All language subtitles for Money.and.Violence.S01E22_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, let me talk
to you, shorty.

Yo, cut the shit today,
all right?

Damn, Maddie.
You're all that?
What's up with you?

Oh my goodness.
I'm so sorry, baby.

I didn't know it was you.
How are you?

- I'm good.
- These niggas be
so disrespectful.

- What happened?
You good?
- Yeah, I'm good.

It's nothing for you
to worry about.

What do you mean?
They way you just reacted

doesn't seem like
it was nothing.

It sure seems
like something to me.

Yo, Miz, I have to
live here, okay?

I don't want
no problems.

Maddie, if somebody's
givin' you a hard time,
you need to let me know.

Nobody is givin' me
a hard time, Miz.

It's just niggas
being niggas.
That's it.

You know, they wanna
get your number

and it just gets annoying
after a while.

- It's nothing.
- You sure?

Yes, I'm sure.
I just don't need
your crazy ass

getting into
anything out here.

I'm good. Trust me,
I'm not the one you need
to be worried about.

All right.
You coming up?

Nah, I have
some things to do,

but, yo, everything's
in this bag.

This is what I need you
to keep at your house for me.

What's in here?

I know you didn't
wanna talk about it
over the phone.

Damn, Maddie,
why you so nosy?

I already know
your nosy ass gonna
go through the bag.

It's a few guns.
I have too many
at my crib.

- I need to spread them out.
- Why do you need so many guns?

Why do you need
so many different bags,
so many different shoes?

Um, bags, shoes
for different occasions.

- You know,
why does that matter?
- Ditto. Exactly the same thing.

Different guns
for different occasions.

Why does it matter anyway?
You gonna hold it
for me or what?

Of course, baby.
You know I got you.

Anyway, you sure
you don't wanna come up?
I'm about to cook.

I can't.
I have a few
runs to make.

- But I'ma come by tonight.
- I have to work tonight.

So? Call me when you get off.
I'll meet you out here.

I get off at 4:00
in the morning.

What's that mean?
Let me find out
I have a curfew.

All right,
it's cool.

Come by later.
Give me a kiss.

- Mm. Be careful, okay?
- I will. Later.

- [ car horn honks ]
- I have so much to do

when I get
inside the house.

You trying to ditch me
already, Jess?

No. It's just a habit
my mom got me into.

You don't go
into the New Year

with any dirty clothes
or a dirty house,

and I still have
a bit of laundry

and cleaning to do
when I get home.

All right,

but I never
really took you

to be
the superstitious type.

Superstitious or not,
it's what it represents.

You don't take
anything bad with you
into the New Year

and I don't need
anything bad

going with me
into the New Year, okay?

What are you really
trying to leave behind?

People, and all
of the bad memories

I wanna bury
in 2014.

I know a lot of people
in my life that really
needs to be buried.

You know, I lost
a couple of people in 2014.

And the sad part
is they're all
still breathing.

You have to
let people go, Jess.

They're no
good for you

and you can not
hold on to people
that's not for you.

I know
he's not good for me,

but the truth is

every now and then

- I still miss Damon.
- You miss Damon?

What are you talking about
right now, Jess?

I'm not saying
that we're gonna get back,

but we were together
for six years.

You don't forget

a chunk of your life
like that, Shay.

I understand,
but how are you
missing the same thing

you were trying to
get away from?

Because I loved him
and my love was real.

You don't
just get over that

in the course
of what, a few months?

You know, I wish
I could say that
I understand,

but you sound really crazy
to me right now.

Well, it's neither
here nor there.

It's just a passing
thought anyway
every now and then.

You know,
it's your life, Jessica,
but it's also your death.

You are
so dramatic, Shay.

Hold up.
That's Jessica?

Long time no see,
Jessica.

Do not start anything
down here all right, Damon?

You'll get yourself
locked up.

Look, I ain't even
say nothing.

I can't say hello
to an old friend?

How are you just gonna
disappear on a nigga
like that, Jessica?

Calm down, Damon.
It's nothing for you

to get all excited
or angry about.

You don't think
I deserve answers?

Six years
with a nigga?

Don't I at least
deserve that?

Please don't come
down here starting
anything, all right?

There's cops
all over here.

Man, what the fuck
is you talking about, Shay?

And you call me
Choppa.

I thought you don't fuck
with her triflin' ass.

What you doin'
down here?

See, this is exactly
what I'm talking about,
all right?

Calm down, Damon.

Jessica.

Jessica.

Jessica...?

- Jessica.
- Let her go.

I told you she was
over you already.

All you're doing
is hurtin' yourself.

I thought you don't fuck
with her no more.

What the fuck
is you doin' down here?

I don't.
I just bumped into her.

But you need to go
before she calls
the cops on you.

The cops?

I didn't do nothing
to that girl.

It's her word
against your word, okay?

They'll still lock you up.
They don't care.

You gotta go, baby.
Get out of here, Damon.

Look, Shay,
you call me Choppa.

Get out of here,
Choppa!

[ faint siren wailing ]

[ door closes ]

[ faint voice speaking ]

[ car horn honks ]

Hey, yo.
Yo, Gramps.

- What's up, man?
- Tai: What up?

You ain't fuckin'
with me anymore?

Man, I tried
to call your phone, Tai.

- You wasn't picking up
all day, man.
- I don't need that bullshit.

I'm sorry, Tai.

Shooter
motherfucking Shane.

Don't let me
find you out here

nickel-and-dimin'
with some bum-ass "reggie."

What the fuck
I look like?

Do I look like
the type of nigga to be
out here fucking selling weed?

Oh...!

So you must got
the hard bag clickin'!

So Shooter Shane
get a couple of grams
on the re-up

and now he too cool
to talk to niggas.

I see how it is.
Say no more.

As far as I know,
this always been
my block.

So whatever
I'm movin' out here

shouldn't matter
to nobody.

I hear you,

but you supposed to be
my boy, my nigga.

How you get the ball
back rolling

and you didn't even
put me on to this bread!

Oh-hh!

So now you wanna fuck
with my "connect."

Nah, seriously,
though.

These first few packs
I'm movin'

is just to clear
that debt that I got
from when I got robbed.

But as soon
as I get my bread up,

this block gonna be
back in motion
like I had it.

Oh, okay,
"Richie Rich."

But you better not
get caught slippin'

'cause them niggas
might spin back around
and rob you again.

My nigga,
the nigga that
robbed me the first time

is not coming back
and that's a fact.

Oh, okay,
Shooter Shane.

This nigga Leon
threw your mojo at you

and you caught it,
and now you're feeling
untouchable.

How come you know
them niggas not gonna
come back around?

They was comfortable enough
to catch you in your own
buildin', my nigga.

They see money
movin' on this block,

ain't no tellin'
what they might do.

Listen to me, Tai.

The nigga that fuckin'
robbed me the first time--

I'm not sleepin'
on the nigga--

but if he do
come back,

I know
it's not gonna be
for a minute.

How you know this nigga's
not comin' back, my nigga?

I ran downtown to Fulton
to get my moms some jewelry
for Christmas

and I guess
the nigga peeped me.

What nigga peeped you?
What you chattin'
about now, my nigga?

Some nigga tried
to run up on me
on Bond Street.

On Bond Street
on Christmas Eve

out in the open
like that?

Nah, it was a little
further down, in the cut.

State Street.

Anyway, the nigga tried
to run down on me.

The nigga had me, too.
I grabbed the nigga's arm

before he could get
his joint out his pocket.

They gave me enough time
to get my joint out.

So I hit the nigga
twice in his chest.

I thought it was
all some random shit

because, you know,
it's Christmas Eve
and the wolves is out

and they tryin' to get
some milk, but listen.

In the midst
of our struggling,
I dropped my keys.

And as I picked my keys up,
I seen the nigga's face

and I realize it's
that fat motherfucker.

Short fat nigga?

Do you know how many
short fat niggas live
in Brooklyn, Shane?

Ain't no way in hell
that was the same nigga.

You bugging.

Wow, so you get to chill
with the target
and I don't?

What the fuck
you talkin' about,
"target"?

Scary Spice.

Leave it to your ass
take a joke out of context.

Niggas can't even joke
with your scary ass.

Yo, chill, Tai.
I kind of knew
you was joking.

But you sounded convincing.
You made me think Shane was
a walkin' dead man.

"Walkin' dead man"?
What the fuck is y'all
niggas talkin' about?

Yo, Shane,
be easy, my nigga.

It was one of them jokes
that you had to be there for.

Yo, Scary Spice,
word of advice--

if you talkin'
to a nigga one on one,

it's no need
to report it back
to a third party.

Yo, y'all niggas is
fuckin' buggin', man.

- Yo, Kane, what up, though?
- Ain't shit, man.

I just needed
some advice.

Some shit happened
the other day that's
stressin' me out.

Oh, I know what you
stressin' about.

Yo, Shane,
let me put you on.

Shooter Shane,
meet the "Cell Phone Killer."

Cell Phone Killer,
meet Shooter Shane.

Yo, Kane,
I got a idea.

Why don't you hit Mister
with one of those bullets
you sweatin', nigga?

Yo, leave me alone,
Tai, man.

Everything
isn't funny, yo.

Of course you don't
wanna take my advice.

But listen
to Shooter Shane

a.k.a. "Mr. Caught a Body
About a Day Ago."

Tai, what the fuck
is wrong with you?

Yo, you're in
good hands, my nigga.

I'm gonna leave you
with this nigga,
Shooter Shane.

♪ Like a good neighbor,
Shane will be there! ♪

This nigga's crazy.

[ door closes ]

Yo, what is Tai
talkin' about?

I don't know.
That's Tai
just bein' Tai, man.

You know that nigga
always jokin' around.

But what's up
with this "Cell Phone
Killer" shit?

Son, I ran in to
this nigga Mister
the other night on the block.

So he was pressin' me
about that situation
that happened.

He was still tight
you pulled a gun out on him.

So I got nervous.
All I could think about

is how he backed down
when you pulled out the gun.

I reached in my pocket,
holdin' my phone,

acting like
it was a gun.

He got
even more tight,

but it gave me enough time
to run away from the situation.

Yo, are you
fuckin' stupid?

Kane, that kind
of bluff there

could cost you
your life.

My nigga, you didn't
listen to me last time
I said that?

Don't ever--
even if you do
get a gun--

pull it out
if you don't
intend on using it.

You're buggin',
my nigga.

I know what you said,
but what was I
supposed to do?

He was
runnin' up on me.

The only thing I could think
about from stopping him

from disrespecting
my jaw,

is to act like
I had a gun.

My bad, Kane.

Because although Mister
been fuckin' with you,

I feel it's my fault
that he's on you
the way he is now.

It's not
your fault, man.

You were just
trying to help.

Nah, man,
and in the process
of me trying to help,

I made
the situation worse.

Do you need me
to handle this?

Handle it how?

You know Mister
ain't gonna try
to talk this out.

Talk?
No, nigga.

I'm talkin' about
the only way I know
how to handle it--

by taking him out.

You mean kill him?

Nah, Shane,
I don't need you
to kill him, man.

You know what?
Thank you,

but I'll find a way
to handle this.

I don't know how,
but I'll find a way.

All right, well, know
I'm always here for you.

I got you
if you need it.

All right, thanks.

[ bangs ]

What's good, Gunner?
You good?

I haven't seen you
since you got out
the hospital.

I'm good, Leon,

but what do you
care now, though?

When I got hit,
you was halfway
down the block.

That's some bullshit.

Look, man,
I told you I get fly.

You looking for a nigga
to get you some Guiseppes?

Ferragamos?
I'm your man.

Anything else,
I don't know nothin'
about that.

And besides, what if
we both get hit?

Want me to get
fucking bullet holes
in my garments?

Dry cleaning
ain't cheap, Gunner,

especially when you gotta
get holes repaired
in your garments.

"Dry cleaning"?
Are you fuckin'
serious, Leon?

It's cool now,
though,

because me
and that nigga Shane
got a personal beef.

And when my shoulder heal up,
son gonna be feelin'
somethin' awful.

Gunner, you been
drinkin' tea?

What the fuck
is you talkin' about?

Tai told me for you
to drink some tea.

- It'd be okay.
- What the fuck
are you talkin' about?

You sound crazy.

Forget it, Gunner.

Can't give nobody
suggestions on how
to get better, I guess.

Bullets make people
cranky, man.

On some real shit,
this beef ain't
yours no more.

I got my own agenda
for that nigga.

He's not gettin'
away with this.

When I see him,
I'm not missin'.

Oh, now it's serious.

When that motherfucker
was playin' target
practice with my head--

know what I mean--
it wasn't that serious.

You get shot one time,
now it's the end of
the motherfuckin' world.

That's some bullshit.

I'm not goin'
back and forth.

All I know is
when I catch homie,
it's over.

Point blank, period.

Man, Happy New Year's,
nigga. Be calm.

I'm calm.
That nigga lucky

it's gonna take a minute
for my shoulder to heal,

'cause once
I'm up and running,
I'm comin' for him

a mile a minute
with a hundred wolves
from the Ville.

Do what you
gotta do, Gunner.

All I know is
that nigga Shane has to go.

He's got me
lookin' over my shoulder

every time I'm
in Flatbush, man.

You should be
used to that,

all those motherfuckers
you've been zoin'.

I don't duck
them niggas.

The most they're gonna do
is talk a hole in my head.

Shane's gonna put
a hole in my head.

I can't deal
with that.

Those are the consequences
of your actions, Leon.

Shots get fired,
people get shot.

You gotta rise
to the occasion
or get dealt with.

[ sighs ]
Guess I got
some thinkin' to do.

I guess you really do.
But on that note, man,

ain't no
turnin' back for me.

Whew. All right,
my nigga, man.

- [ doorbell rings ]
- The door's open.

[ door closes ]

- Rafe: So, what up, Chyna?
- What's up?

- Tell me something good.
- Well, I did like you said
and I pushed him a little.

"Pushed him"?
What is she talkin' about?

Yo, our situation
with Cash, man,

was takin' too long,
so I told her to push it.

What was the outcome
of that push?

Well, you'll be happy
to know I got in the crib.

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

What we lookin' like?

Well, it's more than
one family house.

There's multiple units
in there.

See?
That's why I said
she had to get inside.

There's no way
we could've been able
to figure that out

- from outside.
- Yeah, but what's
the breakdown on the crib?

Well, so it seems
there's multiple units.

He rents the first floor
out to somebody.

- So he has a tenant?
- Yeah, one.

He's a guy. I think
it's his friend, though,

because he told me
to wait down there

while he went up
to the other unit
to grab something.

- Did he let you upstairs?
- Nah, I think he went
to get some money.

How do you know that?

'Cause I could tell
by the bag that
he was carryin'

- when he was comin' down.
- How could you tell?

His body language,
the bag,

everything about
how he was moving.

You don't think
that I can tell by now?

I've been doin' this
long enough.

All right,
yo, it's taken
long enough, man.

I say we force
the issue, Miz.

But, yo, we don't know
what the situation is
with upstairs, though, Rafe?

Yeah, but this shit
has taken forever.

- I'm tired of waitin'.
- I hear you,

but if we rush
and fuck this up,

all this work
we've been doin'

will be for
absolutely nothin'.

Yo, I get where
you're comin' from.

- Chyna, what you think?
- I mean,

I don't know
who lives upstairs,

but I think
there's money up there.

As far as
movin' on it now?

I don't know.

I mean, it could go
either way.

That ain't really a help,
Ma, but thanks.

Yo, I think
we can move now.

But you know what?
Let me marinate on this
for one more day

and I'll get back
to y'all

and let y'all know
if I feel the same way.

All right, Rafe,
but I'm ready to
move on from this case.

Please don't let
all this work that
I did go to waste.

It won't go to waste.
We got this, Chyna.

All right,
I know y'all do.

- You always do.
- You know it.

- We out, man.
- Miz: All right, later.

- Chyna: Bye.
- I'll holler
at you later.

Shane!

Shane!

Have you seen
my brother, Shane?

Yeah, I seen him earlier.
You all right?

No, everything
is not all right.
I really need to find Tai.

I got some bad news
to tell him.

Is everything
okay, Shay?

[ sobs ]
It's my cousin.

Him and Tai was close
since they was kids

and they
found him dead.

Dead?!

Damn, Shay,
I'm sorry to hear that.

What happened?
How did he pass?

I don't know.
I was just on
the phone

with my aunt
for, like, a hour.

Said they found him
in downtown Brooklyn--
two gunshots.

- Downtown Brooklyn?
- Yes! Downtown Brooklyn!

Shay, as crowded as it is
in downtown Brooklyn,

- how could that
possibly happen?
- I don't know!

Like, I was just
on the phone with my aunt
for, like, an hour

and she said
that they found him
on Bond and State Street.

- Two shots to the chest.
- Hold up.

- Bond and State Street.
What the fuck?
- [ sobbing ]

- Damn, Shay,
that's fucked up.
- It is!

Like, don't get me wrong,
he was no angel or nothin',

but he didn't deserve
to be left like that.

Yo, I met
this cousin before?

Like, how he look?
Has he came over here?

I don't know
if you ever met him, Shane.

Like, him and Tai
came to my house,

like, two months ago,
but that was brief.

Anyway he's short,
dark-skinned, chubby.

Everybody
called him Keen.

Like, this shit
is fucked up.

Damn, Shay,
hold your head, man.

I'm sendin'
my deepest condolences.

Tai is
gonna be shocked.

I know this is
gonna break his heart.

Him and Keen
was like brothers
since they was kids.

Yo, I'm just surprised
that he never brought him
over here

or mentioned him
or none of that.

I don't know, Shane,
but if you see Tai,

please tell him
to call me 'cause
I'm waitin' for him

to go to Far Rockaway
so I can see my aunt.

This is a tough time
for our family right now.

Oh, don't worry about it.
If I see Tai,

trust me,
I'm definitely
gonna holler at him.

Thank you, Shane.
Thank you!

Nah, don't worry
about it, girl.

- All right?
- Yeah.

[ voices overlapping ]

2015 is fast
approachin', man.

Another year gone...

and it's like, what the fuck
has really changed?

My nigga,
you bounced back, Rafe.

What, you forgot
a few months ago,

you was tellin' me
how hungry wolves get.

Yeah, I bounced back.

But the question is
for how long?

We both know
that the world goes round,

but these streets,
these streets go
up and down.

Man, this world's
gonna be upside down

when all you're doin'
is robbin'.

Only a steady income
brings stability.

I know, Miz,
but it's like I'm stuck

between a rock
and a hard place, man.

I mean, what do you do
when you know what
you're good at,

but what you're good at
isn't necessarily
good for you?

Maybe it's time
to make a change.

It sounds like you're--
it sounds like you're tryin'
to make a change.

I don't know, Miz.

Maybe it's this
whole New Year's thing
hittin' me right now, man.

You're supposed to get better
with each comin' year.

Yo, you know I've been robbin'
basically my entire life?

And I'll never gain
nothin' close to
what I've lost, man.

Yo, I didn't know
Kane's brother like that,

but shit happens,
my nigga.

We're in these streets
hard-bodied.

We know we can live,
but we also know we can die.

Shit, as a matter fact,
the only thing that's
guaranteed is death.

[ scoffs ]
Yo, either that or jail.

Yo, that thought
is always in the back
of my mind.

Yo, how many more chances
are we gonna get before
our luck runs out?

Oh, so now
it's luck?

We good
at what we do, Rafe.

Yeah, we're good
at what we do,

but we've had, like,
good fortune, Miz.

Yo, when we robbed
that Pawn Rite,

yo, the cops
were right outside.

That shit coulda
went either way.

Yo, you don't ever think
about these things?

Man, fuck that.
I don't got time
to think about all that.

In all honesty,
though, my nigga,
that's why I fuck with you

'cause I know
you think about it enough
for the both of us.

Yo, it's crazy
because the truth is,
my nigga,

I don't feel no fear.

The cops coulda been
right there,

and we have just
banged out, man,

till the last
fuckin' man dropped.

But at the same time,

but I can't help
but to think all for what?

Man, for what?
For the paper.

For the almighty
dollar.

Yo, I can't
believe that.

This nigga Kane's
brother Dub

had 350 racks
in his hand, my nigga,

when he got killed
in that bank.

Yo, I could
give up a hundred times
that bread right now

and that shit still
won't bring him back.

Man, I believe
there's no dodgin' death,
my nigga.

Your day is
already written.

When it's time to go,
you gotta go no matter what.

Yo, Miz,
but if that's the case,

then why bang back,
my nigga?

Yo, I don't even know
where I'm goin' with this.

I'll just blame that shit
on the alcohol.

I hear you, Rafe.

Maybe it's time
to make a change
for real, though.

You gotta open yourself up
to somethin' new.

And what do you mean
by that?

Yo, my nigga,
I know nine out of ten times

you're gonna tell me no,

but I also know
not one time I needed you

you was never
there for me.

What do you mean?
What's up? Talk to me.

Yo, last time
I linked up with my connect,

he said, yo, he wanna
see me do well and all that,

he wanna see me do good.
He has a plan for me.

Shit, I'm happy
for you, man.

I know niggas
on the streets,

they spend
their entire lives

lookin' for
a serious connect.

Yo, I don't want you
to be happy for me, my nigga.

I want you
to be happy for us.

Yo, Miz, don't start
with that shit, man.

- Not now.
- Listen to me, Rafe.

I don't know when
this is gonna happen

I don't even really know
if it's gonna happen,

but one thing I do know,
though, I can't do it alone.

I mean, I can,
but not at least
with one person

I can fully trust.

Yo, I stick
to what I know, Miz.

I stay in my lane.

Man, progress
requires change, Rafe.

Maybe it's time
for you to step out
your comfort zone.

I don't know
what it's time for.

All I know is
I'm gonna eat
regardless.

Yo, I'm not gonna
beat it into your head,

but at least tell me
you'll think about it.

I'll think
about it, man.

I'll give that shit
some serious thought.

Fresh know the thing
already,

so I want
to make know this.

We're on to
a whole new thing.

The new year thing,
we have to deal
with it proper.

Can't do
the same fuckery
that go on before.

We have to deal
with the thing like
all Brooklyn's the set.

Make the thing
like the wild, wild West,

but not to lose,
yous hear me?

We have to deal
with it proper.

Come one time,
I'm gonna deal with the man.

The bagga
recklessness is done.

We want to deal
with the man, him you
go for, and you're done.

The boy Miz
in on our drug thing.

The way
to deal with him
some different,

'cause right now,
we can't find him.

Everywhere
we look for the boy,
and cannot find.

New year,
new thing, i-yah.

And the best way
for start new year,

have to end
the old year proper.

We have to deal
with it, i-yah.

Fresh:
We have to find
that "phantom boy."

G:
All of us have a icepick
or a three-star ratchet,

we deal with the thing
the old way.

We now follow
the American way,

not like
some island thing
coming all at him.

The way the boy move?
Him deal with things

like how we
deal with things,
so we know nothing.

The only thing we know
is that we cannot sleep
on them man.

We have to deal
with them hungry

and pressure them.
Yous hear me?

Have to do it wicked
and wicked and wicked.
Yous hear me?

Can't make them
notice our drug thing.

All that depend
upon reciprocating.
And like me say,

our yard, this,
and the boy can't
dis my yard.

So when we reach abroad,
no want the boy
to dis up my thing

and violate
everything are goin'.
Yous hear me?

New year,
new thing, family.
Me try to show you.

The bodies,
them start pile up,

I not fear the bodies
if them pile up,

I fear where
the bodies are pile up.
You get me?

Fresh:
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.

Nahsaynothin,
hear what I tell you?

Just make sure
you're ready to mash
the works.

How we deal
with the thing different.

Nobody leave
your head back loose,
i-yah.

All of that will
splash out without you
even realize and feel it.

You just drop down.
Your life gone.
Take away.

- That's how we
deal with everything.
- [ Fresh mutters ]

My life I value.

We no deal
with no fuckery,
you get me?

We're gonna put 2014
to rest, i-yah,

and rise 2015
and make that forward.

Yous hear me?
New year, new life.

More progress,
brethren.

Like we fuck up
2015, i-yah,
yous hear me?

I feel the year our year.
Depend on the fuckin' thing.

When we reach our yard good
for 2015, our year.

We're gonna fuck up Brooklyn
and reach back a Yard
good, good, good

with some of them
bloodclots lookin',
wondering how we in charge.

Foreign money
we wanna spend.

Brooklyn thing?
We goin' a Yard, 2015.
I feel it.

Fresh:
Blessed. 2015,
I'm gonna bust out clean.

Everything's good,
everything.

- G: Rastafari.
- Everything.

Tai:
Yo, Mister!

Hey, yo, Mister!

The fuck you want
from me, shorty?

Yo, why you always
actin' so angry, my nigga?

- What the fuck
you got for me?
- Yo, chill! Yo, chill.

I got some
information for you

about that nigga Scary--
I mean, Sugar Kane.

What the fuck
you just said?

Yo, that nigga Sugar Kane
backed out on you

- with a phone,
my nigga.
- Oh!

That nigga doesn't even know
his jaw is on a limb right now!

Word, Mister, that nigga
backed out on you
with an IPhone 5.

This nigga Shane
was crackin' jokes
about you and all that.

All right, all right,
little nigga.

Get the fuck
out of here.

They killed
my fuckin' cousin.

[ elevator beeping ]

Where have you
been, Tai?

I just came from Flatbush.
What's up?

I've been lookin'
all over for you.

I even asked Shane
if he saw you.

What's goin' on?
You all right?

No, I'm not all right.
Like, they killed Keen!

- Who killed Keen?
- We don't know.

They found him
downtown Brooklyn

with two gun wounds
to the chest.

You gotta be
fuckin' kiddin' me.

No, Tai,
I'm dead serious.

I was just on the phone
with Auntie for like an hour

before I came lookin' for you
to tell you the bad news.

Did Shane know Keen?

No. Keen and Shane,
they never met.

Oh, because he was askin'
if he ever met him before.

I told him the only time
he was out here was like
two months ago.

But that was brief.

You told him
what happened, Shay?

Yeah, he saw me rattled
so he was concerned!

He even asked
what Keen looked like
to see if he met him before.

What did you
tell him, Shay?
What did you tell him?

I told him that they found him
up on State Street and that--

Why the fuck
are you tellin' people
my personal business?

Look, watch how you speak
to me, all right?

Tai, I don't care
how tall you get.

I'm still
your older sister.

And anyway,
what's the big deal?

Ain't Shane
supposed to be your boy?

You and him was like
Frick and Frack

when you first started
comin' out here.

Yo, I don't want nobody
knowin' my personal business.

I don't need
this nigga Shane

runnin' around tellin'
everybody what happened.

Look, Tai, that's not
my problem, all right?

I'm on my way
to go see Auntie.

I'm about to go--
go to the store,

get ready, and then
go head out to her.

She's really
goin' through it right now.

You comin' or what?

I got some shit
I gotta handle.

I'll probably
see you later.

Tai, make sure you come,
all right?

Auntie needs you
right now.

[ voices murmuring ]

Oh, shit.

Get the fuck
outta here.

Yo, these are the same
Jamaicans niggas we was
lookin' for.

Yo, get the fuck
outta here.

Yo, we gonna kill
these niggas.

[ car horn honks ]

[ all speaking
heavy Patois ]

[ gunshot ]

What?

I can't believe
you told this nigga Shane.

What you wanted me
to do, like...?

Don't say nothin'.

All this fuckin' time
I'm thinkin' it's
somethin' else.

This nigga got me
fuckin' set up.

Now he won't answer
his fuckin' phone?

Well, fuck that.

I can't fuckin' deal
with this nigga, man.

This shit is
fuckin' crazy, man.

[ sighs ]

He has
his fuckin' phone.

This nigga better answer
his fuckin' phone.

I can't take this shit,
my nigga.

All this fuckin' time
I'm thinkin' it's
somethin' else.

This nigga got me
fuckin' set up.

Robbed, I got shot.

I'm sittin' here
holding this nigga down
and he doin' this?

Homie or not, man,
this nigga's gonna
catch a hot one.

[ 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 ♪

♪ Only here
to click confusion ♪

♪ Better get
your crews done ♪

- ♪ But this shit is real
- ♪ Not an illusion

♪ I close my eyes in the booth, then I enter my zone ♪

♪ So I can bark a mic
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♪ Style so original
it can never be cloned ♪

♪ 'Cause biting with dog teeth
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♪ And all is stress-free..