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- Once again, once again.

- What?

Taking all ya'll nigga's money.

Ya'll nigga's don't stand a chance.

I'm pimpin' the shit out these dice nigga.

Matter of fact, well trained ho's?

They makin' that money for daddy.

Hope you brang enough with you.

Uh what?

I make this shit look so easy.

I'm makin' that money.

- Yo Kev, you comin' or what?

- Nah nigga.

I'll pass.

I'm gaining these niggas for all they got.

- Fuck you then.

- What's up Kalief?

What's wrong?

You ain't happy to see your daddy?

- Yes.

- Come here.

Show me some love.

What's up?

Give me the pound.

Pow, pow, pow.

Hey listen I'm gonna take Kalief to the park for a

little while.

- Don't have my son around those assholes

you call friends.

- You know what?

There you go.

Don't be talking to me like I don't know

how to raise my son.

- Where you been the past four years of his life?

Exactly my point.

- Come on Kalief.

Let's go.

- Look Dad I got a new video game.

Can we play later?

- Yeah definitely we could play this later.

- You know you late right?

- Nigga like you got somewhere you gotta be.

What's good baby?

- What it is.

Great to see you.

Good man I'll be a lot better when we get the fuck

out of here though.

- Let's keep it moving then.

Get the fuck out of here.

- Let's roll.

- So tell me nigga

what pussy was you in that made you so late man?

- Nah b wasn't no pussy man.

Had a late fucking night man.

Just dozed off.

What's good with you b?

How you hold up in there?

You a muzzle now?

- Nigga I was holding up aight.

I mean I could handle.

Did that time I ain't let it do me you feel me?

- Aight, aight.

Five years.

Damn what the fuck you do in that bitch man?

Musta went crazy huh?

Seems like you were just locked up yesterday.

Time going by like mother fucker.

- Nah my nigga it was five years for real.

I'm home now

and that's all that matters man.

I'm home.

- That's what it is man.

Welcome home man.

We about to do some big things out here.

- Let's get this money.

- What's up fellas?

Ya'll holding a gathering for the better core society today?

Yeah right right.

Hey yo you messing up Mr. Ming's business.

I done told you.

How's a man supposed to buy himself a loaf of bread

when you hooligans crowd the place 24/7?

For real, do something new for a change,

get a job, move.

Move man.

I ain't playing with you.

Walk!

- Been gone for a while now.

No surprise.

Take it a lot of change.

So we got on our hands here fellas?

- Ain't too much changed on the east side.

Same snitches, crack fiends, crooked cops, and hos

and oh yeah that green, lots of it.

This cad named Willa Downs running the whole east now.

I heard he got a short fuse.

Let's light that bitch up and watch him explode.

Yo I swear mother fuckers be real weak out on

the north side.

This little midget is running shit.

What the fuck?

I'm talking guns, drugs, prostitution.

He's catching bodies and this mother fucker needs

a booster seat to drive.

Thing is, as tiny as that nigga is,

his name hold weight.

This dude named Carlos, that's his right-hand man.

AKA Muscle from the North Side.

He paroled last year and shit.

The good news is his crew ain't that deep.

Couple of soldiers here and there.

Offing them shouldn't be a problem.

And this clown.

He definitely should be the easiest target.

So careless all the god damn time.

Look at him running his mouth

knowing god damn well somebody at that table

is a snitch but he can't see that.

Word out south is that Asbo's slippin'.

Slowly loosing his grip.

There's a lot of money out there to be made man.

This clown can't see that though.

His time is up

and that's when we come in.

- Look man.

This can't be dog.

I mean I'm gone for five years

and you mean to tell me I come back to find out

that my mother fucking city is getting run by

some fucking midget, a careless ass clown

and a god damn hot-headed mother fucker.

I mean what the fuck man.

Do me a favor and wake me up dog

because you can't be serious Dan.

What the fuck?

I mean talk to me man.

Is that it?

Talk niggas, I'm listening.

- You got that?

- Where you at?

Aight I'll be there in 20.

- You just gonna fuck me and leave like that?

- Look like we got some homework to do fellas.

I'm glad to be home.

- Run from me again and watch what happens.

- Get the fuck off me man.

- Spread your shit, spread your shit.

You think you're big time?

What you doing on my street man?

- I ain't doing shit man.

- Stop fucking moving.

Put your left hand behind your back right now.

- Hell no man.

- Hand behind your back or I'm gonna take that shit.

- Hell no.

- Don't fuck with me mother fucker.

- Man get the fuck off me yo.

- Oh shit what the?

Well, well, well.

What do we have here?

- Man that shit ain't mine yo.

- What is this?

You fucking lying to me?

Fucking bastard.

- Fuck out of here man.

- Another day on the force, huh officer?

- Damn she got a nice ass.

- Man fuck you crooked ass cop.

Get the fuck off me man.

Fucking bullshit man.

- Yeah right right.

Get in the fucking car.

- Who the fuck is that?

If ain't OG man back from the dead.

How you doin' baby?

- What's up baby?

How you?

- I'm good.

- Aight good.

- I see you still knocking on the door after all

these years.

You was my man you woulda been had a key to all this.

- Girl I see you ain't changed a bit huh?

Let me get up in this house before you get me in trouble

out here.

- You better with your fine ass self.

- Oh shit yo!

Look who they let loose on these streets.

- Yeah you know it baby.

What's happening?

God damn baby girl.

You grew up huh?

- You stupid yo.

Stop it, welcome home my nigga.

It's good to have you home.

- Oh man I'm glad to see you girl.

Shit it feel good to be home.

- It was good to have you home my nigga.

Damn you got big.

- Oh you know.

It ain't about nothing, ain't nothing to do in the pen

except eat and get big anyway.

Shit.

- Yo I am not trying to figure that out for myself

but you look good.

My nigga you sure you was locked up?

- I'm sure for about five god damn years.

- Yo you want something to drink?

You know I do what I can.

- I feel you.

- Oh shit.

Don't tell me you fucking with safes now.

You big dog status for real huh?

- No I ain't big yet.

- Shit word up.

- Nah here goes a little something to hold it down

until you on your feet.

- Oh man.

Check out my little homie.

Man giving me money and shit.

God damn girl.

A lot has changed.

- Oh please let's go.

- Yo mother fuckers busting off shots and everything,

bitches running like roaches.

- How many niggas they shoot son?

- Bitch the whole fucking club was shooting.

This one mother fucker got popped in his ass.

He all limping to the DJ booth.

This shit funny as hell man.

- I know it was business in there though.

- Bitches son I had this bitch ass like Serena.

I'm in the corner, I'm about to get my dick sucked

and everything.

- Get the fuck out of here.

- Pow, pow, pow.

This bitch duck and she take off.

I'm trying to put my belt back on.

I'm ducking and shit.

- I know you got her number.

- Yo bitch.

They was shooting.

What the fuck I supposed to chase this bitch?

Fuck that dirty ho man.

Yo but we gonna hit that spot up again.

You down?

- Hell yeah, that's my mother fucking kind of party man.

Nigga's shooting bitches and sucking dick.

Hell yeah man count me in.

- Oh you in.

Yo what about my boost?

- You got five?

- What the fuck you mean do I got five?

Yo this ain't no fucking drugstore man.

Get the fuck out of my face.

I'll fuck you up man.

Fuck wrong with her yo?

- These mother fuckers are crazy out here son.

- Early in the fucking morning man.

- My brother need a cheesesteak hoagie

and small order of fries to go man.

- Yo g man.

Niggas starving right now b.

- Yo chill out here for a minute dog.

Wait til she come out.

Yo.

Come here for a second.

Hold on a second sweetheart.

Yo.

All right then we about to come through.

See look sweetheart.

- Erica.

- Excuse me?

- The name is Erica.

The number is 555-1491.

All right then Miss Erica.

Gonna continue this conversation later on then.

- All right.

- Hey yo g man.

She look mad familiar mad.

I just don't know where I know her from though.

- Damn boy.

Never forget a body like that.

Shit!

Let's be out though man.

Kev got something for us.

- Listen easy money man.

You hear me?

My man want to get the street bitches

and ships them right over.

Get the chump change you feel me?

These bitches out here they aight d.

They make a decent profit but they hip to the game.

My man want to get the street bitches from

the Dominican Republic.

We hit 'em off with five g's,

put them bitches on the strip,

you make your money back in two weeks guaranteed.

You feel me?

Basically these bitches would do anything

not to get deported man.

Anything.

You can't ask for better employees than that.

All you gotta do is feed these bitches

and you know what?

It's a hundred percent profit in your pocket man.

Think about it man.

Think about it.

- Thinking don't mind.

Might be too much heat though.

Unnecessary attention

and we don't need to bring any extra attention

to the tent you feel me?

Man that human trafficking shit.

That's serious business right there.

I mean after 9/11, all eyes on immigration right now.

- No man.

Nah my man Juan's been doing this shit for a minute man.

Occasionally bitch'll get caught, get deported

but no traces lead back to us man.

None.

Feel me?

- Yeah no doubt.

Look man,

we're gonna politic more about that later though aight?

- The fuck you doin?

The fuck you doin man?

Don't you ever hand this man anything man.

Who told you could start handing shit over huh?

- My bad.

- You stupid?

You stupid?

Yeah he's stupid.

Get the fuck outta my car.

- Lil bastard.

- So how we lookin' man?

- Lookin' good man.

Lookin' real good.

- Yeah.

- Are you that busy that you can't even come see me?

Yeah business.

I know what kind of business you be handling.

You better make time to come see your little baby sis aight?

Bye.

Hello.

- Hey what you doin?

- Nothin' just chillin'.

- Was thinking maybe I could come through there.

- Come through to do what?

I'm not laughin'.

I'm serious.

Come through to do what?

- I'll guess we'll find out when I get there.

- Whatever you're not coming over.

I don't know you like that.

- Yeah well I plan on changing that.

- What makes you think I'm gonna go along with your plans?

- 'Cause you already have sweetheart.

Just don't know it yet.

I'ma holler at you though.

- Oh shit.

What up man?

- Nothin' man just chillin'.

- It's cool man.

I went to juvie with this nigga man.

What you doin' around here b?

- Nothin' man.

Tryin' to get this paper.

- Paper?

Man you steal cars for a living.

What the fuck you know

about making paper?

Oh word?

That's how you doin' it now?

- Yeah.

True that.

- Okay.

- How confident are you about this nigga?

- Shit I'm as confident as I could ever be.

Word up.

- Aight well tell me more about him then.

- Basically he's a young buck,

Lil Lev's delivery boy man.

He pick up the stash and drop it off.

Never at the same location though.

See how it works?

Lil Lev corner mark, he pick up the stash

and drop it off.

Same routine all the time.

- And you question his loyalty then right?

- Man I don't just question it.

I know this dude ain't loyal man.

I was in juvie with this nigga.

Snitch ass mo' fucker.

He ain't think I know but trust me,

he's one of them niggas that let the money make him.

He definitely don't make that guac man, I'm telling you.

- Aight well

before I green light this man,

do a little more research on that nigga.

- Oh you already know I got that man.

Me and Wes we gonna do this

'cause ain't nobody fuck with Kev man.

For real we got me on this one?

Hell yeah, I'm ready.

- Damn you walking up on me like that bitch?

Fuck is wrong with you?

Right this way.

Hold up, hold up, hold up.

I gotta be getting a cut up out of this

'cause I don't do a mother fuckin' thing free

'round this bitch.

Wait, wait, wait, hold up, hold up.

The fuck is wrong with you?

Just fuckin' wit you man.

Damn!

What you can't talk or something?

Shit I tell you what.

This mother fucker I'm about to take you to

is gonna give us enough shit to get rid of yo problems,

mine and half the mother fuckin' block.

I'm tellin' you.

You always gettin' more than what you pay for

with this mother fucker.

Gonna be higher than a mother fucker.

I'm talkin' about that route 55 type shit.

Fuck cloud nine.

Come on bitch.

- Be careful bitch.

I'm watching you.

Make sure you pack that shit right too.

- Shit look nigga.

You want to come over here and do this shit yourself?

You know what?

I ain't got time for your mouth

or your shit.

You got a bitch over here slaving over this cheap ass dope.

- Look I'm cooking!

Somebody gotta feed us.

Yo ass learn how to cook,

we would be all right.

- Well if your dumb ass knew how to fucking count

you wouldn't be so damn broke.

You know what?

You about the only hustler I know

who can't even fucking count.

What type of shit is that?

- Bitch you crazy.

I can count.

I know you about to have two black eyes in a minute

you don't shut the fuck up

and pack my shit.

- Yeah Asbo have you got that for me?

- Man what the fuck you want?

- Can we get some of that good shit?

- How much?

And I ain't got time for that chump change bullshit.

- Nah, nah.

Got some real money this time.

This shit right here, look at that.

20 more fucking dollars baby.

- Yo who the fuck is that?

And what's up with the silent treatment and shit?

- Oh that bitch?

Don't worry about her.

That bitch get like that from time to time

but once we hit some of that good shit

you got in there,

bitch gonna come to life.

I'm trying to get fucked up

so can you please hook a bitch up?

Baby you about to get fucked up bitch.

Thank you brother, bless you.

- Yeah whatever.

- Get fucked up.

That mother fucker hooked me up again.

Stupid bitches be giving this shit away.

Well thank you very much.

You about to go get high as a mother fucker.

Would you care to?

Bitch.

Fuck it, more for me.

- Aight.

- Hey yo what's good?

- Yeah I just got finished cooking some arroz con pollo.

I think you should come by and get you a plate.

- Aw shit.

I ain't had a home-cooked meal in a minute.

Hey do me a favor yo.

Put that plate to the side for me.

I'll be there at like nine pm sharp.

- Aight.

- Yo what it do shorty?

- No not much, entra.

You mind having a seat?

I gotta handle this bitch real quick.

Do you think I give a fuck about that nigga?

You show up late at my spot late with my money again

and I swear to God you will feel my wrath.

Nobody messes with my fucking money

especially some bitch.

Now get your shit and get the fuck out of here!

- Fuck you do to her?

- Man that ain't nothing.

Bitch fucking with my money.

You know I don't play them damn games.

- I feel you.

So what the business is?

- Yo you know that south side nigga?

- South side, Asbo.

- Yes that nigga right there.

Yo that nigga sloppy as hell.

- What you mean?

- Yo for one, his house and his crack spot

is the same place.

- Oh.

You mean to tell me this nigga is cooking,

sleeping and selling crack in one spot?

- Si.

- That's good news for the team right there.

- Yo plus I hear that that nigga ain't even smart enough

to be in the business.

Yo Gruve this nigga can't fucking count.

Yo to tell you I don't even know how to fuck he

running anything with that type of mentality.

- Yeah sloppy huh.

- Yo and besides all that bullshit,

yo this nigga let anybody come to his door

and get served.

- Okay.

That's it?

- Yeah pretty much.

- All right then baby girl.

Appreciate the info again.

About to be out.

Gonna handle something.

I don't want to be late.

- Late?

For what?

- Picking up Erica.

- Yo g, watch out for that broad yo.

There's just something about her that don't sit right

with me.

- Nice.

If I had known you was gonna look this good,

I woulda wore my finest shirt.

- What this old thing?

Besides you don't look bad.

I don't mind being seen with you.

- Wow.

If that's a compliment girl

I hate to hear your insults.

Besides what you looking all sexy and shit for?

Where you going?

- You taking me on a date.

- Date?

Nah baby.

Gruve don't do no dates.

- I bet there's a lot of things Gruve don't do.

Erica's just gonna have to change that.

- Oh is that right?

- You better believe it.

- I still don't do dates though.

Nah but for real,

got a couple hours before I gotta go handle this business

and shit.

Figured we'd go for a walk or something like that.

- You and I both know a walk is not what you had in mind.

- Yeah I did.

- Whatever.

So how come I never seen you around here before?

Where you been?

- I been away for a while.

- Away?

Like where?

Paris, France?

- Nah it was more like an island, like five years.

- Yeah that nigga Jason.

I don't like that pussy man.

- Oh an island.

Yeah I know that island.

- I don't know man.

When I see that nigga it's on.

Gonna fuck him up.

- I'm gonna have to choke his ass or something man.

- Choke him?

- Yeah I had a couple family members vacation

at that particular island.

- Oh we got jokes man.

- Five years though?

- Yeah.

- Dang that bitch got old!

- Did you see that?

- Hey yo what was that?

Hey yo, nah hold up baby.

Yo this lady wit me man.

You out here screaming shit like that man.

What the fuck?

Now you niggas need to do the right thing

and give the lady an apology.

- Man get the fuck out of here.

- Damn all that over a female?

- Get the fuck outta here.

- Aight.

- He's a funny dude.

- Yeah.

All right well meet me in five minutes.

- Thanks for the ice cream.

Maybe next time I get the lobster and shrimp?

- Lobster and shrimp huh?

- Yeah lobster and shrimp.

- Come here yo.

Save some for me nigga.

Hold up, hold up, hold up.

Yeah that's the nigga.

Yeah so my bitch got a fat ass right?

That's what she got?

Okay.

Nigga.

- Now you got a fat jaw nigga.

- Kool aid for yo mouth nigga.

My bitch got a fat ass.

- Yo man.

You got some problems.

Just talking to connect man,

talking about somebody bringing a lot of weight lately.

- How's that our problem?

- Man it's coming into the city.

- Lev?

- Nah man can't be Lev man.

Man I don't know who this mother fucker is.

I'ma find out though.

- Aight.

You go find out.

Quietly.

- I can feel this shit is all coming together now man.

- Yeah man.

Pascal's finally coming home too right?

- Yeah man that crazy ass nigga Pascal man.

Plus the timing couldn't be better.

Feel me?

I can hear it in that nigga voice,

he hungrier than a mother fucker.

Should be here any minute now.

- Word is Gruve is back on the street.

- Word is that nigga Pascal back on the street.

What's good my nigga?

- Pascal guns in hand nigga.

Who about to run this city?

- Nigga we is nigga.

- Yeah we about to take this shit off.

Make these niggas beg for mercy.

- Nigga who you think mother fucker?

- We about to fuck all these bitches,

the fat ones, the skinny ones, fuck it even the ugly bitch

can get some sausage.

- Yeah see now you on your own right there nigga.

- The city is ours baby!

- Man nigga these guys stealing mother fucking jobs.

You know what I mean?

How you doin' girlfriend?

Damn look like that.

I'm trying to introduce myself to you.

- And who the fuck are you?

- Hey yo could ya'll just please shut the fuck up

for once?

Damn working so hard to find

but anyway.

- So you got it like that around here huh?

You just shut niggas up like that?

- Exactly, exactly.

That's what I do man.

I'm Keith.

I run this whole east side shit from up the block,

down the block, don't even matter that's me.

Man so I try to tell you before.

- Is that right?

- Exactly know what I mean?

Matter of fact what are you doing right now?

- I ain't doing shit.

- Well shit then why don't you come take a ride with me?

Show you what a boss' life is like.

How about that?

- Lead the way.

- Aight.

- This lucky ass nigga man.

He think he the shit.

- Hey I'm fucking tonight.

- Get the fuck out of here nigga.

Stay trying to flaw in somebody else shit man.

- You just mad 'cause he got that shorty before you son.

Shut the fuck up.

- What you his bitch nigga?

Fuck outta here yo.

- So Keith where you taking me?

- Man I told you man.

I got some stuff that I gotta take care of.

After that, I take you wherever you want to go.

- Okay that's what's up.

- Girl I'm gonna be right back.

I'm gonna go in the store real quick aight.

You know what?

Don't touch anything in here.

- Fuck you nigga.

Don't be talking to me like that either.

- Damn man aight aight.

Well you know what?

Don't touch anything for real I'm gonna be right back.

- Okay.

- Miss me?

- Yeah right nigga.

Anyway answer me this.

- What's that?

- You walked in the store with a bag

and you came out with nothing.

What's up with that?

- I told you earlier man I'm Keith man.

I run this shit man.

The whole east side man.

You must not be listening man.

- Shit you look more like a delivery boy to me

'cause if I'm not mistaken,

that shit back there was a drop off.

- All right, all right you got me.

Me and my man Willa Downs we run this shit together man.

For real we both bosses,

that's what we do out here man.

- Really now?

- Really for real.

Oh you think I'm bullshitting huh?

Listen I tell you what.

You see that store I just went into?

- Yeah.

- That's where everything happens.

That's where it all goes down.

Why?

Because my man Willa Downs own that shit

and I told you before we own this whole shit.

Don't nothing come out here in these streets

until we get it from out that store.

Then from that store it goes straight to the chop shop.

- Chop shop?

- Yes the chop shop.

It's AKA crack house.

That's where everybody sit there and be bagging

and chopping shit up,

cooking it up, that's where it all happens.

Then from there we take one of my little niggas

from out here and that's when we sit up there

and flood the streets with this shit.

- Oh okay okay.

- What up Juice?

- Yo g what's up?

- I'm aight man.

So what's up with your man though?

We in there or what?

- Yeah dog I set that up for ya'll.

- Where?

- Shitty ass hotel on route one.

- All right no doubt.

I know where that's at.

- Aight.

- Good looking out baby.

- Aight.

- Well where the product?

Whoa, whoa.

What kind of business man you think I am?

Calm down Tony.

I got your money.

Whatever paison man.

Let's just handle this man.

You starting to make me nervous.

- It's nice doing business with you amichi.

- Oh so now we friends huh?

Whatever mother fucker.

Nice doing business with you too.

- Yo I gotta take this.

Yo what up?

- Damn it took you long enough to answer the phone.

- Yo is this call social or business?

- Damn it's like that?

You must got some dick over there or something.

- Stupid yo.

What you want?

- Yo I need some heat man

and not some old bullshit either.

Can you make that happen for me

and how soon?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah I got you, I got you g.

Yeah but yo give me like an hour all right?

Aight bye.

- Yo who you talking on the phone with?

And where do you think you're going right now?

- Look that's my business all right?

We gonna have to postpone our little session

until later tonight okay?

- Oh come on now.

You've been brushing me off all week.

- Yo get your hands off me.

Don't start with me right now.

Don't.

- Damn Molly you know I'm in love with you right?

You gotta stop playing.

Hook me up with some of your hos.

- Shut the fuck up.

- Fine as hell man.

- Hey baby girl.

You know the drill.

You next homeboy.

Come on.

- Baby girl.

It's been a long time.

How's everything?

- You know everything is everything.

- Good.

No need to waste time.

Let's get down to business.

Yeah you know what you're looking for young blood?

- Just a few of these nine's right here

and I'm good.

- Well what's a few?

- Need like eight.

- Eight.

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do,

since you came in with baby girl there

I'm gonna cut you a little slack aight?

You give me five and a half for eight of them nine's.

- Yeah well I guess it pays to know people

in high places huh?

- Yes it does.

Pays a lot to know me.

- I'll take that.

- Count that up and bag up them nine's in a bag.

So baby girl it's been a while.

How's business?

- Aw man business has been good.

My right hand partner's back,

business 'bout to be better than ever.

- I hope you know India spoke highly of you.

Any friend of hers is a friend of mine

and you should be seeing me again real soon

so you better stock up.

- Hey young blood.

You ain't gotta worry about me running out of guns.

Aight, you see as long as there's blood in them streets

to be spilled, I will always be in business.

Judging from the looks of things,

you about to do a lot of blood spilling

and it's always good for my business.

- It's all there.

- Good, young blood it's a pleasure doing business with you.

- Pleasure was all mine bro.

- Hey baby girl you take care now aight?

- Heard you put in some work last week yeah baby?

- Oh for sure.

Yo son we aced that nigga man.

- Ya'll did some work man.

Talking about my girl ass.

You let them licks fatter than her ass.

It ain't about nothin' nah.

But for real though,

shit we got from the Italian dude, official,

you feel what I'm saying?

And we need ya'll to do one thing.

Move that shit.

Move that shit, move that shit.

Okay we gonna need bodies,

we need cookers, smokers, dopers,

all that shit.

You feel what I'm saying?

We going to war for this one.

You feel me?

Hope ya'll niggas is ready?

I see your mind right.

This nigga mind right.

You ready to go huh?

Let's just get this paper man

and we straight.

Nigga you ready, ready to be rich nigga?

I'm trying to put in some real work.

That's what I'm talking about.

- Where's your manners?

You don't know how to knock?

- I ain't got no manners.

- Neither do I.

- Oh is that right?

- You know what I'm in the mood for?

Cheese fries.

- Cheese fries.

You ghetto as hell you know that?

- Whatever I ain't too cute to eat cheese fries.

Ain't nothing changed.

- Aight well just make it quick yo.

Got somewhere to be.

- You always gotta be somewhere.

Damn what's good?

Yeah man everything ready to go man.

I'll be there in a second.

Gettin' this greedy ass girl something to eat.

Aight fellas.

Now it's do or die time now man

so let's get it.

Let's make these mother fuckers feel the pressure man.

Look first.

- Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Damn this nigga ain't picking up the phone.

Yo g.

Yo I'm gonna see you at Charlie Brown's at five pm sharp

aight later.

Damn.

- you ain't goin' nowhere.

- Yo whatever Troy.

How about you mind your fucking business?

Matter of fact, how about you speak when you

mother fuckin' spoken to?

- India!

- Yo where did you get that from?

Why you in my room?

- This is my house.

I ask all the questions

and now where did this come from?

- Look it's mine all right

and it don't matter where it came from.

- What did you have to do to get that kind of money India?

Who did you have to sleep with?

- What?

Yo I didn't have to sleep with nobody

to get this money

and what I do with my body is none of your business aight?

- It is my business India!

You're my business.

I vowed to your parents that I would take care of you

should anything happen to them.

Now what's going on?

- You know what auntie?

You did keep your promise.

- You leave my house, you don't come back

until you can live by my rules!

No putita will be living under my roof!

- So what it do lil bit?

- Just doing good.

Just got a little problem.

- Well holla at me yo.

What's your problem?

- I mean it's nothing too major

but I just thought you should know that west side nigga,

he becoming real curious about this new cat in town

that's buying and distributing all over the city.

- Yeah so I take it I'm the new cat huh?

- Well I mean you becoming a threat to him.

What you pulling in 150 g's a week?

I mean what man wouldn't feel that loss?

- Aight.

Anything else?

- Nah just watch your back

and watch who you talk to.

I wouldn't be surprised if that nigga send somebody

after you.

Yo what the fuck are you doing?

Do you not see me in here conducting business?

Fucking dejame!

Go now!

- Oh shit.

Check out little baby girl huh.

You a boss now.

Girl I guess you came a long way

since Auntie Maria threw you out huh?

How she doing anyway yo?

Ya'll still talk?

- You know to be honest,

I couldn't even tell you how she's doing.

You know I haven't spoken to her since.

You know that day.

- Yeah well you know was a hardheaded little shit back then.

You couldn't tell you nothing.

- And as you can see I got some business

to take care of.

- I'll let you handle that.

- Aight.

- Hey.

Don't get nothing on you.

- I never do.

Yo holler if you need me.

- What's that mother fucker's name?

Grover?

Gruver?

So that's the nigga that's been making all this noise

around the city huh?

Should I be worried?

- Don't be worried about that nigga right now.

We need to be focused on

is taking on the four corners of the city.

We got enough heat

worrying about them other niggas,

Asbo, Lev and Downs.

Fuck that nigga man.

He ain't shit.

Nigga's small fry.

Keep an eye on the prize.

- Listen.

How long have you known me?

How long have you known me?

I didn't get to this position

without taking care of all problems.

I don't give a fuck if this nigga's making 10 dollars

in my city.

The nigga is making 10 dollars in my city.

Anybody who's caking in this town

is taking money out my mother fucking pockets.

Tell me

how in the fuck did we let a nigga like this

move so quickly in the city?

Rumor is he bringing 150 g's a week.

Is that considered a small fry?

Answer me nigga!

Is that considered a small fry?

How I see it.

Is that's 150 g's

out my mother fucking organization.

I can't let that slide.

So how I look at it is

Lil Lev is a fucking problem,

Asbo is a fucking problem,

Downs is a fucking problem

and whatever small time mother fucking coward

making a penny in my city is a fucking problem.

This makes Gruver a fucking problem

and you know me,

I love to solve problems.

Now get the fuck out my face.

Shit.

That nigga done fucked up my concentration.

- Yeah.

Yeah all right.

- What's good g?

- Yo let me hit you right back.

Ain't nothing my nigga.

Who your boy right here though?

- This my man Vic.

We go way back in the game.

I told him I'd bring him through.

Trying to get down with the team.

- Oh yeah?

And why's that?

- Well you know I heard you and Will was after

the same thing.

- So?

What the fuck that gotta do with you getting down with us?

- Anyway, me and Stan got some personal beef.

- So what's your personal beef got to do with me though?

- Let's just say enemy of my enemy is a friend of mind.

With me on the team we get this nigga up out of here asap.

- Look g, it's my man.

He legit.

Any bounty, mission, name it, he on it.

- Aight.

You tell me what kind of personal beef you got

with this nigga.

- Los do me a favor.

Ask that bitch to suck dick.

So what that bitch say?

- That bitch says she'll do anything for you

if the price is right.

- All right.

I like that.

Team player huh honey.

Quality ho you got there man.

- What I tell you man?

It's easy money.

Just test these bitches out in the city

for a few weeks, see how it goes

and we expand.

Put a few in Philly, put a few in Candid.

Fuck we'll start talking real paper Vegas.

- That's why you my man.

Like your train of thoughts man.

Gruver man.

He's starting to make some noise huh?

- Yeah that's the word.

- What it take him?

Four months?

It's impressive right there so

who's his connect?

He fucking with some Dominican cats

out in New York.

I wouldn't even really worry about that nigga man.

We got bigger plans anyways.

Feel me?

- Man it took me a minute to have all this.

Man this whole north side is ours man

and we gotta protect it by any means you feel me?

- I'm say I know Gruver got little niggas

scattered throughout the city here and there

but he ain't bringing in no major paper though.

Feel me?

I heard he still ain't even recovered from that time

he did up top man.

He ain't got no real soldiers.

Paper's weak man.

He don't hold no weight in the city no more.

I'd worry about that nigga Will

before I worry about Gruver.

- I hear that

but you know when a nigga's most dangerous man?

When he out for vengeance.

You see that nigga Will man,

he out for greed.

I worry about that nigga looking for vengeance first.

Look man,

stay alert.

We're on the team,

get more ammo if needed,

saying it's better to be safe than sorry

you feel me?

- I got this man.

- Aight.

- It's me man.

In the meantime let's just enjoy our little

business venture you feel me?

- No doubt man.

- Mami!

- Yo son this mother fucker Gruver's a pain

in my mother fucking ass dog.

Yo ever since this pussy got out

back on the block and shit,

yo our mother fucking money slow as hell.

He taking nigga food out our mouth yo.

Fuck that shit yo.

- You right, you right.

Word is this nigga been setting up shop

ever since man, ever since this nigga came out.

I'm talking about north, south, west,

this whole shit.

- I don't give a fuck where this nigga setting up at.

This is what I want you to do!

- What you want me to do?

- I want you to take some mother fuckers around here,

I want you to comb the neighborhood.

If you see a mother fucker that don't look familiar,

man blast his fucking ass, ask questions later dog.

Get the fuck out of here.

Go bitch go!

- I got four dollars.

Can you hook me up?

- Fuck, man give me that shit man.

Fuck outta here.

Fucking four dollars.

Some bullshit.

- Hey yo son come here for a minute man.

- What's good?

I got that two for five.

- Hey yo, ho, ho, who you work for man?

- Man what the fuck you need nigga?

I told you I got it.

- Hey where the fuck you two little niggas been man?

You missed your boy on the court today.

He was like ayo with that shit.

- We got a problem g.

- Problem nigga.

What kind of problem?

Somebody fucked up my money?

- Nah man even worse.

- Aight niggas well stop stalling then man.

Talk.

What's the problem?

- Tell him yo.

- Man some niggas came rolling through the hood,

sprayed the block up a couple times.

Damon and Marcus got hit.

They ain't make it.

- Dang my nigga Marcus.

You telling me them niggas is gone?

Who the fuck did this yo?

- Shit happened so fast,

couldn't really see it.

- I want everybody to get the fuck up off this porch man

and go find out who did this shit man.

Move niggas!

Fuck is ya'll looking at me for man.

Find out.

- Yo Asbo let's go!

- Strip club tonight.

Fuck away from this bitch.

- Don't be fucking coming in here after them bitches

done sucked your dick nigga.

- Whatever.

I'll be back.

Make sure your ass be here when I get back too.

- Yeah aight whatever.

- Man fuck you.

Man I'm outta here.

Fucking crazy man.

- Whatever I got your crazy nigga.

I got your crazy.

- Whatever, whatever.

Just be the fuck home.

- Broke ass nigga.

- Yes man.

Finally here.

- I know man let's do this.

- Man nigga stressing man.

I need a shorty with some fat ass titties man.

- Titties?

Man fuck that man.

I'm trying to see some fat asses man.

- I don't even give a fuck man.

As long as we out the crib I'm good.

Yeah it's me baby!

It's Asbo, the king of the strip club

with all my money sunny.

Hey come here shorty.

God damn why I ain't seen you in here before?

- Maybe 'cause you haven't been looking.

- Shit ain't no way in hell I miss that fine ass.

God damn!

- Started last week.

- Fresh meat huh?

- More like thick meat.

- Yes that's what I'm talking about.

God damn!

Twerk that shit shorty.

Damn!

Shit mm.

- Time's up.

- No, no time can't be up.

Time can't be up.

- Oh big baller huh?

- Look sweetheart,

let me know what time you get out of here.

I'll come back, get you, we can go somewhere.

- Go somewhere?

- Sound good?

- Yeah sounds good.

- Aight make that money.

God damn.

Get that fucking money.

Cinnamon, cinnamon, cinnamon!

Woo!

- Why don't you throw something on real quick yo.

I got a little time.

I'm gonna come get you.

- What?

What makes you think I got time?

- Look man stop playing aight?

I'll be there in 15 minutes.

We can do that deed now.

- I'm supposed to just be ready whenever you got time?

- Wear something sexy.

- Yo I talked to Kev.

He said everything a go.

He's just pretty much waiting to see what you got to say.

- Make it happen.

- Can I ask you a serious question?

- Of course you can baby, ask me.

- What is this?

- What you mean, what's this?

- This?

What is this?

- What you mean what is this?

This is a car.

We both in it.

- Don't play stupid.

You know what I mean.

What is this?

You're always on the streets.

I hardly ever see you and when I do,

all you want to do is fuck.

I gotta ask you a serious question.

- Go ahead.

- Are you fucking other bitches?

- Oh come on now.

Go ahead with that shit.

- Don't lie to me.

I know you got other little ho's chasing you around.

Little hood rats 'cause you got a little paper and shit

but that's all they are Gruver is ho's

and don't forget who's been with you since you were broke.

- Broke?

I was never broke baby.

Just temporarily out of funds for a minute

but never was I broke.

- Gruver I'm serious.

You better not be fucking other bitches.

- Come on now.

Ask yourself this yo.

Why would I be out here fucking hood rats

when I got a sexy thing like yourself sitting next to me?

- I don't know.

I just be hearing stuff.

- Yeah well fuck what you're hearing.

It's what I'm telling you.

- Actions speak louder than words.

I just don't feel like you care about me.

Like we was something more before you had all this.

I don't know.

Maybe I'm paranoid.

But I just, I've never felt like this about anybody before.

I just don't want to get hurt that's all.

- Listen, you don't gotta worry about all that aight?

- Whatever.

- Hey come here yo.

- That still don't make up for my lobster and shrimp

you know that right?

- Aight here go this nigga right here.

Yo.

Where the fuck you at you retarded little nigga?

Uh huh.

Aight don't move man.

Aight.

Yo make this left right here man.

Man hurry the fuck up and make this left.

I swear man,

fucking foot soldiers yo.

We need to make a mother fucking how to hustle book

for dummies yo.

These mother fucker was supposed to meet me

a half hour ago man.

Tell me meet him the fuck over here.

It's fucking crazy yo.

Look out for this nigga.

Okay there go our little nigga right there.

Come on man pull up, pull up.

Yo you don't know how to tell time do you?

Next time I tell your ass to meet me somewhere

you better be there 10 minutes early you feel me?

Do you feel me?

- Yeah I feel you.

- You dumb ass mother fucker.

- Full house.

- Come here.

How many keys did you lose?

Why you look so nervous homie?

Talk to me.

- I swear Will we tried to save everything we could

but while we was bagging up,

Jake came running through the door.

- Where's the look outs at?

- I don't know.

I had like two on each corner.

There's no way Jake made it through the door that quick.

- Wait, wait hold up.

You're confusing me.

Look at me!

Now talk to me.

You had two look outs on each corner

and you don't know what happened to them

and now I'm out 50 g's?

That was your block.

All you.

You couldn't handle one fucking block?

You let the mother fucking boys raid my spot

and take my shit?

- I didn't let them run up in your spot.

They came in there and took it.

I mean I even tried grab some of it before I left

but I couldn't.

Half the team got knocked, I had to get away.

- You had to get away?

You had to?

Do you hear this nigga?

Mother fucker I don't give a fuck.

My shit is gone.

I'm out g's

and your bitch ass telling me you had to get away?

- My bad Will.

- Nigga damn right your bad.

Where's my mother fucking?

I asked you a question nigga.

- Man chill man.

- Where's my mother fucking coke at?

Answer me nigga!

Answer me!

Gonna let the cops raid my mother fucking shit nigga.

You know better than to lose my shit next time.

- You know they got Lev last night man?

Brains splattered.

- Putting in his work.

- I know right.

- We still got it done that's all that matters.

- I'm about to bounce man.

Too hot up in this block for real.

- Fuck you little niggas doing out here?

You know where you at?

- Bitch I own the east side!

Fuck trying to take my money?

What the fuck is wrong with this nigga?

He got the right fucking one today.

Some bullshit man.

Who the fuck is it?

Man what the fuck man.

Niggas knocking on the fucking door

like police or something.

Yo listen the fuck up yo.

This shit about to get hectic out here.

Yo fuck that nigga Gruver.

He ain't bringing that shit over here to the east.

Yo ya'll nigga's packing?

- You already know.

- Yo ya'll mother fucker's gotta stay strapped all the

fucking time.

This shit about to get hectic out here.

This mother fucker tried to come and take our fucking money.

Fuck that shit!

- Yo man why we waiting for this nigga come get us man?

Why don't we just go get this nigga man?

Man for real dog.

For real.

- Mother fucker do you run this shit?

Fuck no!

I run this shit!

Spoke when spoken to mother fucker!

The fuck is wrong with ya'll?

Let's go, get the fuck out here!

- Got something for that mother fuck man.

- Hurry the fuck up!

- Hey what's up baby?

Yeah I got a surprise for you.

Yeah I'ma just pick up a few things.

I'ma be over there in a bit aight?

Aight.

- Excuse me.

Sweetheart you got a minute?

- No and who are you?

- Who am I?

That's who I be right here aight.

Relax I ain't trying to holler at you.

I want to talk to you a little bit okay?

You shouldn't be walking alone on these streets nowadays.

These streets are dangerous.

Now listen to me, I want to talk to you about your boyfriend

Dwight better known as Gruver.

He's been busy, hasn't he?

Yeah, yeah.

I see he keeps you dressed in all the finest things.

So remind me, what does he do for a living again?

- Look can I help you?

'Cause I gotta go.

- Here's the man.

Here's the man.

Dwight how the hell are you man?

How you been?

It's been a long time man.

Long time.

So how you been man?

You looking good.

Business must be booming right?

- It's all right.

- Yeah, yeah.

All right looking dapper and shit man.

Yo hope you don't mind, me and your girl

we was just making that small talk you know.

- Small talk.

- Right, right.

- Girl yeah.

- Actually I was talking to her about

how she should be careful on these streets nowadays.

Streets are dangerous.

You know?

Not from guys like you walking around with shopping bags

but there's a lot of murders going on here.

Man I've been hearing this shit you know?

- Murders?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Well I haven't heard anything about any murders detective.

- I bet you haven't.

It's all right.

I'm gonna tell you what dog,

I'm gonna talk to you.

I'm gonna see you real soon.

- See you.

- All right.

- The fuck was that about?

- Gruver I need you to stop.

I need you to stop this lifestyle that you living.

- What lifestyle?

- Don't play stupid with me.

You know what I'm talking about.

The guns, the drugs, all the killings and shit.

- You let that dirty ass cop fuck with your head.

- This don't got nothing to do with the cop.

I see it.

I see you running the streets with your friends,

killing each other.

Wasn't five years in prison enough?

Man I can't take this.

I can't have my boyfriend dead in the streets

or locked behind bars for the rest of his life.

- Look baby listen all right.

Ain't nobody gonna die and ain't nobody going to jail.

Stop listening to that bullshit cop.

He trying to fuck with your head.

- Stop it.

I told you that cop don't got nothing to do with this.

I'm not blind.

- You know what?

You really starting to get on my fucking nerves

with this bullshit man.

I mean you know what the fuck I was when you met me

so don't come at me with this sad song shit.

I'm a mother fucking hustler baby.

That's who I am.

That's who I'm always going to be.

So just deal with that.

- You're not the first hustler

and you definitely not gonna be the last.

All you gonna be is a dead nigga.

- Are you out of your rabbit ass?

- Are you gonna hit me?

Go ahead hustler.

Fucking hit me.

- The fuck out my way.

- I've seen it too many times Gruver.

My own brother.

His life almost flashed before my eyes

because he was a hustler.

But he was lucky.

I'm just afraid when the time comes

you not gonna be so lucky.

- It's crunch time.

We both going after the same prize.

Can't let it go down like this.

Everyday he's getting closer and closer

to that prize.

My prize.

You know I can't let that happen.

- Yeah I know man.

Man ever since they took out Lev and Asbo,

that nigga's been having a lot of activity over there man.

Nigga's been getting a lot of money too.

Fuck that.

You know we gotta make a statement fast.

Let these niggas know that prize ain't easy to get man.

Shit not as long as we still running this city.

- It's time we show these niggas who really holds weight

in this city.

Play time's over.

Let's put the full coil pressure on these mother fuckers.

- Man that's what I'm talking about man.

Let's go get this nigga man.

- There he go right here!

- Put that fucking gun down.

Put the fucking gun down.

Slow bitch.

Turn around.

Go hug that wall bitch.

Hug that fucking wall.

- Man fuck man.

- Don't you fucking move.

Kiss the wall, kiss the fucking wall.

I ain't playing with you.

Give me your hand.

- What the fuck man.

It's some bullshit yo.

Mother fuckers shooting at me.

The fuck I'm getting locked up for?

- Shut the fuck up!

Shut up!

- Man I'm bleeding and shit man.

It's some fucking bullshit yo.

Fuck off me man.

- Aight I'll get off you.

- Bitch ass nigga yo.

- Shut the fuck up.

Get your fucking ass in the fucking car.

Put your feet in.

- Yo it was Real's crew.

Had to be.

I mean who's crazy enough to fuck with Downs

besides us?

- And you saw Downs get popped?

- I mean from where I was standing,

I seen them take off and shit.

His peoples got hit though.

- India's people told me they got the whole block

shut down, police, barricades, all that good shit son.

- Look whoever took Downs out can't make no moves

out east anyway.

That's on fire right now.

- Yo what the fuck do we know about this nigga Will

besides he from out of town man?

- I told you what I know.

- I mean out of all the mother fuckers we got on the street,

ain't nobody heard nothing?

Nobody seeing shit?

Who the fuck is this nigga?

The invisible man or something?

Hey what you got for me yo?

- I heard your boy be on Johnny Street.

Yeah he real good at playing ceelo.

- That's what the fuck I'm talking about.

Somebody with some fucking info you feel me.

Hey yo I'm gonna get right back at you.

- Yo I need ya'll to handle something for me.

This nigga Will want to play hard ball.

We gonna bring that shit right to him.

- Yo let me tell you about the freakiest bitch

I ever had my nigga.

Yo tell me how I was chillin' in bed one day right,

finished busting my nut and all that,

next thing you know the bitch grabbed my toes nigga

and started sucking them shits b.

Yo man you seen my toes?

Come on man I just finished playing ball and all that yo.

- I've seen your feet.

They're crusty as hell.

You're too young for your shit to look like that too.

- Yeah but anyway man you know how I do

fuck that shit b.

That's the dirty bitch.

I'm saying she sucking on my toe jams and all that.

I'm like should I tell her stop.

I didn't want to hurt her feelings

but it was some freaky.

I let her do her.

Fuck it.

- Cut her off after that?

- Hell no.

You never know if you need a toe job from that broad again.

Shit that shit did feel good man.

- Crazy.

- As long as I don't kiss her,

shit I'm good.

But if you ever meet her though,

I don't suggest you want to set any straws with that bitch.

- Aight.

- For real man.

- That's definitely what it is man.

Italian dude he's slacking up on this shit man.

- I don't like that guinea wop mother fucker.

- Come my nig.

Fuck.

- What the fuck happened man?

Talk to me niggas man.

What happened?

What the fuck was ya'll doing?

- They just came from,

they was from behind.

- Come on man.

That's bullshit.

Look at this nigga man.

- Oh shit.

- You know what I'm saying it was some freaky shit.

So I let her do her.

Fuck it.

If you ever meet her though,

I don't suggest you want to set any straws with that bitch.

- Aight.

- Go, go, go, go!

- Shit.

- Oh they fucking got me!

- Don't die man.

You good, don't die.

Chill out!

We good man!

- Oh shit!

- We good, we good!

- Oh man!

- Don't die on me!

- Oh shit.

They got me damn.

It hurts b.

- You aight man.

You aight.

- Look at all this blood b.

Oo shit.

- Yo I hit one of them niggas man.

- Don't fucking die on me Kev.

- Don't take me to the hospital.

- Don't die on me Kev.

- Get him in the kitchen!

- Fuck yo.

- Oh damn this shit hurts man.

- Damn nigga.

- Yo I never been shot before b.

- You're losing a lot of mother fucking blood homie.

- This shit hurts.

- God b.

God damn homie.

- Yo what the fuck?

- Hey yo man ya'll niggas get on.

Make that fucking call man.

Come on niggas hurry up!

Man make sure my little homie all right man.

Ya'll niggas hurry the fuck up man!

Make sure nothing gonna happen to me homie man.

I'll be back.

- Yo call them niggas b.

- Yo I'm about to go put some flowers on Bob grave.

Need you to come with me.

- Yo, yo.

Yo, yo, yo, yo what the fuck!

- Oh man this shit is crazy right here.

This nigga really want to go to war.

- Yo what the fuck is wrong with you g?

Here I am ready to relieve some juice

off that cop ass nigga,

we see Rick coming out the house.

I got my shit cocked loaded and ready to pop

and you pull the fuck off.

The fuck is wrong with you?

- Fuck that shorty.

- Will had cops coming out his mother fucking spot.

You know what that mean?

That mean he got pigs on the fucking payroll.

Before I hit this nigga,

I gotta think this shit more through.

- Yo I hear what you saying

but how the fuck we know it's cops?

How do we know it's not just Rick's crooked ass?

That gringo's too fucking greedy to share.

- Yeah how the fuck you know that?

- Because that nigga steals pussy from my bitches

every fucking day.

- Oh shit.

- Fucking niggas gonna pay yo.

- Fuck yo this shit is fucking killing me man.

- Hey yo you good, you gonna live.

Hey guess what man?

Niggas is dead man walking.

- Look just hang tight.

I'm gonna call you in like an hour all right?

- Man aight.

- Look shorty just be careful.

- Yo you don't have to worry about me.

I'ma be aight.

- You take care now.

- Be safe.

Where the fuck is Pascal at?

- I don't know.

- Damn b.

Shit.

I ain't never got shot before b.

You know what I'm saying?

I seen niggas get shot

and I heard how fucking hot the slug get

but I ain't think the nigga gonna experience

it firsthand.

Shit I'm aight though.

I'm alive right?

- You a lucky dude man.

God was on your side b.

- How that shoulder holding up man?

- I mean it's aight.

If you ask me though,

ain't gonna stop our plans.

Fuck that.

The mother fuckers fucked up.

- Man fucked up ain't the word man.

They got my nigga in the fucking bra.

They took it to a whole nother level.

You feel me it's head shot season

but look if we gonna do something,

we gotta do it now.

Don't give them niggas no time to get ready.

You feel me?

- We gonna handle it.

You can trust me on that one.

- Don't be banging on my door like that.

I got a doorbell.

Use it.

- Something smells good.

What you cooking me?

- What you finally got time to see me?

- You know I gotta make time to come see my little sis.

- Yeah right.

You must want something.

- How's mommy doing?

- Why don't you call her and see?

- You know that woman hates me.

- That is not true.

She asks about you all the time.

How's Will?

What's Will up to?

Is Will still running the streets?

- And what you be telling her?

- What do you mean, what do I be telling her?

- I tell her the truth.

- And what's that I wonder?

- That you wake up bright and early every morning,

put on your shirt and your tie,

help a couple old ladies cross the street

and you even have time for church on Sunday morning.

- Funny.

You need to stop feeding that woman lies about me.

- Mommy not stupid Will.

She knows what you're into.

She just doesn't want to believe it.

- Look want you to give her this for me.

I know she needs it.

- She needs it

but she not gonna take it.

- Just tell her it's from you.

- And what am I supposed to tell her

when she asks me how I got that kind of money

working at the DMV?

- I don't care.

Look just give it to her.

A little bit over time.

Aight?

Can you do that?

- Will.

You should go see her.

You know she wants to see you.

- I need you to handle something for me.

- Yo just say it and it's handled.

- All right I'll be there in a half hour.

- What's going on?

Why is this clown Gruver still a problem?

- Yo I'm gonna handle it man.

- Are you sure about that?

- Yeah I'm sure about that.

Okay.

Down's out of the picture ain't he?

Now I'm doing all I can to help your ass out

and make shit look legit at the same damn time.

You ain't making it easy on a brother,

you blowing mother fucker's heads off in the

middle of the streets having shoot outs

in broad daylight.

I'm still a police officer god damnit.

Yo give me time okay.

Give me time.

I got Downs, I'm gonna get Gruver next.

- Downs is only out of the picture

because he was careless.

Had nothing to do with you.

Nothing my niggas couldn't have handled.

I'm a patient man

who's growing impatient day by day.

I'm cool now,

real cool.

You don't want me to lose my cool

detective.

- Yeah man.

Fuck me man.

Lose my cool man.

- Yo meet me at the spot.

It's time we play a little game of chess

with these niggas.

- Now that's what the fuck I'm talking about.

We need to stop playing with these silly young boys

and start showing them who's running this bitch.

- Yeah I thought you'd like that.

See you in a few.

- What the fuck do you want?

What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?

I'm walking.

Bitch I don't know.

Who's a ho?

I ain't a ho.

What the fuck.

You gonna arrest me?

- Get the fuck in the car.

- This is some bullshit.

- Hey fuck face.

The fuck you doing?

You stupid?

Get the fuck out of here.

What the fuck?

- I hope this don't take long

'cause every minute I'm in here sucking your dick

is money I'm losing.

- Get the fuck in the house.

- Yeah give me that mother fucking shit nigga.

The fuck is you doing in my city nigga?

Answer me mother fucker.

This my shit you feel me?

The fuck is you doing in my city man?

You see these mother fuckers?

See your bitch back there?

That's what happens to mother fuckers

when they fuck with Grue.

- Yo Gruve.

Yo we gotta go Gruve.

Gruve we gotta go.

- Now get on your knees.

Get on your mother fucking knees nigga.

- Get the fuck down.

- Beg for your life.

Beg for that shit

- Look at your ass now mother fucker.

- Fuck over here.

- Oh my God.

- What the fuck?

- Oh my God.

What's going on?

- What's up Gruve?

- I just came to see my brother.

Will are you okay?

- Don't worry about me baby girl.

I'm good.

- Gruver well.

- Sup Gruve?

- What is this?

What are you doing?

- Brother?

- Gruver, Will, what's going on?

Don't do this.

God no.

- Oh my God!

Will, Will!

Will, Will, don't die!

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

Will!

- Yo G, yo G, we gotta go.

- Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

- How's the head?

- We gotta go.

She can't live.