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Oh, what's up, boy?

Oh, headshot. Nah.

- Right there, right there. - Priest. Mmm.

That's Priest, man.

What's up, Priest?

Interior and everything, see?

Yo, Litty.

Yo, Litty!

You hear that? That's my new shit.

Go ahead and soak it up.

- Do the thing. Yeah. - What's up, black?

Y'all good?

I need to get at you for a second, man.

Oh, you need to get at me?

That's cute. Yeah, that's what I said.

Well, anything you got to say to me,

you can say it in front of my folks.

You sure that's what you want?

Most definitely.

I want my money.

Well, you got a real funny way of asking.

Wasn't no question.

What's that mean to you, on your chest?

What's that mean to me?

That means God is great

'cause he continues to forgive me,

even though I'm the biggest sinner there is.

I don't believe that.

You still going to church every Sunday, ain't you?

You used to be over at New Birth,

but now you're at World Changers, huh?

And your Aunt Cici plays keys there.

Going on six years now, wow.

Hmm. I wonder what she'd think about you

having a four-five by your waist.

Mmm-mmm-mmm.

Also, word of advice. If you're wearing an ankle monitor,

you might not want to carry a gun

unless you want to do another 10 years.

That what you want?

Huh?

And I don't know what your fake-fur-coat-wearing ass

ain't doing at home.

Now, your girl's due any day now.

Side chick about to have a baby, too,

if I'm not mistaken.

Suggestion. Maybe when you're at the hospital,

you can put 'em both in the same room.

Spare you the back-and-fucking-forth.

Look at me when I'm talking to you, Litty.

God is great.

God is powerful, yeah.

But even more so, God is all-knowing.

And that is what makes him scary as shit.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

So I'mma ask you one more time.

Where's my motherfucking money, Litty?

I ain't playing with you. Where's my money?

Look, Priest, you know I got you.

You ain't got shit. Literally.

You're three months behind on your mortgage payments,

and I don't care how many gangsters from Joyland

you got with you. Ain't nobody more gangster than a bank.

Come on, Litty, you're going broke.

You and I both know that, right?

I mean, the diamonds around your neck,

- they're not even real. - Come on, don't do that.

Look, let me work it off.

Look, you give me some bricks, I can move 'em.

You're being serious?

You ain't sold shit since you was trappin' at that car wash

on G-Road.

And you weren't even good at that.

You are a rapper. Stay rapping.

Go back out on the road, get them commas up,

bring me back that check.

In the meantime, I'mma take them keys.

- My keys? - My keys.

Come on, now.

I'll send somebody by to pick it up.

Yo, Priest. Priest.

I been working these streets since I was 11.

I been hustlin' every day since.

I gave people jobs when there were no jobs.

And I moved my operation from my living room

to an old garage.

Now, I got operations all over the city.

Isn't that what the American dream is all about?

Welcome to Masq, the livest strip club in ATL.

Y'all want to see some ass?

Well, we want to see some motherfucking cash.

Now let's turn this shit all the way up.

Hey, yo. Yo, yo.

What the fuck is wrong? Give me the phone.

Hand that shit over. No fucking pictures.

- I'm sorry. - Give me the fucking phone!

- I'm not playing with you! - I didn't know.

- I'm sorry. - Give me the phone.

I don't give a fuck about none of that. Give me the phone.

Chill, chill, chill. You trippin', bruh.

Calm down.

This shit we doing belongs on camera, bruh.

You know what I'm saying? This TMZ shit.

It's Sno Patrol!

We run these motherfucking streets.

We run these motherfucking streets.

Sno Patrol!

Get out of here, man.

Mmm. Hola, mami, despacito, despacito.

What's happening?

Mmm. I don't speak none of that.

How about a dance?

Aw, baby, I'm not a dancer.

But you're so cute, I wish I was.

I have to get back to work.

Hey. You good?

I don't like you with those guys.

I don't need a babysitter, mi amore.

What you need is a bodyguard when those mother...

Or some tequila.

What up, baby?

Hey, baby, I didn't know you were coming.

I told him to come. Hi, honey.

- She said it was poppin'. - Oh, it is.

- Yeah? - I need a re-up.

Ooh. Cheers to that.

Hold on, y'all. I'll be right back.

She's always working, huh?

Listen, she shouldn't have to do this anymore.

Too much shit goes on around here that I need to be up on.

She knows how to pull that better than anybody.

And, besides, she can take care of herself.

- Hey. - I know she can.

I just don't like it.

I don't give a fuck

how many yards this dude ran for in his career.

He don't run shit here.

If there ain't a bottle in his hand

in the next five minutes,

you need to get your ass on out of here.

I got it.

How did it go with Litty? You get our money?

Even better. I took his pride.

How is that better?

If you can hang something over someone's head,

they will always go wherever you lead them.

Litty'll do whatever the fuck I want him to do,

which is better than money.

Yo, what it do?

All drinks on Sno Patrol!

- I see winter's come tonight. - Yeah.

I swear, the more money this fucking Sno Patrol makes,

the sloppier they get.

It's a goddamn disgrace.

- Yo, Priest, what up? - What up?

Come fuck with me! Come have a shot!

I'll make sure I tell Q you said that.

Please do.

That boy Priest in the building, man.

Q, what's up, baby?

What up, fool? How you feeling?

- How you been? - I'm blessed, man. How you been?

You know y'all looking like a big bowl of rice up here now.

Yeah, but you getting your Sammy Davis Jr. on.

- Hide all the white girls! - Come on now,

you know you wish you had my hair.

You just can't grow it no more.

Hey, get my man a drink of something.

You know, speaking of the white girls, man,

y'all got the numbers in the streets fucked up, man.

Yes, sir.

Niggas can't eat, man. What's up with that?

You know, man, I'm just trying to keep my head above water,

stay out the wave.

Nah, you definitely doing that, no?

- Yes, sir. - Blessings to you, man.

- Cheers to that. - Cheers to that.

- I'll see you later on. - You be safe, fool.

I don't know why you let that nigga Priest still breathe.

What you mean, bro?

Man, listen, Priest ain't never done shit to us, bruh.

I'm saying there's enough money out here for everybody to eat.

Fuck that. I'm hungry. I'm gonna take his food.

Man, all these bitches in here,

all this money we get, and you talking about Priest.

We on top of the world. It's Sno Patrol, baby.

Mmm-hmm.

Fuck.

Hey, yo, Dee.

What's going on, boss?

Juju's been drinking a little too much tonight, man.

Need you to look over him.

- All right. - Let's get it.

Juju.

- What, you had one too many? - I'm straight.

All right, look, I'm in the cut if you need me, a'ight?

A'ight.

- You good? - Yeah.

Hi. Thank you.

- Mmm-mmm-mmm. - What?

They're cute.

You remember when we used to be just like that?

Acting a fool after the club.

Everybody had to pitch in to buy the same one bottle,

going through a whole bunch of club soda just to make it last.

And I always said I'd take care of you.

- Okay? - Okay.

Come on.

All right.

You and Cynthia better wait up for me now.

All right.

- I'll see you at the house. - Okay, baby.

Fuck out of here with your skinny-jean-wearing ass.

Yeah, walk, pussy.

I'm not walking away for my sake.

I'm walking away for yours.

What you say?

Think them two bitches, you got it going down?

Your hos ain't shit.

You ain't shit.

Fuck out of here, man.

Nigga, I said go.

Oh, my God, look! They're fighting, y'all.

Oh, my God!

What the fuck are you doing? Man, come on!

Keep it covered. Keep it covered. Look, listen to me.

You call an ambulance. You take her to Grady.

They're gonna try and take her to another hospital,

but you make sure she goes to Grady. Do you understand?

It's the best trauma center in Atlanta.

Okay, here.

Don't worry.

What? Come back.

All the power in the world never stopped a bullet.

And no car can outrun fate.

I worked so hard for what I got,

and it could all be taken away

for the stupidest shit you could think of.

And this ain't the first time I've been shot at, but...

It's got to be the last.

Mmm. Mmm-hmm.

What up, boy?

- Yo, what up, man? - Hey, Priest.

How you doing, Monique? You all right?

Yeah. Get up, baby.

You know I've been calling y'all.

Yeah, no cell phones, man. Sorry about that shit.

Hey, now that you're here, let me get at you about something.

- Okay. Later. - A'ight.

Yo, Priest.

You got my word, Freddie.

- A'ight? - A'ight.

- Where's Eddie? - He's over there.

Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em.

Come on, I'm telling you, it's gonna keep happening.

Come on, come on, come on.

Put your money down, baby. Put your money down.

Hold it, hold it.

Bet, bet. Put your money down, baby. Come on.

Let's play for some real money, baby.

What's wrong? You ain't got your weight up?

Nigga, my money longer than Peachtree, you dig? Mmm-hmm.

Well, ain't no reason for you to wait on the weight.

That's a swift eight ounces of coke right there, baby.

Let's do it. Let's do it!

Put your money up. This ain't just luck, brother.

I'm telling you. This must be from God, baby.

Don't mind if I do. For good luck.

Motherfucker!

- God damn, man! - Lucky leprechaun motherfucker.

Beautiful. I appreciate you.

What y'all waiting on? Throw it in the pot like gumbo.

Pay the man.

- Eddie. - Yup.

We need to talk.

- Right now? - Yeah, now would be nice.

Like, I'm winning this shit while these...

All right.

A'ight, y'all, look.

All right, y'all will get y'all shot at the king next week.

But until then, if you would, cash my chips out, thank you.

Hold up, hold up, hold up.

Where the hell your pretty ass think you taking him?

It ain't none of your damn business where I'm taking him.

The hell it ain't my business, bruh.

You ain't gonna just walk your man out of here like that

and not give me a chance to win back my money, nigga.

Perm-fade-wearing motherfucker!

Watch your motherfucking mouth, nigga.

- Oh, hell no! - Take it easy, take it easy.

Just keep it cool.

The game ain't the only thing that got to end tonight.

- You see what I'm saying? - Be cool.

- You got it, kinfolk. - Yeah, I know I got it.

Let's go.

Hey, cash my chips out, too.

I don't know how many times

I got to tell you this, man. Fuck the Sno Patrol!

Seriously, man. A bunch of grown-ass men

who dressing like they deserve to all be shot.

I'm not going to war with Sno Patrol.

But Juju don't get a fucking pass.

- So how you wanna do it? - We're not doing anything.

It doesn't matter how smart you are

in a world of stupid motherfuckers

that'll shoot at you over some petty shit.

What are you talking about?

Listen to what I'm saying.

We have been operating without the police knowing about us,

feds knowing about us, under the radar.

All of that shit's about to change.

A fucking girl was shot last night, Eddie.

It's a miracle she survived.

The city's gonna be all over it.

Sno Patrol's about to clap back at us.