Original subtitles

♪♪♪ [fanfare]

[record scratches]

♪♪♪ [rap]

♪♪♪ [rap]

[doorbell chimes]

Yo, cuz, open that door.

I got to get some sleep.

Oh, shit. Yo, son, it's the fucking police.

Fuck you talkin' about?

They're here, right

outside of the house.

A'ight, a'ight, a'ight, chill.

Put that 12 up under the couch.

You want to hear 'em say "Police," bitch?

Put that weed out.

A'ight.

Fucking hard-head bitch, always trying to act thugged out.

We should get the fuck out. Yo, chill.

It's probably nothing.

Then why they came?

Like I said, it's probably nothing

but a noise complaint.

Bitch here blasting music like she ain't got no senses.

[doorbell rings]

Fuck you, nigga.

Chill, cuz, and go light some incense.

Fuck.

♪ Ahem, what's up, officers? ♪

♪ How can I help you brothers out? ♪

♪ Uh, yeah, we need to speak to the owner of the house ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, that's me, what's up? What can I do for you? ♪

♪ Move, move ♪ ♪ Oh, shit ♪

♪ Bitch, you too ♪

♪ What the fuck? What's going on? ♪

♪ Hold up, what did we do? ♪

♪ Shut the-- Nobody dead if nobody move ♪

♪ Hey, run, run the box, son, check every room ♪

♪ Hold up, y'all motherfuckers ain't no cops ♪

♪ You's a genius, now show me where that shit before y'all get shot ♪

♪ Get up, get up ♪

♪ Aah, what the fuck? ♪

♪ Shut up, bitch, shut up ♪

♪ There's more back here, they fucking and they naked, son ♪

♪ Me no give a fuck, bring them out there with the rest of them ♪

♪ Now one more time with you, where's the coke? ♪

♪ Him better speak, or you gonna get smoked ♪

♪ I don't know what you're talkin' about, cuz ♪

♪ We ain't got nothin' ♪

♪ Hey, bitch, we look stupid or something? ♪

♪ Kill him ♪ Aah!

♪ Come on, blood, coke me, or you's the next one ♪

♪ Damn, cuz, yo, y'all ain't got to pop kids ♪

♪ Where the shit, boy? ♪

♪ Take it, it's all in the closet ♪

♪ Yo, yo, yo, run to the closet, man, get them bricks ♪

♪ You think there's enough time for me to rape one bitch? ♪

♪ What? No, man, run outside, put the shit in 96 ♪

♪ You dead, you know who I work for? Those Stick's drugs ♪

♪ We'll see you motherfucker ♪

♪ You should've killed me, cuz ♪

[tires screeching]

[gun cocks]

♪ Remember when I first met you? ♪

♪ You ain't even holla back ♪

♪ Because you was trying to impress me ♪

♪ With your dollar stacks ♪

♪ Talk about you buy me Gucci this and Prada that ♪

♪ Anything it take to get you up out of that ♪

♪ See, I knew it, you was just in it for the sex ♪

♪ Can you blame me? Damn, girl, you know you the best ♪

♪ Whatever ♪

♪ I admit ♪

♪ I just want to hit from the start ♪

♪ But when I got to know you, fell in love, you stole my heart ♪

Aw. ♪ When I look at you, you know what I see? ♪

♪ It's crazy, you're sort of like the female me ♪

♪ I think I'm lovesick, and that can't be healthy ♪

♪ Oh, my God, somebody please help me ♪

♪ Now, I'm serious, ma, I live for you ♪

♪ We'll get married one day, have a kid or two ♪

♪ But I don't know if I can live in the same crib with you ♪

♪ What you talkin' about? ♪

♪ No, I'm just kidding with you ♪

♪ You know I need you by my side in everything that I do ♪

♪ Who else on this whole planet gonna be my queen but you? ♪

♪ If you doubt me, ma, you better believe it's true ♪

♪ Let's move to another country, just me and you ♪

[chorus] ♪ You know I ♪

[background singer] ♪ Damn, but I love ya ♪

♪ Always, I'm thinking of ya ♪

♪ You know I ♪

♪ Want to be with you ♪

♪ You're my heart and soul, I mean it ♪

♪ You know I ♪

♪ Want it, need it ♪

♪ And I want to be the reason you say ♪

♪ Baby, this loving is yours ♪

♪ Baby, this loving is yours ♪

♪ Baby, this loving is yours ♪

♪ Baby, this loving is yours ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

[chuckling] What's up? Yo.

Yo, what up, my nigga? Yo, son.

Yo, what happened, my nigga?

What happened?

♪ She was crazy? ♪ ♪ Yeah, baby, she was crazy ♪

♪ She was crazy? ♪

♪ It was crazy ♪

♪ What happened, my nigga? ♪

♪ This bitch had the best pussy that I ever had ♪

♪ I mean, the shit was so wet, son, I took her to bed ♪

♪ Say, word ♪ ♪ Word, son I beat it raw ♪

♪ Shorty feelin' me, even gave me keys to the door ♪

♪ I think I'm in love ♪

♪ Yo, don't even say no more ♪ ♪ What? ♪

♪ You sayin' the same old shit you said the day before ♪

♪ Nah, nah, son, trust me, this one different ♪

♪ The pussy don't even got no scent when you sniff it ♪

♪ Oh, oh, you ate that bitch? ♪

♪ Nigga-- ♪

♪ Oh, you lick that bitch? ♪

♪ Will you just drive this shit, motherfucker? ♪

♪ Ain't don't be calling my bitch no bitch ♪

♪ Nigga, reach in the ashtray and get that clip ♪

♪ You ain't no pimp ♪

♪ Nigga, I'm a pimp, but I like that bitch ♪

♪ You just ran a light, you ever get your license fixed? ♪

♪ Nah, they suspending my shit, I ain't even go to court ♪

♪ But fuck it, it ain't a crime unless you get caught ♪

♪ I feel you, nigga, that's what I'm sayin' ♪

♪ Shorty bad, but you really ate it, son? Stop playin' ♪

♪ Hit this ♪

♪ Man, I ain't even tryin' to smoke with you ♪

♪ You ain't shorty, son, fuck's up with you? ♪

♪ Gettin' hungry, yo, what's up with some food? ♪

♪ Word ♪ ♪ Let's stick keys in them barbeques ♪

♪ You know Tone died here for the browns, right? ♪

♪ Right ♪

♪ The whole hood's sayin'

something don't smell right ♪

♪ Right ♪

♪ Can't believe this can happen around the zone ♪

♪ So I keep it in the head for these niggas I'm a soldier ♪

♪ Hey, yo, nigga, pull over ♪

♪ I need to go to the store to get a Dutch and a soda ♪

[phone ringing]

Hey, yo, that my phone?

[ring]

Yo, yo, yo, what it is?

♪ I been calling you, like, a hundred times ♪

♪ Where the fuck you been? ♪

♪ Who this, nigga? ♪

♪ Who this? Man, it's your motherfucking cousin ♪

♪ Oh, shoot, what up, Phya?

♪ Hey, yo, Tye's in jail ♪

♪ What? ♪

♪ You ain't get those fucking messages I left on your T? ♪

♪ No, the cell battery dead, it charged in the car ♪

♪ Why, what happened, nigga? ♪

♪ We was at the club and niggas started clapping ♪

♪ The same bitch-ass niggas we got problems with before ♪

Oh, shit. ♪ His name is Papa Shit and shot Pop on the floor ♪

♪ Right in the club, nigga? ♪

♪ Man, right inside ♪

♪ There was six of them, we get four ♪

♪ Three of them died ♪

♪ Who else was there? ♪

♪ It was Snuff, Diamond, Tye, me ♪ ♪ Word? ♪

♪ We knew the bouncers, so they let us in with them things ♪

♪ Damn, now how the fuck he get caught? ♪

♪ Police back them-- [distorted] ♪ ♪ What? What? ♪

♪ Police [distorted] ♪ ♪ What? What? ♪

♪ Police and the bouncers backed them down at the door ♪

♪ Where everybody else at? ♪

♪ In the truck ♪

♪ Well, where y'all at? ♪

♪ About to go to the crib to figure shit and fall back ♪

♪ Damn, there was mad police there? ♪

♪ All over the place ♪

♪ You think the fucking cops got a look at your plates? ♪

♪ I don't know, but that fat fucking bastard on my face ♪

♪ To play it safe [distorted] ♪

♪ What you say? ♪

♪ To play it safe ♪

♪ [distorted] ♪

♪ Yo, yo, Stick, yo ♪

Yo, Stick! Yo, Phya!

Yo, yo, yo, yo, Stick!

Yo, yo, yo, yo! Can you hear me, nigga?

Yo, yo, yo. Can you hear me now?

♪ Yo, yo, yo, can you hear me, nigga? ♪

♪ Yo, yo, yo, can you hear me now? ♪

♪ Yo, yo, yo, can you hear me, nigga? ♪

♪ Yo, yo, yo, can you hear me now? ♪

♪ Yo, yo, yo, can you hear me, nigga? ♪

♪ You breaking up, you breaking up, I can't hear you now ♪

♪ Damn this phone, I got the worst reception ♪

♪ Yo, what happened? Who you talking to? ♪

♪ Man, hold up, hold up a second ♪

♪ A'ight, a'ight ♪

♪ I'm calling this nigga back, we ain't finished talking ♪

♪ Said Tye lit up a club and police caught him ♪

♪ Oh, shit, word? They catch him with the heat? ♪

♪ Nigga, I don't know yet, I'm calling him back ♪

♪ A'ight, a'ight ♪ ♪ Hold up a sec, yo, Phya ♪

♪ Yo, yo, what happened? ♪

♪ Bad reception ♪

♪ When they caught Tye, yo, they catch him with a weapon? ♪

♪ I ain't even get to tell you 'cause the call got dropped ♪

♪ What, nigga, what? ♪

♪ They trapped him in an alley ♪

♪ And he blast two cops ♪

♪ Ya'll let him take him? ♪

♪ You know they gonna kill him or beat him ♪

♪ Yo, chill, them crack-ass lawyers ♪

♪ They already at the precinct ♪

♪ Right, right ♪

♪ Oh, shit, hold up, son, I got a call coming through ♪

♪ Yo, who this? ♪

♪ See y'all niggers done major news ♪

♪ Who this, Slimeball? ♪

♪ Yeah, your boy all over the tube ♪

♪ Watching that shit right now on channel 2 ♪

♪ I know, I was gonna go, but I changed my mind ♪

♪ But let me hit you back, got Phya on the other line ♪

♪ A'ight, 1, my nigga ♪ ♪ A'ight, my nigga, 1,000 ♪

♪ Yo, Phya ♪

♪ Yo, what up? ♪

♪ Your nigga's at the house ♪ ♪ No doubt, dawg ♪

♪ We're here, dawg, we just pulled up ♪

♪ I'm leaving this bitch crib now with D, you know what's up ♪

♪ I'll be there in ten minutes, son ♪

♪ Hold your head ♪ ♪ A'ight ♪

♪ Don't bounce them niggas, You know their aim ♪

♪ I'll talk to you when I get there, son ♪

♪ No doubt ♪ ♪ You know what I'm sayin'? ♪

Aah! Aah!

♪ Told y'all nigga, stop playin' in clubs a lot ♪

♪ Dude, that's old news ♪

♪ Some niggas just ran up in our spot ♪ ♪ What? ♪

♪ Jamaicans and a white boy dressed as cops ♪

♪ Niggas had to drop Ali, and Shawn got shot ♪

♪ Fuck, they alive? ♪

♪ No, both of them dead ♪

♪ And the coke?

♪ Shit is gone ♪

♪ Along with the bread ♪

♪ Fuck, somebody set us up ♪ ♪ Yup ♪

♪ Fuck, where they hell the nigga get them bitches? ♪

♪ How come they ain't get bumped? ♪

♪ They said they barely made it out ♪

♪ Said it was just they luck ♪ ♪ Right ♪

♪ They in the basement tied up ♪

♪ Want me to have them brought up? ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ If you ask me, it's the nigga I don't trust ♪

♪ Hey, what the fuck you doing? ♪

♪ Fuck you, nigga, you set us up ♪

♪ Nigga, I'm telling you, put that gun away, what the fuck? ♪

♪ Yo, yo, yo, both y'all put them guns down ♪

♪ Nigga, chill, what the fuck? ♪

♪ I ain't having this, Stick, yo, this nigga set us up ♪

♪ Nigga, what you talkin' about? Got a problem? What's up? ♪

♪ Yo, Killer Mike, take that gun out my cuz' face ♪

♪ Yo, man, fuck that, this pig been popping shit all day ♪

♪ You want to die, nigga? ♪ ♪ Kill me, nigga, kill me right now ♪

♪ You making it worse, what you doing, cop? Put that fucking gun down ♪

♪ Hey, yo, you tell him put his gun down, or he gonna get laced ♪

♪ Hey, yo, Mike, man, take that gun out of my fucking cousin's face ♪

♪ Two Jamaicans and a white boy, that's what you said? ♪

♪ Yeah, that's what they said ♪

♪ I'm sick of seeing this blazing mess ♪ So?

♪ Same nigga used the cop, called boy from the set ♪ And?

♪ Same niggas used to sit in bed with the feds ♪

♪ Liar, nigga ♪

♪ What you gonna do? ♪

♪ What you gonna do? ♪

♪ What you gonna do? ♪

♪ What you gonna do? ♪

♪ Hey, yo, this nigga crazy ♪

♪ That's right ♪

♪ Fucking nuts ♪

♪ I want to kill them niggas, they the reason I got sent up ♪

♪ This nigga bullshitting ♪

♪ Yo, this ain't your cousin no more ♪

♪ Just put down your gun ♪

♪ No, no, no ♪

♪ You put down your gun ♪

♪ This how it's gonna be? ♪

♪ I'm sayin', man-- ♪

♪ You supposed to be my man? ♪

♪ Can't we just chill before this shit get out of hand?

♪ Uh-huh ♪

♪ Yo, Phya, he good ♪

♪ I grew up in a house with him ♪

♪ He good, man, with my own life I vouch for him ♪

♪ Phya, come on, man, lower the gat ♪

♪ All right, that's your life, nigga, I'm gonna hold you to that ♪

♪ We finished trying to kill each other? ♪

♪ Could we drop that shit and put some focus ♪

♪ On these niggas that robbed our shit? ♪

♪ Hey, yo, I know where they be, they be on Broadway ♪

♪ If we leave now, we can hit 'em up in broad day ♪

♪ A'ight, but first we got to plan it out, dawg, we gonna get 'em ♪

♪ Do this shit right, niggas won't even know what hit 'em ♪

♪ Hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em ♪

[screaming]

[people yelling]

Right out there, right out there.

Shit! Oh!

[sloshing]

Hey, yo.

Huh?

You know what I'm sayin'?

[no audible dialogue]

[screaming]

Yo, yo, yo!

Fuck! Shit!

[Sticky] ♪ Yo ♪

♪ There they go right there, just like Phya said they'd be,

♪ You wearing your vest? ♪

♪ Yeah, you wearing your vest? ♪

♪ Yeah, you ready, G? ♪

♪ Hell, yeah ♪

♪ Better be, know they pack the heavy heat ♪

♪ We ain't walking away, we walking away hood celebrities ♪

♪ Fuck that, pull in the street ♪

♪ Let's start the show, my heart racing ♪

♪ Way to get it poppin', yo ♪

♪ Hey, yo, what up, nigga? We got a message for you ♪

♪ Hey, you know them niggas? ♪

♪ You got that thing on you? ♪

♪ Just a four-fifth ♪

♪ Damn, my shit right there in the whip ♪

♪ Fuck you waiting for, nigga? ♪

♪ Let's air this bitch ♪ [gunfire]

♪ That's an automatic, dawg, fuck ♪

♪ I got a tec in the pump if we can get to my trunk ♪

♪ We'd be shred to bits trying to make the keys fit ♪

♪ I say we hop in the car and make a break for it ♪

♪ I'm telling you, we can hold 'em off, nigga ♪

♪ Nah, it's just too dangerous ♪

♪ Let's make a dash ♪ [gunfire]

♪ Got 'em where we want 'em, only one of 'em got a gun ♪

♪ Get in the truck, nigga follow them, follow them ♪

♪ Speed up, don't let them out of your sight, speed up, speed up ♪

♪ Nigga, right at the next light ♪ A'ight.

♪ Yo, son, watch out for the lady's stroller ♪

♪ You crazy? You just ran a baby over ♪ [screaming]

♪ I don't care, I'm not trying to go to jail, I told you ♪

♪ Shit come in three, homie, they'll get over it ♪

♪ Jesus Christ, oh, my God, nigga, you seen that? ♪

♪ Yeah, I can't see the mirror, nigga, lean back, lean back ♪

♪ How the-- ♪

♪ Give me a second ♪

♪ I got an idea, we've gotta lose these cats when we exit ♪

♪ What the fuck these cats up to?

♪ What the fuck are they doing? ♪

♪ They headed for the train tracks ♪

♪ So you better not lose them ♪

♪ Man, what's up? What the fuck? They catching up ♪

♪ We catching up, getting close enough to wreck their truck ♪

[gunfire] ♪ Fuck, they almost hit us up ♪

♪ Move, move ♪

♪ Move, brother ♪

♪ I got it ♪

♪ Man, you got it? ♪

♪ Yeah, they're going down a dead end ♪

[automatic gunfire]

♪ Bad news, boss, you're gonna be mad as shit ♪

♪ I just got word two more of our niggas got hit ♪

♪ I want 'em dead, you hear me? ♪

♪ I want 'em dead, I don't care who it is ♪

♪ I want their motherfucking heads ♪

♪ Got six of my best men dead, two in the hospital ♪

♪ I need answers, I need to know who's responsible ♪

♪ Boss, boss, watch this shit, me just talked to Boopsy ♪

♪ You're not gonna believe this shit, she said ♪

♪ I know who it was, it was the New York niggas ♪

♪ One of them tried to holla at me so I gave him the digits ♪

♪ He called, I came to kick it one night at his spot ♪

♪ Checking him out, seemed like they were setting up shop ♪

♪ They was moving weight through a fake record company ♪

♪ Selling guns, coke, Ecstasy, whatever you need ♪

♪ So they was selling raw ♪

♪ How you know it was them for sure?

♪ B-B-Boss, me not done talking, there's more ♪

♪ I thought he stood me up 'cause last time I ain't give him no ass ♪

♪ And he called today and said ♪

♪ Two of his boys got blast ♪

♪ Now they out for revenge, somebody stole their cheddar ♪

♪ When you brought it up, I put 2 and 2 together ♪

♪ Who the fuck do these little niggas think they is? ♪

♪ They can kill my men and take my shit? ♪

♪ No problem, boss, tomorrow we gun them down ♪

♪ No, I want them dead before the sun goes down ♪

♪ It's one of Black's boys, said he want to holla at Stick ♪

♪ What? Give me the phone, let me holla at this kid ♪

♪ Here ♪

♪ Yo, what's poppin'? ♪

♪ My boss don't want a war, I'm offerin' to resolve the conflict ♪

♪ So meet me on the I-4 behind the projects ♪

♪ Get the beef, I'll make a deal, and both make a profit ♪

♪ What happened, what'd he say? ♪

♪ I guess he came to his senses ♪

♪ He heard about the scene, now he want to do business ♪

♪ Word? Want me call that nigga Stick? ♪

♪ Nah, he with his bitch, yo, let's handle this shit ♪

A'ight. ♪ Come on ♪ [snorting]

[exhales]

♪ There he go ♪ ♪ Where? ♪

♪ There's that bastard now ♪

♪ Oh, I see him ♪

♪ Bet he know who did them drug hits that went down ♪

♪ But how do you know he's gonna turn a snitch and rat them out? ♪

♪ Nigga, let me worry about that shit, you just back him down ♪

♪ Wait, wait, wait ♪

♪ What? ♪

♪ Let me get

a little closer ♪

♪ Relax, dude ♪

♪ Because if he run, I'm gonna run his black ass over ♪

♪ I ain't playin' with these punks ♪

♪ Don't you think that's kind of harsh? ♪

♪ Man, cuz lucky his ass ain't behind bars ♪

♪ Hey, hey, homie, don't run ♪

♪ You ain't that fast, trust me, nigga ♪

♪ I'll shoot you in your motherfucking ass ♪

♪ What you want from me, man? I ain't do nothin' ♪

♪ Aw, shut up, nigga ♪

♪ Before I take you in for nothin' ♪

♪ Now listen, I need some answers ♪

♪ And I know you got 'em ♪

♪ What? ♪

♪ About that hit that took place up at Sunset Plaza ♪

♪ I don't know about that shit ♪

♪ There were several other hits all drug related ♪

♪ Connection is-- ♪

♪ They used the same guns

in all the cases ♪

♪ I told you, I don't know nothing ♪

♪ Damn, man, let go of my head ♪

♪ I swear, I been clean since I got out of the fed's ♪

♪ Oh, yeah? Tell that shit

to somebody else ♪

♪ What? ♪

♪ Give me a name, give me a name, cuz, or you back in the cell ♪

♪ Man, fuck you, pig, you ain't got nothing on me ♪

♪ You know you fucked up, right? ♪

♪ Take me in, put the cuffs on me, nigga ♪

♪ Okay, but when I take you down to the station ♪

♪ This gun with your fingerprints ♪

♪ Violates your probation ♪

♪ What? You planted that shit, nigga ♪

♪ Yeah, and the drugs ♪

♪ Yo, you can't do this, man ♪

♪ Well, tell it to the judge ♪

♪ Okay, okay, let me go, and I swear ♪

♪ I'll tell you everything I know ♪

♪ I'm listening ♪

♪ Yo, what happen when niggas get to talking ♪

♪ Snitches ♪

♪ Somebody always end up in the coffin ♪ ♪ Snitches ♪

♪ Watch him get his brains blown open ♪ ♪ Snitches ♪

♪ Sink to the bottom of the ocean ♪ ♪ Snitches ♪

♪ If you get caught is you gonna tell? ♪ ♪ Snitches ♪

♪ Drop a dime just to save your own self ♪ ♪ Snitches ♪

♪ Everything, she got you confessin' ♪

♪ Snitches ♪

♪ Only live with witness protection ♪

♪ Man, you almost broke that guy's arm right outside in the street ♪

♪ We can do what the fuck we want to do, nigga, we the fucking police ♪

♪ I don't know, man, what if there's an eyewitness? ♪

♪ Look, nigga, you got to show these niggas you mean business ♪

♪ Can you stop saying that word? ♪

♪ Nigga, what word? ♪

♪ The N word ♪

♪ The N-- what, nigga? ♪

♪ Yes ♪ ♪ Oh, my nigga, my bad ♪

♪ I just figured, you know, you know, you my nigga ♪

♪ Look, man, I told you ♪

♪ And I'm not gonna tell you no more ♪

♪ A'ight, nigga, look, let's just get in the car ♪

♪ Follow this lead, and give this nigga Sticky a call ♪

♪ Hey, yo, yo, seriously, stop saying that shit ♪

♪ A'ight, nigga, why you trippin'?

♪ How you go and get up and let me sleep like that? ♪

♪ You got my note? See, I told you, I'll be right back ♪

♪ But you ain't even say goodbye ♪

♪ Yeah, but I kissed you ♪ ♪ That's right ♪

♪ You're back now, I missed you ♪

♪ I missed you, too ♪

♪ Especially your eyes ♪

♪ Now close them, and don't peek ♪

♪ I got you a surprise ♪

♪ Okay ♪

♪ Now open your mouth ♪

♪ That's a good girl ♪

♪ Now stick your tongue out ♪

♪ Tell me, what do you taste? ♪

♪ Mmm, taste like grapes ♪

♪ Damn, you so extraordinary ♪

♪ What's that? ♪

♪ Strawberry? ♪

♪ You want some more? ♪

♪ Mm-hmm ♪

♪ What's the magic word? ♪

♪ Please? ♪

♪ What is this? ♪

♪ Cheese ♪

♪ Something ain't right ♪

♪ Something feels strange ♪

♪ Excuse me, one of you got some spare change? ♪

♪ Get the fuck out of here, man, I ain't got nothing for you ♪

♪ God damn, my nigga, just trying to get some food ♪

♪ I said get the fuck out of here, you fucking retarded? ♪

♪ A'ight, a'ight, I ain't trying to get you started ♪

♪ Yo, nigga, what's up with you ♪

♪ Fucking with these bums and shit? ♪

♪ Hey, yo, pussy ♪

♪ Black's up for sucking dick ♪

♪ Oh, shit ♪ ♪ Shit, fuck, yo, I'm hit ♪

♪ But the boy was dead if you taste Black shit ♪

♪ If I'm leaving this bitch, I ain't leaving empty ♪

♪ You're going to hell with me ♪

♪ You like that shit? ♪

♪ Yeah, baby ♪

[both moaning]

♪ Don't stop ♪ ♪ Okay ♪

♪ Wrap your arms around my neck ♪

♪ Let me lift you up, that's right ♪

♪ Throw it on me, mommy, throw that shit ♪

[groaning]

♪ That's it ♪

♪ You feel that? ♪

♪ I feel it in my stomach, don't stop ♪

♪ I'm coming ♪

♪ Hey, hey, what's up? It ain't over ♪

♪ Aah, shit, caught me in the shoulder ♪

♪ That's right, bitch, you goin' down today ♪

♪ Where you goin, nigga? Come back and play ♪

♪ Faster, harder ♪

♪ Fuck me, slap my ass ♪

♪ Say you want it ♪

♪ I want it ♪

♪ Say you want it ♪ ♪ I want it ♪

♪ Hold the fuck on, I'm fucking coming ♪ [moaning]

[gunfire]

Aah!

Aah!

[grunting]

♪ I got your bitch, nigga ♪

♪ I got your bitch, nigga ♪

♪ Yeah, who's the bitch, nigga? ♪

♪ Ugh, I got your bitch, nigga ♪

♪ What? Ugh ♪

[siren wailing]

♪ You gonna be okay, God as my witness ♪

♪ Just tell me who, son, tell me who did this ♪

♪ Talk to me, nigga, come on, man, I'm right here ♪

♪ I'm sorry, sir, only doctors are allowed back here ♪

♪ What? Fuck that, my cousin's shot up and about to die ♪

♪ You're gonna have to calm down, sir, or go outside ♪

♪ I ain't fucking going nowhere till they examine him ♪

♪ Sir, please, they're doing everything they can for him ♪

♪ I know you're upset ♪ ♪ You'd be too, if you was me ♪

♪ You want to help ♪

♪ The best thing you can do is take a seat ♪

♪ Fuck, I don't believe this shit ♪

♪ It's a'ight, I'll cool him down, ma, you can split ♪

♪ Son, I swear, everything's sacred ♪

♪ Nigga's gonna die

if my nigga don't make it ♪

♪ Word ♪

♪ Fuck that, niggas dying even if he do make it ♪

Word.

♪ How is he, doc? ♪ ♪ A bullet dislocated his shoulder ♪

♪ But it went right through ♪ ♪ Word? ♪

♪ One shattered his lung, which we just removed ♪

♪ Damn ♪

♪ If you didn't get him here so quick, he might not have survived ♪

♪ So many arteries got hit, he's lucky to be alive ♪

♪ It's major internal bleeding from a wound by his navel ♪

♪ He's in critical condition, but for now he's stable ♪

♪ Is he conscious? Could we see him? ♪

♪ Yeah, but no conversation ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ His heart rate is low and under heavy observation ♪

♪ A'ight ♪

♪ Aw, shit, man ♪

♪ Damn, so why you in the streets without the clique? ♪

♪ Knowin' this drama, knowing we at war and shit ♪

♪ I know you hear me, who did this? Give me a sign ♪

♪ All this sitting around waiting, fucking losing my mind ♪

♪ We got to get back at them ♪

♪ You ain't gotta tell me, I know that it was Black and them ♪

♪ Niggas is dead, man ♪

♪ Niggas is fucking dead, man ♪

♪ Come on, girl, answer the damn phone ♪

Hello?

♪ Hello, Heaven? ♪

♪ Stick, is that you? ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, it's me ♪

♪ Baby, are you okay? ♪

♪ You had me worried, the way you ran out the door ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, I'm fine ♪

♪ Are you sure? ♪

♪ Yeah, it's just lately, I've been through a lot ♪

♪ I'm at the hospital right now ♪

♪ My cousin got shot ♪

♪ Oh, my God, is he okay? ♪

♪ He was critical, now he's stable, but it's hard to say ♪

♪ I'm so sorry, where are you? I'm on my way ♪

♪ No, don't, there's more things I got to handle today ♪

♪ I could be there in a hot second ♪

♪ I'm already out the door ♪ ♪ Nah, don't ♪

♪ You sure? ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, I'm sure ♪

♪ Baby, promise me right now you'll leave it up to the law ♪

♪ And won't go out looking for blood, trying to even the score ♪

♪ Look, my cousin will lose everything without my help ♪

♪ There's a lot of things I ain't tell you about myself ♪

♪ I don't care, I just want you to come back in one piece ♪

♪ I want to pack up

all our bags and leave ♪

♪ Listen ♪

♪ It's hard to just up and leave ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ When my family needs me most ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I sold drugs so I could eat ♪

♪ Feel me? ♪

♪ But I refuse to sell my soul ♪

♪ What I supposed to do you end up a dead man?

♪ I'm not gonna end up a dead man ♪

♪ I was gonna wait to tell you but, Stick, I'm pregnant ♪

♪ What? You're pregnant? ♪

♪ Yeah, I swear on my holy Father in heaven ♪

♪ Well, when did you find out, girl? ♪

♪ Why you ain't tell me? ♪

♪ I just had a check-up yesterday ♪

♪ It's growing, it's healthy ♪ ♪ Oh, shit ♪

♪ So I'm gonna be a father? ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ A'ight, a'ight, a'ight, I got to work smarter ♪

♪ Okay ♪

♪ I think you right,

we should burst tonight ♪

♪ Yeah? ♪

♪ I'll come over, we get us passports, reserve some flights ♪

♪ Are you for real? I'd be the happiest woman on earth ♪

♪ I'm dead serious, got to take care of one thing first ♪

♪ No, don't do it, please, I got a bad feeling ♪

♪ But I got to, if I don't, I could lose all we built ♪

♪ I just want peace, I'm not into all the crazy drama ♪

♪ I know, ma ♪

♪ I'm not trying

to raise a kid alone ♪

♪ I'll be a baby mama ♪ ♪ I know ♪

♪ It's hard to just up and leave ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ When my family needs me most ♪

♪ Girl ♪

♪ I sold drugs so I could eat ♪

♪ Feel me ♪

♪ But I refuse to sell my soul ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ What happened to the 5:30 reservation? ♪

♪ I don't know, I guess they're late ♪

♪ What up with table number 5 yo, you taking their plate? ♪

♪ It's not ready, still waiting for the patties to bake ♪

♪ Well, I don't like you standing around, just not doing nothin' ♪

♪ I pay you to work, boy ♪

♪ Go do something ♪

♪ Oh, shit, is that my nigga Stick coming? ♪

♪ That's a Hummer, though, wow, it's a 600 ♪

♪ Hey, yo, what up, dawg? it's been a minute ♪

♪ Well, what you want me to do? ♪

♪ I don't know, go do the dishes ♪

♪ Kids, try to teach 'em, but they never listen ♪

♪ Let's go out to the front, puff one, kick it ♪ A'ight.

♪ Excuse me, can you tell me where's the restroom? ♪

♪ Yeah, it's right over there, you enjoying your food? ♪

♪ Yes, thank you, it's wonderful ♪

♪ Good, good ♪

♪ Yo, yo, bring us some drinks ♪

♪ So what up with you, dawg? ♪

♪ It ain't nothing, I'm chillin' ♪

♪ That's not what I heard, I heard you was in it ♪

♪ I heard you was mashing them out, blasting them out ♪

♪ I like the way you move, homie, y'all casting a towel ♪

♪ They ass is out ♪

♪ Like how you handle the biz ♪

♪ Got to know when to cash out ♪

♪ We're gambling, kid, what up with your girl? ♪

♪ My girl told me y'all was expecting ♪ Yeah.

♪ You don't want to give birth to them when you're dead ♪

♪ Man, fuck you, who the fuck is you to critique? ♪

♪ I know you double-OG, but I ain't new to these streets ♪

♪ I'm not saying you are ♪

♪ It's just the way you playing your cards ♪

♪ How you swimming with the sharks but ain't weighing the odds? ♪

♪ That's what I'm sayin', it's hard ♪

♪ They the ones that came at us first ♪

♪ I had to clap back, man, you know how the streets work ♪

♪ They forced my hand ♪

♪ Thinkin' they could clap on my cuz ♪

♪ Then they ran up in a spot ♪

♪ And took the cash and the drugs ♪

♪ Now we at war ♪

♪ Dawg, I need some advice ♪

♪ Dawg, listen to wifey, take heat for her life, see? ♪

♪ See, I'm knowin' your pain, it's all in the game ♪

♪ You don't deserve to be stressed out ♪

♪ Callin' your name, but that's where it leads ♪

♪ Niggas bleed for dastardly deeds ♪

I know.

♪ You got the chance to be the father ♪

♪ To the bastard in me ♪

♪ I hear you, nigga ♪

♪ Believe me, I feel you, nigga ♪

♪ But before I leave town, I got to kill these niggas ♪

♪ Dawg, you needed your dreams, Why, when you were here to the scheme? ♪

♪ 'Cause my ♪

♪ Preach crime, your feelings is beamed ♪

♪ And make it and die, couldn't see with the nakedest eye ♪

♪ Everybody's pride is the same ♪

♪ What difference is mine, huh? ♪

♪ You got a point there, homie, it's true ♪

♪ That nigga's claiming they the realest be the phoniest dude ♪

♪ That goes for your clique ♪

♪ Pussy niggas holding their dick ♪

♪ Type that'd feed your mom poison ♪

♪ When they knowin' you're sick ♪

♪ It is what it is, man, It's the life that we chose ♪

♪ Dawg, you caught up in the cycle ♪

♪ Though in spite of the dough and rightfully so ♪

♪ Shit, you used to be on the block ♪

♪ Before you turned your life around ♪

♪ How many people you shot? ♪

♪ Believe it or not ♪

♪ I still can't sleep in the night ♪

♪ In my dreams, I'm surrounded by the demons, a'ight? ♪

♪ And you don't want that, nigga ♪

♪ Trust me when I tell you ♪

♪ Nothing burns like the thought ♪

♪ Of burning in hell, dude ♪

♪ Follow your own heart, nigga, you know the best ♪

♪ You know the code-- hold your lane ♪

♪ Yeah, but haters still test ♪

♪ They supposed to ♪

♪ See, my nigga, now you the boss now ♪

♪ You got to pay the cost ♪

♪ When the torch gets tossed down ♪

♪ Yeah, I know, I know, you reap what you sow ♪

♪ When you're high profile, you got to keep on the low ♪

♪ I'm trying to drop a jewel on you ♪

♪ No doubt, my nigga, I needed that ♪

♪ Got to warn you ♪

♪ What's up? ♪

♪ Damn, that's fucked up ♪

♪ They shot my nigga Phya ♪

♪ Yep ♪

♪ Yo, you need me, dawg, just holler ♪

♪ I'ma run ♪

♪ I'm good, dawg,

Good lookin', my nigga ♪

♪ Most definitely ♪

♪ What I do need is some heavy weapons for luck ♪

♪ I got this Mac here straight out of the box ♪

♪ A'ight ♪

♪ Smell it, it ain't

never even been shot ♪

♪ Yeah, I'll take two, These shits hot ♪

♪ But I need some bigger shit that'll clear out the block ♪

♪ Oh, oh, okay, okay, let me see what I got ♪

♪ Hey, homes ♪

♪ Yo, check it, hand me that box ♪

♪ Wait till you see this shit, a'ight ♪

♪ My nigga, look, look ♪

♪ This shit right here ♪

♪ This is the cousin of death ♪

♪ And for spots, for a shotgun ♪

♪ I only got four left ♪

♪ This is military issue ♪

Damn. ♪ The whole nine rounds ♪

♪ This shit's a beast ♪

♪ That could fucking lay a elephant down ♪

♪ Damn, this shit crazy ♪

♪ You only got four of them? ♪

♪ All right, fuck it, I'll take all of them ♪

♪ What else you got? ♪

♪ You trying to start a war? ♪

♪ No, just givin' niggas what they askin' for ♪

♪ Well, look, this is a .22 assassin rifle with a scope ♪

♪ So you can lay a nigga down without getting too close ♪

♪ You hear me? ♪

♪ That shit is tight ♪

♪ I take three of those, too ♪

♪ But I want to get up close and personal ♪

♪ You know what I'm saying? ♪

♪ Check it, nigga, whatever you need ♪

♪ You know it's all good, nigga ♪

♪ My heat is your heat ♪

♪ My hood is your hood, nigga ♪

♪ Good lookin', my nigga, you know it's all fam, yo ♪

♪ I'm laying them down 'cause I don't give a damn, yo ♪

♪ Wait till you see this shit, kid ♪

♪ It's a monster M16 ♪

♪ With a M203 grenade launcher ♪

♪ Select fire, semi-matic, or full auto ♪

♪ Hit a nigga with this, and there ain't no tomorrow ♪

♪ God damn, how many bullets they hold in them? ♪

♪ Either 30 rounds, or I got 100 rounds ♪

♪ I'll kill anything within 500 meters ♪

♪ You want to spill blood? ♪

♪ This shit could do about a liter ♪

♪ You see this? ♪

♪ Yeah, that be sick ♪

♪ Yo, I'll take it ♪

♪ You ain't got no more of these shits? ♪

♪ Not here, nigga ♪

♪ You know we got to ship by the crates ♪

♪ Now let me show you some more shit ♪

♪ that'll set your ass straight ♪

♪ Now, now, now, this a HK-93 ♪

♪ 223 calibers like the M16 ♪

♪ Reliable, shoots smooth ♪

♪ And it's exceptionally accurate ♪

♪ Say no more, dawg, You know I got to have that shit ♪

♪ Hey, yo, Stick, what you know about this? ♪

What's that? ♪ This motherfucker come apart ♪

♪ Easy and quick ♪

♪ It's designed to fit in your briefcase ♪

♪ And all that shit ♪

♪ So when you go see them CEOs, nigga ♪

♪ Take your shit, fuck 'em ♪

♪ That's shit's ill ♪

♪ Take three of those, too ♪

♪ A'ight, my nigga, how much I owe you? ♪

♪ This time, nigga, these ones on the house ♪

♪ Just take these shits

and blow Black in the mouth ♪

♪ A'ight ♪

♪ Just do that for me, my nigga, a'ight? ♪

♪ Take that, you don't owe me shit ♪

[chatter]

♪ All right, settle down, settle down ♪

♪ Listen up, y'all ♪

♪ Captain's on my ass about this goddamn war ♪

♪ There was a blood bath ♪

♪ And apparently a lot of people got killed ♪

♪ Out in West Hollywood ♪

♪ Somewhere up in the hills ♪

♪ We have Task 4 to get us insight in the case ♪

♪ So pay attention, you might learn something ♪

♪ From what they have to say ♪

♪ Our sources tell us what we have ♪

♪ Is two families at war ♪

♪ If I could please direct your attention to the wall ♪

♪ We been following both families for quite some time ♪

♪ Even lucky enough to get intel from the inside ♪

♪ What we have here is a chart outlining the whole thing ♪

♪ From the bottom to the top of the food chain ♪

♪ This here is Ike Smith ♪

♪ In the streets they call him Black ♪

♪ There's only one person above him ♪

♪ Oh, yeah? Who's that? ♪

♪ We don't know yet ♪

♪ But it's just a matter of time ♪

♪ We have the pressure on ♪

♪ Somebody out there's bound to drop a dime ♪

♪ They're involved in everything ♪

♪ From extortion to drug traffic ♪

♪ We know they had a hand ♪

♪ In everything that's been happening ♪

♪ You got proof? Why don't we just apprehend and convict? ♪

♪ We want to get 'em on murder so the charges will stick ♪

♪ Better know that the D's is watching us ♪

♪ Ready to lock us up ♪

♪ Niggas, the excuse is not to trust ♪

♪ They sold out for a buck ♪

♪ They escaped to the gun school bus ♪

♪ Any nigga could keep touch ♪

♪ Y'all from the hood, you should know this much ♪

♪ Streets ain't got no love ♪

♪ So who are those guys? And how come they've all got bald heads? ♪

♪ They're from New York ♪

♪ A few of them did time in the fed ♪

♪ What's their story? ♪

♪ They don't seem to have any leader ♪

♪ But if somebody gives the orders ♪

♪ I would say that he does ♪

♪ Anybody even know why the war came to pass? ♪

♪ Not sure, we think a drug deal gone bad ♪

♪ We're gettin' heat from the mayor ♪

♪ To pick up the pace ♪

♪ Sergeant, any idea ♪

♪ Who'd be best for the case? ♪

♪ Yeah, Grant and Lou, what about you two? ♪

Where in the hell is Grant and Lou?

Sergeant, I don't think they showed up today.

Well, you find them

and tell them to get their ass on the case.

♪ Better know that the D's is watching us ♪

♪ Ready to lock us up ♪

♪ Niggas, the excuse is not to trust ♪

♪ They sold out for a buck ♪

♪ They escaped to the gun school bus ♪

♪ Any nigga could keep touch ♪

♪ Y'all from the hood, you should know this ♪

Dismissed.

♪ Much ♪

♪ Streets ain't got no love ♪

♪ Stick got beef, but the niggas is gone ♪

♪ You see a lot of shit he picked up from armor? ♪

♪ Yeah, nigga got max with wipes and llamas ♪

♪ You niggas out here talkin' about my drama? ♪

♪ Shit, motherfucker, you got enough guns ♪

♪ Whoever you going to kill you can only kill once ♪

♪ Why are you gonna waste all them shells on them chumps? ♪

♪ Shit, you can't lead by a uncle's nuts ♪

♪ A'ight, nigga, just keep your hands clean ♪

♪ Before your Allah, just keep the scene ♪

♪ You know, if you need help, I can get the team ♪

♪ Nothin' to make a phone call to Queens ♪

♪ Good lookin', my nigga, appreciate the help ♪

♪ But this is personal, I want to do it myself ♪

♪ Before I make these niggas feel what I felt ♪

♪ They're pushing everywhere, but I'm gon' take them down ♪

♪ Yeah, no doubt, do your thing ♪

♪ Problems, give us a ring ♪

♪ What you ain't got, we'll bring ♪

♪ Also pull some strings ♪

♪ I got that M16 ♪

♪ With that info beam ♪

♪ So either I'ma way ♪

♪ End up dead or in the bing ♪

[muffled shouting]

♪ It was bad P that wired your house ♪

♪ So your ass is dead, you feel me? ♪

♪ Empty this whole clip in your head ♪

Yeah, do it. Matter of fact, let me pop this punk.

♪ Nah, not yet ♪

♪ Why? ♪

♪ We might need him. Lock the trunk ♪

♪ A'ight ♪

♪ A'ight, so what's the plan of attack? ♪

♪ We kill the head, the body falls ♪

♪ So we're after Black ♪

♪ Y'all, go in the front ♪

♪ And I'll come in through the back ♪

♪ A'ight, but be careful, nigga ♪

♪ 'Cause it might be a trap ♪

A'ight.

♪ This is too easy, man, sure we in the right crib? ♪

♪ Would have thought they had more security than this ♪

♪ Yo, Kye ♪

♪ Kye, watch your back ♪

♪ Oh, shit, I didn't even see that cat ♪

♪ That's 'cause you're falling off, nigga ♪

♪ See, I told you

you was slipping ♪

♪ You heard that? ♪

♪ Shh. Hold up. Let me listen, nigga ♪

♪ Sound like it's coming from the kitchen ♪

♪ Well, let's go check it out 'cause my fingers is itchin' ♪

Shut the fuck up, bitch.

♪ Motherfucker ♪

♪ We got what you want, motherfucker ♪

♪ Yeah, we came with the guns, motherfucker ♪

♪ Gonna have us some fun, motherfucker ♪

♪ Fucker, fucker ♪

♪ Oh, Black, come out, you fat fuck ♪

♪ Where you at, bitch? I got what you want ♪

Fuck you! Oh, shit!

Get the fuck out of my house!

Fuckin' bitch! Aah!

Oh, shit!

Fuckin' bitch. Shit.

♪ Better speak, motherfucker ♪

♪ About to make you leak, motherfucker ♪

♪ Better kill me now, motherfuck ♪

♪ I ain't scared of you clown motherfuckers ♪

[grunts]

♪ Hold up, hold up, son ♪

♪ Before you air him out ♪

♪ Let me find if he know Black whereabouts ♪

♪ I done tried that shit, nigga acting like a bitch ♪

♪ Kye beat the shit out of him, and he still don't say shit ♪

♪ Listen, you better tell me where that fat bastard is ♪

♪ Fuck y'all niggas, I ain't telling you shit ♪

See what I mean?

♪ You want to die slow, or you want to die quick? ♪

♪ I don't give a fuck, nigga, kill me, you can suck my dick ♪

♪ Young niggas, no respect and shit ♪

♪ Go ahead, nigga, pop his wig ♪

Fuck--

♪ Lights out ♪

♪ Let's get the fuck out of here ♪

♪ Nice house ♪

♪ So what it looking like here ♪

♪ Looks like the perps made an entrance ♪

♪ Through the front and the side ♪

♪ They scrubbed the house clean ♪

♪ Killed everybody in sight ♪

♪ We got a guy taped up ♪

♪ With a hole in his brain ♪ Damn.

♪ It was fuckin' brutal ♪

♪ They even killed the maid ♪

♪ Damn, they meant business, huh? ♪

♪ Well, they left over 200 shell cases ♪

♪ Will we at least find out ♪

♪ Where the owner of the place is? ♪

♪ No, but his worker's right there ♪

♪ With the cigar in his mouth ♪

♪ Excuse me, sir ♪

♪ Do you work for the owner of the house? ♪

♪ Yeah, he's on the phone ♪

♪ Visiting family in the hospital ♪

♪ He asks who are you ♪

♪ And did you find the man responsible ♪

♪ He Detective Grant ♪

♪ And I'm Detective Lou ♪

♪ We ain't made any arrests ♪

♪ We're doing the best that we can do ♪

♪ But if you have a clue ♪

♪ That could be essential to the case ♪

♪ Please speak, help us lock these animals in a cage ♪

♪ Man, put me on speaker, let 'em talk to me ♪

♪ Okay ♪

♪ Made any new friends? ♪

♪ Nah ♪

♪ Or new enemies? ♪

♪ Hell, no ♪

♪ Come on, nigga, give me something ♪

♪ I can't think

of none at all ♪

♪ He got my card ♪

♪ If you think of something, give me a call ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ A'ight. I be in touch ♪

♪ You got somewhere that you can stay ♪

♪ While they clean this place up? ♪

♪ What? ♪

♪ Yeah, in Honolulu I got some real estate ♪

♪ Nigga, till this investigation ends ♪

♪ You can't leave the state ♪

♪ What? Fuck that scene, now I'm upset ♪

♪ Don't hassle me to tell me I'm the suspect ♪

♪ That's what it look like ♪

♪ Bullshit ♪

♪ Pull up the car right now ♪

♪ And, Afteeka, meet me at the cigar lounge ♪

I'm about to kill a man!

♪ These niggas don't know what they done did ♪

♪ These niggas done fucked up real big ♪

♪ Now I have to raid a man ♪

♪ Now I'm gonna have to kill a man ♪

♪ Yo, Stick gettin' really near ♪

♪ Where's the mother? ♪

♪ Yo, boss, think we should call your brother? ♪

♪ Listen to me, nigga ♪

♪ Word get out about this shit ♪

♪ You might as well just slit your wrists ♪

♪ All right, all right, all right, man ♪

♪ God damn it, I'm the leader, shit ♪

♪ They killed my girl ♪

♪ Got to light that bunch ♪

♪ Them niggas got to die for that shit ♪

♪ It's war, that's it ♪

Now get the fuck up!

Let's go!

Move, bitch!

The hit man you called is here.

A'ight, show him in.

And I'll be downstairs.

A'ight.

♪ Hello, Mr. Black ♪

♪ I'm King Khi, pleased to meet you ♪

♪ What I understand, you having complications with some people ♪

♪ Yeah, that's right, I want those fuckers shot in the brains ♪

♪ I don't care what it cost ♪

♪ See, money ain't a thing ♪

♪ Hey, Kim, what's on the menu today? ♪

♪ Chicken ♪

♪ You hungry? You want this bitch to fix you a plate? ♪

♪ I'd like to conclude our business, if that's okay ♪

♪ Oh, you get right down to it, huh? ♪

♪ You don't play ♪

♪ What happens if you fail, or if you miss a target? ♪

♪ Nah, I always get my man ♪

♪ I'm afraid failure's not an option ♪

♪ I would think my referrals would speak for themselves ♪

♪ I never missed a mark in the ten years I worked in this field ♪

♪ If it's human, can bleed and die ♪

♪ And givin' you problems, I could solve 'em ♪

♪ I'll need half now ♪

♪ The other half when the job's done ♪

♪ Send 'em back, you'll get the rest ♪

♪ When you kill these motherfuckers ♪

♪ And show me proof of death ♪

♪ As soon as it's done, I want you to call here ♪

♪ You wanna count it, nigga, make sure it's all there? ♪

♪ Nah, that won't be necessary ♪

♪ Killing game is legendary ♪

♪ This time tomorrow, yo ♪

♪ You'll find him in the mortuary ♪

♪ Two days later, dawg ♪

♪ You'll find him in the cemetery ♪

♪ Mom's cryin' sins buried, Pa, no need to worry ♪

♪ Here go his files, with all his specifics ♪

♪ I don't see why you need it ♪

♪ Just hit him with the business ♪

♪ To be optimum effective ♪

♪ I need the logistics ♪

♪ No fingerprint shit, no clues for forensics ♪

♪ No evidence and no breathing witness ♪

♪ It's what I do, bro, business is business ♪

Hey, you want Kim to walk you out?

Nah, man. I found my way in.

I can find my way out.

♪ [vocalizing] ♪

♪ See the nightmare ♪

♪ Make your heart turn cold ♪

♪ It could take your soul ♪

♪ You gon' die all alone ♪

♪ So you will die here ♪

♪ Before my life ends ♪

♪ Trying to make amends ♪

♪ Will God forgive my sins ♪

♪ You've lied for me ♪

♪ I can't take no more ♪

♪ See an angel ♪

♪ But I know hell is calling ♪

♪ My path, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ I keep going in circles ♪

♪ Caught up, don't know ♪

♪ If I'm gon' see tomorrow ♪

♪ That's an awful nice watch, it must cost a pretty penny ♪

♪ Can I get you somethin'? ♪

♪ Yeah, let me get a double shot of Henny ♪

♪ Looks like somebody's having a hell of a day ♪

♪ But I'm telling you, you can't drink them demons away ♪

♪ If experience is the best teacher, then listen here ♪

♪ I know, I've been trying it for 15 years ♪

♪ What's your name? ♪

♪ They call me Sticky,

and you? ♪

♪ I'm Sam, have a seat ♪

♪ Get some free advice from an old man ♪

♪ So what's up? ♪

♪ Nothing, my life's a mess ♪

♪ Life or death, I'm drownin', tryin' to fight for breath ♪

♪ Wanna get out, but end up back right in the mess ♪

♪ Just confused, don't know my right from left ♪

♪ Well, here's my advice, I say fuck the world ♪

♪ What's her name? If there's trouble, it's gotta be a girl ♪

♪ Well, she ain't involved, but her name is Heaven ♪

♪ Tryin' to get her out this hell hole ♪

♪ Just found out she's pregnant ♪

♪ You caught up in that love shit ♪

♪ No wonder you trippin' ♪

♪ Don't you know everybody in love got conditions? ♪

♪ They only love you if you do this, you do that ♪

♪ Only love you if you're like this or like that ♪

Right.

♪ Never trust friends ♪

♪ Learn to use your other sense ♪

♪ And seal the intentions and say less then necessary ♪

♪ Every living creature's ♪

♪ First law of life is survival ♪

♪ A man might kill a few ♪

♪ But he won't die for you ♪

♪ The only one that ever did that ♪

♪ Name's in the Bible ♪

♪ And they even usin' your religion to divide you ♪

♪ Listen, this whole country's a prison ♪

♪ But it's so damn big, you don't know you're in it ♪

Damn.

♪ They got apartments

and cars ♪

♪ And planes and supermarkets ♪

♪ Jobs, businesses makin' big profits ♪

♪ But try to leave without a passport ♪

♪ And you'll see, just how much in jail you are ♪

♪ Don't play with your life ♪

♪ You might not get another one ♪

♪ The hell with everybody, look out for number 1 ♪

♪ I hear you, brother, but like that just seem wrong ♪

♪ When you're dead and you're gone, son ♪

♪ The world still go on ♪

♪ Nightmare ♪

♪ Make your heart turn cold ♪

♪ Streets'll take your soul ♪

♪ You gon' die all alone ♪

♪ So you will die here ♪

♪ Before my life ends ♪

♪ Tryin' to make amends ♪

♪ Will God forgive my sins? ♪

♪ Feels like fallin' ♪

♪ I can't take no more, and ♪

♪ See an angel ♪

♪ But I know hell is callin' ♪

♪ My path, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ I keep going in circles ♪

♪ Caught up, don't know ♪

♪ If I'm gonna see tomorrow ♪

♪ I ain't scared of no police ♪

♪ Niggas ain't got shit on me ♪

♪ You can't catch me without my heat ♪

Hey, yo. Come here.

Yo, let us talk

to you for a second.

Come here, nigga.

♪ I didn't know it was illegal ♪

♪ To cross

the intersection ♪

♪ Nah, it's not ♪

♪ Just wanna ask you some questions ♪

♪ Mind if we search you, nigga?

♪ You got any weapons? ♪

♪ Wait, wait, hold up, man ♪

♪ I ain't breakin' no laws ♪

♪ What's the problem? ♪

♪ Don't you need

probable cause? ♪

♪ Fuck that, I know my rights ♪

♪ Hell no, you can't search me ♪

♪ What's up with your partner? ♪

♪ What's wrong, you wanna hurt me? ♪

♪ If we wasn't in public, I'd make you beg for mercy ♪

♪ Crooked-ass cops, man, all ya niggas dirty ♪

♪ Nah, you listen to me, punk ♪

♪ Don't you ever disrespect me ♪

♪ No, you ain't that big, homie ♪

♪ Trust me, you ain't ready ♪

♪ I'll kill you, motherfucker ♪

♪ You think you tough, huh? Huh, motherfucker? ♪

♪ All right, all right, that's enough ♪

♪ We got word you got a war goin' on with Black Mike ♪

♪ Well whoever's rollin' for him ♪

♪ They hittin' the crack pipe ♪

♪ If I'm under arrest, then put the cuffs on me ♪

♪ I'm legitimate, I own a record company ♪

♪ The record company you own ♪

♪ Is how you're cleanin' the dough ♪

♪ And the money came from sellin' Ecstasy and the blow ♪

♪ Well, if you need a fix ♪

♪ Then come see me, then ♪

♪ Oh, shit, you's a comedian ♪

[laughs] Yeah.

♪ 'Cept I'm not that funny ♪

♪ I ain't jokin, I got Johnnie Cochran money ♪

♪ Oh, so you's a rich nigga ♪

♪ Me, homeboy, knock ya bloody ♪

♪ Don't think 'cause you a cop ♪

♪ It might not get ugly ♪

♪ Don't think 'cause I'm a cop ♪

♪ And you got some money, I won't take ♪

♪ This badge off now, and beat you bloody ♪

So what's up, nigga? Let's do this.

I'll call your bluff.

Lieutenant.

Come on, Lieutenant. That's enough.

You lucky, motherfucker.

You lucky.

I'ma see you next time.

Yo, let's just

get in the ride.

Shut the fuck up, nigga.

♪ I ain't scared of no police ♪

♪ Niggas ain't got shit on me ♪

♪ You can't catch me without my heat ♪

♪ I wouldn't go in these streets, these streets ♪

♪ I ain't scared of no police ♪

♪ Niggas ain't got shit on me ♪

♪ You can't catch me without my heat ♪

♪ I wouldn't go in these streets, these streets ♪

Look at this fuckin' nigga right here.

What up, nigga, man?

Yo, what up Stick.

What's poppin', my nigga?

♪ You a wild boy, son. You really popped two cops? ♪

♪ Yeah, fuck them pigs, they deserve what they got ♪

♪ But how Phya holdin' up in the hospital? ♪

♪ Man, he be a'ight ♪ Yeah?

♪ You know that nigga's strong as a bull ♪

Right.

♪ But look, dawg, right now, you need to chill ♪

What? ♪ Too much heat on you ♪

♪ We just put up a million for bail ♪

♪ I want that nigga Black dead ♪

♪ Just as bad as you ♪

♪ We raided his house, nigga ♪

♪ But what did that do? ♪

♪ He's still alive, still breathin' ♪

♪ Still walkin', still talkin' ♪

♪ I won't be satisfied until he's still ♪

♪ In a coffin, dawg ♪

♪ I can't talk

to this nigga, man ♪

♪ You wanna be a hot head, you see? ♪

♪ Niggas never learn 'til they get shot dead ♪

♪ But Stick, they killed our niggas and took our cake ♪

♪ They had it in for us soon as we stepped foot in this state, man ♪

♪ But goin' to war with Black will be a big mistake ♪

♪ That nigga gotta die ♪

♪ And I don't care what you say ♪

♪ That nigga gotta die ♪

♪ He can't live a former lie ♪

♪ That nigga gotta die ♪

♪ It's a eye for an eye ♪

♪ That nigga gotta die ♪

♪ On everything, he gotta go ♪

♪ We gon' make example out of him ♪

♪ Kill his ass slow, that nigga gotta die ♪

♪ He can't live a former lie ♪

♪ That nigga gotta die, it's a eye for an eye ♪

♪ That nigga gotta die, on everything, he gotta go ♪

♪ We gon' make example out of him, kill his ass slow ♪

♪ Yo, why you actin' like you scared and shit? ♪

♪ Yo, look, nigga, don't come at me ♪

♪ With no scared business, okay? ♪

♪ I'll put a hole in the nigga quicker than you ♪

♪ No argument there, with guns ♪

♪ Nobody's sicker than you ♪

♪ That's right, nigga, don't you ever forget that fact ♪

♪ So then what's up, dawg? ♪

What's up?

♪ Why we can't get at Black? ♪

♪ We done bothered his house ♪

♪ They be waitin' for the attack ♪

♪ And walkin' right into a trap? ♪

♪ Gotta be smarter than that ♪

♪ It's his town, his advantage ♪

♪ He holdin' the weight, even police workin' for him ♪

♪ They rolled on me today ♪

♪ See, he a dumb nigga ♪

♪ He don't hear nothing I say ♪

♪ Nigga won't be satisfied until he's slumped in the grave ♪

♪ You ain't learn from the club ♪

♪ And the police shit? Who this? ♪

♪ Your brother flossin' in his new whip ♪

♪ Nigga, when you get back in town? ♪

♪ Just now, heard about the bullshit that went down ♪

♪ What's up, nigga? Come here, gimme a pound ♪

♪ You a'ight? ♪

♪ Yeah, man ♪

♪ Just sick

of these clowns ♪

♪ Come on, relax, man ♪

♪ I'm here, let's have some fun ♪

♪ Jump in the whip, come with me to make this run ♪

♪ That nigga gotta die ♪

♪ He can't live a former lie, that nigga gotta die ♪

♪ It's a eye for an eye, that nigga gotta die ♪

♪ On everything, he gotta go ♪

♪ We gon' make example out of him ♪

♪ Kill his ass slow, that nigga gotta die ♪

♪ He can't live a former lie ♪

♪ That nigga gotta die, it's a eye for an eye ♪

♪ That nigga gotta die ♪

♪ On everything, he gotta go ♪

♪ We gon' make example out of him ♪

♪ Kill his ass slow ♪

Man.

What's up?

♪ They some dumb ass niggas, yo ♪

♪ They don't fuckin' listen, bro ♪

♪ I'm tellin' you, they gon' fuck around ♪

♪ And get us all caught up ♪

♪ But niggas did come at us first ♪

♪ And? A tooth for some teeth ♪

♪ We can't let it worse, man ♪

♪ I hear you, I ain't tryin' to fight with you ♪

♪ But, brother, I know when somethin' ain't right ♪

♪ Who'd you talk to? What's wrong? ♪

♪ You ain't yourself, the Stick I know ♪

♪ Woulda been ready to give these other niggas hell ♪

♪ And he wouldn't of stopped ♪

♪ 'Til them niggas was dead, what's up ♪

♪ Lil' bro, what's going on in your head? ♪

♪ Papered up, thinkin' about changing it up ♪

♪ My whole lifestyle, thinkin' about hangin' it up ♪

♪ Had a lot on my mind ♪

♪ That's why I never said shit ♪

♪ And I just found out

my girl pregnant ♪

Damn.

♪ I want out, son, I got enough green ♪

♪ As a man, gotta put my seed before my team ♪

♪ I just think that a nigga gettin' older ♪

♪ And gettin' sick of lookin' over my shoulder ♪

♪ My heart just get colder and colder ♪

♪ Till it's over, I live like a soldier ♪

♪ When we was comin' up, 'memeber what I told ya? ♪

♪ You gon' always have to look over your shoulder ♪

♪ The game make your heart colder and colder ♪

♪ 'Til it's over, live like a soldier ♪

♪ I mean, damn, what can I say? ♪

♪ You made up your mind, look like the decision is made ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm gonna do it, I'm leaving today ♪

♪ Just gotta pick up my girl ♪

♪ Then I'm out on a plane, but ♪

♪ Brother to brother, gotta ask you a question ♪

♪ When I go, do I at least have your blessings? ♪

♪ Man, what you talking about? ♪

♪ What kinda question

is that? ♪

Just sayin', man.

♪ Oh, shit, You got your strap? ♪

Get down!

♪ Shit, nigga I told you you missed ♪

♪ The motherfuckers ain't dead ♪

♪ Should we bounce? ♪

♪ Hell no, Black

will have our heads ♪

♪ Yo, you hit?

♪ No, I'm good, son ♪

♪ What about you? ♪

♪ Nah, I'm good ♪

♪ Here, take this, on the count of two ♪

♪ Yo, fuck that, I need this reward, let's get this bread ♪

♪ I got enough lead to tear both them niggas to shreds ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, you right, on the wall ♪

♪ Let's get this dough ♪

♪ Oh, shit, where the fuck did they go? ♪

Right here,

motherfucker.

Oh, shit.

What's up now, motherfucker?

[gunshots]

♪ Dear God, my nigga, you gotta help me ♪

♪ I know I said I quit the game when I was wealthy ♪

♪ The times was hard, the money was easy ♪

♪ I meant no harm, you gotta believe me ♪

♪ Fuck I do now? No turnin' back ♪

♪ Too much money at stake ♪

♪ Too many niggas got clapped ♪

♪ I'm goin' to hell with the rest of the planet ♪

♪ I know it, I broke all your Commandments ♪

♪ You don't know what this world do to you ♪

♪ The last time I been to church was a funeral ♪

♪ You can't hear me, why fool myself? ♪

♪ I'm alone in this world talkin' to myself ♪

♪ Believe me, my brotha ♪

♪ He hears every syllable ♪

♪ You look troubled, like there's something killing you ♪

♪ I'm knowing your pain ♪

♪ Without even

knowing you ♪

How you know my pain?

♪ I been there, I know exactly what you're going through ♪

♪ These streets, they can eat you alive ♪

♪ It's a shame what you gotta do just to survive ♪

♪ First you gotta know about the hood ♪

♪ To be my teacher ♪

Hah.

♪ Well, son, I wasn't always a preacher ♪

Yeah?

♪ I been in the game, I been in the prisons ♪

Word?

♪ I was living in pain with an addiction ♪

Damn.

♪ I did a few things when people was missin' ♪

Word?

♪ It's never in vain, just talk and he'll listen ♪

♪ Before I live for any streets ♪

♪ I pray to the Lord my soul to keep ♪

♪ If I should die before the end of the day ♪

♪ I pray that it's quick and I don't feel no pain ♪

♪ Before I live for any streets ♪

♪ I pray to the Lord my soul to keep ♪

♪ If I should die before the end of the day ♪

♪ I pray that it's quick and I don't feel no pain ♪

♪ Just tryin' to live my life better ♪

♪ Man, with God as my witness ♪

♪ Then drop to your knees, ask for forgiveness ♪

♪ Get outta the dark, come be in the light ♪

♪ It's not that easy, I done did some things in my life ♪

♪ Until you make peace with the Lord ♪

♪ Nothing go right, you must walk by faith-- ♪

♪ I know, and not by sight ♪

♪ But a nigga just ain't gonna catch ♪

♪ The Holy Ghost overnight ♪

♪ With temptation, it's always a constant fight ♪

♪ I feel you, but cats out here ruthless ♪

♪ Pop you, throw you in the trunk, ♪

♪ Couldn't give two shits ♪

♪ I'll be lucky to live ♪

♪ Through the end of the night ♪

♪ See, that right there should tell you something ♪

♪ You probably not livin' right ♪

♪ You need to surround yourself with love ♪

♪ I'm just a pastor, only God can judge ♪

♪ But you right, though ♪

♪ I know enough is enough ♪

♪ I guess I'm looking for a blessing ♪

♪ From the man up above ♪

♪ Before I live for any streets ♪

♪ I pray to the Lord my soul he'll keep ♪

♪ If I should die before the end of the day ♪

♪ I pray that it's quick and that I feel no pain ♪

♪ Before I live for any streets ♪

♪ I pray to the Lord my soul he'll keep ♪

♪ If I should die before the end of the day ♪

♪ I pray that it's quick and I don't feel no pain ♪

♪ Yo, niggas is tryin' to kill you ♪

♪ Cops is, too, you frontin' ♪

♪ I'm good, just go the hospital ♪

♪ And visit your cousin ♪

A'ight.

A'ight, man. One.

One.

♪ Yo, what up, ma? ♪

♪ My bad for showin' unexpectedly ♪

♪ But I need to holla at you for a second, P ♪

♪ Yo, yo, yo, back up, dude ♪

♪ Mother fucker, how 'bout I back up you? ♪

Oh, shit.

Eh, eh, eh.

♪ Nigga, you want some, too? ♪

♪ Sticky, what's wrong with you ♪

♪ Ain't nothing wrong with me ♪

♪ I'm perfectly sane, I just came ♪

♪ To tell you that I'm gettin' outta the game ♪

♪ That's not what it looks like from my side ♪

♪ Looks like you're about to catch a double homicide ♪

♪ My bad, it's just motherfuckers now ♪

♪ They be makin' me mad ♪

♪ Come here, come here, let's talk ♪

Yo, you all right?

♪ It's all right, boys ♪

♪ You can all go

take a walk ♪

Okay.

♪ I'm glad you came ♪

♪ So what's this talk about you getting out of the game? ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah that's it for me ♪

♪ I'm all done, no more movin' bricks for me ♪

♪ And it ain't 'cause the police is hip to me ♪

♪ Or 'cause that nigga Black put a hit on me ♪

♪ I'm just tired of all the death drivin' me wild ♪

♪ I'm about to have a child, move, start a new lifestyle ♪

♪ So, from now on, you can deal with Tye and Phya ♪

♪ Hangin' up my guns, I'm out, I retire ♪

♪ You think it's that easy? Just like that? ♪

♪ Like I'm some bitch that you fucked ♪

♪ And never called back? ♪

Yo, look, P--

♪ No, no, don't

look, P me ♪

♪ I have a shipment coming in, 350 ki's ♪

♪ My boys'll make the pickup ♪

♪ And you'll get your bread ♪

♪ One's a trigger-happy cop-killer, and one's a coke head ♪

♪ Now, you tell me, what am I supposed to do? ♪

♪ Depend on those idiots in your so-called crew? ♪

♪ P, I know you got a shipment, I'm just tryin' to help you ♪

♪ But I'm out, that's it ♪

♪ I don't know what to tell you ♪

♪ Yo, you walk away from me, you're dead ♪

You hear me? You're dead!

♪ Hey, yo, what up, dawg? ♪

♪ Holdin' my head as much as possible ♪

♪ How Phya doin'? ♪

♪ Doin' good,

still in the hospital ♪

♪ Sure you ready? ♪

♪ For my seed?

Do what I gots to ♪

♪ All right, be safe ♪

♪ Man, I'm shootin'

through these obstacles ♪

♪ Listen, first we got passports, all in new names ♪

♪ So, you shouldn't have no problem boardin' a plane ♪

♪ Got a private jet waiting that can leave when you're ready ♪

♪ Can take you to a major port 200 miles from the city ♪

♪ Got a man on the inside if you feel you in trouble ♪

♪ 'Cause knowin' you, you got a few mil in a duffle ♪

♪ Parachutes in the duffle if you really in trouble ♪

♪ Yo, you serious? ♪

♪ Yeah, dawg ♪

♪ I'm feelin' your struggle ♪

♪ See, that's why I fuck with you, O, for real ♪

♪ When it come down to it, you so for real ♪

♪ I owe you big over this one ♪

♪ Spades, in fact, it might take a little while ♪

♪ But I'ma pay that back ♪

♪ My nigga, no worries here ♪

♪ I don't give to receive ♪

♪ My gift is you being present when they deliver your seed ♪

♪ See, that's what I mean, we like family, yo ♪

♪ Only a nigga like you could understand me, yo ♪

♪ Ay, yo, good lookin', nigga ♪

♪ Come on, dawg, you know I got your back ♪

♪ I owe you one ♪

♪ Knock it off, you don't owe me jack ♪

♪ Hold it down ♪

♪ You know me, I ain't got a choice ♪

♪ I'm still bad ♪

♪ Yeah I know, I hear it in your voice ♪

♪ Yo, I heard some shit, on the wire, this killer ♪

♪ This chick name Sheila ♪

♪ Told me Black is a squealer ♪

What? Who?

♪ Sheila, I know her from D.C. ♪

♪ Was a cop on one of my blocks ♪

♪ Now she a D.T. ♪

♪ Said Black been workin' with the Feds for a minute ♪

♪ That motherfucker need to be shot dead on the premises ♪

♪ Yo, hold up, man, I'm sayin' ♪

♪ Is this source reliable? ♪

♪ Of course, dawg, besides, did I ever lie to you? ♪

♪ Nah, man, but this some unthinkable shit ♪

♪ If what you say is true ♪

♪ Then I'm on

a sinkin' ship ♪

I know.

♪ Me and dude's in the middle of an all-out war ♪

♪ And what for? ♪

♪ So he could call me out to the law? ♪

♪ That's the same motherfuckin' reason that I told you for ♪

♪ You can't be sleepin' on the streets, nigga, dozin' off ♪

♪ You know I got your back, homeboy ♪

♪ You's my man, now get your ass on the plane ♪

♪ And hit me up when you land ♪

Ay, yo, good lookin', nigga.

♪ Come on, dawg, you know I got your back ♪

♪ Man, I owe you one ♪

♪ Knock if off, you don't owe me jack ♪

♪ Hold it down ♪

♪ You know me, I ain't got a choice ♪

♪ I'm still bad ♪

♪ Yeah, I know, I hear it in your voice ♪

♪ Hello ♪

♪ How are you?

♪ I'm good, and you? ♪

♪ Fine ♪

♪ What floor you goin' to? ♪ ♪ Can you press number 5? ♪

♪ We havin' some nice

weather, huh? ♪

♪ Mm-hmm, yeah it's nice ♪

♪ You need some help

with your bags? ♪

♪ Oh, that's all right ♪

♪ Okay, now, bye ♪

♪ You have a nice day ♪

♪ You, too ♪

♪ I'll try ♪

♪ Are you okay, can I help you? ♪

♪ Yeah, sweetie ♪

♪ Everything's fine ♪

♪ We just makin' a delivery at room 39 ♪

♪ Oh, it's right there ♪

♪ The 5th door on the left side ♪

♪ Okay, thank you ♪

♪ Oh, don't mention it, anytime ♪

♪ What kinda gangsta is you ♪

♪ In the hospital hidin' out? ♪

♪ Mmm, well, it's time to put the fire out ♪

♪ The fuck is this? ♪

♪ Ain't that a bitch? ♪

♪ If you move, dead, nigga, drop the gun ♪

♪ Who sent you? I know that it was Black and 'em ♪

♪ You fightin' a war you can't win ♪

♪ You know that shit ♪

♪ If you gonna kill me, nigga, do it ♪

♪ Get it over with ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, you think you Biggie? ♪

♪ Huh? You ready to die? ♪

♪ Do it, nigga ♪

♪ Goodbye, bitch ♪

♪ Tell God I said hi ♪

[groans]

[empty clicks]

[screaming]

There's someone at the hospital.

Someone, help, please.

No, they're shooting.

[alarm sounds]

[phone rings]

♪ Oh, my God, Sticky ♪

♪ What's wrong with you? I left a thousand messages ♪

♪ I've been calling you, calling you ♪

♪ I had a bad feeling ever since you left ♪

♪ Don't ever do that to me again ♪

♪ You had me scared to death ♪

♪ Baby, baby, calm down ♪

♪ Everything is all right ♪

♪ Okay, you okay? ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm a'ight ♪

♪ Thank God ♪

♪ I almost had a heart attack because of you ♪

♪ I just wanted to tell you, baby, that I love you ♪

♪ I love you, too, ma, I love you more ♪

♪ Now, listen to me carefully, our time runnin' short ♪

♪ Pack one bag light enough to go on board ♪

♪ I'm picking you up, and we headed to the airport ♪

♪ What did you do? ♪

♪ Nothing ♪

♪ Promise me ♪

♪ I promise ♪

♪ I ain't do nothing, what, you don't trust me? ♪

♪ I trust you, I love you, you are my heart ♪

♪ I just don't wanna see you get ripped apart ♪

♪ Boy, I love it when you're holdin' me ♪

♪ When you're-- When you're lovin' me and holdin' me ♪

♪ And I-- I can't wait 'til you get home with me ♪

♪ Once you're in my arms, I ain't never gonna let go ♪

♪ I love it when you're holding me ♪

♪ When you're-- When you're loving me and holding me ♪

♪ And I-- I can't wait 'til you get home with me ♪

♪ Once you're in my arms, I ain't never gonna let go ♪

♪ Before I met you, Heaven, swear I was livin' in hell ♪

♪ And If I hurt you girl, don't think I could forgive myself ♪

♪ It's not that, I know you wouldn't ♪

♪ Hurt me intentionally, just don't wanna ♪

♪ See you end up dead or in a penitentiary ♪

♪ Promise when we leave, you gon' start livin' right ♪

♪ I won't live a double life ♪

♪ Like my brother Isaiah ♪

Who?

♪ My brother Isaiah, well, my stepbrother ♪

♪ He always in trouble, if it's not one thing, it's another ♪

♪ I can't lie, ma, yeah, I got caught up in the game ♪

♪ But, I put it all behind me when we step on that plane ♪

I hope so.

♪ Lucky we showed up when we did, boy ♪

♪ Them niggas tried to dead you ♪

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

♪ Now what you want, a medal? ♪

♪ I know this surgeon that works this crib ♪

♪ Forget the doctors, you always said ♪

♪ It's worse than it is-- ahh ♪

♪ You ain't Supernigga ♪ Damn!

♪ You need medical attention ♪

♪ Phya, don't be stupid ♪

♪ When you start hittin' the blow? ♪

♪ Don't worry 'bout it, cousin ♪

♪ Why you wanna know? ♪

♪ Ever since y'all left New York ♪

♪ It seems like the whole family been fallin' apart ♪

♪ I mean, when's the last time we had a heart to heart? ♪

♪ I ain't with that sentimental shit ♪

♪ Nigga, don't start--♪ [groans]

♪ Oh, you need a doctor, quick ♪

♪ I don't feel pain ♪

♪ It's like I never got hit ♪

♪ You hard-headed, you don't listen to shit ♪

♪ You know Stick gettin' out the game and havin' a kid? ♪

♪ What?

Who told you that? ♪

♪ He told me ♪

♪ When niggas tried to kill us on the Ave ♪

♪ Shit got ill, we turned guerilla fast ♪

♪ And your boy, Killer Mike, was running niggas into mass ♪

♪ Just gimme my gat ♪

♪ He good, man ♪

♪ With my own life I vouch for him ♪

♪ That's your life, nigga, I'ma hold you to that ♪

The fuck you doin'?

The fuck did you just do?

[phone rings]

Are you crazy?

Are you crazy?

God damn.

♪ Yo, what up? This is Phya, what's good? ♪

Yo.

♪ Tell me, what's really hood? ♪

Yo.

♪ Yeah, son, I'm out the hospital ♪

♪ Start thinkin', man ♪

♪ Had the blaze, had to pop, too ♪

♪ You can't be serious ♪

♪ Word? You can't be serious ♪

♪ Aw, man, where they headed? ♪

♪ I'm coked out, wilin' out niggas 'bout to get deaded ♪

♪ What happened now? Come on, hit me with it ♪

♪ Holla back ♪

♪ Go ahead, nigga,

hit me with it ♪

♪ Damn, I ain't even see this shit ♪

♪ To the airport, damn, I can't believe this shit ♪

♪ Get hostile ♪

♪ If you cross us some way ♪

♪ Get even ♪

♪ If it kills us one day ♪

♪ We don't back down ♪

♪ When they come up and wait ♪

♪ 'Cause we know ♪

♪ Can't live forever ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ Can't live forever ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ Ever, ever, ever ♪

♪ Ooh, oh ♪

♪ I wanna love some of ya, baby ♪

♪ Ooh, oh ♪

♪ I wanna love some of ya, baby ♪

♪ Ooh, oh ♪

♪ I wanna love some of ya, baby ♪

♪ Ooh, oh ♪

♪ I wanna love some of ya, baby ♪

♪ Ooh, yeah ♪

♪ I wanna love some of ya, baby ♪

♪ Uh, uh, ooh, yeah ♪

♪ [vocalizing] ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, oh ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, I wanted, I needed ♪

♪ I wanna love some of ya, baby ♪

♪ Oh, I want, oh, I need ♪

♪ I wanna love some of ya, baby ♪

♪ Ooh, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, ooh, oh ♪

♪ I wanna love some of ya, baby ♪

♪ Ooh, oh ♪

♪ I wanna love some of ya, baby ♪

[kids chattering]

[computer beeps]

[thud]

[radio chatter]

♪ There was a shootout at the hospital ♪

♪ We have units in route, but get this ♪

♪ Guess who was registered to the room ♪

♪ Don't tell me ♪

♪ Stick's first cousin Phya ♪

♪ Ever since he came here, the death toll got higher ♪

♪ Yeah, I could imagine ♪

♪ But wait, it gets worse ♪

♪ We have a positive I.D. from a nurse ♪

♪ She said Stick's brother BamBam ♪

♪ Came in like a mad man ♪

♪ Killed three people ♪

♪ Took fire and ran ♪

♪ If you ask me, their operation's about to nose dive ♪

♪ Turns out Killer Mike was playing both sides ♪

♪ Okay, where's Grant and Lou? ♪

♪ I think they're runnin' surveillance ♪

♪ On Stick and his crew ♪

♪ Listen here, fuck the bullshit ♪

♪ I ain't trying to be standin' at the lobby, yo ♪

♪ You sure you spoke to my contact at the Bellagio? ♪

♪ Do they know I'm comin'? ♪

♪ Yeah, boss, everybody know ♪

♪ The fight is sold out ♪

♪ But you got seats right beside the rope ♪

♪ Good, good, call up Bobby Joe ♪

♪ At the escort service ♪

♪ Tell him I need a party ho ♪

♪ I already did, he's sending that bitch ♪

♪ From the Ferrari show ♪

♪ What? ♪

♪ Get another bitch, fuck that retarded ho ♪

♪ A'ight, whatever you want ♪

♪ You know I'm on that, shit ♪

♪ You the boss, you the one that's signing the checks ♪

Damn right.

Hello?

Aw, shit.

♪ Hey, boss, it's your big brother ♪

♪ I think he found out what happened ♪

♪ He on the phone, he wanna talk ♪

♪ And he don't sound happy ♪

♪ Jesus Christ, did you say something? ♪

♪ Hell, no. I like my life ♪

♪ What's up big bro? ♪

♪ What? ♪

♪ Don't what's up me, nigga ♪

♪ Is you just playing dumb and you tryin' to fuck me, nigga? ♪

♪ You say them New York niggas ain't pose no threat ♪

♪ But we losin' money, niggas are dyin' ♪

♪ The Feds breathin' down my neck ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, bro ♪

♪ Ain't no need to get upset ♪

♪ I can handle it ♪

♪ Then why the shit ain't handled yet? ♪

♪ Just give me one week ♪

♪ I swear I'll have the shit and smack ♪

♪ You got one day ♪

♪ Or I'ma put a bullet in your ass, nigga ♪

♪ Water's gettin' deep, though ♪

♪ For real, my nigga ♪

♪ Be on the move when them boys come get ya ♪

♪ Gon' bust ya, really, we head bustin' ♪

♪ A hundred miles of runnin' ♪

♪ See, we pop and gunnin' ♪

♪ The water's gettin' deep, though ♪

♪ For real, my nigga ♪

♪ Be on the move when them boys come get ya ♪

♪ Gon' bust ya, really, we head bustin' ♪

♪ A hundred miles of runnin' ♪

♪ See, we pop and gunnin' ♪

♪ So, what's up, bossolini? ♪

♪ What you want me to do? ♪

♪ You wanna head to LV or tally up the crew? ♪

♪ What? I ain't paying that nigga no mind ♪

♪ We going to Vegas, see the fight ♪

♪ Make sure we on time ♪

♪ Okay, whatever you say ♪

♪ Man, what the hell is you doing? ♪

♪ Put that gun away ♪

♪ Besides, you can't bring no gun ♪

♪ On no goddamn plane ♪

♪ Relax, I know

the security team ♪

♪ We could bring anything ♪

[police radio chatter]

♪ Man, this nigga here must be the goofiest nigga alive ♪

♪ Rollin' around here with drug money and guns up in his ride ♪

♪ You would think they'd know they're under investigation ♪

♪ Man, I can't wait to get this nigga here down to the station ♪

♪ Look, he's pullin' off ♪

♪ Follow him, nigga ♪

♪ See where he lead us ♪

♪ Okay ♪

♪ But stay back a few cars, nigga, so they don't see us ♪

♪ I'm gonna call in for backup ♪

♪ Nah, don't call

for no backup yet ♪

Why?

♪ Just stay on his tail, he might take us to his connect ♪

I don't know, man.

Look, white boy,

just do what I say, all right?

Know how much press we'll get if we crack this case?

♪ Is that all you care about? ♪

♪ Seeing your name

in the paper? ♪

♪ Yeah, kinda ♪

♪ I thought being a cop was being about making it safer ♪

Okay?

♪ Follow him, nigga ♪

[plane engines roaring]

[Male voice] The white zone is for immediate loading

and unloading of passengers only...

♪ Hey, boss, you said you'd go and kill that nigga Stick when you catch him ♪

♪ Well, there he go, right there, walking with Heaven ♪

♪ Whoever bring me his head is a hundred grand richer ♪

[people screaming]

♪ And get my sister ♪

♪ Heaven, get moving, girl, we gotta run for cover ♪

♪ Wait, I don't understand ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ That's my stepbrother ♪

♪ What? Stepbrother? ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ That ugly motherfucker your stepbrother? ♪

♪ His father's my mother's husband ♪

♪ What's going on? ♪

♪ Why they shooting? Why we running? ♪

♪ How could you do this? I loved you, you set me up ♪

♪ You ain't tell me that your brother was that fat fuck ♪

♪ What? No ♪

♪ What are you talking about? ♪

♪ I told you about Isaiah when you called my house ♪

♪ Yeah, about Black Ike, Who the fuck is Isaiah? ♪

♪ They the same person-- Ike is short for Isaiah ♪

♪ Ain't that Black's

main ride? ♪

♪ Yeah, that's Stick's GT ♪

♪ Hope we ain't too late ♪

♪ You ready? Cock your heat ♪

♪ We gotta do something ♪

♪ Aren't we supposed to be the police? ♪

♪ Man, them low-life niggas ain't gonna bust on me ♪

♪ So we just sit here and watch it unfold while you eat? ♪

♪ Man, think about it like it's the movies ♪

♪ We got front row seats ♪

♪ Where did they go? ♪

♪ I don't know ♪

♪ They couldn't went far, but go outside ♪

♪ In case they double back to the car ♪

♪ Are you insane? You was gonna take a gun on the plane? ♪

♪ But you promised me you would leave behind the game ♪

♪ And I will, as soon as we get in the air ♪

♪ But I'm keeping the gun till I know that we're in the clear ♪

[click]

♪ You heard that? ♪

♪ That motherfucker around here somewhere ♪

♪ Give me that gat ♪ ♪ Should I speak to him? ♪

♪ I might could talk some sense in his head ♪

♪ Nah, we way past that, too much blood been shed ♪

♪ Now quiet ♪

♪ Okay ♪

♪ Follow me this way, we'll be out this hell hole ♪

♪ If we could make it to the plane ♪

♪ You outgunned ♪

♪ Oh, shit ♪

♪ Two to one ♪

♪ Come here, baby girl ♪

♪ You drop your gun ♪

♪ No, you drop your gun right now ♪

♪ Or I'm gonna blaze you ♪ Sis.

♪ I'm not going anywhere with you, I hate you ♪

♪ What lies did you tell her to turn her against me? ♪

♪ I'm not gonna rest until you're 6 feet deep ♪

♪ I think you're scared, that's why you're in the car so long ♪

♪ We're city officials, punk, we enforce the law ♪

♪ Punk? Look, why go in there and get shot to hell ♪

♪ When we can just play clean-up, man, and let them kill theyself? ♪

♪ Drop the gun right now, or I'm gonna kill your wife ♪

♪ You're gonna kill your own sister, nigga? ♪

♪ Fuck that bitch, I never liked her ♪

♪ Hey, yo, Stick ♪

♪ Phya ♪

♪ Watch out, son ♪

[Black Ike] ♪ Oh, shit ♪

♪ Where'd they come from? ♪

Aah!

[gunshot]

[squelch]

[both scream]

No. No! No!

[heart beating]

[EKG beeping]

♪ Heaven? I thought I got killed ♪

♪ I just had the craziest dream, and it felt so real ♪

♪ Dreamt you was the sister of my worst enemy ♪

♪ He tried to kill my brother, my cousin, my peoples and me ♪

♪ Everybody was dying, there was no one left ♪

♪ I remember trying to escape, it was life or death ♪

♪ They had police trying to kill me ♪

♪ We was on the run ♪

♪ And you, you was pregnant, having my son ♪

♪ Even O was in my dream, he tried to help us get away ♪

♪ At least I think it was him, I can't remember his face ♪

♪ He gave us fake passports to get us out of the States ♪

♪ But there was a shoot-out at the airport inside the gate ♪

♪ I thought I'd probably get popped 'cause of the price on my head ♪

♪ Or end up getting locked and doing life in the fed ♪

♪ Then I woke up just as I was dying ♪

♪ What's the matter, Ma? Why you crying? ♪

♪ It wasn't a dream ♪

♪ What? What do you mean? ♪

♪ Of course it was a dream ♪ ♪ No ♪

♪ I got hit point-blank with a sawed-off in the chest ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Either I be dead or I be bleeding to death ♪

♪ Look ♪

[gasping]

Oh, my God.

[Heaven crying] Oh, my God!

[coughing]

Somebody help!

Oh, God.

I'm right here, baby.

[wailing]

[sirens in distance]

[crying] No.

No!

[sirens approaching]

Oh, God. Oh, my God.

I'm right here, baby.

I'm right here, baby.

Stick.

No!

[gunshot]

[gun clatters]

♪♪♪ [hip hop]