Original subtitles

- Previously

on "Family Business: New Orleans"...

- Larry?

- Aunt Shirley, who my mama dancing with?

- You said tonight was all mine.

- Something important has come up, and I got to go.

- Kendall.

- I'ma find you before the night is over.

You hear? - OK.

- Who did you see carrying my brother's body?

- That chicken foot wearing motherfucker Floyd

was carrying his body out the Blues.

- Round the boys up.

Seems like we got some business at the Blues.

Don't we?

[bluesy hip-hop music]

? ?

- ? All I know is my mama ?

? All I know is my kin ?

? All I know is my family ?

? Burn the city down 'bout them ?

? Gave the Lord my troubles ?

? God forgive me my sins ?

? But when it comes to my family ?

? Burn the city down 'bout them ?

? Ain't no business, ain't no business ?

? Unless the family in it ?

? Ain't no business, ain't no business ?

? Unless the family in it ?

? Shine a light, y'all ?

? ?

[boat horns blaring]

[tense music]

? ?

- Saint.

- Why are you looking so happy?

You don't look like a man who just found out

his brother died from foul play.

- My brother's death was unfortunate.

But we don't have all of the pieces to the puzzle.

Retrieving those pieces, that's the business at hand.

Now, I'll be handling that business.

If things get ugly or personal, then fuck it.

You know what I'm saying?

Yeah, but for now, I gotta remain calm.

Mm. My guy.

[sighs] Is everything in place.

- Fellas is outside waiting.

- Let's go handle our business, then.

[chuckles]

Saint, give me a second.

- You got it, boss.

? ?

- Pierre, if you can hear me,

I know wasn't a good big brother

when you were little.

I swear I'm gonna make it up this time.

I love you, bro.

? ?

You better not be lying.

- Look, man, I told you, if I'm lying, I'm dying, man.

- You got that right.

- Come on, man. I just want my money, man.

Where y'all taking me? Where are we going?

- We're on a search for the truth.

[smooth music]

? ?

- Wake up. Wake up.

I want to ask you something.

- Yeah?

- Why are you here?

- Baby, I'm here because I miss you.

- I miss you too, baby.

? ?

- Well, I still would like to know

what the hell Shirley's got going on

that she has to ask Curtis and Lauryn for help.

I mean, what the fuck?

That shit doesn't make any sense.

That's crazy.

- Well, Shirley didn't ask.

Marquis asked.

I mean, I don't think that Shirley is upset

with LC and Chippy.

I just think that she has a different way of loving them.

Because, you know, we're family.

You know, she loves us.

But she's against the violence and the drugs.

She always was.

- That's some ironic shit.

I mean, what the fuck?

Big Shirley doesn't like violence?

After all that shit we had to do

to help her get the Blues back, back in the day?

That's bullshit.

- But I know when we got here,

it seemed like all the problems were solved.

Huh.

- Hey, where are you going?

- I am going to Shirley's

because I know she's wondering where I am.

Do you want to come?

- No, baby.

I don't think it's a good idea

to let people know that I'm here.

Not now.

I think Shirley thinks about me as

the same as she thinks of LC.

The only important thing to me

is that you know where to find me.

- OK. - OK?

- OK. I know where to find you.

[laughs]

Yes, I know where to find my baby.

[laughs]

[dramatic music]

? ?

- Oh, shit.

? ?

[shower running]

[bell dings]

[upbeat music]

? ?

- Bruh. - Mm?

- We about to eat in a few minutes.

You can't wait? - Man, I can't help myself.

This shit is good.

God.

I'm telling you, man, all my mom know how to cook is gumbo.

I got to get as much good cooking as I can.

I love my mama, but I'm telling you, man,

she be trying to poison me.

- [laughs] - Really.

- Boy, what'd you say about my cooking?

- I was just telling Curtis how your gumbo-

how good the gumbo-

- Yeah. - Uh-huh. OK.

- I don't know what you fussing about.

Everybody know your ass can't cook.

[laughter]

- Does smell good.

- Thanks, Aunt Shirl.

Mo. - Hmm?

- Sit down. I'll make you a plate.

- I'd rather stand next to you and eat the bacon.

You know what? Marquis is telling the truth.

This is very good, Curtis. You keep cooking like this,

I might have to take you upstairs

and see what else you're working with,

because a man like you come along

only in nursery rhymes and fairy tales.

- Don't get yourself in trouble.

- Don't play with me. I like a little trouble.

- Girl, you take that man upstairs,

you better bring your pistol.

Because if his mama find out, ain't gonna be

no nursery rhyme and fairy tales.

It's gonna be a goddamn horror movie.

- And we all know what happens to Black people

in horror movies.

They end up dead.

- Mm-hmm. - Hot mess.

Girl, fix your hair.

- I'm fixing it.

- Mama, where you been?

- That's none of your business.

I have one husband.

His name is Larry, not Curtis.

- I'm glad you remembered you're still married.

And I wonder if Daddy knew you was coming in-

- Ah. Don't get slapped, young man.

- Look, Ma, I'm just saying.

- You know, and I'm just saying.

You've been around here long enough to know

I have never disrespected your father.

So don't you accuse me of shit

unless you walk one day in my shoes.

- You through.

- She act like this is my fault.

Like she ain't do nothing wrong.

- Take a deep breath, Curtis.

You don't know she did anything.

- Oh, I think that we do.

Our mama ain't the type to stay out all night

for no reason, Aunt Shirley.

- Thank you.

- [laughs] But I ain't mad.

And neither should you be, Curtis.

She sacrificed a lot for us over the years,

and I for one thinks she deserves to be happy,

right, wrong, or indifferent.

- Mm-hmm. - Wrong.

- Could you pass me the strawberries?

- I'd like some more bacon myself.

- I got you. - Right here. There you go.

[tense music]

? ?

- Yeah.

? ?

- So that sister-in-law of yours was more adventurous

than I gave her credit for.

- We don't know that for sure. - Hmm.

So you telling me you don't think

anything happened last night?

Girl, even her kids think something happened last night.

That lady was out all night and came in

looking tore up from the floor up.

- Well, what I know and what I think,

those are two different things, Mo.

- OK, well, what do you think happened?

- I think- - Hmm.

- I think- - Mm-hmm?

- I think she got sliced and diced last night,

is what I think.

[both laugh] - You know she did!

Did you see the way her wig was cocked to the side?

Girl, I wanted to reach up and straighten it out for her.

- Stop it. [both laugh]

- Hot mess. - Oh, my God.

Who was that guy, anyway?

Because I know you be knowing.

- I don't know who he was. He had the mask on all night.

I couldn't tell.

- Well, at least she had fun.

- Mm-hmm.

I should be so lucky. You know what?

Speaking of a good time, what are we gonna do

about Antoinette and Marquis?

- Girl, the way Saint showed his ass,

I don't think she's coming back.

Well, at least, I don't think I want her to come back,

because that girl, she gonna get my son killed.

But not if I can help it.

- Not if we both can help it.

I love Marquis.

- Who is that? - Mm. I don't know.

But he sure is easy on the eyes.

And he keeps looking over here.

You think he's a high roller or something?

- I don't think so.

They usually don't wake up till around noon.

- Huh. Maybe he's Alcohol and Tobacco.

- Nah, that suit costs more than those crooked bastards

make all year.

- Maybe he's a process server with the IRS.

- Do you always have to go to the worst-case scenario, Mo?

Get the damn door. - I said high roller first.

[light music]

- May I help you, sir?

- Remember me?

- I can't say that I do. No.

Should I?

- I guess not.

It was a long time ago.

Anyway, I'm Gabriel Williams.

- What can I do for you, Mr. Williams?

- Gabriel, please.

And is there somewhere we could talk privately?

I have a proposition I'd like to present to you.

- I'm a very busy woman, Gabriel.

Do you have a card?

- Of course.

- I see. You're a developer.

- Yes.

One of the biggest in Atlanta.

- Atlanta.

You came all the way out here from Atlanta?

- I have come a long way

for just a few moments of your time.

I promise, it will be worth your while.

- Well, I always like to hear our people out.

But you're probably gonna be very disappointed.

- I have confidence in my ability

to sway people to my way of thinking.

If not, there's always my checkbook.

[chuckles]

- OK.

[uneasy music]

- [sighing]

? ?

[knives slashing]

? ?

Shit.

? ?

Floyd! Floyd! Floyd!

Floyd.

Floyd!

? ?

- Let's make this short and sweet, shall we?

You are not the first developer to sit in that chair.

However, you are the first Black one.

But before you start trying to sell me a dream,

you should know that the Blues has been in my family

for over 150 years,

dating all the way back to slave master Charlie,

who fell in love with my great-great-great-grandma.

And when he died, he left her this place.

So as a Black man, I'm sure that you could understand

that the Blues and the 33 acres that it sits on

is not for sale.

This club, this casino right here,

this is my family's legacy.

And there is no amount of money that can buy it.

Have I made myself clear?

- Shirley, I-

I think you are under the wrong impression here.

I would like to propose a purchase,

but not for Midnight Blues.

I mean, it would be a great addition to my portfolio,

but it's not why I'm here.

- Well, I don't have anything else worth purchasing.

I mean, except my home,

and I'm damn sure not selling that.

So why are you here?

- [chuckles]

You don't remember me, do you?

I am here because of you.

Because of the time we spent together.

- Mister, I have never seen you in my entire life.

- I guess it was naive of me

to think that you would remember,

but it was special to me.

But try and think back.

I'm sure you'll remember.

[chuckles]

- State your business or get the hell out of my club.

- [sighs]

[chuckles]

- It was a long time ago.

Spring break, college.

Some friends drove from Jacksonville

to Waycross, Georgia, for my birthday.

[tense music]

They took me to a place called Big Sam's.

? ?

- [sighs]

Big Sam's.

- Ah.

[laughs]

So you do remember.

- Big Sam's? Yes.

You, not so much.

Look, mister, if this is some sort of shakedown,

baby, you done come to the wrong place.

- Look, I can assure you,

this is not a shakedown of any kind.

And there's absolutely no need for that gun.

- I'm gonna be the judge of that.

How dare you come into my place of business,

bringing up my past, a part of me

that I buried a long time ago.

- Well, I'm sorry to hear that,

but I've never forgotten you.

I can't.

I would never forget you.

[chuckles]

Especially with you being my first and all.

- First?

- Yeah.

- Like first, first?

- You turned me upside down and all around.

And I've had my fair share of women, but none-

none as memorable as you.

- Look, I'm flattered,

but I don't do that kind of thing anymore.

- Not even for $25,000?

$100,000?

- 100,000?

- Indeed.

? ?

This is a milestone birthday for me,

and I would love nothing more than to relive

the best night of my life.

And I am willing to pay you handsomely to do it.

- I have already told you,

I don't do that kind of thing anymore.

I've started a whole new life for myself.

Why can't you respect that?

- Because I don't think you understand

how important this is to me.

I've been looking for you for years.

I hired several private investigators

just to find you.

And I'm not the type of man who gives up on things easily.

- So you hired a private investigator to find me,

and you want to pay me $100,000 so you can relive

some boyhood fantasy of sleeping with me again.

- In a nutshell, yes.

- OK, this just got really weird.

I think that you need to leave.

- How much?

Because I'm not going anywhere until I get what I came for.

So what number will turn that no

into a yes?

- I think you need to get the fuck out of my office.

[suspenseful music]

- What is going on in here?

- Nothing. Mr. Williams was just leaving.

What's up, Mo?

- Jean LeBlanc and the Crescent Boys just pulled up.

- Shit.

You need to get the fuck out of my office now.

- Mister, I don't know who you are,

but she doesn't just pull out pistols.

So either you insulted her or you pissed her off.

Each is a shootable offense.

- I did not mean to do either,

so let's let cooler heads prevail.

Shirley, this conversation isn't over.

You and I will talk about this again.

And there's still a couple of days till my birthday.

[chuckles]

? ?

Have a good day, ladies.

- What was that about?

- [sighs]

Nothing. I'll tell you later.

What's up with Jean?

? ?

- Come on.

- Nah.

You want me to go in there?

- Man, what you think?

- I can't go in there, man.

Look, I told y'all everything y'all need to know, man.

I go in there, I'm as good as dead, man.

A good snitch is not a dead snitch.

- You keep your eyes on him.

If he makes one false move,

you stick him and dump him in the swamp.

- For sure.

- And you cool out here.

If you see Floyd and Marquis, you let me know.

I don't want them interrupting our little meeting

with Big Shirley.

- We got you.

- Let's go.

- Excuse me, sir, but you can't come in here with that gun.

- Who gonna stop us?

You?

- We know the way.

- Monique, we have a problem.

- Oh, shit, Cinderella.

- What?

- He was cute.

- I'll be right back.

- Hey, man, don't go getting in no trouble, Prince.

- Never that. - Come on.

- Hey.

Hey, Cinderella.

- Speaking of, let me call you back.

Prince, right?

You recognize me outside of costume.

Impressive.

- Thought I was gonna forget these eyes?

And that walk?

- I'm just shocked you remember me.

You know, I waited all night for that dance.

- [sighs] You know Black people.

They can't have a lit night without something going left.

I had to leave early, and that was my brother

who got into it with that dude over his girl.

- That was your brother who beat up security.

- I'm afraid so.

But that's not an excuse.

I'm not a man with excuses.

And if I said I'm gonna do something,

I should just do it, right?

So you got to let me make it up to you.

- Make it up to me how?

- I mean, I know a dope spot in the French Quarter.

They got good food.

It's a dope vibe, good DJ.

And I know the dude that owns

the number one dispensary in town.

- Mm-mm. - Come on.

Like, you don't want me to be

the Prince Charming to your Cinderella?

- [laughs]

OK, fine.

But I'll meet you there.

- What?

Oh, you definitely got a man.

I will get rid of him, today.

- I do not have a man.

And if I wanted somebody to disappear,

I would do that myself.

It's just, I'm staying with family,

and I want to be respectful of their home.

- All right.

- Here.

Put your number in my phone, and text me.

- I don't text.

But I'ma call you.

Beautiful.

- ? All flavors of you ?

? My taste buds won't get rid of you ?

- I hope I'm not interrupting, but you and I need to talk.

- Well, this is a little unexpected.

But it's always good to see you, Jean.

What do you have on your mind?

Is this about your boy Saint roughing up

one of my employees?

- [chuckles]

- No.

Right now, I'm here looking for information about my brother.

See, a little birdie told me

that he was seen here the night he died.

Is that true?

- I don't know. I wasn't here.

Floyd did mention something about it.

You know your brother loved to play poker.

He wasn't very good at it, but he did love to play it.

- That's interesting,

because that same little birdie told me

that he saw Floyd and your son

shoving Pierre's body in the back of a truck.

- That is a goddamn lie. - Is it?

- Your brother Pierre left here alive and well.

And I have video to prove it.

- [chuckles]

Well, is it possible for me to see that video?

It would go a long way in clearing up

this misunderstanding, Shirley.

- Sure, as long as you bring me

that lying-ass piece of shit who told you that lie.

I don't like mess, Jean.

And we both know that $100,000 would get anybody

to say just about anything.

I can't have people lying on my family.

It's bad for my business.

- That's true.

Well, let me get with my source and see what we can arrange.

But until I see that tape, Shirley,

this thing between you and I is far from over.

- I agree.

Somebody lying on my son and my brother,

that just made it personal.

- Very personal.

But I hope it doesn't offend you

if I bring the corpse of that little birdie back

in a plastic bag.

- Doesn't matter to me, Jean, dead or alive.

Dead just saves me the trouble of doing it myself.

- [chuckles]

I'll be in touch.

- I'll be right here.

Mo, show him to the door.

- My pleasure.

Gentlemen.

- Good day.

- After you.

[tense music]

? ?

- So what's up?

You gonna kill his ass, or am I?

- I'll take care of Mr. Skunk.

First, we have to have a little conversation.

- What's there to talk about?

He played us.

Shirley got a tape of him leaving the Blues.

All we got to do is haul him back here and see.

- Maybe.

Something is telling me

Shirley is holding back too.

You know the amazing thing about mothers?

They'll lie their asses off to protect their sons.

Saint.

You and Prince, go and get Marquis.

Apply pressure, not enough to start a war.

I want to see if him and his mother's story add up.

- All ready.

What about Skunk?

- Like I told you, me, him, and Kendall

are gonna take a little ride while we go and see Floyd.

Regrettably, somebody ain't gonna make it back alive.

? ?

[both moaning]

? ?

- [gasping]

[laughs]

Well, I see somebody missed me.

- [laughs]

You know, you got, like,

something more than crack between your legs.

No, seriously, I can't get enough of it.

Like, I want it, like, every-

every ten minutes.

I'm serious.

- Well, after that shit Saint pulled,

I didn't think I was gonna be able to get away

for another year.

- Yeah.

How'd you swing that?

The way he snatched you in that ball,

I thought the fun in my office was the end for us.

You know?

- Yeah, well, Saint may be married to me,

but he's attached to Jean's hip.

As soon as he took me home, he was gone again.

[hip-hop music]

- ? Anytime, yeah, I'm talking about right now ?

? Right now, right now ?

? Right now, dateline ?

? ?

- Bro, this shit is pointless.

We should just head back to the Blues,

because I'm sure Marquis gonna show up at some point.

That's when we get the drop.

Saint, what the fuck is you doing, bro?

- Trying to get ahold of my wife.

I told her ass to leave her locations on.

- How many times I say, you need to let that shit go?

You knew when you married that girl

that Antoinette didn't know how to sit still.

- Don't.

Don't talk about my wife, Prince.

- I'm not talking about your wife.

I'm stating the obvious.

- Which is what?

Huh?

Oh, shit.

Didn't you say Marquis got a dark blue Lambo?

- Yeah. - There a Lambo go right there.

- That's him. - Follow his ass.

- The fuck you think I'm doing, man?

I'm just not trying to kill us in the process, bro.

- Man, hurry up.

[tires squealing]

? ?

[phone ringing]

- You outside?

- Yep.

I got your car looking brand-new.

But you need some more time?

- Nah, man.

I'll be down in five minutes.

Mom keep calling me.

- All right, well, I'ma get some coffee.

You want something?

- No, I'm good. No, you know what?

Actually, get me a bottle of water.

- Bottle of water. [scoffs]

Guess you need to hydrate, huh?

[both laugh]

- You know how it is.

- All right, bro. - All right.

[tense music]

? ?

- What'd she say? When am I getting my money?

- They say they have a surveillance tape

of the night in question.

- Did you see it? See, I told you I wasn't lying.

[groans] Fuck! Shit!

- Not of the shit you say you saw, motherfucker.

- Fuck, man.

- They have surveillance of Pierre being alive and well.

- Nah, nah, nah, nah, man. That ain't true, man.

I saw it with my own eyes, man.

I saw Marquis and Floyd load the truck up and drive it off.

- You saw my brother.

Are you sure that's what you saw?

Did you see his face?

- I mean, I ain't exactly see his face, but-

- [grunts] - Oh, shit!

- I'm starting to believe that you've been lying to me

the whole time, motherfucker.

- Look, man, I'm telling you, I'm not lying, man.

I swear on my mom.

I saw Floyd load the body in the truck,

and I saw Marquis drive it off.

- All right.

Let's go find Floyd, then.

He shouldn't be that hard to find.

He plays golf every Saturday at the golf course.

- Look, man, if we go see Floyd,

I'ma be dead, man.

I'm telling you, I'm not trying to end up like Todd and Eric.

- [laughs]

Either way, you dead, motherfucker.

If the shit you saying don't start lining up,

you for sure a dead motherfucker.

And who the fuck is Eric and Todd?

- The motherfuckers that was at the Blues

the night your brother got killed.

Floyd killed 'em, man. I'm sure of that shit.

? ?

- If that's true,

then why the fuck are you just telling me this now?

- Because you didn't have no reward out for them, man.

- You greedy motherfucker.

Hey. I need to find out

if there's anyone by the name of Todd or Eric

that were killed this week in the New Orleans

or Gator Lake area.

? ?

- I would offer you a ride,

but it wouldn't be good for business

if you and I show up to work together.

- Well, that's OK.

After the way you just put it down,

I guess you can get me an Uber Black.

[both laugh]

- Uber Black it is.

And your ride will be here in seven minutes.

- OK.

- [sighs]

[tense hip-hop music]

? ?

So what the fuck we got going on here?

- The fuck you think, boy?

This what pressure look like.

So you gonna tell us what your mama did?

? ?

- Look, I don't know what you're talking about.

But I know you better get your broke, dirty ass

off my car before shit get ugly.

- You got some nerve talking about "bro,"

walking out this roach-ass motel.

You know, I used to look up to you.

You used to have all the fly-ass whips,

the baddest of the baddest on your arm in NOLA.

But, like, you fell off.

- What, you got a dopehead up in there?

- Look, seriously, man, my time is money, all right?

What the fuck y'all here for?

- Like he said, we just left your mother.

We saw your car, so we figured we'd stop,

ask you the same questions we asked her.

- I ain't telling you shit

until this clown ass get off my whip.

I'm about two seconds from whooping your brother's ass.

The fuck, you think that gun scare me?

- Get off his little car.

We ain't come here for all that.

You remember when Jean said.

- Nah, fuck that. I want to see him beat my ass.

- [laughs]

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Is this is what you want?

- Shoot his ass.

- I wouldn't do that if I was you, boy.

- Fuck. - You all right, cuz?

- Yeah, I'm good. - Cousin?

This your family, Marquis?

- Yeah.

- Then you might want to tell your family

to put his guns away.

- Why the fuck would I do that, huh?

Truth is, I was thinking about putting one in your head

and one in your head.

- Look, if I wanted to shoot him,

he'd already be dead.

I hit him so he wouldn't shoot my crazy-ass brother.

But we ain't come here for all this.

- So what y'all come here for?

- Jean sent us to see if you had anything to do with Pierre.

- Pierre?

We ain't got shit to do with Pierre.

- I'll tell Jean that's what you said.

Let's go, little bro.

? ?

- Got your gun. - That's all you got.

? ?

And the next time you pull a gun on me,

you better pull that trigger.

- Let's go! - "Better pull that trigger."

[laughs]

- Let's go. - Yeah, boy.

You about to have some fun in New Orleans.

- ? You know we mob out ?

- Look, man, I still don't understand

why I got to go talk to Floyd.

- Because I said so.

And when we get there, you better say

everything that you told me,

including that shit about Eric and Todd.

- Can't we at least wait for them to call you back

about Eric and Todd?

- Nah.

Right now, it's your word against his.

And he say they got a tape, so you'd better be convincing.

- No, no, man.

I don't think I can do all that, man.

No.

- Oh, you're gonna do it, all right.

Or you're gonna die.

- Yes.

[suspenseful music]

- Let's get this fool.

[gunshots]

? ?

- ? I said throw me in the game, Coach ?

? You know I'm gonna win ?

? It ain't hard to stay afloat ?

? When you put in work to swim ?

- So what's the move on Floyd, homey?

[phone vibrating] - Hold up.

Yeah.

- Todd Fisher, 51, was shot dead in his home

this past week.

I'm still searching the name Eric.

- Get back with me as soon as possible, OK?

- ? So I put my life on the line ?

? Put my pride on the floor ?

- I don't know what it is.

Something the fuck ain't right.

- What about Skunk?

You sure you don't want me to go after him?

- Nah. Where is he gonna go?

We have his car.

Right now, I want you to find Floyd.

I need to talk to him about my brother

and that Todd and Eric shit.

I know we're too big to be fucking around

with this nickel and dime shit.

I need answers right now.

OK? - All right.

- All right.

- Hey, y'all, go get him.

- What the fuck, Floyd?

You gonna hit the ball or make love to it, huh?

- Come on, Mayor, you may want me

to actually consider that the way I'm hitting

these balls this morning.

That five grand we bet, get it ready.

- Just hit the damn ball.

[tense music]

- Fuck.

? ?

Did you see that?

Come on, man. You got to give me a Mulligan.

- I ain't giving you shit,

not with five grand on the line.

I'll see you on the next hole.

And you better bring cash.

- Ron. - You better.

- Skunk.

? ?

- I don't see him.

- He's here.

Saw his car in the parking lot.

[phone vibrating]

Yeah.

- Eric Wincherd was found dead the same day as Todd Fisher.

- What was the cause of death?

- It says natural causes, but it's weird.

He was cremated just two hours after his body was found.

- What's weird about that?

- The city paid for it, and they're so...

- So what? - Cheap.

They usually wait at least a few days

to give the family a chance to claim the body.

But that's all I got.

- All right. Thank you.

? ?

- Hey, yo, ain't that Floyd over there, over the hill?

- You go and get him and bring him back to me.

Go. - Let's go.

? ?

- That motherfucker got some questions to answer.

- ? All I know is my mama ?

? All I know is my kin ?

? All I know is my family ?

? Burn the city down 'bout them ?

? Gave the lord my troubles ?

? God forgive me my sins ?

? But when it comes to my family ?

? Burn the city down 'bout them ?

? Ain't no business, ain't no business ?

? Unless the family in it ?

? Ain't no business, ain't no business ?

? Unless the family in it, shine a light, y'all ?

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