Original subtitles

[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?

-That's my brother!

Oh, okay.

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.

d

Hey, yo,

we pass Winston already?

Ah! Shit.

Hey, yo, stop the bus.

d

♪ 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,

And those I can't get to ♪

Salute all y'all

♪ To my dogs on lock down,

Block hustlers

From all around ♪

♪ I pray you make it ♪

d

[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]

do that shit.

[cop 2] Glad I didn't

d

d

[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]

d

♪ 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

Rule like a dictator ♪

The buddah

[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]

f

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]

f

d

[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.

d

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.

d

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?

d

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..."

d

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 ♪

♪ Teri got a big ol' butt ♪

[Mouse] So y'all think

that's real funny?

Y'all think that's real funny?

f

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.

d

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.

f

[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.

I just gave you money.

-Man, please,

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.

d

[music playing]

d

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]

d

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.

d

[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?

d

-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]

f

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!

f

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?

f

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?

f

[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?

d

Nigga, I am working.

Your ass walking around.

d

♪ Good morning, wake up, wake ♪

♪ Good morning, wake up, wake ♪

[cell phone chiming]

Yo.

d

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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]

d

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.

f

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]

d

[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?

d

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!

d

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.

d

Like I was sayin'

I'm not playin'...

[Mouse whistling]

Come on.

d

d

[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?

d

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.

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.

d

-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.

f

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.

d

[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?

d

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

As long as you won't break it ♪

To my heart

♪ 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.

d

♪ 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?

d

Hey, I could put you

on my own.

Look at this,

he think he smooth.

d

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]

d

Yo, Sophie.

d

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.

f

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.

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?

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]

f

-I didn't contribute that.

-Yeah.

[Sweartagawd] Oh, my bad.

-[Lamont] Well, what's up?

-[Sweartagawd] Well,

that was messed up.

[phone vibrating]

d

d

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]

d

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.

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.

d

Mouse.

Yo, Mouse.

d

[motorbikes revving

in distance]

d

[Lamont] Got it?

What if

he fixed the cameras, ay?

You think he just so happened

the night we rob him?

to fix 'em

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.

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]

d

[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!

d

-[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'.

d

-[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.

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.

d

[siren blaring]

Promise.

I promise.

Then take this hoodie off,

and then go put that shirt on.

And wash your hands.

d

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!

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...

d

d

[phone vibrating]

[sobbing]

[Teri] Hey, baby.

[continues sobbing]

Ma.

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

[sobbing] I love you.

[scanner buzzing]

d

[sighs]

[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.

d

["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

What we goin' through♪

Don't know

♪ 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 ♪

[upbeat music playing]