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My name is... Well, forget about my real name,

but everybody out there call me Beans.

See these guys right here? This is my little crew.

I know we don't look like much right now, but you'll see.

This city right here we call Brotherly Love? Ain't no love here.

But I'm gonna take mine. This is my story.

- Oh, man. - All these bitches are here

and you got your face to the ceiling with the grizzly on.

What the fuck's wrong with you?

Nigga, look at us, man.

We're sitting up in this fucking bar in the middle of the day doing what?

Nothing!

I need that real paper, dog. Know what I'm saying? I gotta get my own crib, man.

You know I can't even hit my bitch,

I gotta wait till her mom's asleep or she at work and shit.

She got me running around little closets and all that stuff, man.

Yo, this shit ain't fucking funny, man. I ain't joking.

Oh, you're ready to make some real change, huh?

What you think, I'm talking 'cause I got lips, nigga?

Yo, dog, for real, man. I need that big-ass fucking crib, man.

My moms and my girls decked out living lovely, man.

Money stacked to the fucking ceiling!

I feel that, but who the fuck gonna pay us that kind of money?

We got to do this shit our fucking self, man.

For real, nigga. What's the key to America?

The almighty dollar.

Yo, pretty soon, man, we gonna be able to do what the fuck we want.

You know what I'm saying?

We're gonna take this city on by fucking storm, I'm telling you.

Well, you got that all planned out. Let's just come up with the buy money.

Don't worry about that, dog. All that's already taken care of, man.

Look, this the deal, right?

Everybody in competition, man. That's how you got to look at it.

Everybody in competition, so you got to make it where it ain't no competition.

Them niggas either gotta get down or they gotta lay down.

I feel you, dog, but we gonna need some soldiers

to pull this shit off, man. For real.

Yo, what's up, pop? Talk that shit you was talking earlier today.

What up? Holla at me now.

What's up? You got something on your mind? Handle your business.

- You know it, man. - What's up, bitch?

That's what's up, bitch-ass nigga.

Yeah, old Blizz just blasted the shit out of hard-ass Timmy, man!

Yo, I'm telling you, man,

we need a motherfucking killer like that on our squad, for real.

- Fucking right. - Like, straight up, man.

- Yeah. There go that nigga right there. - Where?

Right there.

Yo, Blizz!

Oh, shit! What the fuck wrong with this nigga?

Hey, yo, Blizz, it's me, nigga. Put that shit up, man!

What the fuck is wrong with you, nigga?

It's Baby Boy and Beans. You out your fucking mind?

- Holla at me. - Yo, what's up, dog?

- What the fuck! - Yo, my bad, my bad, man. What up?

- Damn, man, it's me, man. - Ain't nothing. What up, man?

Hop in, man. Let me holla at you real quick, my man.

This fucking nigga... This nigga crazy, man.

- Yo, what up? - So wait, man, what's the deal, man?

What's up, dog? Where you headed at, man?

I'm going to my girl mom's crib and shit,

but that nigga Timmy, he done violated, man.

Broke all codes, man.

You never fuck with a nigga moms, his girl, or his seeds, man. He had to go, man.

- I feel you, dog. - Straight up.

I feel that. Yo, dig this, right. I got a business proposition for you, nigga.

I want you to get down with us, man. For real.

Come on, man, let's merc out this joint. Come on, we out.

P- Nut. What's going on, dog?

Nothing, man. Too much nothing going on right about now.

Yeah? Crazy, man. There's smokers up and down this street all day.

Yeah, I know, man. I'm out here, but I ain't the only one out here.

Plus I got this old head, Futch, man,

starts on this is his shit. Man, I'm trying to get the leftovers.

In fact, old head right there, man.

All this money on this motherfucking shit.

You know what I mean, baby? You're getting it all.

- Yo, Futch. - What's up, nigga?

Damn! Told these motherfuckers I didn't want no onions on this shit.

What's up? Let me holla at you, old head.

Listen here, young nigga. You wanna holla at me,

get out the fucking car and give me the proper respect like a man.

Chill, baby, chill. I got this nigga. I got this fat bastard.

Damn, Futch, they say you out here short-stopping my business.

You can't just come up here in somebody else's fucking shit.

This here's my shit. It's gonna stay my shit

till the day I leave it, motherfucker. Dig me?

Like a shovel. That's exactly what I was thinking.

Don't move, pussy. Don't move, you fat bastard.

What the fuck, boy? Get the fucking out.

What the fuck's up, man?

- What the fuck you all doing, man? - Fuck are you doing?

Come on, man! Get this little crazy motherfucker, Beans. Come on now!

Shut that fat motherfucker up. Get him away.

Listen, Beans, you don't have to do this. There's enough in it for both of us, man.

That's where you fucked the wrong gang, you fat motherfucker.

There's only enough money out here for me and my fucking squad.

We ain't eating on the same plate with nobody!

Man, get on your fucking knees!

Goddamn, Beans! Come on, Beans!

Come on, Beans. You don't have to do this shit, man.

Shut the fuck up, nigga. Your shit is over, nigga.

I'm the new nigga in charge round this motherfucker.

- We have rules to this, man. - Fuck the rules, nigga!

I'm gonna fucking make the rules, I'm gonna break the rules,

and I'm about to break your motherfucking face.

You fat funky...

I told you, Futch. Didn't I tell you, Futch? Didn't I?

Motherfucker! Fuck out of here.

Wrap this fat faggot up. Put him in a fucking dumpster.

Get him up.

Get his arms.

You fat fuck, man.

Fat motherfucker. Get him up.

Come on, let's get the fuck out of here.

So this was the beginning of my takeover.

Futch was supposed to have been some big-time dope dealer.

That was a joke.

Damn, Gs, that ass phat!

It's like, hey, Aisha, Aisha. Stop playing with me. I know you heard me calling you.

You playin' so much, why you playin'?

You know I don't talk to no broke-ass niggas.

You know I ain't no fucking broke-ass nigga.

- What's up, baby? - Ain't nothing.

- Where you going now? - I just came from shopping.

Yeah, with who?

Tonya. She want me to go to the club with her tonight.

But I told her me and you might go get something to eat.

No, you might as well roll out with her.

I gotta go handle some business with Baby Boy later on.

You sure? I'm not trying to hear that shit tomorrow, Beans.

"Who tried to talk to you, what you wear,

"what time you came in, why you ain't called me. "

- I'm not trying to hear this shit tomorrow. - Get the fuck...

So do you want me to go to the club or not?

Man, go the fuck to the club. I ain't worrying about that shit.

Niggas already know what time it is with me.

Anyway, this is my fucking city. They know it belong to me.

What's your problem? What's wrong with you?

I just be worried about you. I just want you to be careful.

I mean, I know these niggas respect you.

Don't get me wrong, I know, but I just be worried about you.

I'm good. Don't worry about me. I got everything under control.

- You sure? - You know I'm sure.

All right. You love me?

Man, you know I love you. Come on, you pain in the ass.

What you do with these hos, man?

With me.

- Holy shit. - Snoop!

Aw, shit, man.

What's up, Snoop? You all are getting plenty money, huh, player?

What do you mean, getting all that money. What's up, man?

I ain't even gonna small talk you, Snoop, man.

I came to talk big business, you know what I'm saying?

So talk. I'm listening.

Look, Snoop. Look, I'm gonna give you a opportunity of a lifetime.

I'm gonna give you all a chance to come get down with us.

What you mean, get down with you all, yo?

You know, you know what I'm saying. I supply you with all the worth.

You report to Baby Boy and everybody get this money together.

'Cause you pants is what? God.

Man, I got my own shit out here, man.

I'm doing all right on my own, man. I really don't need no help, yo.

Nigga, you gonna get down or you gonna fucking lay down.

Oh, shit.

Same offer stands for you all, you know what I'm saying?

What is it gonna be, players? You all gonna get down or lay down?

- Get down. - Get down.

- Huh? - Get down.

All right, then. These little niggas should be packing.

Fuck out of here.

Everything running smooth right now.

I got a big crib out in the suburbs now.

I ain't in the city with my boys. I don't got to shit where I eat.

My family doing good. Brother making moves.

Well, Aja is getting so big. She is growing like crazy.

I know. She's like five going on 25. I can hardly keep up with her.

She loves her daddy.

I know, but I just wish that he would spend a little more time with her, you know?

I mean, he just think he can spend money on her

and then that's just gonna take the place of spending quality time.

But you know you can't tell Beans nothing.

And you definitely can't tell Aja nothing about her dad.

No matter what I did in the street, I always kept my family first.

Forget about the money and the big houses and the cars.

See, when you behind that trigger and you about to rock somebody,

you always think, "Damn, I got a family at home. "

- Ready, Aja? - Cake.

Blow the candle out.

Let me do it.

But no matter what, there's always business to take care of.

You got to handle your business. Even when your girl be tripping.

Beans, what's up?

Fuck, I told you all niggas this was gonna be sweet.

You know what I mean? This paper. Yo, you all know my dog?

This my nigga D-Nice. He just came home and shit.

What's up, dog?

He ready to get down with us and get at that paper.

Yeah, man, get that fucking money. Niggas better bow the fuck down.

- Yeah, D. - All right. You know what I'm saying?

Hey, look, D, these niggas out here acting like they hard,

but when the heat on, chillier than December, dog.

- Dog, for real. - Yeah.

They already respect us like the old black mob.

How 'bout they gonna respect us like the new black mob.

You know what I'm saying? ABM.

'Cause that's what we about. We all about that money.

Matter of fact, lift you all glasses up, man, know what I'm saying?

To the fucking ABM.

- The ABM, baby. - ABM, you know it.

- ABM. - ABM, baby.

Straight up.

Man, get the fuck, get the fuck out of here, man!

Roll 'em up.

You couldn't cocksucker. You know you couldn't beat us.

Come on, kid. Go ahead, get his loot.

Get that loot from him. Shoot. Waitin' around all this time.

Who these fools coming up here?

What's up, kid? You need something?

What I need? Look like I fucking smoke crack?

I'm saying, you and your man's rolling up here. What you need?

What I need you to do is deliver me a fucking message.

Tell your man Butter that Beans came through

and said he wanted to talk to him.

I'm saying, he know you?

No, he don't fucking know me, but he need to.

Yo, tell him I said I'll be at this number, man.

Make sure he get this.

- I expect to hear from him within 24 hours. - Yeah, all right.

- Yo, Pooch. - Yo, what's up?

What's up, man? Who them niggas?

I don't know, man, some nigga named Beans.

- Beans? - Yeah, I don't know who the fuck he is,

but he damn sure I want Butter to page him.

- Butter? Butter for what? - Now how the fuck am I supposed to know?

See, that's your problem. You're always up in somebody else's business.

Yeah, okay. You better be glad I'm concerned.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Get with my man and we holla him real quick, all right?

Yeah, I'll get with you, you know what I'm saying?

Lookie here, lookie here. We know who getting money.

We know who getting money.

- Holla. - What's up, Butter?

- What's going on, man? - What's the deal, fam?

Yo, I need to holla at you.

These kids was up here not that long ago looking for you.

You know what I'm saying? They just pulled off.

Everybody's looking for me, man. Who?

Yo, man, I don't know who these niggas are, but my man left his card for you.

And he said, yo, either you page him in 24 hours

or he gonna be getting with you.

Yo, you ever heard of some nigga named Beans, dog?

Beans? No, not that I can think of.

And he want me to page him within 24 hours?

Hey, man, I'm just delivering a message.

And he ain't look like he was bullshitting, either.

I'm trying to think who the fuck this nigga is, man. What he riding in?

He had a little black SUV, you know what I'm saying?

Souped-up truck, had the initials ABM on the back of it.

That's them ABM boys that took over the west side.

Them niggas? What the fuck they wanna talk to me for?

What you think? Them niggas want parts.

Yo, them niggas has got to get their weight up crazy

before they come fuck with me like that.

'Cause I know they don't want no drama, son, know what I mean?

Yeah, yeah. But you gonna page him, right?

I'm gonna holla at this nigga, man. Just to see what's up with him.

All right, I'm out, kid.

- Good luck to you, man. Word up. - Word up.

Yo, man, what you all doing? This ain't no fucking part-time job, man.

Niggas sitting around.

That's what's wrong with niggas, man, all that part-time shit. Damn!

It's that nigga Butter.

Oh, yeah? Call that nigga back. See what he talking about.

Dang, baby.

Yeah, who the fuck is this?

Man, you already know who the fuck this is, man.

Yeah, I heard you wanted to holla at me, nigga, so holla.

Man, you don't got to sound so defensive, all right?

I just got a little business proposition for you, that's all.

My business is doing fine the way it is. So what the fuck could you offer me?

Look, I'm about to give you a opportunity of a lifetime.

I'm gonna give you a chance to be a captain in a banging organisation.

Nigga, what the fuck you on?

Why the fuck I wanna be a captain in your piece-of-shit-ass army

when I'm the ruling fucking general of my own shit?

- Motherfucker, you wanna live, that's why. - So what the fuck you saying, nigga?

Look, man, you already know what it is. You either get down or you gonna lay down.

Nigga, you know who you fucking with?

You know what I could do to your ass right now, fool?

I run this motherfucker.

Ain't no way you all niggas is seeing me.

Fuck you all niggas, I'll see you in the street.

Put your 3-D glasses on then, pussy, 'cause you know we coming straight at you!

Yeah, whatever, man.

- Are you okay, baby? - Hell, mind your business.

This fucking nigga crazy, man.

- What he talking about? - Fuck me, man. Is he crazy?

- Must be. - Off that nigga.

- It's a done deal. - You all get with D-Nice, man,

and rock that nigga.

- No problem. - Fucking basketball-playing-ass nigga, man.

- That nigga gotta go. - Straight up, man.

What? You hear this nigga, man?

Shut the fuck up, man.

- Ready to ride, Ali? - This nigga stay running his fucking mouth.

He talk too fucking much, man.

Roll up, man. Do your fucking job.

Roll the fuck up. Loud-ass nigga talking shit, man.

Roll that fucking weed up, man.

Hey, B, he talking real crazy to you, my main man.

Get the fuck out of here, you bitch-ass nigga.

Hey, then fuck you. I ain't doing shit, man. I'm tired of this shit.

He talking to you, Baby Boy?

- I don't know, ace. He said "Fuck you, man. " - Yeah, get the fuck out of here.

Ain't no lie. He just said, "Fuck you. "

Shut the fuck up, Blizz, man.

Get the fuck out of here.

- Fuck you now. - Shut the fuck up, Blizz.

- E, you ain't just say that, did you, E? - Oh, look at E.

You ain't just said that, did you, E? What the fuck you say?

- He said, "Fuck you. " - Shut the fuck up, Baby Boy.

What the fuck you just said?

What the fuck you say?

Tell him again, will you. "Fuck you!"

You gonna get him fucked up. What you say, dog? I didn't hear you.

What you say?

Think it's funny, right? What the fuck you say, E?

- What the fuck you just say? - Nothing, B.

- What you say. - Nothing.

Shut the fuck up! What you say?

- Hey, yo, Beans, chill the fuck out, man. - Shut the fuck up!

Now, fuck you, Baby Boy!

What hand you roll up with, matter of fact?

What hand you roll up with?

- Talk that gangster shit, E. - Shut the fuck up!

You all think it's funny, right? What hand you roll up with?

You think I'm playing with you? What hand you roll up with?

Chill out, B.

This the hand he roll up with, right?

- I think that's the one. - Put your hand on the...

- Put your shit right there. Didn't I tell you... - No, Beans, no.

- No, Beans. - Didn't I tell you to roll up, E?

- Didn't I tell you to roll up? - No, Beans. No, Beans. No, man.

Please, please, Beans. Please.

Oh, shit, man! Yo.

Bitch-ass motherfucker!

Fuck.

No, fuck you, Blizz!

Yo.

Shit, wrap that shit up with something, man.

He wants some ice. Put that shit on there.

That'll make it all right, man. Fuck that nigga.

You be wild as fuck.

Now roll up!

See what your mouth get you into? Always talking shit.

Look at you now. Don't be bleeding all over the fucking sofa, man.

Ain't gonna be wilder.

That nigga all right, man.

Make it happen. Let's go, let's go. It's my money, dog.

Who are we? Who are we?

Untouchables. We're the fucking Untouchables.

One, two, three, Untouchables!

Yo, yo, let's go.

Shit.

Like butter, baby.

Oh, my God!

Look at these fake-ass niggas...

All stretched out, caught sleeping with they eyes open.

There's only so long fake thugs can pretend.

And I told these niggas, man, I told them.

I said, "You either get down or you lay down.

"And if you lay down, you gonna stay down. "

This thing ain't no game, man.

I got pull round this bitch like tug-o-war.

I got my nigga, Baby Boy,

he running around crazy, he already got the west side on lock.

P-Nut, D-Nice, they already moved out down north.

They doing they thing and they murdering everything.

I mean, it's time to expand, man.

We even got Blizz running out the projects off Delaware, and Camden, Riverside.

Man, I'm about to take over the city of Philly like John Street.

Fuck these haters. Cops in pocket, man.

We doing this big time and this thing ain't no game, man.

We doing what the doers do.

We getting it like the getters get it, nigga.

Making it like the makers make it.

And we taking it like the fucking takers take.

What?

Man, you must be out your motherfucking mind, man.

I'm not holding up my shit, man, waiting for you all, man.

Why I got to fucking wait for you all?

I'm not one of them small-time niggas you all front 50 things.

My money's straight every time!

What? Man, fuck you!

What's that shit about?

Nigga's talking about we gotta wait a fucking week.

Man, that's at least 250,000. They got...

What we need to do is cut the motherfuckers off, man.

Fuck that middle man shit.

Exactly, and go holla at Mario directly, you know?

Yeah, jump right on that plane and get the fuck up out of here.

Yeah, how about that? I need a fucking vacation anyway.

A vacation? Man, fuck a vacation!

You got to chill, man. This shit ain't ill, man. This shit ain't sweet, man.

- I feel you. - Ain't about no fucking games, man.

- You talking about vacation, man. - Come on, man.

Don't be bullshitting when we get the fuck out there, neither.

Oh, whatever, nigga. Who the fuck the right hand, nigga?

Fuck out of here. Bullshit.

Get the fuck out of here, nigga.

Far as this bullshit, I'm taking my motherfucking Uzi with me.

I ain't playing no fucking games.

All right, all that shit's straight in there?

I counted this shit earlier on a money machine.

- You sure? - Yeah, I double-checked. We're straight.

All right, look, man, I wanna get the fuck in and out like a robbery, man.

We gonna go up there and get the fuck out.

'Cause I don't trust these motherfuckers.

I don't like these fast-talking motherfuckers either, man.

- All right, come on, man, let's go. - Okay.

And why you rent this small-ass fucking car, man?

I ain't rent this shit. The bitch gave it to me, man.

- Welcome, welcome, gentlemen. - Yo, what up, what up?

How was the flight?

- Shit was all right. - It was hot as shit on that fucking plane.

Oh, yeah? Well, excuse me, you guys want something to drink? What are you drinking?

Couple of shots of cognac.

No. Benito, whatever he said, we don't want no fucking drinks, man.

We cool right now, all right?

Yo, if you don't mind, we'll have some drinks when we go the fuck back home.

If you say so. Just trying to be a good host, no?

No, no disrespecting that. We just came here to handle business. That's all.

- Yeah, wait right here. I'll be a minute. - All right.

Hey, yo, man, why don't you cool the fuck out, man?

What the fuck is wrong with you, man? We don't know these motherfuckers, man.

You talking about some fucking drinks.

Man, we just cut out the fucking middle man.

For all we know, they have a fucking 1,000 guala-gualas

running through this motherfucker.

Kill us and take the fucking money.

Yeah? Well, you're increasing the fucking chances with this cocky attitude, Beans.

Yo. Slow the fuck up, man. You slipping, man.

Check your fucking shit, make sure it ain't on safety, man,

so we can get the fuck up out of here.

Man, Glocks don't have no fucking safety.

Yo, cool the fuck out, man. Come on.

- Cool? - Straight.

- Okay. Vámonos. You guys, you follow me. - That's what I'm talking about, Papi.

- Let's handle b-ya. - Come on.

Sweetie, are you coming in?

I'm a little busy right now. A little later, okay?

Okay, baby.

Caballeros, cómo están?

- Cómo están to you too, Papi. - Papi.

- Nice bitches you got there. - You like them?

- I got plenty more where that comes from. - Yeah.

- Okay? - Hey, guys, sit down.

Sure, have a seat.

- So you still want that drink, huh? - Yeah, sure, why not?

Your friend here, he's a little nervous.

Nervous? Naw. It's just we out of town, we taking precautions.

But fuck all that nervous shit, Papi. Let's handle business, all right?

Okay.

Yeah, venga.

That's what I'm talking about, family.

Let's do business.

Now you talking, Papi. That's what I'm talking about.

Let's see what that's about.

Come on, talk English, man, not that guala-guala stuff, man.

- You guys understand. - Better be some butter, too.

It's okay.

- It's the best. - One hundred percent.

Slice is nice.

Okay.

Now we in business.

- Blood money, huh? - Yeah, you should like that shit.

- The only kind of money there really is. - Yeah, I know.

I look forward to doing business with you guys again.

Hey, nice doing business with you too, Papi.

- Guala-guala. - Yeah, guala-guala, Papi.

- All right, fellas. Come on, Beans. Roll out. - Let's get the fuck up out of here.

Excuse me, Papi.

Hey, wait. Aren't you forgetting something?

What about those drinks, huh?

It's okay. Next time, Papi, all right?

You sure? You're going to miss the show.

- You guys in a rush, huh? - Yeah.

With one small-ass plane,

a million dollars in cash and some bullshit conversation with these gualas,

just like that, we cut the middle man straight out.

And just when things was running smooth,

there's always a young knucklehead trying to get in the game.

Hey, look, man, I just hooked up with my boy from New York, right?

He gave me a deal on two joints, man, I got them at a good price.

The sooner we be able to flip these joints,

the sooner we be able to get this money. What you wanna do?

Yeah, but where we gonna set up shop at? Them ABM cats are all over the place.

You know what? Fuck them ABM cats, right.

Fuck Beans, fuck Blizz, it's our block.

We gonna get this money, man. What you trying to do, man?

That's right, nigga. This is our hood. This where we grew up.

Ain't nobody coming around here moving shit unless it's us. Straight up, buck.

Yeah, we could do this, man. That's all you worry about, all right?

Get the troops together, right. Have them niggas on the block 24 hours a day.

That's it. That's how we get this money.

Have them serving the fiends. That's it.

That's all you got to worry about, all right?

- No doubt. - All right, then. That's all. We out. All right?

All right.

All right, all right, that's a good price. All right. All right.

Let me holla at you, man.

That nigga Beans got some fly shit over here, man.

Yeah. With all that money we getting now,

that nigger Beans know how to hook a fucking crib up, right?

Yeah, man. You mean all that money Beans is getting, man? What's up with that, dog?

What you talking about?

You know what I mean. Beans the one making all that real fucking money, man.

We the soldiers putting in the real fucking work.

We the killers niggas in the street are scared of.

Beans ain't no killer, man. He know he got us backing him up.

If we had his connects, we'd run this whole shit, man.

Didn't you just buy a new car?

The fuck you talking about Beans getting all the money?

He brought you from a have-not nigga to a have-got nigga.

Yeah, but we cover that. Fuck all that shit. Trust me.

- Yo, Blizz. - What's up?

I need you to hook up with Baby Boy and go holla at that nigga, Sean, man.

Scoop that cash up for me.

Sure, boss.

Yo, soon as you get with that nigga, hit me up and let me know what the deal is.

Yeah, all right, boss-man.

The fuck is up with that nigga, tell me some "boss-man" shit?

Shit, man, you gotta keep an eye on that nigga, man.

Why? What's up?

That nigga hating on you hard, saying you the only nigga getting money.

He gonna try to hook up with your connect and start his own shit.

What? That nigga getting plenty fucking money.

He just bought a new coupe. That nigga all iced out, jewels and all that.

That's what the fuck he saying, man.

See, that's one thing we can't tolerate, man.

A snake-ass nigga in this family, man.

Dude, keep a close eye on that motherfucker, too.

Sneaky-ass nigga. I got something for him.

You can always find a dime in the hood who ain't got ten pennies.

We call them skags or skeeos.

No matter how good these chicks look, they broke.

They looking for a come up so they always trouble.

- What's up? - Got that. All right? Cool, all right?

- See the guy over there. - Yo, Shareef, what up?

What up, Blizz? Long time, no see.

- I heard you fucking with ABM now. - Yeah, something like that.

What you came on here? Threaten me or something?

Not at all, player. Beans know this your little neighbourhood.

We came up with a peaceful solution for all of us to eat.

- What's that? - You keep your own connects,

you make your own moves,

but you break us off 10º/º of everything you make.

Me break you all off 10º/º of what I make?

Tell Beans I said suck my dick.

- Oh, that's your word? - That's my word. Yeah, all right.

- Hi, baby. - What up?

How you doing?

What about how that man doing? He was just leaving. Right, Blizz?

Yeah, you right.

- But I'm gonna see you later, player. - Tell Beans I said suck my dick.

- What's up, man? - Nothing.

You all up in that man's face like you know him or something, man.

- You're so damn jealous. - I know you, man.

- Whatever! - What the fuck you want, anyway, man?

- Oh, you don't remember? - What?

You were supposed to give me some money to get my hair and nails done.

Get out of here.

What the fuck, man? Every time I turn around,

you got your fucking hand out, man.

And every time I turn around you got your dick out. So what's up?

Shit, man. I'll give you this money, man.

Go ahead, man. Go get what you got to get. I'm sick of this shit.

- Thanks, sweetie. - You're pissing me off, man,

doing that shit around my friends. All right, go ahead.

- I'll see you later. All right. - All right.

Make sure you have your fucking ass in the house by 11:00, all right?

- All right. - Your ho is right, kid.

She got a nice little ass, man, but fuck her.

- Yo, Blizz, nigga. - What's up, dog?

- Ain't nothing. What's the deal? - Ain't shit.

Yo, you go holla at that boy Shareef for me?

Yeah, man, I spoke to them niggas.

Loudmouth-ass nigga tried to show off for his boys, though, man.

- Yeah, talking shit, huh? - Yeah, man.

And it ain't help none that his girl came over there with her little fat ass and shit, man.

You know I'm gonna hit that.

Look, I got a little something for that little sneaky motherfucker.

Thank you, sweetie. You know how to hook a sister up.

Now I'm gonna hook you up with a little something-something.

- Damn, shorty. Damn. - You like that, huh?

Yeah, you know I got to take you from that nigga, Shareef.

You know I got to make you mine.

What? That cheap motherfucker ain't my man.

He told you that shit?

Listen, I need somebody that can do for me. I could do better by my damn self.

Man, but forget all that. Yo, listen, I need you to do a favour for me.

Anything you want, sweetie.

Listen, check this out right here.

Matter of fact, I'll tell you in a minute.

See, the more money you make, the more problems you make.

I mean, the streets not only watching, but they talking now,

so now you got to be extra cautious.

I mean, everything got to be in third person, nothing directly to you.

If you had to ride outside the city limits two miles to use the pay phone,

that's what you gotta do.

18th Precinct, may I help you?

Yo, look, hurry up, man. I ain't got a whole lot of time. Now, hurry up.

Boy, don't be rushing me.

I'm about to treat you to something real nice, all right?

Just hurry up, man.

I'll be right back, okay?

Look at that phat ass.

Yo, Beans says suck on this, nigga!

Stop and drop it!

Drop it, motherfucker!

You got him, Jenk!

Got him.

Detective Mason.

- Oh, shit. - He's dead.

You like this diamond tennis necklace?

That look like my fucking grandmom chain, man.

- Shit. Yeah, I'm gonna... - Aisha ain't gonna wear that shit.

Take a look at this one.

- That shit hot right there. - Yeah, that shit right here?

Yeah, that's hot.

- How much is that, man? - Twenty Gs.

- How many carats? - Eighteen.

Wrap that shit up right there. You like that shit?

That shit is hot, man. Yo, let me holla at you.

What's wrong?

Yo, word on the street that boy Blizz running round talking crazy.

Tell me he'd taking over shit soon.

Blizz ain't doing shit, man. I got that nigga under the fucking wing.

Look, I got that nigga setting the boy Shareef up right now.

Yeah, I seen him with the boy Shareef and I seen him with the boy's bitch.

Nigga, I'm killing two birds with one stone.

I set all that shit up, man. That nigga the fuck up out of here.

- Yeah. - Okay.

You gotta holla at Baby Boy, let me know what's going on.

You had me in the dark right there.

You know I see through limo tint, nigga.

- Hey, I feel you. - That nigga a rat-ass nigga, man.

Yeah. Hey, yo, Eli. I'm feeling this pinkie ring.

- How much this shit running for? - You're full of shit.

I working with some change, nigga.

What the fuck you mean? I like this fucking pinkie ring.

Ten Gs.

I don't think I got ten. I got five.

- Fuck these niggas, man. All of them. - Didn't I tell you, man? Didn't I tell you?

Didn't I tell you we would get the fuck out of jail, huh? Didn't I tell you?

That's what the fuck I'm talking about, man, right here.

Look at us, man. Just chilling, enjoying the fruits of our fucking labour, man.

I mean, like taking over the fucking city.

You know what I'm saying?

'Cause it was a lot of fucking hard work out there in them streets.

I mean, you all niggas look around.

I know you all see we lost a lot of fucking soldiers.

Some at war.

Some niggas was just disloyal and disrespectful

and had to be dealt with.

Well, fuck that shit, right? The niggas that you all see right here,

the few ones that's right here at this fucking table,

these is the niggas to count on.

These is the niggas that's gonna rot and die

and give they fucking life for you.

So if none of you motherfuckers is ready to make that commitment,

get the fuck up right now and get up off my shit!

'Cause this shit ain't for you all.

I mean, don't get me wrong.

You all my motherfucking winning team right now.

But don't get it twisted for a motherfucking second.

The game ain't over.

There's still a lot of motherfuckers out there that's disrespectful

and think they don't gotta lay the fuck down.

But we ain't going for that shit.

Now you all see this shit right here? These motherfucking rings?

These is for my top dogs right here.

These is for the niggas that was ridin' and dyin' from day one.

When it's time for you all motherfuckers to get you all ring,

when you all put that shit on, that shit mean for life!

It mean till the day you die!

Ain't no getting out this shit.

ABM for life.

ABM for life, baby!

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

I got a surprise for ya'll little ugly motherfuckers, too.

- I got something nice for you, Baby. - You better.

Get your little short-ass here.

- This is Coffee right here. Meet Coffee. - No sugar, no cream!

- Meet me by the Jacuzzi, holla. - D-Nice, that's for you, player.

Little Butterfly, go holla at P-Nut.

Sit on his lap. Talk about the first thing that pop up.

Yeah. Everything is running just how I thought.

There's just a couple wrinkles we gotta iron out.

Like these old-ass niggas right here, call themselves drug dealers.

Yeah, right. I mean, look at their squad.

Weirdoes.

I mean, don't get me wrong. These cats is making money.

And they been making plenty of money for a long time.

But that's they problem. They too set in they ways.

They lax, they sloppy. Too much partying, drinking, tricking.

My cats? Primed, thirsty.

I mean, when I send them through, they rolling through.

And when they say get down, you get down or you lay down for real.

And when you lay down, you stay down. Look at these cats.

Joking, laughing. Like life's a joke.

Life's funny. Yeah, right.

They sitting around like they can't be touched.

Imagine that.

They don't have a clue what's about to happen.

They can't be touched.

Well, I'm about to put my hands on them.

Yeah, so this phone call right here was inevitable, huh, fam?

Wasn't no getting around this shit.

Look, we got to talk, man. I figure we can work something out.

'Cause, Boss, your people dropping fast and ugly.

What? Understand me. I don't even know you, man.

I mean, I don't even know you all niggas exist.

You all niggas call us and beef, all you doing is making yourself hot.

You not affecting me, nigger. I got cake.

If I wanted you touched, you'd be touched.

I'd be sitting in motherfucking Hawaii, sipping on piña colada.

You making me sick. Actually, I'm laughing at you.

We all laughing at you.

Matter of fact, do what you gotta do, nigga. Don't call me, man.

You know, if it's gonna happen, it's gonna happen. All right?

How the fuck this nigga get my number, anyway?

Girl, would you pick up the phone?

Damn. Hell am I paying you for?

C- Zer. Hello.

- Hey, C-Zer. - Hey, Beans. What's up, man?

Yo, we got to talk, fam, about some business.

Business? Come on, man, I already got my little thing going, man.

Know what I'm saying? Besides, how the fuck am I supposed to know

you ain't trying to set me up, too?

Man, stop bitching, nigga!

If I wanted to set you the fuck up, you think I'd call?

I'd just send somebody to come through there and rock your ass.

You think your boy Manny got a fucking call?

Hold on.

Take a break.

Yeah, what's up, man? What you want?

Look, I figure we can work something out.

There's a lot of money to be made down there in your part of town.

Plus the streets is telling me that you about to roll with the nigga Boss.

Now we got to have a fucking meeting.

Look, Beans, man. Come on, man, I'm small-time, man.

You know, I ain't pulling no weight up here like that, man.

I'm just trying to eat like the rest of everybody, know what I mean?

Look, look, I'll meet you, okay? But, look, I'm not coming down to Northtown, man.

I'm not even stepping foot up there.

Man, where the fuck you feel comfortable meeting me at?

Why don't you meet me here? Meet me in my detail shop.

Man, I'll be there in a minute. And relax, man.

Stop bitching. It's all right, man.

Yeah, it's all good.

Yo, Beans, man, check this out. Look. No weapons, all right, man?

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Shit.

You all wait right here. This shouldn't be long.

- What's up, Beans? - What's up, C-Zer?

See, you got a lot of cats with you, man. What's all that about?

Don't worry about them, man. Let's talk.

All right. Look, I'm gonna keep it real with you, man.

Know what I'm saying?

Boss already approached me last week about joining up with him.

And what you say?

I told that nigga I'd get back at him, you know?

Just trying to look out for myself.

Look, C-Zer, you know we can still work this shit out, right?

- I got to take over this side of town. - Whoa, whoa, Beans, come on, now.

Look, I just can't rush into shit like that, dog.

Come on, man, I run a quiet little operation here, man.

I really don't need you all type of heat. Know what I'm saying?

So, yo, I mean no disrespect,

but I just need a little more time so I can weigh my options.

That's all I'm trying to do, bro.

I'm not gonna hold up my fucking business while you make up your fucking mind.

You think I'm gonna sit around and let you play me with this nigger Boss, man?

Play you? I'm not trying to play you.

What you talking about, play you with Boss, man?

I'm saying, man, I just need a little more time to do the math.

- That's... - Fuck the math, C-Zer.

Yeah, you either gonna get down or you gonna fucking lay down!

I'm saying, man, calm down.

Now what you gonna do, man?

Put that shit away. What the fuck you doing, man?

Look, man, I ain't got nothing on me, man. I'm clean, man.

- What you gonna do? - I'm saying... Man. Fuck, man.

- What the fuck, dog? - Fuck you!

Motherfucker.

Fuck you shoot me for, man? Didn't fucking answer you yet!

Why, motherfucker? 'Cause if you ain't with us, you against us.

Now you think about that shit on your way to hell

and tell me your motherfucking answer when I get there.

Fucking bitch-ass nigga. Come on!

Motherfucker.

- Yo, what up, dog? - Dog, man. You don't fucking knock?

- I'm fucking naked in here, man. - Come on, that's nothing, man.

We gotta take care of business, man.

I just came here from the hospital. Cops is posted up all over the place, man.

Ain't nothing going down in there.

I can't even do what I gotta do. C- Zer's still alive, man.

What? C-Zer's still alive?

That nigga's still alive, man, and he might testify against Beans,

put his ass away forever. Now what?

Oh, yeah? That would be like a win-win, wouldn't it?

The Beans nigga, he was talking too much shit.

We got to handle this one ourselves.

Streets is definitely watching.

Hey, let me know, I'm ready to murder something, nigga.

- You know how I do. - Cool out, cool out. I'm gonna call J.

We gonna see how we gonna work this one out.

Damani, can you pass me that telephone, please?

Do I look like I'm in a rush for war, nigga? Cool out.

You need to give up one of these skeeos or something, man.

- Hello? - Yo, this is Dame.

Yo, what's up, Dame?

Yeah, I gotta talk to you about something.

I'm gonna come over there in a little while.

- When? - About 35 minutes.

I mean, probably about 45, hour. All right.

All right.

All right. I'm out of here, man.

All right, man. I'm gonna get back at you. Just give me a minute.

- Can't be saving old-ass niggas. - Yeah, well, watch it. Lock the door, man.

Yeah, all right, nigga.

If you find some ass or something, you wouldn't be so fucking violent.

- Holla at me, holla at me. - How the fuck he get in my house, anyway?

- This club is jumping. - For real.

Ain't you glad you not at Beans'?

He's bringing me a drink. Excuse me.

This shit is weak, man.

Yo, I can't believe you got us to this bum-ass club.

- We got no bitches who ain't hot. - Man, there's some bitches...

Bitch-face Bob looking all nervous right here. You all shut up.

What the fuck?

You ain't got no bitches, you bum-ass nigga.

Look at them hos right there. What you talking about?

Got hos all over the place in here.

- Don't see no hos. - You trip, man.

- Bullshit club. - Hold up. Hey, yo.

I know that's not Beans' bitch out here like everything is peaches. Here, watch this.

Hey, ma, come here. The Solid Gold Dancers. Check 'em out.

Yo, send them three chicks over there a bottle of champagne from us.

I know what I'm doing. I'm not tripping. I know what I'm doing.

- It really don't cost that much, for real. - Girl, please. It cost too much for me.

- Too much. It is too much. - Know what I'm saying?

Look what I got for you right here.

Oh, no, we didn't order this.

This is courtesy of the gentlemen over there.

Okay.

- Okay. - Come on, let's go over there.

Come on, let's go. You wanna go?

- Come on, let's go over. - Tonya, please.

You must be trying to get me killed. You know I can't go over there.

Just to go over and say thank you?

Well, you all is acting real chicken. I'm out of here.

Say thanks for me, too.

- Thanks for the champagne. - Oh, it's all good.

Come sit next to me. Come here.

Look at yourself. All that diamond and that bling-bling.

Have a seat. Like that diamond right there.

My name is Dame. These are my homeboys.

This is my man Murda here.

- He thought you was cute. - How you doing, man?

- Hi, doin' fine. - You're cute.

You know, but I actually sent the champagne to your homegirl, man.

Why's she acting like that? Little antisocial, she got a cold?

She got... What's the matter, I'm not cute?

No, it ain't like that. She got a man and he be bugging.

Bugging? Who's her man?

Beans. And if he come up in here, it's gonna be trouble.

- Fuck Beans! - Hold it, hold it.

- Don't listen to them, they drunk. - What, you know him or something?

I mean, I spoke to him, you know what I'm saying? I never really...

I don't really know him like that, you know what I'm saying.

But is he coming to the club tonight?

I don't know. He might come through. You know how you all niggers is.

But if he do, I'm gonna tell him you said what's up.

No, don't do that. I'd rather surprise him. Know what I'm saying?

But tell your girl if she wants to get a real man, you know, come fuck with me.

What? I'm out of here.

You got a little cheek hanging right there.

- Hot doo-doo. - Man, I'm just playing with you.

Get the fuck out of here before we rob you. Get the fuck out of here.

What the hell happened over there?

Something must be wrong with him. That nigga need his ass beat.

I know I ain't seen him just try to grab your ass.

He must be drunk or something.

I'm just glad Beans wasn't up in here. You know it would've been some shit.

Yeah, and another thing, he claimed to know Beans, but he was real disrespectful.

Don't worry about them. Forget them. Don't let them ruin our night.

- I'm over it. - For real. Let's just go dance or something.

- What's up, my nigga? - What's up? How's the club?

- Shit was kind of whack. - What it look like in there?

It was cool, but... Oh, yeah, Beans' bitch is in the club.

Bitch looked good, too.

- You're sure? - Yeah, sure.

What'd you do?

I mean, I sent her over a bottle of champagne.

- Yeah. - I'd like to fuck her.

You didn't bring her out?

I mean, I tried. She just wasn't having it.

She wouldn't come to the table. Stuck-up bitch.

Yo, man. I'ma kidnap the bitch.

- Oh, yeah, I mean... - Yeah.

- Me and Murda, we... I'll get her. - Yeah.

Okay, I'll see you all later.

- All right, see you later. - Bye.

Girl, you been upset about that shit all night. Fuck them niggas.

Girl, they had a kick out of fucking my night up.

I'm fucking pissed. I'm fucking mad.

- I'm mad. - Don't worry about them.

That's just why I don't go out that much, 'cause of trifling-ass niggas like that.

I'm so tired. I gotta get home and get some sleep.

What are you doing?

Get the fuck in the car! Just shut the fuck up!

Go! Murda, go!

Yeah, well, you should come, too. Shit gonna be pretty fun.

- All right. I'll get back at you later. - Hurry up.

All right.

The fuck down the steps.

- All right. - Get the fuck down the steps.

She got nice feet. You okay?

Hurry the fuck up.

Oh, man.

Goddamn, y'all. Don't be so rough on the chicks.

They look kind of all right. So what's up, ma? What's wrong?

Hey, you got a little snot on your nose, you crying.

Anyway, so whatever happened to "There's gonna be trouble"?

And you, I send you champagne, you throw me shade.

What the fuck? I didn't want to meet like this. I'm not a bad guy.

The movies? Something like that? Nothing?

All right, it's all good. I'm gonna call Beans.

Maybe he can fix this situation. You got the number?

You know I got it.

Stop writing in red, man. It's bad luck.

And the Department of Justice has joined forces with the DEA

to fight the war on drugs and the heavy trafficking in the inner city.

- Jim? - A nine-year-old...

- Yo, what's up? - Wake up, nigga.

- We got your bitch. - Who the fuck is this?

Come on, nigger. You should know who it is.

You know you can't be talking

all this shit and ain't nothing gonna happen.

Gotta pay the price.

What the fuck you talking about?

Look, man, you want to see your bitch, man, act like you know.

- What bitch? - This bitch, nigga.

Beans!

You know who that is, don't you? That's your baby mother.

Yeah, you know you're a dead man, don't you?

Did you hear this nigga still talking shit?

Are you still talking shit? I just told you I got your baby mother, man.

You better act like you know. Listen, this is what I need from you.

I figure she's worth about 500,000, about 50 of them things.

I guess you'd want to pay it. I mean, you was talking

that big money shit. You do have it, don't you?

Let me tell you something, motherfucker, you...

All right, dog, I got what you want.

Whatever you need, you know what I'm saying?

But if you touch my girl...

Come on, man, listen. If I get my money, nothing's gonna happen to your chick, man.

But if I don't get my money, there's a good chance

your chick's gonna come back pregnant,

'cause she's kind of cute and I'm digging her feet.

You gonna get your money, all right?

'Cause you gonna need that shit to bury your fucking mother!

Oh, yeah? Well, just to let you know I'm serious...

Just had to do that. Okay, Bob, shoot that bitch.

Damn, Bob. Look at my walls. I mean, what the fuck you think we got the plastic for?

Fucking asshole. Clean that shit up.

See, when you living this life and you playing this game we play,

you gonna take "L's. " You gonna take a loss.

I mean, you gonna run across thieves,

you gonna run across snitches, crooked cops.

What can you do? Handle it how it come.

I mean, if somebody snatch up your people, no emotions involved.

You pay that ransom and you move on.

I mean, that's just part of the game.

It's just part of the game.

Ain't nobody follow you all, did they? All right, hurry up, get back here, man.

Man, what the fuck is taking these niggas so long, man?

I know they got the shit.

D, don't even worry about that fucking shit.

Every second that go past just make it worse on them pussies.

You motherfuckers better tell me something I wanna hear.

Cool out, tough guy. Your girl's safe.

You got what the fuck you wanted, man. Where is she?

- Let me see if I can remember where she is. - What!

Nah, I'm just fucking with you. You'll find her down by the falls.

Fuck! Fuck!

Aisha!

Aisha! Come here, baby. Come here. Let's get this shit off you.

Aisha, you all right, boo? You okay?

They killed Tonya right in front of me.

Come on, boo, I got you. I got you.

They killed Tonya right in front of me!

I know, I know, I know.

We'll get you the fuck out of here. Cocksuckers.

- They killed her right in front of me, Beans. - Oh, fuck this.

Come on. I know, I know. Come on, be quiet, be quiet.

Yo, get my fucking gun. Open the fucking door!

And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse,

it did.

Man, look at this fucking bitch-ass nigger right here,

talking to the pigs without a lawyer.

See, when you facing life in prison,

these crackers don't give a fuck about you.

They come in that small-ass room, play good cop, bad cop,

give you a cigarette, and if you weak, you gonna crack.

You gonna start singing.

See, where I'm from, hustler's number one rule, you never lose your cool.

And regardless, under any circumstances,

you never snitch. I mean ever.

Not even on your worst enemy, you never ever snitch.

But as you can see, that's a rule that is rarely followed.

Aish, before you sit down, pass me that phone.

Yo. What's up? What?

All right, I'll be right there. Man, I said I'll be right there.

Yo, I'll be right back. I gotta go do something real quick.

What's wrong with you?

You not going nowhere. You not going out this house.

Come on, Aish, man. Don't start that bullshit, man.

I said I'd be right back, man.

No, you're not.

What's your problem, man? Straighten up your face.

What's wrong with you? What is it, that Tonya situation, about the...

Look, I told you I was gonna handle that shit.

I know you gonna handle it. I'm not worried about that.

I want your daughter to have a dad.

We got enough money. It's time for us to get out this shit

and live like decent people.

You know you going to court. I mean, what is you thinking about?

Look, man. I told you I was gonna handle it.

All right? Stop tripping, man. Come here, come here. Come here.

What's wrong with you, man?

All right, look, I told you I was gonna handle that, man.

Don't worry about none of that, all right? Didn't I tell you I was gonna handle that?

- Don't you trust me? - Yeah.

All right then, man, stop tripping, all right?

- All right? - All right.

Look, I'll be right back, all right?

Don't worry about it. You gonna be all right? Yeah, you cool.

Stinky, bye-bye.

We can't do shit right now, man.

That shit all over the streets, all over the news.

Cops waiting for us to do some dumb shit.

That ain't all we got to worry about, man.

That nigga C-Zer ain't dead, man.

Look, I hit this nigga at least five times, man.

I go see my PO in a few days, man. If that nigga snitch...

It's over.

You just gotta lay low, man, before we all be locked the fuck up for real.

Yeah.

Look, check this out, man. This is a bad idea.

I don't think we should be out in the open like this already, man.

It's still hot and everything. Know what I'm saying?

So what? Now what are we supposed to do, hide indoors?

No, never that. I'm just saying, man, we gotta be...

I mean, we gotta be smart. Know what I'm saying?

Beans, you know what I'm saying. Tell this nigga, man.

Tell me what? What's wrong, man?

Now I'm being cocky. I'm not hiding from these pricks, man.

No, man.

- What's up? - Yo.

Yo, you know, these motherfuckers shot at me, man?

I'm sick of this shit, man. We gotta do something

about the Beans nigger, man.

This nigga's shooting at me, calls my house on a Sunday,

calls my cell phone number.

The streets think we soft, man. We gotta hail this nigger, man.

- That's not a problem. - What the fuck, man?

I don't understand this shit, man. The cops are gonna do it?

They think the cops are gonna handle this shit now?

I'm feeling like a clown. What the fuck is he gonna do?

I'm feeling like a clown. This nigga calls me

on my cell phone on Sunday, I'm with my kids.

- I don't understand this nigga! - It's not a problem.

So all right. So what are we gonna do if it's not a problem?

What are we gonna do? I gotta do something.

I'm the one, I'm in the street trying to make it happen and shit.

- What the fuck? - You think I need a haircut?

Dog. I'm trying to tell you something. This is the problem, man.

The motherfucker's fucking with us. He shot at me.

He shot at me in front of people.

I want to fuck his bitch. He's talking shit at me.

I mean, I don't understand this shit. What the fuck are we gonna do?

- He shot at you? - Yeah, nigga shot at me!

Nigga, I was shooting at the nigga. I was in the motherfucking...

I was in the club! Nigga shot at me in the club!

- We gotta do something. - You should probably handle that.

Yeah, all right, I'm gonna handle it. What do you want me to do, nigga?

Let's handle it. What the fuck? I don't understand.

- Yeah, exactly. - So, what? What the fuck?

- Handle it. - All right. I'ma handle it.

- You gonna? - Do it now, too.

- Think I need a haircut? - Yo, fuck that.

I'ma handle it.

So.

They say C-Zer's going to testify against you for attempted murder.

- I really think it's a bluff. - Yeah, bluff my dick.

That motherfucker already told them about the meeting we had.

Just me being associated with that motherfucker violates my parole.

That could put me away for life.

So what do you want me to do?

You all the fucking lawyers! You all tell me!

Beans, I've studied several cases similar to this one.

Right now, it's C-Zer's word against yours.

And there's always a 50º/º chance that the jury will sympathise with you.

Man, I don't want no fucking sympathy. I want you all to do you all job.

But this case is too high-profile. It's been on TV and all the newspapers.

Shoot-outs in public places. Bodies turning up all over the city.

Millions of dollars of cocaine on the streets.

This is an opportunity for the police department

and the mayor to look like big heroes.

And that mayor does have re-election coming up.

Fuck, man. Look.

I got a fucking family. A daughter to take care of.

C- Zer can't testify.

There is a way out of this. We can cut a deal.

A fucking deal?

What you trying to say? You want me to snitch?

That's not what I'm saying.

I gotta get to C-Zer.

There's nothing you can do. The cops are watching him like a hawk.

He's the DA's star witness.

They're not going to let anything happen to him.

I ain't talking about that.

So what are you talking about?

Five million dollars. I'm gonna try to offer that nigga five million dollars.

He simply take the stand, say he made a mistake

and I wasn't involved in none of that shit.

It's worth a try.

Don't fucking try. Do it.

Yo, guess who I seen trying to sneak up in a movie theatre on 69th Street?

Who?

Trina with her fucking sushi shoes and Don't- Offend-Me bag.

Oh, please. That bitch better go ahead somewhere.

With her whack-ass weaves, tracks be showing and shit.

That bitch just tight 'cause you know I was fucking her baby's father

and shit, that nigga was tricking on me fucking crazy.

- Ain't nothing but jealousy. - She's tight over that shit,

but I know one thing, that bitch better not be popping shit.

'Cause I will kill that bitch.

- Word up. - Fucking blue jelly shoes.

- For real. - Shit, you know,

when motherfuckers get shady, I do keep the. 380,

and she better not let the motherfucking long hair

and the soft voice fool her ass, 'cause you know how I get down.

- She through. - Matter of fact, I know

which show she be trying to go to.

The fucking matinee show. That's the one that's cheap.

Hold up, you all.

- Yeah, what up? - You know... Right?

- Yeah. - Yeah, look... Know what I'm saying?

Yeah, you know I got you.

Quiet, though. Yeah.

Later.

- What's that all about? - Gorgeous.

Told him where I'd be. Yeah, but like I was saying,

that bitch better fucking watch her walk. Word up.

D? Fuck, man.

Yo, yo. What's up, D? What the fuck, man. Yo, I just talked to my fucking lawyer.

They said that nigga C-Zer took the fucking money.

- But I don't fucking trust that nigga, man. - So what you need me to do?

I just need a little insurance, that's all.

Nigga, I glad you got the fuck low.

You know, P-Nut indicted for trafficking.

You and Baby Boy like the only two niggas I can count on right now.

No doubt. You know I got you, nigga.

Okay, listen. Look, this what I need you to do.

This is Lisa Rodriguez from the Channel 6 News with an exclusive report

from the trial of notorious drug lord known on the streets as Beans.

Let's see if we can get a statement. Excuse me. Excuse me. Any comment?

Yes, I'm fully confident that my client will be exonerated of all charges.

Now, listen, we're gonna have a last-minute chat with the DA right now.

I want you to stay right here.

...charges of tax evasion? - No more questions, please.

Man, get the fuck out of here with that camera. Get out...

This a courtroom. You're safe. You're doing the right thing, Mr Furrow.

What, are you all both going? Just gonna leave me here?

What you mean, keep it quiet? Fuck that.

Motherfuckers! I laid all you motherfuckers down!

This is my city!

The game don't change, just the players.

Shit! I mean, I knew I'd be riding a bench one day,

but not like this.

Damn, look at my girl. In front of my daughter?

I mean, what the fuck was Baby Boy and D-Nice thinking?

And how the fuck did they get in here with them guns anyway?

Broad daylight? In a courtroom?

But that shit was gangsta, though, right? Keep it real.

I went out like a gangsta.

Bullshit. I mean, gangstas don't go out like that.

That shit only happen in the fucking movies.

Man, they put me under the jail. I got quadruple life. I'm state property.

But you know what? This city gonna remember me.

They gonna remember my name. They gonna remember Beans.

Get down or lay down, niggas.