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(object squeaking)

(object banging)

(door thuds)
(rap music)

* Got my stock going way off

* Yeah, run around by myself

* Be fine by myself

* I don't need no one help

* I don't need no one else

* Built it by myself

* Bourbon from top shelf, yeah

* I don't need no one

* I don't need no one

- [Mario] Growing
up where I'm from,

school shopping means
something totally different

than I'm sure you remember.

* I don't need no one else

* Built it by myself

* Bourbon from top shelf

* I don't even,
I don't want it

* I ain't got no
label or a manager

* Gotta keep my percentages

- [Mario] With all that
running through the projects,

running from
principals in school,

dodging enemies,

you would never think

I used to be a fat
kid, right? (scoffs)

* I guess I'm a hoarder now

* Stakes been high, take
a look at my steak

* My steak been looking
like porter house

* Brand new LLC, new EIN

* Had to open up more accounts

* Guess I'm back in my bag

* My bag, my bag been
looking like more amounts

* People got me like, yeah

* Run around by myself

* Be fine by myself

* I don't need one help

* I don't need no one else

* Built it by myself

* Bourbon from top shelf

* I don't need no one-

Oh, yeah.

* Run around by myself

* Be fine by myself

* I don't need no one help

* I don't need no one else

* Built it by myself

* Bourbon from top shelf

* Yeah, I don't
even know no one

* Been up all day until-

(door slams)

* They start
getting challenged

* Then they say that
I ain't playing fair

(footsteps scurrying)
* I showed them receipts

- What the fuck?
(gun bangs)

Motherfucker, come
here, motherfucker.

I know who the fuck you is.

I know who you is, motherfucker.

I know you.
(gun bangs)

Motherfucker, damn.
(empty gun clicks)

Shit!

Fuck! Shit!
(rap music)

Fuck! Damn!

Fuck!
(rap music)

* Talking like a CEO
but boy you ain't-

- You see, to make
it where I'm from,

you gotta be willing
to do whatever.

Niggas don't care
that you broke.

Shit, everybody broke.

They don't care that you hungry.

We all hungry.
(air whooshing)

It's about what
the fuck you want.

I figured it out real quick.

* All right, yeah

* They say it couldn't be done

* But we moving along

* I like proving me right
more than proving I'm wrong

* But always end up doing both

* High like the sun

* I'mma catch steam

* I can ran a whole
city off the energy

* My ex decided to
settle for a bum

* 'Cause she couldn't
find a better me

* She would've had to
look for a century

* I'm in the mud
with the goonies

* I'm making it out

* Made the game and
I'm saying my vows

* I never turn on the people-

(kids playfully yelling)

* They said it
couldn't be done

* But I went from a novice
to turning a profit

* I drop in and the lights
is on, it be silence

* But now if I drop it

* I gotta a whole
flood in the comments

* Yeah, it all nothing
but guidance from me

* Get out the way-

(basketball rim clanks)

Hey, yo, lemme get a shot.

(ball pounds)
(children chattering)

- All right, little, bro.
- All right.

(children chattering)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

Hey, yo.

(suspenseful music)

- You Mario, right?
- Yeah, who's asking?

No smoke, G.

Giving a friendly warning.

The boys on you.

Oh, I know them boys on me.

I know them niggas, homie.

- Hey, nigga.
- Yo.

- Come here, lemme
holler at you.

What's up, nigga?

What you doing over here?

- You ain't supposed
to be around here.

(tense music)

(ominous music)

- Which one of
y'all I stole from?

- (laughs) Stole from?
- Stole from?

(fist pounds)

(ominous music)

(men scuffling)

- (Mario grunting)
- Bitch.

(fists pounding)
(Mario moans)

- Bitch! (murmuring)
(ominous music)

(tense music)

Yo, chill, nigga.

(gun bangs)
(man coughs)

(eerie music)

(gun banging)
(ominous music)

(tense music)

(reflective music)

(reflective music continues)

(ominous music)

(tense music)

(ominous music)

(man coughs)

- Nah fam, this one mine.
- Hey, chill, nigga.

(gun clip clanks)

Nigga, chill!

(gun banging)

- [Mario] And that's
when I knew it.

Nobody gives a fuck
if niggas kill niggas.

As long as what we doing
ain't hurting them.

Nobody would ever look for us.

So I decided to
get money for it.

(dramatic music)

- [Reporter] Drug
trafficking charges

are sending a Robson
County man to prison

for more than a decade.

Sheriff's office responded
to a community complaint

about at drug sale at a home.

* I'm talking dope boy shit

- [Reporter] He tried
to reach the gun

along with a bag of cocaine,
crack, marijuana and-

* A lot of niggas getting
killed now a days

* A lot of bitches sucking and
fucking and going both ways

* A lot of niggas finessing
just trying to get paid

* A lot of niggas claiming
that they got that paper

* Got that bag

* I'm talking dope
boy shit, woo

* Dope boy shit, woo

* I'm talking dope boy shit

* Let's talk this
dope boy shit

* Dope boy shit, yeah

* They can suck this
dope boy dick, ah, what

* Put it on a scale nigga

* Never never lie

* I remember on that south
side selling two for five

* I remember when my club died

* I ain't had no bricks

* I remember when my dog died

* So I mixed it with a fifty

* If you ain't
getting no money

* I don't wanna talk to you

* Coo canary blue

* I macheted the roof

* I'm a hustler, too

* I need a hustler
boo that cook

* The way you whip it baby, oh

* Stop playing with the money

* I done had enough

(rap music)

* While I'm bagging up

* Them niggas lying if they said
they ain't seen me with it

* Them bitches lying if
they say I ain't handle

* I'm talking dope
boy shit, woo

* Dope boy shit, yeah

* I'm talking dope boy shit

* Let's talk this
dope boy shit

* Dope boy shit

* I'm talking dope boy shit

* Yeah, yeah

* A lot of niggas getting
killed now a days

* A lot of bitches sucking and
fucking and going both ways

- [Mario] I put a crew
of killers together.

You remember Rell?

Yeah, that's my right-hand man.

He like a brother to me.

I'd go to hell and back for
this dude and I mean it.

That's my boy, Bama.

He used to fuck my ex.

Shit, that's how
I met the nigga.

We got into a fight
over a thot bitch.

(dramatic music)

We laugh about that shit now.

He swear he beat my ass
but we know the truth.

What up, my nigga?

- You good?
- You know it.

- You ready for this shit?
- Hell yeah.

- That bitch, that's Zo.
- Yo, Zo.

- [Mario] I don't
really know her.

She only been with us
for a couple months.

What's going on?

Y'all niggas ready or what?

Lay some motherfuckers down.

That's what we doing.

- Oh, let's ride.
- Get the work.

(rap music)

(rap music continues)

(doors slams)

[Mario] So right around here,

and they should be here.

Where these fucking niggas at?

We about to be right there.

- Why you worried about
where the niggas at?

You fuck bitches.

- I'm talking about
for this money, nigga.

Shut the fuck up.

- [Mario] I can't put
my finger on on it

but it's something I
don't trust about her.

She part of the North World GDs.

I usually don't fuck with them
nigga but Bama vouch for her.

- Shit be getting me
excited, you feel me?

I love this shit, nigga!

- (gun banging)
- What the fuck!

Fuck, man.

The fuck is wrong
with you, nigga?

I be getting excited.

I trust this nigga but sometimes
he's too fucking crazy.

A real Wild, Wild
West motherfucker.

But we need a nigga
who ain't scared

to put that heat on that nigga.

Know that shit cold, though.

Women and children
are off limits.

- It's four rules to live by.
- Off limit for y'all.

- When you in this life.
- I don't give a fuck.

- You always thinking about the
bitches, women and children.

- Women.
- I'm just being logical.

- Women off limits.
- Fuck you, nigga.

Stop thinking with your pussy.

Get your head in the game.

It's our shit.

Fucking dope boys.

Fuck North World.
It's our world!

You feel me?

- Feel that shit.
- Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah.

I'm with you.

I'm with you my
nigga, I feel that.

I don't know.

- Hey, all right,
so right over here.

They on the block right here.

Get ready, Mario.

- You get ready, Rell.
- Oh, I'm ready.

- Rell, do not leave his
fucking car for nothing.

I don't give a fuck what go on.

Nigga! I'm sorry.

This is my first day of school.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

- Nigga, this my shit!
- Letting you know.

I'm just letting you know.

Slow down, slow down, slow down.

All right, I got it.

I'm gonna put it on
the creep, man, chill.

You ready, you ready, Zo?

You see I'm ready, nigga.

Alright.

Slow down, slow, slow, slow.

You see the tall nigga.

I'mma lay him down first.

The short nigga-

- [Mario] Rule number
one, know who you hitting.

Corner boys.

Small traps.

No hitters.

No kingpins.

- (tense music)
- Get them niggas.

- [Mario] Rule number
two, move fucking fast!

- Yo, put your
fucking gloves on.

[Zo] Fuck that shit.

My fucking fingers be slipping.

[Rell] Get up.

[Mario] Rule number three

and probably one of
the most important.

Never and I mean never,

under any circumstances
do you take drugs.

Don't matter if it's weed,
coke, meth or powder.

All of it is dangerous.

Taking that shit means

you need to go get
that off somewhere.

I don't care where you are.

- Man, what the fuck, man?
- Every B-boy know.

- I ain't got shit.
- They on shit.

I ain't got shit.

I ain't got shit.

All right.

Cool, what the fuck,
fucking stupid ass niggas.

Y'all done fucked up.

Y'all don't even know who
y'all fucking with. (laughing)

- Cool.
- She crazy, yo.

- [Mario] Rule number four,
my favorite fucking rule.

Don't be afraid to kill nobody.

[Zo] Shut the fuck up!

You don't know what
you talking about.

- [Mario] That shit just
might fall back on you.

- Y'all don't fucking
listen to this nigga.

He don't fucking know me.

Yeah, bitch.

You GD.

I know you.

You a dead nigga.

Shut!

Yo, he don't know me.

Y'all know me.

- If North World finds
out she's a part of us,

anybody she knows is dead!
(gun banging)

(rap music)

I hated to do a little homie
like that but we had to.

The city is too dangerous
for any loose end.

(man whistling)

- Hey, could you be careful?
- Of course.

Better?

I swear, you scratch my car...

I scratch your car, what?

It's okay.

I'm sure Coop will
take care of you.

Yeah, man. I got it, man.

Hey, go and get
off the clock, man.

[Mario] Rell, he became a cop

to get more info on the
dope Boys in North World.

- Yo, your monkey
can't run forever!

Mario!

Come holler at me, boy.

Officers, make it quick.

I'm on the clock.

- Now, I don't think I
should have to ask him again.

What you think, Rell?

- I don't think we shoulda
asked the first time.

Hey, yo, Coop, you good?

That's his new partner.

Some bitch ass rookie cop

that think he can make a
fucking difference in the world.

Yeah, so how can I
be of any assistance

to you officers today?

Oh, Officer Wright, man.

We got ourselves a comedian here

like a a Great Value Chris Rock.

- Now, I know you
ain't dumb enough

to go out last night, right?

'Cause you still on
probation, ain't you?

- Y'all the officers,
look that shit up.

- Look, but I'm
gonna ask you anyway

'cause you motherfuckers
around here,

you see, y'all ain't too bright.

What you know about them people
getting popped last night?

People getting popped?

I don't know nothing about that.

I mean are you
homicide, are you narcs?

'Cause I hear a real conflict
of interest type of thing

going on from the both of y'all.

- This guy right here.
- Look.

I know you know that
Zo got shot last night.

Oh, you know I know?

First of all, I don't
know nobody named Zo.

Nobody by that
names, so come again.

- Nigga, we know
you know who she-

You know what?

Let us get up outta here.

About to toss your skinny
motherfucker ass in the river.

Get to tossin' then, nigga.

- I know, I know Zo part
of your crew, all right?

Y'alls little street code
shit y'all got going,

is gonna get you real
fucked up out here, Mario.

- Hey, be sure to
shoot a new buck.

Fuck you, nigga.

- Ain't nobody gonna
miss you, nigga.

[Mario] I hear you.

Welcome to Vista
County, North Carolina.

I live in a place
called The Bottoms,

the most hopeless
place in America.

Dropout rate? 78%.

Unemployment, teen
pregnancy is even higher

but what's even higher
than that is that murder.

There are only 80,000
of us in the city,

Black people that is.

And one in three gets
killed before 25.

(rap music)

Hey, yo, Mario.

What was all that about earlier?

It's cops being cops.

That ain't nothing.

Ain't nothing?

Man, please don't bring
that bullshit around my way.

I run the honest business here.

You know me.

Come on, Coop.

You right. I do know you.

That's what I'm
telling you, man.

Don't bring that
bullshit around here.

All right, have you thought
about what we talked about?

- Ain't nobody thinking
about that shit.

Why not?

- I don't wanna run
your fucking tire shop.

- Bro, you been in and
outta jail all your life.

I'm trying to give
you a way out, bro.

To have your life more suitable.

Yeah, I respect that.

But nah, I'm gonna pass on it.

Oh, you can pass on it?

So what's your way
out? The streets?

So you think it's cool

because you listen
to this rap music

and they talking about
it's all right to kill,

steal and sell drugs?

Man, we losing our young
Black men because of that.

- Coop, I ain't thinking
about no damn rap music.

Never thought about
being a rapper.

None of that.

Listen, now what you do?

You go to church every Sunday

and you fill that
collection plate up.

But you come back to your own
business and you struggle.

You can't even keep
the lights on here.

But you paying a Jesus.

You need to get your
beliefs in the real world

broken apart.

And holler at me when
you figure it out.

I hear you, man.

I hear you, man.

Yeah.

(rap music)

[Mario] You see?

This city is divided
into two parts.

The Bottoms and
the North World Gs.

The Bottoms is where all
the drug dealers live.

Real unorganized motherfuckers.

Easy to target.

Easy to steal from.

But we not trying to hit too
much in our own backyard,

only when it's a
good opportunity.

We mainly hit those
North World niggas.

They very organized
and dangerous.

That's why we always stay
a step ahead of them.

They don't know us.

So they think they
getting hit by dope boys.

Not no regular niggas
with no gang affiliation.

It's the perfect crime

as long as you can
keep a low profile.

Police too scared they'll ever
come to this neighborhood.

So nobody cares
who lives or dies.

Although we do get these
fucking narcs from time to time,

real crooked ass niggas.

(rap music)

One thing I will
never understand

is how a person does a crime
and keeps all the evidence.

(rap music)

(car engine revving)

(rap music)

(dramatic music)

* You don't give it up

* I'm taking it
straight from you

* When I cashed out

* Oh, I spazzed out

(rap music)

(car doors slams)

Hey, yo, on some real shit,

I'm still not feeling giving
this nigga all lot of money.

You know what I'm saying?

What if he try to fuck us over?

What if something
happen to this nigga?

See. you don't listen.

I told you AK run
everything over here.

It's the safest place
to keep our money.

I mean, unless you
want to open an account

in the National
Bank or something.

Whatever, man.

Yeah, I thought so.

Oh yeah, and keep in mind,

this shit right
here, you fuck it up,

if any of us fuck
it up, we both dead.

Man, come on, man.

Fuck out-

- [Mario] I knew given our
money that AK was a risk.

There was no other alternative.

Always kept a
little bit of stash

in case I needed to get
out of the city fast.

But hiding large
amounts of stolen money,

is near impossible.

Oh shit, what's good, my boy?

- What's good with you?
- Hey K, how you living, man?

- Bruh, cooling bruh,
same shit, different day.

You know, how you doing?

- Oh, I'm doing good for sho'.
- Yeah, you know that.

Hey, I got shit to do, bruh.

Let's go. Come on.

Damn G, you good?

I mean, you in a
rush or something?

- What we got?
- 17K.

- You know that's
gonna cost you.

- How much?
- Five.

- Five K?
- Five K.

- Five K, nigga, I
smack the shit outta-

- Whoa, whoa, hey.
- Fuck you gonna do?

- Hey, K.
- We don't play that shit.

- We good, we good.
- Relax, bro, relax.

- Hey, K.
- He ain't doing nothing.

- We gonna pay that shit,
don't even worry about it.

You sure?

All right.

All right, nigga.

Oh, all right, okay.

Let's see, let's see, uh.

Nigga, I heard what
happened to Zo.

(tense music)

They say you got
hit up last night.

(gun bangs)

- Who said that?
- The streets, bro.

You know it ain't
no real sources.

- Say, we ain't about
no fucking rumors, bro.

- G, why you keep
cussing at me, dog?

You got a lot of
heat coming off you.

- You straight?
- You fucking right!

- Oh, brother.
- Look.

- No, we got problems, G?
- Hey, K.

Get your mans, yo.

Hey, K, we good.

I appreciate you, brother,

but we outta here.

- Five, four, three...
(suspenseful music)

Hey, yo, hold up.

What?

Tell me something.

Why the fuck you so
damn mad all the time?

Really, my nigga?

Look at what just happened.

We took that money, that was us!

And you gonna keep on letting
this motherfucker rob us?

Your fucking attitude got us

getting chased out the
house with AK-47s and shit.

If there's any better choices,

please let me know 'cause
I will fucking love too.

Nigga, I keep that shit on me.

- And then what
happens after that?

You get robbed?

You get killed, raided?

Listen, I just need
you to stay cool

for a little fucking longer.

Bama, just a little longer.

- So what happened
if you going there

and that nigga don't give
us our money, then what?

We kill 'em, simple as that!

It's that simple for you, huh?

What?

- Nigga, we killed
Zo last night!

She was like fam to us!

She knew the fucking risk!

And if it was me,

I would expect that
same shit to happen.

Would you?

Yeah, nigga.

- Nigga, that's bullshitting
and you know it.

Only thing that's
standing between you

and that fucking fake ass dream,

you gotta leave, motherfucker.

is the only thing
you care about.

And I want you to remember that.

Fuck up out my face.

(tense music)

- [Mario] Don't nobody
escape this shit,

at least not in the
Bottoms, they don't.

- [Wright] Got
your food, partner.

Yo, are those suede boots?

Yeah, they look good, right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

- Hey, man, look at
this shit over here.

These motherfuckers act
like they don't even care,

we sitting over here, man.

- Pussy ass.
- You pig!

- Fuck you, fuck 12.
- Yeah.

Y'all already know
what the fuck it is.

Do your job.

Why should they?

We bust them, they make bid
and they back in the streets.

- See, that's what I'm
talking about, Rell.

That shit be making me wanna
take off my fucking badge,

come down here and just, pow.

You know what I'm saying?

Then, why don't you do it?

It ain't like nobody gonna
investigate it anyway.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Look we have more
unsolved murders

in these 18 square blocks
than anywhere in the city.

(suspenseful music)

Nobody gives a fuck
about these niggas.

(suspenseful music)

- Hey, who the
fuck is that nigga?

(suspenseful music)

That's AK47.

He's the deadliest
dope boy out here.

He's been under investigated
for about four bodies.

- So what the fuck is a nigga
like that still doing out?

Officer Wright, man,

you have a lot to
learn to be out here.

Sometimes you gotta send a wolf,

to kill a wolf.
(suspenseful music)

- Rell, what that
even mean, bro?

- You see that
house right there?

[Wright] Yeah.

- And the one next to it
and the two after that?

All those traps are
under AKs control.

Now if you go up
two blocks north,

you're talking about
nothing but GDs.

They don't fuck with each other.

These fools live in
the same community,

even related to each other.

But...

Given the right information

to the right person,

pow.

It's over.

(tense music)

Just fucking with
you, man. (laughing)

You a crazy motherfucker, man.

Hey, well, man,

you over here talking
about some vigilante shit

like you Batman or something.

I just wanted to fuck with you.

Man, can we eat, bro?

Whatever, nigga.

Nig, these ain't no
fucking shrimp, man.

- Hey, bitch, I paid
for this, nigga.

You ain't gonna eat it?

- Y'all want some
coffee with it?

- My man's shoes
leaning, look at that.

- His shoes leaning.
- Y'all see that shit?

- That's crazy.
- Oh, pussy ass.

- They ain't doing shit.
- Hey come get it.

Come on, you know you want it.

Come on, come get it.

They ain't doing a damn thing.

- (men laughing)
- Don't worry about it.

They ain't doing nothing,
they ain't doing nothing.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(dramatic music continues)

- What up?
- What up?

Same shit.

Money's in the same spot.

All right.

- How much you get
off them niggas?

Enough, nigga.

Fuck.

You know how I do.

Hey yo, you know how
much of that shit

you be putting in
your fucking nose?

- Hey yo, nigga, you know
how much you be cuffing off

of North World?

Exactly.

Take your money.

Shut the fuck up.

Yeah, all right, but look,

what's the order in
that body last night?

What's up with that?

Bitch dead, ain't she?

I mean that's what
you're telling me.

What the fuck I gotta tell?

I just wanted to know we
was in the clear, that's it.

Yeah, it's all good.

But look, I gotta run
uptown and handle some shit.

As long as you did
what you needed to do.

Always do, my boy, always do.

Fuck with me, man, I'm gone.

Shit hot out here.

You be safe, boy.

You, too.

* Getting money over here

* And we moving fast

* Head bobbing, I'm bobbing

* Only way I move unless
the move got motion

* Only few know the potion

* Smooth like the ocean

* Ain't no way to get over

* We stacking it
up, just add it up

* And I swear, money,
we ain't got enough

* Not enough

* We've done enough

* Got my money up

- [Guy In Seat] Please,
bro, you killing me.

- You think I'm fucking
playing with your bitch ass?

(fist pounds)
Come on!

(rap music)

[Mario] That's Bob.

He the leader of North World.

You know, just a
flat out crazy dude.

In the early two thousands,

there was a war in North
World between the gangs.

A lot of people died
and went missing.

But the GDs obviously
came out on top.

(tense music)

Where you been, Zo?

(sighs) What you mean?

You know what the fuck I mean!

Two months.

No hear, no see.

Come on, bro.

You know how this shit go.

I had to get these
niggas to trust me

so they could tell me
where they put the money.

(tense music)

- Fucking stupid, huh?
(Zo yells)

You think I'm fucking stupid?

Fuck!

- It's like you fell off the
face of the fucking world?

Nah, it's not even like that.

Man, look, I had to
fucking ghost you.

You keep sending these stupid
motherfuckers to check on me.

Eventually, somebody
would've figured it out.

I got hit up last night
because of this stupid nigga.

- Oh no!
(man grunts)

(tense music)

So?

So what?

- You found out
what my money was?

- Nah, not yet-

- Then what the fuck
do I need you for?

But I know somebody who does.

(tense music)

(gun clip clanks)

(tense music)

Better be true.

Or.

(gun bangs)

Maybe I need to be a
little more convincing.

'Cause I do convincing.

Fuck!

How you doing Officer?

Rell.

Everyone calls me Rell.

Okay.

Officer Rell,

I'm Detective Lawrence.

IA.

I know who you are.

Yes.

Internal Affairs.

Well, what can I do for you,

Detective Lawrence,
Internal Affairs?

- Well I wanted to speak
to you and your partner.

I don't see him here.

- Separately.
- Why?

- We had an informant
go missing for weeks

and he had information about
a dirty narcotics officer.

- Sir, there's 32 narcotics
officers in this precinct alone.

And you got my partner in
an interrogation room, why?

What you think I had
something to do with it?

You know the drill.

Stories,

timelines

have to match up.

Actually,

no,

- but your partner.
- Who, Rell?

(laughing) You got
to be kidding me.

Man, ain't no way.

Ain't no way Rell had
nothing to do with that, man.

Listen, this informant,

he gave us a name and a crew.

Very close to your partner.

Mario.
(dramatic music)

You ever heard of him?

- Yeah, he's just some small
time piece of shit criminal.

Why?

Well, we need to talk to him.

You know how we could find him?

I do.

But why is IA interested
in a petty thug?

We have our reasons.

- Look, with all due
respect, detective,

I'm gonna need all
the information

and everything you
got on this case

before we continue
this conversation.

Is that all right?

I mean, we are on
the same team, right?

- Are we on the same
team, Officer Wright?

Yeah.

And if you don't mind,

I'd let him take
my smoke break now.

You do that.

You can go.

We will be in touch.

(dramatic music)

This bitch.

So y'all niggas just
want to be snitches, huh?

Bro, I ain't say nothing bro.

- Bro, bro, bro, that is
not for me to decide, bro.

- Man, please, bro,
don't kill me, bro.

- I didn't-
- Shut the fuck up!

(fist pounds)

(cell phone ringing)

- Bro, I didn't say nothing.
- Bro, shut the fuck up, bro!

Yeah.

It's for you, motherfucker.

- What?
- Answer the fucking phone.

- Boz, bro, I didn't
say nothing, bro.

Boz, I didn't!

It's for you.

Yeah.

Okay, boss.

(laughing) Okay, I got it.

All right.

What did he say?

- He said to kill your
motherfucker ass, nigga.

That's what the
fuck he said, nigga.

(phone ringing)

- Bro, I didn't say-
- Shut the fuck up, nigga.

My phone ringing, nigga.

Yeah?

I was just about to
stomp this nigga, Boz.

Stop?

But, boss?

Man, I was...

Okay.

(scoffs) Cool.
(cell phone beeps)

Fuck!

What'd he say?

- Hit me.
- What is that?

- Fuck!
- All right, man.

- And you better answer him
when he fucking call, nigga.

All right, man.

All right, you ain't
got to be like that.

- Man, fuck that shit, you
heard what the fuck I said.

- All right, man,
I'mma answer it, bro.

Goddamn. (murmuring)
(rap music)

Oh I almost shit on my shit.

I thought I was about die!

Oh, shit!
(rap music)

* While I'm looking at
my past in the review

* The shit my mom and
pops use to tell me

* Well, that shit came true

* When you out here
trying to survive

* Just know that cash rules

* You do a crime and if
you don't got money

* Well, you bad news

* DA and the judge
the real criminals

- Hey man, that shit
was crazy as fuck.

Yeah.

- What you think
that shit's about?

No idea, Officer Wright.

- Look, Rell, you ain't holding
nothing out on me is you?

- The fuck is that
supposed to be?

- It means we supposed
to be partners.

And 'cause we're partners,

you supposed to know everything

that goes on in my fucking life?

This is what IA does, man.

They start fucking
around with your head

and making you start
questioning shit around you.

We can't have that.

Our job is hard enough.

Right.

Yeah, right.

Get your head out
your ass before I slap the shit outta you.

Buckle up your boots.

Got work to do. Giddy up.

Fucking dick head.

* Turn around and gave my
brother 10 for that dog food

* Reminding what we living in

* Feel like we in the damn zoo

* These bitches out
here ran through

What you need?

You always come with
a dub, what's up, man?

What up? (mumbles)

I need to four the next time.

Damn, man, it might do.

You'll be all right, go ahead.

Come back though.
(cell phone ringing)

(rap music)

Yo, who this?

Zo?

Where you at?

* Niggas around the
corner spin your block

* Like a merry-go-round

For sure.

* You start getting
money get out your town

Fucking right, name the time.

* You better run away from
that sucker shit, my nigga

All right.

All right, you be
safe, all right?

(reflective music)
All right, bet.

(somber music)

(somber music continues)

- [Mario] My grandma
looked out for me

till I was around three
and then she died.

I had to come live with my
mom and daddy afterwards.

(somber music)

(somber music continues)

(somber music continues)

(somber music continues)

(somber music continues)

(somber music continues)

(foreboding music)

My daddy ended up
getting locked up

for eight years
for manslaughter.

He probably would've
got more time

but they couldn't find a knife.

(fist pounds)

(young Mario grunting)

(suspenseful music)

(car engine humming)

(suspenseful music)

(gun bangs)

(dramatic music)

(car engine humming)

(tense music)

(car engine lightly humming)

These bitch ass niggas.

(car engine lightly humming)

What up, what up, what up?

Y'all niggas, damn, all black?

Y'all niggas smooth? Damn.

I'm trying to break the
tension in this bitch.

What's up?

- You got some
information for me?

What's in it for me?

- I won't blow your
fucking head off.

- Fuck you gonna do
with that? Listen man.

You obviously don't
know me, nigga.

I don't really give a fuck
about dying like that.

You gonna have to
come harder than that.

- Yo, look, you know
where the money is?

Yeah.

- Where?
(crickets chirping)

- Listen man, why
should I tell you?

If I don't, I'mma die and
I'mma gain shit, right.

But if I do,

y'all just gonna
take my fucking money

and I'm still gonna gain shit.

- Nigga, what the
fuck do you want?

Three corners.

Dope boy territory.
(men laughing)

You got the money and
the little bit of power

to make that shit happen.

Oh, it's funny, huh?

- That's it?
- Yeah, that's it.

And I want to be
left the fuck alone

so I can handle my business.

Done.

What three corners you want?

You know a nigga named AK47?

Yeah.

- All right, well, I want
all his shit, all right?

And while you at it,

your little money inside
of a safe in this house.

- My little brother's
a motherfucker genius!

You had that shit

so nobody would ever suspect it.

So we good or what?

You gonna bomb them niggas?

- Nah, can't go in
the front like that.

Especially with a nigga like AK.

You stick close to Mario.

Gotta have everybody around
him before we can hit him.

Hmm. Got it.

So what?

You really ready
to do your mans in?

My mans?

Fuck that nigga.

(rap music)
I'm out.

* Oh

* Where you bought that shit

* Ain't bought shit,
shit little nigga

* Boy you know I had
to leave me a nigga

* Run from 12 but I ain't
scared of shit little nigga

(rap music)

* How much you pay
for that boat?

* I ain't paid
shit little nigga

* Boy you know I had
to leave me a nigga

* Ran off on the (indistinct)

* But I ain't scared
of shit little nigga

* 30/30, I'll blip me a nigga

* Bing bang fresh,
gotta watch my drip

- [Mario] I always gotta
meet Rell somewhere

outside the city

being that he's a cop now

and I'm, well, you
know even though

we grew up together
like brothers,

we can't be associated together.

* I know how to
shine little nigga

* Try real hard on
some hot boy shit

* Put little homie
on a big boy league

(car door slams)
(rap music fades)

There ain't no body, nigga.

- All right, so what
is we talking about?

Zo, nigga!

There ain't no body!

She's alive.

- Rell, what the fuck
is you talking about?

- Bama shot the bitch
last night, correct?

Yeah.

- So she's supposed
to be dead, right?

[Mario] Hell, yeah.

- Well, I just
hollered at my sergeant

and he told me there ain't
no body and she's alive!

Then where the fuck is she at?

The fuck if I know, Mario.

- You supposed to be
the fucking police

and you don't know where at?

The fuck you wearing
that shit for,

if you can't tell me shit?

- Oh, you think you
gonna put this on me?

I'm not the one who
pulled the trigger, nigga.

- All right, so what
we gonna do about this?

- Shit, but you need
to lay low though.

(rap music)

* Where you bought that shit

* I ain't bought
shit little nigga

* Boy you know I had
to leave me a nigga

* Run from 12, but I ain't
scared of shit, little nigga

(rap music)

* How much you pay
for that boat?

* I ain't paid
shit little nigga

* Boy, you know I had
to leave me a nigga

* Ran off on the (indistinct)

* But I ain't scared
of shit little nigga

* 30/30 I'll blip me a nigga

* Trapping with the OG

(rap music fades)
(crowd cheering)

- All right, you broke
ass motherfuckers.

Time to pull that
bag out your pocket.

Get that money up.
(dramatic music)

This evening, the challenger,

coming all the way
from North World,

we have Big Dog.

Coming all the way
from the Bottoms,

we have tonight, Killer Cab.

Let's see how they round
this up real quick.

Let's go.

(crowd cheering)
(muffled suspenseful music)

- What's good, Dam?
- What up? What up?

- Hey, man, look, all that
shit happening in the spot,

come on, man.

The fight?

Is in here.

Y'all got the option.

Bet on the fight

or keep it motherfucker moving.

You dig?

- Nah, we just
having a good time.

- We good, bro.
- Got it?

- Cool man.
- All right.

- Everything's cool.
- All right, man.

You ready, Bama?

- Yeah, let's get
up out of here.

(crowd cheering)

(cage clanking)
(crowd yelling)

- (body thuds)
- Yo, what the fuck, nigga?

You dumb motherfucker.

- He's still alive.
- Who?

Zo. Who you think?

Nigga, how?

Fuck you mean, how?

You fucked it up.

- All right, so either beat
my ass or let me the fuck go

so we can figure this out.

Damn.

You know where she at?

If I knew, I'd be there.

So how you know she alive?

- Rell.
- Rell? Man, fuck Rell.

What you mean, fuck Rell?

This is what I be
meaning about you.

She know too much.

She start talking, word get out,

that shit gonna spread like
wildfire that it was us.

Nigga, I don't give a fuck!

And I don't give a about
them niggas either.

We got guns too, Mario.

What, you forgot about that?

You sound so stupid.

You gonna kill how many of them

before they come
back and get you?

- As many as it
take, motherfucker!

- Listen.
(crowd cheering)

Think, think.

Use your fucking head.

Use your head, fam.

You gonna get us
killed out here.

Whatever, man.

Listen to me, listen to me.

Don't make no fucking moves.

Man, this some bullshit, man!

You know that. Move, man!

This fucking nigga.

Yo, what up, bro?

What's good, Boz?

We got somewhere to be.

So what?

You can't holler at your
brother for a second?

I mean normally I would but.

- Yo, where that dyke
bitch you used to fuck?

- Hey, yo, watch
your fucking mouth!

What the fuck, nigga.

- Say brother, we go
outside right now.

- Fuck nigga!
- Yo, chill.

We don't know who
y'all talking about.

- Maybe you don't
but your man do.

- And so what if I do?
- Bro?

- Nah, we don't know who
or what you talking about.

Like I said.

- You sure?
- I'm positive.

I'm fucking out of here.

I've been serving
these foods all night.

- Yeah, you look
like you doing good.

I am.

- You gonna serve the
rest of them drinks?

Yeah.

That's your job, right?

It is.

- All right, we go
ahead, keep serving.

Got that fat ass on you, huh?

- (laughing) You ain't
getting it tonight.

Yeah, okay, we'll see.

Yo.

When you see her,
tell I say, "What up?"

I need to get my dick wet.

That's if she's still alive.

Man, shut the fuck up!

(bodies scuffling)

Hey, man!

(bodies scuffling)

Yo, what the fuck
y'all doing, man?

Yo, yo!

- Yo, we just having
a conversation.

- First of all, what
the fuck are you doing

here with that shit?

Yo, the heat came to us first.

- Man, y'all niggas bring
any heat to my shit, man,

I'ma have something
for all of y'all, man.

We cool.

- Finish up what the
fuck y'all got going on

and get up outta here, man.

How your mom doing, yo?

She still at the same spot?

Yo, this nigga mom
used to walk the strip,

- you know what I'm saying?
- Hmm hmm.

That's how our Pops found her.

I believe it.

- He said she was the best
Bottom bitch he ever had.

- Oh, nah.
(man laughing)

I can see it.

Yo. (laughing)

This nigga crazy, man.

This nigga left his
house in North World.

His nice house,

in North World,

to go be with this nigga's mama.

- Believe this shit?
- Shit crazy.

That's yo brother.

But yo, I'm gonna see you
again lil country nigga.

Nigga you make sure you bring

your fucking mama
next time, nigga.

Let's go.

Y'all get the fuck
up out my way, son.

- Hmm hmm.
- Little nigga.

(suspenseful music)

Yo, hold up.

- What's your problem?
- I'm good my, nigga.

Nah, seriously, yo.

What's going on with you?

What's going on?

Nigga, you a bitch, nigga,
that's what's going on, nigga!

(fist pounds)

Talk to me any type of way.

Yeah, there go that fire.

Too bad you got that
shit now, motherfucker.

So let me get this straight.

You mad at me for
trying to keep us alive?

Keep us alive?

- Nigga, Zo dead, or
wherever the fuck she at!

These niggas know about us,

all the money we
made including her

which I don't even fuck with?

And yo bitch ass
being scary as fuck!

Nigga, fuck you!

- Nigga, that was
the best decision

that we ever could
have ever fucking made.

What else you want me to say?

- I wish you'd go and bomb
on these niggas with me.

But I bet you won't go
and do that, will ya?

And then what dumb ass?

I'm trying to keep
us alive another day.

- That's that same
shit you had me and Zo

believing all these
fucking rules and shit.

Look where that got us.

Let me ask you something, nigga.

If that was me, you would've
pulled that trigger?

- You fucking crazy, fuck
yeah, I would've pulled it.

- So why we ain't dead
them niggas instead?

Listen to what you saying.

We can't have that many
bodies dropping in one night.

- And look where
that got us, Mario.

These niggas know
about us anyway.

The police probably don't
even know where Zo at?

Fuck outta here.

Yo, where you going?

- I'm gonna get some
weed, pussy, money,

trying to have some fun
for I die, you feel me?

You should do the
same, motherfucker.

(suspenseful music)

- [Mario] Man, I'm
gonna be honest.

I didn't think we was
walking outta there,

but now I have way more
questions than answers.

Where the fuck is Zo?

Who is she talking to?

How did this nigga,
Boz, put us together?

(suspenseful music)

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention.

Boz is my half-brother
from my daddy

cheating on his mama with mines.

That's how I came to be.

(reflective music)

(reflective music continues)

(Mario sighs)

(water running)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(Mario grumbles)

(ominous music)

This feeling is
all too familiar.

(ominous music)

(air whooshing)

(ominous music)

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(pan drops)

(no audio)

You hungry?

Nah, ma, I ain't hungry.

Hell, I am.

Can you run and go
get me a pot of meat?

- You got all this food
in this refrigerator

from them food stamps

and you trying to
send me to the store?

I ain't cooking shit.

You cooking?

- I don't got time to
be cooking nothing.

You ain't never have time.

- Eh, okay, mom.
(cell phone ringing)

I need some money.

Yo?

- I know you hear
me talking to you!

- We got a problem.
- Yeah, nigga, I know.

- AK got hit up last night.
- What?

- Yeah, he dead.
- Fuck outta here. How?

[Rell] Somebody got to him?

Fuck.

- [Rell] You need
to get out the city.

How I'm gonna do that?

He got damn near everything
I got in his safe.

[Rell] You can't go get it?

Bro, you know how this go.

- [Rell] Well, then
we have to go get it

before the detectives get to it.

Listen, go to work.

Keep your schedule.

Tonight, link up and
we go and get it.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

You gonna get me some food?

- Moa didn't I already tell
your ass I didn't have time?

- Boy, just gimme
a couple dollars.

- Go in there and
cook something anyway.

Give you a couple dollars?

Look ma,

you stressing me out.

Stay in the house today
and don't go nowhere

and I'll be back
as soon as I can.

What?

I can't just stay in the house.

- Can you just listen
to me one time?

- Okay.
- Listen.

Okay. Okay.

Okay, just gimme some money

or just go get some something.

- Listen ma, I don't
even want to hear it.

I want you to find a hobby

'cause you really need to
stop smoking that shit.

Got the whole house
smelling like fucking crack.

Come on, ma.

Well, I like crack!

Just go get it!

[Mario] Pitiful. Fucking sad.

Are you gonna get it or not?

Asshole.

(dramatic music)

Hello?

Okay.

All right.

(lightning cracks)

* Oh, say drop you location

* And bitch we gonna spin

* Ain't calling no shots

* I hit you and your mans

* See I keep my fire,
I ain't do no lacking

* Two 30s in here, you
know we get it cracking

* Fuck all that talking
and make that shit happen

* I want some smoke wanna
smoke like an addict

* Free all my homies
out of them cells

* Free all my (indistinct)
so they can hold my shells

* Nigga talk but ain't
getting no money

* I'm straight out
of the streets

* Boy you know how I'm coming

* Jumped off the porch and
went and got me a bag

* I'm straight out them
trenches, they made me a man

- This is North World!
(rap music)

Motherfuckers!

(guns banging)
(rap music)

* Me and my city, they
say I'm the GOAT

* See I'm (indistinct)
as a bitch

* When I walk through the door

* Told that boy pay attention
while I'm popping my shit

* Ain't no pressure about hoes,
I can't be about a bitch

(gun bangs)

(dramatic whooshing)

- Hey, you trust this nigga?
- Yeah, man.

You gotta trust him, man.

He a good guy, man.

Been known him for a while, man.

- Everybody a good
guy until they not.

- That's all I'm saying.
- Yeah, yeah.

But I know this guy.

It's your life, man.

- G Money.
What's up, man?

- How you?
- My man.

You the man.

- How you?
- How you doing?

How are you, man?

To whom do I owe the pleasure?

- Okay, I see how it is.
- Wow.

(dramatic music)

So what you got for me?

- Well, man, shh, I
got a lot for you.

I got Bama.

Bama?

Yeah, Bama.

Man. (scoffs)

I'm not interested in Bama.

Okay?
(eerie music)

I'm in the business of
putting away dirty cops.

There are two people
that I'm interested in.

I want information on Mario.

And Rell.

- If I give you Rell,
what you gonna give me?

What you gonna do for me?

You can give him Rell?

Nigga, you trying to
end up like Rocco?

I can give you Rell.

Listen, brothers.

(eerie music)
You can trust me.

I'm not trying to put
any heat on you guys.

All I'm trying to do is
get this information,

keep y'all names out of it

and break y'all off
with this money.

What you got on Rell?

- Word on the street is they
dealing a lot of cocaine

more than anybody supposed
to have around here.

- [Agent] So where they
get that kind of coke from?

- Look, only person that
have that type of weight

is Boz and Juel.

That's why we
shouldn't be fucking

with this Minute Black
looking-ass nigga.

I ain't got time for this, man.

My nigga, you can do
what you want to do.

You a grown man.

It's on you, man.

(eerie music)

Yo, he just lost his cut.

More for you.

- So, I need you
to look out for me.

Are you gonna look out for me?

I got you, man.

You got me?

- You can trust me.
- Okay.

(eerie music)

- Yo, Cool, get your
old ass out here.

Better not catch
you fucking around

with Miss Martha ole
freaky ass again.

Yo, Cool.

(Mario sighs)

Oh, nah.

Yo, Cool! (sighs)
(dramatic music)

Fuck! (murmurs)

(tense music)

- (fist pounds)
- Nigga!

- Shit, man.
- Nigga, fuck the dope boys.

Fuck North World.

It's my world, motherfucker.

You a lame ass nigga.

- You tried to help the
wrong nigga this time, Cool.

(gun bangs)
(suspenseful music)

Holding ass, holding out nigga.

What else you got?

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

Look, Mario.

Can you think of anybody that
would want to hurt Cooper?

Nah.

Come on, man.

That's two people you associated
with in 24 hours gone.

- Man, cut this
street code bullshit.

I don't got shit to say.

Hey, that's your man, right?

You think you deserved
to die like that?

(cell phone ringing)

You gonna take that call?

- Y'all fellas excuse
me for a second.

Okay, Officer Wright.

Yeah, this is Wright.

You clear?

Excuse me?

I know who killed Zo.

Your partner, Officer Rell.

That nigga foul.

He know about all
that killing going on.

Who is this?

- Man, don't worry
about who this is.

- [Rell] This message
is for you, bro.

North World?

Who else?

What your people saying?

- Man, they thinking it's
some shootings and murders

but man, we can't
keep doing this, bro.

Right. I need you right now.

Of course, we on it tonight.

Hmm hmm

There's a war going on outside

between the Dope
Boys and North World.

They take advantage
of that shit.

They know nobody's
smart enough to think

somebody with North affiliation
is brave enough to do this.

Rob 'em.

Kill 'em.

They call it getting
dope boy magic.

Matter of fact,

ain't nobody been checking
on AKs trap houses.

Right now is the perfect
time to get that money.

Get it in and get it out.

- Yeah, it sound good but
I think Bama done though.

- So you know what
we gotta do then?

- I don't think
it'll come to that.

Well, let's hope so.

[Bama] Look at them niggas.

Look at them talking.

You can see me?

Where you-

- Officer Wright,
you need to focus.

All right?

He killed Zo.

Them niggas rob drug dealers.

They know they don't care.

Nobody cares.

Zo was just at the wrong
place at the wrong time.

You feel me?

Them niggas basically
grew up together.

Niggas like brothers.

- This some crazy allegations
you making, all right?

How about you just come
talk to me face-to-face?

How about that?

Nigga, what?

You ain't listening?

What I look like walking
inside that precinct

trying to write on the top
narcotic cop in the city?

I won't gonna make it
past the fucking door.

Nah, that nigga the
mastermind of this shit.

- How's Zo doing?
- Ain't nothing new going on.

Captain said somebody said
they found her laying in a bush

so they took her
to the hospital.

But when the doctors came
to go check in on her,

she was gone.

Gone?

Oh, okay.

- I'll meet you at the spot.
- All right, bet.

(suspenseful music)

- All right, I'll
meet you there.

(suspenseful music)

Thanks.

(suspenseful music)

(cell phone clanks thuds)

- You get anything
out this motherfucker?

Fuck, no.

- Well, I guess you're
good to go, Mario.

- Yeah, see you
soon, Officer Wright.

I'm not going lie.

Take care now.

I never thought niggas
would be this heartless.

That man was like
a father to me.

I know I'm on ball with time.

Bitch.

I have to get my mother
and get out of the city.

Shit around us is falling apart.

The whole city is in an
uproar because of us.

I didn't realize how much
worse it was about to get.

- I know that motherfucker
got some money here somewhere.

Where the fuck is it?

Where's the fucking money?

I know that nigga got
some money up in here.

I know he got some money.

I know he was...

The fuck, where the
fuck is the money?

Bingo.

I got this shit.

(laughing) I got this.

Oh shit, I'm about to get
me some damn crack today.

He thought, he tried it.

I know damn well he thought his-

Shit, I got me some
damn crack money.

(dramatic music)

(cell phone ringing)

This is Lawrence.

Yes, sir.

Sitting on his place right now.

I know he's the right person.

I know Rell is our guy.

I'm gonna get him.
(reflective music)

I'm building my case.

Yes, sir.

I'll have something
for you very soon.

(reflective music)

Hey, any word on that informant?

(ominous music)
Oh, I see, so he's dead.

Hmm.

Okay. Okay.

Any leads?

(reflective music)

(sighs) There's a lot of
bodies piling up out here.

I do agree.
(ominous music)

Yes, sir.

Okay. I'm on it.

Yes, sir.

(ominous music)

- Yo, say, I just put a bug
in Officer Wright's ear.

Know what I'm saying?

Once we get Rell's ass
out the way, we Gucci.

(ominous music)

All right, bet.

What's next?

All right.

All right.

(phone crunches)

Hmm, fuck.

Oh, that's him?

Yeah.

You good?

Yeah.

(brooding music)

(brooding music continues)

(eerie whooshing)

(tense music)

(eerie whooshing)

(tense music)

(high pitch static whirring)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

- Hey, just the man
I wanted to see.

No comment.

Off the books.

Just between you and I?

Man, what don't you get?

I'm not giving up my
partner, all right.

If he's dirty, I can handle him.

(gentle music)

Listen.

That's not how this works.

And you know it.

- You think I give a
fuck about how this work?

Know how many cops
in this precinct?

Any one of them see
me talking to you

and think I gave Rell up

and I'm on borrowed
time and you know it.

- Cocaine a hell of a
drug, ain't it, bro.

Oh shit.

What the fuck you doing here?

Man, I should lock your ass up.

Then do it.

Yeah. Come on, man.

Officers like you,

in the office.

I ain't never getting locked up.

What the fuck you want, man?

- Look, I know
about you and Mario.

- Ain't shit going
on with me and Mario.

Ain't shit going...

Bro, you stole our shit!

What do you mean?

And you out here selling it?

You motherfuckers
dumber than I thought

and y'all was doing so good.

And I was thinking,

you know,

maybe, he trying to
put a war together.

Right?

North World verse
y'all Bottom niggas.

Then I walked in here.

All that went out the window.

You in here playing
with your nose, boy!

- Is there a point
you getting with this?

Or you just like to
run your fucking mouth?

Yeah, it's a point.

Boz want a meeting.

Personally, should have been
let me bombed on y'all though.

- Why the fuck would
I wanna talk to Boz?

- Because you ain't
the dumb as you look.

Listen brother,

you don't have to
be in discovery.

Just point me in
the right direction.

You have my word.

I'll leave you out of it.

No, you listen.

Listen good 'cause I'm
gonna say it one more time,

loud and clear.

I'm not giving up my partner!

You want him, you
get him, brother!

Officer Wright.

Officer Wright!

I am talking!
(suspenseful music)

Now what you don't understand is

when, not if, but when
we catch up with Rell,

I will turn over every stone.

I will sift through
every piece of sand.

I will prosecute anyone involved

or withholding evidence.

Even a shred of it.
(eerie music)

You think you scare me?

- Nah, I don't
think I scare you.

But my colleagues will.

- (scoffs) Look
man, make it happen.

You done, nigga?

- Nah, I ain't trying to
be in the bathroom all day.

I need an answer.

Oh, well,

I'm sorry I didn't make
myself clear, motherfucker.

It's not no, it's fuck no

You must got me mistaken with
these other niggas out here

who don't expect to
have a long life.

I advise you to
raise up outta here

before I plaster your brains
all over these bathroom walls.

- [Wright] Are you
threatening me?

- You're asking the
wrong questions.

The question you should be
asking yourself, Officer Wright,

is, "What if I'm wrong?

What if I'm protecting a dirty,
murdering drug dealing cop?"

And if the answer is yes,

"What am I prepared
to do about it?"

- Yeah, but I ain't
wrong, all right.

My partner is clean.
(eerie music)

Officer Wright.

Officer Wright!

(man mumbling)

Look man, think about it.

- The fuck you gotta
think about, Rell?

Back the fuck off.

- How the fuck did
he even get in here?

- Tick tock.
- Go to hell, bro.

- Rell!
(tense music)

(rhythmic beating)
(dramatic music)

(rhythmic beating continues)

(tense music)

- Hmm, what's up?
- Hmm.

(tense music)

(rhythmic beating)
(dramatic music)

Man, what the fuck?

What kind of shit you on, man?

(rhythmic beating)
(dramatic music)

(gun bangs)

(tense music)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(dramatic whooshing)

(sinister foreboding music)

(sinister foreboding
music continues)

(pensive music)

- I missed you.
- Nah, the fuck.

You could have grazed me.

- Yo, I had to
make it look real.

- You feel me?
- You fucking asshole.

Come here.

I love you, girl.
(lips smacking)

I miss you so much.
(gentle music)

(reflective music)

Fuck. Fuck.

(reflective music)

(Mario sighs)

(reflective music)

(Mario silently mumbling)

[Mario] Bad fuckin drugs.

That's how they killed my mama.

Maybe Bama was right.

Everybody close to me is losing.

I just wanted everybody
to come out on top.

(Mario sighs)
(reflective music)

(reflective music continues)

(reflective music continues)

(dramatic music)

But it's cool.

I ain't got shit to lose.

I might as well go get some
of this dope boy magic.

(tense music)

(hands clapping)

- Guess you getting
pussy and money.

Now this is what
I'm talking about.

I love me some Black love.

Hey, let me holler
at you for a minute.

Just take a second.

Nigga, come the fuck on.

Bring that bitch, too.

Let's go, bro.

- What's taking
you so long, huh?

(tense music)

Brake yourself, nigga.

Don't be like that.

Ain't this your bitch?

(tense music)

So when was the honeymoon?

Boz, it's not even like that.

Bitch, shut the fuck up!

I'm talking to this punk
ass nigga right here.

I don't know.

You don't know?

Damn, that pussy must
be trash! (laughing)

You know what I think?

I don't know.

- I think you was
going to take my money.

That's why your punk
ass went into hiding.

Hiding?

Hiding for what, nigga?

We been had your money.

We could have been left.

I told you, nigga, we
stayed to show you-

Thanks!

For the information.

So what's up, Boz? We good?

Nah.

We're pretty
fucking far from it.

Ah, the money missing.

- Nigga, I told you
your money in K trap.

So, go get it!

How I'mma do that?

It's killers all through there.

There's killers in here!

I thought you wasn't
afraid to die?

You a killer, right.

I know you a killer!

Who ain't a killer?

- So what's the
difference in his spot

and where the fuck we at?

Oh. I get it.

You see, them killers,
them killers out there,

them yo niggas.

Bottom ass nigga.

But you see, these killers here,

- North World!
- North World!

These my niggas!

And they don't give a fuck about
you or that dead ass bitch.

- Let's go-
- No.

- Let me ask you a
fucking question, nigga.

No, shut the fuck
up and look at me.

Do you love this bitch? Hmm?

Oh, you can't hear me now?

Nigga, do you love this bitch?

Yeah, I love her, nigga.

I can't hear you.

There's a lot of
crickets in here.

Yeah, I love her, nigga.

- All right, we'll go
ahead and lie to her.

Look at her and tell her
everything gonna be all right.

- Come on, it ain't
that serious, bro.

- Look at her and tell her
everything gonna be all right!

Boz, yo.

I'mma need you to lie to her

and tell her everything
gonna be okay.

- (sobs) It's gonna
be okay, love.

- You a bad liar.
(gun bangs)

No! (sobs)

Not my baby, no!

Get the off me!

- Get the fuck off me!
- Kill this nigga.

Kill this nigga, man.

- So you see, she
was always mine.

She was North World.

See, I never gave
a fuck about you.

You were just a nigga trying
to come up off my hard work.

So do me a favor.

Go get my fucking money

and I'm gonna be right here

and make sure you
got some snacks.

And by the way,

go kill that fucking
boyfriend of yours. (laughing)

Bitch ass nigga.

- Get the fuck outta here!
- Get get the fuck on, nigga!

(reflective music)

(somber music)

(somber music continues)

(somber music continues)

- Wake the fuck
up, little nigga.

Wake the fuck up.

(somber music)

Yo, how the fuck your bitch ass

come out of my dick?

I should have told your mama
to swallow your hoe ass.

I want some water?

You want some what?

Some water?

Hm.

- Hmm, drink that.
- I don't want that.

- The fuck you mean,
you don't want this?

You too good for my shit?

All right.

(somber music)

(somber music continues)

(urine trinkling)

(somber music)

Here, pussy.

- What am I supposed
to do with that?

- Fuck you mean, you
supposed to do with it?

You gonna drink this shit.

Drank this shit.

That's what the fuck
you going to do with it.

Nigga, drank this shit.

That's what the you going
to do with it, nigga.

I don't want it.

- The fuck you mean
you don't want it?

The fuck you mean,
you don't want it?

Nigga, you wasn't
yelling that shop shit

when you was goddamn stealing

from my North World
homies, niggas.

Was you?

Oh, you tough now?

I should get my little
homies to come over here

and beat your motherfucking ass.

Nigga, you gonna drink
this motherfucker shit.

- Please, stop!
- Nigga, shut the fuck up!

No, no, no.

- Drank this motherfucking
shit, you bitch ass nigga.

(somber music)

Fucking (mumbling)...

(intense somber music)

- [Mario] I used to get
beatings like that on a regular.

He would leave me
tied up for days.

If my mother would ever
help me or feed me,

she was gonna get it too.
(train whistling)

(somber music)

(train faintly whistling)

(train whistling louder)

(car engine revving, stops)

* You gonna push me
to my breaking point

- (gun bangs)
- Oh, oh!

(Rell grunts)

* We had an agreement

* You got greedy then
you doubled back

- Officer Wright, what
the fuck you doing, man?

Damn, Rell.

You might be a
good cop after all.

* Thought you'd
get away with it

- How you know it
was me, partner?

- Killers don't wear
Pinocchio church shoes

and drive soccer
mom jeeps, nigga.

- No, fuck-
(rap music)

(gun bangs)

(guns banging)

- Fuck! Fuck!
* What you made of

* I can flip your
shit, take your chick

* And your pay stub

- Man, what I tell you
about throwing away bullets?

- Man, don't worry,
I got plenty.

You wasteful nigga.

Don't worry.

I got enough for you and
your bitch ass friend.

(rap music)
(gun bangs)

* We had an agreement,
now you trying-

- Your homeboy, you, I'm
killing all you motherfuckers.

Making the world a better place.

You know what I mean, Rell?

Ask your boy AK, about it.

- What, you did AK?
- You goddamn right.

I'm impressed, Officer Wright.

Thank you, partner.

You know some of my best
work if I do say so myself.

- Yeah, but, you started a
lot of shit with that, though.

- The way I see it, if the
court don't do shit, I will!

(gun bangs)
(rap music)

All y'all murderers, drug
dealers, fake ass gangsters,

y'all got to go!

Murderers?

Motherfucker, what you
think you doing right now?

Justice, bitch!

See the way I see it, all you
motherfuckers dead, right.

The world's a better place.

You see how that work, Rell?

- Oh, so you think you
like some superheroe,

some vigilante or some shit?

- I like superhero,
motherfucker, like the Punisher.

- Punisher wasn't
a superhero, nigga.

He was a vigilante.

* Oh, you shouldn't
have done me like that

* Pay the price

* Don't take it advice,
made bad moves

(Rell's body thuds)
* Wrong move

* You could have played
your cards right

- Yeah, but all that
shit end the same way,

don't it, partner?

* Yeah, I know you, dog

* You do wrong-

(gun bangs)

- Yeah, you had it coming
anyway, motherfucker.

Something in me
snapped that night.

(rhythmic beating)

Just like before.

(rhythmic beating)

(rhythmic music continues)

(suspenseful music)

By the age of 15, I had
already killed two people.

(gun bangs)

(fist pounding)

- [Rell] What the
fuck are you doing?

- Yeah, you welcome.
- I had it under control.

[Mario] It looks that way.

Nigga, you just shot a cop.

How am I supposed
to cover this up?

(sighs) Fuck. Fuck!

(suspenseful music)

Motherfucker.

Yeah, leave it up to a cop

to think of planting evidence
against one of his own.

I mean, you a cop.

You should know how to
get rid of a dead body.

(tense music)

(fire blazing)

(suspenseful music)

- Yo, man, them niggas
taking too long, man.

Get the fuck outta here, yo.

Yo, y'all handle that
shit for me, man.

I got you.

When they come
in, I'll call you.

- Hey.
- You know?

When Pat come in, we ain't
playing no games, bro.

Get it in. Get it out.

Know what I'm saying?

Straight up, we
got it for the low.

- It's like that.
- Straight up, you feel me?

(hands slapping)

- That shit shaking.
- North World.

(suspenseful music)

- Money out the
community. (laughing)

- I don't need it.
- Shit.

How that arm doing?

(scoffs) How's it doing?

Yeah, I got shot, motherfucker.

Like the only thing
I can think about

is I ain't been shot since,

shit, since we were
fucking teenagers.

Yeah, well you know,

niggas shot every day, B.

(suspenseful music)

(Rell and Mario laughing)

Yeah, all right, well, Machai,

let's go get paid in full, then.

- Yeah, that's what
I'm talking about.

Paid in full.

I don't want you thinking
twice about this shit

because of your job.

You roll up in there and
you just start busting.

(suspenseful music)

- I ain't worried
about the job, man.

- Man.
(suspenseful music)

I know what I'm here for.

This system always works.

I've been doing it for a while.

- Right.
(suspenseful music)

- You know where
you stay, right?

- If I don't, you're
gonna show me.

(suspenseful music)

(reflective music)

(engine revving)

Hey, whatever happened
to you and uh, Patrice?

Patrice! With the fatty.

You know what the funny
story about Patrice is, man?

What?

- You was the first
person to line me up

with a piece of ass.

- Man, you know that's
what I'm here for.

(Mario laughs)

- Always got your back.
- Oh, man.

- Always got your back.
- Yeah, yeah.

Patrice, you know what?

I ain't heard from her
ever since, I, you know,

sort of doing what I do.

I guess I kind of just
fell back from everybody.

- You should hit her
up after this shit

'cause you'll be able
to take us some places.

Right.

- Hold on, let's
pull right here...

Wait, wait, wait, easy.

- You remember?
(suspenseful music)

What's going?

What you waiting on, nigga?

(suspenseful music)

Something just feel off.

It feel different,
you know what I mean?

How can you tell?

- He don't never
leave that light on.

Like he don't never
leave that shit on, Rell.

Ever. And that is on right now.

Shining in my motherfucker face.

Call the burner.

- Been calling
that shit all day!

- Nigga, what the
fuck are we gonna do?

Are we just gonna
sit here all night?

(suspenseful music)

Nigga, we?

You gonna sit here all night.

(gun clip clanks)

I ain't sitting nowhere.

(suspenseful music)

Fuck it.

You get the back.
I got the front.

That's what I'm talking about.

* One, one, two, three

* I know beats like A, B, C

* I come up, they hate to see

* I make believe
till they believe

* I came up to major leagues

* Say you blind
but wait and see

[Man] Oh!

* It's so easy,
one, two, three

(gun bangs)

* A, B, C's from A to Z

(gun banging)
(man yelling indistinctly)

(rap music)

(gun banging)

* Now I'm high up with stars

(gun banging)

* Told me I wouldn't
get far, yeah

* How you liking
these bars, yeah

(rap music)

* Flow so sick I need a medic

(gun banging)
(rap music)

Man, where the fuck you at?

* One, two, three, I
know beats like A, B, C

* I come up they hate to see

* I make believe
till they believe

(gun bangs)

* Say you blind
but wait and see

(man yells)
(gun bangs)

- Ah ha!
(rap music)

(gun banging)

* Got to get the
plans right, huh

(gun banging)
(rap music)

(man yelling indistinctly)

* Just hit it twice like
an Instagram like, right

* Not to mention that I'm
really from the trench

(suspenseful music)

(body thuds)

Yeah.

- What you about
to do with that?

Nah.

I don't even need it.

I'mma beat you ass.

Come on.

Come on.
(fist landing)

(bodies scuffling)

(men grunting)

(body thuds)

That's what you get.

(Mario grunts)
(fists pounding)

- Get your ass up.
- Fuck you.

Fuck your bitch ass.

(gun bangs)
(man sighs)

(sighs) You, too?

What? You surprised, nigga?

Nah, but...

(suspenseful music)

It ain't had to end this way.

(suspenseful music)

Why you so nervous, man?

You all right?

Yeah, what's up, man?

I'm here.

(fire crackling)

You want a smoke?

[Bama] Nah, I'm good.

What up?

Straight to business, huh?

I like that.

So I guess I'll
get right into it.

So you my little brother,
been like brothers.

And that's cool.

See, I love loyalty.

But you know what's
even better than that?

Respect.

See, once you have respect,
you have everything.

(tense music)

So you hitting them corner boys.

My corner boys.

I have to ask myself,

who would be stupid
enough to fuck with me?

But when I begin to realize who,

that blood runs thick.
(pensive music)

You fall, big as hell!

(pensive music)

Got that from my daddy.

Our daddy.

See, the problem is

that blood was never
supposed to be there.

That nigga should never
ever, ever have been born.

(suspenseful music)

My pops was just pimping his
little stinking ass mama out

and he just slipped up.

Cute story.

But what does me being
here gotta do with that?

- I'm here to make
you a proposition.

Prop?

Nigga, what the fuck
can you do for me?

- Money, nigga.
(suspenseful music)

When you hitting
them corner boys,

you can't spend that money.

You sure as hell can't wash it.

As soon as you put it
in another nigga's hand,

they can fuck over
at any given time.

What I'm offering
you is freedom.

No more putting your
life on the line.

(suspenseful music)

What if I say no?

I think you know you can't.

That shit Rell putting
up in his nose,

that he didn't pay for,

it's my shit.

Don't think I don't know
about y'all stealing my shit,

trying to sell it.

See, all I have to
do is expose you.

(eerie music)

Seems to me like,
I'm your best option.

Hmm, and I'm pretty sure

you need something
from me, right?

Of course.

I mean, this is
a two-way street.

[Bama] I'm listening.

I want you to kill Mario.

(suspenseful music)

Not only do you kill Mario,

I want you to kill his spirit.

I want you to take that.

Give it to his mom.

What about Rell?

Don't worry about Rell.

- Look man, I be having
these cops fucking with me.

They-

Don't worry about that either.

Just do what I told you.

All right.

People, look, before I go.

Why you just don't
kill Mario yourself?

(suspenseful music)

You see, it's one thing

for a man to see his
enemy come to destroy him.

But it's an entirely
different knife

when it's a man you trust.

(suspenseful music)

I gotcha.

I'm out.

(eerie music)

Ain't like this for
everybody, motherfucker.

(brick thuds)

- Ah, get the fuck
off me, nigga.

Get the fuck. Gimme me-

Get the fuck off me.

Get the fuck off. Ah.

Ah!

Ah!

What the fuck!

(men grunting)

I loved you like a brother.

Nigga, fuck your love!

It was always about
you, motherfucker.

You just don't get it, huh?

It ain't have to be like this.

- It was always going
to end like this.

Nigga, fuck you!
(gun bangs)

(Mario sighing, panting)

(gun clip clanks)
(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

Sorry, man.

I know it's not personal.

I'm in a bad spot right now.

(suspenseful music)

I have to.

(gun bangs)

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(gun bangs)

I'm sorry.

(gun bangs)

I'm sorry.

(gun bangs)

(Rell sniffs)
(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

- The events that took place
last month were horrific

and flat out scary.
(ominous music)

I want to thank all the brave
officers of this precinct

and the precincts
around the country

for working so hard to
protect our streets,

our families, and
our loved ones.

I especially want to thank this
officer standing next to me.

He's been with the
force for 13 years

and I feel like I know him
better than he knows himself.

Last month, we experienced
one of the deadliest days

in this city's history.
(suspenseful music)

Officer Rell exposed a
major drug syndicate.

(suspenseful music)

And he single-handedly
took down a corrupt officer

who was not only dealing
drugs in our neighborhoods,

but was abusing his power
to become a vigilante.

(arousing music)

This officer, against
my better judgment,

placed himself in harm's way,

dodged the jaws of death and
pushed aside his own safety

to protect all of us.

(pensive music)

[Mario] Einstein once said

the difference between
the genius and stupidity

is that the genius has limits.

I'm not even sure what
the fuck that means,

and I'm not pretending
to be a fucking Einstein,

but I know my limits.

One day I'll remember
this day, this hour,

this part of my life,

and I'll think, "Fuck,
how did I live this long?"

This game, these streets
is like a fucked up

never ending game.

It plays with you like
a kid with a carrot

on the end of a stick.

- Listen, remember
that favor you owe us?

Yeah, bro.

It's time to pay.

- All right. What's up?
(dramatic music)

- [Mario] Except
the carrot is rest.

A chance to let your
guard down and just live.

Never looking over
your shoulder.

Never sleeping with a Glock
two inches from your pillow.

- [Man] You know
this man right here?

[Man] Um.

- Do you know this
man or not, nigga.

Yeah, bro, I know him.

Good.

You going to kill him.

- You want me to
kill a cop, bro?

[Mario] We all knew it.

We all understood it
and we all accepted it.

We was in this shit for good.

I could never get out.

This is my life.

I guess, I'm not a
genius after all.

- You done good.
- Cool.

Now you getting it?

Here, nigga.

- But, bro, that's the whole-

But, what, nigga?

You understand the instructions?

Yeah, man, I understand.

- You sure you understand
the instructions?

Yeah, bro.

Fucking do it, my nigga.

All right, man.

When you want this done?

- First thing in
the morning, bro.

- All right.
- Don't be late.

First thing in the morning, bro.

- All right, bro.
- Don't fuck up.

All right, I hear you bro.

You know what?

I don't feel like
I should have to,

but I'm gonna say it anyway.

You better not say
nothing to nobody.

- Bro, I'm not gonna-
- Anybody!

Or you, you gonna take the
fall for this shit, nigga.

Welcome to North World.

North World for life.

With that said,

I want to award Officer Rell,
(gun bangs)

the bravery award for valor,

(gun bangs)
in the face of danger.

(gun bangs)

I don't know about you,

but I wouldn't want to trust
anyone else with my life.

(audience clapping)

(gun bangs)

(man laughing)

(suspenseful music)

Give it up for Officer Rell.

(audience clapping)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic ambient music)

(warbled ominous music)

(dramatic music)

(foreboding music)

(foreboding music fades)

(soft piano music)

* Hey

(soft piano music)

* Gang

* We going all the way to
the top with this shit

(soft piano music)

* Dirty Diana, can't
lower my standards

* Dirty Diana, can't
lower my standards

(soft piano music)

("Dirty Diana" by
Rugah Rollaxx")

* Dirty Diana

* Tell me what you wanna do

* Can't lower my standards

* What you wanna do

* Dirty Diana

* Hey

* They think it's the struggle

* But bitch I'm a product
of my environment

* I told this bitch, listen
they know I'm a shooter

* You know I'm
gonna fire quick

* Led at the store, you
know I'm gonna fire quick

* But it's all about money,
it's all about duckies

* You know I'm gonna find it

* You know I can't
lower my standards

* Keep the RP with
me for scammers

* Try to reach in my
pockets I dare you

* Chop them hands bitch
right where you standing

* I don't care about your
homies, he playing me

* Tell he pussy by the
way that he standing

("Dirty Diana" by
Rugah Rollaxx")

* Well, I go whip
out the candy

* Take a picture

* The gorilla, I'm
more like a sailor

* Pow pow my muscle I
don't fight no tussle

* Offer the (indistinct)
where he standing

* On my (indistinct),
we rep up and scale it

* Throw the two back
up and stab me

* Double knock if
you want some candy

* All of these ratchets
here thinking I'm scamming

* They they think
it's a struggle

* But bitch I'm a product
of my environment

* I told this bitch, listen
they know I'm a shooter

* You know I'm
gonna fire quick

* Led at the store, you
know I'm gonna fire quick

* But it's all about money,
it's all about duckies

* You know I'm gonna find it

* Bitch I'm a boss

* I ain't seen no problem
that I can't handle

("Dirty Diana" by
Rugah Rollaxx")

* I'm a rock, them
haters can't stand me

* I spent like 10k dancing
around with Dirty Diana

* I don't turn on my toes,
I don't play with my nose

* 'Cause I can't stand 'em

* But all my junkies
real real rich

* They underhanded

* Invest that profit off in
clubs and all that land

* And I still pay all my
taxes with them dancers

* I love the strippers

* They think it's a struggle

* But bitch I'm a product
of my environment

* I told this bitch, listen
they know I'm a shooter

* You know I'm
gonna fire quick

* Led at the store, you
know I'm gonna fire quick

* But it's all about money,
it's all about duckies

* You know I'm gonna find it

* They think it's a struggle

* But bitch I'm a product
of my environment

* I told this bitch, listen
they know I'm a shooter

* You know I'm
gonna fire quick

* Led at the store, you
know I'm gonna fire quick

* But it's all about money,
it's all about duckies

* You know I'm gonna find it