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(gun shot)
(sirens wailing)
(Caribbean music)
♪ Wanna have fun, girl wanna have fun, girl ♪
- What's up with you baby?
- Ain't doing too much, chilling, man.
- You know, I'm about holla at Vaughn later on
try to make this move, that's all.
- You got so much man, Lord!
- Hey, not my business.
Man, I just got this clothing line cracking, man.
You know, G24, been doing it for a minute, man
but job been kind of giving it to me lately.
People don't buy nothing.
- After I make this move, you know what I'm saying?
Maybe I can throw something your way, man.
We can make this big, big.
- I might need you man.
'Cause like I said, you see the quality,
stuff nice, women like it, you know what I'm saying?
I mean, just be careful, man.
You be careful with that man.
- I got you man, but this shit nice.
- Yeah, they got pants and stuff go to it.
I said I was gonna do it quality this time, man.
- You know what?
Let me go ahead and cop in for you for my shorty.
- All right, I done won't no problems, man.
She go out and give it to dudes be hollering,
be mad at me.
- Whatever man, I ain't worried about that.
That's the last thing I'm fucking worried about.
- My man, my man.
What the...
(hip hop music)
Who is that man?
Something gleaming off righteous, god damn!
- I don't man, get it bruh.
- How you doing, hello how you doing?
Can I have a word with you for a second, please?
You got a pretty smile.
What's your name?
- I'm Jazz, what's your name?
- I'm Rollo, and I just met dude.
Nah, this my man.
- How you doing sweetheart?
- What's going on?
- What y'all do?
- Well, I sell clothes.
I have a clothing line I'm starting (indistinct).
I mean, working out it'll be perfect
if I can get your number and maybe we can talk about it,
over some drinks or something.
If it's possible.
I know we kind of new,
we sitting about making moves, we making money moves.
- That's it, that's all baby.
- I just wanna get your number.
- I like money moves.
- Well, I would love to take your number if it's possible.
- It's a fee to take my number.
- [Man] Well-
- Goddamn, what she need?
- [Man] It is what it is.
Let's not talk here in the parking lot.
(indistinct)
- Handle that baby.
- 202- - 202-
- 420- - 420,
I don't wanna miss no numbers.
- 78- - 78-
- 01- - 01-
- Jazz-
- Jazz, with a dollar sign.
Okay, I got that.
I'm gonna call you.
(indistinct)
It's locked in.
- So just text me so I can have your number
and then we can just-
- Okay-
- Rollo right? - Yeah, Rollo.
Okay, you be safe out here, all right.
- Goddamn!
- Ooh wee!
I can see her with some G2 on or off.
- Off preferably! (laughing)
- Off!
Man, look here man, life is good.
I ain't got no complaints.
Just be safe out here.
- I am, I am. - I appreciate you man-
- You got this. - Thank you.
(indistinct)
- But back to Jazz with the triple high.
God!
(indistinct)
Mm, mm, mm, I might have to dust all my blue pills.
(hip hop music)
- That's good right there, call this kid.
(phone ringing)
- [Von] Hey what's good, what's up with you bro?
- Hey man, what's happening, man?
Look, you busy right now?
'Cause I got something I need
to talk to you about, a proposition for you, bro.
- [Von] What's up though?
- Man, just pull up come through.
I can talk to you then.
- [Von] All right, give me like 30, 45 minutes.
I'll be through.
- All right, cool bet.
See you later. - [Van] Bet.
- Whew, get this money, man.
(knocking at door) Who is that?
Hey, what's up babe, how you feeling man?
(indistinct)
- You got me standing out here, man!
- Oh man, come on man.
I live in a nice quiet neighborhood.
You good.
Come on man, let's chop it up over at the table.
(laughing)
Man, what's good with you bro?
How you been?
- Ain't nothing, man.
Man out the way man.
- Tell me about it.
How's everything going on your end?
- Man, it's been kind of tight, man.
But I appreciate you looking out for me man.
- Come on.
- I ain't know who to turn to, in a drought,
you know what I'm saying?
- We folks, bro.
You know what I'm saying, we folks.
- Feel bad coming, man.
You know, asking for a favor.
- Man, don't even worry about it man.
There you go, man look.
- I appreciate you man.
You like family, man.
You know I got you.
- I know you got me man.
'Cause like right now, what I'm about to do
is man I'm about to holler at Von, man
and see if I can make this move,
this big move right quick man.
'Cause I'm trying to like get some real shit
for real for real.
- Man, you messing with Von's now?
- Man, he know the connect dog.
- Von!
- Yeah, what you know something, man?
He been straight with me.
- Man, that's like from what I understand, man
the cruddiest of crud, man.
- Oh man.
- I'm just saying man be careful, man.
That's just me.
- I got you though, man.
- I know the joker, but I don't-
- That's cool, man good looking I appreciate that.
(knocking at door)
Let me go see who that is.
I think that might be him.
What's up fool.
Chilling man, how you feel?
Everything good, man.
Have a seat man.
- All right.
- What's up (indistinct)
- Hey, what's going on, man!
(indistinct)
- You all right?
- What you up too?
- Staying out of the way, man.
- Look here I'm gone.
Look here, you remember what I told you?
- I know, I got you man.
Yeah, I know be safe, man.
- [Man] Yeah, all right?
- I'll see you later.
All right.
- Fuck you got your life savings on the table for?
- Man go ahead fool, this ain't nothing.
This some small shit right now.
- Shit, at least I know you trust me, man.
What's up though?
- Look man, I need you to holler at Tye for me,
'cause I know he fuck with you.
And I'm trying to make some shit happen?
- What I get out of it?
- So look here this right here is enough for two joints.
Since he fuck with you, I know he going to throw you two.
You bring me back the three, you flip the one,
then we go back and holler at him again.
- Why you ain't holler at Shay,
she all the way locked in with the nigga?
- Man, I don't need that bitch in my business.
Plus, I don't know him like that.
So that's why I'm coming to you for it.
- All right, so you want me to grab two joints,
tell him to throw me two, then one mine.
- Bet.
- I'm with that, now when you trying to make it happen?
- Man tonight. - Tonight.
- You know I gotta hit him and all that shit-
- All right, man hit him up, shit.
- You got a bag to put that shit in?
- Man, I got bags for you man.
Let me go get that. - All right, cool.
(dramatic music)
- All right, man.
(dramatic music)
- He just hit me, said to meet him in an hour and shit.
- All right, cool man, that work.
All right, so look here,
you go ahead and take this joint right here, man.
Text me when you ready, and hit the back door.
You know what I'm saying?
I'll be waiting on you, all right?
- So shit, you said this 80, right?
- It's, 80 man.
You know I ain't going to play you, do you like that.
- All right, it's cool man.
- All right man, hit me.
- Bet. (exhales)
- What you 'bout to do when we leave from here?
- Bout to go in the house and get some beauty rest,
take it easy.
- Yeah, you don't need much of that, already beautiful.
- Thank you. - You welcome.
- You don't look too bad yourself.
I like your hair.
- Oh yeah.
(hip hop music)
See little ass being nosey, I told you mind your business.
(gunshots)
- Fuck!
Should've just mind his business!
(closes door)
(buzzing alarm)
(hip hop music)
- I'm a get that bitch, she thought shit was sweet.
No, she got me all the way fucked up!
I can't wait to I find her.
(hip hop music)
♪ I should chill but my finger itching ♪
♪ Hit you hood with three page hating niggas ♪
(hip hop music)
(suspenseful music)
♪ I'm balling, bitch ♪
(hip hop music)
- I need this nigga, right now.
(indistinct)
♪ I don't fuck with these niggas, they know we ain't friends ♪
- Shit, that's your man?
Who this right here?
- That's that nigga, Von.
- Oh yeah? - Yeah.
He always on some wild shit.
Make sure you keep an eye on this nigga.
- Oh wow, okay.
- Got your joint on you?
- You know I keep the joint on me.
Shit, you got yours?
- Hell yeah. - All ready.
Let's see what's so with this wild ass nigga, though.
(hip hop music)
(closes door)
- Shit, nigga Big A said you got two weeks, man.
- Oh yeah.
- If I was man you, I wouldn't be late.
- Yeah, all right.
- You good? - Yeah, we good.
(hip hop music)
♪ On the block with the OGs I'm shooting the ceelo ♪
(suspenseful music)
♪ I'm balling ♪
- Man, I know I told that fool to text me for he came over.
Fuck!
(suspenseful music)
- What's good, what's happening, man?
I thought I told you to hit me?
- Shit, I did.
- Man, yeah right whatever.
(gunshots)
(suspenseful music)
- Hey shorty, I gotta run in and holla at my man real quick,
but take a few shots,
and we'll see it do what it do, huh?
- Real quick, huh?
- I mean, that's the plan, but...
- So, what's your budget?
- I mean, I got some short shit,
but I mean that ain't the point.
The point is let's go in, enjoy ourself,
and see what the night comes.
Why everything about money all the time?
I like you.
You got a pretty complexion.
You smell good.
That'll take all the fun out of it, you know?
- Well, let's put your money where your mouth at,
and then we can just have fun a fun night, okay?
- That's why I like you, man.
It's all business.
So, let's go on in here, and have a few shots
and we can talk from there.
- Sounds good, come on.
(knocks on door)
- Oh my God!
What the fuck! - Oh my gosh, is he drunk?
- He dead, this my man too, slim.
Fuck, call 911 or something?
- I ain't with that hot shit.
(gunshot)
Pussy.
(suspenseful music)
(closes door)
(hip hop music)
♪ By myself I had to kick in the door ♪
♪ The fuck they don't love me no more ♪
(hip hop music) (indistinct)
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
- Lady I need your help ASAP.
- Are you okay?
- No, I'm not!
Can you pull up on me? - Hold on, hold on.
You gotta go
Okay, say less.
- All right, thank you.
You gonna kick me out like that
Yeah, follow me on the gram.
- On the gram?
- Yes, follow me @dollydearest.
Send me a DM. - DM though?
- Yeah DM, I'ma see you boo.
- Damn, that's messed up.
(closes door) (hip hop music)
- Hello, what's up Sam?
Shit, you around?
I'm 'bout to pull up.
(hip hop music)
- Fuck!
Aint no sheets and funnel in here, gotta go to the gas station
(hip hop music)
♪ Asking me why I ain't blow, shit nigga I don't know ♪
♪ I was like a kid in the winter playing with the snow ♪
♪ Shit gave me a rush like a kid in the candy store ♪
♪ Got so many plugs I be like eni, mini, mighty, moe ♪
♪ I was on the rip all night, all day ♪
♪ 25/8 nuts full of 12 12 A's in the field ♪
(hip hop music)
- Man, my man. - Yo!
- What's up with you.
- Cooling man. - Oh yeah?
- Yeah man. - Talk to me.
- I know I can handle it, man.
I've been trying to move to the next level,
Shay keep spoonfeeding me, man.
It's time for me to move up.
- I hear you talking man,
but you know I ain't trying to start no friction
between you and Shay.
- Won't be no friction, man.
I owe here a couple of dollars.
I'm going to call her, pay that shit off,
and I'm going to get back at you.
- All right, bet.
That'll give me some time to see
if it's in my best interest to give you a shot, feel me?
- You won't be disappointed.
- My man.
- All right, you be safe. - You too.
- Bet.
- Hey girl.
I'm out front, okay.
(closes door)
So what's going on?
Why you out here looking like the Grim Reaper and shit?
- Can you take me to the gas station?
I need to smoke bad.
- I know you ain't stop my 68 session
because your lungs is bleeding.
- 68 session.
- 69 and I owe you one.
I met this thirsty ass nigga at the liquor store.
- When today?
- Yes pooh.
I was there at the liquor store
to get my usual pint of 1800.
(closes door)
(passing traffic)
- Damn, who the fuck is that?
(cars passing)
- Meet this dude talking about you deserve
the finer things in life.
He buy me the bottle of 1942.
Next thing you know we in the car.
My legs is wrapped around his neck.
He's going in and then you call me.
So what's up?
- Damn, you over here thotting at the liquor store?
- So, ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of neck.
You hear me? (laughing)
- No, but for real though.
We need to hit this j.
I need to clear my mind.
- I got this 1942 right here.
- It ain't open?
He ate it on site, sober sis?
- Yes, let's pop this bottle, we 'bout to roll up.
- Facts.
(car engine)
- What's good, fool. - [Man] Good fool.
- Man, ain't shit bro.
- I see you all in the cut and shit.
You lucky I ain't one of these scary ass niggas, man.
You all calling me from the car and shit.
- You wanna pull over though, holler at you.
- Shit, that's a bet, fool.
- Bet.
(hip hop music)
(police siren)
- What's good fool?
- Shit, what's up with you my nigga?
- Ain't too much man.
But shit, had to switch it up 'cause of the Rona.
- Yeah, Rona got you playing the cut, huh?
- All ready man, shit trying to grab some wings though?
- Your hungry ass, man hell yeah.
'Cause I gotta holla at you about some real shit anyway.
For sure.
(closes door)
- Shit, what's good fool?
You know I got that on me.
- Shit, I'm hip to you.
Nah, I'm tight like the '96 Bulls.
But what I do need you to do is watch
that little nigga Trey and that bitch Shay for me.
- Shit, what they owe up?
- Nah, it ain't even that.
It's the nigga Trey I'm worried about more than Shay.
See, I'm about to put this little nigga in position,
and I don't need him out here purping
like he no motherfucking kingpin, you feel me?
- Yeah man.
You put Trey in position.
I told you, he a young Bama though.
- Yeah, hell yeah.
- Shay is Shay though.
- I ain't seen the little Derk, man.
Little nigga used to hit me up
play Chess every now and again.
You heard from him?
- Shit, I ain't hear from fool either.
Matter of fact, don't always be over Shay joint?
- Yeah.
- Shit, and she ain't say nothing.
When I spoke to her earlier.
I don't know what's up with that nigga, man.
He might be on motherfucking moves, man.
You feel me?
- Shit, fuck all that, man.
A nigga hungry than a motherfucker.
We still gonna hit this carry out or what?
- Hell yeah, as long as you treating.
- Shit, treating I got the food, you got the bottle?
- What bottle? (laughing)
- Man, you already know, we going to get that 1942.
- Hell yeah. - Let's ride, man.
(hip hop music) (starting car ignition)
(hip hop music)
(door closes)
(indistinct)
- Can I get some sheets and funnel?
Thank you.
(door closes)
(closes car door)
(car engine) (laughing)
- Girl!
(hip hop music)
(closes door)
(light soul music)
♪ So lay your head on my pillow and just relax ♪
♪ Lay your head on my pillow and just relax ♪
(uptempo music)
Hey baby.
How was your day,
Dayum girl
I shoulda asked you that first huh?
- It's all good, appreciate that though.
I was just out making my rounds,
securing the bag, that's all.
- So, did you run into our friend?
- Man who is our friend though?
- You know, the one that's in our spot.
The know who time is running up?
You know, our friend who's going to pass the torch
whether he likes it or not.
- Yeah, I saw him.
- So, do we have a problem?
If so, why?
- Yeah, no we good.
He got me on this other move, man.
He got me watching his cash cows.
I'm thinking we can make a play on them too, though.
- Fuck you love this nigga or something?
- What the fuck?
- He is the cash cow.
It seem like you emotionally attached
to the nigga or something.
You know what, I'm a do it myself.
(thudding stairs)
(passing cars)
(phone ringing)
(closes door)
(hip hop music)
Fuck he want?
Oh yeah he might got that bread he owe me
I need that asap
(car alarm beeping)
(hip hop music)
- What's up, I missed your call.
- Shay, where you at?
I need to see you ASAP.
- I'm around.
- Shit, I got a couple dollars for you.
Trying to slide though?
- You early though.
I wasn't expecting your call until the weekend.
You must've called a 1-800 hustling or something.
- You got jokes, but shit niggas jamming like shit
trying to pay this debt off.
- You need another one?
- No, I'm good right now.
- All right, give me like 20-30 minutes.
You around the way?
- Yeah, I'll be around.
- All right. (hip hop music continues)
(indistinct)
- Hello, hey big head, you miss me?
You if the price is right?
Alright, I'm gonna hit you when I get in.
Make sure you bring Papa Smurf with you.
- First of all who is big head?
- Big head is one of my hood joints,
who be dropping a bag on me after a session.
- What about Poppa Smurf?
- Those them Blue faces sis.
- You on some kinky shit!
(laughing)
- Okay, so what's going on with you?
You got some boy troubles.
You get you a pinky ass nigga, or something?
- Something like that, but don't even
start doing too much okay?
- Okay.
- I got body in my trunk.
- What, you got a whole body in the trunk of the Camaro?
How the fuck did it get there and who is it?
- Derk, but let me tell you what happened.
- Derk-
- Let me tell you what happened.
I went to go talk to Shay, right?
And she had all of this money on the counter.
She was putting money in the money counter.
She had vic written all over her face,
so I had to get her ass.
- So, why did you rob your plug?
One, that was stupid.
And, why is she not in the back of the trunk?
And do you know she was just
at the gas station in back of us?
- What?
- You lucky she didn't even see your ass.
- Why you didn't say nothing?
- How am I supposed to know you got a whole nigga
in the back of the trunk, and this is this nigga?
- Man, we gotta bury this nigga.
- I got you sis, what's up?
- Where at? - Rock Creek Park.
- All right, let's go!
(suspenseful music)
(thunder sound) (suspenseful music)
(car engine starts)
(hip hop music)
(indistinct)
(hip hop music continues)
- [Man] But you ain't understand why the shit up though!
(airplane jet) (indistinct)
But this what I'm hipping you to right now.
It's a drought, niggas is fucked up, so that's why-
(closes door)
- Damn girl, you got the truck smelling
like Vicky Secret and shit.
- I can't be riding around smelling like pack all day.
Shit, you smell good, what you got on?
- Shit, this my personal cologne
I call it getting money.
- Funny, what you got for me?
- Damn, strictly business huh?
I got what I owe you brown bag gang
- Cool, you sure you straight for right now?
I got another half gotta go get it, though?
- [Man] Nah, I'm good.
- You ain't switching up on me are you?
- Never that, it's time for me to move to the next level.
- I told you come up with 50, we can go half.
I'm ready wherever you are.
- I'll let you know when I'm ready for that.
- You stop tricking, you'd be ready now.
- Hey, but I'll call you in a couple of days.
- All right boy, whenever you ready.
(closes door)
(suspenseful music)
- All right, you ready?
(closes door)
(suspenseful music continues)
- Come on girl.
He heavy, come on.
Hurry up before this nigga start stinking and shit.
(ambulance sirens)
- Damn shorty, what you wanna do?
Why you gotta take a nigga through all this?
- Fuck you mean?
Boy you playing where my $220 you was talking about.
- [Man] I met this bad ass joint yesterday.
I'll send you a picture and everything.
She bad then a mother fucker.
(indistinct) She be uptown man.
(hip hop music)
- Damn, he cute as shit.
You should've let me get him.
I would've put 'em to sleep for you.
- I know you not deadass fantasizing about a dead nigga.
This nigga had been eating shit to be skinny.
- I'm just saying, you know I like dark skinned niggas,
and he skinny as shit too.
He is heavy, but shit.
Girl, where your shovel at?
- I ain't got no shovel.
- So, ain't we gonna bury him
like the gangster movies or something?
- No, we gonna leave his ass right here.
- You know, the joggers is going to find
his ass in the morning.
- Ain't nobody worried about no joggers sis,
I'm going on vacation anyway.
- Where you going?
- I don't know, but we need to get the fuck away from here.
- Come on!
(indistinct)
- I don't think you understand.
This shit ain't just happen.
Derk and Shay (indistinct)
I don't think you understand,
'cause I gotta find Shay too,
'cause I know she got people looking for me,
and I know she looking for me.
- Well let me do it, get Shay.
- What?
- I can do it, it'll be like Rico.
Yeah, it's like 14 bricks right there.
- If they can see us, don't be pillow talking.
You know how you get when you get dickmatized.
- Don't play with me.
Niggas get shot everyday, sis.
(hip hop music)
Is that that bitch right their? FUCK!
Hold up let me go back around see this shit again
♪ Money make the world go round ♪
♪ What you doing with your 24 hours ♪
♪ Money make the world go round, yeah it do ♪
♪ Get the money, the respect and the power ♪
♪ Money make the world go 'round ♪
♪ What you doing with your 24 hours ♪
(money machine)
(hip hop music)
♪ I've been on a mission ♪
♪ Since I was in the kitchen ♪
♪ Get out here and get it ♪
♪ No complaining ain't no bitching ♪
♪ Had to hustle hard so I wouldn't starve in these streets ♪
♪ Be a drug struggle gang but I been knew how to eat ♪
♪ I be with hustlers and killers, real drug dealers ♪
- Hello?
(hip hop music)
I know this fuck nigga aint hang up
What the fuck
♪ Money make the world go 'round ♪
♪ What you doing with your 24 hours ♪
♪ Money make the world go 'round, yeah it do ♪
♪ Get the money, the respect and the power ♪
Yeah this nigga playing
♪ I sell these clothes, used to sell them O's ♪
♪ I get bank rolls ♪
♪ I fucks these hoes ♪
♪ Me, my nigga, bank know ♪
♪ Presto, let's go ♪
♪ Money is the motive ♪
(hip hop music)
♪ Money make the world go 'round, yeah it do ♪
(indistinct)
- [Woman] We are the hurricane.
We came through, we fuck shit up,
and we leave just like the hurricane.
(indistinct)
(television background)
Can't live with them
- Jazz, you still here?
- Yeah.
- [Man] Well, I gotta make a run real quick,
so you gotta get dressed.
- What you bout to do?
- [Man] I got some business to take care of real quick,
and I don't know how long I'm gonna be though.
(hip hop music)
- Cool, say less, I'm out.
- [Man] Pre game shit-
- [Woman] Okay, yeah.
- [Man] Pre game shit, we'll be back later though,
see what's really happening.
(thudding stairs)
(closes door)
Hey let me see that joint one more time though
- Don't fucking touch me.
Always lunchin
Nah!
Bye!
- Y'all starting early out here tonight.
Y'all pregame for real.
- 220, girl I said two 20s.
(hip hop music)
(closes door)
(suspenseful music)
- Two 20s? - Yeah.
- You got me all the way fucked up.
- What you mean?
- Matter of fact, give me two 20s.
- What the fuck!
- I don't know who the fuck.
Nigga get out.
That's why they looking for your ass now!
- Are you serious? - Bye, nah.
- That's cold, what the fuck bro.
That's fucked up!
- And don't slam my door.
(knocking on door)
(hip hop music)
- What's good my dude!
- How are you, man?
- What's going on?
- What's good with you though?
- I need you to handle some shit.
- You already know, say the word.
What's good?
- First, I'm a need to drop this package off to Tre.
Need you to slide uptown and give that nigga Von a pillow.
- That nigga Von, huh?
I just bought this motherfucker (indistinct).
He gonna be the first motherfucker to get it.
(indistinct)
- Yeah man, you want a drink or something?
- Yeah, pour a shot of that.
- A shot, you know what I'm saying?
(indistinct)
- You wanna sit down?
Na you know I'm 10 toes down
- Von MIA. - Oh yeah?
- I'm a keep it that way, you feel me?
- Say less.
- [Man] That's 10 stacks, take care of that, man.
(hip hop music)
That's a Bet man.
- Find this nigga.
Say less, I can't wait to find this nigga.
(indistinct)
- Shit, we gonna get up.
- All right-
- Hit me soon- - I'm ready, bro.
(hip hop music)
♪ Welcome to my galaxy ♪
♪ Tell me what's your fantasy ♪
♪ And I'm gonna go and plan it ♪
♪ And have you another planet ♪
♪ Let's go overboard goddammit ♪
♪ The mothership just landed ♪
♪ Get ready to explore ♪
♪ Have you coming back for more ♪
(cars passing)
(suspenseful music)
- Fuck!
I'm a kill that bitch!
(suspenseful music)
(cars passing) (ambulance siren)
Up here.
We good?
- Yeah, shit hold up.
Tye giving you a shot, so don't fuck it up!
He gave you some specific instructions.
I suggest you follow 'em to a T.
If not, you won't see it coming.
It's the only warning I give.
I only give one.
Shit, you seen Von?
Na
I know that's your man, is you sure?
- No man, I ain't seen him.
(indistinct)
- Yo.
- [Man] What's going on with you.
- What's good?
- [Man] Shit, Kash asked about you
like he looking for you.
- Oh yeah, where at?
- [Man] Shit, down H Street.
- Bet. - [Man] Bet.
- Yeah, that's what's up.
Yeah, hey T.
Let's ride right quick.
- Tye got niggas looking for me and shit.
Pull off man.
- Hey listen, we gonna make this shit happen, man!
(hip hop music)
- Goddamn girl, look at you with that 42.
Where my cup at?
- You want me to make you one boo?
Uh, uh, uh.
Hold on little thot.
You gotta wait 'til I come back with your cup.
- Hurry up girl, I got some things to do to you.
(hip hop music)
- So how are you doing?
I've been running around, couldn't wait to see you.
- Oh you so sweet baby.
I had a good day today.
I'm about to be in position real shit.
- Shit, you about to not have no competition.
- What you mean?
- You ain't hear what happened to Shay.
- No, what happened?
- We going to talk about it after.
(hip hop music continues)
♪ She making moves, I'm making Moves, we on the clock ♪
♪ She like how I get it, I know she committed ♪
♪ Let's get it don't stop ♪
- There he go.
(hip hop music)
- Listen slim, next time you see this nigga,
you better dog this nigga.
Man, I'm telling you this shit going on.
Man deal with this shit!
- Man, fuck all them niggas.
And that bitch for real.
- Just deal with it, man.
That's what it is, man, simple as that.
(hip hop music)
That nigga work!
- The streets say you looking for me.
- Hell yeah, I was looking for you man.
- What's good?
- Shid I was sent to collect.
- Oh, you a flunky.
A deoderant man.
Oh step and fetch ass nigga!
- Man look here, man.
You owe up, Time to pay up.
- Man, nigga fuck you and Tye.
- You gonna pay up, whether you like it or not.
- Like I said fuck you and Tye-
- Oh yeah, that's how you're going?
- That's what I said.
- You just gonna let him walk off, nigga?
Dog 'em nigga, dog 'em!
(gunshots)
- What the fuck!
(ambulance sirens)
- Ah, damn!
(thunder sound) (suspenseful music)
FUCK! What the fuck happened?
The nigga Von set me up slim.
(suspenseful music)
(indistinct)
- Yeah, I've been shot, 7th Street, northeast, across the street from CVS hurry up.
(suspenseful music)
♪ They gonna walk up on you ♪
♪ All that pain made a nigga heartless ♪
♪ He got homies killing robbing ♪
♪ His profession made him honest ♪
♪ But the trenches made him toxic ♪
♪ Fuck bitches we chasing dollars ♪
♪ PTSD since a toddler ♪
♪ These niggas is not my problems ♪
♪ I know that guerrilla rocking ♪
♪ That la fa milia rocking ♪
♪ That plea, I ain't bout to cop it ♪
♪ The violence ain't bout to stop ♪
♪ This a FM fucking glock ♪
♪ I get 'em fresh out the box ♪
- [Robotic Voice] ICU!