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Meech, you know I could

never stand your little second-grade buddy, right?

A lovesick rat who know where all the bodies are buried?

Markus Lloyd has been bullying Kevin--

roughing him up, stealing his shoes, ruining his cartoons.

You got a new safe?

Remi Ransom, nigga. Make sure you spell my shit right.

Nigga, that might be too long

to fit on this damn bullet.

What else do you remember about the man?

He was brown-skinned.

And you saw that person

force someone into a sedan.

It was a Ford LTD.

Hey, what the hell's wrong with you?

A receipt from the E-Z Rest Motel?

- Dad, what's going on? - Your father just got caught

lying about the affair he's been having.

- Boom got arrested. - Good. Fuck that nigga.

These two niggas is working together.

I'ma kill the both of you, and I ain't fucking

with yo' ass no more, Goldie.

Get 'em the fuck out of here!

I got you.

The doctors--they-they gonna find a cure for it, baby.

I just need you to hold on.

This shit'll have that dick harder than a motherfucker.

You not trying to play me, are you?

No, nigga, you trippin'. Let me go.

You gonna betray me, our family, Zoe?

The fuck was you thinkin', huh?

Hey, yo, hurry up, Tee.

Ever since I can remember,

Meech and I been running for our lives.

- Come on, man! - First, it was to get home

before the streetlights came on and avoid our mama's belt.

Then it was running

from one-time who was on every Black kid's ass.

Move it, B!

And once we got in the game,

we started doing the chasing,

running after all the motherfuckers that owed us.

I warned you, nigga.

But if you always looking

over your own shoulder,

you bound to take your eye off someone you love.

No, no, no, no.

Yo, what the fuck are we doing here?

We should be on this Bryant shit.

I got something cooking,

but you need to fall back

with five-oh looking around like this.

What up, doe?

Crazy shit.

People saying there's a body in our stash spot.

Fuckin' pig.

So what the hell you doing here?

Oh, I actually care about what's going on

- in my community. - Oh.

Well, since you such a bleeding heart,

let me show you something.

Come on. You too.

Leo, unzip that for me.

You know this woman?

- Never seen her before. - Of course not.

Her name's Monique Greene.

She was strangled and beaten.

Left behind an 11-year-old and a toddler.

It's a fucking tragedy.

See you around, Mr. Neighborhood Watch.

You straight?

I never wanted Moe in this shit, ever.

Damn, yo, I'm sorry, Meech, man.

She kept telling me

how she wanted to tag-team this nigga,

talking about she was his Achilles' heel or some shit.

Now Zoe and Tee-Tee gotta grow up

without no fucking mom, man.

Yo, look, bro, um, I'm sorry, bro.

I know Monique was a real one for real.

And you probably hurting like a muh'fucker,

but right now we really need to stay focused no matter what.

We got 500 keys coming in,

and our fucking car wash is a crime scene.

We need to find a new stash spot so we can launder this money.

I'ma personally put that crunchy-ass nigga Lamar

on the wrong side-a the grass for good.

That's the fucked-up part

about the game--

as a player, it's hard to see the whole field.

You can only see shit that's in front of you.

So you get paranoid and weary

because every minute of every day feels like it could be your last.

Now the clock was ticking on us.

♪ I got everything On the line ♪

♪ Out here I'm on the grind ♪

♪ Trying to get mine ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ A nigga move the weight ♪

♪ Trying to 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 ♪

♪ The D's ain't that good ♪

♪ These niggas is ratting ♪

♪ They tell them What's going on ♪

♪ That's how they know What's happening ♪

♪ I'm riding 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 their dope In their vein ♪

♪ Shorty crying Christmas ain't coming ♪

♪ Her pop's 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 ♪

♪ At least You could wish me luck ♪

♪ A nigga move the weight ♪

♪ Trying to 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 ♪

♪ Wish me luck ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, wish me luck ♪

♪ Wish me luck ♪

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

I'm looking at new stash spots already.

I know a few places.

And I'm still trying to find out

what the hell's going on with this Bryant shit.

Rollie...

take this ticket and address to Northern California for me.

I need you to check out something.

Damn, I ain't never been to Cali before.

Think I'm gonna see Janet Jackson?

If your ass is lucky.

Want me to follow him?

Nah. I'ma need your help here.

I'll let you know the details.

You sending niggas on trips?

And keeping that rat motherfucker on?

Sterl, yo, you my man a hundred grand,

but don't ever question me about my business, dog.

I ain't mean no disrespect.

Hello?

Who did?

Everything's gonna be okay.

Oh, my God.

Thank God you're here.

Oh.

What happened?

These guys stormed in demanding some money that Boom owed them.

They tied us up.

Wait. D-did they hurt you?

No.

Look--look, listen to me.

I love your mother very much,

and I'm gonna take care of you guys and protect you from now on, all right?

I love you, too, Tee.

Look, we're gonna get a new house,

a place that we could call home

and start a big, happy family and have fun.

So, even though it's not a church event,

you actually gonna let me model at Hair Wars?

Under one condition.

I get to go.

- For real? - Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Mama. Thank you.

- Yes! - You're welcome.

Ugh.

I'm not dressed. Please turn around.

Look, Lucille, I'm sorry.

I lost my way.

I want to make it up to you.

Yeah, I don't see how that can happen.

The Bible says love is patient.

Love is kind.

Love does not keep record of wrongdoings.

Hmm, well, I do.

Hey.

What's going on?

Uh, Chambers is out.

Special Agent Alvarez is in,

and he's giving me a shot at K-9.

You mean us.

Of course, Detective Jin.

We got three witnesses

who saw you shoot Coach Winkie Johnson

outside St. Celia's gym.

Only three?

We've got multiple witnesses

on multiple murders

and a handful of associates who are willing to talk right now

unless you give us the names of all of your local dealers.

You guys think...

these scary-ass tactics that po-po use on Miami Vice

gonna work on a nigga like me?

I'm a fucking G, nigga.

You better ask somebody.

I think I will.

Bring her in.

Get the fuck outta here.

Babe?

What the hell you doing here?

I told them about the spot near the Marathon plant...

where Winkie's body

and that dude from the drive-by are buried.

My agents are there right now digging up the bodies.

She don't know what the fuck she talkin' about.

I even told them where you stashed all the weapons

in the ceiling at the gambling spot.

You fucking skank-ass bitch!

You wouldn't be shit without me.

Don't let me see your ass again!

- Fuck you! - Fuck!

We got two dozen people corroborating.

Sit your ass down.

The names.

Ohh...

All right.

All right, look...

I'm willing to snitch on C-Bubble and L-A Tone

from the Six Mile...

...Fat Cat bitch ass from the Eastside...

...Kwame from Schoolcraft.

And I can't forget

my cock-sucking Colombian connect Sina.

If any of them motherfuckers got a problem,

tell 'em to come see me.

What about Terry and Meech Flenory?

Now, what the fuck you wearing

them Poindexter-ass glasses in the house for?

Man, fuck you, Meech. My head hurt.

I saw Zoe...

who all but confirmed that shit was Lamar.

That motherfucker gotta go, Tee, flat out.

Boys.

Um, look...

I'm trying to make things right with your mom.

So we having a family dinner tomorrow night.

It'd mean a lot if we all together.

Don't trip, Pops. We'll be there.

Thank you both.

♪ Was it all for nothing? ♪

♪ Was it a waste of time? ♪

♪ Did they do all that fighting ♪

♪ Mm, just to watch you die? ♪

♪ I need you to leave ♪

♪ Leave ♪

Nigga... what the fuck are you doing?

You been in the same motherfucking spot for hours.

Did you at least eat something?

Look, man, at least, man,

go take a piss, man.

I don't need you having no motherfucking accidents in my place.

When I asked you about being hungry, man,

that's not what the fuck I was talking about.

You need to chill on this shit, man.

Don't nobody tell me what the fuck to do!

You understand me, huh?

The fuck?

Okay, chill, nigga!

♪ Mm mm mm mm, mm-mm ♪

♪ Mm mm mm mm, mm mm mm mm ♪

All right, Salt-N-Pepa.

I'm just getting ready for Hair Wars.

Hey, I got tickets for y'all and LaWanda.

She does not need to come, Nikki.

Smells good, Pops.

Hey, y'all ready to eat?

You know it.

You look nice.

Who's gonna say the blessing?

The prodigal son has returned, so Meech can do the honors.

Thanks, Pops.

Heavenly Father,

thank You for allowing our family to reunite.

Bless this food. Bless everybody here.

And please give us the strength to carry on.

Amen.

Pops, I see you done stepped your game up.

No, just trying to give your mother a break.

I can't remember

the last time we had a family dinner together.

Well, I can.

I mean, you weren't here, Demetrius. Mabel was.

Now, did you have that affair with that jezebel

- before or after we ate? - Seriously?

Fish rot from the head down,

which is exactly what you are,

sitting at the head of this damn table.

You made your point, Lucille.

Sorry you hurtin', Ma.

Thank you, baby.

What is it, Demetrius?

Monique's dead.

My God, what happened?

They found her at a car wash.

What about Zoe and Tiara?

Who's gonna take care of those babies?

Moe's mom gonna take them in,

and you know I got 'em for life, Ma.

Lord, give me strength.

Just so much bad news.

Yo, Hoop called.

K-9 and his crew got popped.

Word is he snaking.

♪ Oh, oh oh oh ♪

♪ Yeah, oh yeah ♪

Hey, Mike.

One of my dancers is complainin' you not tryin' to pay her.

Thought I was good,

seeing as you still haven't given me them two niggas

that you brought in my rim shop to rob me.

How the fuck you get robbed gambling?

All I need is the contact info

on them motherfuckers, then you and I straight, baby.

You know me well enough to know

you don't ask me no dumb shit like that.

Well, then pay me the $100,000 that I lost--

Get the fuck outta here, Mike.

That kitty wasn't even that high.

Well, interest is a bitch.

Get your Winnie the Pooh ass the fuck up out my club.

♪ Get it on the back ♪

♪ I'm tryin' ta get it on the back ♪

You late.

She got you pissin' sitting down yet, nigga?

Sam already agreed

to let us clean our cash at the gas station,

but where the hell we gonna pack the cars?

I'm 20 steps ahead of you, baby bro.

I already locked down a spot with Nikki's boss, Selena.

Nigga, why you smiling like your nuts just dropped?

'Cause for once,

I actually agree with your stupid ass, Meech.

Look, with K-9 snitching like it's a fucking antidote,

we could be snatched away from our loved ones any second.

And skipping town again? It wouldn't be no different.

The D's our muh'fucking home.

I ain't backing down from shit no more.

It's our time now, Tee.

Damn. Good shit.

I don't even remember, like,

he still had that, like, built-up rage

from the fact that Bruiser killed Tristan.

But, then, like, you know, TJ--

Bruiser can't just let Menace bleed out.

Superheroes don't do that.

I mean, all superheroes have flaws.

Yo, is your eyes glitchin'?

I know you broke into my house.

Man, leave me the fuck out your stories.

Hey, man, don't push me again.

Or what?

Yeah.

Fuck these wack-ass drawings.

Everybody knows

Detroit's the car capital of the world.

But we also known as the Black hair capital.

♪ Let it speak to ya ♪

♪ Let it fill your bones ♪

In 1985, a Detroit DJ started a weekly party

known as Exotic Hair Night.

It quickly became one of the biggest parties in the D.

Shit popped so hard, they renamed it Hair Wars

and made it quarterly.

Hey, y'all, I'm Hump the Grinder,

the creator of this hair entertainment production

called Hair Wars.

It's--it's 6:05,

and that means it's time for us to get all the way live,

'cause we gonna give it to you the way you want it.

Come on.

Man, fuck lover boy, man.

I ain't goin' over there.

Stylin' Beauty Salon

in Ecorse, Michigan,

is coming up with its own Phoenix Is Rising hairdo,

styled by Selena Nargos

and modeled by Nicole Flenory.

Nikki looking fly as hell.

No doubt.

What's good, Pops?

- Hey. - Ma Dukes.

Hey.

How y'all doing?

Meech told us about your mom, Brian, all right?

Very sorry for your loss.

Yeah, I'm still trying to get through it.

Hey, listen, you're family.

If you need anything, don't hesitate.

Hey, Ma. What's up, Pops?

This my new lady, Markesha.

It's nice to meet you two.

But you already have a lady

who's pregnant with your second child.

Hey, maybe we should stay out--

Don't you think you a little long in the tooth

- to be dating my son? - Mom.

Your son is more mature than most.

I'm sure you've had many.

Terry?

LaWanda, what the hell are you doin' here?

I was backstage helping Nicole.

Oh, so this your new little plaything.

- Hmm. - I can hardly recognize

the heifer without your head between her legs.

- Oh, all right. - I know this

bargain-basement bitch ain't talking shit,

trying to have her hair styled the same way as mine.

- Who you talking to? - I'm talking to you, bitch.

- Chill-- - I fucking hate your ass.

Fuck you, bitch! I'm outta here!

- Fuck! - She ain't worth it.

Kesha, wait.

Saint, what the fuck are you doing here?

Checking out the show, making sure you good.

- I'm good. - Hmm.

You sure know how to get around.

But I'm gonna say this once and once time only.

Stay the fuck away from Boom's bitch.

Who the fuck you calling a bitch?

- Hey, Kesha. - Or...

you won't be getting around no more.

Hey, fuck you, nigga.

Y'all have a nice night.

Get off me!

♪ If you wanna ride ♪

♪ Don't ride the white horse ♪

♪ If you wanna ride ♪

♪ Don't ride the white horse ♪

♪ White horse ♪

♪ Don't ride the white horse ♪

♪ White horse ♪

♪ Don't ride the white horse ♪

Who the fuck is you?

Huh?

I said who the fuck is you, nigga!

Who the fuck is you?

I get it.

Everybody you love is gone,

and it's all your fault.

Shit, ain't nothin' for a nigga to do

except...

Look here, I don't know what the fuck the Flenorys got on K-9,

but he sang on everybody except them.

Well, either he really likes them, or they're just lucky as fuck.

Huh. Ain't no such thing as luck.

Bryant, you got a call on line one.

All right.

This is Bryant.

Belle Isle, alone, two o'clock--

got somebody who wanna holler face-to-face.

Oh, who the hell is that?

Everything okay?

Meech... wants to meet at Belle Isle.

Alone.

I'll be back in a bit.

So...

what the fuck is all this?

Remember you once told me

you had the power to make a motherfucker disappear?

Well, call me the Hood Houdini,

'cause I can make 'em reappear.

Hey, Leander, you remember Detective Bryant right here?

Uh, yes. I met him and his partner

in the interrogation room at the Ecorse Police Station.

Oh, that was in regards to the abduction and murder of Jay-Mo?

Uh, yes. I, uh, seen a young man getting tossed

in a, uh, dark-colored Ford LTD.

What, like a police cruiser?

Yes.

Oh, I wouldn't dare ask the description of the abductor.

I mean, not with this big, Black Cujo-looking motherfucker

standing right here in front of me.

Checkmate. Now what, bitch?

That's cute.

- You still can't prove shit. - Oh, I can't?

But you was the last one who seen Jay-Mo alive.

And I'm guessing your arrogant ass

still got that muh'fucking gun, huh?

So you gonna drop that gun off to B-Mickie in an hour,

or I'm gonna have them witnesses drop

a pretty little description of your ugly-ass fucking face.

So what?

So you want Leander to visit your commander in chief,

sing like Luther Vandross, nigga?

Trust me when I say...

I'm gonna wipe that fuckin' smile off your face.

You can't, 'cause then I'm just gonna send my condolences

to little Kevin.

And we got a police scanner,

in case you got stupid and called for backup.

Yeah, you know, you violated my fucking family for so long,

it's about time I fucking demonstrate.

I found a preacher.

Seemed decent, honorable.

I-I told him of my transgressions, and...

...he thinks he can help us with a path forward.

Yeah, uh...

I found somebody, too--

a divorce attorney.

What the hell are you talkin' about?

I'm tired of the fightin', Charles.

I don't want the kids thinkin' that this is normal.

You have not been happy for a long time.

The dirty magazines, the lying, Mabel.

Truth is, I haven't been happy either.

I mean, this was not the life I hoped for.

Maybe it's a good thing I got caught.

No more secrets.

We can start fresh.

God's giving us a second chance.

Maybe God is giving us a second chance...

just not with each other.

Lucille...

I never imagined life without you.

Uh... what the fuck?

No, no, no, no, no. Wait, wai--

Bryant.

What the fuck you doing here?

You snooping again?

Look, I know you're hiding shit from me,

but I heard the call about Kevin on the radio,

and I wanted to make sure you're okay.

What call?

Stand down!

Stand down! It's my son.

All units stand down.

My kid!

Hey, uh...

Hey, Kevin?

- Hey, hey. - Dad.

I messed up.

- Oh, man. - I'm so sorry.

Dad, you've gotta believe me when I say that was an accident.

He--he just wouldn't leave me alone, and I didn't know what else to do,

so I got the gun outta the safe--

It's okay. Look, look, I know it was self-defense.

That's all it was, okay? You hear me?

Come on, I got you.

I got you, man.

It's gonna be okay.

I'm right here.

Okay.

I love you.

I'm sorry, Kevin.

- What--Dad, what is she doing? - I need you to calm down.

I don't need you to talk to anybody, you hear me?

Is she arresting me?

- Dad-- - Look, I don't want you to

say nothing to nobody, Kevin. You get it?

- I-I said it was-- - Hey, hey.

I got you.

I'm gonna work this out, okay?

Dad, I don't wanna go to jail--please!

- I said it was an accident. - Careful, careful.

No wonder Bryant never came back with B-Mick's gun.

Yo, Meech, did you see this shit?

Or this one.

"Ninth Grader with Nine Millimeter Murders Many."

They charging Bryant's kid

for Jay-Mo's, Kato's, and that other little kid's murder,

which means B-Mickie's gun is in the clear.

Yo...

the eagle has fuckin' landed!

And we got 500 keys?

Hell, yeah.

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

- Everything is tied up. - Man.

Yo, B-Mickie's not, though.

Man, y'all bugging if y'all think Bryant'll ever go down quiet,

not to mention I ain't even handled this Lamar shit yet.

I got niggas all over the city hunting that muh'fucker down.

Meech, let me holler at you for a second.

Bro, I did not get back in this game to lose you.

What the fuck is you talking about?

We got everything we wanted.

The shipment from the Colombians--got that.

Bryant's nullified. The nigga's done.

Our expansion plans is in motion, and...

Look, just let that Lamar shit go.

That motherfucker killed Monique-- the mother of one of my kids, nigga--

Nedo, Sockie, Darius.

That nigga went after Nikki and threatened Mama.

Popped me and probably popped your muh'fucking ass,

and you talking about reevaluatin'.

Meech, we're not killers.

We're businessmen.

Speak for your-motherfucking-self.

An investigation into your actions will be launched immediately.

Hand over your gun and badge.

What possessed you to suppress a murder weapon?

Look, I'ma fully cooperate.

I just need to help my son.

Well, you should've thought of that

before you broke the chain of custody with that gun.

I get it. Okay, so--so...

what if I get Mickie to confess to Kato and Jay-Mo?

Then that at least takes those two off of Kevin.

There is no way

I'm letting you anywhere near this investigation.

Look, blowback from this is gonna be hard and fast.

B-Mickie's prints are on the gun.

A confession might soften the impact.

What if I took a stab at him?

All right, fine, but on one condition.

You take your ass home, and you don't talk to anyone

unless it's me or your goddamn union rep.

Hey, Jin.

- Thanks for stepping up. - Fuck you.

I'm doing this for Kevin, not your trifling ass.

It's Detective Jin. I'm alone.

Brian, I know you're in there. Open up.

Come on, open up.

What the fuck do you want, man?

I ain't got shit to say to no crooked-ass cop.

I know that Bryant was holding that gun over your head

and that you broke into his house to get it.

And I'm sorry that he moved

your mother into that shitty hospital before she died.

None of that shit will bring her back.

Look, what Bryant did was fucked up.

But they have the gun now.

And once they connect the dots,

you're gonna be facing multiple life sentences.

Now, if you confess, I can try to get you less time.

And when you're out,

we'll put you somewhere safe for a fresh start.

I'd be in cuffs by now if y'all really had shit on me.

You know that, right? Bluffing-ass bitch.

Looks like the rabbit finally caught the wolf, huh?

Go ahead, then, shit.

I'll send your regards to Monique--go on.

This for all the fire you hailed down on us.

But, most importantly, this is for me.

I'm the nigga stopped you dead in your tracks.

See, you learned something.

In order to take down the Devil, you gotta go down to hell with him.

I'ma keep your seat warm for you.

Go on, bitch.

You twisted fuck.

This what you want, huh?

You don't deserve the easy way out.

Nigga, nothin' in my life ever been easy.

Why the fuck would I put your sorry ass

out your misery

when I could just watch you suffer?

You see this?

This gonna feel like a noose.

It's gonna get tighter and tighter every day on your neck

until you can't fucking breathe no more.

Go on, bitch.

Smoke that shit.

Keep feeding his ass so we can keep him this way.

I threw a little extra in there, too, for your help.

The hell you cheesing about?

I took care of Lamar's bitch ass just the way you wanted.

Yeah?

Look, man, I ain't gonna lie. You was right.

There was a better way.

But now I'm asking you to respect the way I handle B-Mick.

Now I know something's up. What's up?

All right, look...

It's time for us to take this show on the road, Tee,

and head back down south.

Wait, wait. I don't--I don't understand.

You just said we got rid of Lamar.

Everything's done. The streets is bleeding BMF.

I want more.

With the work coming in from Florida, I'll be closer to the source.

What happened to womb to the tomb?

We men now, Tee.

Now, it's impossible for us to run a crew from the same city

without stepping on each other's toes.

Besides, this how we about to blow up.

So you begged me to come back so we could end shit like this?

We not ending a motherfucking thing.

Just changin'.

With me running distro out of ATL

and you still holding shit down as king of the D,

we'll still be womb to the tomb,

just 700 miles apart.

700 miles apart, huh?

And...

nigga, I'm about to throw the biggest going-away party ever.

I'm talking about the biggest shit niggas ever seen,

and they gonna be talkin' about it for years.

Yeah, I don't doubt that.

You know I'm still not over this B-Mickie shit,

though, right?

♪ My Adidas ♪

♪ Walk through concert doors ♪

♪ And roam all over coliseum floors ♪

♪ I stepped onstage at Live Aid ♪

♪ All the people gave And the poor got paid ♪

♪ And out of speakers I did speak ♪

♪ I wore my sneakers But I'm not a sneak ♪

♪ My Adidas touch the sand Of a foreign land ♪

♪ With mic in hand I cold took command ♪

What's up, boy? You want to get one of these Polish dogs?

Now, you know I'll never say no to no hot food.

That's how I know you my son.

Hey, um, look, Pops...

whatever happened with you and Ma,

just--just know I-I always want you in my kids' life

and mine's, too, so don't even sweat it.

Uh-oh, what you up to now?

Just thinking about that glow on your face

when me and you used to jam in the church band together.

We did tear it up.

I'm surprised your heathen behind remembers.

After all the sacrifices you made, Pops,

especially for our family,

putting up with me, Tee, Nikki, and Mama,

it's the least I could do.

Ooh.

Yo, that's dope.

I hope you like it.

Love you, Meech.

I love you, too, Pops.

- Well I'll be damned. - Uh-uh.

A wanderin' eye's what got you in trouble the first time.

Oh, my--

Ma?

Which one of y'all's gonna dance with me?

That's gonna be me.

Come on, baby. Show me what you got.

I ain't get no invite, so I really wasn't sure.

Shit.

You're not a part of this no more.

What the fuck are you talkin' about?

You my brother, B.

And the only reason

why I ain't send you where Kato and your mama is yet

is 'cause I got some love for you.

Sterl saw you rapping with Bryant's partner.

Nigga, I can never trust you no more.

Meech, listen--

Keep my fucking name out your mouth.

Don't call me no more. Don't come around me no more.

Come on, Meech.

Nigga, you dead to me.

Man, fuck him.

That muh'fucker's lucky he's not dead right now.

What up, Meech? This your going-away party.

So we gonna jam or what?

Hmm.

Hey, Chuck, play my shit.

The ho love you, Meech.

♪ Smoother than cane, I'm back to the game ♪

♪ I'm out in the streets, That's how I was trained ♪

♪ You need to see it, So why would I change ♪

♪ This is for game, They got it for me ♪

♪ Out of the box, Out of the frame ♪

Hey, Kev.

Dad. You're finally here to take me home?

Uh, not yet, man.

Hey, b-but, look, um, I did bring your comic book and, uh--

Uh, in case you wanted to draw something new

while we wait, till, you know, they figure this out.

Okay, come on, sit down, let's--let's talk about it.

Now, you know,

I had a chance to look at your comic book there, man.

- Uh-huh. - That Bruiser character, man--

he kinda look like me a little bit, right?

Yeah, he...

he basically is you,

except with glasses and just, you know, a little cooler.

He's really durable.

He can probably jump really high,

but I had to try to balance it out

by introducing some really, really strong villains.

Man, we don't ever gotta worry

about our lights being cut off again.

Putting cardboard in our shoes to plug holes in 'em.

Sharing bowls of milk in our cereal.

Real shit, though, Tee--we did everything we said we would.

For real.

Yeah, honestly, I just didn't think it would cost us this much.

So you out to become rich in Atlanta?

I might have to go to jail for it,

but at least I know I ain't gonna die.

Remember after I got shot at the Coney Island,

you told me you'd do anything for me?

You mind looking after my mama while I'm gone?

Shit.

Just tell me when you meet Janet Jackson.

And I want every detail,

down to the smell of her motherfucking hair.

I love you, dog.

You already know.

It's your kingdom now, Tee.

Womb to the tomb.

Love you.

All right, I love you, too. Drive safe.

Don't be fucking all the hos in Atlanta either.

Meech was looking for a new beginning.

So was I.

So we went our separate ways, thinkin' nothin' would change.

Needless to say, we were wrong.

Hey, Goldie, he good?

Oh, yeah, baby, he good.

What up, doe? What's crackin'?

I'm surprised your ass showed up.

You were supposed to be here yesterday.

I did bring some souvenirs for our new business arrangement.

I know you gonna like that.

One thing about your little cute ass, Meech--

when you show up, baby, you know how to show up.

I'm from the D, Goldie. What can you expect?

Well, look, we gonna talk shop here--

I'm back!

Where you at, Goldie, huh?

Uhh--

Uhh--

Fuck.

Fuck you, bitch.

This the last time you disrespect me, motherfucker.

Ashes to ashes, nigga.

That's that nigga from the rim shop?

Yeah. And he connected in with these cats from auto racin'

that sponsor his ass, and them cats tied into the Mob--

this cat named Robert Fulton.

And they gon' wanna know who took out they biggest earner,

which means me and my sister gotta get the fuck up out of Dodge.

Sissy. Sissy.

Come on, baby, we gotta get outta here.

I'm not going anywhere.

Come on, Sissy, we need to get outta here right now, baby.

We can't stay here no more. Come on.

Goldie, you know I love you.

I love you, too, which is why I'm saying come on.

We gotta get outta here.

But it's time for us to say our goodbyes.

I'm not ready to do that.

But I am.

You got your whole life ahead of you.

I want you to turn the machines off for me.

It's hard, I know,

but it's gonna be harder on the run,

and takin' care of me...

I can't, Sissy.

I can't do that.

But you have to...

for you and me, for both of us.

I can't. I don't wanna be alone.

You're not gonna be alone.

I'm gonna be right here with you.

Now go ahead and get to it.

I'm not ready. I'm not ready.

Your sister...

we give her her new beginning.

And I'm here for you.

It's okay.

Oh, Sissy, what I'ma do without you?

You'll be fine.

And we will see each other on the other side.

Sissy, I done done some real bad shit.

I don't know if God gonna let me through.

Sissy.

Okay, baby, I need you to listen to me.

Now, I'ma need you to go down to Magic City

and ask for this dude named Rodney Green.

You tell him Goldie sent you. He gon' take real good care of you.

Now, if Robert Fulton finds out that you helped me,

he will find you and skin your little ass the fuck alive.

You hear me, Detroit?

Big Meech in the building.

What's up, baby?

What's crackin', Dilla?

How you?

Yo, I'm actually looking for a Rodney Green.

Green?

- He in the back. - Okay.

So I appreciate you. Here you go.

Anytime.

Life has a way of making you think

that you're on your way to something bigger and better.

Hey, yo, Remi. Yo, you see what I'm seein'?

Well, I'll be goddamned.

Easy to forget about those pieces of your past

that could come back to hamper your future.

By the grace of God, Meech and I had beat the clock,

and maybe if I had left the crib,

I would've become a living legend like him.

But I loved my fishbowl and everyone in it.

I was the king of the D and had my queen by my side.

I think we should go house hunting tomorrow.

Okay.

So how many bedrooms you thinkin'?

Maybe four.

- Yo, what the fuck? Nigga, go. - Babe.

But a new battle for my kingdom had begun.

Saint, what the fuck?

- Get down! - Shit!

Black Mafia Family!

Family... family...

They-they joke a lot,

squeeze the life outta people.

Eat my shit,

motherfucker! Fuck you!

What did you do, Terry?

A-a-answer the damn question!

There ain't nothin' left to do but fight

fight... fight...

Get your fuckin' head in the game, nigga.

Meech and Tee don't run these streets

- no more, nigga, I do. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Your arms too short to play craps with a god.

- I run shit. - We-we-we--

We from Detroit, we from Detroit,

we from Detroit...

No matter what your Black ass think.

Nobody fires a shot at Lamar Silas

To me, it sound like a nigga want back in BMF.

"BMF," season two! Elevate! Elevate!

Elevate!

...ate...

Come on, yeah!

Come on, yeah!

Come on, yeah!