boy Sha.
‐ Now, we need to use that money on that cake.
You need to put that money to work.
You gotta be the man now, whether you like it or not.
All right?
♪ ♪
‐ Suuu!
♪ ♪
Hey, yo.
Look at these little shorties
about to mess each other up.
Oh, shit.
Hey, yo, I remember that shit.
Cowboys and Indians. Cops and robbers.
‐ I don't know what the hell they playin'.
It's all the same shit, though.
Hey, yo.
Hey, yo, chill out, shorty, chill out.
Yo, son, stop.
It ain't that serious, a'ight?
Just pick it up, man.
♪ ♪
Over here!
♪ ♪
‐ What was all that?
‐ Keep an eye out on Sha's crib for me.
Lettin' me know when that nigga home.
Yo, these kids and shit, they be messin' around,
but I'm not.
♪ ♪
‐ It's funny.
Niggas don't even remember where they from...
where they really from.
You know where you from?
Nigga, you know where you from?
I'm from fuckin' New York.
Gatin' Staten, know what I mean?
Nah, nigga, that's not where you from.
Staten Island is a location.
New York is a location.
It's the spot you were put at.
You think Central Park grew outta nowhere?
Our peoples lived there, son,
then they got pushed out for fuckin' daffodils
and slides and shit.
‐ Didn't I tell you to break off the tips?
I just seen shorties in a park playin' with these.
If one of them kids's eyes get poked out,
I'm pokin' out yours.
‐
‐ Let me get one of 'em lamb joints.
‐
‐ Yo, this‐‐ this article's calling New York
"the melting pot" of the world.
‐ Shit sound about right to me.
‐ No, nigga, it's bullshit.
'Cause when they force you in the pot,
shit don't melt.
Just boils over.
Me, I don't even like my peas mixed with my carrots,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Sounds like a nice idea, but the shit doesn't work.
You know what I'm sayin'?
There go that nigga Haze right there.
The kilos have come to the island.
‐ Put that out.
No!
♪ ♪
Yo, you gotta tell Mama Sa,
that oxtail with the red beans,
son... truth.
Two cakes for dessert.
‐ Yo, you mind?
Yeah.
That's my type of cake right there.
‐ Now let's talk business.
‐ What you here for?
‐ We have an appointment.
‐ I heard that nigga Donnie Green
from West Brighton deals directly with the big man.
‐ So?
‐ I'm a boss, nigga.
I want a audience with yours.
♪ ♪
‐ Hey, yo, dred, we Devine's people.
Know what I mean? We hear to cop that key from Haze.
‐ I never see ya before, botty.
‐ Now, what you gonna do with this, huh?
‐ You think having two bricks puts you in a position
to go over my head?
Donnie Green doubles your numbers, consistently.
Wanna sit down with the big man?
Money talks.
100K and better to even get his attention.
‐ Damn.
Give him back the gun, man.
Follow me.
Speakin' of money, now that Divine's locked up,
I'm hopin' we're gonna see a end to this war.
‐ The fuck, nigga, you takin' sides?
‐ Unlike the government, my G,
when there's a war in the streets,
nobody makes money.
‐ Hmm. True, indeed.
But when that war's over, it's winner take all.
♪ ♪
‐ Damn, shit smell good!
Your boy's starving. Yo, hook a nigga up!
‐ You ain't my boy.
Food is for my seasoned customers.
I'm only entertain' the idea of doing business with you
'cause me and your brother go back.
‐ Yeah. Appreciate that, my G.
‐ My man Shotgun said he gonna record with you, yeah?
Divine told me you was on some music shit.
‐ Yeah.
‐ Sorry. I can't help you then.
Hey, yo, what?
‐ Uh, we‐‐we traveled all the way over here
to even come talk to you.
‐ Look, kid, you can't be dippin' and dabbin' in this shit.
You need your head in the game at all times.
Get caught slippin' once, and it's a wrap...
buried in a box or booked behind bars.
If your eyes are in a note pad writin' rhymes,
your eyes aren't lookin' over your shoulder.
You listenin' to beats,
you ain't listenin' to the whispers out in the streets.
Keep it moving, music man.
I wish 'Vine well on his case. ‐ Hey, yo, fuck all those
formalities and shit like that.
Bobby here reppin' his brother's interest,
but I'm holdin' ace position.
So...
That's 17K right there.
We'll take that brick.
‐
Yeah, mighta be 17 for Divine, but he ain't here.
And this is our first time doin' business.
So you need to pay a new member fee.
That's another G.
‐ A new member's fee?
- ‐ Like when you join the gym. - This is some bullshit.
Yo, take the money out, son.
Got it? Hey, yo.
Yo, that's 18K, thereabouts.
So we new members or what?
♪ ♪
‐ Get these niggas some dessert.
♪ ♪
♪ Paid the cost to be the boss ♪
♪ Look at me ♪
♪ Know what you see ♪
♪ You see a bad mutha ♪
♪ Look at me ♪
♪ You know what you see ♪
♪ You see a bad mutha ♪
‐ Yo, what's up? ‐ What's up, B?
‐ Goddamn.
Word got out about this spot quick, huh?
‐ It's perfect.
Where you even find this place at anyway?
‐ Walk past it all the time hittin' the record store.
I figured with Divine in jail,
it's a bit safer to switch it up.
Yo, I don't think we should be leaving
all of our supply in one place.
Divine never did that.
‐ Hey, yo, movin' it from spot to spot
is exactly how 'Vine got knocked.
Sometime your brother too smart for his own good,
know what I mean?
‐ Smart enough to keep y'all niggas eatin'.
‐ If you wanna move the weight,
go 'head.
'Cause I don't.
Oh, what up, homey?
‐ Dumbass.
You forgot one. ‐ What?
‐ Divine's coming home today?
‐ Not today.
‐ When?
‐ Soon.
‐ Ow!
‐ We don't eat until Divine calls.
‐ Mama, can we just‐‐
‐ Not until he calls.
Ma, it's been about half an hour.
What if he doesn't call?
‐ He said he'd call.
And when Divine says he's gonna do somethin',
he does.
I told y'all I was gonna come see you.
I knew you would, Divine.
You were sent down here because your mother said
you been gettin' into much trouble back in New York.
What you doin', Divine? Down here,
You gotta do your chores. ‐ Or what?
‐ Aunt Goldie gonna give it to ya.
‐ All them tobacco leaves y'all pickin'‐‐
Aunt Goldie sells that shit, right?
‐ Hell you doin' out here, boy?
Get to your chores.
‐ Chores is making your bed.
This shit is slavery. Didn't ya hear?
Lincoln freed us all‐‐ Emancipation Proclamation.
I went to that class.
‐ Boy, don't you walk away from me!
Oh, my goodness.
I'm calling your mama!
‐ Yes. Yes, I'll accept the charges.
‐ Hey, Mama. ‐ How are you?
I need Bobby.
‐ No, no, hold on. I've been waiting all day to talk to you.
‐ Please, I don't have much time, huh?
- ‐ Yo. - How was your trip
to the motherland?
Did you, uh, did you bring back souvenirs?
Yeah, uh...
was more expensive than we thought, but‐‐
‐ No, no, no, no. Never mind that.
We'll make that back and then some.
Listen, when that starts, you go see my aunty, a'ight?
- ‐ Aunt Laurie? - No, no.
Not our aunty‐‐ my aunty.
You understand?
‐ Yeah. Yep.
‐ She'll show you what to do. I gotta go.
Wait, yo, yo, 'Vine.
Yo, I gotta ask you a question about‐‐
‐ I can't answer all your questions right now.
I told you, Bobby, you gotta man up, son.
Step up, stand on your own,
and make decisions.
Look, I can't always be your crutch, a'ight?
‐ Yo, 'Vine, 'Vine!
Yo! ‐ Yo!
Yo, Clocker!
When'd you get in? ‐ Few hours ago, man.
Trying to get out in a few more.
‐ Shit, well, I heard that, huh?
‐ Yo.
Not a lotta Stapleton niggas here.
‐ Naw.
‐ ♪ Can't get a nigga like Don, dime a dozen ♪
♪ I'm too ill I represent Park Hill ♪
♪ See my face on the $20 bill ♪
♪ Cash it in, get $10 back ♪
♪ Fat LP with cappuccino on the wax ♪
♪ And you can get long dick hip‐hop affection ♪
♪ I damage any MC that step in my direction ♪
♪ I'm Staten Island's best, nigga, fuck what you heard ♪
♪ Niggas still talking that shit is absurd ♪
‐ Yo. Fuck we gonna do?
‐ We gonna walk. ‐ Walk? Yo, we can't
let Park Hill do shit like‐‐ ‐ We ain't in Park Hill
or Stapleton.
We in Brooklyn House. Don't forget that.
Come on. Let me talk to you.
We're outnumbered in here.
We gotta put that shit aside for now.
♪ ♪
Hey, yo, it's crazy how people don't even look up
to see what's going on above their heads.
‐ I guess we're afraid to look God in the eye.
Hey, yo, what movie you watch
where you heard that shit?
It's too slick for you, son.
Ooh! Those shits is ill, son.
Where you got those?
‐ Shit, if I told you, they wouldn't be ill, nigga.
These joints is one of a kind.
‐ It's just a question. I look like a bitin'‐ass nigga to you?
‐ Sometimes, nigga. ‐ Yo, fuck you.
Yo, what the fuck you doin' that for?
You gonna pop them shits in the fryin' pan?
‐ Soak this bitch in oil to keep that shit from jammin'.
‐ Oh... word.
So when I catch up with that motherfucker Sha,
I'ma spit hot rocks at that motherfucker, uninterrupted!
‐ This might sound crazy,
but that motherfucker gonna be up in church today.
‐ Hey, yo, what church?
‐ Off of Vanderbilt.
He up in there e'ry Sunday with his mom.
‐ Yeah, well, I don't give a fuck
if that nigga comin' from church.
He shot at my crib while my moms
and my brothers was in there.
So when I see that motherfucker...
I'ma give that nigga a holy ghost for real.
I mean like...
Over for that nigga!
♪ Here is somethin' you can't understand ♪
Hey, yo, you sure this is the right church?
Yeah. I told you already.
♪ You can't understand ♪
‐ Yo, these motherfuckers West Coast for real?
♪ Something you can't understand ♪
♪ How I could just kill a man ♪
♪ Here is something you can't understand ♪
♪ How I could just kill a man ♪
Yo, that nigga Haze.
What's he doin' here?
Shit, there go Cressy too.
They probably talkin' business.
♪ Hummin', comin' at ya ♪
♪ And I know I had to gat ya ♪
‐ I didn't know that motherfucker went to church.
He don't.
She do.
‐ Man, that girl Vivian with him?
Well, I been trying to fuck her!
‐ Hey, yo, what you mean by tryin'?
Waving at her through the window of a cab
as that shit passes by?
I'm sayin'. ‐ She don't fuck with niggas like us.
At least, not until we come up like Cressy.
♪ Then I watched the rookie pass out ♪
♪ Didn't have to blast out, but I did anyway ♪
♪ That young punk had to pay ♪
Hey, how much you think them chains cost?
‐ Don't worry about it.
♪ How I could just kill a man ♪
♪ Here is something you can't understand ♪
‐ There go Sha's mom.
♪ Kill a man ♪
Step‐pops too.
‐ Yeah, but where he at?
♪ I came to bring the pain ♪
♪ Hardcore from the brain ♪
♪ Let's go inside my astral plane ♪
♪ And find out my mental's based on instrumental ♪
♪ Records, hey, so I can write ♪
♪ Monumental methods ♪
Hey, hold on, son. I need to sample a record for this track.
We gonna have to get that fuckin' SP‐1200.
If I had that shit,
shit would just keep loopin' and loopin' and loopin'.
‐ SP‐what?
‐ Never mind.
Hey, what's the deal, thun?
My boy Shotgun was just laying down some heat.
‐ Y'all niggas think y'all at the Fever, some shit?
‐ Hey, y'all niggas should hop on the track together.
‐ No, I'm good.
Flow's familiar, though.
This that nigga tape
you was playin' me on the Panty Raider shit, ain't it?
Always talkin' 'bout bitches.
‐ Nah, my shit mad versatile. Know what I'm saying?
‐ Actually, I don't. My shit's strictly for the streets.
- You know what I mean? - Let's call it a day.
All right? ‐ Yeah, a'ight.
Get at me when you want that real heat.
Oh, I got that for you.
When we're ready.
‐ Why you always fuckin' up the vibe?
We was on the verge of something.
‐ You always on the verge of this, on the verge of that.
I ain't got time for all that shit, son.
‐ All right, what is it then?
‐ I need that thing thing, you know what I mean?
Come on, where it's at?
♪ ♪
B.O.B., where's my gun?
‐ That shit ain't here.
♪ ♪
‐ What you mean it ain't here when I let you hold that shit?
What, your moms came and found it?
‐ No, nigga. Dennis got that shit.
♪ ♪
‐ What?
So you tellin' me...
you let this Stapleton bum‐ass nigga
come eat my fuckin' food, son?
‐ It wasn't even like that, yo.
Yo, why the‐‐why the fuck you bring that shit here in the first place?
I'm tired of you bringing me into your shit, Sha.
‐ Yeah, well, that's mad fucking foul, son.
You supposed to be my ace!
‐ Sha, I am your ace.
He found that shit in the crates.
I didn't even tell him it was yours, yo!
What the fuck was I supposed to do?
‐ The right fuckin' thing, nigga!
Fuck is you talking about, "fuck is you supposed to do?"
Fuck outta here. Grab your fuckin' balls, Bobby!
Grab your fuckin' balls!
‐ You ever see The Ten Commandments?
‐ The movie? Hell, no.
‐ Why not? ‐ Come on, son.
Everybody knows Moses was black,
but they still gotta put a white man in the role.
‐ Man, whatever, bro. Charlton Heston, that motherfucker don't play.
Nigga, Planet of the Apes? Son...
‐ Yo, fuck that.
And, yo, they didn't even cast a nigga
as one of the apes.
That's racist upon racist!
‐
Oh, you fuckin' with my ass, D!
‐ Yeah. Think of that shit. ‐ Yo.
Hold on, though. Moses was Jewish
and Jewish niggas is Jewish, so how the fuck is he black?
‐ Whatever.
He had tan skin and curly hair.
Close enough, right?
Hey, yo, forget it. Sha ain't come.
Yo, come on, son, chicken and waffles.
‐ Oh, nigga, not today.
I gotta go handle a little business, so...
‐ A'ight, let me get a ride then.
I got you.
‐ Oh, fuck.
What the fuck is it?
‐ How you gonna forget the combo?
‐ You got Divine's bail?
‐ Not yet.
Things keep going like this, I figure...
we'll have enough pretty soon.
‐ What about a lawyer?
'Vine can't have no public defender.
He'll be just another file on the pile.
‐
I told you, we don't‐‐
we don't have enough yet.
We're workin' on it.
Run the jewels, nigga!
- Who the fuck are you, mon? - You know who you fuck with?
♪ ♪
Now, you gonna run your jewels
unless you wanna lose your family jewels, mo'fucker.
That what you come for?
‐ Toss that shit, nigga.
Yo' stash too.
You too with your fine ass. Let's go.
Hurry up. All y'all.
Go on.
Damn.
♪ ♪
Yo, B‐Black.
Yo, where the fuck is everyone at, son?
Oh, shit!
Hey, yo, wake this nigga up.
‐ Good mornin', Vietnam!
‐ You been smokin' our shit till you passed out?
‐ Nah, I'm not‐‐ I wasn't smokin'.
I was just tired.
Y'all got me workin', like, fucking 48 hours straight.
‐ You think this shit is a game, nigga?
You think this shit is a game?
Divine ain't here, so now you wanna smoke and shit, huh?
Now you wanna smoke and shit? ‐ No! No!
‐ You wanna smoke some shit, nigga?
Here you go, nigga.
‐ Chill, son, I'm sorry! ‐ Sorry, my ass.
Divine should've been got rid of your crack‐pinching ass, nigga!
‐ It won't happen again, I promise!
‐ Shut the fuck up! ‐
Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up.
‐ Starting to smell like the fry cook at McDonald's, huh?
‐ Hey, yo, what...
‐ I hated working there.
‐
‐ Shut the fuck up! Get the fuck outta here.
Shit. What's the phenomenon?
‐ Yo, hey, we out to get this paper.
Put the word out we'll be back up and running in a few.
- ‐ Hello? - Hey, yo.
You need to come hold down the spot.
‐ Yo, D?
I thought you said that, uh, that B‐Black
was taking care of that shit.
‐ Yeah, he was, but... he, like, flamed out.
‐ I‐‐what? What does that‐‐
Yo, the fiends is lined up.
- Come hold the spot down. - A'ight, man, I'll‐‐
I'll be there in a little bit, a'ight?
A'ight, word.
Run the jewels, nigga!
Who the fuck are you, mon?
Do you know who you fuck with?
Run the Jewels, nigga!
Who the fuck are you‐‐
♪ ♪
Ras clot...
♪ ♪
No knapsack today?
‐ Hey, was that Easy Mo Bee?
‐ Just bought 20K worth of gear.
Best hip‐hop producer in the game.
‐ For now, maybe.
‐ You, uh, you here window‐shopping again or what?
‐ Just wanna cop that SP‐1200, baby.
‐ Oh... Mo Bee just bought our last one.
‐ You're fuckin' with me, right?
‐ I'm sorry, Bobby.
♪ ♪
‐ I could sell you the floor model.
But, uh, you still gotta do full price.
‐ Yeah.
Yeah.
Uh, one other thing.
No instruction manual.
‐ Yo, I'll take it.
‐ There go the man cooking up some marvelous shit
to get them fiends' mouths watering.
Know what I mean? ‐ Yeah. Call me the chef.
Yeah.
‐ Why's this sittin' here?
‐ Shit, we still got 1/4 out on the street.
‐ How's that? Word ain't out about the shit we got?
‐ Nah, business is up. It's just not
what we was thinkin'.
I heard them, uh, them Stapleton niggas
- got some shit too. - Come on, nigga.
Even if your boy and D‐Lover
managed to get a key off of Haze,
they blue tops ain't touching our shit.
We got the Colonel's recipe here, know what I mean?
Something's up.
‐ Yo, I got somebody here. Want me to bring him to you?
‐ Nah, son.
Who is it?
It's because of the spot.
It's on its way to the Hill.
Where? Bobby set up a joint on Osgood.
By that boarded‐up bodega.
‐ I told you. It's about the location.
It ain't about them having better shit.
‐ They definitely ain't got better shit.
Niggas know that red tops is the shit.
But, you know,
fiends need their fix sooner than later.
‐ The fuck happened to your face?
‐ Dennis.
‐
Niggas like to play with fire, huh?
A'ight.
Come on, Bobby. We're going to see RoboCop 2.
Thought it'd be nice.
Have a bite, see a movie with the family.
He ain't comin'. He got a new girlfriend.
‐ No, I gotta figure this out.
‐ You have five seconds to comply.
Five... four...
three... two...
one.
You are under arrest.
Pow!
Well, suit yourself.
We're getting back late.
Don't forget to feed Sheba.
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Whoa‐oa‐oa ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Whoa‐oa‐oa ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Bring ♪
♪ Is it real, son, is it really real, son ♪
♪ Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real ♪
♪ Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one ♪
♪ Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real ♪
Yo, that shit is sounding phat, son!
You got another verse? ‐ I could write one up
in 'bout an hour. That be just the truth.
‐ I got a even better idea.
♪ I know I'll be made whole ♪
♪ Well, she spent her money ♪
♪ Here and there ♪
♪ Until she had no, had no more to spare ♪
♪ The doctors, they'd done... ♪
‐ It better be important, you letting my phone ring like that.
‐ Hey, it's Bobby.
Is, uh, is Sha there?
Sha?
Sha ain't been here for over a month now.
What?
Over a month?
- Why? - Boy wanna be a man.
Told his ass to get a real job,
not runnin' these streets, comin' in odd hours,
drivin' his mama crazy.
Boy stopped goin' to church when he know damn well he need Jesus.
‐ All right, I'm, uh, I'm sorry to bother you, sir.
Hey, yo, think you should, uh,
write that second verse after all.
‐ Cool, cool.
Yo, what the fuck does "truncate" mean?
‐ Nigga...
♪ ♪
Hey.
‐ What up?
Let's get... ‐ Okay.
Thank you. ‐ Yeah.
At first I wasn't sure
why you wanted to meet all the way out here.
‐ What you think?
‐ It's nice, but... I don't think
all these white people like us here.
‐ Hey, yo,
all these dead presidents...
I got 'em too.
Nobody care about black or white,
long as the money green.
‐ Mm‐kay. Oh. Thanks.
‐ Thank you.
Oh...
Nefertiti was a... beautiful,
powerful African queen, know what I mean?
‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ You the modern version.
Yo, we keep bubbling like this,
this shit gonna run out soon, son.
You feel me?
You lookin' burnt, cuz.
You good?
‐ Yeah.
Been up for days fucking with the speed machine,
you know,
working on Shotgun's new demo.
‐ I feel that. Hey, let me get back to this.
♪ I came to bring the pain ♪
♪ Hardcore from the brain ♪
♪ Let's go inside my astral plane ♪
♪ Find out my mental, based on my instrumental ♪
♪ Records, hey ♪
Hey, daddy, how you doin'?
They movin' shit like fuckin' White Castle
over here, son.
‐ Yo, meet down the block.
So your boy ain't makin' music no more, huh?
Bobby wants to be boss now.
What you think about that?
♪ ♪
‐ Oh... shit!
That's Dennis, D‐Lover.
Yo, son.
We gotta toast this nigga, son.
Yo, I ain't got the TEC on me.
You got the burner? ‐ You won't need it.
It ain't about takin' out a single enemy.
It's about taking out the entire competition. You know what I'm sayin'?
‐ So what's the plan then?
‐ I'm gon' burn this shit to the ground, my nigga.
♪ ♪
‐ Yo, son!
‐ Yo, Bobby.
Yo, B. O. B.
Y‐yo, I gotta talk to you, son.
♪ ♪
‐ Fuck.
‐ Yo, what's up? You ready or what, nigga?
‐ What, I'm getting out the fucking car!
The door is stuck, son! ‐ Move, son!
Fuckin' slowpoke, nigga.
Make sure y'all get all that shit.
♪ ♪
‐ Yo, wake up, nigga. What the fuck you waiting for?
Come on, son!
♪ ♪
What the fuck was that?
Hey! Hey!
There's a fire! Get out of here!
♪ ♪
‐ What the hell is goin' on?
Let's go. ‐ Shit.
♪ ♪
- Shit. - What we gonna do?
‐ Hey, yo.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Hey, yo, where we goin'?
‐ Down here! ‐ Fuck this shit!
Down the chute, down the chute, down the chute!
Yo, out, out, nigga, out the chute!
What the fuck, son? Oh, shit!
Oh, shit, yo‐‐ BOBBY: Come on, come on!
Everybody good?
‐
Yo, yo anybody grab the stash?
Yo‐‐the money?
Nothing?
- Fuck! - ‐ Fuck!
My music.
‐ Mama, what's that smell?
‐ What smell? ‐ Smells like burnt poop.
Randy.
Time for bed.
Come on, I'll read with you.
‐ Is somebody going to answer that?
‐ Hello?
Yes.
I accept the charges.
‐ Yo, how we, uh...
how we doing this week?
Bobby.
How we doin' this week?
Killer Hill! Killer Hill! Killer Hill!
‐ I'ma need that bail soon.
‐ Miami! ‐ Killer Hill!
‐ Bobby.
♪ ♪
- Bobby. - Baby.
♪ ♪
There's...
♪ ♪
Been an incident.
Tell your mama I need some more money
on my books, nigga.
Bum‐ass...
Hello? Yes, I accept the charges.
Bobby. Bobby.
Bobby, I gotta get out of here.
- Bobby. - Bobby.
Bobby. Wake up.
- Bobby. - Hurry.
‐ Those Aunt Goldie's?
Yeah. Let's go sell 'em on the road.
What about those other kids?
Man, fuck those other kids.
Who said you could sell here?
This is our road!
‐ Yo, get up. Get they ass.
♪ ♪
We'll survive this, Bobby.
‐ Hope you took their cigarettes.
‐ I didn't. ‐ Why not?
They were gonna take mine.
‐ We don't do things 'cause we're mad
or our feelings is hurt.
And we don't do things to be greedy.
We do what we do to survive.
We're survivors, Bobby.
Understand?
You're gonna have to survive without me one day.
Divine.
‐ Keep that.
You earned it.
♪ ♪
You earned it.
♪ ♪
Baby. There's been an incident.
Bobby, I gotta get out of here.
Let's go now to Staten Island,
where a mysterious fire broke out earlier this week
in a northeast neighborhood.
"Property was supposed to be renovated last year
"but, after foreclosure, has been vacant for over 10 months.
"Police and Fire believe the blaze was caused by squatters.
No one was harmed."
‐ Yo, them niggas is lucky as fuck, son.
We're gonna get 'em another time.
‐ Nah, it's a'ight.
They boss is locked up. They spot is gone.
They're done.
But we gotta talk about you now.
You ain't been honest with me.
‐ I don't know what you talkin' about, Pow.
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For real, I don't know what you talkin' about.
‐ Gets cold at night, don't it?
♪ ♪
‐ What's this?
‐ I need you workin' the streets, not sleeping in 'em.
know what I'm sayin'?
‐ Yo. ‐ Yeah, nigga.
‐ Yo, you got me a TV, son?
Yeah, something like that.
‐ I need a re‐up.
‐ Make sure they don't let
more than four or five fiends in at a time, right?
You runnin' this spot now, you hear me?
Yeah.
‐ I need to return this.
‐ Is there something wrong with it?
‐ No.
These guys are terrible.
Only decent player we got is Mattingly.
Yeah, well, the Yankees might stink, but...
baseball's been good to us this year.
‐ Oh, yeah.
‐ Extra sauce. Ranch.
And Wet‐Naps. ‐ Oh, yeah!
‐ Oh, she's one of the good ones, huh?
‐ She's a doll.
‐
♪ ♪
Hey, Ms. Diggs. How you doin'?
‐ Hey, Jason. I'll get your order for you.
‐ So, uh, these guys, they come to...
Make you an offer you can't refuse, huh?
‐ The balls on this kid.
Come on. It was pretty good.
‐ All right. Thank you, baby.
Thanks, ma'am.
Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.
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‐ You know the kid's a jerk‐off, right?
‐ Ah, come on. He watches all the gangster movies.
He likes 'em. He's a good kid.
‐ Yeah.
‐ Rib Shack.
‐ Hey, Mama, it's me.
‐ You know Barry doesn't like me getting calls here.
‐ Mama, I made a move.
A'ight?
It's probably not gonna be enough for Divine's bail,
but if we add this to the cash at Nia's,
we got just enough for a lawyer now.
I'ma step it up, Ma.
I am. ‐ I know, I know.
‐ I swear.
‐ Bobby, I know.
Ma.
Holy shit!
‐ Yo, Ma.
Fuck is going on?
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Get on the line.