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Previously on Raising Kanan...

Whoa. What is this?

Just grabbing some memories for your wife.

You're working with him?

He pays more than you.

Cafe Vous.

-To Cafe Vous. -Cafe Vous.

We get the right clientele up in here,

we can move a lot of work.

I'm asking you, let the club alone.

Don't dirty it up with that shit.

-Don't dirty me up. -I'm done with South Jamaica.

You're on your own from here on out.

I'm in a fight for my fuckin' life.

-They hurt you? -No, no.

It's not safe no more, 'Nique.

Wish you'd come wit' us.

Gon' see you soon, J, a'ight?

We got this whole shit wired and working.

All we missin' is you, brother.

You ready to run the table on the Southside?

You assured me that your demand would meet my supply.

I just gotta get my ducks in a row.

That ain't gon' take long. I can promise you that.

Where I'm from, it is better to be dead

than to betray a promise.

So you and I will be partners, right?

Partnership mean ain't no reason to start no shit.

We heard back from our friends in the NYPD.

-Famous. -Raq hired

some dirty police to kill your friend.

They found the Jane Doe in a stairwell

over at Edgemere.

Why would I kill Krystal, Kanan?

'Cause you don't want me to have nobody but you.

That's why I gotta do this right now.

We gotta go.

Had to be this motherfucker 'Nique.

He dumped Lou like he was trash.

You also gonna need to pray

for the motherfucker who did this to him

'cause he gon' meet me before he meet God.

Marvin...

You on your own.

We don't mean nothin' to each other no more.

So you expectin' me to say I give a fuck?

You ain't never had a enemy like me, Kanan.

I had you as a enemy my whole fuckin' life.

♪ I'm a hustla, baby ♪

-♪ I'm a hustla, baby ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I know heartbreaks Setbacks ♪

♪ Bitch, if I crap out I'm sure I'ma get back ♪

♪ I been through The ups and downs ♪

♪ You know I get around ♪

♪ So to me, it's all a part Of the game ♪

♪ If I ain't the coke man Or the dope man ♪

♪ I'm almost for sure, man I gotta take it ♪

♪ No need to say shit I'm gon' take it ♪

♪ Robberies turn homicide It's nothin' to play with ♪

♪ Make money Make-make-make money ♪

♪ When shit hit the fan We'll take money, Southside ♪

♪ Beef with the best of 'em Done shot at the rest of 'em ♪

♪ Checks, I'm collectin' 'em Check, boy, I'm finessin' em ♪

♪ Big bags of bread ♪

♪ Boy, you fuck around Put a big bag on your head ♪

♪ 'Fore the weather break You're dead ♪

♪ Let's get to it ♪

♪ They don't do it Like we do it ♪

♪ Cop it, whip it Bag it, flip it ♪

♪ Re-up, we up G'd up, what up? ♪

♪ Runnin' 'round this bitch Still not givin' a fuck ♪

♪ When it come to that paper There'll be no complications ♪

♪ Ha-ha, that's right ♪

♪ Put a hole in a nigga Right in front of you ♪

♪ Your heartbeat pacin' ♪

♪ And it's alright ♪

♪ That's how we do it On this side ♪

♪ Niggas get to it On this side ♪

♪ I know heartbreaks Setbacks ♪

♪ Bitch, if I crap out I'm sure I'ma get back ♪

♪ I been through The ups and downs ♪

♪ You know I get around ♪

♪ So to me, it's all a part Of the game ♪

♪ If I ain't the coke man Or the dope man ♪

♪ I'm almost for sure, man I gotta take it ♪

♪ No need to say shit I'm gon' take it ♪

♪ Robberies turn homicide It's nothin' to play with ♪

♪ Ayy, ayy ♪

Always gotta have a safe place you can go to

when shit get hot.

Some outta the way spot

where you can stash you and yours.

But that shit just a temporary solution

to a permanent problem.

Long as your head still on the corner,

it don't matter where you hide,

this shit gon' find you.

Only way to stay safe in the game

is to take your ball and go home, nigga.

Ain't no game...

if you don't play.

You made it.

We're so glad that you're here.

Where's Jerome?

Out in the back.

He know I'm here?

Come on. Let me show you the house.

Jerome don't want nothin' to do with me.

It's not you.

He's just scared about what happened.

Jerome has been living in fear his whole life.

And when we got grabbed up like we did,

that was all the worst shit he ever thought about

coming true.

I think he's happy here, though.

Least he not scared.

He actually slept last night.

For the first time since we were in New York.

Hmm.

We gon' be good again, P.

Just gotta put a couple things in place...

and we gon' be straight.

I don't wanna go back to the city, 'Nique.

There's nothing there for us.

-I'm there. -Yeah, but you could be here.

With us.

We could leave all that bullshit behind

and start something new.

Fuck I'ma do, P?

What fuckin' skills do I have?

It's like all this time and you still don't know me.

This shit all I got.

All I am!

Without it, I ain't me.

I know you better than you know yourself, baby.

Because I know you can do whatever you want.

Because I know if you weren't born in Southside,

you'd be a doctor or a lawyer

or a senator.

You'd be whatever the fuck you wanna be.

But I was born in Southside, Pernessa.

And I'ma die there too.

Goin' out.

Of course you are.

Meanwhile, you got me locked up in here like a prisoner.

Must be nice to be able to come and go whenever you like.

You wanna leave the house, Elena? Hm?

Be my guest. Hell, you'd be doing me a favor.

Be one less pain in my ass. So go.

Get the fuck outta here!

Christ, I am so sorry.

I'm sorry, sweetheart. Come here. Come here.

I spoke out of turn.

I'm a fuckin' idiot.

I'm scared, Phil.

Aren't I allowed to be scared?

Of course you are.

Huh?

I should never talk to you like that.

Hmm, what an asshole I am.

I know how hard this must be for you.

Comes with the territory.

But we're gonna be okay.

I promise.

Sit down. Listen.

Once everything is good again,

me and you,

we're gonna get dressed to the nines,

I'm gonna take you to Rao's.

All right?

We're gonna get the fish salad.

Spaghetti with the clam sauce.

-The lemon chicken. -The lemon chicken.

The works.

You've always known the way to my heart

is through my stomach.

And the way to my heart is through yours

'cause they're connected.

You're my best girl.

You're my best guy.

Come here.

Come here, you.

I'll be back soon, huh?

Mmm.

-All right, let's go. Come on. -Okay, boss.

Everybody's already at Tamerlane.

Don't know what they're expecting me to say.

Sometimes you gotta throw some elbows.

The fuck they want from me?

I think the guys just wanna see

that you're still running the show.

Who the fuck they think is running the show?

It's just, uh, you been holed up in your house so long,

they need to see your face.

Fuck my face.

Okay if we hit the drive-thru on the way

so I can get a cup of coffee and something to eat?

I can barely keep my eyes open after standing guard all night.

About to be at war with Stefano Marchetti...

this fuckin' guy needs his McMuffin.

Do what the fuck you need to do, Carmine.

I can't tell if you don't get it because you don't want to

or because you just can't.

But truth is, either way, I don't give a fuck.

The curtain's come down, Raq.

Show's over. Time to go home.

I know shit got fucked up, Stefano.

But we was makin' real money. We can make real money again.

Real money.

Yeah, what about the real fuckin' knife

I just took to my real fuckin' gut?

That's not on me, though.

That's on you and all that shit with Sal.

There woulda never been shit with Sal if it wasn't for you.

You brought that cocksucker over the river.

Turned my whole world upside down.

You know, I been doing this for fifty fucking years.

I never so much as sprained a goddamn finger.

Then all of a sudden, you show up

and my pancreas turns into a fuckin' pin cushion.

You're not the only game in town, Stefano.

I find out you're still working here...

Queens will be so full of Sicilian hitters

there'll be a citywide run on cannoli.

Ply your trade elsewhere, Raq.

Queens is no longer an option for you.

We're finished.

Welcome to Joy in a Basket.

Can I take your order, please?

You want anything?

I don't eat this shit.

Can I take your order?

-Hello? -Motherfucker!

I chopped it up with this nigga Breeze.

We might end up linking with him on this work,

but there's another conversation I need to have

before I can make that call for sure.

We need to be earning, Kanan.

Give me another day or two.

Get your fuckin' hands where we can see 'em!

Up!

Yo.

What y'all been hearin' about this nigga 'Nique?

Where he at?

All I'm hearing is he on the run.

Nah. I hear he hidin' out in Hollis

with his girl somewhere.

Split that shit up between y'all.

You hear something that get me to 'Nique,

there's more where that came from.

-We got you. -Yeah.

Time to go back to school, Kanan.

Hit them books.

Get you an edu-ma-cation.

We're here to scare you fuckin' straight, homeboy.

Fuck you.

Raq got y'all grabbin' me up

just like you did my man Famous.

Punk-ass police.

Gon' do me like y'all did him?

What the fuck are you talkin' about?

Shawn Figueroa.

Hood called him "Famous."

That was my best fuckin' friend

and y'all killed him for my moms.

We don't even know who or what the fuck a Famous is.

Yeah, enough of this bullshit.

Look.

We're shuttin' you down.

Your operation's no longer... operational.

We hear you're up cookin' in that apartment,

we'll be back for you.

And next time, you won't walk outta here on two good legs.

Shit been sittin' here too long.

We gotta move it.

How the fuck we even talkin' about this work,

when the nigga who killed Lou is still out here?

Is killing 'Nique gonna make us any fuckin' money, Marvin?

Is droppin' that nigga gonna move all this weight

we got collectin' fuckin' dust?

I know you busy playing Truck Turner or Shaft

or whoever the fuck you think you are right now,

but I still gotta figure out how to get us paid.

And let me just remind you that we in this fuckin' spot

'cause of you and your bullshit. Just like always.

You fuck shit up, and then I gotta piece it back together.

I wanna put Unique down too,

but unlike you, I gotta come up with a way

to get these Afghan motherfuckers off us.

'Cause them niggas don't fuck around, Marvin.

You don't come correct with them,

they're gonna slit your fuckin' neck

with the same sword they shoved up your ass.

Yo, you talk to Stefano?

He said we dead in Queens.

Said we fuck with any work in his neck of the woods,

he gon' put hitters all over us.

Fuck Stefano and fuck Queens.

We goin' to Manhattan.

Mrs. Dixon.

I'm Detective Joseph Garcia.

I'd like to talk to you about your daughter,

Iesha.

These mafia niggas run Manhattan just like they run Queens.

Different ones.

And nobody know more than us these dagos

like nothing better than to fuck with each other.

All that honor and integrity bullshit

go right out the fuckin' window

when they think they can get a leg up

on some other mozzarella motherfucker.

Joaquin linked me with the nigga who sit over Manhattan.

I'm meetin' with him tonight.

Colombian Joaquin?

He been in business with them for a while.

See, that's the thing.

More competition in Manhattan,

but it's bigger, so the shit's more open.

Ain't no way Stefano gonna be cool with us

setting up shop there, though.

Stefano said we done in Southside.

He ain't say shit about the rest of the city.

And he only posted up in Queens anyway.

He ain't got no juice like that in Manhattan.

This work right here,

is all we got in the world.

Take it down to Cafe Vous.

Assuming that we can get our shit up and running in the city,

we can push it out the club.

And we can wash our money there too.

Lou gon' roll over in his grave

seein' us work outta his club.

Lou gon' want us to stay alive, Marvin.

And that club is about to be our lifeline.

I'm gonna be waiting for you.

I'm gonna be back.

Jerome.

Come say bye to your father.

He just got a lot of feelings

that he doesn't know how to deal with.

I love you.

I love you too.

I need to know what's goin' on with you.

Stay in touch with us.

You don't know how much I needed this hug, Jerome.

You don't know.

Thank you.

What we hearin' from our white boys?

They about to be out.

Them niggas go through more work in a day

than the corners do in a week.

Should I be a part of this?

You got other shit to do.

I'll get up wit' you later.

What you hear about Uncle Lou?

You know who did it?

I look like the police to you?

Fuck do I know, Juke?

Gotta be Unique, though, right?

Look...

I just wanna eat.

You know that...

Aunt Raq was with Unique for a while.

Who told you that?

She did.

What your Aunt Raq do

ain't nobody business but hers.

Even when she messing with the nigga

who killed your brother?

Fuck you want me to say, Juke?

I know 'Nique killed your Uncle Lou

and I know he's still out there.

And yeah, I also know that that low-down dirty nigga

and my sister messed around with each other for a minute.

But what you want me to say about all that?

What you need to hear?

Just tell me what it is,

I'll say that shit

so you can get what the fuck you want out of me

and I can eat my fuckin' dinner.

♪ Anytime That you want it, bae ♪

♪ I'ma make sure I'm there every day ♪

♪ To love you ♪

♪ To love you ♪

♪ Hold you ♪

♪ Hold you ♪

♪ Kissin' all over Your body, bae ♪

♪ Body, baby ♪

♪ This the type of love You need every day ♪

♪ I told you ♪

♪ There's no one better ♪

♪ Pressure ♪

♪ All these games You wanna play ♪

♪ Let me just tease your... ♪

-Hey. -My brother's Marvin Thomas.

I was hoping I could holla at you right quick.

♪ Pressure ♪

♪ Oh ♪

As of this morning,

the long national fuckin' nightmare

that was Phil Russo is over.

Yeah.

But I learned my lesson.

With all due respect,

I want nothin' to do with your business.

So while I... I congratulate you on your new enterprise,

I'm not interested in being a participant.

Now, this is not to say that I don't want my taste.

I expect it, and I demand it.

I'm just not interested in being involved

in any other aspect of your operation.

No trucks. No ports. No nothing.

So you're gonna need to figure that all out for yourself.

I won't stand in the way of your business...

but I also won't be a party to it.

We'll handle all that.

And should someone come along to replace you,

you'll fight it out

and I'll throw in with the winner.

Ha.

From here on out, I'm what they call agnostic.

And I got no allegiance to you

or anyone else.

Yeah, we understand.

And honor your position.

Nevertheless, we felt...

like it was worthwhile for you to meet

the principals in our organization.

This is our nephew...

Breeze.

So, you, uh, you ever consider that, uh,

Hurricane or Tornado

or maybe even Typhoon

might have sounded a little stronger?

I ain't all stormy like that, though, boss.

I float in, float out,

coolin' shit along the way.

Breeze.

And I believe you're familiar with our resident boy wonder,

Kanan Stark.

Him I know.

Mm-hmm.

He's a recent, but exciting, addition to the team.

It's my understanding that, uh,

you plan on having Unique join this fuckin' party here.

I'm assuming you know that he was allied

with the now late cocksucker Phil Russo.

Yeah, but Unique's still got people out here.

It's not that easy to just move past him.

I disagree.

♪ Yo, check it ♪

You work as a call girl too, right?

I'm sorry. I got confused.

I thought you were someone else.

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

I'm paying you for your time.

♪ Trust no one Not even a few ♪

♪ Got some things on my chest Gotta kick my truth... ♪

I just wanna know if you ever tricked in Manhattan.

And if you did, who was runnin' that work.

I only escort in the outer boroughs.

It's mostly high-end work in Manhattan

and you need a four-year degree for that.

And who pimpin' in the city?

Flossie Siegel's got all the best girls.

Know how I can get to her?

Nah. But I'd be careful.

Flossie can be real scary.

♪ We go back and forth ♪

♪ Back and forth ♪

I can be real scary too.

How the fuck you gon' have that meeting without me?

You sayin' we 'bout to be partners

but you havin' parlays about this business behind my back?

You didn't miss nothin', 'Nique.

Just that Italian telling us

he don't wanna get close to the work no more

but he still want his piece.

Lil' Linguini said that?

The fish guy, Stefano?

Yeah. Him.

Motherfucker got no love for me.

Shit, I was working with the nigga

who poked a knife into him.

Stefano not thinkin' 'bout you, man.

He just want his money.

I know y'all tryin' to cut me out this deal.

Straight up, nigga,

you ain't foolin' nobody wit' your garbage

about your options and opportunities.

You ain't got nothin' but what we offerin'.

All this flexin' and beefin' is straight vapor, nigga.

Maybe you got some stray soldiers here and there

but they ain't got nothin' to fight for.

They fight for me.

They fight for whoever feedin' 'em.

And you ain't that nigga no more.

None of that matter anyway

'cause you ain't gettin' cut outta any deal.

You in this. We partners.

Believe that, 'Nique.

I got you.

Yeah.

I made a lot of money with Joaquin over the years.

Which is why I agreed to meet with you.

But...

I gotta tell you...

our friend Stefano,

he doesn't speak fondly of you.

I could say the same thing about him,

but I won't.

When you talkin' about other people

it's 'cause you ain't got nothin' good

to say about yourself.

So you wanna be in business in Manhattan?

There's an opportunity here.

For both of us.

But, um...

why would I go around Stefano's back?

Because we're not goin' around his back.

We doin' it right in front of his fuckin' face.

Which, knowing you people, is just how you like to do it.

You know us too well.

You movin' in?

Oh, shit.

Damn.

You scared me, Shirley.

Saw that van parked out front

with some guy standing guard.

I wondered what was going on.

I thought maybe the bank was finally taking over.

Nah. Um...

just need to keep some shit here for a minute.

What's in the boxes?

Nothin'. You know, um, just some bullshit.

Bullshit? Yeah.

That sounds about right.

Manhattan ain't Queens

and Queens ain't Manhattan.

But what works there doesn't work here, vice versa.

By and large,

we got a far more sophisticated clientele here.

So the Tiparillos you been selling

on the other side of the Triborough,

it ain't gonna cut it with the Cohiba crowd over here.

I got connects I can tap into for all that.

To continue my thought,

should I choose to explore your proposal here,

all I'd be providing

is protection, police, and permission.

Although, the police piece will be limited

because they tend to draw the line

when it comes to this particular business.

In addition,

I have a big appetite

and I take a very healthy bite.

And as I'm sure you know,

I already got trusted professionals

doing this work for me.

So...

it's important to me

that you don't step on their toes.

It's a big borough, Mr. Bernardi.

There's room for everybody.

Well...

you'd have to establish your own customer base

and find a way to move your work around the city.

I got some thoughts on that, actually.

What you know about Flossie Siegel?

I know I look like I was born yesterday

but, believe it or not,

I know a thing or two about a thing or two.

Those boxes are filled with trouble, Marvin.

What are you doin'?

We're gonna buy you out of your share of the club, Shirl.

Me and my sister.

Gonna give you a fair price.

And that's gon' be that.

I suppose this is a non-negotiable offer.

Like I said,

price is gon' be fair.

I don't think Louis would have liked this.

Goddamn right about that.

Then why are you doing it?

Because...

Lou's not...

Lou's not here no more.

Far as y'all are concerned,

shit's business as usual.

We just workin' outta here now.

A'ight.

Money stay the same.

Hours don't change.

We back up.

You double up the Vics?

Also bumped up the Xanax and the Ritalin.

Hmm.

All right.

We'll circle back in a couple weeks.

Can't trust this nigga Breeze.

Hell, can't trust any of 'em.

Breeze, Snaps, Pop, Lil' Linguini.

See, they don't need us, Kanan.

They just wanna keep you and me in the fold for a minute

so our crews don't wild the fuck out

before they put us down.

Ain't how I see it.

You ain't been around long enough

to even know what the fuck you seein', boy.

These niggas ain't our friends, our partners, or our people.

And we just a means to an end for them.

Fuck you want, 'Nique?

'Cause I got money to make.

Youngster done drunk all that Kool-Aid.

I want you and me to do our own thing.

Fuck these other niggas.

Ain't nothin' for you and me to do.

We ain't got work without them.

And they about to run the Southside.

How come you ain't askin' me about your Uncle Lou?

Streets sayin' I put him down,

but guess you ain't get that memo.

Fuck is the point in talkin' 'bout shit that can't change?

Someone dropped one of my family,

they ain't seein' the sun come up.

But maybe you ain't beefin' wit' me like that

'cause you know I didn't do it.

Who put down Lou? Your moms?

'Cause that would be just like her.

She don't give a fuck about nobody else.

Or maybe it was Marvin.

Sometimes them brotherly beefs get real ugly.

Nobody know that shit better than me.

Maybe it was you.

Maybe you and Lou got into some shit

because you tryin' to break off from the fam.

So much drama with all y'all, I can't keep track of that shit.

But you know what they say about family, man.

Can't live wit' 'em...

can't live wit' em.

♪ Seeing you there With the next man ♪

♪ Had to flex For some checks... ♪

You told this nigga 'Nique about the sit-down at the hospital.

♪ Things were all good In the hood ♪

Had to be you.

Ain't nobody else knew.

And nobody in that room gonna talk.

I just asked him if he knew.

Seemed like something he shoulda been in on.

You stirrin' up trouble, Taz.

♪ My girl's out With another dude... ♪

You all sour and shit

'cause you think you gettin' passed over.

I am gettin' passed over.

Yeah.

You are, nigga.

But that shit about to be the least of your problems.

♪ Now the bitch Is street bound ♪

♪ Yo, I see you there Straight act of despair ♪

They circlin' the wagons, Akbar.

They sayin' we good, but...

shit gone bad.

Soon as Phil Russo fucked up the hit...

we was always gonna be in the crosshairs.

I'ma lay low in Jersey for a while.

Maybe stayin' out the mix in Southside

will get this fuckin' target off my back.

You should do the same.

I can't run away from shit, nigga.

That's my fuckin' problem.

Maybe it ain't about you runnin' from shit, though.

Maybe you runnin' to somethin'.

Laverne Thomas and her family

are connected to a number of serious crimes

across the city.

I know Iesha here is friends with Laverne.

And I'm sure you don't want her to get caught up in all that.

Yeah, what kind of crimes?

All kinds, Mr. Dixon.

I'm sorry, detective,

but I've been Black for long enough

to doubt anything and everything that the police say,

so I'm gonna need you to be a little more specific.

Is it jaywalking?

Littering?

What crimes are we talking about exactly?

Murder, Mr. Dixon.

Drug trafficking. Extortion.

Crimes that get you life in prison, or worse.

Iesha doesn't know anything about that.

I need to hear that from her.

Tell the detective that you don't know anything.

He's been following Juke around for months,

just trying to mess with her life.

None of what he's saying is true.

This is Laverne Thomas's uncle.

He was just murdered recently

during what we believe was a drug transaction gone bad.

You may not believe the police,

but believe me when I tell you that your daughter's in danger,

Mr. and Mrs. Dixon.

We ain't heard shit about Unique.

But this nigga he been rollin' with?

-Akbar. -Yeah, old roly-poly-ass nigga.

He posted up at this spot out in Jersey.

Yeah, um...

If he out there, 'Nique might be wit' him.

That's good lookin' out.

Just get me to 'Nique

and gon' be more behind it.

A'ight.

Appreciate you sittin' down with me on such short notice,

especially since we don't even know each other.

Well, when Pino Bernardi asks me to take a meeting,

I only ask when and where.

I'm assuming Mr. Bernardi mentioned why I wanted to talk.

He did, but why don't you tell me in your own words.

I'm in a specific kind of business, Ms. Siegel.

Oh, call me Flossie.

Ms. Siegel is what they're gonna call me in my Times obituary.

And you don't need to dance around how you make your living.

You sell drugs.

I'm aware. Pino told me.

And I'm pleased for you.

I love a female entrepreneur, Raquel.

It doesn't matter to me what the fuck she does.

And he said that your dad was investigated by the FBI

for, like, all sorts of crimes.

And that your aunt killed somebody in her house.

He just had this whole list of shit that your family had done.

My parents are saying I can never see you again.

I mean, I had to lie to them,

tell 'em I was going to some friend's from school,

just to be here right now.

What'd you say to the police?

Nothing.

I mean, I don't know anything.

You sure you didn't say some shit

just to get them off you and your family?

You think I would do that to you?

Your parents are right, Iesha.

You shouldn't be wit' me.

Are you fuckin' serious?

I mean, after everything, you're saying this to me?

Shit between us won't work.

Wasn't ever gonna work.

You gotta go.

You don't mean what you sayin' right now.

I do.

Fuck you, Juke.

So my girls would be handling sales,

delivery, even a little bit of marketing?

They'd hit up your tricks about this new service they provide,

and they'd also deliver the work and collect the money.

But they wouldn't just be making drops to your clients.

They'd also be couriers for regular old buyers

who ain't fuckin' wit' your girls like that.

I'm gonna be frank with you, Raquel.

This is not the first time I've been pitched this business.

I have the NYPD in my pocket.

They love my money and my girls

so we're left alone,

which makes me especially attractive

to someone like you.

But I haven't pursued an opportunity like this

for two reasons.

First off, solicitation

is a far lesser crime than drug trafficking.

I would much rather do a few nights

in Manhattan Correctional

than a decade in Sing Sing.

Truthfully, though, you do what I do,

you know that at some point you're gonna be looking

at three hots and a cot.

The real reason

I've been resistant to a venture like this,

is that up until this very moment,

it's always been men pitching me on it.

I'm sure you know how that works.

Within two weeks, these assholes are telling me

that I'm running my business all wrong.

And then a week after that, they're trying to elbow me out.

So then I've gotta put a bullet between their fucking eyes.

I don't want that headache, and trust me, neither do they.

But this is a different opportunity.

Because you're different.

I am.

I'd have to have a big piece.

And I know you must be breaking off

a hell of a lot to Pino already.

Nobody ever need to stress about my money but me.

If you down, I'll make it work.

I'm good.

I'm always good.

♪ On my way to Club Eso... ♪

These New York niggas never satisfied, man.

Always want more than they got.

And then they get put the fuck down trying to get it.

♪ Bouncer With the snippet tape ♪

♪ Yo God, we performing At one o'clock... ♪

I'd rather lay up here in New Jers with my own shit

than be in the fuckin' ground

with my fuckin' dead hand

reachin' for some shit

that wasn't ever gon' be mines in the first place.

Where 'Nique at?

You tell me where 'Nique at

and I'ma let you finish that drink before I drop you.

He said he gon' let me

finish my drink

before he drop me.

This nigga funny, huh?

Guess you ain't gon' finish that drink after all.

Where 'Nique?

I'm sure they're just Braxton-Hicks.

I don't think they're real contractions.

There's no harm in going to the hospital

and havin' 'em check it out.

All right.

All right. You got it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on.

Let's go. Let's go.

Come on, sweetie.

-All right. You good? -Yeah. Yeah.

Put your seat belt on.

They got stairs at the back of the building.

And I paid off the super for the key to his crib.

This nigga not gon' hear us comin'.

In case any neighbors lookin'.

You good, right?

Heard some shit about him being wit' your moms for a minute.

Fuck 'Nique.

Nobody here.

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The decision... an administration

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Then, last year, the FCC effectively

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We just left our stuff in that house.

We can get new shit.

But what about everything back in New York?

We're done with New York, P.

We ain't never goin' back.

We're startin' over.

The game tells you,

you different than everyone that came before you.

Tells you that you special.

That you Tony motherfuckin' Montana.

And you believe it, you got to.

Because not believin' it,

is the same as not believin' in you.

See, you the game nigga.

And walkin' away from it means walkin' away from yourself.

From who you are, who you always been.

Any fool who ever hustled know

the only thing harder than stayin' in the game,

is leavin' that shit behind.

'Cause that's leavin' you behind.

But this nigga right here,

this is one of the only cats I ever known

who was strong enough to do that.

Respect.

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♪ Some people Have hearts of stone ♪

♪ Some people Are up to no good ♪

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♪ I'm for real ♪

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♪ If what you're looking for ♪

♪ Is real lovin' ♪

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♪ What you see ♪

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♪ What you see ♪

♪ What you see ♪

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♪ What you see ♪

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