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It ain't that deep?

We about to do fuckin' life, man,

over some shit we didn't do, man.

We ain't doing no fuckin' life. Chill out, man.

You heard what that fuckin' judge said, man.

Like, we... Like, we done.

That's crazy, Boone. But you're a man, right?

You got to get it together now, yo.

- Yeah, I'm a man, man. - Alright.

But I'm really about to tell on my brother, man.

Listen. Yo. Shut up, man!

Stop talking that dumb-ass shit...

Damn.

I don't know how I got in a situation like this.

Sweating in the back of this bus.

Sitting up here in this hot-ass orange jumpsuit.

I'm telling you, man.

I'm thinking about telling on somebody, man.

Like, shit. Look at my face.

I'm Boone, and they call me the Bid.

♪ Never leave the crib without the chrome ♪

♪ Without the chrome ♪

♪ Tryin' to get the fuck back home ♪

♪ Back home ♪

♪ Hustlin' all day long ♪

♪ Day long ♪

♪ What you need, nigga? ♪

- ♪ Call my phone ♪ - ♪ My phone ♪

♪ I'm active ♪

♪ Up and down the road, up and down the road ♪

♪ I'm active ♪

♪ Up and down the road, up and down the road ♪

♪ So police just drove by lookin' ♪

♪ If they hop out, I'mma get this block cookin' ♪

♪ I got dimes and dubs up and down my block ♪

♪ I'mma need a whole key, 'cause I got this locked ♪

♪ Man, look, I ain't even playin' about mine ♪

♪ Man, look, 'cause I only need to say it one time ♪

♪ Last nigga tried stopped breathin' ♪

Yeah. That's regular.

♪ Man, they found his head in Cleveland ♪

♪ I give a fuck about that judge or his nut-ass time ♪

♪ Give a fuck about your plug or that nut-ass line ♪

♪ When I see you, nigga, we gonna jump ♪

♪ They gonna be like, "Boone, chill! ♪

♪ Man, you drunk" ♪

♪ Never leave the crib without the chrome ♪

♪ Without the chrome ♪

♪ Tryin' to get the fuck back home ♪

♪ Back home ♪

♪ Hustlin' all day long ♪

♪ Day long ♪

♪ What you need, nigga? ♪

- ♪ Call my phone ♪ - ♪ My phone ♪

♪ I'm active ♪

♪ Up and down the road, up and down the road ♪

♪ I'm active ♪

♪ Up and down the road, up and down the road ♪

♪ Ridin' dirty on the interstate ♪

♪ Prepared for the worst ♪

♪ Seat belt, speed limit, 'cause them state boys lurk ♪

♪ Took a precaution... vacuum-sealed the work ♪

♪ It don't matter ♪

♪ They try to stop me, got to catch me first ♪

♪ Fuck that ♪

♪ I ain't sittin' in no cell tonight ♪

♪ All a nigga tryin' to do is just sell some white ♪

♪ Get my money right ♪

♪ You know my type... straight off the stove ♪

♪ Cook it, put it in the straight ♪

♪ Or sniff it straight up their nose ♪

Good morning, everybody!

Fuck 'em!

Fuck 'em up against the wall! That's all you do!

You patch-eye, half-dead motherfuckers!

A wise man once told me,

"Don't trust a bitch with chipped tooth.

That bitch only gonna tell half the story."

You hear me?

This boul, man. Every fuckin' morning, yo.

Seven o'clock, man.

♪ Let 'em know ♪

♪ Sittin' on your ass won't pay those bills ♪

♪ Got to get up in the streets where the shit get real ♪

♪ Flip the hat to the back, boy, roll them dice ♪

♪ Don't do for shit if you can't pay that price ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Sing it now ♪

♪ Haters don't pay my bills ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Sing it with me ♪

♪ Haters don't pay my bills ♪

♪ Wake up in the morning, got to bust that trap ♪

♪ Play with me, I'll get you hidden, nigga, just like that ♪

♪ You got a rep ♪

♪ But you're hood, nigga, not on the map ♪

♪ You better watch what you say, 'cause I don't play like that ♪

♪ I'm from a place called the Bottom ♪

♪ Where the sun don't shine ♪

♪ Heard Wild bet his nine and put his ass in line ♪

♪ What they say? No cap ♪

♪ Boy, I'll twist your cap ♪

♪ Put a price on your head ♪

♪ That's a salary cap ♪

Yo.

Yo, bro. I'm out front. I'm out front.

- You're down here? - Yeah, man.

- I'm downstairs. Open the door. - Yo, Reese!

Yo!

Yo, open the door for Rich!

- What's up, bro? - What's up with you?

- I'm good. How are you? - Good, brother.

My brother will be down in a minute, alright?

- Yo, bro. - What's up?

Yo, you got to hear the joint J sent me, man.

J on the roll call on "Watuzi."

I'mma go live so they can hear this shit.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go live.

Put this all on.

Mm.

♪ Filthy, Filthy, Filthy Rich ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Booney, Booney in this bitch ♪

♪ Hear this thing ♪

♪ Don't know why I'm so sad ♪

♪ We throwin' money ♪

♪ Just to talk to some... ♪

♪ Hear the thing ♪

♪ Don't know why I touch it ♪

♪ I'm throwin' money, tryin' to talk to some... ♪

♪ She on the floor, man ♪

♪ I swear she not a... ♪

Yo!

- Where's your brother? - My brother?

- Where's your brother? - I don't know.

- I don't know. I don't know. - He up there?

Oh, shit!

Fuck!

Hey, yo. Reese is gone.

He got away.

Go get Cupcake for these motherfuckers.

Y'all going down for everything this motherfucker...

Cupcake? Who the hell is Cupcake?

We ain't got nothing in the house.

We gonna find out right now.

Come on. Come on. Find it. Where is it?

- Come on! Let's go search. - Where is it?

Since y'all want to help the motherfucker get away,

y'all going down for whatever the fuck we find.

- It's y'all's now. - There's not nothing in here!

What the fuck is this?

Ain't look like no real cop. Look like a damn pit.

Yo! Yo, y'all dog! Y'all dog is eatin' my Percs!

Oh, shit!

He dead?

Aah! Cupcake.

Is this your Percs?! Huh?!

Is this your fuckin' Percs?!

- Filthy-ass motherfucker! - What's wrong with you, man?!

- Fuckin' cop killer! - Yo, get your partner, man!

Fuckin' cop killer, man!

- Killed my fuckin' partner! - We ain't got no shit, man.

- You killed my fuckin' partner?! - Cupcake? That's his name?

- That dog sweet... - Fuck this. Let's go.

- Oh, my God. - You motherfuckers going down.

You know what they do to cop killers.

Y'all motherfuckers going down,

even if we got to plant something.

These motherfuckers killed Cupcake.

Oh, my God.

Rich and Boone gettin' locked up on Live.

I'm telling on everybody.

Just get in the car.

Great.

You got to get in, too, Rich.

Yo, man, I swear to God. I'm...

- This shit lookin' bad, man. - Yo, man. Chill, man.

- No. I... I'm tellin', man. - Chill, man. Listen, man.

Listen. Listen. We ain't do shit, yo.

We really going to jail for killing a fuckin' dog.

Man, we ain't going to no fuckin' jail, man.

Bro, as soon as that police officer get in here, I'm...

Look, man. We ain't do shit, yo.

The dog ate the Percs, and he fuckin' died.

- That's it. We ain't do shit. - Okay.

Mr. Officer, I take...

You remember that tall midget got killed up the street?

Fuckin' Hosé did that shit, man.

Yo, shut up, man! What the fuck?

You put that all in writing?

Man, he don't know what the fuck he talkin' about, Officer.

Hosé, with an "H." He black.

Officer, he under the influence.

You saw he just had them fuckin' Percs in there, man.

Don't listen to that shit.

- This is how this... - Just be quiet. We cool.

They can't do shit to us, yo. Trust me, bro. Chill.

- We locked the fuck up already. - Yo. Just chill. Just chill.

We ain't kill your dog. Like, for real.

You fuckin' criminal!

For real, man. I'm not used to this shit.

What the fuck? Just shut up, man.

I'm about to tell on my fuckin' brother.

Like, he got us in this nut shit.

Oh, my fuckin' God. Man, shut up, man!

Dad, why you always making me late for school?

- And I'm hungry! - Why the hell are you yelling?

And do it look like I give a fuck?

Do it look like I give a fuck? 'Cause I don't.

You want to be on time for school or you want to eat?

- What you want to say? - I want to eat.

Well, eat the rest of that apple

that I left in the back seat.

I think I only took two bites off it.

Sit your ass back.

What's up, man? You good?

What's up? What's up with you? What you in for, young 'un?

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on, man.

Don't be trying to intimidate people 'cause you big.

I don't care nothin' about that. All them muscles.

You probably can't even move, huh?

Oh! Shit.

Sir... Sir...

Boone! You alright down there?

Huh?

You alright?

Yeah! Am I okay?

- Yeah, he alright. - Yeah! I'm good!

I wasn't even talking to you, homey.

Rich... Rich... Rich, please.

Like, don't... don't aggravate this man no... no more.

Please, man.

You don't see how big he is. You... You good down there.

Rich, please. Alright?

Man, fuck that man.

Nigga, what's good?

- You know who he in there with? - Huh?

Do you know who he is in there with?!

No.

Rich, you got to get Boone out of there.

He in there with Big Slick!

Who the fuck is Big Slick?

They call him by his real name.

I heard they call him Big Slick,

but his name on the streets was Big Dick, nigga!

The fuck? Hey, Boone!

- Let me ask you a question. - Hmm?

- You know Mike? - Mike?

Mnh-mnh. I don't know no Mike.

I swear to God I never met no Mike in my life.

- Boone. - Huh?

- One phone call. - Hoo!

Man, what time is feed-up time around this jawn?

They feed motherfuckers whenever they want around here.

For real? Fuck this shit.

Rich. One phone call.

Alright. Bet.

Salakum.

What, you got a little cold, baby?

Yeah, this Bruce, baby. What's up?

Hey, Bruce, stop fuckin' playing with me, man.

Naw, Boone. Listen. I'm staying here now, you understand?

Bruce, put my wife on the phone.

This my house. Baby girl took me in.

We workin' stuff out now.

Bru... Like... Yo. Like, real...

Listen, my P.O. gave me this address.

Thank you, baby.

Yo! Put my wife on the phone, bro!

- No. - Hey, Teesa!

- Thank you, baby. - Teesa!

- You're a champ. - Yeah!

No, ain't no way I'm leavin' this house!

Yeah, I'm not trying to hear that shit, man.

Hey, yo! Yo, get...

I don't even want to talk to you, bro.

I ain't going nowhere! You understand me?

Look... Get this off.

Yo, can I please just talk to my wife?

Calm... Calm down.

Look, can I talk to my wife?

Can I talk to my wife?

Fuck!

- Is he a rapist? - No.

Shit, man.

What's up?

Yo, fuckin' Bruce...

Bruce is answering my fuckin' wife's phone, man!

- Bruce answered... - Yeah!

- Boone. - Like, come on. Like...

- One call's over. - Like, bro. Like...

- Let's go. - Why he answering your wife...

That's what I'm...

Yo, see if you can call her back, man.

I only get one c... Alright.

Man, please call my wife.

Please. Like... Like, for real, man.

- Alright, yo. Alright, yo. - Damn, man.

The fuck he answering your wife phone, though?

That's crazy.

After that phone call, you know what happened.

They sent us straight to the big house.

♪ Mm ♪

♪ All my real niggas know what it is ♪

♪ Goin' to this jail is like my second crib ♪

♪ Mm ♪

♪ All my real niggas know what it is ♪

♪ Goin' to this jail is like my second crib ♪

Rich, I'm so scared right now.

I really don't know what to do, man.

Yo. Yo, chill. Chill, yo. This shit ain't that deep.

- We good, yo. - It ain't that deep?

We about to do fuckin' life, man,

over some shit we didn't do, man.

We ain't doing no fuckin' life. Chill out, man.

You heard what that fuckin' judge said, man.

Like, we done. Like, Bruce out here fuckin'...

Yo, chill. Yo. You're a man, right?

Man, fuckin' Bruce fuckin' my wife, man.

Oh, man, I don't know about that Bruce shit.

That's crazy, Boone. But you're a man, right?

You got to get it together now, yo.

- Yeah, I'm a man, man. - Alright.

But I'm really about to tell on my brother, man.

Listen. Yo. Shut up, man!

Stop talking that dumb-ass shit in here, man.

Yo, lift your arms up, yo. Lift your arms up.

Let me show you how I do. Lift your arms up, yo.

Get... Get a little macho with it.

Like... You know what I'm sayin'?

- Know what I'm sayin'? - They gonna leave us alone?

No. Look straight. Look straight.

Square your jaws up.

Like...

Yeah, man. Like, get... Know what I mean?

Get brolic with it, man.

You got to be like a man. Don't show no weakness, yo.

You gonna have us lookin' crazy, bro.

- I'm about to brolic shit out. - Alright?

There ain't shit in here, man.

Alright. Get to hold it down. Nobody bet' not disrespect me.

That's right. Now you're talking.

Yeah. Nobody bet' not disrespect me.

Alright, man. Just don't disrespect nobody.

They not gonna disrespect me.

Alright. Be cool.

Nobody bet' not disrespect me.

Yeah. Nobody bet' not disrespect me.

Alright, yo.

Get out!

Come on. Answer this phone, man.

I'm tryin' to get this money! Tryin' to get active, man.

Yezzo.

♪ How much Steph have? ♪

♪ Nigga had 30 ♪

♪ Can he play tonight? ♪

♪ Yeah, around 7:30 ♪

♪ My nigga be ballin' ♪

♪ 18 assists ♪

♪ He ain't come to play ♪

♪ You better be up on your shit ♪

♪ But where she at now? ♪

♪ She on the same block ♪

Sign the book.

Welcome to corrections.

Next inmate!

Sign my book.

Welcome to corrections.

Next!

Sign my book.

Welcome to corrections.

Next!

Oh!

My cop killers.

Hmm. Y'all going to the other side.

The other side?

Sign my book. Don't worry about it.

Other side.

About to stick my foot so far up your ass...

Yo! C.O.!

Welcome to corrections.

Next!

Mm. Here's the other one.

Sign the book.

Mm-mm-mm. Welcome to corrections.

♪ Hustlers everywhere talkin' about the same block ♪

♪ Shout out to the track ♪

Welcome to MNMH County Jail,

where if you don't cooperate, niggas will tell.

Now, we call it MNMH because...

you might not make it home.

That leads to my next question...

Excuse me.

Motherfucker, did I tell you to speak?

Huh?

Big-ass eyeballs.

Like I was saying... led me to my next question.

Where you want your body buried when you die?

What?

We can get you a nice hole out back.

Or we can throw your body on the tracks for the rats.

Now, this lead to the fun part.

Strip!

Sit your bitch ass down, man.

Faster!

Speed!

C-Hoes, give 'em the pills.

Don't nobody else get no pills?

No, motherfucker. Just y'all two.

What? The fuck is this?

Don't worry about it. Just take the pill.

I'm telling you, man.

I've never seen nobody with no pills...

Shut up, motherfuckers!

Bro, what the fuck are these... What's this?

- These what I think it is? - Just take it.

Don't worry about it. Take it.

You gonna go to the matrix.

Matrix?

I don't like it either,

but sometimes you got to deal with it.

Can we at least know what we're taking?

Yo, what is it? What the fuck?

Viagra.

What?

I'mma let you know right now... Y'all walkin' in...

with y'all dicks hard... y'all gonna be yellin', "Guard!"

Matter of fact, put y'all clothes back on.

Guard! Dismiss 'em!

Single line!

- Line it up. - Let's go!

I'mma take me a Viagra pill myself.

Once they come back... that ass I'mma tap.

- Y'all gonna give us Viagra? - Nigga, walk.

Make sure you keep yourself covered up.

I'll be all up in your ass, boy!

Yo, my man. You got soap?

Yeah. Don't look back there, boy.

Motherfucker, you got soap?!

Didn't nobody tell you to turn your head!

You better not drop it.

Bed check!

This is their bus-stop bitches.

Man, shut your bitch ass up!

I will knock your little ass...

Straight line!

Boy, let's go.

We're gonna go in there in like five minutes...

- Where little Reese at? - Nigga, let's go!

Yo, they didn't give me no bag or nothing.

You can probably get one in the back.

Go!

Salakum!

Long time no write.

I heard you got 10 years.

And don't worry about your half of the money.

I got it. I'm just not gonna send it to you.

I'm gonna use your half of your money

and act like I'm spending money on your daughter.

We out here livin' our best life

while you stuck in prison, bitch.

I always did like your wife. Redbone with a fat ass.

I'm going over there tonight. I already talked to Little Mike.

His dumb ass is always runnin' the streets.

I told your wife about Mosirah, too.

You fuckin' cheater.

I was over there last night watching TV on your couch.

I had some thin white sweatpants on with no drawers.

Your wife and daughter was looking at my prick,

and I accidentally... quote, quote...

spilled water right on my prick.

And P.S... Your daughter 18th birthday next week.

I'm about to spoil her little thick ass.

I guess you know now that the street-love shit is fake.

No money and no visits.

Your ass gonna be cut up when you get out there.

And don't drop the soap. No nut, bitch.

And I'm retired, too.

I can't risk getting locked up

and lose what I got going on with my new family, man.

And if I get locked up, I'm tellin'.

So I'll get right back to it.

Salakum.

Oh, my God.

I knew I shouldn't have fucked his wife.

Man, just do what I told you. On some nut-ass shit.

I'm sorry, Mike!

Yo, we gonna talk!

Bed check!

New fish!

- What's up with you, man? - What's poppin'? A Town, man.

What's good?

What's poppin'? My name is A Town.

A Town.

Rich likes this little nigga.

But I can already tell

I'mma wind up running my bid up on this little nigga.

What's up, man? They call me Bird, man.

Yeah, 'cause I handle the birds.

Hey, yo. How old is you, man?

You're like a little-ass boy, man.

Man, everybody says that, but I'm a motherfuckin' man, yo!

Yeah.

Yo. They call me Boone.

Did I ask you your fuckin' name?

And look. I know the C.O.s bring you in this way.

But this my fuckin' area.

When you want to get in your bed,

you come from the opposite way.

So I can't come in right here?

What the fuck? You can't comprehend?

This my fuckin' area.

Commissary day, all sweets, they come to my fuckin' bed.

Alter your fuckin' tone, man,

before I smack your fuckin' beak off.

Bitch-ass nigga.

Bullshit.

What's up with that new fish, Gus?

I got him, Doe.

Alright, then.

Fresh roll. Needed that.

You know I take like eight shits a day.

Bitch-ass nigga.

Man, who your fat ass talking to?

No. You wrong, man. I'm telling Rich.

Hey, Rich.

Rich, this fat asshole over here talking about

I got to get out one side of the bed.

- What? - Yeah. He disrespect me, man.

Boone.

Yo.

- Mm. Man. - Yo, get out my bed.

- Hey! Somebody get this boy! - Get off my bed!

Chill! Chill! Chill! Chill!

- What the hell is that?! - Chill. Hey, I got it.

Give him a pass. Give him a pass.

- Yo, this is my new cellie, man. - Oh.

Calm down, man.

I didn't know what the hell that was.

Getting us in some dumb-ass shit.

Chill, man. We just got here.

Hey, you want some snacks, man?

The fuck you doing with all these snacks, man?

Man, in the beginning, I used to love snacks.

But I don't fuck with snacks no more.

- Why? - In the beginning,

it's so sweet, you know?

But now they fuck with your body and mind.

Plus, look at my teeth.

- Come on, man! - Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!

- Yo. Chill. Chill. Chill. - Hit him, man!

- Chill. Chill. Chill. - With your little-ass reach.

- Now... - Come on.

You're lucky he saved your dumb ass.

Nobody saved me.

...complain he's being belligerent

and, uh, hostile.

Yo, my bad.

Yo, man, I'mma fuck your dumb ass up!

Oh, man.

I'm not trying to hear that shit.

Like, for real, man, with your little ass, man.

Yo, man, get your man, yo. Get your man.

Get... You about to get fuckin' jumped.

- Like, seriously, man. Okay. - By who? By who?

- By who? We in my house. - Man, whatever, man.

- Whatever. - We in my house.

- Recognize that. - Yo. Yo, y'all trippin', man.

- We in my house. - No.

- Alright. - Here. Hold... Hold up.

Before we go to chow, let me tell...

let me explain this shit to you, bro.

You got Delaware sitting here, Philly, Harrisburg,

Pittsburgh, New York... It's sectioned off.

You can't just sit anywhere you want, man.

- Come on, man. Nobody... - Listen, bro.

You're gonna get in some serious shit in here, man.

First, that fat-ass nigga

telling me which way to get out the bed.

Now you telling me which way to eat.

- Alright, man. - Get the fuck out of here, man.

Let him learn the hard way, man. Let him... I'll see you.

- Hey. - You know what I'm sayin'?

- Alright. - Get your chow, man.

Ai, ai, ai, ai.

Hold up, hold up, hold up. Listen. Listen.

See what I was talking about?

You doing all that dumb-ass shit, man. Listen, man.

This shit is serious. Before we get in here, man.

Don't sit anywhere you want.

Don't disrespect none of the cooks, man.

- Man, I... - No. No. No.

Listen to what I'm telling you, bro.

Rich... Rich, like, come on. Let's just go, man.

Like, they... they already respecting us in here, man.

I'm about to check... Yo! What are you...

Listen. Fuck all the bullshit they're talking.

Ain't nobody see shit.

Man, want the sprinkles?

What the fuck am I gonna do with sprinkles?!

I don't care nothing about no West Side, North Side,

no Muslims... No. No, man.

That's what I'm saying, man. This long-ass fuckin' line, man.

Oh, this shit gonna go fast. Just stay behind me.

Man, I ain't trying to sit all on you.

They know we cop killers.

Yo, I know a kid in Africa that eat better than this.

What you talking about?

These niggas looking at me and think they're scary.

You Muslim or you orphan, homey?

He fucked his daughter and his wife, man.

He fucked Mike's wife and his daughter.

Boul a savage, man.

What the hell is this, man?

- It's food, boy. - Come on. Come on, yo.

Come on, man.

- Come on, man. - We're done, man.

Yo, yo. Yo, bro.

You can't be disrespecting the cooks and shit, man.

Like, for real.

Yo, man!

Yo, that's the imam.

Oh, he the man, right?

Oh, you the man?! I don't care if you the man!

You knocked down my chicken, motherfucker!

- Bro, this is the imam. - The E man?!

I don't care if he was the A man, B man, C man, D man...

You need to show some goddamn respect!

Oh, shit!

- Yo, yo. Yo. - I'm legally blind!

Listen. Chill. Go over there, man.

Where I'm going? Please help me.

Listen. Listen. Listen. This is my co-D, man.

He's new here and don't know how this shit goes.

Just give him a pass, yo. I got him.

He don't want...

Let me talk to him for a minute.

- Let me talk to him for a minute. - He harmless, man.

Let me talk to him for a minute.

I'm legally blind, y'all! I...

Let me talk to him.

Rich? Please.

Obviously, you ain't schooled him to what's going on in here.

I did. I talked to him.

- I-I always talk to him. - That's not good enough.

Punish him. Make him watch.

- No. No. Lis... - No, no, no, no, no, no...

Break it up! Break it up!

Hey, yo! Break it up! Break it up!

Break it up!

Break it up! Break it up!

Yo! I said break it up!

Yo, guys. Pick him up. Come on. Get up. Get up.

- Oh, shit! - Oh, no.

I'm alright.

Rich, get up! They fucked us up!

Oh, sh... Help... Help me!

Get up, inmate. Come on.

They fucked us up, Rich!

They fucked us up, man!

Hey, they fucked us up!

Look at my face.

My shoulder killing me 'cause of Boone's big mouth.

I can't beef with the Muslims.

They run the whole jail.

Shit. Half the C.O.s in here is Muslim.

But if I ever catch that imam slippin' by himself,

I'mma stab that nigga till my arm get tired.

That's ketchup! I'm not messin' with you!

- What'd you... - I can give him something else.

Nothing wrong with you.

Rich, I don't know what that nurse talking about.

I did something to 'em, man.

I swear to God I did.

Like, when that man hit you... When he hit you,

I hit... I hit that motherfucker right back.

I bet when you hear that story,

they gonna say he sucker-punched you and you went down

and I hit the shit out somebody.

I swear to God on Jehovah I hit that boul. Yep.

Why you looking at me like that, Rich?

You gonna say something?

You can't talk?

Damn. Your jaw broke.

Rich, I don't think you understand.

You might got a fuckin' concussion.

Fuck. Fucked my boul up.

Nurse!

Look at this shit, man.

You got me all fucked up in here, man.

- Look at this shit, man. - I got fucked up, too!

Sitting here looking like a fuckin' lame.

My eyes and shit are all fucked up, man.

Rich, I got fucked up, too!

Man, you got to stop that clown shit, man.

Stop fuckin' playing, man.

You keep getting me fucked up. Shut up, man!

We got fucked up together!

Damn!

Shit, you was knocked the fuck out!

You ain't know what happened. I... Like, I helped you.

Man, you ain't do shit, man.

Man, how you know? You was knocked the fuck out.

'Cause I know you, man. The fuck...

Damn, man!

You ain't even know! You was asleep!

Like, you was really asleep!

That boul hit the shit out you, man.

Like, I ain't lying.

That boul knocked you the fuck out, and I-I hit that boul.

Boy's all heat.

You just woke up.

It fucked me up.

In my 22 years of being a warden...

and a damn good warden, I must say...

I ain't never, ever...

on God's blue earth ever seen...

Sir. Sir.

- What is it?! - Green.

Green what?

No disrespect, but the earth is green.

- The earth is blue! - No.

My dad said that the earth was filled with green trees

and green money rule the world.

So the earth is green.

Your daddy?

Boy, I don't care what your daddy told you!

This earth is surrounded by blue water,

so the earth is blue.

- Do you understand?! - But it's...

Yo, just shut up, man. Shut up, yo!

Damn.

You two have been in so much shit

within the last six hours that you've been in my house!

If I ever hear another... and I mean another...

motherfuckin' word about you being into something,

I'll put you two in the chair my goddamn self!

Jackson, get them cleaned up

and get their ass back to population!

I'm hurt too.

Come on! Let's go!

Quit turning your head.

Gate.

The fuck?

- Hello? - Yeah. Jimmy.

It's me, the warden.

Hey. Look here.

I don't know what's going on in this prison,

but I'm not liking it.

And that Mike character?

You keep him on the other side.

I don't want them here with everybody else.

Keep me out of it.

Yeah.

And those two cop killers?

The next time you go out on that labor detail,

you put their asses to work.

- You understand me? - I hear you, buddy.

I want to see them sweating

the next time I see them in this prison.

I don't like cop killers.

- Yeah. You take care of that. - Will do.

Immediately.

- Thank you. - Over and out.

We got one on!

We got a special request from the warden

to bring the two cop killers back.

Four in. Bringing four back. Out in five.

- ♪ Action and one-on-one ♪ - Hey!

♪ Believe it ♪

- ♪ Let me eat it like a bun ♪ - Hey!

- ♪ I see you wan' have fun ♪ - Hey!

Hey!

- ♪ I know you need it ♪ - Hey!

- ♪ Baby, let me eat it ♪ - Hey!

- ♪ I know you want it ♪ - Hey!

- ♪ Girlie, please stop frontin' ♪ - Hey!

- ♪ Action and one-on-one ♪ - Hey!

♪ Believe it ♪

- ♪ Let me eat it like a bun ♪ - Hey!

- ♪ I see you, dirty one ♪ - Hey!

♪ Real good lovin', baby girl, you gon' rock ♪

- Hey! - ♪ Then turn around for Daddy ♪

- ♪ Let me get it from behind ♪ - Hey!

- ♪ I know you need it ♪ - Hey!

- ♪ Baby, let me eat it ♪ - Hey!

♪ You know Boone is the Papa Perky ♪

- Hey! - ♪ Fuck a 15... It's a 30 ♪

♪ Get on top, yeah, baby, hurt me ♪

Hey!

- ♪ Action and one-on-one ♪ - Hey!

♪ Believe it ♪

- ♪ Let me eat it like a bun ♪ - Hey!

- ♪ I see you, dirty one ♪ - Hey!

♪ Good lovin', baby girl, you gon'... ♪

Yo, Rich. I'm out, man.

Yo. Yo. Naw, bro. It ain't worth it!

Fuck that. Go. Go. Go.

Now, which way are we going?

What do you mean, which way are we going?

- Which way we gonna go? - I thought you knew.

Motherfucker, you ran first.

Come on!

Come on, man! What the fuck, man?

I don't know this shit.

Yo, I think if we go over this way,

there's another way we can go.

Like, it's another whole, like...

What the fuck?

What's up, man?

What the hell is going on back here?

Well, you know, man, I'm just gonna see.

You know, back in the 1800s, man, the ghetto birds war,

you know what I mean, it was shot in Pennsylvania

right here on this spot.

You know, our great-great-grandfathers

and everything...

Cut the shit, man.

What are you doing back here?

Well, I really wanted to take a shit, man.

I ain't want to shit right in front of everybody.

- You want to take a shit, huh? - Yeah.

Take a shit.

- Like, right here? - Right here. Take a shit.

Kind of hard to come out, man.

I don't give a fuck.

Sometimes you got to spread your cheeks a little bit.

Got a little...

I drunk some prune juice.

Man, stop talking to me while you're taking a shit.

You got some tissue?

Use a leaf.

I ain't wiping this dirty leaf on my ass, man.

Sound like a personal problem.

I'll just use my shirt.

Shit.

I don't need your shirt.

Hey, Rich?

Word on the pound is y'all niggas killed some cop.

What's up with that?

No disrespect, bro,

we still rumbling.

I don't like talking about our case.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!

Don't be rude, Rich.

They want to know, like, what happened.

Don't you want to hear the story?

Yeah.

- Y'all want to hear the story? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come around, then, man. You want to hear the story?

- Come around. - What you waiting for, nigga?

I been wanting to know that.

This motherfucking cop came busting up in my house

like he fucking belonged there.

I said, "Nigga, who the fuck are you?!"

I was ready to hit that motherfucker.

You know I'm not afraid.

- Right, yeah. - Yeah.

Pow! Shot!

Smoked a cop!

Motherfucker, 187 on an undercover cop!

Nigga, you the real MVP. Nice!

I'm telling you. Straight up.

Hey, yo, dog, tell the story.

If you gonna tell a story, you got to tell it right!

So, my mom was in the kitchen, cooking potato salad.

What?!

See, where we're from, down 39th Street,

we used to the gunfire.

Pow! Pow!

So when that second motherfucker came in,

I shot his ass too!

- Pow! - Damn!

But as I looked over at my main man, Rich,

he was doing just as he's doing right now.

- This motherfucker was chillin'! - Chillin'?

This motherfucker was chillin' in the motherfucking corner,

rolling a motherfucking L.

And my other homie said,

"God damn, Boone, you shot a motherfucking cop!"

And you know what my main man, Rich, said?!

- What did he say? - What did he say?

"No, that shit was cool, bro.

He came in the house.

I mean, he did what he had to do."

Just like that, right in the middle

of the motherfucking gunfight!

That's why I walk with this nigga!

He like to be a little, you know what I'm saying,

he don't like to be all loud and all that.

But I said, "Man, we got to handle

our motherfucking business."

So the motherfucker backed up, started coming in.

I start shooting motherfuckers!

I'm all over the motherfucking place.

Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!

"Killed him, Mom." Know what she said?

'Cause my first name is Maurquis.

- What she say? - "Go, Maurquis!"

- Go, Maurquis! - Go, Maurquis!

- Go, Maurquis! - Go, Maurquis!

You know what I said to the motherfucking police?!

- What? - What?

You know what I said to the motherfucking police?!

What you say?!

I said, "911 is a joke in your town!"

♪ Get up, a-get-get get down ♪

♪ 911 is a joke in your town ♪

♪ Get up, a-get-get get down ♪

♪ 911 is a joke in your town ♪

That's some dumb-ass shit, man.

You think they ain't gonna find out it's some bullshit?

Keep your fucking voice down.

I don't want nobody 'round here

to know we killed a motherfucking dog.

These motherfuckers think we're real cop killers.

For real.

Now, if... if it takes that

for the motherfuckers to show us some respect.

Yeah, but that's just dumb. They're gonna find out.

Motherfuckers shaking my hand all over the place, Rich.

The motherfuckers respect us.

Now, I'm about to go over here and get some respect

like I've been looking for my whole motherfucking life.

Get your paperwork, man.

We're gonna go work on our case, man, come on.

Hey, it's not about that right now.

I'm going to the yard, man. I'm gonna yard out.

♪ Fresh out, nigga ♪

♪ Ain't nothin' to go back ♪

♪ Fresh out, nigga ♪

♪ Ain't nothin' to go back ♪

Our phone's right here.

Let's chat.

Yeah, better pick up. Pick up, pick up, pick up.

See if she got a girlfriend.

Nokia!

Let's go, baby girl.

You know what, now, obviously you heard where I'm at, baby.

Yeah, they got me in here.

Yo, where my cigarettes at?

- Fuck you! - All the time, baby.

- Yeah, alright. - I just need a little contact.

I mean, that's alright.

I knew you... That's why I love you.

That's why Mmm, baby girl.

Listen, it got a little crazy. I can't tell you right now.

Yeah, we on the phone.

I'm not gonna tell you what happened.

'Cause I'm innocent! Ha ha!

- Obviously. - Yo, she got a girlfriend?

Oh, Nokia, you got a girlfriend?

We're trying to get a little "controversial" visit.

Yeah, we trying to get a couple of those up here.

Why not? I don't see why not.

You gonna work... Work on it.

You want me to sing?

Sing?

♪ You must love me ♪

♪ Holding me down ♪

♪ I'm in a cell ♪

♪ You know ♪

♪ I be in jail, you know ♪

♪ Nokia ♪

Get the fuck off the Imam's phone.

First of all...

First of... Big man just scaring me a little bit.

The fuck out of here before I knock those Cazals off.

Alright, titties and stomach. Huh!

Get your tired ass out of here. This ain't New York, bitch.

Huh?! I'm offended!

♪ I wish a motherfucker would walk 'round my way ♪

♪ You wanna fuck around and do it, nigga, make my day ♪

♪ Got a A.K. and a 357 ♪

♪ Buh, buh ♪

♪ You'll be gone in a second ♪

♪ Come on, reputation is all a nigga got ♪

♪ Yeah, let's get this money ♪

- ♪ Go and get the pot ♪ - ♪ Get the pot ♪

♪ Whip it up, down to the rocks ♪

♪ To the rocks ♪

♪ Fuck with us, you'll be all in a box ♪

♪ Get the money, flip the money, calling big pots ♪

♪ Sticking to the basics, got my money in knots ♪

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

What's up, B?

You know that nigga Mike and his man

was looking for you earlier?

No, them niggas on the other side. They can't come over here.

Everybody comes in the yard.

What you mean, everybody comes in the yard?

- He right there. - Everybody, bro!

Mike! Mike! Mike! Mike! Mike! Mike! Mike!

Please, please, please, bro!

Listen, I was taking care of your family like you told me to.

- And then, man... - And then what?!

C.O.! C.O.!

- Yo, hook up. - This way.

Don't look at him.

Fuck you ain't looking like Michael Jackson

on "Off the Wall" album.

Where the fuck you was at, man?

I'm fucking right here where you was at.

I just got phone checked by Safu Sock!

- Safu? - Yeah.

You got checked by a nigga named Safu Sock?

Whatever. Dude over there, you know what I'm saying?

Somebody hold me down. Philly-New York shit.

Next thing you know, he put a pantyho on his head

and left me there.

Son, say a fucking word.

Niggas had you in there skipping and all sorts of shit?

- Right. - Hopscotching and all?

Right! I'm serious!

Yo, son, that's our fucking jack.

- You know that, right? - So let's go get our jack, then.

You know I've been in here for assault.

You know what "assault" means, man?

When I smack the shit out you,

you gonna be "a salty" -ass nigga.

Don't you ever let this Philly niggas violate you like that.

That's not what happened, though. That's...

Oh, that's how it happened.

There was about 18 of them over there.

18? There's only 8 niggas in this fucking bing, nigga.

- Listen, I seen 18. - Shut the fuck up.

- Crazy, man. - Dumb-ass, man.

Yo, bring your ass on, man.

I got to eat. I'm hungry. Do that shit later.

- You're hungry, huh? - I'm hungry.

You're gonna eat this fist when I get the fuck back.

Hey, player! You got phone checked?!

What the fuck?!

You can't be getting phone checked.

See, what you think, it's a game?

You locked up with lions, tigers, and bears in here!

You can't be getting phone checked!

Shut your bootleg ass up, nigga.

You better stay on your 10 toes in here, nigga!

Take... Take that do-rag off. It's that do-rag.

That nut-ass do-rag got you phone checked.

Get me some applesauce, nigga.

It's cool.

My niggas gonna run down on you again.

You ain't gonna talk for a long time, nigga.

What's up with you, man? What's good? What's happening?

It's alright. I'm gonna get straight to it, man.

I need you to go out to the yard with me, man.

I ain't going to yard today, man.

I don't feel like that shit, dude.

Come on, Rich. Rich, come on with the dumb shit.

Like, look at me. Rich, look at me.

I really need for you to go out to the yard with me, man.

For what? For what? What's wrong with you, man?

Mike and his boys tried to get me.

Oh. This Mike nigga again, man.

You keep talking about Mike, man.

We 'bout to get life, man. We're not never going home.

You keep worrying about some Mike, man?

Forget about Mike, man. He on the other side.

He can't come over here like that, so...

And if he come over here, I'm right here.

I'm right here.

I sleep right beside you, man.

So, what happened, man?

What happened? What you mean, what happened?

Them niggas came up on me. And I was slipping...

Boone. Boone, Boone.

What happened, man? What you mean? What happened?

They tried to get you, and what?

Like, all this slipping. What happened?

I called the C.O.

Oh. Oh, fucking God.

This is what I'm talking about.

What the fuck? Is you a rat, man, like...

No, I ain't no rat. I just called them to get me.

- That's ratting! - They didn't do nothing to him.

What part of that don't you understand?

When you call C.O.s, you ratting, man.

My fat ass bunkie, he ain't do shit.

Yo, when you call the C.O., that's ratting.

I already told you this. What part don't you understand?

The fuck.

I could not leave. The lady let me leave.

- The lady let me leave. - Dang.

The lady let me leave.

Yard out! Yard out!

About time!

You really don't fucking get it.

Will you go out to the yard with me?

Please?

I'm going to the library, man.

Where your homeboys at?

I still remember what you told me, though.

Yo, man, for real, man.

Stop all that goofy shit, man, like, for real.

Alright!

Right. Dang.

Slide your arm out and stand up.

Fucking people trying to give us life in prison,

keeps talking about some fucking Mike.

Forget about Mike, man!

I'm a player, nigga! I'm a player, nigga!

I'm a player, nigga!

It's all on out here, man.

This shit is a breeze. You know what I'm saying?

We good.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

It's Mike. Mike. Yo, Mike.

Fuck Mike. My team right here. We good.

My team's right here, man. Come on.

I'm gonna say something to the C.O. real quick.

- No. - Not like that.

They about to bring in something for me.

- I'll be right over there. - They bringing in something?

Yeah, yeah. I'll be right over there.

Yeah? Alright.

- What's up? - You back again?

This shit ain't no place to be.

Yo, don't look over there right now,

but over there on that pull-up bar,

you know that boy Mike from the other pod?

Yo, watch him.

- Please, please, watch him. - Boone! Come here, man.

- Talking to them C.O.s, man! - Fucking cops all the time, man.

- What up, man? - What's up with him?

This is my folks. This is Boone, man.

- What it is, bro? - What's up, homie?

Listen, man, you good up in here, man.

Know what I'm saying? You good.

- What's up, B? - You got me?

Yeah, yeah.

Told you to stop acting all scared and shit.

You see that boy Mike over there, man?

But you're talking to the C.O.s and shit, man.

Fuck that.

No, I'm just seeing what's up with them.

Like, me, I speak to everybody, B.

No, ain't everybody ain't for everybody.

Maybe got the Kangol on my head,

but I still get it popping, though.

Hold on, hold on.

That's the nigga that wrote that letter,

that nut-ass letter?

You fucked my wife, nigga.

What?

Wait a minute. I see where this is going.

I say we take it up with the warden.

- What? - What?

I'm just saying, look at these muscles.

Get the fuck out of here.

Hey!

Listen, I'm not trying to feel that shit.

Man, that shit hurt. We got to stop this, bro.

Like, we supposed to be best friends, man.

- You fucked my wife, man. - Like, I'm sorry.

I swear I will never do nothing to your wife again.

I'm not gonna call her no more.

Nothing, man. Nothing. I swear.

Crossed the fucking line, man.

- I swear to God, but... - But what?

Like, your daughter...

My daughter what?

You like what you see?

Sí? Mm-hmm.

You got this for your prom date, huh?

Yeah, but I stayed home. What about your wife?

You sure you're not going back to her?

I swear to God, I ain't talked to my wife in so long.

I swear. I ain't lying.

What you think my dad gonna think?

Your dad?

I swear to God, I been told your dad.

I said, "Stop what you're doing

'cause you need to be with your family."

And he chose what he chose, and now he locked the fuck up,

so... so he ain't got no say-so.

Okay.

Jesus!

Okay, okay.

God...

Girl, my neck. Oh!

Oh, good God!

Oh!

♪ I don't trust you, bitch, but I love you, bitch ♪

- ♪ And I ♪ - ♪ Can't leave you alone ♪

♪ I don't trust you, bitch, but I love you bitch ♪

- ♪ And I ♪ - ♪ Can't leave you alone ♪

♪ I ain't insecure ♪

♪ Matter of fact, I might be ♪

♪ I don't want you find another nigga like me ♪

♪ You 'bout to make me... ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ I'm crazy about that pussy, lady ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Put a baby in that ♪

♪ All your girlfriends hate me ♪

♪ In your head, trying to make you replace me ♪

♪ I know I ain't the best, but I ain't the worst ♪

♪ Better than your ex, better than your first ♪

I can't. I can't!

Break it the fuck up!

Break it up!

Calm down, calm down.

Calm down, alright? Calm down, big man.

- Y'all got him? - Calm down, big man. Calm down.

Yes, I got him, I got him. Take him to his cell.

Take him to his cell. Get him out of here.

I got you.

Shut the fuck up.

I put in a request to go to the law library, man.

There's too many loopholes in this case, man.

I'm not just waiting for no lawyer.

Fuck that. I'm doing my own research.

Why don't you just tell them you did it

so I can get the hell out of here, man?

They'll let me out tomorrow.

No, I don't why you're looking at me like that.

I'll make sure your lady cool.

I'll put money in your commissary.

Like you did Mike, right?

Man, that's different. Like, I won't do that.

What makes you think I would do something like that to you, man?

Look, man, I'm not pleading guilty

to these nut-ass charges.

We didn't even do shit. What, you forgot?

Man, we killed a cop dog, man.

It's either we gonna get life

or Mike will wind up killing me here, man.

Man, Mike ain't gonna do shit.

I'm gonna holler at Mike myself, man.

Stop worrying about Mike, man.

We need to worry about fighting these charges.

He's not gonna listen to you.

I hope he do, but, man, like...

I'll holler at you, man.

Where you going?

I'm going outside with everybody else in the yard, man.

Whoa, hold it, hold it. Chill, chill.

No. No, no, no.

Cuz! Listen, listen, listen, listen.

No, we ain't doing that right now.

Nigga violated, man.

I know, cuz. Yo, listen to your cuz, man.

Your first cuz. Chill, alright?

We ain't doing that. No.

- Chill. We ain't doing that. - Nigga violated.

No. I know! Listen, we stuck...

Listen, we stuck here. Listen. Chill, chill.

We ain't gonna do that. We ain't gonna do that.

We ain't gonna do that.

Damn, man!

Alright, cuz. You got him, you got him.

You got it.

Alright, cuz. Chill, chill.

Dang!

He done plucked me in my shit!

Man, who plucks people in their fucking forehead, man?

Man, that's big cuz. You lucky.

Cuz was about to stab you, man.

Yo, bro, anything you need, bro, I got you, bro.

- Like real shit. - No, I don't like all that...

- Oh, anything? - Anything, bro. Anything.

Not anything, but, like, you know what I'm saying?

No, cuz, we ain't into that. Man, I ain't into that.

Anything materialisticwise, I got you, bro.

Like, you know what I'm saying?

I love music.

Like, I just need, like, a keyboard or something.

So that's all you need is like a little studio setup?

Yeah, what's up? Mike, speakers, what up?

You know what I mean? Piano. Let's get it popping.

- Alright, bet. I got you. - Alright.

New fish!

You better run! He's trying to have fun!

Fit right up in the bum!

- Shark bait. - That's what he doing.

- Top bunk. - My bunk?

Top bunk.

Okay.

First time doing time in Philly.

It's gonna be a break!

Yes, it is.

He said, "This ain't that kind of cell.

You and him, straight to fucking hell!"

Never throw my card out.

What's up?

- What's up? - Cool.

This is my man Gus.

- My boy Pablo. - What's up?

- Good. - Chillin'.

- This is my partner Rich. - Nice to meet you, home.

- Where you from? - From the D.

- Yeah, Detroit, man. - The D.

What you doing over here in the special unit, man?

Wait, wait, wait.

Y'all two look like them two that killed that dog.

- What up, cuz? - Never mind all that, bro.

That was something else.

What you over here for?

Yeah, I hear this was the special unit.

But what's so special about it?

Man, everybody here got life.

Life?! I only got five years!

You better go talk to the warden, son.

Especially who you're bunking with.

That motherfucker be blowing people up and everything.

- What?! - Yeah, Muslim boy, man.

Like, blowing shit up or blowing shit up?

Like, suicide shit.

No, I got to talk to the warden.

Are you crazy?

Southside, mail.

Uh, this message is for Southside Ju.

Uh, I'm sorry to inform you, but she is dead.

She is dead as a doorknob.

Bye!

That's my baby.

Oh, baby.

What up, blood? What's up, pimp?

How you living?

Yeah, I'm good. What's going on?

I'm Gotchu.

What? You a Muslim.

Oh, no, I'm not Muslim.

Listen, God is good. Yes, he is.

I'm just here to do my time.

Yeah, me too. I want to do my time too.

We could kill time together.

- What do you say? - What you talking about?

What do you mean, what am I talking about?

Listen, I don't have that much time left.

I have some special talent that's gonna take me far.

Guard!

W-Why are you calling the guard?

- Because this is beyond me. - No, no.

Listen, I have a special talent that's gonna take me real far.

- Do you know how to beat-box? - I am puzzled.

Do you know how to beat-box?

Oh, you a cellmate cellmate?

No, what is that? I don't even know what that is.

- Guard! - No.

Listen, this is beyond me! Get out of here!

I got some special talent!

Listen... We -We gonna blow up together!

Listen, you talking about blowing up.

I'm... I'm mind-blown!

Listen, I know you Muslim, and you don't like meat.

I love meat.

Guard!

Especially when it's done well. I mean, well done.

Listen, w-we'll... we'll take it slow.

Day by day, alright?

It's working.

What the fuck are you doing, Ju?!

What in the fuck are you doing, Ju?!

What the fuck is wrong with you, man?!

What's going on?

Oh, you don't fucking understand.

I don't understand what, Ju?!

Come on, get out this fucking bed, Ju!

- I don't want to go... - Come on, B.

Come on, I ain't lying to you, Ju.

You been in fucking bed all day, Ju.

We going to the yard. Come on.

No! Fuck the yard.

"Fuck the yard"? Nigga, it's jumpin' out the yard.

They got the package out there.

I ain't lying to you.

If you want some real shit, they got the package.

Come on, Ju, get out the bed! You keep crying and shit!

What the fuck is wrong with you, man?!

When I was home, it was me and my pussy, baby.

Come on, man!

You sitting here crying over a bitch, Ju?!

You crying over a bitch. You came here, Ju.

You supposed to be a fucking gangster,

crying over motherfucking pussy, nigga!

You don't understand.

She caught all the mices in the house,

and I used to feed her and stuff.

She caught all the mi...

Hey, Ju! Hey, you better not...

Hey, you better not be crying about no fucking cat, Ju!

She caught mice? That's a fucking cat, Ju!

It's Mowmow!

Man, that's a fucking cat! We be gangsters, baby!

What the fuck are you doing?!

No, you gangster, Danny!

Man, shut... Man, get the fuck up!

- I never asked for this shit. - Man, get the fuck...

Well, you're here, nigga. Deal with it!

Fuck are you talking about?!

You better get the fuck... Man, get the...

When I'm in here, I am your mama and your daddy.

Listen, they wouldn't let me leave.

I'm trying to get my five years cut down to five days.

It don't work like that.

- But you're cool, right? - Yeah, I've been cool.

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

Okay. My cellmate.

- Yeah. - Cellie, cellie, cellie?

- Yeah. Cellie, cellie, cellie. - Okay. Cool.

Now, we in Philly.

I don't want nobody "feeling" me.

Oh, no, I'm not... I'm straight, man.

Oh, yes.

You need some help going up there?

That's enough of that.

This is gonna be good, man. It's time to work out.

Hold on! What you doing?!

Oh, that's how me and last cellmate,

that's how we used to workout, bud.

- Screw him. - Never mind.

You said you were cool. You in here acting the fool.

No! I'm cool, man. I'm cool.

Take you a nap!

We'll take it day by day, alright?

- Day by day? - Ooh.

- Day by day. - Alright.

- I'll see you in the morning. - Yeah, doing my time.

♪ How much stuff? ♪

♪ Nigga had 30s ♪

♪ Can he play tonight? ♪

♪ Yeah, around 7:30 ♪

♪ My nigga be ballin' ♪

♪ 18 assists ♪

♪ He ain't come to play, you better be up on your shit ♪

♪ Well, where she at now? ♪

♪ She on the same block ♪

♪ Damn, on the same block? ♪

♪ Exact same block ♪

♪ Hustlers everywhere, talking 'bout the same block ♪

♪ Gotta do the trap talk ♪

♪ Trap talk, trap talk, trap talk ♪

♪ We speak in codes on the phone ♪

♪ We don't talk too long ♪

♪ But all it takes is one rat, and even that go wrong ♪

♪ Fuck a press machine ♪

♪ Keep the cocaine strong ♪

♪ I guarantee before long all your problems gone ♪

♪ Nigga, there's rules to this shit ♪

♪ Made me an animal ♪

♪ Those shooters get involved, they chase and wham at you ♪

Hey, hey, hey, hey! No kissing, no touching.

Hey, what happened to you? Tell me.

It's a long story.

Baby, I miss you so much.

E, you got to believe me.

Me and Boone ain't kill no cop. That's some bullshit.

I know. Everybody know you all didn't.

Hmm? Fuck you mean, "everybody"?

What you talking about?

Boone was on Live the whole time.

Even got the cop on there saying

that he was gonna doctor up the evidence

to make sure you all was found guilty.

- Huh? - Swear to God.

- Get the fuck out of here. - I swear to God.

Yo, you got to go get Boone's phone.

Every time he on Live, he record it.

- Alright. - Go get Boone's phone.

Go down to 39th Street.

- You know Boone's brother Reese? - Yeah.

He on the run right now for this shit,

so he might not be out there, but...

Go holler at Reese.

Get that phone from Reese, and take it to the lawyer.

That shit can get us out of here.

Alright, well, when you want me to take it to the lawyer?

I got to go take him some more money this week anyway.

Fuck this week. Like, now. Like, ASAP.

Like, that can really get us out of here.

You need to go do that right now.

Boone about to get us killed in here any day.

I got to get out of here, baby. Go get that phone.

Hey, Harris, what'd I say? You know the rules.

No more kissing and touching

till the visit is over, alright?

You said we can kiss right after the visit.

Is the visit over?

Yeah, I'm ending my visit right now.

Let's go, then. Wrap it up.

- Go get that phone. - I got you. I got you.

Well, the Department of Homeland Security

says it's looking at potential new threats against the U.S.

You ain't gonna believe what E just told me on her visit.

What'd she say?

The police issued a search warrant

on Boone's residence,

located in the West Philadelphia section.

The actual search warrant was not intended for Boone,

it was intended for a sibling

who managed to escape from a window and fled on foot.

Reports are also suggesting that the rappers

gave a K-9 dog oxycodone pills,

famously known on the streets as "percs."

Thought you killed a cop.

Nigga, what the fuck?!

You didn't say anything?!

You done killed a fucking dog?! You done killed fucking Lassie?!

I told this stupid nigga

stop telling everybody we killed the cop.

We killed the cop dog.

You hyena-looking motherfucker!

We didn't even do that shit.

What do you mean? I just talked to him yesterday.

What do you mean my brother died?

God damn, bitch!

Why... Why it take you that long to answer the phone?

Oh, hey, like, back the fuck up.

We can go right now, 'cause I'll knock you the fuck out.

Tch-tch-tch! Boy!

Hello? Hey, what's going on?

We have all the time in the day.

Yo, I was trying to tell you

before that dumb-ass shit happened, man.

Guess what. We got the whole shit on Live.

Your phone was recording,

got the cops saying dumb-ass shit and all that.

Like, we're getting the fuck out of here, man.

And what is Rudy doing up there?

Your shit was recording live. E got the phone.

She's going to get it from Reese

and take it to the lawyer right now.

That's what I was trying to tell you.

She got the phone already?

Why you doing that bullshit like that?

Come on, baby, come on.

Like, I'm about to come home, baby, like, come on.

I put in these motions. I put in these motions.

I'm swear to God, I'm coming home.

I put in these motions.

Babe, come on, don't do this to me right now, B.

Please, not right now. No. No!

I didn't... I didn't do nothing!

She gone. I don't know.

I got to call her to see if she got it.

She supposed to be going to get it from Reese.

What's up? You get the phone? You get the phone?

Oh, yeah, you got it?

Hey, Rich, this boy keep on

hanging up the phone and using it again.

Chill, chill, chill. For real?

Yeah, take it to the lawyer.

- Yo, she needs your code. - Hmm?

She need the code to the phone to give to the lawyer so...

I can't give her my code, Rich.

Look, stop fucking playing, man.

I ain't playing. I'm not, like...

Boone, stop fucking playing. Shit is serious, man.

She need the code, Boone.

I understand the situation, but she can't get my code.

Oh, my fucking God.

Tell her that she can bring the phone up here.

Yo, this shit's saying we got about 30 seconds.

You got to hang up and call her back man, man,

because I'm not giving her my code.

I'm gonna call you right back, E.

What the fuck is wrong with you, man?

Don't you want to get the fuck out of here, man?

Yes, but I can't let nobody... my code is something very...

No, man, we need the code to your phone

so we can get the fuck out of here.

Man, what the fuck is wrong with you?

What, you want to stay here?

Yo, tell her if I tell her this code,

she can't say nothing, man.

He says you can't. She said she heard you.

She ain't gonna say nothing. It's cool.

IFBB.

You heard him? IFBB.

- You fucked Big... - Yo, Rich!

Just tell her the code. You ain't got to say all that.

Why you say it out loud, Rich?

You vicious, man.

That's a nasty nigga here.

Tell her to go on the phone and get the shit, man.

What the fuck? You fucked Big Brenda?

Yeah, I bet her she couldn't hit a cartwheel.

That big bitch hit that shit, man.

Come on, I just hit that shit.

I got to go. I ain't got no condoms.

Oh, I got one in the house already.

- What you talking 'bout? - I got to go get my kids.

I don't got nothing to do with that. What's up?

- I got to get my kids, B.B. - What we gonna do?

Alright, come on. Let's go.

I couldn't believe it.

So, what you was gonna win if you won the bet?

She said she was gonna buy me two 30s and a Pepsi.

And you risked that, and you really fucked her?

Yeah, that shit was worth it, man.

Two 30s? That's about $62.

What the fuck is you talking about?

You's a nasty motherfucker.

Rich, don't be saying nothing to no-damn-body, man.

- Seriously. - What, you really fucked her?

Yo, I'm going, man. I'm going back to the bunk, man.

I'm about to call my mom, man.

Alright.

Hey, yo.

Yo, homie. Yo, I need that phone.

Yo, phone check.

Phone check, nigga.

Fuck is wrong with you?

C.O.! C.O.! C.O.!

Shut up! Shut your bitch ass up.

Lock in, nigga!

You got him?

That's what the fuck he get.

Big ass. You big Oklahoma-looking bitch.

- Mail call! - Mail call!

Mail call!

Better be some legal, man. I don't want that shit.

Ain't no money order in there.

- Dirty Jones. - Oh, man, you already know.

- Get that paper. - Dirty Jones?

Southside.

♪ Southside ♪

- Teardrop. - Right here.

You know who it is. Stop playing games.

Richard Harris.

Boone.

Alright, have a good one, alright, fellas?

- Alright. - I appreciate it.

Dear Mr. Harris,

I decided to personally write this letter to inform you

that I did in fact receive the Live video from Erica today.

After reviewing the video,

I came to the prison immediately

and hand-delivered this letter to your case manager.

I am certain this video is the evidence I need

to get you released and all charges dismissed.

The courts are a little backed up,

so it might take a couple days

to get you in front of a judge.

Salakum! What's up, Boone?

I guess now you know I've been doing your wife

all kind of ways.

I couldn't wait till your black ass got locked up.

Karma's a bitch.

I told you what you did to Mike was fucked up, man.

And now everything you did to him I'm gonna do to you.

I brought some condoms to your crib,

and your wife told me she hadn't used them

in 17 years y'all been together.

So why start now?

Mnh-mnh-mnh.

She vicious.

That thing was slippery.

I whipped your son last night for nothing.

I hope and wish you stay in there

for the rest of your life.

Your wife let me use your dresser space.

Yeah, the top three drawers are mine now.

And I know two wrongs don't make a right,

but it feels so damn good, man.

Salakum.

J-Strong, what's up with you?

Yeah, we holding it down, man.

You know how it is, though, man. Young-ass kids, man.

Hey, yo. Hey, yo, that C.O. nigga, he gonna call you, right?

And he gonna give you a e-mail address.

Send him some beats, yo.

Yeah, we about to do some records in this.

We about to record.

The laptop. For J.

He taking the laptop?

Yeah, Boone said laptop, too.

Alright.

Hold on. Boone wants you.

God damn, man.

Yo, J, yeah, yo, open up a couple of them buttons.

Put some 30s in there and close them back up.

Yeah, close the buttons back up.

Alright.

Yo, we... we get back with you.

I'm talkin' on the phone, man.

People callin'. We on the goddamn run.

Watch out, man.

Stop fuckin' playing.

You little bitch.

Way too fuckin' much, man.

Seriously, man.

♪ I ain't convinced ♪

♪ Took a little hit, niggas told some shit ♪

♪ So you know what happened next ♪

♪ Feds closed in quick ♪

♪ What don't come out... ♪

Hurr hurr!

Hurr hurr!

Hurr hurr!

Hurr hurr!

♪ I heard you like my lifestyle ♪

♪ And heard I like to party ♪

♪ So, baby, if you feelin' me ♪

♪ Let's get a little naughty ♪

♪ I heard you fuck with hustlers ♪

♪ And don't really fuck with busters ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm about my d-o-e ♪

♪ So don't make me try to love ya ♪

♪ 'Cause, bitch, I'mma skate, skate ♪

♪ Skate, skate, skate, skate, skate ♪

♪ Ooh, bitch, I'mma skate, skate, skate, skate ♪

♪ Excuse me while she bounce the cake ♪

Man, that night,

me and Rich damn near made a whole album.

We did it for the gangsters, players.

We even made something for the ladies.

♪ OG gangsta ♪

♪ Still strong, strong ♪

♪ Hey, love, hey, love, hey, love, hey, love ♪

♪ What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up ♪

♪ Hey, love, hey, love, hey, love, hey, love ♪

♪ Hey, love, hey, love, hey, love, hey, love ♪

♪ What's up, what's up ♪

Haven't seen my wife in 20 years.

♪ Hey, love, hey, love, hey, love ♪

Officer Jackson act like she had a check the other day.

She grabbed my whole dick.

New fish.

You ain't getting it, bro.

You ain't getting it, man. You gonna be in here.

♪ Hey, love, hey, love, hey, love, hey, love ♪

Officer.

Officer, why you got to be so hostile, girl.

I mean...

Kiss it, bro.

Good morning, everyone!

Going in my motherfucking commissary bag.

Well, your mother's a...

Shut the fuck up! Ain't nothing good in here.

What the fuck you all loud for?

We don't want to hear your dreams.

We don't want to hear your nightmares.

- Yeah. - We don't give a fuck.

Stab that nigga.

About to poke a hole in the fucking top of your head

like a dog.

You dig me?

Guards are gonna come through here in 30 minutes.

You high?

Take your bitch ass back to sleep.

Boone, get up.

The Imam wants you.

Been hearing things.

You and your man going home soon.

Yeah, where you hear that at?

He got a letter from the lawyer today.

He didn't get a chance to tell you, but forget all that.

I heard you had some B-ball skills back in your day.

I can't forget about, like...

How did you hear he had a letter and didn't tell me?

- Like, what... Like... - This is my prison.

Nothing go down without my say-so.

I did have a little B-ball game, though.

Yeah, man, I used to play for the Tech Dogs, baby.

Yo, yell in my face one more time,

I'm gonna have Mustafah knock you clean off that chair.

You understand what I'm saying?

Now sit down, act like you got some sense.

Look, every year, we play the guards in a basketball game.

If we win, we get a conjugal visit with our wives

and we get a barbecue.

Haven't seen my wife in 20 years since I've been in.

How long you been in?

20 years.

20 years!

You've been here for 20 hours.

So you gonna play in that game

and you gonna win that conjugal visit with my wife for me.

- You understand what I am saying? - Mm-hmm.

'Cause if you don't, you ain't never leaving here.

You gonna be here with me forever.

We understand each other?

Yeah, I want to cry right now, but I can't.

I understand.

You need anything to make this happen?

Yeah, I-I do need Rich to be the coach.

What does Rich know about basketball?

He know... He know a little...

All you need to do is tell the people to give me the ball.

I don't know these guys on the team.

I just need for me to get the ball to win.

You're the man, right?

I'm gonna give you what you want.

But you just brought him in the mix.

So if you lose, he lose, too.

And both of you ain't going home.

Alright, man.

So let's see what your game about.

That's checkmate.

Take him back to his cell.

Inmates!

Inmates! I need you all to gather around.

Gather around.

Officer Gibbs bringing his son in here

through the Scared Straight program.

We are only here to give him a reality check.

With that being said, there is to be no disrespectful remarks

and no physical contact.

We have that understood?

Understood.

Yeah, bring them in here.

Fresh fish, y'all.

Mm. Oh, you a tough guy. I got somebody for you.

Hey, what's happening?

What the hell you doing shaking his hand?

Dad, you don't remember him from the block?

Oh, yeah, I remember you. You're the reason I moved.

Let's get the hell up out of here.

That's enough!

You don't belong on this side.

You don't even look that tough anyway.

- Man, what are you talking... - Nigga, you better not.

You don't let anybody talk to me like that.

Oh, what the hell?!

Guards, y'all ready? Convicts, y'all ready?

Let's have a good game, fellas. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

We don't got a lot of time. Got to get this shit right, man.

You got to start throwing them bounce passes

a little harder, man.

You got to start swinging around that wing.

And, Boone, you got to start going a little more aggressive.

They're not passing the ball to me, man.

I need the ball every time.

Let's go, man. Let's bring it in, man.

"Convicts" on three, man. Let's bring it in, man.

One... two... three!

Convicts!

You're going to the hole! You're going to the hole!

Yo, man.

Yo, bro, you good?

I knew it.

I knew. I knew it.

Going through what, bro?

They didn't have to do Mowmow like that, Boone.

When the funeral, bro?

They don't have funerals for cats like little Mowmow.

No, no, no, that's wrong, Ju. That's wrong.

Everybody deserves a proper burial, man.

They sent me his fucking head in a box.

Huh?

Oh, here I come. Heard somebody calling me.

Ain't nobody fucking call you, Boone.

But if you want to go, fucking go.

Yo, bro, calm the fuck down, bro.

Just chill, man.

You don't understand.

See, Mowmow used to come over to my house

and catch little mices in the kitchen for me.

She would... She would give us little rewards

and treats and stuff.

A cat?

You talking about a cat?

Mowmow.

You know what, Ju?

I ain't gonna fuckin' hold you, man.

I'm not comfortable right now, man.

It's just, man, y-y-y-you up here

crying over a fucking cat, man.

Like, this is crazy. Like, for real, man.

Just smoke this out with me, please.

Please just smoke one with me.

You got weed?

Yes, I got to get it out my ass, but...

Come on, Ju, man.

You want to get it out your ass, man.

Come on, now.

Anyway, we got hard-ass tissue in here and hard-ass soap, man.

Nobody smoking that shit.

You can't even wipe your ass properly, man.

- Boone. - Nah, man.

Come on, Boone.

Yo, that was a good-ass game, Boone.

Inmate brothers still celebrating, though, cuz.

Know what I'm saying?

What's up with bul?

One of his cats just died, man.

- Mowmow. - Yeah, I feel you, man.

I remember when my homey died in this joint.

No, a cat cat, man.

Talking about a cat.

Yeah, and he wants... he wants to smoke weed.

He got weed.

He got it... He gonna get it out his ass, man.

Oh, that's cool, bro.

That's how it is in jail. That's how it is.

But you... you can't smoke, though.

You remember what happened last time.

Shit, I can smoke if I want to.

What you talking about, what happened last time?

I think you should have it first, bro.

Rich, Boone. Warden want to see y'all.

Mowmow!

There's a new fish in here.

Alright, everybody get pumped up.

So I'm just letting you know.

I heard that on the street. You know what I'm saying.

So gonna have me in here for a minute, alright.

So that's... that's not a confession.

Gentlemen, have a seat.

What's up?

First, I want to congratulate you

for the game that you just had.

I was impressed.

Second, I want to apologize for you two even being here.

Thirdly, I want to commend you two

for being the best two inmates that came in my prison.

It wasn't all that great.

We did have some rocky times.

But we made it through.

And you two brought some positive energy

inside this prison.

Are y'all high?

What's wrong with him?

No, no, no, we good. We just...

We... We good, man. Come on.

No, something's wrong.

- Are you high? - Come on.

What's going on?

- Come on. - Rich, Rich, my leg's asleep.

- I'm gonna fall if I get up. - No, let's go.

- Get up. - Just slap my leg.

Come on, man, let's go.

You know, that... that happens to me sometimes.

But not quite like that.

♪ Don't stop, we gonna make a baby ♪

♪ Now I'm gonna tell my baby... ♪

Anybody tell you your head's like a tin can?

Excuse me?

What'd you say, boy?

♪ You better lay low, that bitch crazy ♪

♪ Uh-huh, she crazy ♪

Don't come back... fellas.

♪ ...before you choke to death ♪

♪ Shout-out to the ladies ♪

♪ 'Cause you know they roll the best ♪

♪ The Godfather OG ♪

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

I know what you're about to do with that.

But that's not gonna happen.

He fucked my wife and my daughter, man.

Look, I gave this man my word.

And in here, we both know that means something.

So he get a pass like that?

I'm afraid so.

While he here, he under my protection.

Look at him making faces like this is a game.

Look, Mike, what you want to do, man?

You right.

- Thanks, man. - Thank you, man.

Gave me one night with my wife. I appreciate that, man.

You got up all up in that. Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Yo, yo, yo, yo. That's my wife. Have some respect, man.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Play too much, man. Come on, let's go.

Y'all good?

Somebody stole all my shit.

Look how I'm coming out of there, man.

- This is crazy, man. - Man, we good, man.

We about to go get cleaned up. We going to dinner, man.

I'm just saying, you gonna turn up.

Man, we about to go get dressed, man.

You bringing your wife? We're going to dinner, bro.

Come on, man, you know... That's fucked up, man.

Hi. This is Diana Washington with the update

with our local rappers Philly Filthy Rich and Boone.

Both rappers were released from prison,

and the charges were dropped.

The arresting officer has been detained

and is awaiting a $10,000 bond.

We are also receiving reports that there was a female

incarcerated along with the two gentlemen.

We'll keep you updated as the story develops.

Back to you.

Yeah, it's your girl DJ Diamond Kuts.

Shout-outs to everybody rocking with me right now.

But before I go any further,

I got to give a big shout-out to Boone and Filthy Rich.

Welcome home, y'all.

This next song is dedicated to you guys.

I can truly say justice has been served.

Welcome home, y'all. Let's get it.

♪ Get paid, then ♪

♪ Ain't nothing else to do but get paid ♪

Yo, they done freed Rich and Boone!

They done freed Rich and Boone!

They done let Mase and Diddy the motherfuckin' bank!

Okay, enjoy.

Alright.

So what really happened in there?

What, you really want to know?

Yeah, I really want to know.

You act like you been in there forever.

Oh, man, you got time? You got time for this?

- Yeah, come on, let's have it. - No, we're good.

This is good.

Malachi, put the phone down. Your dad's a hero.

So, yo, we in there, right?

All these tough guys just walking around.

I'm phone checking motherfuckers like...

People was, like... They on the phone with they mothers.

Daddy, I'm hungry.

You're hungry? Hold up, motherfucker.

So look, yo, these motherfuckers,

they have a phone.

Brothers is down.

I hung up on his ass. Phone check, nigga, boom.

Was like, "Yo, my brother just died."

I hit this nigga, bang. Knocked him the fuck out.

You knocked some... He knocked...

No.

Man.

Come on, man.

Alright, go ahead, go ahead. I ain't gonna say nothing.

Ain't nobody say nothing when you was telling your shit.

Alright, yeah, you right. Go ahead.

Yeah, what's up with the Imam?

Tell her.

He knocked your boy the fuck out.

And I helped him.

- He got... You helped him? - Yep.

There was about eight of them. There was about eight of them.

Okay, but didn't he save your ass a couple times?

Just me.

- You told her that, bitch? - Yes.

She know. She know everything.

That's my lady.

So she know I'm a fucking nut?

Yeah.

You're not supposed to do that to your boy, bro.

Hold on, hold on, hold on. It's that cop.

- The cop? - What's up man?

Well, well, well, motherfucker.

You thought this shit was just gonna be over?

You get me fired from the force?

You kill my motherfucking dog?

- We didn't kill him. - Motherfuckers killed Cupcake.

Ain't going the fuck out like that.

I ain't gonna rest till both of you motherfuckers go down.

We gonna see.

It's cool. You real tough.

That's why I'm gonna get your ass first.

Save the best for that funny motherfucker last.

Man, you ain't gonna do shit, man.

Fuck your dog. Fuck you.

- Hey, Rich. - Yeah?

Okay, we gonna see.

I know where you niggas is right now.

I know where you niggas was yesterday

and the day before that.

I'll get your ass, motherfucker.

What? What you mean?

What the fuck is wrong with you, Rich?

How... How the hell you gonna curse at that man

after he say he gonna kill me?

Motherfucker keep calling my phone.

I'll be back. I'm going to the bathroom.

Think everything funny. You're just a gangster.

It is funny.

Come on. That was probably Rich.

What you mean, come on?

Come on!

- You think it was them? - Come on.

- Huh? - Boone, come on.

I got my son.

Boone, come the fuck on.

Come on, Malachi.

Rich, what the fuck? What happened?

That fucking cop, man.

He shot... He hit you in your hand?

Yeah, he shot me in my fucking hand.

I can't get this... I'm gonna go after that nigga.

- You take care of him. - No, no, no.

No, no, no. Take him to the hospital.

- Look. Erica. - No.

- Listen. - What? Boone!

That's just wrong. You're a black woman.

Take him to the hospital.

- I'm gonna go find this nigga. - You see him run out there?

I'm gonna catch him.

Stop it. Stop.

Everybody just stop and think.

Let me call the police.

- Take... Don't you... - Listen.

You better not fucking call no cops.

Take him to the hospital.

Listen, it's obvious this man's not playing.

- Boone, shut up. - I have my son with me.

- Boone, shut up. - I'm telling. I'm telling.

- Take him to the hospital. - No, I'm telling.

Then just fucking tell.

Yo, he said you next.

You see what I'm saying?

It's a long-ass...

I know!

You see what I'm saying?

You see what you got me dealing with?

I got my fucking son,

and you got your motherfucking Wonder Woman

running around here and shit, man.

And you already got shot in the fucking hand.

Come on, man.

And he said I'm next?

Yeah.

Rich, you can't just...

You got to stop going places by yourself, man.

Shut up. Come on.

You got to stop going places by yourself.

Come on, I got to go to the hospital, man.

- Come on, man. - Listen.

See, that's why you never listen, man.

That's why I want... I want to see if it's clear.

'Cause I'm gonna let y'all two motherfuckers get shot.

I ain't gonna let us get shot, alright, Malachi?

- You alright? - Yeah.

- They ain't hit us. - Unh-unh.

Alright, let's go. We gonna wait for them motherfuckers.

Let's wait another five seconds.

Yeah, matter of fact, you go out there first.

You go out there first and see if somebody...

Ain't nobody out there, is there?

- No. - Alright.

Let 'em know.

♪ Never leave the crib without the chrome ♪

♪ Without the chrome ♪

♪ Trying to get the fuck back home ♪

♪ Back home ♪

- ♪ Hustling all day long ♪ - ♪ Day long ♪

♪ What you need, call my phone ♪

♪ My phone ♪

♪ I'm active ♪

♪ Up and down the road, up and down the road ♪

♪ I'm active ♪

♪ Up and down the road, up and down the road ♪

♪ So police just drove by lookin' ♪

♪ If they hop out, I'mma get this block cookin' ♪

♪ I got... ♪

Oh, man, y'all see these two clowns?

Shit always go down when these two come around.

They did a bid and became the bid at the same damn time.

Same charge, same jail, same damn crime.

You got Boone Fake Goon

and Rich who thinks he's a vet and the best that ever did it.

Not sure which one of them gets to be in the asshole credits.

No, wait, I take that back.

We gonna give Boone those merits.

So I'm glad y'all laughed, enjoyed, and we joked.

I'm glad y'all was able to get y'all funny bone stroke.

But right now I need to switch gears.

Too often in life, this shit is happening for real.

This shit is happening to us.

Look at the rate they booking us,

they cooking us, they roofing us.

We may not have all the smarts,

but let's not be completely oblivious.

This shit is serious and continuous.

They say all men are created equal.

When I look at the sentencing guidelines,

all I see is injustice when it comes to our people.

They want the law to be respected.

How likely is that when you have laws in place

based on misperception?

The system is unethical, skeptical.

They try to trick us by saying things like,

"I want what's best for you."

Shit is racially biased.

Sick of this racial imbalance.

How the hell'd a low-level crack dealer

get more time than a wholesale supplier?

Shout-out to Barack Obama for passing the Fair Sentencing Act

to even out the difference

between a big dealer selling powder

and a small dealer selling crack.

He eliminated the minimum 10-year sentence,

and not to mention they said crack was more addictive.

But we all know crack was for the hood

'cause it was cheap and coke was more expensive.

So damn right it was a difference,

but just not the way they made it appear to be.

If you pay close attention,

shit is just a different form of slavery.

By the way, this is the law

that got Richard Harris out of prison

after serving 11 1/2 of a 22-year sentence.

Said he was coming home to show up and show out.

And that's exactly what he did.

Then he linked up with Boone.

And they presented y'all with "The Bid."

God bless and good night.

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