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Every time I wake up, I'm asking myself, "Who am I?"

You Raekwon the Chef, god.

How 'bout we turn on a flick or something?

You know, that always get my mind goin'.

Staten Island was like a haven and shit

for the mob back then.

But now we the new family putting all for the island.

That's who you are,

the Tony Montana of the streets.

Mm.

Ain't no competition, baby.

Of course it's competition.

You're going to be out as a solo artist now.

When people go to the store, they have to decide,

"Am I gonna buy Raekwon's album or someone else's?"

Yo, how the fuck we supposed to do a album

when--when-- with the loud-ass bird chirping

and--and this nigga fuckin' all the time?

I got the perfect solution:

Belize.

Do this whole fuckin' album out there, son.

Yo, son, we should have brought some Bajan honeys

out here on the boat with us.

Yo, what the fuck is Bajan?

Yo, son, we've been here a week,

and you don't know what Bajan is, son?

I mean, yo, you ain't learned shit.

Yo, what I learned was them racist mo'fuckers at the hotel

be treatin' the staff like fuckin' garbage,

son, like trash, son.

Word.

It might be time to go back to the city.

I've barely even wrote anything.

This trip was supposed to be inspirational.

Know what I mean?

Yo, you feel this fuckin' breeze?

The sun, the fuckin'-- we on the water and all that.

This is inspiration, god.

Yeah, yeah, I'm trying to give New York

what it's fiending for.

From the streets to the bank.

Can't keep doin' the same shit.

Can't think like we stagnated.

We gotta keep movin' forward, son.

Know what I mean? Gotta keep your head up.

God gotta--gotta evolve, gotta--gotta grow.

Know what I mean?

Take 'em on a journey of this crime shit, mafioso style.

Lex Diamond.

Why me?

You're running things now,

calling shots?

That purple shit you put on the street

really fucked things up.

Put you on top of the game.

But you got too big too quickly.

I've been in this game for years,

and there's rules to this shit.

Some niggas don't play by the rules.

There's always some new up-and-coming nigga

whose name you don't know until you do.

You know, when I got out after I did my last trip,

I went straight uptown.

Went up to Smooth Sal's.

Got me a three-piece suit.

What you gonna do?

I got some business to handle with my crew.

Yeah, I've been there too.

That's how I ended up on my second trip up north.

Know what I mean?

It's what I'm built for.

Know what I mean?

It's all I know.

I'm just a soldier headed for war.

Mm. Word.

How Steels doin'?

We find out who hit us?

Nah, not yet.

Hey, yo. Hey, yo, excuse me.

Yo, who the fuck was that, son?

I don't know, son. I don't know.

Excuse me, you see a guy come from this area?

He just left as I walked in.

Listen, we need somebody on his room 24/7.

Know what I mean?

How's he doin'?

Mr. Steels' neurological reflexes are good,

but there's still swelling around his brainstem.

Mr. Steels needs his rest.

I'ma wait outside.

You're home.

Not exactly the reunion I wanted.

How you doin', man?

I've been better.

Listen.

I need you to step up and handle business.

Take control of all the pieces on the board

and think moves ahead.

You feel me?

You know I ain't ever been one

for that--that-- that chess shit, son.

I'm--I'm more of a...

"deal with what's right in front of me" type of nigga.

Know what I mean?

Oh, it's gotta be more than that.

You been a rook for too long, kid.

That's not your role.

These guys, they're gonna be looking for leadership.

Lead.

I got you.

♪ Ma, throw down some money ♪

♪ The ice cream man is coming ♪

♪ Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts ♪

♪ French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe ♪

♪ Even caramel sundaes is getting touched ♪

♪ And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up ♪

♪ Yo, honey dip, summertime fine ♪

♪ Jheri dripping, seen you on Pitkins... ♪

Oh, yeah, we have a special guest.

What up? What up, man?

My man Lex Diamond

is back home and in the house.

Give it up, y'all.

All right, we got a new lady.

Show some love to Caramel Swirl.

♪ Attitude is very rude, boo ♪

♪ Crabby like seafood ♪

♪ It turns me on like Vine's Cee Allah Rule ♪

♪ They call me Starky Love, hon, check the strategy ♪

♪ By any means, Shirley Temple curls ♪

♪ Was done by Billie Jeans... ♪

Shoo! Yo, look, look.

There he is.

Look like you lost a couple pounds in there, son.

What's good, son?

Yeah, must've also hit them weights too.

- What's good? - Hey, yo, this is Noodles.

He wasn't with us when you went in, son.

To meet you, Lex. Heard a lot.

- Word. - Yo, before I forget,

gotta keep it with the fly shit now that you out.

Dyed these shits myself.

Tony Stark's exclusive right there.

Right here--it's what I like right here. Word.

It's right there. You know what I'm sayin'?

Word. Dude, yeah.

Aight.

Word.

So what we know?

What we doin' about it?

Ooh, so--

So Steels is in a hospital bed,

and y'all niggas is here doing what?

We been out there talkin', nigga,

but the streets ain't talkin' back.

The fuck you want us to do? Yo, look,

it ain't the same out there since you left.

There's more competition out there.

We gotta focus on our corner and what we put out there.

What competition? - Yo, these new silver tops.

They floodin' the market right now.

It's what the fiends want.

Then what we gonna do about it?

'Cause not only did we get hit,

these mo'fuckers,

they stealin' our customers too, son?

Lex, what the fuck you want us to do?

Go to war? And with who?

We don't even know where these mo'fuckers is coming from.

We have to do somethin'.

Who the fuck put you in charge?

I ain't say I was in charge.

Yo, yo, yo, chill out, aight?

Chill out. Take a breath. Relax.

Relax? Y'all niggas been relaxin' the whole time!

Take a breath. - Take a breath?

Y'all niggas is relaxing taking breaths.

I know what you need. Go ahead.

Shit, son.

Meet Mocha and Cookie, aight?

Mo'fucker got some tension and all that,

that need some releasing, aight?

You could help him out?

Today's Saturday.

Enjoy your Sunday.

We get to work on Monday, aight?

♪ When I get a bitch, I got a bitch ♪

♪ Right on, word up ♪

♪ Got motherfuckin' brother wise ♪

♪ You know what I'm saying? ♪

♪ Teaching the uncivilized ♪

♪ Yeah, runnin' the streets, you know it's deep ♪

♪ Word up, check his technique, yeah ♪

♪ I be Ghostface, flippin' the marvelous track ♪

♪ Yeah, you know the steelo ♪

He looks determined

without being ruthless.

Something heroic in his manner.

There's a courage about it.

Doesn't look like a killer.

Comes across so calm.

Acts like he has a dream, full of passion.

You don't trust me, huh?

Well, you know why.

I do.

We're not supposed to trust anyone

in our profession, anyway.

♪ Knock niggas out the box all the time ♪

♪ Niggas know my motherfuckin' repertoire ♪

♪ Big ones ♪

♪ Yeah, motherfucker ♪

♪ Straight up ♪

♪ I'll fuck your whole team up, take care of B.I., Chef ♪

♪ Yeah, bust it, yo, yo, fly G.I. niggas ♪

♪ Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out ♪

♪ It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto ♪

♪ We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases ♪

♪ Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces ♪

♪ Thug-related style attract millions, fans ♪

♪ They understand my plan ♪

♪ Who's the kid up in the green land? ♪

♪ Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose ♪

♪ Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised ♪

♪ Fake be fronting ♪

♪ Hourglass-heads niggas be wanting ♪

♪ Shutting down your slot, time for pumping ♪

♪ Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps ♪

♪ Rae's a heavy generator ♪

♪ But yo, guess who's the Black Trump ♪

♪ Dough be flowing by the hours Wu, we got the collars ♪

♪ Scholars, word life, peace to Power and my whole unit ♪

♪ Word up, quick to set it, don't wet it ♪

♪ Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut ♪

♪ Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out ♪

♪ It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto ♪

♪ We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases ♪

Got any money?

No.

Okay.

Yo, come on, son. Watch out.

It's the game me and Steels was playin'.

Hey, yo, you got Rollie by Steels' door?

Yeah. We swapped shifts.

Yo, I know those girls turned you out.

Hey, yo, you not gonna say thank you, nigga?

Where you been at, man?

I heard it's been real soggy in these streets, son.

When you got competition gunnin' for you,

you can do two things.

One, eliminate the competition.

Hell yeah. Been waitin' to get back

at these mo'fuckers, right, niggas?

Word.

Or two, put out better product.

That's what we gonna do, put out better product.

Fuck them red tops. Fuck them blue tops.

Fuck them silver tops too, nigga.

We're going with purple tops.

I gave y'all a--a recipe when I went in.

I'm out.

It's time to cook some new shit.

This shit right here, son...

that shit 'bout to put us back on top.

Yeah, but that don't mean fiends gonna cop

just 'cause the shit look different.

We gonna reup. We gonna scale up.

We gonna flood the market. Know what I mean?

Sell cheap, get the fiends hooked.

Trust me, nigga, these fiends taste this shit,

they not gonna want nothing else.

Go get this shit on the street.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, let me talk to you real quick.

I don't know you that well.

We short on manpower, so you gonna have to pull your weight.

That's what I do.

I mean, but we gonna need a bigger kitchen, though,

if you're really trying to scale up.

Restaurant next door just closed down.

Shit could be convenient.

Maybe I can get them to sell.

Yeah. Yeah, aight.

See what you find out.

Peace.

♪ Original bloodclat bad boys ♪

♪ Who come to get you, none, they want guns ♪

♪ I be the first to set off shit, last to run ♪

♪ Wu roll together as one ♪

♪ I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it ♪

♪ This goes for niggas who know ♪

♪ Wu will grow like yayo, lay low ♪

♪ Plus cooling in Barbados ♪

♪ Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit ♪

♪ Stay cool, papa, seen you with enough shit ♪

♪ Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged up ♪

♪ Your niggas act up, what? ♪

♪ Blow up they workers if they have to ♪

♪ Señoritas fucking up a storm, buyin' gods margaritas ♪

♪ Sucking his dick up in the whip long ♪

♪ Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas ♪

♪ Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas ♪

♪ Silks Wally, wear a Figaro chain, yeah ♪

♪ Jakes beware of Black rap millionaires ♪

♪ Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year ♪

Nah, I'm good.

Looking for them purple tops.

♪ Wu roll together as one ♪

♪ I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one ♪

♪ Solid gold crown is shining ♪

♪ We're blinding like some diamonds ♪

♪ I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver linings ♪

♪ Double-breasted, bulletproof vested, well protected ♪

♪ The heart, the ribcage, the chest, and solar plexus ♪

♪ Casting stones, cracking two hundred and six bones ♪

♪ And watch your ass get thrown ♪

♪ To a sea of fire and brimstone ♪

♪ How dare you approach it with them poems? ♪

♪ The overfiend, light nova beam gleam ♪

♪ Show 'em what a soldier mean ♪

♪ The grand exquisite imperial wizard or is it ♪

♪ The RZArector come to pay your ass a visit? ♪

♪ Local biochemical, universal giant, the Black general ♪

♪ Licking shots at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial ♪

♪ Happy millennium two thousand ♪

♪ Microchips, two shots of penicillin ♪

♪ Goes up your adrenaline, son, it's time for bouting ♪

♪ It's a model you're resembling ♪

♪ The niggas who like following ♪

♪ Trapped inside your projects ♪

♪ Like a genie inside the bottle and ♪

♪ God stepping forth ♪

♪ Upon holy ground of the track ♪

♪ It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me ♪

♪ Like I'm under attack ♪

♪ So I decided to bite down on the mic ♪

♪ So the pain of the track... ♪

Salut.

♪ Won't deny the fact that I'm the master ♪

♪ For what lurks is an expert that hurts ♪

Yo, cap, when you get home, son?

- Oh, just this week. - You mean? Aight.

- This your joint? - Yeah.

Not technically, but yeah. It's all in the family.

What you got goin'?

My uncle got me a job as a security guard,

working a graveyard shift and shit, nigga.

You know how that go.

What, you trying to do something more?

I could use somebody like you, son.

I appreciate that. You know I do.

Gotta keep my nose clean for right now.

Man, aight, it's all good.

Hey, yo, sweetheart. Come here. Get my man a drink.

- Word. - Anything he need, actually.

Just take care of him, aight? All right, boy.

Damn.

You have not wasted any time

since you've gotten home, have you?

Detective Greco.

So you're running things now, huh?

Calling shots?

It ain't even like that, son.

- It ain't even like that? - Nah, son.

Minding my business, son. - Okay.

Minding your business, yee!

Hey, you know that, uh, that restaurant next door,

I hear the kitchen is dirty.

I don't know, maybe a health inspector

should go and take a look.

Whoo.

Relax, Lex.

I'm not here to arrest you again.

I mean, not yet at least.

See, what you gotta understand

is I am the least of your problems.

The least.

You know, you--you-- you come home, you sweep in.

You take over the streets as quick as you did.

You don't think that puts a bigger target on your back?

We don't need protection.

Everybody needs protection.

Come on.

What's the number?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe 50 Gs a week...

for now.

Booyah!

Who hit Steels?

Now, what would you do with all that information,

except spill more blood?

Now, drugs, we can abide.

Homicide's gonna get you locked up.

But you already know that, don't you?

I ain't kill nobody, son.

Sure, you didn't.

You're a good leader, Lex.

Bobby would be really proud.

Welcome home.

Hey, Tony, Lex is here.

Blue, how you doin'?

I ain't know which one, so...

- Hmm. Let's open both. - Yeah.

Let's get you a home-cooked meal.

You'll be a good influence for Tony.

The rematch is set for October 9th, Vegas MGM Grand.

We should go. - Let's do it.

I thought you were too busy to leave the city.

Here we fuckin' go.

I wanted to go on vacation. You said you was busy.

I am busy.

Them earrings you got,

this crib, how you think I can afford all that fly shit?

Not by working. That's for damn sure.

The fuck you know about work?

More than you.

Yeah, you spend your days in the fuckin' strip club.

I cooked this food you're eatin'.

Mm-hmm.

Lex cooks the crack you sellin'.

What do that leave you to do? Hmm?

Oh, yeah, look for any excuse to bust your gun.

You ever wonder what your life would be like

if you didn't take the rap for his sorry ass?

If he went away instead of you?

Maybe you should take her on vacation, son.

Man, fuck all that. She'll be aight.

Greco stopped by the club today.

Shakedown, talkin' 'bout 50 Gs a week.

Hey, don't tell me you paid this nigga.

The fuck was I supposed to do?

Know what I mean?

It's the cost of doin' business.

Small tax for what we bring in a week.

Yeah, but Steels ain't never pay no fuckin' cops.

I'm not fuckin' Steels, nigga.

I'm here doin' the best I can until this nigga get back.

And if Steels did pay the cops,

maybe he wouldn't even be in the fuckin' hospital.

Yeah, well, maybe if we hit back at every corner

in the city like I've been fuckin' sayin',

they'd know not to fuck with our family.

Yo, we'll talk later about that vacation, aight?

You know I love you, right?

I love you too.

Oh, shit! Get down! Ah!

Ahh! Fuck!

You good?

Yeah. - Let's do this.

What the fuck am I payin' you for?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Calm down.

Don't tell me to calm down.

My boys just got hit.

I tried to warn you you'd have a target

on your back, didn't I?

Give me a fuckin' name.

I--I ain't got a fuckin' name.

You know something. I can tell from your eyes.

Listen. I'm sorry about your brothers.

I really am. But you gotta sit tight, man.

You gotta sit tight and let me work it, aight?

Don't do anything stupid.

The next time I see you,

you better have something for me.

Violence erupted in a bloody gangland war

in Staten Island last night.

There were four separate incidents

with multiple casualties.

The incidents appear to be interrelated.

Yo, son, you talk to Max?

Yeah, he took Steels somewhere upstate.

Didn't even tell me, just to be safe.

Greco ain't doin' shit, son.

Hey, yo, we need to hit back at fuckin' everybody.

I don't think that's the move.

What you mean, you don't think that's the move?

These motherfuckers hit us one time,

you tell me to chill.

They hit us again, and you wanna do what?

Nothing?

These motherfuckers gonna think we are weak.

We are weak.

Look around. It's just you and me here.

I don't give a fuck about none of that.

I ain't scared of nobody. - No one's scared.

But I ain't reckless either, son.

We not alone.

Know what I mean? We got allies.

We need to figure out which ones we can trust.

I wanna love him.

But what if he hurts me?

Oh, no, no.

♪ May as well, may as well ♪

♪ May as well do it ♪

♪ 'Cause if you think it ♪

♪ You may as well do it ♪

Before I bought this place, it used to be a comedy club.

Esco, we ain't here for small talk.

I understand.

First, let me offer my condolences.

If I can do anything, you know I got you.

You could tell us what you know.

If I knew anything, you'd know.

So you tellin' me

you ain't have nothin' to do with this shit?

I got enough motherfuckers

here at home to worry about.

No disrespect to y'all, but here on 139 & Lenox,

I got bigger things on my plate.

So what's your soldiers on the streets talkin' 'bout?

Only thing I hear is that them silver tops are dead.

Them purple tops is what all the fiends want,

even up here in the Bronx.

Y'all killin' it out there. - Yeah, aight.

So you sayin' that's why someone gunnin' for us?

Could be. Jealous ones envy.

Yeah, but somebody tried to take a hit at us

before we put out the new product.

True. I don't know.

Can't speculate. You speak to Frank yet?

What did Frank have to say?

You should probably talk to Frank.

Fuck this nigga Frank!

We been paging this motherfucker all day.

You sure you got the right number?

Nah, look, we ain't have no issues gettin' a sit-down

with nobody else.

This flowerpot-head motherfucker

is trying to play us like some bitches.

He might call back. Fuck that.

That nigga dodgin' us

'cause he's the one that's responsible.

Frank White? From Brooklyn?

You know him?

The new girl, Caramel, she's from Brooklyn.

She tellin' all the girls about all the stuff he buys her.

- You using your code? - He might be busy.

What am I supposed to say to him if he calls back?

That you wanna see him.

Tell him--tell him you want him to shit on you.

- What? - I don't know.

Say some freaky shit.

You said y'all be fucking, right?

You ain't gonna do nothin' to him?

Just wanna talk to him.

Hey, daddy.

Sorry, Mr. White,

but these gentlemen just burst in and--

It's all good.

Lex Diamond, Tony Starks, welcome to Blanco's.

Pull up a chair.

Let's get y'all some food.

What you like-- steak, lobster, pasta?

We got the best chef in the city.

Can he make grits?

Yo, bring my man some fried fish and grits.

And for my man? - I'm good.

Bring him a New York strip, medium.

Hey, yo. Well done.

Relax, playboy. This ain't no setup.

I ain't got no beef with y'all.

Even if I did, I don't shit where I eat.

I was just takin' in the spot.

It's a nice place.

Lacks the entertainment value of Scoops,

but we putting a stage up front

for singers and such, know what I'm sayin'?

Copying Esco's shit with the singers, huh?

Why don't you get your own shit?

It's not like he's the first to offer food and live music.

So you say you don't got beef with us,

but we had to come find you.

Why you duckin'?

If I was duckin' you,

would we be having this conversation?

Y'all here 'cause y'all think I had something

to do with that, but that's not how I roll.

If I got a problem with a nigga, that nigga gonna know.

None of that snake shit. That's my word.

All due respect, your word don't mean shit to me.

Why should I trust you? - You shouldn't.

I don't trust nobody.

But ask yourselves,

why would I wanna start a war with y'all?

Because you can't push that weak shit

now that our product is in the streets.

I can't front.

Y'all did change up the game with that shit.

But that just mean we gotta come back

with somethin' better.

That's the game.

There's enough money to go around.

So who then? 'Cause it's not adding up.

It's not adding up.

I went to every borough.

Nobody got a name for me.

I've been in this game for years.

There's rules to this shit.

Some niggas don't play by the rules.

We didn't when we was young and hustling, right?

There's always some new up-and-coming nigga

whose name you don't know until you do.

Best chef in the city.

Enjoy.

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♪ Poisonous ♪

♪ Poisonous paragraphs smash your phonograph in half ♪

♪ It be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath ♪

I don't trust him.

♪ 'Causin' ruckus like the aftermath ♪

♪ When guns blast, run fast ♪

I don't gotta trust him to believe him.

♪ Rhymes runnin' wild ♪

♪ Like a child in a walker ♪

♪ I scored from the inner slums abroad ♪

Yo, someone lying to us, son.

This little diplomacy shit you got goin' on ain't working.

Hey, yo, son, Steels told me to step up.

That's what I'm doing, son.

Yo, what you wanna do, son? You got a better idea?

You wanna go hit some random niggas, huh?

Yeah, at least it would show

that we ain't the ones to be fucking' with.

Come on, son.

We tried this shit your way,

and now our brothers is gone.

Sometimes you gotta get your hands a little bloody

to make mo'fuckers understand.

Get your hands bloody.

Hey, yo.

Hey, yo, what happened the last time you popped off

on somebody, son?

That's what I fuckin' thought! Nothing!

I took that biscuit!

That was me! Know what I mean? I ate that bid!

Don't fuckin' talk to me

about getting your hands fuckin' bloody, son!

♪ Killa Beez is what I sponsor ♪

♪ Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare ♪

♪ When I fuck, I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs ♪

♪ Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers ♪

Hey, yo.

I don't wanna hear that shit, son.

- Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah. - Nah, son.

Hey, yo, that's the same fuckin' SUV

from the other night.

Hey, drop me off up here.

Swing back around the block.

Get the fuck out the car.

Look what I found under his seat.

You use that to shoot up my crib,

trying to kill me and my family?

Hmm. Who gave the order?

Fuck you.

You think whoever you protecting

is gonna do the same for you?

You won't get what you want, aight?

You gonna kill me, just do it.

Yo, son, you still got that rope in your car?

Aight, son, you get one last chance.

Give me a name.

I can't. I tell you, I'm a dead man.

Come on. Don't do this, please. Come on. Come on.

Pain is a great motivator.

No, no, no, no, no!

We don't like that, do we? You know what I need, man.

Give me my information. Who do you work for?

Hey, yo, he might have fuckin' passed out.

The fuck! Pull him up, man.

- Yo! - Oh, shit!

I told you to pull him up. - I did pull him up.

It fucking ripped his shit off.

You couldn't have done it slower, son?

What the fuck you think was gonna happen

when we hang a nigga off the roof by his dick?

Is he fuckin' dead?

The fuck you mean, is he fucking dead?

Of course, he's fucking dead! We're 12 stories up!

You heard the nigga body go splash, son!

Let's get the fuck outta here! - Fuck!

Whoever he worked for, he had him shook.

Gotta be Frank.

We picked up the tail right after that fuckin' meeting.

I don't know. Maybe.

Yo, you know you my brother, right?

So if I--if I never said thank you--

Breaking news.

There was a ghastly murder this evening

in Brooklyn as a police officer

was dropped from a building... A police officer?

Yo, the cops shot up my crib? That means that--

Greco was behind this shit the whole time.

Still waiting on more details.

All we know is Officer Rodney Barnes,

an officer in the narcotics task force...

- I can figure this out. - Yo, it don't matter.

They gonna be coming for us. We gotta move.

Go upstate, link up with Steels and Max.

Oh, nah, son. He can find us wherever we go.

Can't stay here. Sooner or later,

them motherfuckin' cops is gonna be here to arrest us.

Nah, they not gonna arrest us.

Nah, he'll wanna finish what he started.

Yo, who you callin'?

We gotta buy some time, son.

They want a news story, got a big tip for 'em.

Fuck! What the fuck is this?

Freeze! Hands behind your head!

Hands up. Get on the wall.

Get on the wall. Let me see your hands.

Smile for the cameras, man.

Hey, keep your fucking mouth shut!

I see.

So you think this, uh, this little stunt

is gonna save you?

You still don't know how shit works, do you?

Secure the building!

Confiscate money, drugs, anything you find.

Anybody get out of place, you put a bullet in 'em.

I'm gonna personally escort these VIPs

down to the precinct.

You thought having a few cameras

and cleaning up your spot was gonna prevent me

from doing what I gotta do?

A for effort, fellas. A for effort.

But you see, you didn't think things through.

Can't kill a cop and get away with it.

But you can kill our brothers

and get away with it? - Life's not fair, is it?

Steels wasn't gonna pay you.

That's why you tried to take him out.

Look at you startin' to put things together.

I tried to convince Steels a few times,

but he was too stubborn.

Only wanted to do things his way, so he had to go.

But why me? I was--

I paid your tax. I was playin' along.

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, I didn't wanna kill you.

I need you.

Well, I needed you.

But you just happened to be at Tony's that night,

and he was the real target.

Fuck you, motherfucker! Fuck you!

You know, that purple shit you put on the street

really fucked things up, man.

Put you on top of the game.

But you got too big too quickly.

When that happens, gotta chop you down to size,

weaken your position.

Because when there's no competition on the street,

ooh, it is dangerous.

Dangerous for who?

For the balance of things.

Competition is what makes people

fight against each other.

It keeps people fightin' against each other.

It's what makes a man say, "I want what the next man has,

and I'm gonna take it."

This drug war is the forever war.

We, the cops, are the winners of that war.

Crime pays.

See, the politicians make sure we get more money each year

to protect the people from the violent criminals.

And the violent criminals, like yourself,

pay us to look the other way.

It is a win-win.

And that's why we are the most successful motherfucking gang

in this city!

You wanna know how we stay on top?

Because we're smarter than you,

make moves ahead of you.

You play chess?

Never really got the appeal.

Yeah, I can tell.

You ain't gonna uncuff us first?

Fuckin' pussy.

They lunged for my weapon.

I felt threatened.

Blah, blah, blah.

You know what the fuckin' problem is?

You think you're the king of New York, but you're not.

You're not!

You're just a pawn in my fucking game.

And it's a shame.

We could have made some money together.

- Yo, y'all aight in there? - Hell no.

The fuck took you so long?

Yo, yo, son, get the key, son.

Come on, come on.

You're gonna-- you're gonna kill me,

and then what?

Huh?

And then what? Huh?

You're gonna fucking kill me?

You still ain't thought shit through, man.

You still ain't thought shit through, motherfucker!

I'm more of a "deal with what's right in front of me"

type of nigga.

Know what I mean?

Okay, so, um, as you all know,

we are here today

because we, uh, we rooted out some corruption.

Only a matter of time

'fore them Jakes try to hit us again.

Maybe Greco was the head of the snake.

Know what I mean?

But who is that, son?

We know we have, um, lost a few officers.

Uh, those officers failed

to uphold the oath that they had sworn--

Yo, why this nigga look mad familiar?

That's because that's our guy.

Oh, this guy.

- Yo. - How y'all feelin', man?

I, uh, I've been better.

The doctor says that I'll be walking in a bit.

Yeah, man. Bullet went in and out.

We some ragtag-looking mo'fuckers, though.

Hey, yo, what you mean, he's our guy?

He's on our payroll.

Okay, so now I'll take some questions.

Yo, son, he was in the hospital.

So you had this in motion before you got hit?

When Greco tried to shake me down,

I figured we gotta do somethin' about that.

So I thought maybe we flip somebody on the inside,

go about it that way.

But you can only win if you take control

of all the pieces.

I wasn't expecting Greco to come back

the way he did, though.

Yo, to our brothers

who couldn't be here to celebrate our success.

No more obstacles.

The city is ours to take.

And you, not only did you hold it down,

you put us back on top.

I'm thinking maybe it's time for you

to get your own crew and help us expand.

It's all about branding.

I gotta establish my brand musically.

It's a lot of tapes out there. Know what I mean?

I want my shit to be different, recognizable.

Know what I mean?

It's competitive out there in these streets,

and so we gotta set ourselves apart.

And I'm fuckin' with this.

I'm fuckin' with this, son. What you think?

- Hell yeah. - Nice, right?

Yeah. I mean, purple is the color of royalty,

and we kings and all that.

So shit make sense to me.

Kings of New York after we drop this shit.

Word. I'm tryin' to tell you, son,

I'm changing the game right here.

Right. So colored tapes are a bit more expensive.

We'll have to check with Steve and then--

Ain't no checking.

What you mean, check with Steve?

I'm telling you.

Uh, right. I understand, but--

But? Son, ain't no but.

What? Ain't no but. It's my album. It's my album.

My shit gonna be purple.

Make that shit happen for me.

Right. Yeah, yeah, we'll make it happen.

I know you gonna make it happen.

Hey, yo, what's that purple shit

you got right there?

You ain't hear this shit?

Nah.

You gonna love it.

Nothin' like this out there.

Here, check it out.

Who the fuck you think you're talking to, huh?

Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?

Do you wanna go to war? Do you wanna go to war?

♪ Coming up on half a mil ♪

We'll take you to war, okay?

♪ Yo, first of all, son, peep the arson ♪

♪ Many brothers I be sparkin' ♪

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♪ Call me dough snatcher ♪

♪ Just the brother for the rapture ♪

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♪ You adapt like a flashback, chain reaction ♪

♪ Lace them niggas, son ♪

♪ AK's black, bust back ♪

♪ Like seventy MACs ♪

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♪ Knowin' my steez, black ♪

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♪ Marvelous menace for society ♪

♪ But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost ♪

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♪ The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit ♪

♪ Do-or-die shit, I'll take your lye and shit ♪

♪ And then you know I'm runnin' through the penal ♪

♪ Foul, fall through, child was wild ♪

♪ The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what? ♪

♪ One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid ♪

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♪ And the nigga chain was truck? ♪

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♪ Jet-black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga ♪

♪ Much love go to New York City ♪

♪ All my Tommy Hil', ice-rockin' niggas ♪

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