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You know, I played Bobby your tape before he left.

He like, "That's... that's the guy I need."

I need that bass."

Sign with me.

Sounds better than slanging

on the corner and getting locked up, right?

How the fuck you gon' even say some shit like that

to me, man?

You know you dope.

Go get that cream, son.

Yo, I need to fuck with my own name.

I see you, Inspectah.

Picked a new name. Shallah Raekwon.

You know, if that bullet would've went

this way or that way, shit could've been sideways for you.

Hey, yo, you wasting our studio time.

My voice is a instrument, fool!

The one-man army Ason!

What even is this, a quill?

The dead nation must arise,

for the time is at hand.

Are you not ready to rise?

I was putting together a crew.

You're both a part of it, a'ight?

Nah, I ain't in no crew.

You seem to be riding for somebody pretty hard

when you blasted my mom crib, remember that?

Y'all are my brothers. I can't do this without you.

The whole industry will know that Wu-Tang Clan

ain't nothing to fuck with.

Pssh.

Hey, yo, son, these contracts is mad thick, son.

I ain't finna sit here and read all this shit.

You better off telling niggas what you want.

Give me five years of your life.

He's late.

Hey, yo, uh...

I'm really fucking with that suit.

How about you focus on the meeting, huh?

Yo, you sure we can trust this lawyer, huh?

Yeah, yeah.

Mr. Wagner. He did my, uh...

My Prince Rakeem deal, so, um...

Oh, okay. Is... is that a good thing?

You know, because the reason we're here...

- Oh, fuck off. - Is because

- of this Prince Rakeem deal. - Mister Diggs?

We're here to incorporate.

Wu-Tang Productions.

You're sure about the name, Wu-Tang?

Yeah.

Your whole lobby has an Asian vibe to it.

We thought you'd be into it.

- Yeah, on my walls. - We already own it.

The name stays.

- Your brother? - Divine.

And my business partner.

My firm can handle everything.

Once we get the trademark, we can begin to...

Oh, I already registered.

Here's the city of approval,

business license, PO box.

Mm, you got the DBA, too?

Yeah, we like to hit the ground running.

You got a logo?

Our design team is working on mockups.

I prefer to file everything at once,

but, uh, we can proceed without it.

Could that be problematic or...?

Not unless you plan to use the image

on any apparel, merchandise, posters, album covers, flyers,

or anything else intended to promote the company until then.

I thought we had Mathematics on that shit?

- You'll have it by tomorrow. - Perfect.

That way, I can have my assistant review

the pro forma before we submit to the board.

Pro forma. Of course.

Oh. Why are there eight names

listed under recipient of shares?

I wanted to divide the company

among the other group members.

Let them each invest if you like,

but don't give away any shares.

Look, me and you both know how shit went down before.

Business mandates got in the way of creative decisions.

What I'm trying to do is build this group on a...

on a more spiritual level.

Spiritual? Okay.

That's why I'm the lawyer and you're the artist, Rakeem.

- It's RZA now. - RZA, Rakeem, Bobby,

it's the same answer for all three of you...

Don't give away a single share.

Talk some sense into your partner.

It's, um...

it's kind of like selling a brick.

You got to... you got to recoup before you pay out.

Yeah.

- You're the client. - It's your call.

Just know, if you've got eight entities from the get-go,

I'm gonna have to set this company up as an LLC

so I can protect you when this goes bad.

Will you be able to get each member

to sign individual contracts?

Yeah, yeah. Of course.

Let's touch base tomorrow.

But a little bookkeeping before you go...

We take personal checks and all major credit cards.

Yeah, that works.

Always keep me waiting.

The RZA and Divine of Wu-Tang Productions,

guys, meet another of my talented clients.

Chris. Nice to meet you.

When did you get in?

- Last night. - Whirlwind weekend.

Took the redeye home after the Tunnel.

You had a... you had a performance at the Tunnel?

- Yeah. - Sick.

I can put you on the list.

Forget the damn list. Play one of Wu-Tang's songs.

Look, this guy charges me by the hour,

and he starts the clock when we make eye contact.

So leave me a tape and your info, a'ight?

A'ight. Yo.

Oh. Hey, yo, yo, sorry.

Hey, we ran out of... business cards.

Shit.

Um... shut it.

Need to go and get some egg cartons.

Yeah, and add business cards to the list, too, huh?

The most important thing

is to get everyone to sign those contracts.

Yo, that stack you gave him,

was that all the money you had left?

Pretty much, but it's worth every dollar.

It's all talk until everybody signs on that dotted line.

Yo, but good shit in there with the lawyer.

I see you been reading that book from cover to cover.

Thanks. Yeah.

But what the fuck does pro forma mean?

Yo, yo.

Let's get this studio built

so we can control our own destiny.

Now we can make our music independently,

without a label.

We finish this up,

we can fit at least two MCs in a booth at once.

So we building a real studio?

Yep, yep, yep.

I got Power out now

getting all the equipment, and, uh, the rest is up to us.

Hey, yo, this shit is mad rusty, son.

Yeah, well, it gets the job done.

Yo, you even allowed to do all of this?

Don't renovations break the lease?

Yo, at my mom's spot...

We finish up the booth, then we get started on the speakers.

All right?

Where?

Ain't no room for a bed as it is,

let alone a crib.

Gonna hang them from the ceiling.

A'ight, so which one of y'all done construction before?

'Cause...

Men, where's Divine at?

He the one that's good

with all this Bob Vila-ass-shit.

Yo, he's out handling Wu business.

It's up to us to handle this.

I'll get started on the booth,

and you two can install the bass traps.

Nah, I got it.

Hey, yo, I know what you trying to do, son.

I'm trying to make dope music.

Can't do that until we finish this up.

So y'all two niggas better figure it out.

Shurrie.

She must be on her way with the baby.

- He, yo, genius! - Yo.

I can't even make a phone call.

I thought you were gonna activate the landline.

Empty your pockets.

I'll go hit the pay phone, get us set up, yo.

More fucking bread...

- AKG-C414-EB. - That's the mic?

Oh, not just any microphone... brass capsules,

nine polar patterns, state-of-the-art components,

and the last one we have in stock.

The Ensoniq EPS 16 Plus sampler,

two mixers, cables, controllers,

headphones, three speakers, the mic,

DBX Dual Compressors.

- CBS what? - DBX Dual Compressors.

Is there anything else you might...

- No, we good, we good. - If you have trouble

with the SL-4 library sounds for the EPS 16,

try to adjust each sample on its own.

Yo, how much all this shit cost, yo?

That's two bricks.

Bricks, sir?

Forget it.

Hey, this for you.

Take that shit, nigga. Pack all that shit up, kid.

Appreciate that.

Yo, you unplugged my shit. Hey, yo,

I could sleep in the bathtub, son.

Wouldn't be the first time.

No, you and... you and Shurrie take the bed.

I got the couch.

Shit, ain't nobody gonna be doing no sleeping

if I don't get this crib built.

Hey, yo, I got the... I got the one Rie wanted, too.

Fucking highway robbery what they charging for a cage.

I'm letting you know, I'm not...

I'm not changing no diapers, yo.

Nigga, that's your nephew, son.

Just letting you know, yo.

You gon' act like that?

Yo, I mean that. Not a one.

Yeah, whatever, nigga.

- She gets in atoo, right? - Yeah.

So I got plenty of time

to finish the crib before they walk in.

Y'all over here talking about building a crib,

when we supposed to be building a recording studio.

- It's a problem? - What you mean.

"Is it a problem?" What are we doing here?

I be Sam. Sam I am.

Yes, sir. Mm-hmm.

Yo, we told you to go and get cartons,

not go out and buy eggs, yo.

Hey, yo, son, how I'm supposed to get egg cartons

- without the eggs, man? - Yo...

Now, I know you don't expect me

to go dumpster diving, right?

Look at these kicks, man.

Now, where the pots and pans at, son?

Hey, yo, for what, son? For what?

Leave the eggs here.

Go and get some cartons, a'ight?

And you can get food at the store.

Nigga, you trying to make a sandwich

while we working and shit?

You know I can't work on an empty stomach, man.

- Love wasting money. - Wasting money.

Good morning. I'm your operator, Shelly.

How can I be of assistance?

Peace, God.

Uh, so how can I help you?

Need to activate the phone line for account 235-A34.

And name on the account?

Wu-Tang Productions.

It appears there's an outstanding balance

of $580 listed here.

How would you like to pay that today?

- That's not our balance. - That's the last tenant.

Oh, okay, then you'll need to fax

your lease agreement over, or you can bring it down

to one of our satellite offices.

How we gonna fax something without a working line?

Man, fuck all that bullshit.

Sir, that language is unacceptable.

Yo, look...

What the fuck's going on with the power?

Fuck.

Got to get these damn contracts ready.

"Pro forma."

"Official document, financial statement,

or a legal form." Because he's right here.

Yo, what that man saying about me?

My dad wants his suit back, sarakay.

Tell him I need to borrow it for maybe another day.

More like two.

Can he keep it, uh, for a little...

Yes, a little bit...

Mm, okay. Barakmati.

Mm, barakmati.

So what'd he say?

He said you've come a long way...

and it ain't got nothing to do with a suit.

What did he really say?

Have it dry-cleaned.

Light starch.

- Yo. - Yo, what up, Math?

Peace, God.

- What up? - Yeah, welcome.

Peace.

- So how's the... - How's the job site?

No, no, you know, shit, same soup, just reheated.

- Mm-hmm. - Been hiding away

most of the day on the rooftop working on these logos.

Ooh! Okay, a'ight. Let me see.

Got you, huh?

Bam, bam! Protect your neck!

Mm! You like that?

We, uh... we trying to start a business,

you know, not make a horror flick.

Yo, RZA said you want to be cutting people's heads off.

Okay.

Mathematics, just take a seat, please.

All right, so, um, what we need is we need a logo

that's, uh... that's gonna

call out to the people like the Bat-Signal.

Yeah?

This is gonna make them run and hide.

You want less blood? No blood.

No severed heads. This is...

This isn't Friday the 13th.

A'ight, back to the drawing board, then.

I need it by tomorrow.

Tomorrow? That's a rush job.

I know, but can you just do me this one favor?

Yo, I got to charge you more. That's double.

Okay. Okay, okay.

Hey, look, you come back later, I'll have it for you.

A'ight, I better get to work, then.

Oh. Y'all making a horror movie?

Hey, careful, Killah.

Hey, yo, this shit kind of therapeutic.

I ain't even gonna front, son.

Hell, yeah.

Feels kind of good to be building some shit, right?

Yo, yo. Check it out, yo.

Hell, yeah.

We got everything to record now.

Ain't nothing gonna stop us.

It's only one mic?

Yeah. You know how much that shit cost?

Yeah. Yo, I do. I just...

We need... we need two microphones.

Just have these niggas pass... pass it

back and forth and shit.

They can't be passing microphones

back and forth on skits.

Yeah, it's time for my break, son.

Thanks, man.

- What do you mean, man? - What the fuck?

I didn't use anything.

Oh, shit!

Yo, what's wrong?

That's my building manager.

Probably about the electricity and shit.

Hey, yo, she see all of this shit, it's over.

She sees the wall back there, we'll get fucking evicted.

- You want me to go handle it? - I'll handle it.

You guys just stay put.

Be easy. Don't make any noise.

A'ight? Yeah, a'ight.

Hey, is your power out?

I don't... I don't know.

You don't know if you have power?

How's that?

I just... I just moved here.

I don't really have anything inside.

I keep telling these people don't use too much juice,

or they're gonna break the circuit.

You should try one of these other tenants.

I didn't... I didn't use any power, so maybe it's...

It's one of them over there.

- Ah, fuck. - What's that?

What do you...

I thought... you said there was no...

I think it's the whole block, son.

I just came from the next building over.

I know the super. His power just came back on.

Well, my guy's not here today.

I got you.

I took a few classes in trade school.

Where your box at?

In the maintenance room.

It's not haunted, is it?

No.

Trade school, huh?

I was tryin' to work for NASA and shit.

Thank you.

Come on. Let's go!

Come on, baby, four, five, six.

Four, five, six, four, five, six.

Yo, Poppy, are you gon' roll the dice,

or you're trying to stick your dick in it?

Come on, kid. I ain't got all day, let's go.

Damn! Why y'all rushing me?

Give me my shit.

Yo, I heard Bobby's back in town.

Yeah.

He changed his name again, right?

From Rakeem to the RZA.

Yeah, something like that.

Y'all gonna do more joints together?

I guess.

After I empty everyone of y'all pockets!

Pssh, yeah, right.

Yo, shorty.

You still trying to play?

Yo, how much money you lost today already?

- Yo, come on. - Chill out, big bro.

Yo!

I'm getting my money back from one of y'all niggas.

A'ight?

Oh, yes, sir. Four, five, six.

Yo, good lookin' on the bail.

Yo, you already know we got you.

What's up, dog?

Yo, We need to head to the st...

Them niggas Ghost and Rae are already there.

- Ghost? - D-Lover.

Changed his name to Ghostface Killah,

like in the movies and shit.

Yo, him and Rae? In the same room?

U- That Park Hill-Stapleton shit?

That shit is over now, son.

Word?

RZA had them squash that shit.

- RZA, who's that? - Bobby, son.

He call himself The RZA now.

Yo, how long I been locked up for?

Shit, nigga, a long time, nigga.

- Yo, pass the method, son. - I got to get my mental right.

Oh, shit!

Man, these instructions

don't even make sense.

Oh, shit.

Yo, the Inspectah, in the flesh.

Peace, peace. You good?

U-God, what's up, kid?

Yo, it took mad long, son.

What, jakes is fucking with you on lockup?

Yo, bon-bon, yo.

What up, son? What up? What up?

Peace.

- What's the word? - What's good, niggas?

Yo, Poppy got hit, son.

Is he...

Shit fucked up, son.

Just minding his business.

He wasn't even doin' nothing. The bullet wasn't even for him.

Bullets don't got names on them.

I was out there all afternoon, son.

It could be me in a fucking body bag right now.

Yeah, I hear you.

Shit, I got hit.

Shit, my leg's still fucked up.

I could still be in prison.

Yo, all of us,

we've been through our shit, right?

But we all here now, with our brothers.

So this the new, uh...

this the new studio, huh?

Yeah. Let's use it.

Let's make some fucking music, yeah?

I got some new shit I been working on.

Let me finish this shit, son.

Yo, I finally got this shit done!

Yo, the springboard's on backwards, guy.

Put the mattress in, the baby's shit might collapse.

What are you talking about, son?

What did he say?

Springs is on backwards.

Put the baby in there, it might collapse.

Motherfucker!

Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo! Chill, Killah.

Nah, 'cause I been working on this shit all day.

Now I got to take this shit a-fucking-part

and put it back together,

and Shurrie is at the station, my nigga.

You gon' go pick her up? Nah, right?

She been on the bus seven hours.

This ain't a fucking joke.

It ain't even that serious, nigga.

- Yo, this nigga bugging. - Tripping, yo.

- Yo, who got the method, man? - We dry.

U-Let me call my mans real quick.

That's fucked, yeah, nigga.

Yo, what up with the phone?

The phone is disconnected.

Electricity is out. U-What you mean it's out?

What the fuck is we doing here for, then?

It's out, nigga.

Yo, no power. No phone. No damn weed.

Man, I thought we was making music, son.

This nigga ain't got shit, man.

Shit's wack, man.

Fuck out of here.

Name me one famous company

that doesn't have a memorable logo.

Stop selling and get to the point, son.

What are we doing? Rolling Stones...

We got the Rolling Stones, they have that red tongue.

- Listen, listen, listen. - Pink Floyd's got that...

I agreed to bankroll Bobby's music.

I hear you... know what I'm saying?

No, I hear you, but this goes beyond music.

Next thing you know, you'll want me to pay

for fucking business cards and shit, right?

- You should be more worried... - Hey, look, man...

About getting all them cats to sign them contracts.

Math has been working on this Wu logo for weeks,

and we still haven't paid him.

Yo, did you not see all that new equipment

I bought for Bobby for the studio?

Did you not see that shit? Right.

And not to mention the fucking tools,

the rugs, bail money.

Now you want me to pay for a fucking logo, nigga?

A fucking logo?

You the executive producer of the album, right?

Well, that logo is gonna be on the cover of that album.

Oh, word?

You know, I swear with y'all niggas,

it's like one handout after the next, right?

I'm down to my last stack.

Look, this is why you'll be first to reap the rewards

when we blow up.

So can you just pay the man so he can...

He can deliver me the logo,

so then I can give the logo to the lawyer,

so the lawyer can deliver the pro forma tomorrow?

You not hearing me.

I spent everything I had on that fucking equipment, nigga.

I'm basically broke, son.

Are you serious?

No, no, what... yo, what about the...

Look, come... come talk to me.

Fuck out of here.

Yo, yo, yo.

Yo, it's me.

Yo, what up, Bobby?

Where's that fucking flashlight at?

My nigga Math. What's good, yo? You good?

Yeah, man. I'm just trying to get paid

for this logo work, but it seem like y'all ain't got it.

This is...

was my rent money.

Take the shit. It's yours.

- Yo, you sure? - Yeah.

Just, uh, simplify the shit, you dig?

I know there's a new fuse

in one of these boxes.

So how do you go from wanting to work for NASA

to making music?

You know, I always been into frequencies,

and all frequencies is is vibrations.

You know, that's all music is... Frequencies and vibrations.

So what kind of a singer are you?

No, I'm a... I'm a rapper.

I sing, too.

It's hard to explain.

And what's your stage name?

The Ol' Dirty Bastard.

- It's like a joke? - Like Weird Al?

No, it ain't no joke like Weird Al.

It's the Ol' Dirty Bastard

'cause ain't no father to my style.

And who do you think is gonna buy

a record from a guy named Ol' Dirty Bastard?

You don't like the Ol' Dirty Bastard?

What kind of name you like, then?

For you? You look like...

El gran niño Jesús.

Shit.

El gran niño Jesús, yeah.

El gran niño Jesús.

Yeah.

Come on, man, I can't take this shit no more.

Yo, we really tryin' to light this shit up with candles, son?

This is not a fucking memorial service, dog.

U-Word. Yo, how much longer, yo?

Yo, shorty been hitting

my line all day, B.

Yo, I'm off this shit, son.

- It's dark, yo. - Hey, yo, yo, just...

Just chill, a'ight?

We... we about to make some music.

Just... just wait for the lights to come back on.

Can't nobody recording nothing

without the electricity, son.

Yeah, Sha got a point, son. Maybe another day.

Just give it a second, yo. Just...

Nah, bro.

Trade school, motherfucker.

Yo!

Fuck out of here, son.

Bring your ass back inside, yo.

Bring your ass back in. U-

- Let's make some fucking music!

Hey, hell, yeah, nigga!

Yo, he killing this shit.

Which one of you motherfuckers want method?

- What's good, God? - Yo, what up, what up?

Power, what's good?

Yo, you hear Meth right now?

All right, y'all, get your White Owls.

Get your meth, get your skins.

Don't forget your 'orties.

And we gonna do it like this.

This nigga fucking spitting, nigga!

- Aw... - Yo, yo.

- Dirty, what's good, yo? - Son, you got to be louder.

You do that for me?

Ain't got to worry about that no more, son.

We can't get evicted, yo.

- Nah, we cool, man. - A'ight.

- What did I tell you, man? - What did I tell you, man?

What did I tell you, man?

Method Man going crazy right now.

Yo!

Thanks, Ol' Dirty Bastard.

Hey, yo, we deserved this shit, you know what I'm saying?

Can I ask you a question?

Go ahead.

What's your name?

I told you already.

Ason Unique.

No way your parents named you that.

Come on, what's your real name?

My real name? Russell.

I prefer Ol' Dirty Bastard.

Hello, my name is James.

How can I be of help to you today?

Peace, God. Excuse me?

Good evening. This is Marcus.

- How can I help you? - Peace, God.

What seems to be the issue?

Hello, this is Tucker.

Peace, God. Sir?

I don't understand.

The operator.

Hello, this is Heather. How can I help you?

- Excuse me, sir? - This is Ashley...

Peace, God.

Could you repeat that?

Hello?

This is Britney. How can I help you?

Sir?

- Operator. - Peace, God.

Peace, God.

Yo, we just moved into our new spot, God.

The last tenant left an account balance,

my word is bond, and we starting a new business,

so we need the phone in service immediately.

I got you. Just give me your info.

Yo, that's peace.

The info, account number 235-A34.

Wu-Tang Productions.

Hey, yo, this shit is banging, son.

Gza, what's the word, B?

Yo, what up, God? U... What's going on?

- Shaolin shit up. - Peace to the God.

Yo. Yeah.

The phone number for Wu-Tang Productions, God.

Oh, shit, yo. Yo, Deck.

Yo, pass the bone, though, God,

Nigga been outside all day.

Yo, respect, brother.

Oh, y'all think y'all the Method Man?

Trying out your superpower lungs and shit.

Do me a favor and, uh, give the blunt

to Meth in the studio.

Nigga, while he's recording?

Yeah, tell him to...

To take the biggest hit he's ever taken in his life.

A'ight?

A'ight. Bet.

Shit. Light me up.

About to blow, light me up.

Oh, shit.

Yo, hit it, dog.

Hey, yo, hit that shit, nigga.

Hit that shit.

Bro, hit it, God.

Come on, son.

Hit that shit one time.

Yeah, that's some good bone right there.

Word.

Badass. Keep that ass in.

I'm surprised he's still sleeping.

How long was he out for on the bus?

The entire ride.

I was able to read a whole book.

- That's my boy. - Yeah.

Well, your boy is gonna be up all night.

Please tell me you got that crib.

- Yeah, I got it. - Okay.

I just got to finish building it.

Look, we was building the studio and shit all day.

Okay.

Motherf...

Hey, yo, I guess I'm a professional handyman now.

The building is a lot nicer than you described.

Yeah.

They got a park down the street

with a little jungle gym.

We had all that.

What was missing in Ohio was you.

Cute.

I'm guessing this the one.

Welcome home.

Yo!

What's going on, D?

Ghost up in the house.

Hey, yo, you build this?

Not me. The Chef.

Yo.

Yeah.

Check it.

Yeah, Meth!

Killer tape, God.

Yo.

Did you really think we was all gonna live up in there?

They not all living here, Rie.

Come on, we... we talked about this already.

Why you acting all surprised?

I knew it was small, but not that kind of small.

I know, but it was bigger

before we put all Bobby's equipment and shit.

All right?

Bobby already agreed to take the couch.

What about the baby?

We can put the crib in the kitchen.

It's not always gonna be like this, Rie.

Of course it will.

What other option we got?

Dennis, I told you we need our own place.

And I told you we can't rent another...

- Shh! - We can't rent another spot,

because we gon' blow through our savings

in, like, two months.

What else are we supposed to do?

I don't know. This is not gonna work.

Yo, Ghostface Killah.

Yo, what up, what up, son? What up?

Yo, Bobby wants to talk business.

All right. I'll be right there.

Hey, what's up, Shurrie?

Look, let me just go in there

and handle this real quick, a'ight?

I'll be right back out.

Come on, Rie.

Ghostface Killah?

Contract?

Mm-hmm, that's right, contract.

So every contract is exactly the same.

Now, you all be signed on to Wu-Tang Productions

as a group and as individual artists.

Now, what that means is that you still have the ability

to do your solo albums,

but you still stay a part of Wu-Tang.

What we're trying to do...

is create a business, right?

Now, in order to do that...

we got to paper up.

I see each and every one of y'all as fucking stars, yo.

Now, for the rest of the world to see that,

I need three things.

I need time.

I need control.

- Control? - I need trust.

And I swear to God,

I'll take you all the way to the fucking top, yo.

We'll change this entire fucking industry.

What do you say?

Yo, son, these contracts is mad thick, son.

- Word. - I ain't finna sit here

and read all this shit.

You better off just telling niggas what you want.

- Know what I mean? - Word.

What's wrong with this man?

Give me five years of your life.

Five years?

- You can keep this shit, son. - Five years?

- Yo, B. - Come on, man.

Five years is a long time.

Yo, son, the judge wasn't even gonna give you

five years back in Ohio.

Come on, son. Sha...

Don't Sha me, nigga.

What the fuck is this nigga doing?

Who knows you all better than Bobby?

Nigga, he was signed to a label.

He gave control to those greedy-ass executives already.

Nigga, they weren't family. Look how that shit turned out.

He got paid, though.

But he got paid a fraction of what we can make

if we all came together, my nigga.

Just listen for a second. See, my man get it.

Yo, son, what's pro forma?

A'ight. A'ight, yo.

We... we, uh... we built this studio together, right?

Word!

In order to keep this shit together,

you got to tighten every motherfucking screw.

You got to hammer in every nail.

That's what this fucking contract serves as...

to keep us together.

The fucking paperwork only comes into play

if we break our word... that's it.

I'm just asking y'all niggas to take the first step.

After that...

I got y'all.

And yo, y'all, deep down in your hearts,

y'all know that shit, right?

Right?

Right.

Look at us, we a family.

We fucking family, right?

Yo, son, I'd rather make hits than get hit any day.

I'll sign it, son.

- Here we go, Bobby. - Word.

You got to nod yourself.

We're all family, right, Bobby?

Yo, put that beat back on, son.

So this my...

Turn that shit up.

Are you... you gon' sign that?

No, it's cypher.

Well, cuz, you already know my word is my bond, right?

What? You know I'm here.

Yeah. Bobby, tell him.

My nigga.

Sooh!

Come in.

- Come in. I got you. - Thank you.

Hey, yo, you really think we're gonna make it, son?

Oh, Sha.

How long you been up?

Shit, that would require falling asleep.

You talk to Shurrie?

Yeah, I'ma head over there in a minute.

Yo, I got to make this work for my family, son.

She'll come back around, yo.

She has to.

Nah, son.

We just need a spot of our own. That's it.

We got this crib so we could save money...

you know...

Make music.

Yeah, I know.

Yo...

We're gonna make it.

That shit's hot.

Hell, yeah. What's it called?

"Method Man."

Hey, you got something on your hands.

Hell, yeah.

So you gonna play that shit in the club tonight?

- What's up? - I can't do it.

Why the fuck not?

Look, the audio levels are off.

If I play this at the club,

it'll sound like the song is playing through a phone.

All right, here, check this out, check this out.

A'ight, now look at these levels.

You see how this song hits that mark up there?

That's what you want.

Yo, we spent all that fucking money

on the audio equipment.

I understand, man,

but there's only so much you can do at home.

To get this to the next level, it needs to be recorded

in a real studio to get the sound right,

or at least mixed and mastered in studio.

Yo, how much is that gonna cost?

- I mean... - Fuck this shit, man.

Hey, yo. Yo!

Something I said?

Look, we have all the parts

you already recorded here.

How many hours do we need in a studio?

Like, total?

It's not even about hours, yo.

It's about days, maybe even weeks.

We're gonna have to rent studio time

for every single song that we do.

And we don't have the funds.

Well, you... you can apply for a credit card.

Me?

- Both of us can. - Yo.

Come on, now, what more can we lose?

Think about how long that's gonna take.

A'ight, no. No, no.

Maybe we can ask Jerome.

A'ight.

Look at us.

So damn broke, we can only afford one egg roll.

You think that's the building manager?

You ready to get evicted?

No, you getting evicted.

I live with my girlfriend.

- What's up, bro? - Yo, what's up?

- How you? - I'm all right.

What's up, bro? All good?

Yeah. Yo, yo.

Answering the door like I'm the police or some shit.

Y'all good?

Yeah, we okay.

You know this my shit, right?

All this equipment right here?

Keyboards, the speakers, the mic.

Everything you asked me for, I gave you, right?

- Yes. - Yes.

We can't have your shit sounding bad

in the club, right?

Go to the studio. Do what you got to do.

I told you on that damn boat I was in all the way.

Know what I mean? I believe in this shit.

No, no, nigga, I thought you were broke.

I sold my whip.

- Shit, man. - Come here, dog.

Yo, yo, Math. Peace, God.

Peace, God.

Got that?

Oh, shit.

Yeah? Yeah.

- Yeah, nigga. - Yeah.

Hell, yeah.

Get on the line.