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Previously on Raising Kanan...

Uncle Marvin!

It was a white guy with tattoos.

She's lying.

I think I can get her to open up.

She really likes this family she's with.

Had to be this motherfucker 'Nique.

- Where 'Nique? - 'Nique gone.

The nigga ain't runnin', Marvin.

He just movin' on.

You need to move the fuck on too.

You double up the Vics?

Also bumped up the Xanax and the Ritalin.

Looks good.

We heard Breeze been playin' you

to the left for some new kid.

You actin' all grown...

but you still need your mama to wipe...

DefCon was my father too, Kanan.

He was with my moms before he got with yours.

You and me blood, nigga. Brothers.

We got a spot for you if you lookin'.

I know you didn't just ask me

if I wanted to work for you.

I don't give a fuck how many niggas you drop,

how many corners you take,

you will never be above me

'cause you can't climb that high, nigga.

Hell, you can't even see me!

Stay up...

gangster.

I know your product top-shelf,

and we got prior business together,

so this shit should be easy.

I'm interested.

Your mother, she's linked up

with Pino Bernardi...

- Your piece. - ...an unparalleled cocksucker.

Looks like business is booming.

Bitches wanna get paid.

...and Flossie Siegel...

Probably best if you don't call them bitches.

...who's got a stable of whores

that are now moving your mother's weight

around the city.

I still hate this shit for you.

Can't tell which one more bootleg,

your car or your crib.

I started paying him to step the fuck off

and also give me information.

- Where's the rest of it? - I'm gonna get you all of it,

I just need a minute.

I think you need to comprehend

the seriousness of what the fuck this is.

Flossie, she linked up with this drug dealer

who works out of this old club in the Village.

Please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want.

That's good, baby,

'cause we gonna need you to do some shit.

And then the kid who was in charge,

he said, "Tell Raq it was Kanan."

Pino can't protect you forever.

Fuck forever. I'm here right now.

Stefano gonna make a move on us.

We gotta get in front of that shit.

Can't be our people doin' the work, though.

I can reach out to Memphis. See if them crackers want it.

You only gonna get one crack at this work.

Fuck that up, you ain't gonna make it back to Tennessee.

- What's that? - Trouble.

Stefano comin' for us.

Not even your mans Don fuckin' Fettuccine in Manhattan

gon' be able to stop him.

Pino got his own beef with Stefano,

and he a heavy hitter.

Let's see what he talkin' 'bout before you start

pickin' out our fuckin' tombstones.

The way I see it, if we don't cop to nothin',

Pino ain't gon' do nothin'.

That nigga wanna stay paid,

and we makin' him a hell of a lot of money right now

with these girls movin' our work.

But Flossie might be deadin' our shit anyway.

She feelin' like there's somethin' wrong with our dope.

She right about that.

At least when it come to that judge.

Kanan grabbed that girl

and made her serve up that bad yayo.

How the fuck you just tellin' me this?

Because I wanted to figure out what to do next for myself

before you got stupid out here.

Flossie like you.

You gonna need to smooth this shit out with her.

What about Kanan?

We're gonna do wit' him what we're doin' wit' Stefano.

Sit tight and see how shit play out.

Can't just react.

Gotta be smart.

When niggas swimmin',

they can't tell it's rainin'.

Can't feel that shit at all 'cause they ass already wet.

And it's the same thing when you get caught up in the game.

You get in so deep,

you don't feel the storm headed your way.

And by the time you do,

it's too late 'cause you already drownin' anyway.

So stay out the water, nigga.

That shit ain't for you.

Your mother tried to have me whacked.

I ain't have shit to do with that.

- Word is bond. - "Word is bond"?

Whatever the fuck that means.

She's your mother, kid.

You expect me to believe that you'd take my side over hers?

This ain't about her side.

Or your side.

This is about my side.

And right now,

my side is your side.

I warned you

things with her could get messy.

And now... here we are.

Do what you gotta do.

I plan on it.

- You got somethin' for me? - Man, you always creepin'.

Where's the rest of my fuckin' money?

- You gotta give me a minute. - I don't gotta give you shit.

I'm a police officer.

I could put a case on you and your fuckin' family

whenever the fuck I want.

I'm gonna say it again

and you better fuckin' hear me.

Get me my fuckin' money

or something very bad's gonna happen to you.

There's no love lost between Manhattan and Queens.

Or me and Stefano Marchetti.

But he's still a fuckin' boss!

I don't know what you talkin' 'bout.

You hired some fuckin' hillbillies to take him out.

But he turned the tables on you.

I don't know shit about that.

Of course you don't.

This just some bullshit Stefano cooked up

so you'd step away from me.

Sorry motherfucker doin' anything he can

to fuck up our business together,

includin' offerin' up some garbage

about how I tried to hit him.

Fuck outta here with that bullshit.

I'll let Stefano know that you and I spoke.

You got some big old fuckin' balls.

Ain't balls.

It's all heart.

Where Breeze shit at?

Who the fuck are you?

I ain't got time for this, man.

Go get me the work.

I don't fuckin' know you, man.

Serious?

I'm wit' Breeze.

You not wit' Breeze

until Breeze tells me you wit' Breeze.

You been seein' Kanan at all?

Not really.

Chopped it up at Lamont's for a minute a while back.

Hmm. Kanan busy doin' his own shit.

What kind of shit he doin'?

Whatever the fuck he do.

Why?

Just tryin' to keep track of him.

That cop pressin' up hard on me for the rest of his money.

Of course he is.

You got that nigga on the take

but you ain't givin' him what he's supposed to be takin'.

Postin' up behind the bar ain't payin' me enough.

I still don't know why you fuckin'

with this police in the first place.

All that's gonna be is trouble.

I wanna start movin' my own work.

Hell no.

I'm already posted up at the club.

I didn't want you there. You forced me into that.

I wanna bring on my own peoples for deliveries

and take a piece of whatever they bring in.

You already way closer to this shit than I ever wanted.

Either I'ma do it wit' you

or I'ma do it wit' somebody else...

but I'm doin' it.

I'm tired of everybody gettin' paid but me.

Your Aunt Raq and me...

gon' take a big piece of whatever you bring in.

I know how it works.

You think you do.

But you don't.

And that's what scare the hell outta me.

This motherfucker don't wanna listen.

Fuck you doin', Jorge?

I don't even know this kid and he's tellin' me what to do?

When he told you me and him workin' together,

that's all you needed to know.

I never even seen him before.

How was I supposed to know he was tellin' the truth?

I was protectin' you.

And where's Taz at anyway?

He's the one I usually fuck wit'.

Taz unavailable.

Just like you 'bout to be, nigga.

Mm-hmm.

I understand that you and the fish man in Queens

are not so friendly anymore.

Don't know what the fuck you heard,

but I ain't got no beef with anybody out in Queens.

I'm successful and alive because I have respected

other organizations' boundaries,

and in turn, they have respected mine.

You'd be wise to do the same.

You should take your own advice...

and respect me and my fuckin' boundaries.

'Cause you oversteppin', Joaquin.

You have no boundaries.

That's the problem.

Slow down, girl.

That strawberry ain't goin' nowhere.

How your new family treatin' you?

I really like them.

And I think they like me too.

I'm happy for you.

I want you to have a great life.

Uncle Marvin?

The police talked to me again.

And you told 'em what happened,

about the white boy with all them tattoos.

They don't believe me.

And they said they're gonna take me away

from my new family if I don't tell the truth.

Police just tryin' to scare you.

They do that with everybody.

They're only gonna know what you tell 'em.

So stick to that story and you're good, okay?

Okay, Uncle Marvin.

You went hard as hell on that nigga.

If you throwin' that first punch,

you better be throwin' the last one too.

- There you go. - That pill shit all me.

Snaps and Pop ain't involved.

I want you to have a piece...

but it gotta stay between us.

That's a good look.

Appreciate it.

I take care of my brother.

I take care of mines.

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout.

I heard about that shit wit' your mama's ho.

Who the fuck told you about that shit? Krank?

Chatty-ass nigga.

Raq hit our shit.

I'ma hit hers.

You wanna hit back...

you gonna have to get somethin' for it.

If it ain't about business, it ain't about shit.

Wanna fuck wit' your moms,

make sure it's about this work.

Business gotta be personal.

Personal gotta be business.

To what do I owe this fuckin' pleasure?

I heard you dodged another bullet.

Just wanna make sure you're safe and sound.

Men like us are never safe.

And the only sound we hear

is the clock ticking away on the time we got left.

Hello. Come in. Come in.

You want coffee?

Uh, no. I'm fine.

Here. Come.

Sit over here. Sit here.

I was horrified.

When I heard what happened...

It's a fuckin' sacrilege!

The call came from your house.

The fuckin' dark queen of death over there.

Raquel Thomas.

I asked her about it.

She said she had nothin' to do with it.

Bullshit.

I got it straight from the trailer trash

she hired to hit me that it was her.

It's my understanding that the shooters

are no longer with us

to confirm this particular version of events.

You callin' me a liar, Pino?

No. I'm not callin' you anything.

My friend, I'm merely suggesting that you and Raquel

have a turbulent past.

But that's got nothin' to do with me.

She works for you.

She works for herself!

I'm just her current landlord

from whom she rents space to conduct her business.

If she owes back rent to her former landlord,

that ain't my fuckin' problem.

She pays her rent.

On time and in full.

And, Stefano...

just so we understand each other...

...anybody fucks with my tenants...

they fuck with me.

When it come to family in the same line of work,

sometimes business and personal get all crossed up.

For my mom,

that shit is one and the same.

Raq only half of you.

You still half Stark. Remember that.

How you both DefCon's son

and Snaps and Pop's nephew?

Far as I know, they wasn't family to each other.

I woulda heard that shit.

Snaps my mama's brother.

They name's Henry, though.

Where Frady come from?

After Def went in...

my moms met some righteous nigga.

Married her, and gave us his name.

You know Raq killed DefCon.

Heard rumors.

Your moms took out our pops and grabbed up his work.

That's how she move.

That's how she do.

Snaps and Pop loved Def.

That's why they hate Raq so damn much.

I ain't know the nigga Def enough to give a fuck about him,

but you should know

your moms ain't hesitate puttin' down the father of her child.

Family don't mean shit to her.

Nobody need to tell me who my moms is.

Not ever.

Thought you was done with this Lo-Life, Juke.

I hit you 'cause I got other work for you.

Real work.

Uh-oh.

Sound like Juke on that Southside Jamaica gangsterism.

You gon' be makin' ten times

what you was makin' behind that Lo-Life bullshit.

No more robbin' trucks or stores.

Just straight deliveries.

I'm tryin' to get at the rest of the old crew too.

I got work for everybody.

Check you out, bringin' the ruckus.

The ruckus been brought, nigga.

Now it's time to get paid.

That's what I'm talkin' about. Yeah!

Situation with Judge Baker is a real disaster, Marvin.

He was bought and paid for by quite a few people,

so his loss is gonna impact their business.

Need to make sure that the product you're putting out

isn't gonna kill anyone else.

This junkie-ass judge took more than he could handle.

Shit ain't got nothin' to do with our dope.

Okay. Well, I'm putting my trust in you.

I can't have any more of my clients dropping dead.

That's bad for business. Yours and mine.

What you call this again?

A "ba sistah"?

A bat mitzvah.

You're really interested in all this Jewish stuff.

I like when somebody believe in somethin'.

There's a bat mitzvah almost every Saturday

at Park Avenue Synagogue right down the street.

Just let me know if you wanna go,

you can be my plus-one.

I'm down.

So you don't ever talk about what happened to your daughter.

My bad.

I get it. I'm sorry.

Shit ain't none of my business.

No. It's okay.

It's just that it hurts.

But just because it hurts

doesn't mean I don't talk about it.

In fact, my shrink said

I'm supposed to talk about what hurts.

That it's the best thing I can do.

I heard that.

It's the oldest story in the book.

Shira fell for the wrong guy.

He was a real piece of shit.

Son of one of these Wall Street assholes

and the kid liked to drink.

So they were at his family's house in the Hamptons

and he needed cigarettes.

So he and Shira got in his car,

and they didn't even make it half a mile away

before he crossed the double line

and drove head-on into a fucking delivery van.

Hmm.

Shira was killed.

Instantly.

He walked away with just a bruise on his shoulder.

And then his rich father got him a great lawyer

and he skated with probation.

That's that white man's justice.

About a year later, he was drunk

on the subway platform at 14th Street late at night

and...

somehow fell in front of the 3 train.

They were mopping up what was left of him for days.

Them platforms pretty big.

I guess he was pretty drunk then.

Look what the cat dragged in.

I was in the neighborhood.

Bullshit you were.

I might have some work for you.

Doing what?

Shit that'll pay your bills.

Despite what you might think, I don't come cheap.

If you did...

I wouldn't fuck wit' you.

Who are you?

Where's Taz?

Y'all are fuckin' wit' me now.

That gon' be a problem?

Man, fuck Lil' Taz.

He was a dick.

Always bitchin' about somethin'.

More like Lil' Spaz, you know what I'm sayin'?

Get this shit out my ride.

Grab this. Out here.

You know how to do it, huh? Okay.

Hey, come talk over with me.

What do you know about Raquel Thomas?

I know everybody always talkin' 'bout her.

Seem like she always up in the mix somehow.

That's because she's a fuckin' plague.

Like an infection that- that lingers and festers.

I need you to disrupt her operation,

even though we can't hit her directly.

She's got protection from Manhattan.

But we can fuck up her supply.

And if she can't earn,

she ain't worth lookin' after

and Pino will cut her loose.

Kanan sayin' Raq usin' hos to move product in the city.

Yeah, I'm-I'm aware.

I'll handle that piece of it.

Don't take this the wrong way, Mr. Marchetti,

but what the fuck does Raq have to do with our work?

I mean, we up in Queens while she fuckin' wit' Manhattan.

I don't care if she's in Tipperary or Timbuk-fuckin'-tu.

She tried to kill me.

She's gotta answer for that.

This ends with her dead.

No other conclusion to this story's acceptable to me.

We're not doin' that, Kanan.

You sure?

This isn't just about money for me anymore.

Bein' with you is about the only place

I feel safe right now.

One of the other girls was with this trick who ended up

dying from this blow she sold him.

Flossie sayin' he ODed, but...

I heard she got grabbed up

and these guys forced her to move bad shit.

Damn.

I don't know if it's true.

And I don't even wanna know.

Either way, this shit's fucked up.

I ain't gon' let nothin' bad happen to you, Jarita.

I got you.

I promise.

Why don't you take some glazed home to the fam?

That's the rest of what she owes you.

It's about fuckin' time.

I wasn't gon' get involved,

it's my daughter's deal, not mine, but...

she's still a kid so she don't know how this shit work yet.

You got all your money now.

Tell me what you know about Famous.

Nothin' more than what's already out there.

He disappeared and then his body turned up.

No idea who did it or why.

Street sayin' police did him.

Let's not start pointin' fingers at our new friend, Juke.

The police just don't murder people.

Now you just sayin' dumb shit.

Niggas out here target practice for police.

What you know about these cops,

Buckley and Roland?

What about 'em?

They dirty.

I don't know that to be true, but even if they are,

they're not out here killin' people.

They're shakedown guys.

Small-timers.

Well...

you big-time now, detective.

You got your money.

Go get me information about Fame.

It's not like I can just magically solve some case

that's been cold for months.

You're gonna need to manage your expectations.

I gotta go.

I hope it's gon' be worth your money.

That cop,

better hope it's gon' be worth my money.

I visited with Stefano.

Needless to say,

he was in a very sour mood.

Fuck Stefano Marchetti and his mood.

I vouched for you.

Told him you're not to be touched.

But...

...he's pretty fuckin' pissed off.

What's that mean?

It means he knows you tried to kill him.

And even more importantly,

he knows that I know you tried to kill him.

And that's not something he can simply ignore.

You above him.

He ain't gon' fuck wit' you.

No one's ever content

with their current station in life, Raquel.

They're always looking to climb the ladder.

Takin' me out...

would be a real feather in Stefano's cap.

So you think he want your spot and he comin' for you?

Not yet,

but sometime in the not too distant future,

I'm quite certain he'll make his move.

Fear not, though,

I'll get to him before he gets to me.

I always do.

Meanwhile, I heard a rumor

that your son is working with Stefano.

Any merit to said rumor?

Kanan do what he wanna do.

I ain't checkin' him like that.

Ohh, what a tangled web we weave.

So Kanan is in league,

with the same guy who wants to put a bullet in your head,

and that doesn't concern you?

What concerns me is moving this work and making this money.

Anything outside of that is noise

that's fuckin' wit' my focus.

Look...

Kanan a damn kid.

He just figured out how to tie his own fuckin' shoes last week.

If I ain't worried about him, you shouldn't be neither.

If-If I may offer a piece of unsolicited advice.

I'd be very mindful of your kid.

If he's in cahoots with Stefano,

you can be goddamn sure,

he's sharing all sorts of family secrets.

And that's not good.

For you or me.

I'm keepin' an eye on him.

Ohh, if I were you, I'd be doing a hell of a lot more

than just keepin' an eye on him.

You got kids?

Two boys and a girl.

Older, though.

So you know how these kids always actin' out,

tryin' to make space between them and they parents.

They gotta fuck shit up wit' you

so they can feel like they grown.

Shrinks call it "soiling the nest."

But they're talkin' about kids

stayin' out too late or not doin' the fuckin' dishes.

It's a very different proposition

than Kanan working with the cocksucker

that wants you dead!

I'm not takin' out my son,

if that's what you gettin' at, Mr. Bernardi.

Not for you or nobody else.

Who said anything about takin' him out?

I'm just saying

kids need discipline.

And a good parent knows when to use a heavy hand.

And...

I'm just wondering...

are you a good parent, Raquel?

You wanna go for dinner later or something?

I got a date, but I can blow it off.

I got business to handle.

What kind of business is that?

The kind of business

that ain't nobody else business.

I'm not a dummy, Kanan.

I know you into some shit

and I knew it right when I met you.

I'ma take you out tomorrow.

Somewhere good.

Be safe.

Now that I'm givin' freebies,

I'm invested in you.

Ah.

As soon as you set foot in Queens,

cost of real estate doubled.

So now it's a dime instead of a nickel?

You.

Hi, Stefano. It's good to see you.

How are you, sweetheart? Huh?

Geez, every time I lay eyes on you,

I understand why your father

kept you away from all us goombahs.

Well, wish he had done the same

when it came to orthodontists.

Woulda saved me from a fucked up marriage

and an even shittier divorce.

Well, therein lies the rub.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

At least you know what you're gettin'

when it comes to one of us.

Civilians?

- Full of surprises. - Hmm.

I'm here out of respect for you, Stefano.

For you,

and what you meant to my father.

But...

I can't let you tell me how to run my business

and I won't have you tell me who I can and can't work with.

She's a cancer, Flossie.

Raq lays waste to anything she touches.

I respect you too much to even have this conversation,

but what you need to understand, on principle alone,

is that I will not allow anyone

to make decisions for me about my work.

I'm sure you feel the same way about your organization.

And I would never dare force your hand.

I'm just trying to alert you to a threat

that is in your midst.

You look good.

You're aging gracefully.

Yeah, smoke and mirrors.

Doc says my-my colon looks like Dresden.

Dresden's still here.

So are you.

I have endless affection for you, Floss.

That's why I feel compelled to tell you one last time...

she's trouble.

The affection is mutual

and the warning is appreciated.

Moshe'd be real proud of you.

Until he took his last breath,

my father wanted me to be a boy.

So the only way I could make him proud

is to figure out a way to grow a dick.

Well, you know, dicks are overrated.

Tell me about it.

Load up on broccoli and cauliflower.

It's good for the colon.

- Okay. - Good to see you, Stefano.

Well, look, take care, okay?

- Okay. Thanks. - All right.

Bye.

You drop to 100.

Let's go to Donna who had $9,500.

And she too is shaking her head.

Why is that? She wrote down,

"What is economics?"

So if you risked more than $3,200,

then Dave Gordon...

...will be the new Jeopardy! champion.

Your wager was...

$4,301.

- You risked... - Fuckin' Final Jeopardy!

takin' out all these suckas.

You ready to do this?

Can't call it.

'Cause I don't know what the fuck we doin'.

We workin', nigga.

Always workin'.

Hmm.

I missed you.

I missed you too.

Mm.

Mmm.

We're playing...

office girl tonight.

Let me go try it on.

Was it too big or too small?

I'm not feelin' so good. Maybe next time.

W-Wait! Maybe...

Maybe we could...

The same thing will happen to you someday.

And I'm gonna deserve it.

Just like you.

Kanan!

Go! Go!

You still workin' the Figueroa case?

I know it landed back on your desk.

- Shawn Figueroa? - Mm-hmm.

By the time the four-zero sent it back,

just looking at that case gave me frostbite.

Nothing to do there.

One of my CIs is saying maybe cops were involved.

Police involved in killing that kid?

- Get the fuck outta here. - Yeah, that's what I was saying

but the CI is standing by it.

How many of us even knew about the case?

Truth is, no one was even really paying attention

before the fuckin' feds tried to connect Figueroa to Howard.

I need you to grab up one of Kanan's bike boys.

I thought you said you ain't want me to do nothin'.

I said we need to be smart before we make our next move.

And smart is pullin' up

on one of Kanan's friends from Little League?

We need intel, Marvin.

Gotta understand what we up against

before we bring in the fuckin' heavy artillery.

We in Manhattan now.

Why we still fuckin' wit' Queens?

I mean, I kinda understand the hit on Stefano,

he was tryin' to fuck wit' our business, but Kanan?

He fucked wit' our product.

- Killed that judge. - And we handled it.

Beefed up security,

and Flossie ain't gon' change nothin'.

We make a bigger deal out of it, it's gonna be a bigger deal.

Look. Kanan and Stefano partners,

which make 'em one and the motherfuckin' same.

And I know my son.

He ain't finished fuckin' wit' me.

Stefano comin' for us behind the hit we fucked up

and we pullin' down high school niggas on ten speeds?

Feel like we look-lookin' in the wrong direction.

We need to be lookin' everywhere.

If you could just leave it

downstairs with my doorman,

then I can pick it up later.

Thank you so much. I appreciate your help

and I'll follow up with you after.

Bye-bye.

Your last client called me, saying you went home sick?

That time of the month. Wasn't feelin' well.

Not according to my calendar.

Whatever. I just wasn't in the mood.

You get paid to be in the mood.

And this isn't the first date you've fucked up.

You were late for one last week,

and you left another one early the week before.

- What's goin' on? - I just got shit on my mind.

That's all.

We're not selling your mind.

We're selling your ass.

Pull yourself together, Jarita.

What's good?

Raq's cops didn't do Famous.

You came here to tell me shit I already know?

I have that detective on it, Garcia.

The fuck?

Since when is Juke talkin' to police?

Garcia was on Fame's case for a minute.

Fuck Garcia.

And fuck all that shit with Fame.

It don't matter no more.

He was your best fuckin' friend.

You don't wanna know who did him like that?

He loved you, man.

Yo.

They found whose scooter in the road?

Primo?

Fuck.

How bad?

Damn.

I'm just the fuckin' delivery guy!

I don't know shit!

What Kanan sayin' about me?

Kanan don't talk about you!

Not to me!

Again.

This little nigga ain't got nothin'.

He knows shit. He just need convincin'.

But all you wanna know is whether Kanan talkin' about you?

Fuck's that got to do with our work?

Kanan sent a message. I'm sendin' one back.

Not like this.

We in a war, Marvin!

And this nigga is a soldier.

Yo! What the fuck?!

This drama wit' Kanan ain't worth all this!

You takin' your shit with him

and puttin' it on everybody else!

Kanan killed Lou.

What the fuck you just say?

Wasn't Unique.

It was Kanan.

He put down our brother.

You need to come with me next time I spit at Garcia.

He'll tell you.

I'ma have to get at you later, Juke.

Got some shit goin' on.

Kanan!

Dad, stop! What the fuck are you doin'?

Punk-ass motherfucker. I always knew...

Stop!

...you were no good.

Stop! No, no, no! Stop!

It's 'cause you had no daddy to put you in your place.

What the fuck, Dad?!

What the fuck?

So now I'm gonna have to put you

through the fuckin' ground, nigga.

No, no, stop. No, no, no!

Dad! Dad! Stop!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Dad! Dad! Stop! Stop!

Stop! What you doin'? Stop!

Kanan killed Lou!

Your own fuckin' cousin killed your uncle!

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no. You're not gonna do that. No.

You fuckin' hear what I said?

- Kanan killed Lou. - No. No. Let's go.

Dad, please. Please! Let's go.

Please! Please, let's go!

You lookin' for that scooter nigga,

he dead.

- Just like you gon' be. - Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

You don't never forget a whuppin' like that.

Shit stay wit' you.

But what don't kill you only make you better.

So you get strong.

You get mean.

And then you get even.

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