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[Stro] When I get downstairs,

and walk in that back room, and see that bike...

it's just, like, "You my girlfriend."

Like, I'm talking to her, like...

"Yeah, we're gonna tear the streets up today."

This your boy, Stro, right here with it,

you feel me?

You know what's up with me, yo.

That's that bike life, yo.

M.N.C. fucking with it.

I start that bike up, it's like a nervous feeling.

My legs start to shake.

Maybe police chasin', maybe get hurt.

I think about everything.

[motorbike revving]

But once I pull off,

all that feeling just goes out the window.

And it's just me, the world, the bike and the streets.

[people cheering]

You already know anybody want it, we can bet it.

Like I said, nobody fuckin' with my young nigga, Stro.

M.N.C. boys, you already know we in the building.

Midnight, it's your boy, Blax. Let's get it.

Yo, Mouse, what's goin' on, Mouse?

Come on, hop on.

You got it. You got it.

[giggles]

Ain't you supposed to be home...

-taking care of Mama? -That's my brother!

-What you doin', Mouse? Oh, okay. -That's my brother!

You wanna be with the big boys?

I wanna be just like you when I grow up.

What you mean you wanna be like me, Mouse?

You're gonna be better than me, Mouse.

You're gonna be better.

[Stro] If I see that sun, I know...

it's gonna be a good day.

[siren wailing distantly]

Hey, yo,

we pass Winston already?

Ah! Shit.

Hey, yo, stop the bus.

[door closes]

♪ Uh, put them hands up, Yeah put them hands up ♪

♪ Amazing, amazing, amazing, So damn amazing ♪

♪ To my brothas and sistas, Mom, Pops and my daughter ♪

♪ Nieces and nephews, Salute all y'all And those I can't get to ♪

♪ To my dogs on lock down, Block hustlers From all around ♪

♪ I pray you make it ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[seller] You late.

Is that it?

[seller] Yeah, that's it.

Seventy, take it or leave it, yo.

Can you start it?

It works.

So start it.

[scoffs] This nigga here.

["Love My People" playing faintly]

[engine roaring]

Hey, yo, how you getting it home?

I'm ridin' it.

[seller chuckles]

Them knockers thick over this way.

Let 'em try and catch me.

You got five minutes.

He doesn't show up, I'm takin' you in.

[cop 1] Yeah, that's Rivers' little protege over there.

That Baltimore Buddy Program's a little more responsibility

than he thought.

[chuckles]

[cop 2] Glad I didn't do that shit.

[music playing on record]

[car door opens and closes]

[sighs] Thanks for callin', man.

Said you're his mentor, so I took a flyer.

So, what happened here?

[cop 2 clearing throat] Caught him on his quad.

Public street. Detained him.

[cop 1] Last thing I need is this headache

right before a shift change.

You wanna take him off our hands?

God bless.

[music continues playing]

[Mouse] Just drop me 'round this corner.

[Rivers] Why?

Mama can't see me gettin' outta no cop car with a dirt bike.

Gotta stash it.

You know you can sit up front.

Snitches ride shotgun.

Look, I don't mind helping you out.

Always have been.

But I ain't no damn get-out-of-jail-free card.

[Mouse] What you good for, then?

I don't know.

Stuff you can't take to your mama.

Things you might want a man to hear you out on.

I'm pretty good at advice.

Shit like that.

Like a big brother?

[Rivers] Hey, your brother's death was tragic.

It breaks my heart that he never got a second chance.

I just want you to know that I'm here for you

and that I got your back.

Just not for police stuff.

Can we listen to something else?

-Oh, what? You don't like this? -No.

[chuckles]

I can't hear you, man. You've got to speak up.

-What'd you say? -I don't like this.

-Huh? -I said I don't like it.

Oh, you said you wanna hear what I got.

No, that ain't what I said, bro.

♪ Super- califragilisticexpialidocious ♪

♪ You come any closer to this ♪

♪ I'mma get ferocious ♪

♪ Hey ya ♪

♪ We rock the mic, hey ya! ♪

[song continues playing on record]

[Rivers] Now you can get up out of my car.

[Mouse] Thank you.

Take that bike, too.

Hey, don't slam my door neither.

["Tap the Bottle" playing]

[siren wailing distantly]

♪ Tap the bottle and twist the cap ♪

♪ And pass it around the crew Because the crew be all that ♪

[horns honking]

♪ I'm peelin' off the caps like The hicks in Alabama ♪

♪ Check the grammar and the stamina I'm tootin' on my horn ♪

♪ Timberland boot stompin', Forty drinkin' born ♪

♪ Malt liquor chug a filter Let me rip it then I kick it ♪

♪ Tap it once for my brothers Sip it then I sip it ♪

♪ So xerox the zip code, I'm in the mode, perfecto ♪

♪ Hallelujah here I go, Watch me flow and let go ♪

♪ Trouble shooter smoke The buddah Rule like a dictator ♪

[Teri] Oh, look who the fuck decided to show up.

You know what time I gotta be to work.

Hello, I am talkin' to you.

I'm talking to you. Do you hear me?

Where you been?

Around.

You finna make me late.

I'm here now.

[vocalizing]

Boy, don't get smart with me.

[girl on TV] What she look like?

[laughing]

Li'l nigga, don't you throw shit in my house.

[Teri] Make sure Shay eats that spaghetti

that's in the refrigerator, please.

[grunts]

[Teri scoffs] All that fucking grunting.

Until you raise some money up in here,

-I don't wanna hear shit. -[motorbikes revving]

Gettin' on my damn nerves.

[motorbikes continue revving]

[music playing faintly]

What you worried about them bikes for?

I done told your ass,

you can look at 'em all the fuck you want...

you ain't gettin' on 'em.

I'm sick of telling you.

I'mma be home late, I got school tonight.

Make sure Shay is in bed by 8:00.

Don't let her punk your ass.

[motorbikes revving]

[whirring]

[Lamont] Yo, Mouse!

Nigga, I know you in there. Open up.

Yo! Mouse!

Why you looking through the blinds? It's me.

I know you in there, my nigga. Come on, open up.

What?

Hey, there's a new shorty down the street.

She kinda bad, bro.

Where Sweartagawd at?

-Look at this slow-ass nigga. -You tell him?

Hell yeah, I told him.

[panting]

Swear to God.

Dime piece.

Swear to God.

All right.

Let me get my shoes.

Why you always leaving me?

Don't touch me again, fat boy.

Don't touch me again. You fat as hell.

[Sweartagawd] Nigga, you know I can't go as fast as you.

[Lamont] All right, relax. Don't try to eat my ass.

[Shay] You're supposed to be watchin' me.

Gonna be right back.

I'm just gonna call Mom

and let her know that I'm home alone.

But it's okay, since you'll be right back.

Damn.

Turn around, yo. No peeking.

I already know it's under the bed.

Okay.

This ain't enough.

You better not tell Mama either.

Mouse! I'm tellin'.

[rap music playing]

[Mouse] She better be, that's all I'm sayin'.

[Sweartagawd] You wanna bet who gonna get her?

[Mouse] Me, nigga.

-[Sweartagawd] Wanna bet? -[Mouse] Bet you.

[Lamont] Whoever get the first word out...

[Sweartagawd] But she don't...

[Mouse] Fifty bucks.

[Lamont] Fifty.

Hey, come on, nigga, fat boy.

Always makin' fun of me.

[motor revving]

[Lamont] Yo, but nigga, you ugly. So...

Fuck you talkin' about, nigga? I'm sexy. I'm pretty.

[Sweartagawd] Y'all niggas know I got asthma.

[camera shutter clicks]

[rap music playing faintly]

[quad bike revving]

[rap music continues playing]

[panting] What's up, girl?

-[Nicki] Hi. -What's up?

How you doin'? My name...

Heard there was someone new in the hood.

We just wanted to make ourselves acquainted.

What's your name?

Nicki.

You can call me Mouse.

I'm Lamont.

I stay, maybe, just right down there.

And I'm Sweartagawd.

I'm an organ donor.

It just means I can give you my heart.

-[Lamont] Oh, okay, anyway. -Nigga, shut the fuck up.

[Lamont] You can hop on if you want to.

I'm down to show you around if you want.

Not allowed to leave the porch.

-[Mouse] What? -Wait.

Mouse, Sweartagawd.

What kinda names are those?

You know, that's just what the streets gave us.

You know. You know.

So, are you guys, like, a welcoming committee?

Or, like, the world's saddest little bike gang?

[boys snicker]

[both] Wow.

[Sweartagawd] We just got called a sad bike gang.

[Lamont] You got dope jokes, huh?

Here. Stand together. Right here.

[Lamont] Relax.

[Sweartagawd] Hey, what kind of camera is that?

Ain't even got no screen on it.

Lot of the good cameras don't have screens on them.

-How do you know what the picture look like? -[camera shutter clicks]

Okay.

Three... two... one.

[camera shutter clicks]

Hey, you like takin' pictures of niggas on bikes...

you should come down to the Ride.

[Sweartagawd] What is he doing?

-The Ride? -Yeah.

The Ride.

Every Sunday in the summer?

Midnight Clique?

Where are you from?

Oakland, California.

They don't have YouTube in Oakland, California?

Let me break it down.

-Here we go. -The Ride is the shit.

Every Sunday in the summer,

everybody with a bike show out.

You know, havin' fun, doin' tricks...

-[Sweartagawd] But you ain't got what it takes. -...hittin' 12.

Twelve?

You don't know nothin', do you?

Pull the bike back,

a wheelie, but, like, straight up...

so it looks like the hands of a clock when it hit midnight.

[Mouse] Twelve o'clock.

You new to Baltimore.

You gotta go to the Ride.

There's bikes as far as you can see.

You know, it's loud, but it's like, um...

I don't know, it's calm, too.

It's like the ocean.

-Did you just say ocean? -Crazier it gets,

-the more calm it be. -You gay!

[Sweartagawd] Bro, the ocean?

Bro, you sound like you in a Febreze commercial.

-Shut up. -The ocean?

"It smells like the ocean."

I'm tryin' to...

Oh, you mad-mad.

[chuckles]

Just sayin' the shit's lit.

Bet you could get a lot of good pictures.

Yeah. Maybe I'll check it out.

-[Grandma] Ronique? -[Sweartagawd] Ronique?

Swear to God, that sound like some shit

you catch on your feet.

Hey, bro. Shut up.

I gotta go.

-Aw, come on. -So soon?

[door closes]

What are you doin'?

-Nigga, what are you doing? -What are you doing?

[Grandma] What the hell do y'all think y'all doing?

Get off my lawn.

Foolish children, come back and get the bikes

and take 'em with you.

[grunts]

[Grandma] Lord, have mercy.

Hey, wait. Wait, wait, wait.

-[Grandma] Boy! -Wait for me.

I'm sorry.

-You know what? -Please don't call the cops.

[Sweartagawd] Yeah, yeah. Mouse, though, for real.

How you gonna ask that girl to the Ride, yo?

What you talkin' about?

Nigga, I'm talkin' about your corny ass

ain't going to a Ride.

Says who?

-[Sweartagawd] Nigga, says history. -[chuckles]

Every year, you like, "the Ride this," "the Ride that..."

[Sweartagawd] Then summer come around and your ass

ain't nowhere to be found.

Me, I've been to every Ride.

Shit, I was at Blax's last ride before he got sent up, yeah.

Nigga, stop lying.

Nigga, I'm not. Swear to God, yo.

Blax be hittin' all of them tricks.

Crowd be goin' nuts, goin' crazy.

Hey, Mouse, maybe by the time you 30,

you can check one out.

-Oh! -Why you always gotta be a dick?

You know his mama be trippin' about them bikes.

Oh, no, no, no, it's all good. It's all good.

'Cause guess what?

The joke's on you anyway, fat boy.

Why's that? Why's that?

[Mouse] Why's that? 'Cause guess what?

This year, my mom's takin' night classes.

Work weekends now. So, guess what?

I'm gonna be at every single Ride

this summer. Just like this...

Hands like that...

Look, look, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Give me a pack of Magnums, yo.

Nigga, what you gonna do with it?

You gonna wear it on your head, stupid?

Wear it as a do-rag.

Oh, yeah, there's one for Miss Teri, yeah.

-Gonna be hittin' it. Hittin' it. -Hey, hey, hey.

What'd I tell you about talking about my mother?

I done told you about that.

I done told you about doin' that, bro.

[Sweartagawd] But joke's on me, right?

-I can't lie, though, she do got that ass... -Shit, bro!

-What is wrong with y'all? -[Sweartagawd] She got a booty, yo.

What is wrong with y'all?

♪ Teri got a big ol' butt ♪

[Mouse] So y'all think that's real funny?

Y'all think that's real funny?

[speaking foreign language]

Y'all want some more?

-'Cause I done told y'all leave my mama... -[woman shouting]

I got him. I got him. I got him.

[Mouse] Come on, come on, give me one more.

-[grunting] -One more. One more

Come on, come on. One more push, Mama, one more push.

-[grunts] -Is that her head?

There it is!

-Oh, that's nasty. That's nasty. -[Mouse] There he is!

-[chuckling] There he is! -[cat meowing]

He in the world now.

-He in the world now. -[Teri] Check it.

How do you know it's a "he"?

-[kitten meows] -I know a "he" when I see one.

[Teri] 'Cause he's smart, Shay.

My baby gonna be a veterinarian.

You did that, boo.

Oh, ooh.

-Put you back down there. -[Teri] Aw.

There you go. Yeah.

-Be gentle with him. -[Teri] That's nasty.

Ew.

That was a lot.

-[Teri] Yeah. -You want a hug, Ma?

You ain't stupid.

No, but I want a hug!

Mouse, if you bring your ass up...

-Don't you dare. -But I want a hug.

Mouse, I will lay your ass on the fucking floor!

-Stop it! [screaming] -[Mouse speaking indistinctly]

Get off.

[dogs barking]

What's goin' on? What's goin' on?

Leroy.

I didn't bring you shit.

What's up?

Stand still, man.

This would go a lot faster for the both of us.

I'll throw this milk right across the room.

[blabbering]

[Stro] You got it. [chuckles]

Ain't you supposed to be home taking care of mama?

What you doin', Mouse?

Oh, okay, you wanna be with the big boys?

[young Mouse] Grow up.

[Stro] What you mean, you wanna be like me, Mouse?

You gonna be better than me, Mouse.

You gonna be better.

[Teri] Mouse! Mouse, get out here.

Damn.

[exhales]

Mouse! Get out here.

...Grandma's house? There was a rat under her refrigerator...

[grunting]

Get over here, boy.

What, you think I forgot what today is?

What's today?

Oh, what you think, I'm dumb?

It's the first fuckin' Sunday of the summer. The Ride.

Just 'cause I'm at work, ain't nothing changed.

Your ass better not leave this house.

You understand?

Well, I don't hear you.

Yes. Yes, ma'am.

Shay. His ass leave this house, you better tell me.

Ma. Ma!

-If his ass touch that door... -Ma!

-...call me. -[Shay] Ma! Ma! Ma! Ma!

Hey, yo, shut up, yo. Shut up!

-Don't tell me to shut up! -[blabbers]

-All that yellin' in my house. -Ma!

Better be right this time.

[flushes]

[rap music playing]

♪ Like a breath of fresh air ♪

♪ Uh, fast forward ♪

♪ I just took some molly, Now I'm rollin' ♪

♪ I'm drivin' round that Honda Like it's stolen ♪

♪ On my way to Norman G Fuck the bag, I just blow it ♪

♪ Don't think I can make it back? Let me show ya ♪

♪ [indistinct] Let me show ya ♪

Shay. I'm gonna leave.

Where's my money?

Right here. Move, you in my way.

Clean them Barbies up.

[Shay] It better be double next time.

[Mouse] I ain't payin' you shit next time.

Be in bed by 8:00. Spaghetti's in the fridge.

Don't put it in the microwave for over a minute.

Burn the whole house down.

-[Shay] Where you goin'? -Don't worry about it.

What do you mean, don't worry about it?

I mean, don't worry about it.

I don't want... I don't want spaghetti.

[Mouse] I don't care.

-Mouse! -What?

-Bring me a chicken box. -Man, please, I just gave you money.

I don't care. I want salt, pepper, ketchup.

You tellin' me your order ain't gonna do shit 'cause I ain't gettin' it.

-Mouse! -Eat that spaghetti.

[siren wailing distantly]

[music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, shit!

Hey! [yells]

Sweartagawd!

Hey! Watch my shit for me.

What up, Kisha? How you doin'?

-Hey! -[motorbike revving]

Hey!

My nigga actually showed.

Come on, I told y'all.

-Hey, where your bike at? -Behind the dumpster.

[exclaims]

That's where it's supposed to be at, nigga.

I swear to God, yo, I'mma get me one of them quads.

[Lamont] Just like I'm gonna get a unicorn that shit hundos.

Swear to God, you always trolling, eh?

You guys, well, I believe in you.

We gonna get there one day, you feel me?

[man] Yo.

Right here.

Look at this nigga.

Hey, nigga, I bet you can't do that shit.

-Yeah, Mouse. -Hell, yeah!

Go drop that baby Honda quad on the boys, eh?

-I dare you. -Yeah!

Fuck y'all, nigga. I'm about to stunt. Watch this.

Hey.

-Mouse! Mouse, no! -Yo, it was a joke!

-Yo. Stop. -We was playin'.

-Get off the bike. -Mouse, what are you doin'?

Nigga, what are you...

What are you doing?

-What the fuck? Get off! -Nigga, stop. Get off.

-Chill! -Yo!

-Nigga, it was a joke! -Mouse!

That nigga gonna die. That nigga gonna die!

His mom is going to kill us, because he's dead, eh?

[engine revving]

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, man, shut the fuck up! Shut up! Shut up, bro.

-It wasn't that serious, yo! -It was a joke!

Fuck!

[laughter]

Yo, get up, Mouse!

Warned your stupid ass.

Get up, nigga.

[Sweartagawd] I bet you don't think the Ride's so beautiful after that.

[Lamont] Fucking dickhead.

[indistinct chatter]

[man] Yo, one with the...

Yo, get your little ass up.

Damn, nigga.

[sighs] You see me?

Yeah, I saw you.

You okay?

Yeah, I'll be a'ight.

I see you came down to the Ride after all, huh?

Yeah. I told my Grandma I was too sick for church.

She'll freak out when she gets home and sees I'm not there, but...

-[grunts] -A'ight.

You were right. I mean, this is crazy.

I already got some good shots.

That's dope. You got me on it, though, right?

I don't know. Maybe if I had a screen.

Yeah. [chuckles]

That's right. You ain't got no screen on that bougie-ass camera.

-Shut up. -Look at you with your little camera.

[motorbike revving]

Who's that?

That's Jamal and his right hand, Queen, right there.

The old Midnight Clique legends.

You see all these people out here on these dirt bikes?

Those are just everyday riders. But Midnight Clique...

they mad different.

They got the best bikes, the best tricks, the best riders.

They just the best.

So, that's who you wanna be down with, then? The Midnight Clique?

I didn't say that.

[chuckles] You don't have to say it out loud.

You say it with your eyes.

That's Blax.

I thought he was locked up, though.

[Nicki] Who's Blax?

[Mouse] You know Michael Jordan?

Duh.

Well, in West Baltimore, Blax is that nigga.

What's up, y'all?

[crowd cheering]

-Welcome back, nigga. -What's up?

Come on. Come with me.

Come on, come on.

[siren wailing]

Aw, shit.

Hey. Hey, come on. I got you.

The first Sunday of the summer, folks. Y'all know the drill.

Shut it down.

Hold on tight.

[Rivers] Listenin' to me is the only thing that's keeping y'all from lockup.

Move!

Yo, what up? You good?

Man, fuck that chopper. This my favorite part.

Queen!

[rap music playing]

Move, move, move, move. Now, now, now.

[tires screeching]

[siren wailing]

[rap music continues playing]

[tires screeching]

[engine revving]

[horn honking]

[officer 1] Stand down, Officer. I repeat, stand down.

There's a no-chase policy in effect.

[officer 2] He smashed a brick through my goddamn window!

[officer 1] This is not your call, Officer. Now, stand the fuck down!

[horns honking, tires screeching]

That is a direct fucking order! Stand down!

[officer 2] Fuck! Fuck! Goddamn it!

[imperceptible]

[rap music continues playing]

You don't mean that you're thinkin' of testifyin'

against some people that we might know?

I don't know, Charley. There's more to this than I thought...

[Mouse] Yo, Ray-Ray, G, all of them got down with the Clique

by just going up and confronting it.

They did it. We can do it, too.

[Lamont] You trippin', Mouse.

Why I gotta be trippin', 'Mont?

'Cause you know damn well the Clique ain't gettin' down

with no seventh graders, nigga.

Eighth. We finna be in eighth

What kids you know our age is down with the Clique?

-Stro wasn't that much older when he got down. -Oh, come on.

I'm serious.

That nigga always watching the same old-ass movie.

He won't move one inch till it's over.

[sighs]

Y'all know, if y'all fixed these damn cameras,

y'all will have a better time spyin' on us, right?

[speaking foreign language]

Did she just call us niggas?

Hey, would y'all stay focused for two seconds, please?

How we even supposed to go about doing this shit?

You know I'm down. But what's the plan?

Hey, we can just go into that garage on Griffith

they always be at. See what's up.

[Sweartagawd] A'ight, so I'mma roll up on a pedal bike.

Fuck that shit gonna look like?

So, we pull up, Mouse, and then what?

Hey, look.

Y'all can do what you wanna do.

But this summer, I'mma fuck this summer up, bro.

Last year, I was just Mouse.

This year, I'm finna be M.N.C. Mouse, you feel me?

One way or another, I'm finna be with the Clique,

and nobody gonna stop me.

You feel me?

[Sweartagawd] Fuck, yeah. That's the shit I wanna be on, huh?

You feel me? You feel me?

Man, this that big talk, expensive talk,

championship talk. You dig?

What's it gonna be? You down?

[funky music playing]

[Mouse] Ah!

[Sweartagawd] Yeah, let's go. Let's run this shit.

[Mouse] That's what I'm talkin' about!

[rap music playing in foreign language]

Yo, Queen. Check it out.

[gun cocking]

[engine stuttering]

-Ooh! -Oh, goddamn.

Man, these some fuckin' kids.

-[Jamal] What they want? -They probably lost.

Can I fuckin' help y'all?

Nah. Nah, we good.

Well, y'all can't fuckin' play here, so dip.

We ain't playin'.

[Queen] Well, what exactly is y'all doing, then?

Shit, we chillin'.

Just like y'all.

[chuckles] Oh, I see.

Y'all tryin' to chill with the Midnight Clique, huh?

Well, how about this?

Y'all go get some real bikes,

and come back with some hair on y'all nuts,

then maybe y'all can chill with the Clique.

I told y'all this is a dumb idea. Yo, let's go.

-Nigga, no, you didn't. -Yo, I fuckin' said dip!

[sighs]

Well, fuck y'all, then.

What the fuck did you just say, yo?

Yo, Queen, chill.

They small-ass kids.

What, y'all got no respect? Y'all know this a girl?

Nah, we couldn't tell.

Let me see you twerk that motherfucker.

Let me see you hit 12, li'l nigga.

Got a hundred for you.

Scared money don't make no money.

[Sweartagawd] Man, you got it, Mouse.

Shut up, nigga.

[softly] Come on, Mouse.

-[laughter] -Can't even get the fuckin' bike started.

-Come on, Mouse. -Come on, you got that shit. You got that.

[Queen] Dumbass little kids.

Yo.

[cell phone chiming]

Don't be right here when we get back.

[Sweartagawd] It's good. It's good. You good.

All you gotta do, you gotta pull that back.

When you pull it back, and all the liquid and stuff just makes it going...

[Lamont] Shut up.

[engines revving]

[exhales]

-So, you need a ride? -Nah, I'm good.

-I got room, nigga. Come on... -Hey, yo!

I said I'm good, a'ight?

[scoffs] Sure. All right, nigga.

Shit. Don't gotta be no bitch about it.

-[Sweartagawd] I'll hit you up later, Mouse. -[sighs]

[Lamont] Come on, nigga.

Work!

[breathes heavily] Shit.

[Blax] It needs a spark plug.

And you should change your valves, too.

You work here?

Yeah, you surprised?

Nah, it's just you... [chuckles]

You're M.N.C. Blax. I just...

Even M.N.C. Blax get a job when your P.O. on your ass.

'Cause I ain't goin' back to jail.

So, a nigga gotta get it how he live.

Let's see what you got here, li'l man.

[grunts]

Well, this shit done.

Ain't even worth my time.

Mouse, right?

-Stro little brother? -Yeah.

Stro was a real nigga, man.

He always used to talk about you, telling that you future M.N.C.

[both chuckles]

Not after today, I'm not.

You see that look right there?

Don't ever let a man see you like that,

'cause you give 'em the power over you.

If you gotta take a "L," you take it with your head up,

chest out.

Like a man.

Come on. Show you somethin'.

Come on.

See, nobody in the Clique ain't gonna respect you

till you pull up on something like that.

Aw. Goddamn. You got a CRF 250 up in here?

-[Blax] Yeah, a little something. -Ah.

KX 450F.

Yeah, I'd say anybody'd take me pretty serious

if I pull it up on that shit.

I see somebody know they bikes.

Yeah. I know enough to know I ain't got no eight stacks

for a 450.

[Blax] Well, if you know all that,

then you know you don't need no new bike, right?

Oh.

Shit. What's this? 125?

Yeah. You can get this if you want it.

You just gonna let me have it?

I ain't gonna let you have it,

but, shit, you could rebuild it if you wanna earn it.

For real?

Yeah, for real. We ain't giving away shit for free.

This ain't a charity,

but you know if you work hard for it,

you could leave with somethin'.

-What about my friends, though? -What about 'em?

I mean, I'm supposed to just get a new 125

and not put 'em on to the deal?

That shit don't seem right.

What deal? We never made a deal with your friends.

I don't think you understand.

This shit on me and your brother relationship.

Don't got nothin' to do with your boys.

A'ight, so, why that mean they can't get in on it, too?

You a loyal motherfucker, man.

There's probably enough junk over there

for your friends to build their little bikes, man.

Just make sure you be here at 6:30. Don't be late.

Ay! What the fuck were y'all doin', bro? You almost made us late.

Oh, my God, nigga, we here. Damn.

Swear to God, I ain't never been up this early in my life.

Ay, look. Y'all can't mess this up.

It's a big opportunity. For all of us.

Okay, Mom. Damn. We get it.

Come on.

["Church" playing]

What the fuck?

Ay, look, I'mma tell y'all one time.

The first step is make sure y'all keep every part clean on your bike.

♪ 'Cause you hang With ghetto angels ♪

Spotless.

Very spotless.

What's up, woof?

[indistinct chatter]

Nigga, I am working. Your ass walking around.

[dog whimpering]

♪ Good morning, wake up, wake ♪

[cell phone chiming]

Yo.

[indistinct chatter]

♪ Wake up, wake up, Wish I could hear you Right now ♪

♪ Somebody come And tell this lady cool down ♪

♪ Wake up and get yourself To church ♪

Sophie! Stop! Stop, please!

♪ Papa said to be a man Best keep your word until the final days ♪

Swear to God, I'm done with this shit.

♪ He said I'll drop my anchor In the storm until your tears Leave the waves ♪

♪ Don't walk these streets looking for beef ♪

♪ 'Cause Hell's an oven With a cold flame ♪

♪ She says, "Good morning, Wake up, wake" ♪

♪ Good morning, wake up, wake ♪

♪ Wake up And get yourself to church ♪

[whispers] Nicki.

Nicki!

Hey. I got something for you.

-[kitten meowing] -[Nicki gasps] Hi!

Be gentle with him now.

There you go.

You like him?

Does this usually work for you?

What?

Bringing newborn animals around to impress girls.

[chuckles]

-So, you impressed? -I didn't say that.

They are hella cute, though.

Is he cute enough for me to get that number?

You could get my number... if I had a phone.

-You ain't got no phone? -[Nicki chuckles]

Girl, what year is this, bro?

My grandma took it when I came out here.

Damn. She that strict, huh?

She's just worried I'm gonna turn into my mom.

Which, definitely not.

Your mom, is she why you moved out here?

I didn't technically move out here. Um...

Visiting, if you could even call it that.

A'ight, well, we just gonna have to make the most

of your time while you here then, huh?

Uh, and since you ain't got no phone and shit,

we just gonna have to keep it old school.

A'ight, well, like, when I'm coming down the block, right, I'mma hit this joint.

-[whistles] -[chuckles]

A'ight, now listen again. [whistles]

That mean Mouse comin'.

What's your real name?

Myron.

Then why they call you "Mouse"?

-That's a long story, bro. -Just tell me.

-Come on, just tell me. -It's corny.

[sighs] A'ight.

Uh, when I was about four or five or somethin',

you know, we had got a mouse in our kitchen.

[chuckles] Uh, and, you know, my mom was going crazy

tryin' to find that thing. She would set traps and shit.

You know, goin' crazy, and...

What she didn't know was that I had caught it,

put it in a shoebox, and put it in my closet.

[both laughing]

I've been Mouse ever since.

[chuckles]

What?

I don't know. What?

[grunts] Shoot. My grandma's comin'.

[Grandma] Ronique?

[kitten meows]

-Hey. -What?

[kisses] See you, Myron.

Okay.

See ya.

[chuckles]

[humming]

[music playing on record]

Oh, this shit, Sophie.

I finna to be flexin' when I pull up on this shit.

All the bitches gonna be jockin'.

[Mouse] Watch. I'm tellin' you.

[music playing faintly]

I'm tellin' you.

You ain't gonna be flexin' shit,

you don't be paying attention while you doin' this.

-What? -I've been seeing niggas

flex their way right in the hospital.

For not paying attention while they tighten their bike up.

That shit ain't happenin' on my watch.

This shit ain't all about flexin'

and doin' it for the look.

What you little niggas think it's about.

What, then?

It's about freedom.

When I couldn't get out the hood

and I was stuck on a corner and caught up in the mix,

shit saved me right here.

Make sure you respect that, a'ight?

[Jamal] Yo!

What's up?

[Jamal] About to go to the spot. You goin'?

Give me a second, Mouse.

[Blax] What's up?

[Jamal] I know you're in here runnin' your after-school program and shit...

but it's a bag out here to get.

Let's get it.

[Blax] I'm good, man.

[Jamal] Come on, bro.

We want you to get some payment.

Shit waitin' for you.

[Blax] I'm telling you, I'm straight. Been good.

[Jamal] Come on, bro.

Stop acting like you don't need no money.

It's your cut.

-Take it. -[Blax sighs]

[music playing on record]

[woman] That's my motherfuckin' jam right there!

[woman 1] Yeah, as good as new.

That's my motherfuckin' jam.

[Teri] Ugh.

Nobody wanna hear that old shit. God.

Y'all are bitches, look.

Y'all need to get a motherfucking life.

Shit, I'm feelin' that one.

-Don't know why this shit. -[Teri] Coco!

-I'm tryin' to study, bitch. -Hey, Teri.

Ladies.

Hey, Mr. Handsome!

[laughs]

I was looking for Mouse.

Somebody dropped off some Ravens gear at the station.

I thought he might want a hat or somethin'.

[Teri] He ain't here.

You know where I might be able to find him, then?

[Teri] Um... He down at the vet.

He pickin' up all kind of extra hours down there.

Hm.

I don't know why I didn't think of that.

[Teri] Mm-hmm.

Maybe I'll run over there and see if I can catch him.

-[Teri] A'ight. -A'ight, y'all be cool.

Hey, hey, hey! Hold it!

You came up here and you killed my vibe.

Could you let me get my vibe back, please, baby?

-A'ight. Yeah, yeah, okay. -Dance with me. Ooh.

-[Rivers] There we go! -[hooting]

Don't hurt him, girl, don't hurt him!

[Rivers] Watch the spin. Watch the spin.

-Yes. [hooting] -Okay. Watch it.

Okay. yeah, yeah.

-A'ight, y'all be cool. -All right, all right.

-[Rivers] A'ight. I'll see you. -Okay, see you, baby!

See you later, boo.

-Sit your ass down. -What?

You all up on that man like this.

[woman] Y'all need to start having some motherfuckin' fun, yo.

I'm tryin' to get some dick. That's what I'm tryin' to get.

-[faint music playing] -[pills rattling]

What's this?

[Mouse] It's for hip dysplasia.

Hip-what?

Hip dysplasia.

This little limp in her step?

-Yeah -Happens to a lot of old dugs.

Bones get all outta whack.

Should be a'ight if you treat it.

[Blax] And how you know that?

I work at the animal hospital sometimes.

Picked up a few things.

I guess we gotta do my baby right, huh?

See, Mouse...

if there's one thing I learned while I was locked up...

if you down bad, you really find out who in your corner.

See, everybody talk that loyal shit.

When it's time to be loyal,

everybody disappear.

[Blax] You see niggas like that?

[speaking indistinctly]

You need to be more wise about who you're making friends.

Somethin' your brother should've been a whole lot better at.

[rap music playing]

[Lamont] What are you doin'?

Yo, I'm a samurai.

Nigga, you a sumo wrestler.

Shut up. You ruinin' my Zen, dude.

Ay!

[Lamont mumbling] Don't start this bullshit.

Ay!

What's going on, yo?

What the fuck it look like, nigga? We chillin'.

So I guess y'all ain't comin' to the shop no more, huh?

Y'all niggas some whores, yo!

For real. How y'all gonna leave me hangin'?

Nigga, look!

I'm not working for free in no hot-ass auto shop!

[Sweartagawd] Swear to God, that shit be hot as fuck.

It ain't for free.

You gonna get a bike at the end of it.

Nigga, it's the summer! We supposed to be havin' fun!

Swear to God, that nigga Blax like a mean-ass principal.

Real mean.

Like a crooked-ass soccer coach.

You letting him Mr. Miyagi you, my nigga.

Oh, really?

[Lamont] Wash that. Paint this.

Fuck all that shit!

Mr. Miyagi?

Mr. Miyagi? Daniel-san, Karate Kid?

-Do you not know anything? -I don't know!

It's a old movie about this Chinese dude

that made this white boy his slave.

That ain't what it's about!

He was training him to win.

He did. We could win, too! Come on!

[scoffs] While he was doing all that fuckboy shit, too?

Nigga, not me.

I'm tryin' to be like them Cobra Kai niggas.

They were swipin' nigga legs off, RIP!

Yeah, I like the Cobra Kai.

[Mouse] Y'all missin' the whole point.

We ain't gonna get another chance like this to get a bike!

No, no, no. You missin' the point.

That ain't even how you go about gettin'

your own bike in Baltimore City, yo.

How you do it, then? Huh?

Like that.

[Lamont] Here come Mr. Miyagi number two.

-[horn honks] -[Sweartagawd] Damn.

[Lamont] Just that easy.

[Sweartagawd] Yeah. Came over here yelling. For real.

-Yo, poor Mouse, yo. -[whispers] Damn it!

[Sweartagawd] He real-life confused.

He don't know how he like his eggs.

He don't know what sock to put on first.

Smartest people ruin your life.

[Lamont] Nigga thinks he's so fine.

Man, fuck the police.

Yeah, fuck the police.

[rap music playing]

[Rivers] Mouse, come sit up front.

I told you, I ain't no snitch.

[Rivers] I'm not asking, I'm telling you.

Come sit up front.

[rap music continues playing on stereo]

[sighs]

You know Tupac grew up in Baltimore, right?

How can I not know that?

That's all you old folks ever talk about.

"Tupac from Baltimore." Who cares?

Nigga died, like, a million years ago.

I saw you at the Ride.

I thought we talked about keeping that quad

-off the main streets. -No.

-You talked about that. -Where you been at today, yo?

Minding my business.

Well, your mama think you at the animal hospital.

And the animal hospital think you out sick.

And I find you with the homies lookin' pretty damn healthy.

Can't jerk around your job, yo.

[scoffs] Job.

Pretty sure a job gotta pay.

Oh, they pay you.

When I hooked you up over there,

I made sure of that.

Uh, barely.

Not even minimum wage.

That's because they can't.

You're not old enough yet.

They give you what they can, when they can, off the books.

What you want me to do with that?

You know exactly what to do with that.

Go to work.

Keep your nose clean and don't let me see

you on them damn bikes again.

I'm not playin', Mouse.

Do not get me twisted.

I will lock your little ass up.

♪ All day all day ♪

♪ I've been working all day ♪

Oh, shit!

-God damn! -You like that?

♪ All day all day... ♪

Look at that torque, bro! God!

This that CRF.

What you gonna do with it?

I rebuilt it for one of my customers

down there on King and Ferry.

I gotta get it back to him.

You know where that's at?

Yeah.

We gonna need you to take it there.

Me?

Yeah, you.

You been working your ass off all week.

Everybody, even Mouse, get his time to shine.

A helmet?

What I look like?

You look like somebody that'd crash

if there's time to get into a chase.

-That's what you look like. -[chains rattling]

Well, come on.

Okay.

This bike clean. Clean title, everything, man.

-[Mouse grunts] -So make sure you can handle it.

Go ahead, start it up.

-[motorbike starts] -[engine revs]

[laughs]

-Yeah. -Hey, look.

Take the bike straight there

and take the bus back.

Don't try all that extra shit, all that stuntin'.

Take it straight there.

I got it. I got it.

[engine revs]

[tires screeching]

The hell is you doin', Mouse?

I got it, I got it.

[rap music playing]

-[car horn honks] -[Sweartagawd rapping]

♪ This nigga eatin' some chips He couldn't afford no dip ♪

♪ He need to stack up On a grip, yo ♪

♪ I get some Lobster and shrimp ♪

♪ Or maybe fuck a bad bitch Stop beatin' his dick, what ♪

♪ I get... I stop beatin' his dick ♪

♪ Yeah, uh, yeah, I said... ♪

Nigga, shut up. Damn. God, you suck...

Yeah, when these raps get me on yachts...

eating caviar with fine bitches

we gonna see who laughing then.

-[motorbike throttling] -Nigga, yeah, me.

Hey, yo.

[Lamont] Hi. What's this?

This?

This is what happens when you listen to Blax.

Hey, what's with Stro's helmet?

[Mouse] None of your business.

Hey, I, uh... I'll hit y'all up.

[laughs]

Yo!

What the fuck.

Bro, did you see the shocks on that shit?

It was all right.

[Sweartagawd] Like I was sayin'

I'm not playin'...

[Mouse whistling]

Come on.

[dogs barking]

[door closes]

[Nicki] New bike?

It's a loaner.

[Nicki] Looks fast.

Whatever you think, it's faster than that. Trust me.

Where your grandmama?

Work.

[Mouse] Get on.

-You got it? -Yeah.

[Mouse] Hm.

It's a special helmet.

-Tell you about it later. -Okay.

-You ready? -Yeah.

Hold on tight.

[Nicki] Is this your brother's helmet?

[Mouse] Yeah.

When Stro died,

my mom just throwed out a bunch of his stuff.

Got rid of it. I told her to let me keep the helmet...

because I know he would've wanted me to have it.

[Nicki] What was he like?

[Mouse] Stro was such a good dude.

Real good dude.

I mean, everybody loved him.

Everybody.

He was my mama's firstborn and she loved Stro.

I mean, she loved-loved him.

I know she loved him more than she loved me.

[Nicki] Don't say that.

[Mouse] I miss him.

You know, he used to always talk about

how he was gonna take me to the ocean.

Always used to be goin' on, and on, and on

about how much I'd love it.

You never been?

To the ocean.

No.

What about "The Ride's like the ocean"?

[laughing]

Stop trippin', bro. That's what he used to always say.

You're talking about a dude

that ain't ever been outside West Baltimore before.

I know I haven't either.

And I know he probably wanted the best for me,

but it's like...

Hey, Mouse.

[camera shutter clicks]

Ah, man, what you do that for?

Candid. No posing.

-The real you. -Aw, man, bump all of that.

How do you even work this joint?

A'ight, let me show you. Let me show you.

Focus.

-[cranks] -Crank. Okay, you did that...

-and then take the picture. -[camera shutter clicks]

Focus.

Crank it.

[camera shutter clicks]

Take the picture.

[Nicki] You got it.

[chuckles]

[Nicki] We'll go one day.

Where?

The ocean.

When are you leaving?

About a month from now.

Will you wait for me?

[softly] Mm-hmm.

Not yet.

[exclaims]

[Derrick] Yo, Mouse.

You Mouse, right?

-Yeah. -I'm D.

I used to hang with your brother, Stro.

Yeah, Derrick, right? I remember you.

What's up, bro?

Yeah, man, let me get a ride on that thing.

Ah, nah, man, it's not even mine.

-I'm just holdin' it. -Come on, man.

Just let me get a ride, man. I'm not goin' nowhere.

I'm just gonna be right here. To the corner and back.

Uh...

What, you scared? Don't be scared, bro.

I'm not goin' nowhere.

They're waitin'. I ain't even say I was scared. I'm just...

Well, let me get a ride on the bike.

[mouthing] No.

You just goin' up the block and comin' right back?

To the corner and right back, bro.

A'ight.

[motorbike starting and revving]

-To the corner and right back. -To the corner and back.

Got no space back here, man.

I'm takin' it around the block.

[engine revving]

-[indistinct chatter] -[engine revving]

Shit!

What the actual fuck were you thinking?

Why would you even let somebody ride that bike?

[Sweartagawd] Swear to God, I wouldn't let no one touch Blax's shit.

I know. I fucked up. I know. A'ight.

I wanna know why Blax lettin' you just walk around like shit cool.

You ain't tell him.

You ain't tell... What are you waiting for?

I mean, it ain't like you any less dead

when that nigga find out.

I know the nigga who took it.

What's his name, yo?

Derrick.

-Damn. -Derrick, Derrick?

-Live around the way, Derrick? -Yeah, that Derrick.

Yo, that boy stay choppin' up bikes, Mouse.

That shit's gone. Forever.

Man, I don't even know why I be talkin' to y'all, see...

[Lamont] Okay, okay, okay, look.

What you wanna do, then?

I mean, 'cause I could find out where that nigga stay at.

Stomp his ass into a pavement right quick.

How's that gonna help? Huh?

Who knows? Maybe it won't.

I mean, but if you got a Derrick pancake

stuck on the bottom of your shoe...

At least Blax'll know you ain't no punk.

I'd be still thinking he a little punk.

You did let his bike get took.

Nigga, I'd rather be half a punk who got his ass beat

than a whole punk who didn't do nothin'.

We with you.

What you wanna do?

Let's go.

[Sweartagawd] So, you got Blax's bike stolen, and you ain't get a kiss?

[Lamont] So, what now? You gonna call her?

[Mouse] Yeah, and look thirsty? Nah, bro.

[Lamont] So you dud her.

[Mouse] Can we talk about somethin' else, please?

[Sweartagawd] I'm gonna keep it G-real with you.

I don't like the light in here.

It like a fuckin' horror story, yeah?

[Lamont] Yeah, this it.

[Sweartagawd] Shit look like a old meat locker.

[Mouse] Probably 'cause it is.

[Lamont] I bet you that nigga in there.

Okay, so we can go in there and be, like, "Excuse me, sir,

"do you mind stepping out your humble abode

so we could beat the ever-lovin' shit out you?"

-Hey, yo, Derrick! -Ay!

-Yo, Derrick! -[Mouse] Shut up.

Stop.

-God damn it. Fuck. -Fuck you doin' here, Mouse?

Bike's gone.

Wasn't mine.

It was M.N.C. Blax's bike.

You don't know no fuckin' M.N.C. Blax.

Why the fuck would you do me like that, huh?

This shit happen all the time. You know this.

Nah, it's different. We go way back, bro.

It's messed up.

Yeah, well, you live and you learn.

We all gotta eat.

Go home, Mouse.

[sighs] Let's just go.

Fuck that.

-Let's just go. -Fuck that.

Y'all ain't hear what the fuck I just said?

Get the fuck out of here before I fuck y'all up.

Who you think you're fuckin' up, yo?

All of y'all, don't push me!

Nigga, I'm pushing. What's up?

-Ay, Lamont. Let's just go. -Yo, yo, fucking chill, Lamont.

You ain't gonna do shit.

-You heard what the fuck I said! -Whoa! Whoa!

[Sweartagawd] Yo! Yo! Fuckin' chill, yo.

-Get the fuck away from him. -Put that gun down.

-Lamont, ay! -Talk that tough shit now!

Lamont! Let's go!

That's what the fuck I thought. Didn't I say dip?

-[Derrick] Roll out! -[indistinct shouting]

-[Sweartagawd] Let's go! -Let's go!

[motorbikes approaching]

Derrick, right?

We already know.

Don't too many people get away with stealin'

no bikes and we don't know about it.

I see you got your little strap.

I used to play with them, too. Until I got on parole.

I ain't got it, but y'all got it?

-[guns cocking] -Is a fat baby heavy?

Shit. Don't get done up by no girl, nigga.

You know who I am, right?

-M.N.C. Blax. -Shut the fuck up, nigga.

That was a rhetorical question.

Man, I can start to pay you now, man.

-We can figure somethin' out. -It's already figured out.

-Hey, look, I'mma tell you one time. -Fuck wrong with you?

We catch you touchin' one of our fuckin' bikes

and I'm gonna blow your fuckin' brains out, nigga.

You understand me?

Yo. Yo.

That's what you do to a nigga that took your bike? Talk?

It got out he took our shit without repercussions,

that's on us.

-You M.N.C. Blax. -It's already over with, man.

This nigga need the shit beat out of him, for real.

I said we out.

Yo, we out, yo.

[motorbikes starting]

[Derrick] Thanks, man.

Thanks, Blax, man...

[gasps]

Oh, shit.

[grunts]

-[Sweartagawd] Yo, chill. -Lamont.

[Sweartagawd] Oh.

[Mouse] Lamont.

[Jamal] Oh, shit.

Now who talkin' that tough shit?

-[rider] Come on, boy, nigga... -Yo, chill!

Lamont! Yo, get off of him. Lamont, get off of him.

He needed that. He needed that.

Yo. Yo! Yo! Chill.

Young boy, young boy, chill. Chill, chill.

Don't need you catching no body just yet.

Learned your lesson, right?

Bitch-ass nigga.

[clicking]

[Blax] Talk.

I-I stopped by the park real quick.

And then this dude just fuckin' jacked me.

So he put a gun to you?

So, how he jack you?

Well, he, uh, I let him ride it for, like, two seconds,

and he just, he took off and he just left and I was...

What did I tell you about that, man?

Didn't I tell you don't never let another man

make you feel like this?

Not even if it's me.

You come in here stuttering, with your head down.

Men don't act like that.

You sure you even ready for this shit?

I ain't got time to keep twisting your arm around.

I got shit to do.

-You hear me? -Yeah.

Yeah.

You on clean-up duty from now on, man.

If you don't get this shit right,

we ain't gettin' back to what we're supposed to.

You do what you gotta do, then maybe we could

get back to what we was doin'.

Maybe.

[music playing on record]

-Cheap ass. -What you doin' after this?

Me? Finna get two girls this year.

One in seventh, one in eighth.

Play it right, they won't even know about each other, yo.

Fuck you talkin' about?

You already got two. Leftquisha and Rightina.

Shut your ass up, yo. You always gangin' up on me.

I only use my right.

[motorbikes revving]

Yo.

[Jamal] Not your fat ass.

-What's up? -What they call you?

Lamont.

You went hard on that bitch-ass nigga that took your bike.

Yeah, that shit had me trippin', for real.

[Jamal] Yeah? I thought you was gonna kill him.

-[Jamal chuckles] -You stopped me.

Bluffin'-ass li'l nigga.

You trying to get some money?

[Queen] What are you lookin' back for?

That's what I'm trying to figure out.

Yeah.

I don't really be fucking with kids,

but I'mma holler at you.

[cell phone vibrating]

[Teri grunts, sobbing]

Ma.

[sobbing]

-Ma. -Uh-huh.

-You all right? -Mm-hmm.

-Don't you got class? -Uh...

I'm gonna take a little break from school.

Pick up some extra hours.

Dr. Parish called.

Said she ain't seen you in a month of Sundays.

You quit on her?

That's what she think.

You love animals, baby.

You been saying how you was gonna be a vet

since your little ass could talk.

What's going on?

Um...

A'ight.

I ain't gonna nag you about it now.

If you wanna quit a job, quit. Lord knows how many I have.

[sniffles]

But don't give up on your dreams, Mouse.

'Cause they don't get no easier to hold on to.

You hear me?

Promise me.

I promise.

I gotta get ready to go to work.

I'll see you tonight.

[music playing in distance]

[people chattering]

What's up, Mouse? You ready to get back to your bike?

I see you been workin' hard.

Feel like you learned your lesson by now.

-What? -[sighs]

What's the matter? I thought you wanted this.

I do.

I need more than a bike, man.

I quit my job to work here, and that's money I don't have.

It's money my family could use.

I don't know what you talkin' about. I got bikes for you, Mouse.

Put me on.

Put you on what?

You see me workin' here? It look like they hirin'?

But Jamal is.

Don't act like you ain't gettin' money with him. I seen it.

Put me on, man, I'm asking for your help.

Fuck, no.

No?

No.

Then what the fuck am I doin' here?

What am I doin' here? Huh?

You better watch who the fuck you talkin' to.

You forgot who you talkin' to, man?

I know exactly who I'm talkin' to.

I know exactly who I'm talkin' to.

I'm talkin' to an ex-con mechanic

who think he still run shit.

Man, fuck this place!

I mean, fuck this half-built bike

and fuck you, too, Blax!

I thought you was down for me.

I am.

Then prove it.

Put me on.

No.

[Sweartagawd] Hey, yo, Mouse.

My nigga.

What up?

[indistinct chatter]

These are my niggas.

[Jamal] Blax let you off the leash, huh?

Meet me at 6:00. Fuck out of here.

♪ All my life I've been trying to get it right ♪

-♪ Trappin' day and night ♪ -♪ Mm-hmm ♪

♪ Toeing that pipe lately ♪

♪ Checking my life ♪

♪ Trying to make it right So I'm puttin' up a fight ♪

♪ Trying to make you my wife, Tell me what you like, baby ♪

♪ Ain't no catching No flights, baby ♪

♪ Do whatever you like, yeah ♪

♪ I'll give you the key To my heart As long as you won't break it ♪

♪ I've been a player, baby girl But I ain't trying to play ya ♪

Who's that?

Li'l Tight Pants? Big Mush Mouth? Young Drug Overdose?

You wouldn't know it. It came out this century.

You headed to the clinic?

I can run you over there real quick.

Nah, I'm not.

You not going to see Blax, are you?

-No, I'm not. -Well, that's good.

Well, don't leave me in suspense, man. Where you goin'?

Why you think that's any of your damn business, huh?

-Mouse. -Nah. Nah, for real.

Why you think you can just roll up on me

any time of the fuckin' day

and just ask me all these questions?

And I gotta tell you everything that's goin' on in my life.

Hmm?

I mean, you came into my school a few months back

when I was, like, what, 10?

Hmm?

That wasn't supposed to be no lifelong commitment. Move on.

-Oh, it's like that? -It's been like that.

-It's like that, Mouse? -It's been like that.

You just can't take a hint. That's your problem.

Hey. Mouse.

Hey, look, you ain't gotta like it, but oh, well.

I'm gonna keep being here for you

and one day you gonna look back and you gonna think about me

and you gonna be glad that somebody had...

-What is it with you, bro? -What you mean?

Is you gay?

You like touching on little kids or somethin'?

Or is it that you feelin' guilty

about all the little niggas you done locked up

and put in a cage?

Whatever your fucking problem is,

I ain't the solution.

I promise you I'm not.

And for your information,

I don't need you. I don't need anybody, but me.

Step!

You don't need me?

Okay, big man.

A'ight.

[Sweartagawd rapping]

♪ I see your graves Gettin' dug ♪

♪ If you fucks with my cut What? Yeah, I said ♪

[Mouse] Ay!

Shut the fuck up, bro.

For two seconds, be serious.

-You think they got ice cream? -Nigga, shut up.

Or, like, candy or...

[sighs]

Y'all little niggas ready to get down with the Clique?

[Queen] Still fucking around with these kids.

[Jamal] Y'all download what I told y'all to download?

Yeah, but what I'mma do with a datin' app, man?

I do be gettin' hella girls, though.

[Queen] Man, shut the fuck up and listen.

Take out y'all phones.

Find me.

Swipe right.

Y'all think these dumbass police

gonna be lookin' for a conspiracy in a datin' app?

Really?

Keep your phone on you at all times.

Don't put that shit on silent, ever.

I'mma hit you on there. Tell you where to meet at.

You got 20 minutes to get there.

It ain't never gonna be the same place twice.

You gonna be gettin' a specific order that day.

You pick up the bag from my man inside.

Listen, don't open that bag.

Just put it in this bag. Don't even fuckin' look in it.

Take it to the second spot. Just give them the bag.

They gonna hit me and let me know they got it.

They gonna give you another bag.

Don't open that one, neither.

-Where they asses? -Just bring it back to me.

Do exactly what I say,

then you gonna get paid.

Shit, you might fuck around and get rich.

This light work y'all are doing.

Y'all little niggas can't ride with the Clique.

You ain't shit but cheap labor.

[Queen] Man, it take more than that to be M.N.C.

[Jamal] Until I say otherwise, anything I give you,

I could take the fuck back.

Mouse.

[Jamal] Don't mention shit to nobody.

What?

Ain't you forgettin' somethin'?

Can't fuckin' do that right now, Shay.

[Jamal] You get hemmed up, you on your own.

Got any questions, ask now

'cause I ain't sayin' shit twice.

Speak the fuck up.

Um...

When we gonna get our bikes?

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, I could put you on my own.

Look at this, he think he smooth.

[Sweartagawd] This nigga always think you got the sauce, man.

Baby-ass bike.

What y'all goofy-ass niggas talkin' about, bro?

My bike is the best one out of all of us, bro.

-Out of all of us. -[Lamont] This that big stuff.

-[Sweartagawd] I got that muscle right here. -Come on, nigga.

Bro, I picked my shit first, how about that?

Ay! Ay, Nicki.

[Nicki] Hey, guys.

-'Sup, Nicki? -What's up?

You okay? Haven't been answering my calls.

Nice camera.

I'm good.

I been busy.

Yeah, well, I printed a few pictures of you.

Thought you might like this one.

Thanks.

My grandma's gonna be gone all day.

Had to visit a cousin in D.C. or somethin'.

We could go catch a movie.

Shit. But you know, actually,

like I was sayin', we kinda busy.

So, it's...

You're busy?

Yeah, busy.

Who are these people?

These are my friends from school.

And they live here year-round.

You know what? I was actually finna get going anyway.

Mouse.

You'll wait for me, though, right?

Let's go, Mouse.

[engine revving]

[Sweartagawd] Look, I know that was messed up,

but if you wanna go to the movies,

-I can take you. -Shut up.

[chuckles]

[Teri] Where you get all of this?

What is this?

Why are you going through my stuff?

I ain't gonna ask you again.

It's money.

Little boy, don't play with me.

Where you get all of this?

Huh?

Vet don't pay that much,

and hell, you ain't been going there no way.

I earned it.

-How? -Working.

Workin' for who?

Some dudes.

What fuckin' dudes, Myron?

Some dudes I been ridin' bikes with.

[groans]

I done lost one of my sons to these fuckin' streets

and if you think I'm finna lose another one

it ain't gonna be while you up under this fuckin' roof!

You know what?

Get the fuck out. Get the fuck out my house.

Get the fuck out, Myron.

Where the fuck you want me to go?

Where the fuck you think you gonna go?

You a grown-ass man now, right?

You a grown-ass fuckin' man now, right?

What the fuck I look like takin' care

of a grown-ass fuckin' man?

You gettin' money,

get the fuck out and figure it out!

Figure this shit out, Myron!

I ain't fuckin' playin' with you!

Myron!

All the shit I've done for you, boy.

This the shit you gonna do.

All the fuckin' shit I have done for you.

You know what it took me to... Fuckin' shit!

[whines]

Shit!

[mumbles]

[music playing on record]

Yo, Sophie.

[dog barking]

M.N.C. Blax.

Detective Rivers.

I just came through to check you out.

It's not a official visit. Your P.O. didn't send me.

It don't matter, 'cause I ain't dirty anyway.

That's good, brother, that's good.

Finally gettin' yourself together after all this time, huh?

And after all of this time, you still runnin' around here

acting like you better than niggas, huh?

Shit don't change, huh?

We closed, so what's up?

You know, they used to have this program called BPD Buddies.

It got cut a few years back. Budget constraints.

But what it was, it allowed cops

to go inside of schools and be a mentor.

Mine was Mouse.

I mean, this little boy, man.

This little boy blew me away.

I mean, anything that you wanted to know about an animal,

whether it was the life expectancy of a frog

or the diet of an arctic fox,

I mean, he could just recall it

from his memory just like that. [snaps fingers]

I probably learned more from him than he learned from me.

The more we got to know each other,

the more I got to know what he's been through.

How his brother died in that police raid and all that.

That's tragic stuff, brother.

So, I started digging.

And guess whose name came up?

You.

Bryan Tarver.

And I said to myself, I said, "Man, I know this guy.

Bryan, Bryan. Yeah! Bryan from the West Side.

Grew up on the same block. Yeah.

Little big-head-ass Bryan,

used to follow behind us and shit.

Yeah, I know him.

Turned out to be one cold-hearted brother,

but yeah, I know him."

Man, nigga, you don't fuckin' know me.

Maybe you right.

I thought I did.

But I had no idea how cold

-M.N.C. Blax really was. -Nigga, you don't know shit.

[chuckles]

I know when we found Stro, he had, like, what?

800, 900 on him.

And what kid you know from West Baltimore

got that kinda cash on him unless he trappin'?

Stro don't trap.

I was lookin' out for Stro.

Well, you did a hell of a job.

No matter how you cut it, Bryan...

this on you, ain't it?

Ain't none of your fucking business.

Now what else you want?

I wanna make sure that the same thing doesn't happen to Mouse.

I wanna make sure that the same thing doesn't happen

to any of these other young Black boys

followin' your ass down the same road.

I know you ain't just said what I think you said.

Black boys? What about Black boys?

You don't give a fuck about Black boys.

Matter of fact, you ain't even Black no more, nigga. You blue.

Bitch-ass nigga.

That's why Mouse don't wanna be around you now.

Fuckin' joke.

He know I'm the only nigga

around here that care about him.

Only nigga around here that ain't on a payroll

to act like he care about him.

Ah. Okay.

You and I both know...

that the best thing that could ever happen to Mouse

is for a nigga like you to be out of his life forever.

Let me ask you somethin', Blax.

Bryan.

Does Mouse know what really happened to Stro?

Figures.

[Sweartagawd] Oh, Mouse, if you gonna be stayin' at my house,

don't be using my toothbrush, a'ight?

That shit's nasty, yo.

[Mouse] Yeah, whatever, yo.

I'm tellin' you, nigga, these are O.G.

Nigga, these are better than those, though.

-Here we go. -I'm tellin' you, yo.

-This is the best shit ever. -They're not even made the same, yo.

Yes, they are.

-What're you talkin' about, yo? -No, they not.

They way different textures.

No, they're not. They're both gummy.

-They're literally both gummy. -Those are Sour Patch Kids.

-These are gummy bears. -But they're both gummies.

-Hey, yo. Jamal was right about us. -They're sour.

-Fuck you talkin' about? -Here we go.

He was right about us, a'ight?

We doin' the same shit we always used to do.

We just sittin' on some borrowed bikes.

Hey, nigga. I love my borrowed bike.

Oh, yeah? What happens if you wreck it?

What you think Jamal gonna say? What you think Jamal gonna do?

Forgive and forget?

Take a couple thousand dollar loss and just move on?

I mean, seriously, did y'all even think about

the deal we took when we got these bikes?

-Nigga, did you? -Yes. And I am now.

So what would you like us to do, then, Mouse?

Make our own money. Get our own bike.

That's the kinda shit we need to be on, yo.

[sighs] Ay, look, it's like this.

As long as we keep holdin' our hands out,

we always gonna be seen as some little kids.

And I don't know about y'all, but I'm sick and tired

of grown folks runnin' my life.

Boys wait for other people. Men go out and get it.

I'm tryin' to go get it.

How the fuck we supposed to do that, Mouse?

Huh?

We can just rob that motherfucker right there.

-Is you high? -Nah, think about it.

We'll get the props we need

for actually doin' something. Something real.

And we can get the cash to get all our bikes.

It's a win-win.

Yeah.

Yeah, it'd be easy.

Old man Kim ain't gonna put up no fight.

We get in, we get out,

we get the cash, we get our own bikes.

And we prove to Jamal we down for whatever.

[Lamont] And we get to fuck with them racist ass.

Yeah.

Y'all do know this, that's a real crime, right?

Jail time. Doin' our nickel. Don't drop the soap, like...

The fuck you think we've been doin' for Jamal?

Delivering pizzas?

Let's go get it.

I don't know.

Y'all know y'all still babies, right?

-We know we ready, Queen. -What we tryin' to tell you

is we ain't no fuckin' babies, bro.

Yo, Jamal.

J! Come here, right fast.

[Jamal] Hold up, yo.

Yeah?

J, they tryin' to tool up.

[Jamal] Say what?

Say they need a strap.

Give 'em one.

One, though.

[Jamal] Yo, Queen.

Give it to that little nigga.

[Queen] You bet.

Man, come on.

[revving continues]

Whoo... Pay up.

[chuckles] Yeah. Pay.

[rider] Yo!

Hey, yo.

Let me holler at you, yo.

Yo, what's up?

You makin' it hot out here. What you doin'?

I see you holdin' court out here.

Yeah, it's the shit you taught me.

Keep the money and the work separate.

What's the problem? Nigga, I'm on parole.

You know if the cops come up in here, I'm done.

All right. We gonna chill.

I'll let niggas know we can't be ridin' here.

Cool? What else?

-Fall back off Mouse. -No.

That little nigga a trapper.

Gotta keep him around, he good.

Just like Stro.

Fall back off Mouse, nigga.

Yeah, whatever.

Tell that little nigga to bring my shit back

and go ahead about his business.

Oh, yeah, and if you still tryin' to save the youth and shit...

he came asking for a piece.

And you fuckin' gave it to him.

Pretty sure I was around the same age

when you gave me my first strap, nigga.

[engine revving]

[grunting playfully]

-I didn't contribute that. -Yeah.

[Sweartagawd] Oh, my bad.

-[Lamont] Well, what's up? -[Sweartagawd] Well, that was messed up.

[phone vibrating]

[indistinct chatter]

[Sweartagawd] Don't even do that.

[mouthing]

[phone vibrating]

Hey, yo, I gotta go.

Ay, you hear me talkin' to you?

I gotta go. Blax texted me.

-A'ight. -All right.

Yo, text me when you get back.

[engine spluttering]

[engine revving]

Yo.

I need to holler at you.

I'm here.

You know I know what you been up to, right?

[sighs]

So?

-"So"? What the fuck you mean, "so"? -[Sophie whimpering]

You not even built like that. I don't even know why...

Mouse!

Ay.

Ay, what's wrong with Sophie?

I don't know what's wrong with Sophie.

-What the fuck is wrong with you? -Ay.

Listen to me, something's wrong with her. You got your car here?

What you mean, there's something wrong with Sophie?

-Right here. -Well, come on, man.

[whimpering]

[dogs barking]

Have you noticed any change in behavior recently?

She been, like,

moving a little slow

and like not eating as much as she usually eat

but she get like that sometimes.

[exhales]

You think it might be bloat?

[Blax] What's that? What's bloat?

It's, uh, actually called gastric dilatation...

Vol...

-Volvulus. -Volvulus.

It's a gas build-up.

Blockage, it makes the stomach twist up on itself.

And that's supposed to be serious?

So, what we supposed to do?

Well, surgery is certainly an option.

But with a dog of this age...

Well, what you trying to say? We gotta, like, put her down?

Well, that's 100% up to you.

We can operate as early as tomorrow morning

if that's the route you wanna go.

But, honestly...

that's a lot for this little girl to take.

[sighs]

Mouse gonna do it.

[Dr. Parish] Um...

I got you.

[Dr. Parish] Okay.

I'm gonna walk you through it, all right?

All right, keep your hand really steady, okay?

We're gonna find the major artery in the back of this front leg.

Just go ahead and feel around for it.

Right there, do you feel that?

Just put the needle directly into it, okay?

[Mouse exhales]

[Sophie whimpering]

I'll leave you guys to it.

[Mouse exhales]

You remember I told you

your brother was, like, no good at choosin'

who he hung around?

Yeah.

I was talkin' about niggas like me.

He should've avoided niggas like me.

Wait, what you talkin' about?

He called me...

and he kept tellin' me how he needed money

and how the lights went out

for the second time.

So I sent him to do a run.

He ain't never make it back from that run.

It's my fault your brother died.

I put him on.

And I only took you under the wing 'cause I felt like...

this would be the only thing I could do

to feel like I'm doin' right.

[thuds]

Mouse.

Yo, Mouse.

[dogs barking]

[motorbikes revving in distance]

[indistinct chatter, cheering]

[Lamont] Got it?

What if he fixed the cameras, ay?

You think he just so happened to fix 'em the night we rob him?

Besides, all these engines, nigga,

you ain't gonna hear no shootin'.

Nigga, there ain't gonna be no shootin'.

I'm just sayin' if shit go left.

No. We get in, we get out.

We get the money, we leave.

No shooting.

Lamont, I'm serious.

Nigga, I'm serious.

Stop being so damn scary.

[Sweartagawd] Fuck.

Man, nigga, you know what?

-Fuck that shit. -Fuck are you doin'? 'Mont.

'Mont!

[engine roaring]

Let them have their fun. Everyone sit tight.

[whistling]

[crowd cheering]

[mouthing]

[cheering]

[cell phone chiming]

[mouthing]

[Lamont] Ready?

[woman on TV] I wanna know who killed my brother!

Hey, hey, hey... [screams]

-[grunting] -[Lamont] Give me your money.

[Mouse] Get the money right now. Right now!

[Sweartagawd] Yo, I swear to God, yo, I'mma shoot your ass.

[Lamont] Give me the money right now.

I'm calling the police.

[Lamont] Ay! Yo, yo, yo. What is you doin'?

What are you doing?

[Mouse] No, no, no. Let's go back. Come on.

Hey, yo. It's bad, bro. We gotta go.

-[Lamont] Give me the money. -[Mouse] Lamont, leave him. Let's go.

We gotta go!

[indistinct shouting]

-[Lamont] Let me go! -[gunshot]

[siren blaring]

[Mouse] What the fuck? I said no shooting!

-[gunshot] -[glass shattering]

-[Sweartagawd] Shit, gun! -[gunshot]

[Lamont] What the fuck?

[gunshot]

[gun cocking]

[Lamont] We gotta go. We gotta go.

-Come on, we gotta go. -[Mouse] Sweartagawd.

-[Lamont] We gotta go. -[Mouse] Sweartagawd!

-[Lamont] Come on, we gotta go. -[Mouse] Sweartagawd, get up!

[female dispatch] Shots fired.

There's a store robbery in progress.

Multiple suspects fleeing from Clinton and Calhoun.

[Rivers] All right, I'm on it.

[siren blaring]

[engines revving]

[Lamont] We gotta split up.

[Mouse] Lamont, no. We should stay together.

[Lamont] Nah, too risky.

I'mma go find Jamal.

He'll know what to do.

[Mouse] Lamont!

Wait, 'Mont, come back.

Please. Lamont!

[motorbike revving in distance]

-[thudding] -[dog whimpering]

Miguel. You can take a break, Miguel.

You don't fuckin' hear me? Take a break!

And lock the door when you leavin'.

[door closes]

-[Mouse exhales] -[Blax] What happened to you?

Tell me what happened, Mouse.

He's dead.

[Blax] Who dead?

[breath trembling]

Sweartagawd got shot

-and now he's dead. -Oh, God.

How'd he get shot? By who?

Mr. Kim's wife.

We didn't know she had a gun.

The fuck? Was y'all tryin' to rob the store, Mouse?

[Mouse] We had a plan.

Oh, my fucking God.

No shooting.

But then they shot, and we shot.

Shut up and let me think, man.

I need you to listen to me, Mouse.

You wanna know what a second chance

feel like for people like me and you?

Niggas like us don't get no second chances, Mouse.

What are you talkin' about?

Just promise me you gonna do right, Mouse.

[dog barking]

[siren blaring]

Promise.

I promise.

Then take this hoodie off, and then go put that shirt on.

And wash your hands.

[dog continues barking]

Diesel, shut up.

[whispers] I'm fucked.

[helicopter whirring]

[mouthing]

Blax.

Blax, what's next?

I'm not strapped. I'm here to turn myself in.

Blax, what's goin' on?

Turn yourself in for what?

For that robbery that killed that little boy earlier.

No, no, no, Blax.

Shut the fuck up.

-No, no, no. But you can't. -Shut the fuck up.

He ain't got shit to do with this.

He been here fixin' his bike the whole time.

This is all me.

You know he a good kid, right, Rivers?

The best thing you could do is take me.

And keep me out of his life forever.

Blax.

Don't do this. Don't.

Blax.

-Primary suspect in custody. -Blax. Listen to me.

Listen to what I'm sayin', Blax, please.

No sign of his accomplice.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can be held against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you.

Blax.

No, no, don't do that.

Blax!

[Rivers] Take him, take him, take him.

Oh, Blax!

Don't fuckin' touch me.

Let's go.

-Come on, Mouse. -No.

Let's go, come on.

Come on. Let's go.

I got you. I got you. I got you.

[Rivers] Mouse.

I'mma take care of the police stuff.

But don't let this go to waste.

[reporter] Store owner, Sung-Min Kim thwarted an attempted robbery...

killing one suspect in the process.

Authorities have yet to release the name

of the deceased would-be robber.

And we're told that the assailant was just 13 years old.

After a standoff at a local auto garage, authorities are claiming,

to have the prime suspect in custody

and are calling this case closed.

[male news anchor] Well, it's a sure sign that summer is almost over...

[dial tone ringing]

[door opens]

[phone vibrating]

[sobbing]

[Teri] Hey, baby.

[continues sobbing]

Ma.

[Teri] Yes, baby, I'm here.

[sobbing] I love you.

[scanner buzzing]

[camera shutter clicks, dings]

[sighs]

[phone vibrating]

Excuse.

[beeps]

[Lamont] Yo.

Hey.

What's goin' on, 'Mont?

You just gettin' off work?

Yeah.

It's cool.

You know, I see Miss T and Shay the other day.

That's cool.

You still ride?

Yeah, it's, uh...

It's just not the same.

Yeah.

Yeah, I miss him, too.

[cell phone chiming]

[exhales] All right, well, I gotta roll.

A'ight.

You be safe out there, man.

Yeah. You, too, Mouse.

[engine starts]

[Teri] Look at my little veterinarian.

-Hey, baby. -What's goin' on, Ma?

Nothin'.

Got somethin' for you.

-You got somethin' for me? -I got somethin' for you.

-What you got? -Here you go.

What you got me?

-[Teri chuckles] -That's all you.

-What's goin' on here? -[Teri] You bought groceries and shit, too?

[blows raspberry]

Y'all hungry?

I am.

[Teri] Well, get your ass in here. Let's go.

All right.

-[Teri] Shay, come on! -[Shay] One minute.

[Mouse] That way.

[dog barks]

["Ruff Ryder's Anthem" by DMX playing]

[man] Yo. Baltimore's got the hardest riders.

Watch this. Check this shit out.

Watch that bike.

♪ Stop, drop, shut 'em down Open up shop♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ That's how Ruff Ryders roll ♪

♪ Stop, drop, shut 'em down Open up shop ♪

This is our release.

♪ That's how Ruff Ryders roll ♪

[laughter]

♪ Niggas wanna try Niggas wanna lie ♪

♪ Then niggas wonder why ♪

♪ Niggas wanna die All I know is pain ♪

♪ All I feel is rain ♪

♪ How can I maintain With mad shit on my brain? ♪

♪ I resort to violence My niggas move in silence ♪

♪ Like you don't know What our style is ♪

♪ New York niggas The wildest... ♪

Whoo! Whoo!

♪ Took it, then we split it ♪

♪ You fuckin' right we did it♪

♪ What the fuck you gonna do When we run up on you? ♪

♪ Fuckin' wit' the wrong crew Don't know What we goin' through♪

♪ I'm a have to show niggas How easily we blow niggas ♪

♪ When you find out There's some more niggas ♪

♪ That's runnin' With your niggas ♪

♪ Nothin' we can't handle Break it up and dismantle ♪

♪ Light it up like a candle ♪

♪ Just 'cause I can't stand you ♪

♪ Put my shit on tapes Like you bussin' grapes ♪

♪ Think you holdin' weight? Then you haven't met the apes ♪

♪ Stop, drop, shut 'em down Open up shop ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ That's how Ruff Ryders roll ♪

♪ Stop, drop, shut 'em down Open up shop ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ That's how Ruff Ryders roll ♪

♪ Is y'all niggas crazy? I'll bust you and be swazy ♪

♪ Stop actin' like a baby Mind your business, lady ♪

♪ Nosy people get it, too ♪

♪ When you see me spit at you You know I'm tryin' To get rid of you ♪

♪ Yeah, I know It's pitiful... ♪

[rider] Yeah! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Yeah.

♪ Just for talkin' shit, clown Oh, you think it's funny ♪

♪ Then you don't know me, money It's about to get ugly ♪

♪ Fuck it, dog, I'm hungry ♪

♪ I guess you know What that mean ♪

♪ Come up off that green Five niggas or a fiend ♪

♪ Don't make it A murder scene ♪

♪ Give a dog a bone Leave a dog alone ♪

♪ Let a dog roam And he'll find his way home ♪

♪ Home of the brave My home is a cage ♪

♪ And yo, I'm a slave Till my home is a grave ♪

♪ I'm a pull paper It's all about the papers ♪

♪ Bitches caught the papers Then how they wanna rape us ♪

♪ Stop, drop, shut 'em down Open up shop ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ That's how Ruff Ryders roll ♪

♪ Stop, drop, shut 'em down Open up shop ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ That's how Ruff Ryders roll ♪

♪ Look what you done started Asked for it, you got it ♪

♪ Had it, should have shot it Now you're dearly departed ♪

♪ Get at me, dog Did I rip shit? ♪

♪ With this one here I flip shit ♪

♪ Niggas know When I kick shit ♪

♪ It's gonna be Some slick shit ♪

♪ What was that look for When I walked in the door? ♪

♪ Oh, you thought you was raw? Boom! Not anymore ♪

♪ 'Cause now you on the floor Wishin' you never saw ♪

♪ Me walk through that door With that four-four ♪

♪ Now it's time for bed Two more to the head ♪

♪ Got the floor red Yeah, that nigga's dead ♪

♪ Another unsolved mystery Is goin' down in history ♪

♪ Niggas ain't never did Shit to me ♪

♪ Bitch ass niggas Can't get to me ♪

♪ Gots to make the move Got a point to prove ♪

♪ Gotta make 'em grove Got 'em all like "ooo" ♪

♪ So the next time You hear this nigga rhyme ♪

♪ Try to keep your mind On gettin' pussy and prime ♪

♪ Stop, drop, shut 'em down Open up shop ♪

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