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Malika: Everybody's got a hustle.

Renee': What y'all name is?

Don't matter 'cause it's about that BoxWorld!

Malika: A lotta people think the word "hustlin'"

means gambling, robbing or stealing.

Don't get me wrong, it means all that, too.

But that ain't all that it means.

Yeah, Kold and Windy, bitch!

It could mean a whole lot more. Windy, bitch!

We comin' for that ass! BoxWorld!

Renee': Y'all think this a game.

We ain't playing with y'all, though.

Let's get it. Okay.

♪ Top Opp, you the top spot

♪ Who the first to go?

♪ We be singing like we them lil shortys ♪

♪ Minnie minny moe

♪ Super duper soaker

♪ Spray and blick up at the whole row ♪

♪ And we shoot just like the splash brothers ♪

♪ All we do is score

♪ Top Opp, you the top spot

♪ Who the first to go?

♪ We be singing like we them lil shortys ♪

♪ Minnie minny moe

♪ Super duper soaker

♪ Spray and blick up at the whole row ♪

♪ And we shoot just like the splash brothers ♪

♪ All we do is score

♪ Aye, watch that man

♪ We gone add the body on the front line ♪

♪ Put them selfies all up on a shirt ♪

♪ And leave yo momma crying

♪ Juicy drip jump outs in my jay ♪

♪ All I do is shine

♪ We jus' hit the freight, fill up the trunk ♪

♪ Bitch, it's hammer time

♪ And I seen yo sister in the 'burbs ♪

♪ She a lil ho

♪ Trailed her back up to yo granny crib ♪

♪ Now we got the lo

♪ On yo ass

♪ Christmas lights gone sparkle through yo windows ♪

♪ Thurm ♪ When them hollow tips come hit your skin ♪

♪ Burn you like a perm

♪ Body firm, it's a code blue

♪ We just added two

♪ We them bad boys, what you gon' do? ♪

♪ When we come for you

♪ All true, most the Raq we ran through ♪

♪ And we tinted out the steamer ♪

♪ Nobody can see it through ♪ Bitch

♪ Top Opp, you the top spot

♪ Who the first to go?

♪ We be singing like we them lil shortys ♪

♪ Minnie minny moe

♪ Super duper soaker

♪ Spray and blick up at the whole row ♪

♪ And we shoot just like the splash brothers ♪

♪ All we do is score

♪ Top Opp, you the top spot

♪ Who the first to go?

♪ We be singing like we them lil shortys ♪

How'd I do?♪ Minnie minny moe

♪ Super duper soaker

♪ Spray and blick up at the whole row ♪

On Box.

♪ And we shoot just like the splash brothers ♪

♪ All we do is score

♪ RIP, forever Box, swear to God ♪

♪ I'mma keep yo people straight ♪

♪ Whole world gone know yo name ♪

♪ Everyday whole hood gone celebrate ♪

♪ Lil Box gone be the reason

♪ This city went up in murder rate ♪

♪ 'Cuz we gone smoke they ass two by two ♪

♪ It's an eliminate

♪ We searching through the trenches, get sitchy ♪

♪ Put bodies on the floor

♪ I'm tucking with lil foe nem he wit' me ♪

♪ Plus he keepin' score

♪ Exotic smoke, finna come turn that sh... ♪

♪ Into ya baby bro

♪ Lil Rick he on yo ass, you won't see 'em ♪

♪ Unh-unh, you just heard the blow ♪

♪ That's fasho

♪ We gone put a nice big tag up on yo biggest toe ♪

♪ Body blow, seventeen hold my clip ♪

♪ Extendo brought some mo

♪ I don't know

♪ Who the hell thought I was shooting blanks ♪

♪ But that's a no

♪ Target practice, line up any opp I see 'em ♪

♪ They ass gotta go

♪ Top Opp, you the top spot

Malika: "Hustle" really means,

"You do what you gotta do to do what you wanna do.

♪ Super duper soaker

♪ Spray and blick up at the whole row ♪

♪ And we shoot just like the splash brothers ♪

♪ All we do is score

♪ Top Opp, you the top spot

♪ Who the first to go?

♪ We be singing like we them lil shortys ♪

♪ Minnie minny moe

♪ Super duper soaker

♪ Spray and blick up at the whole row ♪

♪ And we shoot just like the splash brothers ♪

♪ All we do is score

On the streets of Chicago, we call it a "stain."

♪ Kold 'n Windy world erday live like suicide ♪

♪ And u betta get it, how u living, boa, it's do or die ♪

♪ Bet not do no lackin', homie

♪ That mite be yo homicide

♪ Streets ain't neva love nobody ♪

♪ Specially when u from the Chi ♪

Woman: I don't think we're from around here.

♪ Aye, we shoot, we don't miss ♪

♪ Foenem smoked u, now u lit

♪ We was born into this lane

♪ And it's to death we never quit ♪

♪ We be slidin' around this city ♪

♪ Checkin' opps up off the list ♪

♪ And it's march, we never losin' ♪

♪ We gone score a big hit ♪ That's right

♪ And them blicks be runnin' laps ♪

♪ Get big motion, never sit

♪ Been outside since we were shortys ♪

♪ OG never took a hit

♪ No new insiders allowed

♪ It's survival of the fit

♪ Ain't no nan no other place

♪ In the whole world as real as this ♪

Where is this? Hey!

♪ We get down on site it ain't pump fake in this lane shorty ♪

♪ We could take your life just like your maker ♪

♪ Ain't no game, shorty

♪ Back door two foe seven ain't no lackin keep yo eyes shorty ♪

♪ When we on u ain't no way that u can ever hide from me ♪

♪ Kold 'n Windy world erday live like suicide ♪

♪ And u betta get how u living boa, it's do or die ♪

♪ Bet not do no lackin', homie

♪ That mite be yo homicide

♪ Streets ain't neva love nobody ♪

♪ Especially when u from the Chi ♪

Scooter D: Welcome back to "We Got the Smoke,"

the show that gives you da realest hip hop

from da streets of the Chi.

I'm ya host, Scooter D.

In the studio today is a crew that many say

is the best drill crew in the Chi.

Now, these are my girls.

I been rockin' with 'em for years.

I'm talkin 'bout none other than the beautiful Kold

and the stunning Windy, who makes the dynamic duo

"Kold & Windy." What up, ladies?

How you doin', Scooter?

What's good, G?

BoxWorld!

My man. Word.

I wanna thank y'all for taking the time to build

with "We Got the Smoke" today.

No doubt. And thanks for having us.

We real proud of what you're doing with your podcast.

Yeah, you definitely been on yo grind.

I appreciate that.

And we got our peoples in the building, too.

Our producer and DJ, "DJ Ricochet."

Okay.

He make da sickest beats in da game.

Yep. And our manager Temper.

That's what's up.

So, Kold and Windy, how did y'all start rhyming together?

Whew. Mm.

Me and Windy been best friends since we was little girls.

After I lost both of my parents to the streets,

I moved in with Windy at her auntie house in Englewood.

We love you, GeGe!

Take a shot of that Hen, GeGe!

So, y'all are more like real sisters

than just rhyme partners? Yeah.

Yeah, me and Kold relationship go way deeper than music.

Like, she my heart, for real.

Ain't nuthin we wouldn't do for one another.

Mm. That's real.

Windy is like the sister I never had.

More than sisters.

And I think that's reflected in our music, too.

Even though we both got two different styles,

it's our love for each other and our crazy history

together that makes Kold & Windy so strong.

Well, it's obvious y'all ride for each other.

And that's... that's a breath of fresh air in this business.

Windy, many are saying

you're one of the best female lyricists in the game.

Mm.

How does it feel to be so well-respected for your flow?

You know what? I appreciate the compliment.

Especially from the fans, 'cuz I do it for them.

You know? But I mean, to be real,

I'm just trying to stay true to the game and tell my story.

That's what's up.

And beautiful Kold, the last pic you posted damn near went viral.

You got over 300,000 likes.

I gotta admit, I ain't never liked a pic so fast in my life.

The pic was fire. Thank you.

Like Windy said, it's a real honor to be recognized.

Damn. Kold & Windy got it all.

Beauty and the talent.

I hear y'all repping this "BoxWorld" thing all the time.

What's the story with that?

Box was a homie we grew up with.

Yeah, Box was a real street soldier.

No doubt.

He was the first to really encourage me and Windy

to pursue our dreams.

We gonna always rep Box in our music.

Always.

So we renamed our block to "BoxWorld."

Mm. That's what's up.

You know, and I'd also like to speak

on the pop bitches that are jealous

'cause they ain't got the style or the talent

Windy got.

All they can do is shoot.

Are we talking about anybody in particular?

Fa sho.

We ain't trying to say no names.

Yeah, we is.

Shelly Winter and the J-City goofies.

Pow!

♪ Outside and I'm lurkin', pullin' two foe just like Kobe ♪

♪ They just sink below, I seen em duckin' ♪

♪ But I know it's him

♪ Know it's him, know it's him ♪

♪ For sure it's him

♪ Blow at him

♪ Score at him

♪ Shoot at them

♪ Shawn Kemp

♪ Then I say no names on these songs and that goofy sh... ♪

♪ He a killer, man, he just got out on bond ♪

♪ He ready to shoot the shit

♪ Who the eff y'all gon' call, you know yo homies ♪

♪ Ain't got no blicks for this

J-City!

Don't even axe to borrow my car, Pop.

I'm sick of your mess!

Calm yo ass down.

Nobody even asked to use yo car.

I do gotta go handle that J-City bid'nez later though on gang.

Not in my car you ain't.

I'm starting to wonder what kinda "bid'nez"

you really out there handling.

Hey, speakin on "handlin' bid'nez",

Shelly Winter and J-City been spinning our block,

and you act like you don't even care.

I mean, the old Malika would'a been ready to slide.

Like I'm finna do.

But you don't even carry yo banger no more.

What you doin'?

I'mma answer yo phone.

Why you always think somebody cheatin' on you, Pop?

I ain't got nuthin to hide.

Go ahead, answer it.

Yo, who is this?

Yeah, I accept.

Oh, whaddup. Chief?

Yeah, this Pop Off.

Malika man.

Yep.

No doubt, no doubt.

Yeah. Hey, how they treating you in there?

I heard that.

I just got out, like, three months ago myself.

Yep. But hey, oh, yeah.

I'm still gonna handle that business we got in the streets.

I got you.

Say, listen.

Here go Malika right here.

It's Chief.

Hey, Benji.

Bye, Benji.

Come here.

When we getting married, Pop?

Here you go.

Look... why you always gotta bring that up?

Is you serious right now?

Last year, you said wait one more year.

It's been over a year, Pop.

What we waiting for?

You know, it seem like you only serious about marrying me

when you locked up.

So what's up with that?

Look, I told you, there's some stuff I gotta handle.

I gotta get my paper right first.

I keep telling you, we don't have to wait for that.

Kold & Windy music is really about to blow up

and my stains are making some serious paper.

I can hold us down while you get on your feet.

Let me answer your phone.

What? You heard me.

Let me answer your phone.

Now you talkin' crazy.

I let you answer mine. Let me answer yours.

Please.Hmm.

Give... Give me this phone!

What you gonna do, Pop, hit me?!

Go ahead! Hit me!

So you can shoot yo banger in the street,

but you can't face me?

Who calling you, Pop? Some bitch?!

Are you serious?

Hmm.

How you gonna come at me like that?

Li, you the only one who held me down when I was locked up.

You the only woman I ever even considered

makin' my wifey.

You the only thing I need, baby.

Just me and you.

I'm sorry, Pop.

I didn't mean to start a fight.

I just... I want us to spend more time together.

And we will.

Soon, we gonna be able to spend all the time

in the world together.

But right now, I gotta go.

Don't be gone all day in my car, Pop.

A'ight, I won't. Trust me.

Yo, we good.

Nah, she don't know nuthin.

I'm on the way.

Yeah.

Why we talking about Shelly Winter

during our interview?

We supposed to be talking about Kold & Windy.

You giving that bitch some of our shine.

I thought we was really trying to take our music

to the next level. We is.

It sure don't seem like it.

'Cause we been spending more time with street beefs

than studio time.

We Kold & Windy, bitch.

We got a image to maintain.

An image that's earned in these streets on Box.

Since you wanna bring up Shelly,

let's talk about how people been gassin' your head

off these selfies you takin'.

Girl, ain't nobody gassin' my head up.

And this was Temper's idea. This ain't fun for me.

This is marketing for Kold & Windy.

You sure about that?

Yeah, I'm sure. What?

You mad 'cause Scooter shouted out my pic?

Quit hatin', Nae.

Ain't nobody hatin'.

How you think I felt when he said you

one of the best female lyricists in the game?

He just sayin' that

'cause I don't need to write my rhymes,

but you still got skills.

Don't nobody speak on them.

Not ever.

You're out here playing me like I'm a whole-ass clown.

Don't be tryin' to switch the topic, okay?

You know you take more selfies than the rhymes you write.

Plus I said I'll help you.

I don't need your help writin' my rhymes, Nae.

And I don't need you hatin' on my selfies.

You need to be postin' selfies, too.

I ain't no model, bitch.

I rhyme and I slide.

Are y'all ready?

Yeah.

Y'all ain't ready.

Not at all.

Kold & Windy, bitch.

BoxWorld, BoxWorld.

Aye, let's get it.

♪ We don't really like nan one of y'all ♪

♪ Smokin' good like fireman

♪ You just make that call

♪ Desert eagle custom pink

♪ She gonna shake some

♪ We see you got it and we want it ♪

♪ We gonna take some ♪ Goofy

♪ They know how I'm comin' when it's go ♪

♪ Won't take no time

♪ And I'm taking twenty five from you ♪

♪ For every one of mine

♪ What I look like letting that lil ho slide ♪

♪ When she owe me ♪ Dummy

♪ Hop outs every time when we slide ♪

♪ Ain't no hiding from me

♪ Bitch, count yo blessings ♪

♪ Ain't no questions, we gone catch you ♪

♪ Dummy

♪ Bitch, you watching us but who's that? ♪

♪ That's yo ass, shordy

♪ Slick bitch, edges on slick rick ♪

♪ I'm gone take them out they pockets, get me rich rich ♪

♪ My head'll pop, he go dumb, get illiterate ♪

♪ And it's merch, everything I did I really meant ♪

♪ I'm a real member, foe nem not gone play about me ♪

♪ Can't never catch me

♪ All his goofy ass could say about me ♪

♪ Goofy

♪ We don't really like nan one of y'all ♪

♪ Smokin' good like fireman

♪ You just make that call

♪ Desert eagle custom pink

♪ She gonna shake some

♪ We see you got it and we want it ♪

♪ We gonna take some

♪ Looking ass, put me in yo views ♪

♪ Shordy, you'z a goofy

♪ Bitch, I'm childish, I be in yo hood like ♪

♪ Ah ha, bitch, you missed me ♪

♪ I ain't seen her ♪ Who?

♪ Ho that forgot I had my blicky with me ♪

♪ Double aim, double drop I made ♪

♪ Double you hos against me ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm greedy, like I hit two times ♪

♪ That's why two Rugers wit' me ♪

♪ Kold got aim, shoot yo ass, you lame ♪

♪ Windy got the city

♪ We ain't going, gang them numbers growing ♪

♪ Opps can't keep up with it ♪

♪ When I die, everything I did ♪

♪ Bitch, tell them Windy did it ♪

♪ She my lil shooter then she ate me ♪

♪ My lil bitch bitch

♪ Go smoke a opp and smoke his gas ♪

♪ Now we lit lit

♪ Stay with my loyal ho

♪ That bitch won't go one day without me ♪

♪ And it ain't over till the devil get his way up out me ♪

♪ Bitch

♪ We don't really like nan one of y'all ♪

♪ Smokin' good like fireman

♪ You just make that call

♪ Desert eagle custom pink

♪ She gonna shake some

♪ We see you got it and we want it ♪

♪ We gonna take some

♪ Goofy

It's imperative we get those numbers and views up.

Renee', you at 78,000 followers.

Malika, you're just over 100,000.

That's nothing.

I need those numbers up 350,000 each.

350,000?

Is you serious? How we supposed to do that?

By working harder.

If it was easy, everybody and their mama would be doing it.

Okay. So what do we need to do?

Well, first, you need

to start taking pictures more.

Make them as sexy as possible.

Get creative.

Get psychological.

You need to start going live on the block,

posting freestyles more.

I'm already doing that.

Well, do it more.

You both know

what's marketable about yourselves.

We can't get comfortable

because Kold & Windy is popular.

To hell with "popular," we tryna get "paid."

So we have to keep our fan base engaged.

These marketing and PR companies,

they base their campaigns

off of your social-media presence.

So we have to do more.

It's time to get the bag.

"It's time to get the bag."

Goofy-eyed bitch.

Guess what I heard.

What?

I heard some dope boys set up a spot in Treacherous Town.

I heard they sloppy, too.

Ricky gonna slide, but it ain't the same without you.

On Box.

Nah, I'm good. Damn, bitch.

I ain't even let me give you all the details yet.

I don't care about the details.

I told you, I'm good.

You know, you been actin' real funny style lately.

I ain't acting funny style.

Bitch, yes, you is.

We been hittin' these stickups for years.

No problem.

We was havin' a ball.

Now, you act like you too good.

Oh, you rather do them corny-ass scams.

Them "corny scams" pay.

And I don't need a gun to do it.

It's time to grow up.

I can't be out here acting stupid.

Yo! Shelly Winter on a live chat calling out Kold & Windy.

What?! Oh, this girl.

As y'all can see, I'm slidin' through lame-ass "BoxWorld."

Kold & Windy ain't nowhere to be found.

Where these scared hos at?

Ain't no scared hos here.

Kold & Windy.

Two corny goofies.

Y'all finally grew some balls, huh?

We ain't got balls. It's real women over here.

Yeah. If y'all was real women,

I wouldn't be slidin' on yo block.

That's 'cause we in the studio.

Unlike yo whack ass, we serious about us.

That's why your music garbage.

At least my music real.

All y'all talk 'bout in y'all songs is shit

y'all never really did.

Y'all scared hos ain't never slid on or smoked nobody.

Stop cappin'.

Everything Kold & Windy talk about,

we done did a few times, shorty.

That one. Stop lying, Malika.

I know you ain't got no bodies.

How many bodies you got, Renee'?

You think we dumb enough to snitch on ourselves

on a live chat, dumbass?

I heard y'all block got shot up the other day.

By jealous haters with no talent.

Oh, yeah? On Box.

Box?

Didn't he get smoked?

I wonder who smoked him.

That's a'ight.

'Cause the get back is coming, bitch!

You and all of J-City gonna get smoked!

Now, you know that's too much damn nacho cheese.

I done told you about this before, didn't I?

Told your slick butt.

You know what?

Take this to your mama.

Tell her I hope she feel better.

And you tell your Uncle JoJo

that I got those things he was asking for on Thursday.

Ooh, these kids.

Y'all heard anything about the little girl

that got shot over on 95th and the Dan Ryan?

I heard about it.

I don't know who did it, though.

It's a damn shame.

I ain't heard nuthin about it.

So you mean to tell me

y'all two popular street rappers

ain't heard nuthin?

I swear, GeGe. I ain't heard nuthin.

On Box. Mm-hmm.

Well, if y'all hear somethin', you let me know.

That little girl

used to come by the candy store all the time.

I know her auntie, and we cannot have that.

Oh, Temper told me to tell you she might have the hook-up

on a liquor license for you.

I don't give a damn about no liquor license.

I've been doing this for over 20 years.

What the hell I wanna go legit now for, huh?

Okay.

Every since Temper got that associate's degree,

she think she know every damn thing.

Mnh-mnh.

GeGe!

Hey!

Let me get a loose square real quick.

Oh, I got you.

What you got for me?

Got that dollar.

Yeah, there you go. Alright now.

Also, uh,

I need to get my hands on a banger.

Can you hook me up?

Now, you know damn well you ain't supposed to come here

during candy-store hours asking for that.

Get your goofy ass outta here.

Yes, ma'am.

Come back during lounge hours.

Man, I tell you.

Goof ass. He know better.

He crazy.

How Khiry doin'?

Ready to come home.

Yeah. Well, you tell him

his GeGe coming to see him with his special surprise, okay?

Nae, I need you to go down to the warehouse

and get some stuff for the candy store.

Why you never make Malika go?

Unh-unh.

'Cause if Malika still lived under GeGe's roof,

she'd be taking her ass down to the warehouse, too, okay?

Thank you.

You still live here rent free, so I own that ass.

As a matter of fact, I want you to go right now.

Get your ass on, fool.

And while you talkin',

I want you to go down to the liquor store

and get some stuff for the lounge.

Ha ha. On Box.

Who's that? That's yo ass, shorty.

Hey, Mrs. Jordan.

Jordan: Good morning, Ms. Wise.

Khiry's been having some problems with his teacher

at the group home again.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Jordan.

I'll be sure to talk to Khiry about his behavior.

Well, I have to be honest with you.

If Khiry isn't careful,

he's headed for replacement again.

I definitely don't want him sent to another group home.

Are you aware that he's referring to himself

as "Lil Kold"?

Yeah. I... I gave him that name.

I don't think that's anything to be proud of.

I mean, he's been getting into tons of trouble

trying to live up to that name.

Like I said, I'll talk to Khiry about his behavior.

And, with all due respect, Mrs. Jordan,

I don't need you tellin' me how to raise my son.

Oh, you absolutely right.

Considering Khiry's current situation,

you are obviously doing an exceptional job.

You don't know nuthin 'bout me.

I actually know a whole lot about you.

That's why I'm so concerned.

The real problem is,

you don't know how to do your job,

and now you're trying to blame everything on me and my son.

Believe me, it is painfully apparent

where the real problem lies.

Good day, Ms. Wise.

Bitch.

Who that heffer think she talkin' to?

I know where she from. I'm from the same place.

Come in.

Detective Caine.

Sandoval. How can I help you?

I just came by to introduce myself.

Since we've been assigned to each other,

it seems that we should get acquainted.

Right.

Thanks.

Is that the little girl who was shot and killed last week?

Nia Payne. 9 years old.

Have they found the shooter?

Not yet.

You ever heard of Kold & Windy?

My younger brother used to listen

to drill music all the time.

That ain't "music."

Kids listen to it and go out and shoot each other.

Did your brother finally wake up

and stop listening to that garbage?

No.

My brother was murdered seven months ago.

Sorry to hear that.

Me too.

So, what makes you think that Kold & Windy

has something to do with the Payne girl murder?

I have an informant.

Your past record doesn't help, Malika.

I reminded the judge

that you are a high-profile local rapper

in a particularly violent

inner-city musical environment,

and that the gun found on you was for your protection.

That judge just don't like me.

Well, it would help if you could show

a little less attitude during court.

Oh, my God.

Even I saw you roll your eyes at him a few times.

He draggin' this stuff out way too long.

He know I'm trying to get my son back,

and he makin' it harder.

Well, you definitely won't get him back

if you are convicted on a gun charge.

Have you been keeping your nose clean otherwise?

Yeah.

I don't carry a gun no more.

Not even for protection.Good.

And no more violent music videos, right?

What my videos got to do with my gun charge?

I cannot sell you as a reformed citizen

if you are seen bustin' caps in asses in music videos.

Oh, my God. Malika, I can't reiterate

how much time you are facing if convicted.

Imagine what will happen to your son then.

And you better believe the defense

is dragging up every bit of dirt on you

they can to make that happen.

With all the current crime in the city, for your own sake,

you better distance yourself from drill music

as far as you can.

Renee': No, no, no.

No, no, no!

No! N... No.

Okay, okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

I'm good, I'm good, I'm good.

I'm god.

♪ Give me your money, yes, the money ♪

Man: So what you think?

I'll take it.

Whoo.

Just lay there and be quiet.

Hey. What you doin'?

Wanna hit a stain, bitch?

You such a cutie.

You don't like none of this stuff I got you?

Hmm?

So you just gonna sit there the whole time

and not talk to me?

Huh?

You don't know?

I know you still mad at me.

I don't want you to be mad at me,

but I understand why you are.

When I was your age,

my mama dropped me off at GeGe

and Tete Renee' house,

and she never came back to get me.

I never saw her again.

And I still hate her to this day for that.

So I understand why you feel mad at me.

But I want you to know, Khiry,

I'm doing everything I can to get you back home, okay?

You believe me?

When am I coming home?

Soon, baby.

How soon?

Soon as I can, Khiry.

I swear it won't be a long time.

It's already been a long time.

I know you feel like that.

I feel the same way, too.

I'm ready to go.

Hey!

Don't you want to sit with me a little while longer?

We get a whole hour together.

I'm good.

Jesus.

Lika, I got somethin' to tell you,

but I don't want you to think I'm hatin'.

What?

You know Tinesha who used to stay on 53rd & Prairie?

Light-skinned with the big forehead?

Had a baby by Flip from L.E.N.?

Yeah. Okay, you know her little sister Rachel?

Mm-hmm, yeah.

Word on the street is her and Pop Off been smashin'.

How you hear this?

From Rachel.

She said Pop Off been hittin' it for a few months.

And he put his hands on her a few times, too.

Bitch, you definitely hatin' right now.

Why you always got somethin' bad to say about Pop?

I ain't hatin'. I like Pop.

He a real street soldier and a shooter.

I know you love him, but he ain't right.

On Box.

Pop ain't never laid hands on me.

You can tell Rachel and Tinesha that they can keep

Pop name out they mouth!

Okay.

Tell me again when you and Pop gettin' married?

Y'all ready to do this?

Let's do it.

♪ Kold and Windy, bitch

♪ Hola, puntas ♪

♪ Cuando te pasea morirás ♪

♪ Yeah

♪ Aye, they be ducking tacos

♪ Why they playin' ♪ Bitch, why they playing?

♪ We steady, rolling enchiladas in the land ♪

♪ In the land

♪ Fiesta bussin' fireworks up in the airrr ♪

♪ In the air

♪ Get blicked up with yo momma cita ♪

♪ We don't care ♪ We don't care

♪ Fiesta hasta la muerte ♪

♪ Micheladas sippin' flowers in my hair ♪

♪ In my hair

♪ My MAC-11 in my Gucci over there ♪

♪ My Glock be taking 2 by 2's, boy, that's a pair ♪

♪ Boy, that's a pair

♪ Got me excited, I see oppies everywhere ♪

♪ Everywhere ♪ Girl, where u from?

♪ Pull momma cita out her chair ♪

♪ Out her chair

♪ She try to slick and pull a knife ♪

♪ Girl, don't u dare ♪ Don't u dare

♪ The old heads at the fe fe try hard not to stare ♪

♪ Not to stare

♪ But they know BoxWorld turn them dreams into nightmares ♪

♪ Into nightmare

♪ Las chicas matan ♪

♪ Aye, they be ducking tacos

♪ Why they playin'? ♪ Bitch, why they playin'?

♪ We steady, rolling enchiladas in the land ♪

♪ In the land

♪ Fiesta bussin' fireworks up in the airrr ♪

♪ In the air

♪ Get blicked up with yo momma cita ♪

♪ We don't care ♪ We don't care

♪ Las chicas son un problema ♪

♪ I'm off the oil, I'm floating high up ♪

♪ Where the roof is ♪ To the roof

♪ I'm sharking, looking for a goofy ♪

♪ What the truth is ♪ That's the truth

♪ I put my Niña in yo mouth rite where yo tooth is ♪

♪ On yo tooth

♪ Then lo yo pockets rap about it where the booth is ♪

♪ Where the booth

♪ Boy, where the stains, gimme the drop ♪

♪ I need a low ♪ Lemme know

♪ How much he got? Can he get more? ♪

♪ I gotta know ♪ Tell me mo

♪ We havin' a ball, she gone twerk ♪

♪ Girl, get low ♪ Get down low

♪ Seen that backdoor, will he go? ♪

♪ Prolly no ♪ He not gone go

Ricky, take out your phone.

I want you to record me real quick.

What you 'bout to do?

Temper said I need to do more freestyles,

so I got somethin' for they ass.

I mean, I would ask you to record,

but I know you gonna trip.

What you gonna say?

Ricky, you ready?

Yeah.

♪ Bitch, just try to tuck it here ♪

♪ Unh-unh-unh

♪ Here I go

♪ In your next life, you gon' see me ♪

♪ Then I kill yo ass some more ♪

♪ Bitch, you said you want me dead ♪

♪ You see me 'cause here I go ♪

♪ Shelly steady, rah-rah, cappin', no waxin' ♪

♪ 'Cause you's a ho

♪ Send yo ass some first-class tickets ♪

♪ Goofy, you're broke

♪ Line 'em up, smoke they ass out ♪

♪ Put my duckies up in a row ♪

♪ Bitch is mad, we takin' off ♪

♪ Kold & Windy, we 'bout to blow ♪

♪ And we still be droppin'

♪ Our bizny dutchies up out the store ♪

♪ Out the store, out the store, out the store ♪

Don't let her post that, Ricky.

I knew you was gonna trip.

Who trippin'?

Why you always speakin' on Shelly Winter?

Uh, because she's our main opp?

She shoots at us sometimes.

It's J-City versus BoxWorld.

You remember? How could I forget, Nae?

'Cause you talk about it every five minutes.

We cut her out our circle.

The more you talk about her, the more attention she gonna get.

Is you serious?

We just can't ignore what's happening out here.

That's how folks get caught lackin'.

No, that's how folks get caught lackin' in the studio

and don't blow up.

This is drill, Lika.

We ain't no R&B bitches.

Kold & Windy got that name 'cause we 'bout that life

and we damn not gonna start switchin' it up now.

Well, we can't keep doing the same things we been doing, Nae.

We got to move different,

'specially if we tryin' to make it.

Just 'cause you stopped carrying a banger

and started doing them corny-ass white-collar crimes

don't mean I'm finna to switch up.

Here you go with this, Nae.

Look.

We gonna always rep Box and BoxWorld.

We gonna do that.

But there's a difference between repping

and straight-up instigatin'.

You think a little freestyle is instigatin'?

You ain't seen nothing yet.

It's time for Kold & Windy to go harder,

even harder than before.

Nae.

Is you tryin' to start a war?

I want y'all to know this is a very special corner.

A very, very special corner.

This spot right here?

This one right here is the same spot

that a lame named Box got smoked.

Matter of fact, I just might be wit' the shooter dat did it.

Man Man, what happened to Box?

He got smoked.

Yo!

We already at war.

Malika: Everybody's got a hustle.

A lotta people think that the word "hustlin'"

means gamblin', robbin' or stealin'.

Don't get me wrong, it means all that, too.

But that ain't all that it means.

♪ Watch that man

♪ We gone leave his body on the front line ♪

♪ Put his selfies all up on his shirt ♪

♪ And leave his momma crying

♪ Juicy drip jump outs in my jay ♪

♪ All I do is shine

♪ Bitch, it's hammer time

♪ Juicy...

"Hustle" really means you do what you gotta do

to do what you wanna do.

Hey, yo, Dirty, play that back for me right quick.

Got you.

This shit fire.

This shit fire, you know.

You know they finna be mad.

Y'all think I should lay it again?

Man Man!

BoxWorld!

Malika: On the streets of Chicago,

we call it a "stain."

♪ BoxWorld

♪ BoxWorld

♪ Give me them guns, give me them bricks ♪

♪ It ain't no fun when holes in yo whip ♪

♪ You out here flossing thinking you bossing ♪

♪ When I pull up, I'm snatching that grip ♪

♪ Fajita cocked put sauce on yo chips ♪

♪ We rep Box, we knocking yo click ♪

♪ Ain't gotta aim when I'm waving this stick ♪

♪ Bring that pain, leave a lame in a ditch ♪

♪ Give me them guns, give me them bricks ♪

♪ It ain't no fun when holes in yo whip ♪

♪ You out here flossing thinking you bossing ♪

♪ When I pull up, I'm snatching that grip ♪