All language subtitles for Money.and.Violence.S01E17_English

- [ music playing ]
- ♪ Yeah, Brooklyn

- ♪ Them young boys
be whilin' ♪
- ♪ Whilin'

♪ All this money
and violence ♪

- ♪ Them young boys
be whilin' ♪
- ♪ Yeah

♪ All this money
and violence ♪

- ♪ Yeah
- ♪ See, I don't wanna
see you hurt ♪

♪ But pain brings you
a little closer ♪

♪ You said you ride to die,
you're supposed to be
like my soldier ♪

♪ Said you was lookin' out,
but I'm lookin' over
my shoulder ♪

♪ Holding hammers like grudges, the bitch ass around us,
they know us ♪

♪ Them young boys
be whilin', all this money
and violence ♪

- ♪ Yeah, them young boys
be whilin' ♪
- ♪ Whilin'

♪ All this money
and violence ♪

- ♪ Yeah, them young boys
be whilin' ♪
- ♪ Whilin'

♪ All this money
and violence ♪

♪ Them young boys
be whilin' ♪

♪ All this money
and violence. ♪

[ gunshot echoes ]

Yo, that's
the address right here.

So we're trying to see
where the nigga lives.

Looking at it.

How many people
you think live
in there?

It's a big-ass
fucking crib.

I'm wondering
if that shit is one family

or if that shit
is two separate
fuckin' apartments.

That's a big-ass
house, though.

What time is it?

It's 10:00, man.

Son, we been sitting here
for fucking hours.

I ain't seen nobody
come out that crib yet.

What the fuck?

So maybe the nigga
just got the crib,

but he don't
be there like that.

- Think so?
- Yeah, but if
that's the case--

I mean, I know
a lot of niggas
with paper

who might have cribs
just to stash paper in.

That's true, too.

Fuck it, we just wait
till that nigga get here.

I was hoping
I'd seen you out here.

- What up, Kane?
- Ain't shit, man.

- Can I ask you something?
- What up?

[ dog barking ]

Yo, I was wondering
if I could borrow a gun.

- What?
- I was wondering
if I could borrow a gun.

Kane, where is this
coming from?

You were just scared
to bring my gun to
the next building.

Now you're asking me
to borrow one?

Son, that's 'cause
some shit happened, Shane.

The other day,
some dude was
shootin' at me.

Who would be
shooting at you, Kane?

Never mind. But just
'cause you got a gun

don't mean you got
the heart to use it.

I know that, man,
but if I did have a gun,

I coulda at least
pulled it out

and I could at least
scared the nigga.

No, no, no, no.

Don't ever think
like that, my nigga.

Listen, if you do
manage to get a gun

and you're not
ready to use it,

please don't
pull it out.

That kind of bluff there
could cost you your life.

Yo, I hear
what you saying, man,

but do you got a gun
I could borrow?

I'm in a bad situation
right now as far as guns,

but the way
you're thinking,

I don't think
a gun is necessarily
the best thing for you.

Yo, I'm just trying
to protect myself, Shane.

When homie was
shooting at me, that
shit had me scared, yo.

So? When I asked you to bring
the gun to the next building,
you were scared.

- Yeah, I was scared.
- All right, then.

My nigga, you're
a grown-ass man.

You need to start
standing up for yourself

and defending yourself
with your hands first

before you
start talking
about these guns.

Yo, I'm just
sick and tired
of running, man.

It feels like
I been running
my whole life.

I understand, Kane.
But it has way more to do

with the heart
that's in your chest

than it will ever
have to do

with the piece of steel
in your hand.

Man:
Yo!

Joe, nice car, man.

Yo, where'd you
get this?

I just got it.

You know I got
my promotion and all.

You looking good.
You looking real good!

Let me go park up.

- All right.
- All right.

[ sighs ]
Good looking on
that advice, though, man.

I really appreciate it.

On second thought,
having a gun isn't
a bright idea.

Yeah, all right,
Kane, man.

Just don't force it.

I won't.

Where this nigga at?

Patience, my nig,
patience.

I've done fucking,
laid under niggas' cars

for fucking hours
waiting for they
asses to come home.

Ain't nothing like
jumping down on a nigga,

2:00, 3:00
in the fucking morning.

They don't expect
that shit.

Nigga pulls up
in his fucking car.

All he sees is
a fuckin' black hand

on his fucking head
getting the fuck out.

[ snickers ]
That nigga don't
wanna see that shit.

Yo, I remember
this shit, right?

[ chuckles ]
So me and me--
me and this nigga,

we was watching
this nigga and shit.

We watching
this nigga, 11:30.
I'm in the back yard.

Nigga got one of them
fucking driveways

that go behind
the house and shit.

And there's a door
in the back to get
in the crib.

So we watching nigga
from, like, 11:30 at night.

I watched nigga come in,
I guess nigga just came
from shopping.

- He goin' out and shit.
- Mm-hmm.

So nigga go in the crib,
I watch the nigga go
in the crib.

Come back an hour later,
he all dressed
all different and shit.

Nigga jumps in his car,
he skates.

So we sit there,
we in the back yard.

We sit in the whip,
just laying on this nigga.

So I'm back there
from, like, 11:30 till,
like, 4:00 in the morning.

- God damn, nigga.
- Yo, this nigga roll up,

like, 4:00 in
the morning and shit.

Soon as I see,
you know--

- I see the lights comin',
I know it's him.
- Mm-hmm.

'Cause I knew his car.
Nigga had a GS 400 and shit.

This was years ago,
when the GS 4 was hot.

So the nigga pull up
to the fuckin' driveway,
he pull in.

So as soon as I see
the nigga pulling in,
you know,

pullin' the cock back
on the hammer,
come out the car,

go position myself
and shit.

By the time the nigga
coming out the car door,

I run up to the
car door-- boom.

Put the hammer to the nigga.
So I'm like, "Yo, what up?"

- Mm-hmm.
- I didn't even know it.

It was the nigga's man
that was driving.

Bitch-ass nigga
dropped the keys

on the fucking top
of the car.

"Oh, my God.
I don't live here.

I know
who you looking for.
He in the passenger side."

- Wow.
- I'm like, "Wow,
bitch nigga shit."

But anyway...
my other man run up,

grab the nigga
out the passenger side.

Turns out
when we looked,

two broads comin'
out the car and shit.

I guess they brought
two bitches home or
whatever from the club.

- They were
about to party?
- Yeah.

So we pushed them
in the crib or whatever.

So, you know,
I'm trying to keep it
a hundred--

I tell the shorties,
"Yo, look, man, we don't
want nothing from you.

We ain't
come here for you.

Know what I mean?
We came to get what
we came to get."

But I'm trying to, like,
you know-- I'm trying
to mindfuck 'em.

So I'm telling them,
like, "Yo this some
drama shit, ma.

- Y'all know nothing
about this."
- "Mind your business."

Yeah. "Let's do
what we came to do
and we out."

Se poum...
run up in the living room.

Niggas is, you know
what I'm saying--

them niggas is on the couch
in the living room
and shit.

So I'm like,
"Yo, where the fuck
the paper at?"

I hear a commotion
down the hall.

I look. So it's
the broads and shit.

They're whiling on my man.
So I run down the hall

and I'm like,
"Yo, mom, I don't want
nothin' from you.

Like, let me do
what the fuck
I came to do."

My nigga, I go back
in the living room,

these niggas like,
"Shut the fuck up, bitches!

Y'all bugging!
Y'all gonna get us killed!"

- Oh, hell no.
- So this shit's crazy. So--

- You ain't gonna
butt none them niggas?
- My nigga, nah, nah.

The niggas were
on some chill shit.

I hear the commotion again
so now I run down
the hall, man.

These broads tryin'
to jump my man again.

My nigga,
I just grabbed shorty,
I start butting her up.

Boom, boom,
boom, boom, boom!

So I butt her up,
like, two, three times.

She dropped
to the ground.

So, she's struggling
with me, my nigga.

She's like,
"What the fuck
you gonna do?

What the fuck you gonna do?"
So I say fuck it,
I get tight.

Bah!
I let off a shot.

- You shot that bitch?
- Yeah, my nigga.

Word to my mother.
So it was crazy, yes.

Now, I'm telling my man,
like, "Yo, let's go, man!

This shit is fucked up.
I done let off a shot."

It's 4:00
in the morning.

My nigga, when
I get to the door,
I swear to you,

this bitch jumped up
and was like,

- "You missed, motherfucker."
- The same bitch you shot?

When I tried to hit
the bitch, my nigga,

God was with this bitch
'cause the gun fucking jammed.

- It wasn't her time to go.
- The gun jammed, my nigga.

So now I just look
and I was like,
"You lucky bitch."

Nigga,
good story,

but we're gonna miss
this faggot nigga
if he roll up, man.

- Nah, my eyes is open.
- How you shootin' a bitch?

- What's up with you guys?
- That's life, nigga.

[ laughing ]
And she had that shit
coming, yo.

Oh, man.

Yo, where's
this nigga at, Rafe?

The fuck
you looking at?

What you mean
what the fuck I'm looking at?

Oh! What you got
for me today, dude?

- Yo, I got nothing, bro.
I'm going to work.
- You-- what?

Radio announcer:
...you get $5 for
each call...

- Yo?
- Yo, Rafe!

- Black, what up?
- Where you at?

You're gonna
love me, man.

Yeah, I'm around.
What up?

We need to talk.
We need to talk now,
my nigga.

Cool, come see me.
I'm over here
on two-first.

You know where I'm at.
Just hit me when you
get out here.

All right, bet.
Say no more.

Easy.

Female radio announcer:
...you get incredible savings
every time you shop.

[ car ignition beeps ]

Kane left?

Yeah, he left
soon as you pulled up.

Damn, I had a couple
questions for him.

Questions about what?

I ran into Rafe
not too long ago.

He had asked me if I had
any openings at my job
for Kane.

I just wanted to know
if he had any customer
service experience.

Oh, all right.

But, yo,
on another note,

I wanted
to talk to you
about something.

- And I spoke to Miz, too.
- Oh, yeah? How'd it go?

Nah, he was real calm
about the whole situation.

He was just tight
that I was dodging
his calls.

Hate to say I told you so,
but I did tell you
to call him.

Nah, you told me so,
but he said something

that just keeps
fucking with me, man,

and I can't get it
off my mind.

- What'd he say?
- He said

obviously
who robbed me

knew where I was goin'
and what I had on me.

So what you saying,
that you got set up?

- That's how he feels.
- Who set you up, though?

I don't know.

He asked who knew
that I was coming
to get work from him

and I only could
think of one person.

- And who's that?
- Tai.

But Tai wouldn't
do that, man.

- Would he?
- Tai's be
on some bullshit,

but I don't think his BS
will stretch far enough

to set you up
to get robbed.

- That's OD.
- That's what I was saying.

I know Tai be on some
jealousy bullshit,

but come on, man.

And after Miz
said that,

I just can't stop
thinking about that.

The most I could say
is keep your eyes open.

Although, I don't think
he would go that far.

But you can't put nothing
past these people these days.

Ah, you're right, man.
I definitely got
my eyes open.

Well, come on, yo.

Yo.

Yeah.
Yo, I'm here, yo.

All right. Bye.

[ sighs ]
Let's see what
this nigga got to tell.

I hope he got
some good fucking news.

- My nigga Rafe.
- What up, Black?

- Why you soundin'
so excited?
- Oh, man,

I got something
serious for you, Rafe.

Yeah? The way you soundin',
like you got the entire bank.

- Something like that.
- Something like that?

- What you mean, exactly?
- Yo, I linked up
with this dude

that works for this
armored truck company.

- Armored truck?
- Yeah, my nigga.

- Armored truck.
- So who's this?

Yo, some dude I used to
go to school with
back in the days.

I ain't seen him
in years.

And we linked up
with each other last week.

And when I bought
a couple of drinks,

come to find out
he's an armed guard,
security.

- I don't know, Black.
- What you mean?

What I mean is
you ain't seen this dude
since high school, man.

You don't know
where he's been
or what he's done

since the last time
y'all fucked with each other.

Well, I haven't
brought it up to him yet,

but last time
we was with each other,

he just kept
putting it out there.

Like, the armored truck
could really get hit up.

He says,
a lot of cracks
in the system.

And he was making it look
like it could easily get got

and niggas could
get away, man.

Sounds to me
like he was throwin'
that shit up in the air

- hoping that you'd catch it.
- That's what I was saying,

but I haven't spoken yet
'cause I know how funny
you could be.

Man, you call it "funny"
if you want, man.

I call that shit
"being safe."

The truth is the majority
of these niggas out here
are rats, Black.

You can't be so quick
to jump out the window
over some bread.

Not every money's
good money, man.

I feel you.
What you want me
to do?

Honestly, I don't know.
I don't know, homie.

Yeah, I was
about to ask you if you
wanted to meet homie,

but I already know
what's the answer
to that question.

I'm sure you do, man.

The truth is,
right now I'm skeptical.

A situation as serious
as an armored truck?

Yo, everything
got to be right--

before and after.

I don't know
right now, Black.

Well, I'm gonna
keep in touch with homie.

If he throw it out there,
what you want me to say?

If he asks you
straight up, man, tell him
that you interested.

But tell him
that you never did
this shit before.

You could tell him
that, yeah, you wanna
make that bread,

but you don't know nobody
off the top of your head.

Tell him you'll
look into it, man.

And you
keep me posted.

All right, but, yo,

I don't think
we should
let this go, Rafe.

This is the one.
But you quarterbacking it,

- it's all on you.
- Say no more.

- All right, man.
- Get that info.

I got you.

- Hey, yo!
- What's up?

Oh!

All right,
I'ma see you.

I'ma while your shit.
You don't respect your jaw.

Get the fuck
out of here, man.

All right.

Ah, man.

If only this fucking nigga
didn't know I didn't have
my gun...

I'm in trouble.

- Yo.
- Yo, what up?

You don't wanna know
what that thing was about?

Man, I ain't even
concerned with what
that shit was about, man.

The fact of the matter
is you needed the favor
and I got you.

That favor
was a favor.

Nigga, I figured that much
when I heard you send
that message.

- So what, you're
for hire now, Miz?
- Hell, no!

My connect asked me
for a favor.

You know you can't
turn that down
when that occur.

Yeah, I get it, man.
That shit puts you in
a more favorable position.

But what happens
when this nigga

gets into the habit
of asking for these
"favors"?

- Then what?
- Then I'm gonna tell him
I can't do him the favor.

And you think
he gonna be all right
with that?

You don't think that
he won't take that shit
as no type of disrespect?

Yo, people in hot
positions get very set
in their ways, man,

and usually retaliate
in some type of way
when things change.

Yo, have you ever known me
to be afraid, Rafe?

Fuck no, nigga.

All challenges
are welcome.

That's why
I fucks with you.

Me and you,
we one and the same.

Exactly.
I'll cross that bridge

if and when
I get there, my nigga.

[ scoffs ]
And this path

seems definitely like
a road to motherfucking
hell, man.

But just make sure
that there's room for me

in that car
when that time comes.

My motherfucking
nigga.

Loyalty
before life, man.

But, yo, there was
something else I had
to tell you, too.

What happened?

Yo, this nigga Black
hollered at me.

- What he talkin' about?
- Man, you know this nigga
Black, man.

This nigga called me
all excited and shit.

Man, you know if Black
called you being all excited,

that mean that nigga
trying to cook up
something big.

- A big fish.
- Man, more like
a motherfucking whale.

- What you talkin' about?
- Armored truck.

Armored truck? Say word,
he got the link to that?

Yes and no, man.

An old friend of his
is a guard.

They just
reconnected and shit

and he said homie keep
throwin' that shit
up in the air,

but Black ain't
really catching it
'cause he's waiting

to find out
if we with it.

- Who's his homie?
- Some nigga he went
to school with, man.

- I don't know, my nigga.
- Yo, I'm way ahead of you.

I already told him
I'm not comfortable
about the whole situation

'cause he ain't seen
this nigga in years.

Exactly. We don't know
what that nigga's been up to

- and what he's been doing.
- Yo, I told him what to do.

I said feel out
the situation

and see where
this shit leads, man.

I'd love to hit
that motherfucking score,
but safety first.

My nigga, who wouldn't
love to touch that?

I know there's
a lot of bread in there,

but what's the purpose
of touching a bread

just to give the money
back to the police?

That's exactly
what I'm saying.

- But, yo, let's go
see this nigga.
- All right.

[ woman
speaking faintly ]

- Rafe.
- Oh, shit, B.

- What up, my nig?
- What up, man?

- Ain't shit, my dude.
What about you?
- I'm good, man.

Yo, I got some shit
I'm working on.

- Oh, yeah?
- I ain't really
got it together yet,

but as soon as I get
that shit popping,
I'm on you.

Say no more.
Hit my jack, my nigga.

- No doubt.
- All right?
We're gonna get up.

- No doubt.
- All right.

[ faint car horn
honks ]

What's up? Talk fast,
I have to run.

Yo, Miz, I got myself
into a jam.

Another one?
Shane, what the fuck?

Nah, my nigga,
it's not like that,

but I'm gonna need you
to hold me down
on something.

Well, my nigga, we ain't speak
on how you're gonna make up
for what you lost.

I don't want much,
but you're gonna
pay me the cost,

so that way you'll learn
to always have that thing
with you.

Nah, but that's the favor
I'm about to ask you for.

- What's the favor about?
- I lost my ratchet.

How the fuck
do you lose your ratchet?

You toss it?
Police ran up on you? What?

Nah, I was in front
of the building.

This nigga Tai told me
the boys jumped out on him
twice for the day.

So he told me
to stash it.
I stashed it.

We was drinking some Hen.
I was feeling nice.

I went upstairs
and then I forgot
to get my ratchet.

When I came back
downstairs, it was gone!

Yo, why does
this nigga Tai's name
always come up

any time bullshit
happens to you?

So what you gonna tell me?
Tai stole my ratchet, too?

Like I said,
that's your man.

- Only time will tell.
- But anyway, man,

I got drama
with this dude named Leon

from fucking
Brownsville.

And now I'm out here
with nothing to defend myself.

- Yo, there been
any gunplay?
- Yeah.

I blew at him and he brought
some nigga out here
to blow back at me.

Nothing connected,
but that line's
already crossed.

Man, you
out here naked?

Sucks to be you.
How do you even
come outside?

I be on my
Ps and Qs.

My nigga,
you already know
anything I let you hold

probably got a body on it
or I hit somebody,

so you get caught with it,
that's on you.

My nigga, you really
gotta tell me that?

Well, I know I ain't
gotta tell you that,
but only a foul nigga

would hand his man a ratchet
and not tell its history.

Right now I only got
one joint on me

and I can't give you that,
my nigga.

I won't even cross the street
without my ratchet.

I'ma come back later
and drop that off to you.

I'm saying, though,
can you get me, like,

a nine or a fever?
Don't bring me no
pea shooter, my nigga.

Nah, beggars wanna
be choosy too, huh?

Fuck around, I'll bring you
a Dillinger or a deuce deuce,
little nigga.

- Stop playing with me.
- Come on, Miz.

16 or better, Miz.
I know how you do.

I hear you, little nigga.
I'ma see you later.

Cool.

[ child babbling ]

[ muttering ]

Shit.

[ sighs, winces ]

This is fuckin' me up.

Ah, shit!

Agh!

[ mutters ]

Oh, shit!
My fucking blicks.

Get that shit.

Agh! Fuck--!

Fucking go get this--
[ winces ]

damn, my fucking
blicks, son.

Man, go to the store.
Fuck it, fuck, I should
be good.

I should be good.

[ coughs ]

G:
All right,
that's it right here.

Real thing, we'll
pop off the bumba-head
inna dogs.

Real now,
General.

This the same space
we see the boy
last time, right?

Yeah, man.
The grab-up thing never
shoulda gone inna still dog.

- We should have just
bust off him head.
- Mm-hmm.

I try to deal
with the thing
different, daadie.

- Boy soon come home.
- Yeah, man.

Can't stay out
too long.

G:
As I'm fire
that gun again,

I don't
let them down,
trust me.

Yo, what the fuck--!

Agh. Yo.

It looks
like those fuckin'
dread niggas, son.

Nah.

That's them fucking
dread niggas, son.

Get the fuck
out of here, son.

Fuckin' left my blicks
upstairs too, son.

Damn, son.

Fuck!
[ groans ]

Fuck, son.

We'll wanna deal
with that,

but the next dude
still we need to find
is Miz.

- We gotta find out
who that.
- Yeah.

They said he looked
like a red-faced warrior.

the one who
fired the shot.
I heard that.

Oh, shit.
What up, my Miz?

- What up?
- Yo, I ain't good
for a pound, my nigga?

- Homie, what up?
- Same shit.

- Yo, you spoke to
this nigga Shane recently?
- Why does it concern you?

Nah, 'cause I was chillin'
with the nigga the other day
and shit.

I seen you on his phone,
the nigga was igging
your shit,

sending your shit
straight to voicemail.
And I'm, like,

I wasn't
jacking that shit,
and I'm like,

yo, I know you be
kicking that nigga
work and shit,

so I'm like,
I hope he not
duckin' you.

- And if he is, why do you care?
- I just respect your grind,
my nigga.

Yo, first of all,
I'm not your nigga.

If it wasn't for Shane,
you wouldn't even be
speakin' to me right now.

I hear you.
But I just hate to see
niggas get the runaround

especially
a nigga like you

that been doin'
good business with him.

Yo, why you
telling me this?

Ain't Shane
supposed to be your man?

Sound to me
like you trying to
throw him under the bus.

Nah, not at all.

But a nigga
in the situation like
what he going through,

he needed to make
wiser decisions.

A nigga that makes
decisions like that

ain't really
the type of nigga

- you need to be
doing business with.
- So what you tellin' me?

You're the type of nigga
I should be doing
business with?

Nah, I can't tell a nigga
who he need to be doin'
business with,

but I know
if I was getting
fronted some work,

that nigga's paper
would be live and direct,
each go-around.

None of that
sending nigga's calls
to voicemail shit.

Yo, I'm not the nigga
that's fronting you.

So no matter
how "live and direct"
that paper would be,

it's none
of my concern.

I hear you, boss.
I was just saying.

Yo, my nigga,
are you done, 'cause I
ain't got no time for games.

Yeah, I'm good.

[ snickers ]

Pshh! Fucking fuckboys
still right in front
of my fucking building, son.

And I fucking forgot
my blicks, man.

Damn, son.
I'm about to make Miz
come through

and "Swiss cheese"
these niggas right
fuckin' now.

Watch.
[ winces ]

[ mutters ]
Fuck...

[ shrill alarm blaring ]

Fuck.

[ alarm stops ]

[ mutters ]
Fuck with these...

My fucking leg, son.

Yo, yo, my nigga.

Listen, man.
Them motherfuckin'
dread niggas

are in front
of my fuckin' building,
my nigga.

Listen, I went
to go to the store
to get some fronto, my nigga.

I can't go back right there
right now, my nigga.

I don't got my blicks on me.
I left that shit upstairs.

My nigga,
you gotta come right now.
I'm around the corner though.

I'm by that building
right across the street
from my building

on the corner, my nigga.

330, my nigga.
Building 330.

My nigga, come right now.
They in front of my
building, my nigga.

Come Swiss cheese
these niggas, my nigga.
I'm right here, my nigga.

Just call me when you close,
nigga, or text me.

I'm here. All right.

All right.

[ alarm blaring ]

Yo, them niggas
still in front of your
fuckin' building.

- What happened?
- Them fuckboys still
in front of my building?

- Yeah.
- My nigga, I left
my fucking blicks upstairs.

I went to the store
to get some fronto,
my nigga.

My nigga, how are you
forgetting your gun, nigga?

- You know what time it is.
- I fuckin' bugged out, Miz.

My fucking fault,
my nigga, you know.

Listen, they're still
in front of my building,
though?

Yo, nigga, we ain't
got time for that.

- We gotta go
handle that right now.
- That's it. Let's go.

All right.

Fucking blow
that nigga, fuck.

- Got that 16 with you, nigga?
- [ alarm blares ]

Know what, my nigga?
Stay right here, my nigga.

When I spin the corner,
just open the door for me.

- I'ma hold the door for you.
- Yeah. Be right back.

- Swiss them niggas, Miz.
- I got this.

Yo.

Fuck!

Yo, Rafe?

Let me holler at you
real quick?

- Yo, who that?
- Shane.

Yo, what up?

Yo, I just
wanted to tell you,
good lookin'.

I hollered at Miz
and I was buggin'
over nothing.

It ain't
no thing, man.

I'm actually glad
you took my advice.

You may think
I don't know, man,

but I know you ain't never
been too fond of me, man.

But all I can tell you is,
yo, it's a thin line

between an old man
talking shit

and an old G
spitting jewels.

And that line
is actually respect.

You need to have
some respect, young man.

At the end of the day,

in this world
that we live in,

respect will always
get you much further
than disrespect.

Always remember that.

And with that,
I'm gone.

All right?
Be good.

[ music playing ]

♪ I get one
for just coming,
two to do a show ♪

♪ Can't wait
for me to come on
'cause I does this, yo ♪

♪ I get one
for me to come in,
two to do a show ♪

♪ Can't wait
for me to come on
'cause I run this show ♪

♪ New York
is in the building ♪

♪ That's what's up,
get up ♪

♪ Roll over niggas
like monster trucks ♪