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[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[distant siren wailing]

♪ ♪

[chuckles]

Aw, hell. I know that ain't my nigga.

Hey, what's crackin', Rollie-Roll?

-What up, doe? -Ain't shit.

Meechie-motherfucking-Meech.

Shit, nigga, how long it's been, like, two, three years?

Shit, at least.

-Feel good to be home. -Yeah.

I see the Hole still look like the Hole.

Nigga, the Hole ain't changing for nobody.

Obviously. I see you still got that wide body, kid.

Nigga, I been working out.

[laughter]

[hip-hop music plays]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[crowd chanting]

♪ ♪

Yo, check out the footwork.

[Older Meech] Hey.

♪ ♪

♪ Check this part out: She's just a skeezer ♪

♪ She's just a skeezer, She's just a skeezer ♪

♪ Skeezer, skeezer, She's just a skeezer ♪

♪ She's just a skeezer, She's just a skeezer ♪

♪ Skeezer, skeezer ♪

Yo, I wasn't expecting all this.

Shit, nigga, ain't nobody ever gonna top the shit

you and Tee did,

especially not no Black niggas from southwest Detroit.

Stop.

Y'all niggas like kings

and rock stars all rolled up in one.

Hey, now this is love.

-Love for you. -My nig.

-Welcome home. -My nig.

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

[Older Meech] Given everything that's happened,

people always ask if I have any regrets.

Truth is, I don't.

I mean, we gave up a lot, a hell of a lot.

Being back across the street from where we grew up,

made me remember just how much.

[upbeat jazz music plays]

[singer] ♪ Hello, Detroit ♪

♪ You've won my heart ♪

Come on, Nicole, you gonna make me late, baby.

Boy, you gonna let all the cold air out my ice box?

No, I'm trying to find something to eat. I'm starving.

[Charles] Make some cereal or something.

And have a good day at school. You too, Meechie.

-Yes, sir. -First day at work--

I want you to show up on time and work hard, you hear me?

-Yes, sir. Will do. -Love y'all.

-Love you, too, man. -You too.

You have a good one, too, Mr. Flenory.

-Mm, mm! -Ooh! [laughs]

I will, especially after last night.

Oh, boy.

Ugh, can y'all stop with all of that?

Oh, girl, hush. You got all your stuff.

[Young Meech] Your dumb ass can't light a stove.

Shut up. Five dollars say you can't either.

Bet.

-Trash. -Move.

-I told you. -Shut up.

Dang.

Shit!

I told you about that language.

And, Terry, why aren't you dressed?

We ain't got no hot water.

I was trying to boil some to wash up,

but Meech almost blew the house up.

-Shut up. -And we out of milk again, too.

Boy, you wasn't born with no silver spoon in your mouth.

Use the rest of your brother's.

-[laughing] You bugging, bro. -It's not funny. It's nasty.

Hey, man, here you go.

[laughing]

♪ ♪

[singers] ♪ Hello, Detroit ♪

-[sighs] -Yeah.

Man, you ain't gonna work at no Wendy's.

Man, why the hell you care?

Because when Mama and them throw your dumb ass out,

I'm gonna be the one you call to throw some food down.

All right.

Look Tee, I'm about to clock some major dollars

so we can stop sharing milk and clothes, man.

You're going to the rock house?

Yeah.

-I want to go. -Hell, no.

Man, I ain't dragging your Poindexter ass nowhere with me.

Man, move.

-Put your hands on me. -What's wrong with you, man?

[engine revving]

[funky music playing]

♪ ♪

That's my car.

No it ain't, fool.

It's my boss', and one day I'ma have one just like it.

STO...

[both] See it. touch it, obtain it.

-Meech, you coming or what? -Yeah

We both go, or neither of us goes.

Nah, I can only pay for one.

We'll split it, then, right, bro?

Nah, bro.

Hey, what up, Pat?

♪ ♪

[tires screech]

[Older Meech] Letting my brother in the car

with me that day took us on a journey

beyond our wildest imaginations.

We built our family as we chased the American Dream

and lived like fucking kings--

partying, traveling, smashing honeys,

eating good, and rocking fly shit

in the coldest whips and cribs around the globe.

[chuckles] I ain't even gonna lie.

If I had to do it all over again,

I wouldn't change a motherfucking thing.

[Charlie] ♪ I got everything On the line ♪

♪ I'm out here I'm on the grind ♪

♪ Trying to get mine ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ A nigga move the weight ♪

♪ Trying to get the cake ♪

♪ I'm in and out of state ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many niggas fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪

♪ It go gram after gram ♪

♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many niggas fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

[50 Cent] ♪ The D's ain't that good ♪

♪ These niggas is ratting ♪

♪ They tell them What's going on ♪

♪ That's how they know What's happening ♪

♪ I'm riding With the top down ♪

♪ Trunk full of yola ♪

♪ Ghetto pharmaceutical ♪

♪ I move that Coca-Cola ♪

♪ Thousand grams of pure ♪

♪ Though I fuck With the weirdos ♪

♪ They snort away the pain ♪

♪ Bang their dope In their vein ♪

♪ Shorty crying Christmas ain't coming ♪

♪ Her pop's locked up ♪

♪ When it hurts the worst ♪

♪ Your ace find out She knocked up ♪

♪ Welfare ain't an option ♪

♪ When the Feds come knocking ♪

♪ It's all fucked up So wish me luck ♪

[Charlie] ♪ At least You could wish me luck ♪

♪ A nigga move the weight ♪

♪ Trying to get the cake ♪

♪ I'm in and out of state ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many niggas fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪

♪ It go gram after gram ♪

♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many niggas fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪

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