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(soft rhythmic music)

- [Woman] He's a genius.

♪ I've seen so many people die ♪

♪ I watch so many mothers cry ♪

♪ Can't somebody please explain what's goin' on ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't wanna have to bury my son ♪

♪ Over a motherfucker wavin' his gun ♪

♪ 'Cause the world don't love my baby boy ♪

♪ But I do ♪

(rain pattering)

(birds chirping)

- What's up?

- Just tryin' to get a whole lotta money out here.

- You already know I always been about my paper.

- Question.

- Baby, lemme get a Lucy?

I'll give you the total later.

See ya.

(men chattering)

I'll see y'all later.

- About to call you.

(birds chirping) (sirens wailing)

- (yelps) What the fuck?

Yo! - If you flinch,

I'll break your goddamn arm.

- (grunts) You're hurting my fucking arm!

- Did I tell you to fuckin' speak?

- (grunts) My arm!

- Fuck up.

You see this, bitch?

This is what you call a motherfuckin' badge.

- Fuck you.

- Motherfuckers are scared of you

like you the queen of Harlem.

You ain't nothin' but a two-bit hustler

destroying your own fuckin' community.

I should fuckin' save this city time and money.

and lay yo ass down right here.

Matter of fact, that's exactly what I'ma fuckin' do.

Huh?

You ain't talkin' shit now, huh?

Where's all that attitude at, mamacita?

- Fuck you.

- (chuckles) You just took your last breath, bitch.

- Yo that shit is crazy.

- Yeah, man.

- That shit is turnin' they asses into zombies.

That's Mr. Brinks.

(soft synth music)

He don't even look how he used to look.

He lost his job at the post office, sold his car.

That shit has become his whole life.

- I know.

But I'm not talkin' about the crackheads.

I'm talkin' about the money.

These niggas is makin' more money in one day

than most folks make in a year.

- Woo-wee, must be nice.

That kinda money, I'd move to Hollywood

and dress like one of them fashion models.

- Hell yeah.

I'd probably get me a little crib downtown.

Oh, and get me a red Porsche too.

- Nah, I'd get me a Jag.

Have to get mine.

Hollywood or Miami would be where I lay my head.

- No. - They'll never...

No, what are you talkin' about?

- Yo, you'd really leave New York.

- Hell yeah.

- We could do that.

- Do what, sell dope?

- Hell yeah!

- You're trippin'.

- Girl, that shit is easy.

How hard is it standin' on a block

and lettin' things come to you?

- That shit is easy for the guys; we're girls.

- What d'you mean by that?

- What I mean is we're supposed to be the girlfriends

of the drug dealers, not the drug dealers.

- Says who?

- That's just the way it is.

- Well that's not the way it has to be.

We could do the same thing a man can do.

Why we can't make some of this money?

- We don't know how to sell drugs.

- I'm pretty sure these guys

didn't know how to sell it either.

Somebody has to teach them.

And why you lookin' at me like that?

- You serious, aren't you?

- Hell yeah.

- You're crazy.

- Maybe, but we can do it.

I know we can.

Trouble, it's about time you stop thinkin' small.

- Small?

- Yes, small. - D'you know how much time

they givin' these dudes out here for that?

I hear the stories all around the neighborhood.

- Of course, but you and I aren't guys.

We're females.

The cops will never see it comin'.

They never expect it.

- Well who do we get the work from?

- Listen, I know where to get the work from

and findin' a block won't be a problem.

- [Trouble] All right.

- I just need you in this with me.

T,

I need you.

- Man, I don't know.

I gotta think about it.

My mom's gonna freak the fuck out

if she knew what the hell I was thinkin' about.

- Yo, imagine the life we could have.

Imagine the life you could give your mother.

Yo, I can't do this without you.

- (sighs) All right man, let's do it.

- That's my fuckin' girl.

Yo, it's fuckin' on, yo.

Watch life change for us.

Yo, just watch. (shrieks)

- All right.

- Yo, it ain't worth it, man.

- You're right.

Fuck it.

You're under arrest, bitch.

Got the right to remain silent.

(radio chattering) (soft foreboding music)

- [Officer] 103-34 be advised.

There is (speaks faintly) subject on the victim.

(officer drowned out by music)

- Got another one, partner. - What?

- Man, fuck off me, bro. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Tell it to the judge, man.

- [Man] Man, eat a dick.

Fuck court.

- Tell it to the judge.

- Fuck you lookin' at, yo?

- You don't want it with me, girl.

Trust me.

Don't let this Gucci fool you.

- Bitch, if we wasn't in this van,

I'd buck 50 yo ass and take all your shit.

I can't stand bitches like you.

You ain't better than me.

Better watch yourself.

- I'ma let that little slick mouth of yours slide

'cause it's obvious you don't know

who the fuck you talkin' to.

- Whatever, yo.

Yo, when we gon' get to the precinct, man?

Yo, y'all motherfuckers hear me?

When we gon' get to the fuckin' precinct, man?

I ain't feelin' good.

Ey, motherfuckers.

- Damn, girl.

Chill out with all that screamin'.

- Fuck you, yo.

Oh I gotta get outta here, man.

I don't feel good.

(girl hurling)

- Stupid bitch!

- Yo, I told you I wasn't feelin' good.

When we get to where we goin',

if I catch you anywhere outta sight of them COs,

I'm makin' you my bitch.

Believe that shit.

- T, I pray you got my bail money

before I murder somebody.

(men chattering)

- Hey yo, Jaz got arrested.

- What d'you mean?

- Yo, the boys hit the block and snatched her up.

They had a gun at her head and all that.

I thought they was gon' kill her.

- Well what did they get her for?

- Got who?

- I don't know.

- All right, well how long ago did this happen?

- 'Bout 20 minutes ago.

- Who the fuck is that?

- Fuck, man.

T, why you not?

- Hey your girl ain't got a loose tongue, does she?

- You want your fuckin' throat cut, dummy?

- She know everything we doin' out here.

But if the police get a case on her,

she ain't gon' turn on us, is she?

- Who's she gon' turn on, herself?

- Yo T, I'm just sayin'.

You never know.

- All right, well my bitch ain't no snitch.

Hold it down.

(soft hip-hop music)

- [Moore] I'll take it from here, Grace.

- Let me introduce you to Captain Moore.

We know a lot about you, Miss Aviles.

- You don't know shit.

- I know a lot about you, a lot more.

Matter of fact, do you want me to be specific?

I know about the drug deals, all of 'em.

And Miss Aviles, you're a part of 'em.

A big part of them.

- Fuck you. - We have enough evidence

against you that puts you right in the middle

of the drug ring.

- That's bullshit.

I don't know what the fuck that is,

but all I know is none of that shit

has anything to do with me.

- Maybe you do, maybe you don't.

But I can guarantee one thing:

We're gonna get to the bottom of this.

- (chuckles) Fuck outta here.

I don't even know what the fuck you're talkin' about.

- Oh, you don't know what she's talkin' about?

Lemme tell you what she's talkin' about.

She's talkin' violation of the RICO statute.

- Fuck you.

None of that shit is gonna fucking stick.

- Miss Aviles, we've been doing this for a very long time.

Trust me, we can make anything stick.

I am so personally tight with the DA,

I can guarantee you're gonna get so much time.

- Well?

- I'm Puerto Rican, but I ain't speakin' Spanish

and I said fuck you.

(chair grinding)

♪ Nigga, we watchin' ♪

♪ Nigga, we watchin' ♪

♪ Boss similar to codeine ♪

♪ Now we makin' that broccoli ♪

♪ Makin' that broccoli ♪

♪ On top of this whole thing ♪

♪ We ain't takin' no losses ♪

♪ Takin' no losses ♪

♪ Roundtable fulla the OGs ♪

♪ Now we movin' like bosses ♪

♪ Movin' like bosses ♪

♪ Payin' them costs ♪

♪ Nigga we watchin' ♪

♪ Nigga we watchin' ♪

♪ Boss similar to codeine ♪

♪ Now we makin' that broccoli ♪

♪ Makin' that broccoli ♪

- Hey J, (speaks faintly). ♪ On top of this whole thing ♪

♪ We ain't takin' no losses ♪

♪ Takin' no losses ♪

♪ Roundtable fulla OGs ♪

♪ Now we movin' like bosses ♪

♪ Movin' like bosses ♪

- Let's go.

♪ OG with that boss talk ♪

♪ Vicious bite, hardly no bark ♪

♪ Do real quick and let them hands spark ♪

♪ Even with me can't turn off ♪

♪ Skills never override heart ♪

♪ How you a boss and you gon' pay costs ♪

♪ Black handed sharp ♪

♪ Claim metaphors as the highest scars ♪

♪ P gang gon' hittin' sly with sly ♪

♪ Loose tongues, we got ties for that ♪

♪ Hell no niggas, no time for that ♪

♪ None ♪

♪ When the beat starts they got rhymes for that ♪

♪ Boss moves James St. Patrick ♪

♪ Drain the city ♪

♪ Rob Kilpatrick ♪

♪ Shame how bosses gon' turn into ash ♪

♪ Leave a like ♪

♪ These niggas the matches ♪

♪ Life's a bitch and she play hard ♪

♪ In the concrete jungle no day none ♪

♪ Local minds hear thoughts abroad ♪

♪ Only wish they leasin' cars ♪

♪ Line with this world then line with the stars ♪

♪ These niggas' hearts, I'm the spade card ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Nigga we watchin' ♪

♪ Movin' like bosses ♪

♪ Nigga we watchin ♪

♪ Nigga we watchin' ♪

♪ Boss similar to codeine ♪

♪ Now we makin' that broccoli ♪

♪ Makin' that broccoli ♪

♪ On top of this whole thing ♪

♪ We ain't takin' no losses ♪

♪ Takin' no losses ♪

♪ Roundtable fulla OGs ♪

♪ Now we movin' like bosses ♪

(men muttering)

(woman wincing)

- Who's the fucking bitch now, huh?

Huh?

What you gon' say now, huh bitch?

Get up, get up.

Huh, where you talkin' all that shit?

Who's the fucking bitch now, huh?

Huh?

Get up with your ass.

(woman wincing)

(chuckles) You think I didn't know?

You think I didn't fuckin' see?

You dope head.

You were fucking doped up in the fuckin' wagon.

(chuckles) You was callin' me a prissy bitch?

Who's the prissy bitch now?

Say somethin', say somethin'.

You see that fucking $500 pair of jeans?

Yeah, uh huh and don't step on their shoes.

Dope heads and crack heads,

you got my best fucking customers, man.

Who's the bitch now?

Don't fuckin' hear you.

(woman wincing)

Talk to me, you hear me?

Do you fuckin' see?

You fuckin' respect me from now on, you get that?

I'm talkin' to you, fuckin' dope fiend.

You hear me? (woman coughing)

Keep those fuckin' panties.

That's as close as you ever gonna get to my fuckin' pussy.

Bitch.

(woman wincing)

(soft rhythmic music)

(shower trickling)

(phone ringing)

What's up, girl?

Can you hear me?

- Yeah girl, stop yellin'.

- I can't help it.

Every damn thing around here is so fucking loud.

You gotta get me out of here.

- What's your bail?

- 250,000.

- 250,000, what the fuck?

What do they have on you?

- Bullshit, T.

They railroaded me.

The detectives are tryin' to say

I'm part of a drug ring.

He's talking about the RICO law,

distribution across state lines

and a whole bunch of other shit.

They're tryin' to set me up.

- All right, chill.

You know how these phones are.

250 is a lot.

How much you got saved?

- Nothing.

I never thought about saving.

- What do you mean nothing?

- I spend it as fast as I get it, man.

You know how I am.

- Damn.

Well I got 20,000 saved, but that's nowhere near 250 thou.

- I know.

That piece of shit public defender that they gave me

didn't even bat an eye when they gave me that bail.

The lawyer was tryin' to tell me

to take a 15 year plea bargain.

Is he on crack?

- Okay okay, Ja.

I'm gonna get you out.

- How?

- I don't know, but I'ma figure somethin' out.

You know that, right?

Have I ever let you down?

- T, you gotta get that money and get me out of here.

I can't live like this.

This place eats away at your soul.

- I got you, girl.

You're my sister.

Trust and believe on everything I love,

I'm gonna get you outta there.

- Okay, I'll call you again later.

- Pentagram! - Hey.

- [All] Ooh.

(men shouting)

- Hello.

(men chattering)

(car horn honking)

(kids chattering) (birds chirping)

- How've you been?

I got this.

What's up, got somethin'?

- What's up with you though?

- Back on this shit, man.

- Yo, hold on; I got you.

Just gimme a second.

- Yo, fuck it.

You ain't gonna jam up my brakes, man.

(car engine roaring)

♪ All my niggas gotta eat ♪

♪ They got your back ♪

♪ Yes, it's somethin' ♪

♪ It's worth 100 for the street ♪

♪ We goin' back ♪

♪ It's 100, I'm 100 in these streets ♪

♪ And that's a fact ♪

♪ Tipped in 100 ♪

♪ Oh my niggas got the heat ♪

- Fuck, man.

♪ We goin' back ♪

♪ It's exciting worth 100 in the streets ♪

♪ It's 100, I'm 100 in these streets ♪

♪ And that's a fact ♪

♪ Man the stack 'til three ♪

♪ Bustin' open those beats ♪

(lyrics drowned out by whirring)

- [Jaz] Meet Chyna.

She was a small-time hustler

with dreams of goin' to college.

After receivin' many rejection letters,

she had no choice but to stay in the game.

Everyone knew she wasn't the one to play with,

so I put her on the team.

(paper smashing)

- [Chyna] Fuck, man. (weeps)

(door banging)

- Yo, where's your mother?

I asked you a question.

Where's your mother?

- She went to go handle somethin'.

- Handle somethin'? - Yeah.

- Handle somethin' like what?

- I don't know, dad.

Unlike you, I treat mom like a grown woman.

- Yo, your smart mouth is pressin' my patience.

- Whatever.

- Hi, baby. - Hey, ma.

- How are you? - Good.

- [Mom] That's good.

- Yo, where the fuck you been?

- I went to the unemployment office.

They called me.

They found me a job. - So after a hard

fuckin' day at work,

I gotta come home to no milk, no food, no nothing.

- There was leftovers.

It's not like you couldn't put the food in the oven

to warm up for yourself.

- Leftovers?

That's not my fuckin' job to come home from work

and do leftovers.

(chuckles softly) Unemployment office, huh?

- Yes. - Unemployment?

- [Mom] Yes!

- Yo, who the fuck you was with?

- [Mom] No one.

- Why you lyin' to me?

- Lying? - Lyin'.

- [Mom] I'm not lying, babe.

- Get on the floor! - I didn't say anything!

What're you doin'?

- [Dad] See what the fuck you made me do?

- I'm not doin' anything.

- I ain't playin' with you. - I'm not doin' anything.

- I got to work, I pay the fuckin' bills.

It's my fuckin' house.

- You said you would never hit me again.

- No, get off.

Get off her.

- My fuckin' house..

Where the fuck she go?

- (shrieks) Get off of me!

Get off of me!

- Get the fuck off of her.

(both muttering)

- All right, all right.

- Chill, man.

It's not worth it.

Chill. - Chyna,

that's your father.

- He's not my fuckin' father.

He's an alcoholic. - Yeah, but baby.

Chyna. - You're my family.

- Yes, baby.

Yes. - He's not my fuckin' family.

He's nothin'. - Yes, I know.

I know, Chyna.

Yes, baby.

Please.

- What the fuck you gonna do, Chyna?

I brought you into this world.

That's how you're gonna treat me?

- I shoulda killed your ass the first time

with your hands on my mother.

- Get that knife off me, Chyna.

Get that fuckin' knife off me.

- That's what I should've done.

- Listen to your mother, Chyna.

- Chyna, please don't do this. - Listen to your mother.

- Please, Chyna.

(speech drowned out by mother weeping)

Don't do this.

- Chyna, this isn't the way, girl.

- Please Chyna, don't do this.

- Chyna. - I don't care.

- Listen to your mother.

Please, don't do this.

You're hurting me, Chyna.

- [Dad] Listen to your mother, Chyna.

- Fuck him. - Please Chyna, don't do this.

- Listen to your mother, Chyna.

- Mind your business, T.

Mind your business.

- See, I can't do that.

Can't let you go out like that.

- Chyna, please listen to her.

Please! - Listen to your mother.

- Listen to her. - Please.

- Listen. - Chyna, please.

- There's no comin' back, Chyna.

- Listen to your friend, Chyna.

- Please listen.

- I don't give a fuck.

I'm tired of his ass. - Please, let it go.

- Tired of him.

- Please, Chyna.

- If you ever come around here,

I'll fuckin' kill you. - Chyna, Chyna.

Listen to me. - You hear me?

- Chyna, let him go.

Baby, look at me.

Look at me.

I have a plan.

Please, let him go.

Look at your mother.

Let him go.

- Get the fuck outta here.

- Gimme the knife.

(soft hip-hop music)

(kids chattering)

- [Jaz] Meet Cookie,

one of the most family-oriented people I know.

She's had her fair share of struggles.

But Chyna has known her since the second grade,

so I knew she'd be loyal.

And plus she always rolled with another chick named Evelyn,

so we recruited her too.

- Hey Cookie, guess what?

- Not right now, Miguel.

- But.

- Later, okay?

(doorbell ringing)

- [Miguel] Who is it?

- Chyna.

Hey Miguel, where's Cookie?

- Hold on a second.

- All right.

- Cookie, are you okay?

- I told you later, Miguel.

- But Chyna is here.

- Just tell her I'm not here.

- You sure?

- Yeah, Miguel.

- I heard everything you said.

Are you okay?

- I told him to tell you I wasn't here.

- [Chyna] I know,

but you or Miguel can't lie with a straight face.

You give him a jelly bean and he's tellin' everything.

- Yeah, he's one of those good kids.

- Yup, are you okay?

- I'll never be okay again.

I killed a part of me.

I killed my baby.

- Cookie, why didn't you tell me you was goin' today?

I woulda went with you.

- I didn't want anyone with me.

I couldn't face anybody.

My grandmother didn't even know I was pregnant.

God, I'm a horrible person.

- [Chyna] No, you're not.

- Well my grandfather's hospital bills are bein' so high,

my grandmother bein' unable to work and my little brother,

I'm strugglin' to keep these bills afloat.

And this hustlin' I'm doin',

it still has us behind on bills.

Look at this shit.

- Damn.

- A fuckin' eviction notice, Chyna.

We're behind two months in rent.

And if that's not enough,

the hospital sent the letter two weeks ago.

If I don't give them $2,000 by the end of the month,

the caretaker's gonna stop her visits.

How I'm supposed to hustle and pay these bills?

I can't afford another mouth to feed.

But I can't help thinkin' that

there's somethin' that I coulda done.

There had to be.

I killed my baby.

- You did what was best for everyone involved.

You can't beat yourself up about it.

- My world is crashin' down.

God, I wish my parents were still here.

That car accident destroyed everything.

- You're gonna get through this.

- Yeah, well I wish I could believe that.

- Cookie, I can't bring your baby back

and I definitely can't say I know what you're going through.

But I can tell you I have a plan for us.

A plan that's gonna help you, your family,

your grandparents, everyone.

- Nothing can help my family right now

but a fuckin' miracle.

- Well I got a miracle for you.

- What you mean?

- [Jaz] This is Chase,

the one that was gonna secure our spot.

He knew the hood in and out.

He was ruthless.

And plus quite frankly, we needed a man behind us.

(soft hip-hop music)

- Yo!

- Oh, there he go.

There he go right there. - Yo, Chase!

(birds chirping)

- 'Sup?

- Whassup, T?

- I wanna talk to you about something.

- What kinda somethin'?

- Business, baby.

- What she said.

Fuck you lookin' at me like that for?

- The whole hood know Jaz got bad

and now you comin' over here wantin' to talk business.

You ain't been wantin' to talk business.

So you tell me why I shouldn't be

lookin' at you the way I am.

- So you sayin' I'm a cop?

(birds chirping) (dog barking)

- What kinda business?

- Money business.

- My favorite language, I'm listenin'.

- Yeah? - Talk.

- We ready.

- All right well listen, I wanna make some major moves

and I need your help.

- My help?

- Yeah, bro.

You a parakeet or somethin'?

You like money, right?

- Of course I love money.

What you know 'bout money?

Shit, no disrespect.

But you and Jaz just as smalltime as I am.

- Exactly my point, smalltime.

You tryin' to be bigger than that, right?

- What you think?

- Well I got a way to step this shit up.

I mean make some real money out here.

- Yes.

- All right.

- [Trouble] It ain't for the softhearted.

- At all.

- I ain't no softhearted nigga.

- So what you think about takin' over 110 and Lexington?

- What you mean takin' over?

- Exactly what I mean, takin' over.

- Takin' this motherfucker over.

- 110 and Lexington spoken for; you know that.

- So what?

- So what?

- Yo, y'all talkin' war.

- Yeah, let's go.

- You say you ain't softhearted, right?

- But I'm not stupid either.

- Those niggas on that block are just regular motherfuckers.

They ain't connected to no real major crews.

- Yo, we snuff 'em out.

No consequences and no war.

- Ain't no such thing as can't.

Me, you, her, we can do

whatever the fuck we wanna do out here.

As long as we got the work and the manpower,

ain't nothin' stoppin' us.

With your muscle and my brain,

we can do more than what you can ever imagine.

Look, obviously we can't make

a big move like that by ourselves.

- So we put together a crew.

- It's the crews that run the shit out here anyway,

so why we shouldn't have one?

I already got some motherfuckers

that's ready to move that work for us.

- You's gotta get the goons together.

- Who are these people that's gonna move the work?

- Don't worry 'bout all that.

- Don't worry 'bout it, my ass.

Not sayin' I'm gonna do it, but you're askin' me to kill.

If I'ma get blood on my hands, I gotta know who's involved.

Fuck surprises.

Well?

- I got Chyna and Cookie on it right now.

- Females?

You smokin' the shit you supposed to be sellin'?

- (scoffs) You know Chyna and Cookie got heart.

- Yeah, but they still females.

- You got somethin' against females, papa?

- Yeah, if they get in scary situations like this,

they like to tell. - No, no.

- My girls ain't no snitches.

- Yeah, that's what they all say.

- So you're willin' to turn down all this money

we 'bout to make on that block

over some me man, you woman shit?

Come on.

- Yo Chase, you know how much money

110th and Lexington pulls in?

We could get fuckin' rich out there, man.

You willin' to let that shit go?

- Not 110th though.

- Look, you'll be in charge of the muscle,

the enforcer and security.

- You'll run the goons

and I'll be in charge of the business.

I'll make sure we got the work.

But all that shit is useless

if we ain't got a spot to serve on.

- Yo, we gotta take over 110th and Lexington.

- 110th already has the clientele.

They got a steady flow of customers and fiends

comin' through all day.

- Instead of workin' our way up,

we could just bypass everything and take over that shit.

- And like I said before,

them motherfuckers ain't connected to no major crews.

- Shit, it's like takin' candy from a baby.

- Yo, this shit is not gonna be easy.

The dudes on 110th and Lex,

they're not just givin' up their spot.

- So what?

- Somebody gonna have to die.

- So?

I ain't never give a fuck

about the motherfuckers from 110 anyway.

- Not at all. - You?

- Yo, you know them niggas

is makin' that big-boy money on that block.

We take that motherfucker over, set up 24-hour shop.

- Seven days a week.

We pump work outta that motherfucker.

- Yo, you imagine the money we could make yo.

- Chase, we can do this shit.

No more smalltimin', no more nickel-and-dimin'.

- We could be bosses out here.

- For real.

- Lemme think about it.

- Well don't think too long.

- (claps) Time is money, baby.

We runnin' out of it.

- I'll catch ya up tonight.

(soft rhythmic music)

(door knocking)

- I'm here to see (drowned out by music).

(inmates chuckling)

- I didn't wanna eat that shit either

when I got up in here.

You have to get back up in here

in front of these motherfuckers.

That's a quick way to get you murdered.

Gotta be observant up in this bitch.

- And you've given me this advice

from the kindness of your heart?

- Actually, yeah.

- Thanks bitch, but no thanks.

- Look, I apologize when I came off (speaks faintly).

I was wrong.

You was right, you know what I'm sayin'?

I was bitchy.

Just needed that hit bad.

Should be gettin' in some time a little bit.

I apologize.

Should I (speaks faintly)?

- It's a free world.

- I'm Cass, it's short for Cassanova.

- Good for you.

- Mind if I eat that?

- This ain't your first time here, huh?

- Nah.

- How many times you been here?

- Five years.

Other places, I can't even keep count anymore.

- How old are you?

- 20.

I've been in this system since I was 13.

- How long you been on dope for?

- 16.

- Why?

- Life.

- [Jaz] That's not an excuse.

- No one in my life.

- We've all had it hard.

Shit, my life wasn't roses and peaches.

But I didn't turn to crack.

- Yeah, well you also didn't have a baby

by your own stepfather at the age of 13.

(speaks faintly), it ain't cool to judge me.

- [Inmates] Ooh!

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight!

(inmates cheering and shouting)

♪ Success is the best revenge, nigga ♪

♪ Life ♪

♪ Let's go, let's go ♪

♪ We poppin', poppin', poppin', poppin' ♪

♪ My click now be poppin' ♪

♪ Poppin', poppin', poppin' ♪

♪ And in the middle of the night ♪

♪ He's turned on all the lights ♪

♪ Disrespect my click ♪

♪ And oh we terminate on site ♪

♪ My click now be poppin' ♪

♪ poppin', poppin', poppin' ♪

♪ My click now be poppin' ♪

- [Chyna] Hey, girl.

- Chill all that contact.

Y'all got somethin' to say?

It's nothin' for me to end this visit..

- We shouldn't had fuckin' do this when I'm over here.

- Don't even worry about it.

Trouble couldn't make it today,

but I'm here for her and we're the same strong group.

How you holdin' up?

- I'm all right.

- Are you sure?

- (sighs) The streets is crazy,

but this shit in here is fuckin' crazier.

I seen a dead body the other day.

- What?

- This ain't livin', Chyna.

This ain't livin' at all.

- [Chyna] You gotta keep your head up, man.

You got this.

- I'm tryin',

but I just can't keep these detectives outta my head.

What if they can like make all these bogus charges stick?

- [Chyna] They can't.

- Chyna man, you already know.

There is not any more bogus and crooked cops in the NYPD.

I can't anymore, like I'm really losing it.

- But their all lies.

Yeah, they got the photos of you makin' the transactions.

But all that other bullshit, they ain't got nothin'.

You have nothin' to worry about.

- Since when did they need proof?

Since when did they not lie?

You see this shit happen in the hood all the time.

- Jaz, Jaz, Jaz please.

I know.

- I'm scared.

(sighs) Look at me, Chyna.

I'm not white, I'm Puerto Rican.

In the courtroom I'm not standing a chance,

especially when it's a white cop pointing a finger at me.

They're gonna make this shit stick.

- Jaz, get that shit out your fuckin' head, man.

You need to straighten up.

You need to hold it together.

What the fuck you on these fuckin' streets?

- Ladies, ladies, ladies.

- How?

- Jaz, don't even worry 'bout it.

I got somethin' real big.

You gettin' outta here.

You get out for good.

- [Jaz] What are you talking about?

- Listen, don't worry 'bout it.

I got this.

You ready?

'Cause I'm ready.

(rhythmic rap music)

♪ Hey soldier ♪

♪ You wanna play ♪

♪ Sunny-D, ♪

♪ Shout out to the homie O ♪

♪ I gotcha nigga ♪

♪ For sure ♪

(rapper vocalizing)

♪ I be up under the city lights ♪

♪ Been trappin' that shit many nights ♪

♪ Long chains ♪

♪ Pinky rings wear plenty ♪

♪ I'ma stay heavy I know that ♪

♪ I know that ♪

♪ You gotta ride slow ♪

♪ So you can see the hustlin' ♪

♪ In my hood, you could find trouble ♪

♪ Rest in peace this stack full ♪

♪ These niggas livin' what they rap about ♪

♪ This for the niggas where they call home ♪

♪ There's some that will call it trap house ♪

♪ Livin' life 'til I pass out ♪

♪ Fast routes, 100 miles an hour ♪

♪ Swerve two lanes and that Bruce Wayne ♪

♪ But a few will respect power ♪

♪ Got screws loose in my head ♪

♪ People ask why I act crazy ♪

♪ Ride by in that ghost ♪

♪ And it got me dirty dancin' like Pat Swayze ♪

♪ I play the corner like ♪

♪ Have you seen my camp lately ♪

♪ Book me for 10 baby ♪

♪ I'm too cool in that new school ♪

♪ This ain't nothin' that you used to ♪

♪ Got no love for the fake game ♪

♪ Tryin' to sell a nigga out on YouTube ♪

♪ Now move through with some big bodies ♪

♪ They ain't talkin' 'bout no trunks ♪

♪ Got good buddy get hood love ♪

♪ When the city lights, nigga what ♪

♪ My niggas on da corner from Tampa to California ♪

♪ Just got my niggas actually ready to blow ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm addicted to the chedder ♪

♪ And my niggas 'bout whatever ♪

♪ Just find me ♪

♪ You know where to go ♪

♪ Where to go nigga ♪

♪ Up under the city lights ♪

♪ I'll be up under the city lights ♪

♪ Be up under the city lights ♪

♪ I'll be up under the city lights ♪

♪ Let's go nigga ♪

♪ A lotta niggas gon' get mad ♪

♪ When my cities always get cash ♪

♪ GTA's like quick ♪

♪ Selfish brains ♪

♪ College Hill on Two Main ♪

♪ Jackson Heights ♪

♪ Business ♪

♪ Tennessee ♪

♪ Grand Park ♪

♪ I'm over here by the fishbowl ♪

♪ West Tampa off Main Street ♪

♪ By the Popeyes ♪

♪ Got best girls in New Town ♪

♪ They'll be gettin' their money, Almighty's good ♪

♪ Got a bad chick ♪

♪ They be gettin' their money ♪

♪ White girls ♪

♪ Ain't nobody out here hot as me ♪

♪ Got a couple buddies up at High Point ♪

♪ That know how to serve a nigga properly ♪

♪ Suitcase City's where I got ♪

♪ Came too far for him to be a narc ♪

♪ Payin' cash money ♪

♪ That's the difference between me and yo ♪

♪ They is waitin' for me to call ♪

♪ They yellin' for me ♪

♪ Got a couple niggas that go to USC ♪

♪ They be gettin' their money on campus ♪

♪ Got a lotta questions, no answers ♪

♪ We 'bout to go here ♪

♪ We real dur ♪

♪ 813's the area code in the county I represent ♪

♪ This is for my niggas on the corner ♪

♪ From Tampa to California ♪ - Hey stupid.

♪ My niggas out here ready ♪

♪ I'm addicted to the cheddar ♪

♪ And my niggas 'bout whatever ♪

♪ Whatever ♪

♪ You can find me, you know where to go ♪

♪ Where to go, nigga ♪

♪ Up under the city lights ♪

- 'Sup?

- It's good?

- They out there right now, ya heard?

We gotta get over there before they break out.

Come up with the scarfs. - I got you.

- Let's go in this van and get it.

Let's go.

Yo, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go.

Go.

Get you a suit.

Let's go, let's go.

Listen.

Yo, we gonna pull up on 110, all right?

We gettin' out, we splittin' up, everybody hit a corner

and you haven't got a foreman or no.

No fuckin' play stupid.

- Yo, Chase got us out here lookin' crazy, man.

Where the fuck he at, man?

- Well we been here for a fuckin' while, man.

Yo, we gotta speed it up for this corner.

- He gotta hurry up, man.

- Yo, let's go.

Let's go!

- [Crew] Go go go!

- Yo, I ain't gon' lie, bruh.

I can use some (speaks faintly), ya heard?

- Yeah, I heard that girl Stacy, she needs.

- She's burnin', bro.

- Yeah, she's got claws like the seafood market.

- No no, you know what's funny, bro?

I heard she was (speaks faintly).

- Bro, nah man.

It was Jimbo.

- [Both] Jimbo.

(men muttering)

(people chattering)

♪ Oh shit ♪

♪ I got 'em ♪

♪ I got 'em ♪

♪ My niggas said to get 'em ♪

♪ And I got 'em ♪

♪ I got 'em ♪

♪ My niggas said to get 'em ♪

(gun blasting)

(gun blasting)

♪ 131st and and 22nd ♪

♪ I got 'em ♪

♪ I got 'em ♪

♪ My niggas said to get 'em ♪

♪ And I got 'em ♪

♪ I got 'em ♪

♪ My niggas said to get 'em ♪

♪ And they never need to tell us ♪

♪ 'Cause we came up from the bottom ♪

♪ My niggas said to get 'em ♪

♪ I got 'em ♪

♪ I got 'em ♪

♪ Just pray before you take from me ♪

♪ Fate give you hate ♪

- Merced-out three motherfuckers tonight.

They blood's on the corner

of 100th Street and Lexington as we speak.

That means everything you said the other day,

that better be your word.

You in this game now deep.

Ain't no turnin' back from that.

Ain't no walkin' away from me.

- [CO} Next.

- Hi, how you doin'?

- Hi and who are you here to see?

- Jasmine Aviles.

- Your ID?

And who are you?

- Her attorney.

- Okay, go straight.

Have a seat.

- Thank you.

- [Jaz] Well?

What's going on?

- It doesn't look good.

It looks hopeless.

- [Jaz] What do you mean?

- They all just got lucky.

Many of your co-defendants--

- I don't have any fucking co-defendants!

It's all lies.

- Mrs. Aviles, many of the other people involved in the case

are pointing you out as being part of the organization.

- (sighs) Of course they are.

They already pinned them,

so they're going to do what they need to do.

That's why they're see--

- I need you to calm down.

- (sighs) All I know is that

they're trying to make this stick and I cannot be here.

- You need to listen to me.

- I am being railroaded.

- Mrs. Aviles, as your lawyer,

it's my job and responsibility

to let you know there are options in this situation.

- My only option is taking this to the box.

I'm gonna go to court and prove my innocence.

- I would have to advise you against that.

- What do you mean?

- What I mean is I'm good at what I do.

But with the mountain of evidence

the prosecution has against you

and the fact that people involved in your case

is willing to testify of your involvement

in drug transactions, your chances of winning are slim.

- It is all lies.

- At the end of the day though, I'm your lawyer.

I work for you.

If you wanna take your chances at trial,

then (scoffs) we'll go to trial.

But like I said, I would advise against it.

If you go to trial and lose,

you're looking at spending dozens upon dozens

of years in prison.

- (sighs) What other options do I have?

- Plea bargain.

- And how much time would I be facing?

- 10 to 15.

- Are you crazy?

- Your charges are severe.

The fingerpointing may be lies;

but at the end of the day, you need to keep in mind that

they have several photos of you

engaging in drug transactions!

- But they're all lies! - Just settle down!

- This is all (speaks faintly) photos.

- Calm down, Miss Aviles.

- It's gonna be difficult to paint you as bein' an angel.

Mrs. Aviles, what do you want to do?

- [CO] Aviles, pack up.

- Why?

- [CO] Bond was paid.

Pack your shit.

Have a seat and wait on the detectives to come in.

- Fuck y'all want?

- Gotta hand it to you partner, you were right.

- Shit, there was no doubt in my mind.

- I really didn't think she could do it.

I mean $250,000 is a lotta money.

- Well a bet's a bet.

Can I get my money now?

- You got it, you got it, you got it.

- I bet you're wonderin' what all this is about, right?

(chuckles) Me and my partner made a bet

that you couldn't make bond.

But I guess I lost.

You win some, you lose some, right?

I mean damn, you should thank my partner.

He never lost faith in you not one time, girl.

- Yeah, whatever.

Fuck you and him.

Why don't y'all just get my release papers started?

'Cause I'm ready to get the fuck outta here.

- Excuse me, your release?

- [Jaz] Yeah, my motherfuckin' release.

(both chuckling)

What the fuck are y'all talkin' about?

- [Male Detective] She's in the dark.

- [Female Detective] And nobody told her I guess, right?

- No.

(female detective laughing)

- What's goin' on?

- You're gonna find out.

- (sighs) This is bullshit.

- Guess yo ass won't be gettin' released after all.

This is what we call secret indictment.

- What?

What the fuck does that mean?

This is bullshit!

What the fuck are you guys talking about?

- CO, get this inmate! - This is bullshit!

- [Female Detective] CO, come get this inmate.

- I'm not staying here.

Get away from me.

- Have a seat.

- I told you you were behind enemy lines.

Guess you thought it was a joke, huh?

- Fuck you motherfuckers.

(soft rhythmic music)

(door slamming)

Got nothin' to say to these motherfuckers.

- Sit, stand, whatever.

I don't give a fuck.

You ain't leavin' this room regardless.

- What the hell do y'all want?

- [Male Detective] To talk.

- [Jaz] I ain't got nothin' to say to y'all.

- Maybe you do, maybe you don't.

110th and Lexington?

- What?

- What do you know 'bout it?

- I know that's a street.

- You know what we mean.

- A small crew ran it a year ago

and they mysteriously vanished.

- It's New York.

Motherfuckers die every day.

- True.

You'll get no argument from me on that.

Anyway, a new set up shop on that block

and they been runnin' it ever since.

An all-female crew named the Gechis.

From what we hear, a good friend of yours run the Gechis.

Her name is Tabitha Vargas.

- She's on our radar now.

- You've only completed one year

of a five to 10 year sentence, Miss Aviles.

That means you have a long time to go

before you see the street.

We can help you though.

We can help you get outta here.

- We can make all those prison bars go away.

We just need you to help us out.

Help us solve our case on her.

- Well? - Fuck y'all.

- Your choice.

Hey yo, CO.

Make sure this bitch doesn't leave the hole

for the next two months.

- [Jaz] For what?

- [CO] No problem.

(water trickling)

(Jaz shrieking)

(Jaz weeping)

- [Jaz] What's that for?

- It's lunchtime.

- Fuck you givin' me two for?

- [Toni] Just lookin' out.

- Ain't shit out here for free.

- You don't have to pay up, just lookin' out.

- Keep it, I'm good.

- [Toni] Saw what they did to you.

- I saw what you did them girls in the mess hall.

- [Toni] That ain't none of your business.

Saw what they did to you.

- Who?

- Those detectives.

I was walkin' by in the hallway when it all went down.

It was fucked up.

Detective once railroaded me on my case once.

Had to get a public defender.

Can't afford a good lawyer.

The reason why I'm here, the on of a bitch

didn't know what the fuck he was doing.

You know how it is, they get the check no matter what.

- Thanks.

- No strings.

Don't worry 'bout it.

I don't rap like that anyways.

I'm Toni.

- Jaz.

- I remember when you was just a little girl

runnin' around Spanish Harlem chasin' the ice cream truck.

Both you and Jaz.

Not only that, you're now buyin' kilos from me.

Impressive but yeah, funny the direction life takes us.

- [Trouble] Wait, so you're not gonna count it?

- Treachery in your heart?

- Of course not.

I mean, I just thought you would count it

just to be on the safe side.

- A man's reputation proceeds him.

I'm a firm believer in that.

What about yourself?

- I believe that.

- And you know my reputation, right?

- Absolutely.

- So then you know I don't take no losses.

Speakin' of consequences, I hear Jaz has been incarcerated.

- I'm gonna bring her home soon.

- Good for her, but is that good for you?

Don't get me wrong, T.

No one understands loyalty more than me.

It's a trait I admire, but I also understand business.

With that bein' said,

you've been movin' a lot stronger since Jaz's been gone.

- [Trouble] I mean yeah, I got a strong crew.

But when she gets home, we're gonna be even stronger.

- You sure 'bout that?

- Why wouldn't I be?

- What I heard, Jaz is facing a long time.

What'll stop her from turning on you?

- Jaz wouldn't do that.

- Why wouldn't she?

- Because she's not a snitch.

Even you said it.

We used to run around chasin' ice cream trucks.

You know, we've been like this since day one.

- I don't know it for sure and neither do you.

Donna, bring that down.

Listen, I didn't mean to offend you.

I'm just tryin' to school you some game.

- [Trouble] I understand.

Same time next week?

- Absolutely.

♪ Trix ♪

♪ Ne-Yo ♪

♪ I can feel them pinchin' when I slide off ♪

♪ Tour livin' vibes with the mask off ♪

♪ Facts ♪

♪ I can tell while they mad for hustle and the flow ♪

♪ Got the pockets like a cash drawer ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ I can handle the bull ♪

♪ Matador ♪

♪ Cream makes its way around the team ♪

♪ It shouldn't matter though ♪

♪ Did it with the Glock or the blade ♪

♪ Either/or ♪

♪ When it's time certain things will watch when they envy ♪

♪ Niggas switchin' up night and day ♪

♪ I be sure ♪

♪ Main event from lookin' as I fly through the side door ♪

♪ The truth ♪

♪ And I ain't even talkin' 'bout the booth ♪

♪ Round table with guns gettin' right with the truth ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

(door knocking)

♪ And that's why they hatin' though ♪

♪ Yet still I don't let none of it phase me ♪

- Guess what? - What' up?

- Shit gettin' crazy.

Don't want the cops onto us.

- What?

- [Trouble] You hear what I said, they onto us.

- So you think we have a rat in the crew?

- I don't know, man.

All I know is that I need you to stake it out, Chase.

I mean whatever you catch in the process,

make sure everything's on camera.

We need to find somethin'.

Jaz needs to come home.

- All right, well you just gotta get some.

- All right.

See ya tomorrow.

Bye now.

(soft rhythmic music)

♪ Turn me on the beat ♪

(men chattering)

- Got you, all right? - All right.

- Yo, dress it up, man.

(crew muttering)

Chillin', man.

'Cause you told me for a second somewhere.

- Where you goin'?

- Gotta make a little run and shit,

you know what I'm sayin'?

- All right.

Where we goin'?

- Just some quick runs.

Got your strap on you, right?

- Always.

- Just a little spur-of-the-moment last minute stuff.

I'm just checkin'.

Ain't nothin' serious,

but I just wanna make sure we on-point.

- Uh huh.

- Right down the block.

- I got you.

(plane engine roaring)

What the fuck is this, Chase?

Where the fuck are you taking me?

Yo, the fuck is this, Chase?

T, whassup?

- I don't know, nigga.

You tell me.

- I do something wrong?

I'm loyal to y'all niggas, you know that.

Whatever it is, tell me.

I'm sure we could straighten it out.

- I don't think this could be straightened out.

As a matter of fact, I know this can't be straightened out.

- What, what I do?

- Fuckin' rat. - Huh?

- [Chyna] Ain't no straightenin'out talkin' to the cops.

- What are you talkin' about?

- Yo, bro.

- Yo, bro. - What's goin' on?

All right, here's the last of it.

Got all the information we need on 'em.

- So you ain't callin' my phone no more?

- Not at all, man.

- All right. - All right.

- Yo, don't play stupid.

- Chase, you know I don't fuck with the cops.

- [Trouble] Not what the streets say.

- [Chase] Loyal to it, huh?

- Got a daughter, Chase.

- What the fuck?

You get on your fuckin' knees, man.

Get the fuck down.

- Chase, man please.

- You rat-ass nigga.

Stop fuckin' cryin'.

(gun blasting)

- Get rid of the body.

I don't want this piece of shit found ever.

(door knocking)

- Yo, you got a visitor.

- Get the fuck away from me.

- Watch your fuckin' mouth who you talk to.

Do I look like a fuckin' joke to you?

You want your visit, right?

- Yeah, I want my visit.

- I'll see you later, sweetcakes.

(hand slapping)

- The abuse behind these walls was unbearable.

The system is corrupt.

From the cops to the judge and now the COs.

It was those fuckin' detectives.

- [Chyna] What do you mean?

- They lied on me.

They said I laid hands on them.

- Are you serious?

- They really got it in for me.

And you know what's worse?

They know 'bout you and Trouble's operation.

- What?

- They know.

- [Chyna] How?

- Listen I don't know, but they know.

They know about other Gechis and Trouble.

This is why they put me in the hole.

They wanted me to tell them everything.

They wanted me to just give them

any information that they needed.

(sighs) You know what I told them?

I told them I wasn't gonna tell them shit.

They could eat my bloody pussy

on the heaviest day of my period.

You think anybody in the crew's talkin'?

- Hell fuckin' no.

- Chyna, I need you to watch every motherfucker

in the crew closely.

These pigs, you know how they are.

They'll infiltrate you.

One person talks, we all go fuckin' down.

- I know.

- I'm gonna need you to watch your back.

As a matter of fact, maybe you shut it down for a while.

You know, throw those motherfuckers off.

- Girl, do you know how much money we'd lose if I did that?

- Of course I know.

But these fuckin' crooked cops ain't playing.

They gettin' at me for sellin'

fuckin' little vials and crack.

Imagine what they'd do to us

if they see that we sellin' weight?

It's gotten to the point

when I'm gonna have to do the whole 15 on this bit.

And I know when I get parole,

those two motherfuckers are gonna be there

just to make sure I don't get parole.

- Not exactly.

- What do you mean?

- I mean they don't necessarily gotta show up.

Shit.

As a matter of fact, you'll outta here real soon

with no interference from those two,

- Chyna, what the hell do you mean?

- Visiting time is up.

(inmates chattering)

- What do you mean?

- I mean, I got a plan.

These motherfuckers gonna get what they got comin' to them.

- Don't do anything stupid.

- Don't worry, I won't.

♪ Life in the streets is real ♪

♪ Believe that ♪

♪ You could be callin' the play and never come back ♪

♪ Hustlin' movin' through blocks ♪

♪ Better stay straight ♪

♪ A minute on top, next minute takin' a long nap ♪

♪ Life in the streets is real ♪

♪ Believe that ♪

♪ You could be callin' the play and never come back ♪

♪ Hustlin' movin' through blocks ♪

♪ Better stay straight ♪

♪ A minute on top, net minute takin' a long nap ♪

♪ The street life is the one my homie's chose ♪

♪ Got a few doin' time ♪

♪ Ain't never told ♪

♪ And now willin' to fold ♪

♪ It's strictly outta code ♪

♪ They see no other way ♪

♪ It's the only life that they know ♪

♪ Hustlin' is a commodity ♪

♪ Never stay up poverty ♪

♪ Gettin' by any means they warn ♪

- What's up?

You got my shit or what?

- The fuck you think?

I know you got the fuckin' money.

- That shit better be good.

- That shit always good.

- Not that last shit you sold me.

- Wasn't shit wrong what I gave you.

- The fuck it wasn't.

It was cut way too much.

- Everything should've been good or somethin'.

- Whatever.

Whatever.

- Enough with the small talk, man.

You want this shit or what?

♪ Murder ♪

♪ Life in these streets is hell ♪

♪ Gotta decide your fate ♪

♪ Other niggas crews or be the one to get ate ♪

♪ Life in the streets is real ♪

♪ Believe that ♪

♪ You could be callin' the play and never come back ♪

♪ Hustlin' movin' through blocks ♪

♪ Better stay straight ♪

♪ A minute on top, next minute takin' a long nap ♪

♪ Life in the streets is real ♪

♪ Believe that ♪

♪ You could be callin' the play and never come back ♪

♪ Hustlin' movin' through blocks ♪

♪ Better stay straight ♪

♪ A minute on top, net minute takin' a long nap ♪

♪ Life's full of cutthroat bread ♪

♪ I need the whole loaf ♪

♪ Problems occur when you accumulatin' more dope ♪

- Nice doin' business with ya.

(gun blasting)

♪ In the car with the ye ♪

♪ But you a boss and you can get 'em gone any day ♪

♪ And play the middleman ♪

♪ Just to pry the man's ego away ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

(soft romantic music)

- Get me a bottle of (speaks faintly).

- Thank you.

Woo, spicy.

- I want you in my life.

- [Trouble] I needed to get Jaz out by any means necessary.

After Chase told me about these crooked detectives,

it was my time to play some games of my own.

(plane engine roaring)

(soft rhythmic music)

- Detectives.

- Tabitha Vargas.

- Detectives.

- Hmm, well isn't this a pleasant surprise.

Ray, look who we got here.

- Listen, I don't give a fuck who this is.

I just wanna know why this stupid bitch

is leaving a note on your car like this.

The fuck is this?

- Open it and find out.

And the video contains hours upon hours

of you two doin' dirt.

Not to mention the best part of it all:

you takin' out that drug dealer last week.

Oh, think about it.

That's the end of your careers to start with.

Life in prison

and niggas fuckin' y'all up the ass

for the rest of your bit.

- Shut the fuck up, bitch.

- No, calm the fuck down.

- Calm down? - Calm the fuck down!

Yo, calm the fuck down!

She's got our future in her fuckin' hands.

Calm down 'til we get to the fuckin' bottom of this.

Chill. - The fuck you want?

- Two things: first thing's first I want Jaz outta jail.

- Fuck no.

Hell no.

- Look, look, even if I wanted to grant you that,

it's impossible.

- Miss me with that bullshit, detective.

As a matter of fact, I hear you're cool with the DA.

In fact, so cool that you was able to bring my girl

up on some bullshit charges.

So I'm pretty sure you're tight enough

for her to get her the fuck out.

- And what's the second thing?

- The second thing is the investigation on my crew stops.

From this day forward, you never even heard of the Gechis.

- And if you don't get what you want?

- [Trouble] All them photos

will go to Internal Affairs and the media.

- Listen, man.

Fuck that, man.

What's stoppin' us from killin' her right now

and let her fuckin' swim with the fishes, man?

Takin' this fuckin' envelope and everything is over.

♪ Rock, rock ♪

♪ Rack my niggas in the OC ♪

♪ Roundtable for the OG ♪

- Are we done here?

72 hours.

Bye.

What's y'all standin' here for?

Bye.

Oh and by the way, we have copies of those,

so you can keep that.

(soft rhythmic music)

Told you I was gonna get you out there, baby?

- How'd you do it?

(both chuckling)

- Oh my god, long story.

Just know them detectives

will not be botherin' you no more ever again.

You okay?

- Yeah, girl.

Just seems like a dream.

I really thought I was gonna have to spend the rest

of my life in there.

- There's no way I was gonna let that happen.

No way.

- What you got there?

- Bitch, start with this.

We're going shoppin'.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Yes, leave that shit.

There you go.

I missed your ass so much.

(soft rhythmic music)

- I'm finally free.

- Ah yes, I got my girl back.

I cannot wait.

Home sweet home.

Watch my dog.

(sirens wailing)

- Damn girl, this is all you?

- Told you business is good.

- I see.

- Well come see the view, girl.

I'm excited.

Remember when we used to dream about this view

when we were kids?

- Hell yeah. (chuckles)

I love it.

- Well c'mon, lemme show you the rest of the place.

- [Rapper] (chuckles) It's the Black Rose, y'all.

I told you to stop sleepin'.

♪ What can I say now ♪

♪ My visions are vicious ♪

♪ I'm like a saint ♪

♪ 'Cause my body fit, lusciously thick ♪

♪ I got the cake ♪

♪ 'Cause I keep it legit ♪

♪ I'm never tired ♪

♪ I'll go for eight rounds ♪

♪ And still wake and bake in the mornin' ♪

♪ Head straight for downtown ♪

♪ It's my time ♪

♪ I'ma glow, I'ma shine ♪

♪ It's the Black Rose so divine ♪

♪ Who so hard I was tryin' to supreme rock bitch ♪

♪ I would never be a slide ♪

♪ I handle mine ♪

♪ And keep 'em mesmerized ♪

♪ And I take my time when I grind ♪

♪ And I like it better from behind ♪

♪ You can see I'm an Amazonic freak ♪

♪ The men they can cream ♪

♪ And I need me a beast ♪

♪ Go figure ♪

♪ I be goin' in on these niggas ♪

♪ They can't believe their ears ♪

♪ A beautiful figure ♪

♪ The queen can deliver ♪

♪ She got the juice now ♪

♪ Big mama been had a few clowns ♪

♪ I thought these suckas never died ♪

♪ We sippin' Goose with the crew ♪

♪ Now we workin' for that loop now ♪

♪ Build empires up from the ruins ♪

♪ Yes we know what we doin' ♪

♪ Humble hearts, you surely go through it ♪

♪ In time we shine 'cause we took a sign of the start ♪

♪ So we're steady with the ready ♪

♪ While we fuckin' roll in style ♪

♪ Poisonous creatures need to vanish from my side ♪

♪ The yellow world farce ♪

♪ How they all frauds ♪

♪ It's 'bout to be better than my bloodline ♪

♪ It's showtime ♪

♪ I made you famous ♪

♪ We goin' in like we got a vengeance ♪

♪ There's no debatin' ♪

♪ No complainin' ♪

♪ Time to lock and load ♪

♪ Blowin' shit out of proportion ♪

♪ Bring the rose in ♪

♪ 'Cause she got the the proper portions ♪

(crowd cheering)

♪ No distortions, crystal clear ♪

♪ I know you see me ♪

♪ I hope you're ready ♪

♪ Don't cross the line ♪

♪ The first lady ♪

(lyrics drowned by chattering)

- I'm so glad to see you.

You look good.

And I see you've been getting my packages.

Toni, I'm gonna get you out of here

and I need to know that we're gonna take this relationship

to the next step once you're out of here.

Trust me.

I got you, Toni.

(inmates chattering)

- Pregnant?

- [Jaz] I couldn't tell her what was goin' on

because I needed her to focus on the business.

And honestly,

I was tryin' to absorb the situation myself.

I told her everything: how I was raped,

how I'm now pregnant and how I fell in love with Toni.

- (sighs) I mean as far as Toni goes,

the heart can't help what the heart wants.

I got you know, full support for you 100%.

But the baby though, what you gonna do 'bout that?

- I'm gonna keep it.

- You sure?

- (sighs) No matter how it was conceived,

I'm not killing any child of mine.

- That motherfucker gotta pay, Jaz.

- I'm gonna take care of that.

I'ma handle that.

That's my job.

And I need you to keep this between us.

- You my girl, you already know.

- That motherfucker's got somethin' comin' for him.

- He do.

You sure you don't need me to get Chase and the girls?

- Nah, I need to handle this on my own.

This shit is personal.

I've always wanted to be a mother,

but never in a million years

did I think it would be under these circumstances.

But this is my child.

- Well you know I got your back no matter what, man.

This shit gets me so angry though.

- Thanks.

- We're gonna hold it down.

- We got this.

(soft hip-hop music)

(gun blasting)

- The fuck is wrong with you?

You fuckin' bitch, I'll fuckin' kill you.

- Last motherfucker you expected to see, right?

- You fuckin' bitch!

- So you know, I'm pregnant.

(chuckles) Too bad you're never gonna meet her.

- You bitch! (gun blasting)

♪ Lay around the bed ♪

♪ With action, no panties ♪

♪ You feel so good ♪

♪ Down to the ground ♪

♪ 'Cause you won't be needin' those ♪

♪ No you won't be needin' those ♪

♪ 'Cause you won't be needin' those ♪

♪ No you won't be needin' those ♪

♪ Meet around the bed ♪

♪ It feels so good ♪

♪ Down to the ground ♪

♪ 'Cause you won't be needin' those ♪

♪ No you won't be needin' those ♪

♪ You won't be ♪

- Offer still stands.

- I know, but I can't have a man or anybody take care of me.

It wouldn't feel right.

I wouldn't be happy with myself.

- Hey.

Actually I'm a man who's used to havin' everything

and anything he wants.

Now what is it exactly that you want?

(lips smacking)

- I do know one thing.

- And what is that?

- I'm not sure.

But whatever it is, how much (mumbles).

I want you a part of it.

♪ Down to the ground ♪

♪ 'Cause you won't be needin' those ♪

♪ You won't be ♪

♪ No you won't be needin' those ♪

(tires screeching) (car crashing)

(sirens wailing)

- Yo, not for nothin',

I think we gotta call Trouble

'cause these cops keep runnin' up on me

and I don't know what's goin' on.

- Nah, 'cause not for nothin', we really gotta get low.

- Yeah, we do. (cellphone chiming)

- Wait, hold on.

Hello?

Are you kiddin' me right now?

Stop playin' with me.

Trouble's been in a fuckin' accident.

We gotta go.

- Hello?

She got in a what?

Oh my god, hold on.

I'll be right over there.

- I'm comin' right now.

I'm on my way.

Yeah, that's crazy.

I was just with her.

- What?

Yo, stop playin'.

When this shit happen?

All right, where you at?

What hospital you in?

All right.

(cellphone chiming)

- Hello?

What?

Where is she?

(Jaz wincing) (water trickling)

- Oh my god, are you okay? - Oh my god.

Oh. - I'm calling an ambulance.

- My water just broke. (winces)

(soft hip-hop music)

(monitor beeping)

(Jaz screaming) - Good job, Miss Aviles.

You're almost there.

One more push, Miss Aviles.

You're doin' a wonderful job.

Let's do this.

(Jaz screaming) Good girl.

Good.

Good, Miss Aviles.

Hold his hand.

We have one.

Yes, here you go.

Look at that.

- Guess who?

- Who are you?

- Danny. - Danny?

- My baby boy.

- Yes. (Jaz screaming)

Oh, wait a minute.

Wait a minute, Miss Aviles.

- Chichi, come on.

My mommy and my brother.

- Where we goin'?

Wait, Davin.

- [Doctor] There's another one.

- Another one? - Yes.

(Jaz screaming) Keep going, keep going.

Oh, good.

Look at that.

- Oh my god.

- [Doctor] There's two.

- Oh my god.

- [Doctor] You had two healthy baby boys.

- Oh my god.

I guess you guys are wondering who I came to visit.

It was Cass.

She passed away from HIV while doin' her bid.

I'm the only friend she had left.

I have to give her proper burial.

(soft rhythmic music)

- Yo, I'm lookin' for Damien.

- It's a private party.

Hold on.

(gun blasting) (crowd shrieking)

- Go now!

Go!

(soft rhythmic music)

♪ Mama Mia ♪

♪ Know that I'm feelin' excellent ♪

♪ If it ain't 'bout the bread I ain't stressin' it ♪

♪ If it ain't for the team I'm rejectin' it ♪

♪ I'm takin' the fam with me that's a definite ♪

♪ Lover not a hater ♪

♪ Giver not a taker ♪

♪ 100% authentic, never a faker ♪

♪ I'm a true poet ♪

♪ Been a writer since a young'un ♪

♪ Self-esteem missions ♪

♪ Now I'm stuntin' like it's nothin' big ♪

♪ Girl and I got flash ♪

♪ I do it big ♪

♪ Dead to the world in a cell ♪

♪ Now I'm tryin' to live ♪

♪ I drive the boys crazy ♪

♪ To my girls, keep it classy ♪

♪ Be a lady ♪

♪ Be yourself ♪

♪ Don't be changin' for nobody else ♪

♪ Rich heart and I'ma get the wealth ♪

♪ I used to hustle on the block ♪

♪ Graduated to supplier ♪

♪ Same with this music ♪

♪ Now I got my own fire ♪

♪ As a female, she been through hell and back ♪

♪ The life has gone full off track ♪

♪ Keep movin' ♪

♪ 'Til (speaks faintly) the back ♪

♪ Confidence, yeah she got that ♪

♪ Now she famous ♪

♪ Teachin' young girls how to act ♪

♪ All that ghetto street shit gets whack ♪

♪ She done hussled ♪

♪ Been there done that ♪