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The music game
could put us up on connects

up on the other side.

And imagine
what an artist like Purdy,

with our resources,
could do to 'em.

Fuck it.
Let's start a record label.

Trell.
Purdy's producer and label.

Shit. I'm her everything.
Who y'all supposed to be?

You know, you ask
a lot of questions

for someone who hasn't given me
their name.

- Big Meech.
- Maria.

I want to take someone out
on a date.

Her name is Ceci.

Met her at Terry's restaurant
and just wanted to let you know.

- Now I know.
- Ms. Lucille, I was wondering

if the church wouldn't mind
helping out

- with Vee's next surgery.
- I can talk to the board

and see if we can pull something
from the benevolent fund.

We both got something to prove.

And we both got families
to provide for.

So I'm back in.

You're back to doing
whatever the fuck I tell you to.

That don't look like
oatmeal to me.

No, but it is a Pop-Tart-
and-peanut-butter sandwich.

- Oh, fuck.
- Vince.

How you been holding up
since Boom got knocked?

I'm a big girl.
I'll be fine.

Is Isaac Roberts still holding
any of your chips?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

And I see that Isaac is sitting
right here.

Oh, shit.
This is a fucking sting.

Come on, Terry.
We got to go.

You and Isaac trying to
set me up, huh?

I don't know what happened.

And I could've been arrested, too.

- This was my deal.
- Plane fly to St. Louis.

I thought St. Louis
was just a one-time thing.

Ooh! Shit.
Boy, you ain't lying.

Your baby bro is going
to the big leagues.

Carter!

What about my boy's
baseball dreams?

Are you the one that brought
my baby back to me?

- Yes, ma'am.
- You family for life now, Meech.

Tú trust...

Pusha? Yeah, man.
He got my back.

And I got my people from the D
coming to get their share,

so our shit better be ready.

There's only a few keys left,

but you're welcome to take
whatever you want.

Look. I'm telling you
right now, Meech.

That motherfucker's a snake.

Agua.
¿Dónde está el agua?

Aquí. Aquí está.

Oh, thank God.

Damn!
I was thirsty.

Let's grab
some more water and chips.

Yo, grab
all the snacks you can.

Demetri, policía !

What the fuck is he doing?

Meech, we ain't even strapped.

Cuidado!

- Suelta el arma!
- No lo-

Te lindo...
federales estupidos.

Baila.

- !
- Baila!

You really are fuckin' loco.

Ven Demetri.

Your turn.

No!

Yo, Meech.
Meech, come on, bro.

What the fuck?
That's unnecessary.

Let's get out of here
before more cops come.

Power is the most intoxicating

and corruptible shit
on the planet.

You got to know when to flex it
to come out on top

or you'll end up hurting
the wrong people.

The ranch isn't far.

♪ I got everything on the line ♪

♪ Out here I'm on the grind,
tryna get mine ♪

♪ At least you could
wish me luck ♪

♪ A nigga movin' weight,
tryna get the cake ♪

♪ I'm in and out of state ♪

♪ At least you could
wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many niggas fake,
it's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip
and I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could
wish me luck ♪

♪ I don't go hand to hand ,
it go gram after gram ♪

♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪

♪ At least you could
wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many niggas fake,
it's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip
and I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could
wish me luck ♪

♪ [50 Cent] The D's ain't that
good, these niggas is rattin' ♪

♪ They tell 'em
what's goin' on ♪

♪ That's how they know
what's happenin' ♪

♪ I'm ridin' with the top
down, trunk full of yola ♪

♪ Ghetto pharmaceutical,
I move that Coca-Cola ♪

♪ Thousand grams of pure though,
I fuck with the weirdos ♪

♪ They snort away the pain,
bang the dope in their vein ♪

♪ Shorty crying,
Christmas ain't coming ♪

♪ Her pops locked up
when it hurts the worst ♪

♪ Your ace find out
she knocked up ♪

♪ Welfare ain't an option
when the Feds come knocking ♪

♪ It's all fucked up,
so wish me luck ♪

♪ A nigga movin' weight,
tryna get the cake ♪

♪ I'm in and out of state ♪

♪ At least you could
wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many niggas fake,
it's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip
and I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could
wish me luck ♪

♪ I don't go hand to hand,
it go gram after gram ♪

♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪

♪ At least you could
wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many niggas fake,
it's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip
and I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could
wish me luck ♪

♪ At least you could
wish me luck ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, wish me luck ♪

♪ All you got to do
is wish me luck, yeah ♪

You see, Purdy?

Duffy got top of the line
on everything.

I'm telling you.

You can have all the free
studio time you want.

- Quit playing.
- We not.

Me and my brother,
we starting our own label.

And you gonna be
the first artist we sign.

Hold up.

That why you gave me the cars
for my video?

Hell, nah. See, look.
You got a real story to tell.

Rising above a system that's
designed to hold you down

and still being able to achieve
your dreams.

That shit is relatable as fuck.

Never thought of it like that.

You know why?

'Cause that motherfucker Trell

don't let you think
for your damn self.

Yeah, that's just
how the music biz works.

Hell nah, it don't.
Especially not at our label.

I've been telling Trell
for months that I want to rap.

He just keeps wanting me to be
his R&B princess.

We want to rebrand you into
the artist that you want to be.

How you gonna do that?

Me and my brother,
we got a real business vision.

And we real hustlers.

We what you call
product specialists.

We know how to create the demand
and supply it.

I'm already in demand.

- I got a top-ten hit.
- Only as an R&B artist, though.

We want to help you get
that hip-hop look that you need,

supply you with all the jewelry
and the clothes.

This is a lot to think about.

I got a contract with old boy.

So what?
We could figure that shit out.

Can you get me
into the Source Awards?

Trell won't let me go.

He said it's a hip-hop show

and there's no place
for an R&B artist.

I got to go
to St. Louis on business.

But when I get back,
I'ma fly you out

and I'ma put you up
in a nice hotel.

Hey, Purdy.
Meech a man of his word.

All right?
Trust me.

If you backing me,
who's fronting you?

A lot of fools out here,
they rap about the streets,

but they never been off
the porch.

I'm the real deal.

You talk a good game.

I got to see that shit
to believe it.

Oh, you'll see.

How's the new pastor job going?

Girl, I have to admit,
it's- it's not easy.

I'm counseling all these people

with all these financial
problems, and I have the same.

There's property taxes, bills,

putting food on the table,
Nicole's room and board.

I thought Nicole got
a scholarship.

She did,
but they only pay for tuition,

not- not room and board.

And now she just started a job
over at- at Terry's restaurant.

But even that's not enough.

And you know we not accepting
money from Meechie and Terry,

so...

Save yourself
some of that stress, cuz,

- and file for welfare.
- I can't even do that

because Charles still lives
in the house.

Uncle Sam got a lot of secrets.

You can keep this one.

I'm a pastor,
and I mean, I...

I mean, that would be dishonest.

See, that's your problem.

Your motherfuckin' ass
is too honest.

Estelle!

You're lucky we ain't
in the house of the Lord.

Well, we are in the house
of Lucille,

so I'ma say whatever I want.

I see you falling in love
with that fur Meechie got me.

I'ma sell it at the pawn shop.

What the hell is wrong with you?

It's beautiful!

You have use for this.

Now, what you don't have
use for...

is that wedding ring
you ain't wearing no more.

- Sell that shit.
- You know what?

Mm-hmm.

- You right.
- Mm-hmm.

And see, Charles' ass is
right up there with Uncle Sam.

They both ain't got to
know shit.

- Girl, give me that coat!
- Give me this coat.

- You wanted to see me?
- Oh. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Nigga, did I say
you could sit down?

What's all this about?

We're gonna
work together again, right?

I got to go to St. Louis,

but I got to make sure
I can trust you first.

You ain't got no reason
not to trust me.

Then take off all your shit.
All of it.

What?

Got to make sure
you clean, boy.

Man, y'all on some bullshit.

I thought you wanted money

for your little daughter's
surgery, no?

- I do.
- Okay.

And I ain't got no reason
to hide.

What you wanted, right?

Cleaner than a baby off baptism.

What's this?

Fucking hospital bracelet, dumbass.

All right. Look.

I need you and Hoop
to keep eyes on someone for me.

I'm questioning their loyalty,
and I need answers.

We got you.
Who is it?

Watch this.
I'ma beat my record.

Damn, Bryant.
What the fuck is this, man?

You messed me up!

This is the guy

who bought the stolen Honda
in Atlanta.

Goes by the alias of Don Genco.

This motherfucker is also wanted
in Detroit for murder.

Yeah. I remember him.

We had a couple run-ins
with him.

Shit, we beat his ass and kicked
him loose for shits and giggles.

Yeah. Well, I need
his government name.

Get some braces on him,
make him sing on Meech

in exchange
for a lighter sentence.

I'll tell you like this.

Guys like Genco in Atlanta,

they like to spend they money
in the strip club.

You should probably start there.

- You coming?
- No, man. No can do.

Too many people know me.

They see me coming,

they gonna be running
like Mike Johnson and FloJo.

This one's on you, champ.
Be safe out there, man.

Let's go, baby.

So how are things at the salon?

I quit.

- Wait. What? You for real?
- Yeah.

You know, when you a stylist,
you also got to be a therapist.

And I got tired of them girls

dumping all they problems
on me.

They don't pay me enough
for that shit.

Yeah, but you-
you always been a good listener.

You been
a great problem solver.

I know, but life's too short
to spend your energy

on the wrong shit, you know?

Yeah, I hear you on that.
So what now?

Does this mean that you gonna
be at home full time now?

Uncle Troy pulled some strings
and got me a job at City Hall.

I mean, it- it's different,
but...

I'll see where it'll take
me.

Oh, shit.
I'm proud of you.

And our family.

- Thanks, Tee.
- Well...

You know, I've been, uh,

I've been thinking a lot
about us.

And you're one of
the only people in this world

who truly had my back,
and that's loyal.

If you looking to get
the panties dropping,

then you got another thing
coming.

- I'm...
- Wanda. Wanda.

- Mnh-mnh.
- Come on. Chill.

That's not my intentions at all.

It's just not many people in
this world have my back, truly.

You know I always got you.

I mean, you are the father
of our babies, so...

You know, some people think
that hustling is a career.

But it ain't.
Meech ass does.

That's why he thinks he's the...

Black Pablo Escobar
or some shit.

But I don't.

What, you want to get out
the game now?

Eventually?
Yeah, I do.

And right now I need to make

and clean as much money
as I possibly can

so I can get the fuck out later.

All I ever wanted
was for you to be safe,

you know, so these kids could...
could know you

and you could watch them grow.

And I want the same thing.

That's why I need your help.

Uh, help doing what?

Damn, Tee.

I need you to start
holding this for me.

- Can you do that for me?
- No.

I'll do it for us.

For our family.

Welcome to St. Louis, Loco.

The doors are bueno
for coming in, coming out.

Sí. Sí. He's coming here.

Muy bien.
Muy bien.

And you feel good about this?

I feel great.

- Let there be light.
- Ooh!

This has enough room
for all the cars

to be outfitted to move the work
to the stash houses.

We- we can't have
any more problemas.

- No problema. I got you.
- Okay. Okay.

- I'll meet up with him later.
- I'll go with you.

No, no, no, no, no.

Loco, I don't want you exposed
like that yet, man.

Since this move come with a cost
for Loco,

he want to meet Pusha.

I go with you,
and I listen, and I watch.

All right. I'll hit you
with the spot later on.

Can I get a warm-up, please?

You don't got to hide, Pops.

All I'm saying
is I want you to be happy.

Thank you.
I appreciate that.

And whatever you do,
don't break his heart.

Let me head off to work.

I, uh, made us a reservation
at a nice spot.

Can I pick you up at, um, 7:30?

Can't wait.

Okay.
What can I get for you?

I'm looking right at it.

Uh, I'm- I'm taken.

I'm Werm.
I work with Tee.

Look.

He wants me to pick you up
after work

and take you home
since you don't have a car.

I'm grown.

I don't need a ride from one
of Tee's little henchmen.

Boss's orders.

Tee's not my boss.

I kind of fell out
with your bro.

Can you please?

Okay. What'd you do?

I don't want to talk about it.

If you want me to play along,
you got to spill it.

Okay. Okay. Look.

I broke the dress code.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Sounds like Tee.

- What time are you off?
- Five.

I'll be here to pick
your grown ass up, then.

I'll be there.

♪ On my way to Club Esso... ♪

Hey, yo, I swear,
these little St. Louis

"over hurr," "over durr"
motherfuckers

need Hooked on Phonics.

I couldn't understand
what them niggas was saying

at baggage claim.

Yeah. It takes a little while to
understand these niggas' lingo.

But you gonna get it, though, soon.

Whatever it is, bro,

I'm not trying to spend
a second longer in Hicksville.

I just want to set this meeting
with Loco

- and get the fuck out of here.
- I already met with Loco, Tee.

- The fuck, Meech?
- He wanted to meet earlier.

Bro, you know I wanted to have a
serious conversation with y'all

about keeping control
of this shit.

J-Pusha already moved
the work without telling us,

fucking up the rank.

Yeah, but Pusha took care
of his business.

And now Loco wants to meet him.

There's nothing I could do, Tee.
It's what Loco wants.

Whatever, nigga.
You always dick-ridin' Loco.

Well, I think we should have

some of our own soldiers
out here

so we can keep it in the fam.
How about that?

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Why don't your happy ass move
down here, then?

Meech, fuck that.
Detroit's my home, nigga.

Listen, Tee. Pusha already
proven his loyalty to us.

Besides, in the Lou, I don't
got to worry about Bryant

and the fucking Red Dogs

breathing down our necks
all day.

We can actually move the office
out here, chill,

and focus on launching
our music label.

You still with it, ain't you?

Yeah, I'm with it.

Good, nigga.
Now, look.

For this music shit to work,

we gonna have to lean
on Pusha, Tee.

I'm telling you.

So y'all niggas got to get
y'all panties out of a bunch

and get along.

Go on a little play date
or something.

You asking a lot, nigga,
but I could do that.

I think we can seal the deal
with Purdy

by taking her
to the Source Awards.

Tina finally came through
with those tickets.

Ain't that the hip-hop awards?

Yeah, but we got to rebrand her
to a rapper

if we want this shit to work.

Man, fuck that.
We can just find someone else.

Nigga, hell, nah.
We too close on signing her.

And once we get her locked in,
others will follow.

All right, nigga.
Whatever.

It seems like you got
everything figured out, Meech.

I do, just like always.

Hey.

God damn, baby.
You look fine as fuck.

- What's up, Daddy?
- I miss you.

I can't wait
till we can break one off.

I've been missing that.

There's something
I got to tell you.

So, I met up with Isaac Roberts.

But something wasn't right.

And I got out of there
before shit went left, but...

he may have been caught up
in a sting.

- What?
- We're in the clear.

I just wanted to know
if you heard anything.

I can't have one-time
connect me with that nigga.

It's gonna add on
to my sentence.

I wasn't saying this
to get you upset.

We just always got to be honest
with each other.

Fuck.

Baby.

You need to ride for people
that need you

just as much as you need them.

And I need you.
Baby, you got me, right?

- Yeah.
- Till death do us part.

Yeah, yeah.
Till death do us part.

Can you think of
any other contacts

that could keep us afloat
for now?

Hey. Look.
Hey.

Can we let this Isaac shit
die down first?

Then I'll think of something,
all right?

Okay.

And I'll think of some other
ways that we can get this paper.

That's my girl.

The boys been asking about you.

Thinking about them, too.
How they been?

They been good.
Well, Rasheed got straight A's.

And Lamont's got
two little girls

- writing him notes in class.
- Ah!

Boy, Lamont's just like
his daddy, ain't he?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, Rasheed got the brains
of his mama.

We just wanna make you proud.

You know I am.

I'ma bring them next time.

I love you.

Love you, too.

I'm gonna see you soon.

I don't know why Tee sent
the both of us to do this

when I could've done it
by myself.

He was probably worried

he was gonna catch you sleeping
on the job again.

Man, fuck you with
your Skeletor-looking ass.

Fuck you too.

Oh, she's a real piece of work.

Slippin' between two households
with Tee and Boom.

Any good piece of pussy
will fuck a man's head up.

Kato had to be put down.

You held it down for the family.

Fucked-up shit is

I found out she was carrying
my seed right after.

Damn, B.
That's tough.

Aisha and Vee
are my second shot.

Let's see where this bitch
is headed.

♪ Memories of us on rewind ♪

♪ I've been having... ♪

Yeah.

This is what happen

when you don't play my songs
on your station!

- I'm sorry.
- That's not gonna cut it.

We had a deal.

From now on,

you gonna play my artists
every hour on the hour.

Purdy, what's up, baby?

You wanted to see me?

Yeah. I've been thinking
about our conversation

about rebranding you.

I want to do it.

- You're gonna let me rap?
- Fuck, no.

You're gonna be in a girl group
with Destiny and Shameka.

♪ I reminisce, reminisce ♪

- But I'm a solo artist.
- Not anymore.

It's the '90s.
Everybody want girl groups.

But I'm the one
with a top-ten hit.

They just gonna ride
off my success!

Get your ass over here.

Who the fuck you think
you talking to?

Daddy made you,
not the other way around.

You better recognize.

I'm sorry.

You ain't shit without me.

Can I get a bump?

Of course.
You know I got you.

You gonna lose this money.

Man, where your money at?

That's still a $500 ball.

You ain't doing nothing
with it.

Hey. Hey, Carter.

Over there, not over there.
And don't scuff up my floor.

Hard to find good help
these days.

Hey, fuck off.

That's my little bro
Carter right there.

This my right-hand man Shawn
right here.

Heads above the rest.

Appreciate the hustle.

Carter, how you been, dawg?

Still breaking bats
with that right arm?

Nah, nah.

Whenever I raised my hand
to pitch,

people thought I was
throwing Crip signs.

God damn, dawg.
I'm sorry to hear that, though.

Bro is too protective
to let me in the game,

so I'm doing small jobs
for him now.

All right. Yo.
Uh, listen up, man.

Yo, we've been knowing each
other for a little minute now,

and we...
we got off to a rocky start.

For sure.

A'ight,
but let's have a fresh start.

First things first.

Got to get the command in order, right?

So look, don't be going making
them big moves behind our back

without notifying me
or Meech first.

Hey, I was just doing
what I do best, all right?

You know, we let work
sit there,

it cause more problems.

That won't happen again
over here.

Look, dawg.

You made a call with that work
that really saved our asses.

I can't even lie.
But that was a one-time thing.

Don't let that shit happen
no more.

Square biz, dirty.

So we straight or what?

Yeah, we straight.

Look, I'm trying to make
some more money!

Me and Tee gonna slide
through with Unk later on.

Yo, besides playing video games
and shit,

what else y'all doin'
around here?

Shit. We gamble.
All day, every day.

Hey, come on, man.
You speaking my language now.

Come on, dirty.
We got casino boats out here.

All right, so our plan,
me and Meech's,

is to have half a ton
in every state.

Can open up the pipeline
up to Texas and New York.

All right, Pusha.
It seems like this man

got the connections
and the hustle. I like that.

You're only as good
as your team, right?

- Where you from, Unc?
- Detroit, like us.

He ain't say shit all night.

Unc a man of few words.

Who your favorite nephew?

Me.

Demetri.

Demetri.
That's hella funny.

What can I say, dawg?
I'm everybody's favorite.

I guess Tee want to go sit
at the kiddie table.

God damn me.

Can't catch a break even
if that shit was on speed dial.

Hey, yo, it's all good.

It's just all
in your wrist action.

I'ma show you, all right?

Having trouble, Stubs?

Man, fuck out of here,
all right?

Keep that shit between you
and my brother.

I ain't got shit to do
with y'all beefs.

Your gimp ass?
Easy target, cuh.

Keep talking, playboy,

you gonna fuck around
and get bucked, all right?

- Huh? Huh?
- Hey, hey. Look.

Look, man.
Look. It's not worth it.

Chill. You're only gonna
make shit worse, all right?

Just hit him where it hurts-
his wallet.

- Winner!
- Yeah.

- Let's go.
- Yeah.

Would you ever
get married again?

I don't know.

When I got married, I told
myself it would be forever.

Mm.
You're not the only one.

I was hoping for the family
and white picket fence,

but I ended up with
a lot of heartbreak.

Sorry to hear that.

Oh, don't be.

- It was a lesson learned.
- Which was?

My ex was jealous,
started to follow me.

Had no idea how much
I loved him.

Spent my marriage trying to
convince him I wasn't cheating.

Well, I'm happy you're in a
space to go out with me tonight.

Thank you for an amazing night.

Thank you.

Ceci!
Who the hell is this?

Avery, what are you doing here?
Did you follow me?

Who the fuck are you?

Hey, brother, it ain't got to be
like this, man.

Come on.

I ain't your motherfucking
brother.

And Ceci is mine!
Let's go, Ceci!

Avery!

Aah!

C-Charles, stop!

Oh, my God!
Please!

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

Tee told me you got
a scholarship to Morris Brown.

Yeah.

That's dope.

Thanks.

Man, I can't wait
to get out of here

and not have to answer
to nobody.

I go to Wayne State.

- What?
- Yeah.

I never would've guessed that.

Why?

You think 'cause I sell drugs,
I ain't 'bout shit?

Sorry.
My bad.

Why are you joking?

I work for Tee
so I can pay my tuition

and take care of my family.

What you majoring in?

History.

- Damn. Okay, Werm!
- Yeah. Yeah.

We studying Malcolm X's
Message to the Grassroots.

Look. Look.

The white man sent us to Korea,
Germany,

and the South Pacific
to bleed for white people.

So when it came to fighting
our own revolution,

we couldn't be nonviolent.

I listened to that speech.

Fucked-up thing is

American history made MLK to be
the hero and X to be a villain.

Made us pick sides.

They were just two men fighting
for the same movement.

Damn.
You beautiful and book smart.

And you book and street smart.

Hustling wasn't even my plan.

Heart attack took my pops out,

and I had to become
the man of the house.

Felt like my family fell apart
overnight.

I'm sorry about your pops.

I'm just hustling
till I can graduate,

get a real career.

Yeah.

I'm gonna make 'em proud.

♪ Walk in, VIP status ♪

- Mm!
- Seven!

♪ Cameras, they flashin' ♪

♪ Rockin' that ice
and the latest fashion ♪

Take that and get
your finger fixed, dirty.

♪ Get a reaction ♪

Demetri, donde esta el baño?

♪ Lookin' at the future now,
everlastin' ♪

♪ Two-step to the beat,
move your feet ♪

Hey, I ain't want to cause no
controversy, but I ain't know

you want to talk business
while Unc was around.

Man, he good.
Don't worry about him.

Got that.

Sorry about your brother Carter.
I know that's tough.

Yeah. I'm the reason
he can't play baseball no more.

He ain't been the same.

And I know he resents me.

Look, I feel you, dawg.

When my little brother
followed me into the game

and he got popped
the first few times,

part of me felt responsible, too.

But as much as we try,

we can't protect them
against everything,

including themselves.

How long you in town for?

I got to bounce back
in the morning.

We got to touch down in ATL
before we fly back to New York.

- What's over there?
- Source Awards, nigga.

Yeah. Me and my brother
launching our own label.

All right. Do your thing.
Do your thing.

I told you
get the fuck out of here.

- Chill out, man.
- Hey, Carter! Carter, man!

Hey, chill!

Tired of getting wrapped up
in your shit!

Look. This nigga about to get
bucked on, all right?

You up here making it a scene.
Stop drawing attention.

- Fuck you, bro.
- Yo! Come on, come on, come on.

Look, look,
as soon as the boat docks,

I'ma grab the keys
and I'ma get him out of here.

All right. Bet. Do that, Tee.

Hey. Hey.
Just calm down, man.

We almost to the crib.
Easy, now.

I fucking hate him.

I'm sure you could get
your money back from that guy.

- Chill.
- This ain't about Rudy, man.

It's my brother!

Rudy just hassling me

'cause there's beef between
my bro and the Moors, man.

Moors?
Who's that?

They Muslims,
and they don't fuck around.

Probably hate bro
more than I do.

Slice him from ear to ass
if they had the chance.

Boy, Pusha is pissing
everybody off.

That's the reason
I'm in this situation.

All I wanted was to play ball.

Now I'm wrapped up
in big bro bullshit again.

Life can be unfair sometimes.

Bad shit happen,
and we can't control it.

I would know.

After I got shot,
during the surgery,

the doctors fucked up my eye.

Shit.

You're fucked up just like me.

Yeah, people clown me
every day for it, just like you.

You know, sometimes I wonder,
man, what would've happened

if I never hopped in the car
with my brother.

Meech the man.

I'd be six feet under
if it wasn't for him.

You don't know him
like I know him.

But I'm sure I can say
the same thing

about your brother Pusha, right?

All right.
Yes.

Okay, Wanda.

Look, even though you
a beauty school dropout,

you've come a long way from
fucking up my graduation hair.

Mm-hmm. Well, you know, we all
just a work in progress, right?

Yeah. I wanted to try
something new.

Uh, something new...
or someone new?

Well...

I mean, damn, can't no Flenory
ever stay faithful?

What's up with y'all?

Breeze is great and all,
but this other guy,

we just vibe.

I don't know.
He has this swagger about him.

Who is he?

Werm.
He works for Terry.

Wait. Hold up. Hold up.
Hold up. What?!

Girl, are you crazy?

Why would you fuck around
with someone so close to home?

Does Terry know?

Terry got him driving me home
from work.

Oh, my God.

We on some Bodyguard type shit.

Like I'm Whitney and he's
Frank Farmer or something.

Girl, this ain't no movie,
all right?

You gonna get somebody killed.

You know what?
I'm not married.

Can do what I want.

"Dear Brian,

From the church
benevolent fund.

It's not much, but it counts.

I hope you've been reading
your Bible,

and may God guide you to make
good choices for your family.

Nothing is more important-

not money, nor grudges,
nor anger.

Remember that.

Love, Pastor Lucille."

Hey, Bryant.
Any luck?

Yeah. I got something.

Six strip clubs later,
I got my lead.

Yeah, man. I'm going
to Platinum Palace tonight.

Could use the backup.

Set up a perimeter
in case I hit the jackpot.

No. Sorry.
No can do.

We're working foot beats
for the Olympics tonight.

The countdown has begun.

Yeah, but getting BMF
off the streets

is part of cleaning up
the streets.

No. I understand that.

But we're working an optics game
right now, man.

Look, the mayor has
the chief's balls in a jar.

We can't do it.

You ever tried that
with peanut butter?

Peanut butter? Come on, bro.
That's nasty, man.

It is.

Hey, your boy called.

Who, Tee?

Nah. Deez nuts.

Always fuckin' playing, bro.

Ahh!

Thank you for lunch.
That was nice.

Well, it's the dessert
I'm excited about.

Well, big favors deserve
big rewards.

Motherfucker.

What, you know that cat?

That is a hog special
right there.

Tee had me tail that cop
a while back.

Oh, shit.

She out cold fuckin' 5-0.

Wait. Markisha out here playing
Tee, Boom, and a cop?

Talk about sleeping
with the enemy.

Thanks for looking into
Isaac Roberts for me.

Anything for you, baby.

Fuck.

This is gonna be
a tough conversation with Tee.

Nah, nah, nah.
Tee had questions.

We're gonna give him answers
that he ain't gonna like.

All right, now, Purdy.

Meech and Tee got
a big surprise for you.

Surprise?
What...

- Whoa! What is all this?
- Yeah.

We had to get you right before
we go to the Source Awards.

What?
You got me in?!

- Tina got us all in.
- Oh, shit!

Well, you said you needed to
see it to believe it.

I believe it.

Fuck Trell.
I'm signing with y'all.

- Shit!
- All right.

Shit.
Here you go.

Welcome to
Stompin' Ground Records.

This is yours,
and it's the real shit.

It's not a rental.

It's yours.

Wow. Shit.

And I know y'all ain't serving
the cheap shit.

Never.

You on a whole new level now,
Purdy.

But the big dogs do this
weeks in advance.

And we got a lot of work to do
before tomorrow night.

All the clothes look beautiful.

We just want you to shine
like the star you are.

Damn. Y'all don't know
what this means to me.

I needed to get away from Trell.

Purdy, fuck him.

Yeah. Fuck him.

Fuck Trell.

So good to see you.

Yeah?
Well, it's good to be seen.

You look good.
I like it.

Thank you.
I appreciate it.

And I appreciate you
for coming through

and doing all this for us.

I appreciate the work.
It's no big deal.

I know it takes money
to make money, now.

Oh, yeah.
Is that what it is?

Well, don't worry.
I'ma make sure she turn heads.

'Cause, um... little secret.

Nobody does it like me.

See, I need her to believe
in herself the way I do.

She gonna be ready.
Just wait.

Well, shit.
We need to celebrate tonight.

- Who trying to hit the Palace?
- Hell nah, nigga.

We got to go
to the Source Awards.

I know you gonna be able
to celebrate for all of us.

You already know.

Lucille.

I was trying to find
my sermon notes.

- Have you seen them?
- No, but I got some good news.

Got a call from Chuck Campbell.
Tour's back on.

Wow. That's- that's good.
Well, when do you leave?

Uh, two months.

They're still working out
some booking issues.

Judging by your reaction, you
would've hoped it was sooner?

No. I mean...
Well, yeah.

I mean, I- I've been trying
to apply for welfare,

and, I mean, you know
how strict they can be, so...

You know, I thought you would be
happy for me.

But all you care about
is getting me out of the house

so you can get some free money.

Don't worry, Lucille.

I'll be out of your hair
soon enough.

Killing my stress
one hit at a time.

♪ You make me feel ♪

Once you learn how to roll them
yourself, you won't stop.

Can I take a pull?

Nah.

You ain't finna have Tee
on my head.

Unless you want me to tell Tee
you ain't take care of me,

you'll be inclined to let me.

I can tell y'all related.

I can suck and blow.

♪ Keep it comin' ♪

♪ Keep it right there ♪

Is that right?

I'll show you.

♪ My love ain't goin' nowhere ♪

♪ Goin' nowhere ♪

♪ You make me feel ♪

Mm.
Mnh-mnh.

♪ Remember the first time
that we had ♪

♪ Said to each other
this would last ♪

You got lip gloss all on it.

Tastes good.

It's cherry.

♪ ...that I was your all ♪

Can I have another taste?

Sure.

♪ We got a love
that only grows ♪

♪ You make me feel ♪

♪ Like a real, real woman ♪

♪ Let's stay... ♪

- Damn.
- ♪ ...right here ♪

♪ So, baby, keep it comin' ♪

You want it?

Yeah.

♪ Keep it right there ♪

♪ Boy, my love
ain't goin' nowhere ♪

♪ You make me feel ♪

♪ Like a real, real woman ♪

You like that ass, daddy?

I ain't busting it open
for nothing.

You into this shit or not?

Fuck away from me.

Yes, mamas.
You look so fly.

Here. Look.

Yeah. I do.

- Mm-hmm.
- Thank you so much.

Yeah.
Of course, babe.

Mm.
Love you, girl.

Showtime, motherfuckers.

Now, go. Go. Go get dressed.
Tina got your outfit over there.

So what you think of Big Meech?

I think he looks like
the president of a music label.

- Okay. I can dig that.
- Mm-hmm.

Where you going, though?
You don't got to bounce.

- Just stay.
- And why?

'Cause I wanna get to know you.
That's why.

Mm. And exactly what do
you want to get to know, Meech?

What's the long game?

Like, you gonna be doing makeup
forever or what?

Actually, I want to
start my own makeup line

for just Black women.

You know,
it's hard finding shades

for our different skin tones, unfortunately.

I like that. That's dope.

So, yeah.

You want to come with me
to the show?

Yeah. No thanks.
But I'm more of a homebody.

You could at least let me
take you out sometime.

Sure.

But, um, right now,
you in Big Meech mode.

I need you to holler at me
when Demetrius comes back.

How about that?

Okay?

I'm all yours.

So, how'd Tee take it?

Not good.

I ain't ever heard him
that mad before.

This will be enough
for my baby's surgery.

Good. Good.

So, am I back in or...
Come on, now.

Have you talked to Tee
about me hustling again?

I don't know. I don't know.
That's between you and him.

Tee will be in touch.

Hey, hey.
Good luck with the surgery.

Appreciate that.

No doubt.

♪ Ain't no thang
but a chicken wang ♪

♪ We's havin' a smoke-out... ♪

Welcome to the 1995 Source Awards.

Oh, shit.
There go Big right there.

Yeah, Tee.
We exactly where we need to be.

The 1995 Source Awards

changed hip-hop forever.

...the Notorious B.I.G.

Tensions continued to rise

between the East Coast
vs the West Coast.

The East had the game on lock.

But the West Coast was doing
their thing.

Hey, blood!

But that night,

Southern hip-hop
was put on the map forever

when Andre 3000 said
the South had something to say.

...Lifetime
Achievement Award...

And another reason Atlanta

would be my forever home.

♪ Ain't no thang
but a chicken wang... ♪

No one knew this night

would lead to the deaths of two
of hip-hop's leading men.

♪ It's all about that cess
in your chest ♪

I mean, these label heads
are some vultures.

After seeing what you did
with Clive,

it gave me the courage
to leave Trell.

- Now I'm at Stompin' Ground.
- What's Stompin' Ground?

Stompin' Ground is us,
Meech and Terry Flenory.

Okay. Nice! That's dope.

Good luck to all of you.

All right, y'all.

A'ight.

...Natural Born Killers...

She was so dope.
Oh, my God.

...talking about, right?

Just, like, standing up
against these motherfuckers.

- It's crazy.
- Purdy!

- Who the fuck is f-
- Purdy! Yo!

What are you doing here?

And what the fuck
are you wearing?

- I signed with them.
- Girl, I own your ass.

You under contract with me.

Nah. Name your price
and we'll buy her out of it.

That's not how this works, nigga.

Purdy, let's go.

Who you playin' with, nigga?

Kano! Kano! Kano!

We'll finish this shit later.

Nigga, we'll be waitin'.
Soft-ass nigga.

Y'all want her raggedy ass?

Y'all can have her.

I'll send you niggas contracts
for a signature.

We'll make her bigger
than you ever could.

Y'all really don't know
who y'all fucking with, do you?

These niggas actin' like this
the streets or some shit.

Don't let the suit fool you.

Trell is a crazy-ass
motherfucker.

Man, fuck his soft ass.

♪ There's a war going on
outside no man is safe from ♪

♪ You could run
but you can't hide forever ♪

♪ From these streets
that we done took ♪

♪ You walkin' with your head
down, scared to look ♪

♪ You shook, 'cause ain't no
such things as halfway crooks ♪

♪ They never around when the
beef cooks in my part of town ♪

♪ It's similar to Vietnam ♪

♪ Now we all grown up and old ♪

♪ We beyond the cops' control ♪

Yo, Unc.

Where is Demetri?

Demetri head ain't in the game.
He done left town.

And I figured you ain't get
a proper Hustle City goodbye.

You heard me?

We're ready.

Make quick.

Well, you done met me and seen
what I can do.

I think we should talk about
doing some business-

without Demetri.

First impressions
are everything.

- You moved the work quickly.
- Thank you.

We have a lot to discuss.

We'll be in touch.

When you in power,

you feel like you can
accomplish anything.

And that's where
the power paradox come in.

That sense
of motherfucking self,

it's the same shit
that can lead to your demise.

♪ We living this
till the day that we die ♪

♪ Survival of the fit,
only the strong... ♪

♪ I'm trapped in between two
worlds, trying to get dough ♪

♪ You know when the dough
get low, the jewels go ♪

♪ But never that,
as long as fiends smoke crack ♪

♪ I'll be on the block
hustling, counting my stacks ♪

♪ No doubt, watching my back
and proceed with caution ♪

♪ 5-0 lurking ♪

♪ No time to get lost
in the system ♪

♪ Niggas using fake names
to get out quick ♪

♪ My brother did it and got
bagged with two ounces ♪

♪ I live a war where squads
hit the block hard ♪

♪ Ask my man Twin ♪

♪ When he got bagged,
that fucked me up, god ♪

♪ But shit happens
for a reason ♪

♪ You find out
who's your true peoples ♪

♪ When you're upstate bleeding ♪

♪ And can't find a shorty
to troop your bid with you ♪

♪ Hit with a two-to-four,
it's difficult ♪

♪ While on the streets,
I try to maintain ♪

♪ Tight with my loot,
'cause hoes like to run game ♪

♪ Some niggas like to trick ♪

♪ But I ain't with
that trickin' shit ♪

♪ I'm like a Jew saving dough
so I can pimp whip ♪

♪ Pushing a Lex,
now I'm set, ready to jet ♪

♪ No matter how much loot
I get ♪

♪ I'm staying in the projects
forever ♪

♪ Jakes on the blocks
we outclever ♪

♪ If beef, we never separate
and pull together ♪

♪ When worse come to worst,
my peoples come first ♪

♪ Try to react and get them
motherfuckin' feelings hurt ♪

♪ My crew's all about loot,
fuck looking cute... ♪