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Think about it, now.

Everybody who's been at the top of the game been got.

Right? They end up dead or in jail almost always

because of their ego, wanting more than they should want.

Everybody wants to be great, nigga.

Everybody wants to be superfly. They want to be us.

But it's fucking time, nigga.

You dance with the devil long enough...

He's bound to step on your feet.

You sound like that fucking bullet hit you

in your fucking head.

All right, look, all our years,

we never had to body anyone, Eddie. Why is that?

Because when they think you gonna do it,

you don't have to. It's leverage.

No, it's 'cause bodies leave a stink on you.

Not talking about a stink that bring no police.

I'm talking about a stink that you can never shake.

A stink that will bring you down.

I get it, Priest. You don't have

to fucking preach to me, okay? It's not Sunday.

If you get it, then you hear what I'm saying.

I want out the cocaine business.

You just emotional.

I get it. You almost got got.

But the game has been good to us.

- Man, we ain't leaving nothing. - Not yet.

A'ight.

One last deal.

One last score so big that we will never have

to look over our shoulder again. Not for no cop,

not for no crook, not for nobody.

Man, how long you been thinking about this shit?

'Cause you don't just think about ideas.

Look, I've always had an exit plan, Eddie. Always.

We have got to do this shit

before I fucking kill somebody, Eddie,

or a motherfucker kills me.

I'mma talk to Scatter.

I'mma have him turn the faucet on blast.

And I'll ask him to up our supply.

What?

You know, that sound like a fucking joke.

We got a better chance robbing a fucking bank.

He will do it for me. We got real history.

So, are you in?

Priest, you're my fucking brother.

Tell me that you're in.

I got you.

Weight on the shoulder, hips down.

A'ight. That's it for today, class.

Scatter, school's getting bigger.

Lot of students.

It's a real legitimate business, wow.

It's not just a front anymore.

Just like that art gallery you bought your girl.

Not even a year later,

and you rubbing elbows with Atlanta's upper echelon,

hanging out with the penthouse crew.

That's a smart move for you.

Smart move for both of us. Come on, now.

It's not easy being a dope dealer

without looking like one.

Glove up.

Nah, I'm not trying to do all that. I came down here...

When do you come to my gym and not glove up?

I know you miss your favorite student. Just say it.

Yeah, I miss kicking your ass.

Now you about to get it.

- You sure? - Oh, yeah.

I want to talk to you about something.

So talk.

I want to up our supply.

- For what? - There's more to be had.

We good with what we got. So why?

I understand the way we've been doing things.

All right, I do, but we're missing

a lot of opportunity on the street.

You know what I'm saying?

We're just leaving money on the table.

What color belt am I in jiu-jitsu?

- Black. - That's right.

You ain't never see me wear no belt, do you?

And if it is, it's brown. You want to know why?

'Cause people respect me, but they leave me be.

They see black,

and motherfuckers start asking questions.

They might even be fool enough to test me.

We leave money on the table so we don't get caught.

But if you see an opportunity, you got to take it.

Sometimes the opportunity ain't what it looks like.

You ever hear that saying,

"If it's too good to be true, it probably is"?

Maybe we're just that good.

You ain't that good.

And the answer's no.

I'm not upping your supply.

I don't get it, Q.

You owe me $50,000.

I had to pay that girl you shot,

her and her friends, to keep they mouth shut.

You know if I would've knew that shit,

I would've paid them hos a visit.

A visit?

- Nah, the cash work every time. - Let me guess.

You want to pay this nigga Priest in gold, right?

Priest? You still on that shit?

- I told you to drop that. - What the fuck would you do

- if a nigga put his hands on you, Q? - The fuck you mean?

I would've whacked that bitch! But that's me, not you!

You need to let that shit go. You fucking up my money.

Damn!

Fuck y'all talking about, man?

Man, Dee talking about how he could whup Mike Tyson.

Man, give the man the whole story.

I ain't talking about Iron Mike.

I'm talking about right now, Old-and-Fat Mike.

Bro, you could probably whup his ass, too. Why you playing?

Not even with a baseball bat.

Nah, my nigga. Nah, nah.

I don't know about that, bro. Mike's still Mike.

He put them hands on you, it's over with.

Bro, have you seen me in a gym lately?

Yeah, nigga, that's the problem.

Let me show you this combo I've been working on.

It's for you, too. Bro, you know what I'm saying?

I don't do all that kung fu shit.

I'm a real man, you feel me? I...

Oh, shit!

- Get these motherfuckers, man! - Get them bitches!

Whoo!

Let's go. Let's get the fuck out of here.

He'd been driving 10 hours straight.

Who the fuck does that? Is this nigga ever gonna stop?

Don't get too close, now. Stay, like, a few cars back.

Why are we doing this?

How do you even know Scatter's going to meet his supplier?

I just know shit.

How 'bout that?

I would never go around you, Priest.

You think Scatter's gonna be okay with you

going around him to get to his connect?

He's never gonna know.

Man, I need to sleep.

I need to sleep, but you keep yelling.

Could you just shut up, please, and keep driving?

- Is that Scatter's plug? - Yep.

Now, you see that guy there in the hat?

- That's the head of the cartel. - How you know?

- The song. - What are you talking about?

It's a narcocorrido.

Ballads that tell stories of real-life drug kingpins,

and this one in particular was about the Gonzalez brothers.

And that's Adalberto. He's one of 'em.

You would know some shit like that.

You say brothers. I see one,

but where's the other one?

What do you think they talking about?

Drugs, nigga.

You up now?

Negative.

Oh, hell no.

See, going around Scatter is already enough,

but I'm not going into Mexico.

Texas is where I draw the line. I am a domestic nigga.

- I need to stay on this side. - But we gotta go to the source.

All right? This is our chance.

No, that's Juarez on the other side.

I don't want to go nowhere where the J's is silent.

I need to be able to hear the J's. I like J's.

If you don't want to go, you can walk back.

Come on, now, we gotta do what we gotta do.

They're gonna see us,

and then they're gonna bury us in the fucking desert.

No, they won't.

Did the song tell you that, too?

No, the song didn't tell me. I just know shit.

How 'bout that?

At least tell me that we have a plan.

We have a plan.

Sort of.

Mexico.

He's turning. Turn. Turn to the right.

I got it, I got it.

Yo, keep the engine running.

Come on.

Senor Gonzalez.

I know who you are, Priest.

I know everyone who sells my product.

There are layers

between people like you and people like me.

Scatter is like a brother to me.

Your boss.

What the fuck is up with that?

If you know who I am, then you know,

in all my years, I've never once been arrested, not once.

The only record I have is a juvenile one, and it's sealed.

Now, I've made this risk

'cause although I'm careful, I'm very ambitious.

Scatter's trying to put a ceiling over my head,

but I can go much higher than that.

- And why do I care? - You care because your mother.

I meant no disrespect.

No, please elaborate.

They're playing well this year. Guanajuato.

So far. Are you a fan?

More like a student of the game.

Really?

And what a season El Blanco is having! Wow.

Yeah, he's the best.

The best scorer probably in the league,

but not the best player on the team.

No, that would be Rafa.

See, Rafa's the defender,

the backbone of the team,

but never scores any goals, so nobody ever talks about him.

Nobody appreciates him.

El Blanco may get all the glory,

but he's nothing without Rafa.

Your mother, queen of the Gonzalez cartel,

she favors your brother over you, doesn't she?

What's his name? Augustin?

Oh...

What the fuck do you know about my family?

So you read Mexican tabloids, like a housewife?

Where did you get this one from?

Metro? La Prensa?

Leavenworth Times!

- What? - That's where I got it from.

I got people in prison, too.

I'm not your average dope boy, Mr. Gonzalez.

Don't let the pretty hair fool you.

I got eyes everywhere.

And?

Information is power.

And power is priceless. You know that.

What else do you know?

I know that your mother

sees the volume Augustin's bringing in,

and she thinks it's 'cause he's bold.

I think it's 'cause he's sloppy.

That's why he's in Leavenworth right now.

'Cause unlike you, he's messy. He talks too much.

How else you think I know all your family business?

So you're suggesting

that you can distribute a much higher volume for me

and maintain my relatively limited exposure?

I wouldn't gamble my life for no suggestion, now.

Mr. Gonzalez, allow me to be

your glory.

Thank you.

I'm gonna give you triple the supply

I was providing Scatter, to start with.

Sounds good.

But I'm not gonna front it to you. You'll pay me.

Not a problem.

What the fuck did they do to your hair?

Oh, boy, I thought I wasn't gonna see you.

We got motherfucking work to do now.

You're driving.

Where the hell you been?

Out with friends.

What friends?

Friends like Scatter?

What did I tell you about him, boy?

You stay around him, and you'll wind up

in county or in a coffin.

It's because of Scatter that we pay our bills.

It's because of him that we can keep this house.

If keeping this house means

you working for that man, I don't need this damn place!

Get your things and get out!

Mama, will you just listen, please?

You told me you'd stop working for Scatter.

- You lied to me! - I'm doing all of this for you!

Why don't you get that?

Don't give me that. You're doing it for yourself.

Mama, please, stop!

Hey. Thanks for finally selling.

It was time for a change.

No shit.

- What is it? - Sno Patrol got hit.

- I need a all-white casket. - Of course.

Whatever the family...

Whatever you want.

I want gold handles, real gold.

Anything different,

your ass gonna be in one of these caskets.

Of course.

We always do right by our people, man.

Got to.

We might as well pick out one for Priest while we here.

- Priest? - Yeah, Priest.

I'mma handle that nigga. Don't even worry about it.

What make you so sure Priest did this?

You ain't seen shit.

We ain't got no word from the streets yet...

Q, fuck the word on the street.

Me and him tussle. Now this shit? Who else you think did this shit?

That ain't Priest's style.

I don't give a fuck about his style, Q.

- He did it! I'm trying to tell you! - Hold on, man.

Take some of that motherfucking bass out your voice!

Fuck wrong with you?

Take care of Miss Mary! That's all you need to be worried about!

You hear me?

Get, nigga!

A'ight, Q.

Damn, boy! You know they killed Bin Laden

with one of these motherfuckers?

Must've been all that was left of his ass.

Hold on.

Let's hang up another victim.

I swear I'mma start naming these motherfuckers.

I need to ask you something, Eddie.