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

You Raekwon "The Chef," god.

Why don't we turn on a flick or something?

That always get my mind going.

GHOSTFACE KILLAH: Staten Island was like a haven for the mob back then.

But now, we the new family puttin' on for the Island.

That's who you are.

The Tony Montana of the streets.

Mm.

- Ain't no competition, baby. - Of course it's competition.

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

People will go to the store and decide,

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

How we supposed to do our album

with the loud-ass bird-chirpin' and this nigga fuckin' all the time?

I got the perfect solution. Belize.

Let's do this whole fuckin' album out there, son.

Yo, son, we should've brought some Bajan honeys

out here on the boat with us.

Yo, what the fuck is "Bajan?"

Yo, son, we been here a week and you don't know what "Bajan" is, son?

I mean, you don't... You ain't learned shit.

Yo, what I learned was, them racist motherfuckers at the hotel

be treatin' the staff like fuckin' garbage, son.

- Like trash, son. - Word.

It might be time to go back to the city.

LEX: You barely even wrote anything.

This trip's supposed to be inspirational.

You know what I mean?

Yo, you feel this fuckin' breeze? The sun?

The fuckin'... We on the water and all that?

- This is inspiration, god. - Yeah, yeah.

I'm tryin' to give New York what it's fiendin' for.

From the streets to the bing.

Can't keep doing the same shit.

Can't think like we stagnated, we gotta keep movin' forward, son.

Gotta keep your head up, god.

Gotta evolve, gotta grow. Know what I mean?

Take 'em on the journey of this crown shit.

Mafioso style.

LEX: Lex Diamond. I need it.

DETECTIVE GRECO: You're runnin' things now, callin' the shots?

That purple shit you put on the street really fucked things up.

Put you on top of the game, but you got too big too quickly.

FRANK: I've been in this game for years,

and there's rules to this shit.

But some niggas don't play by the rules.

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

whose name you don't know until you do.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

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

I went straight uptown.

Went up to Smooth Sal's.

(CHUCKLES)

Got me a three-piece suit.

What you gonna do?

Got some business to handle with my crew.

SAMIR: Yeah, I been there, too.

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

Know what I mean?

It's what I'm built for.

Know what I mean?

It's all I know.

Just a soldier, headed for war.

Word.

How's Steels doin'?

We find out who hit us?

Nah, not yet.

Hey, yo! Yo! Excuse me!

- Who the fuck was that, son? - I don't know, son. I don't know.

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

He just left as I walked in.

Look, son, we need somebody on this room 24/7, you know what I mean?

How's he doin'?

Mr. Steels' neurological reflexes are good,

but there's still swelling around his brainstem.

Mr. Steels needs his rest.

I'mma wait outside.

You're home.

Not exactly the reunion I wanted.

How you doin', man?

I been better.

Listen, I need you to step up,

and handle business,

take control of all the pieces on the board, and think moves ahead.

You feel me?

You know I ain't never been one for that chess shit, son.

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

know what I mean?

RZA: It's gotta be more than that.

You been a rook for too long, kid.

That's not your role.

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

Lead.

I got you.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(RAPPING) Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts

French vanilla, butter pecan chocolate deluxe

Even caramel sundaes is getting touched

And scooped in my ice cream truck Wu tears it up

Yo, honey dip, summertime fine Jheri dripping...

CLUB DJ: Oh, yeah! We have a special guest.

Yo, what up, man?

My man Lex Diamond is back home and in the house.

Give it up, y'all!

All right, we got a new lady. Show some love for Caramel Swirl.

Attitude is very rude Boo crabby like seafood

It turns me on like Vine's Cee Allah Rule

They call me Starky Love Hon, check the strategy

By any means, Shirley Temple curls was done by Billie Jeans

U-GOD: Look, look. There he is!

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

- See you also hit them weights, too. - What's good?

Aye, yo, this is Noodles.

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

Great to meet you, Lex. Heard a lot.

- Word. - Yo, before I forget.

Gotta keep you with the fly shit now that you out.

Ooh.

I leashed this myself.

- Tony Starks exclusive right there. - Right here.

That's what I like, right here. Word. Word. Dual colors. Yeah.

All right.

So, what we know?

And what we doin' about it?

Oh.

So... So, Steels is in a hospital bed

and y'all niggas is here doin' what?

Yo, we been out there talkin', nigga.

The streets ain't talkin' back. What you wanna do?

MAXIMILLIAN: It ain't the same out there since you left.

There's more competition out there.

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

LEX: What competition?

Yo, these new silver tops. They floodin' the market right now.

It's what the fiends want.

Then what we gonna do about it? 'Cause not only did we get hit,

these motherfuckers is stealin' our customers too, son?

Lex, what the fuck you want us to do? Go to war?

And with who? We don't even know where these motherfuckers is comin' from.

LEX: We have to do somethin'.

Who the fuck put you in charge?

I ain't say I was in charge.

Aye yo, yo, yo.

Chill out. All right? Chill out, take a breath.

- Relax. - Relax?

Y'all niggas been relaxin' the whole time.

"Take a breath?"

I know what you need. Go ahead.

Shit, son.

TONY: Meet Mocha and Cookie, all right?

Motherfucker got some tension and all that,

that need some releasin'. You can help him out?

Today's Saturday, enjoy your sundae,

and get to work on Monday, all right?

GHOSTFACE KILLAH: (RAPPING) When I get a bitch I got a bitch right on

Word up, that motherfuckin' brother wise

You know what I'm sayin'?

Teachin' the uncivilized

Yeah, runnin' the streets know it's deep

Word up, check his technique, yeah

I be Ghostface

Flippin' the marvelous track

Yeah

You know the steelo...

INSPECTOR LEE YUNG: He looks determined without being ruthless.

Something heroic in his manner.

There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer.

Comes across so calm,

acts like he has a dream.

Full of passion.

AH JONG: You don't trust me, huh?

Well, you know why.

AH JONG: I do. We're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway.

RAEKWON: (RAPPING) Knock niggas out the box all the time

Niggas know my motherfuckin' repertoire Big ones

Yeah, motherfucker, straight up

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

Yeah, bust it, yo, yo Fly G.I. niggas

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

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

We could trade places Get lifted in the staircases

Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces

Thug-related style attract millions, fans

They understand my plan who's the kid up in the green Land?

Me and the RZA connect Blow a fuse you lose

Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised

Fake be fronting, hourglass-heads niggas be wanting

Shutting down your slot Time for pumping

Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps

Rae's a heavy generator But yo, guess who's the Black Trump?

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

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

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

Real niggas lick shots Peace, Connecticut

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

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

We could trade places Get lifted in the staircases

(CLANGING)

ACTOR 1: Got any money?

ACTOR 2: No.

Okay.

MAXIMILLIAN: Yo! Come on, son, watch out.

- It's a game me and Steels is playin'. - You got Rollie by Steels' door?

Yeah. We swap shifts.

Yo, I know those girls turned you out.

(MEN LAUGHING)

You not gonna say "thank you," nigga?

Where you been at, man?

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

When you got competition gunnin' for you, you can do two things.

One, eliminate the competition.

Hell yeah. Been waiting to get back at these motherfuckers. Right?

Word.

Or two, put out better product.

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

Fuck them red tops, fuck them blue tops,

fuck them silver tops too, nigga.

We're going with purple tops.

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

I'm out.

It's time to cook some new shit. This shit right here, son...

That shit about to put us back on top.

But that don't mean fiends gonna cop just 'cause the shit look different.

We gonna re-up, we gonna scale up, we gonna flood the market.

I mean, sell cheap, get the fiends hooked.

Trust me, nigga, these fiends taste this shit,

they not gonna want nothin' else.

Go get this shit on the street.

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

I don't know you that well.

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

That's what I do.

I mean, but...

We gonna need a bigger kitchen though.

If you really trying to scale up.

Restaurant next door just closed down.

Shit could be convenient. Maybe I can get them to sell.

Yeah. Yeah, all right.

See what you find out. See ya.

RAEKWON: Who come to get you, none They want guns

I be the first to set off shit Last to run

Wu roll together as one

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

This goes for niggas who know Wu will grow like yayo, lay low

Plus cooling in Barbados

Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit

Stay cool, papa Seen you with enough shit

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

You niggas act up Blow up they workers if they have to

Señoritas fucking up a storm Buyin' gods margaritas

Sucking his dick up in the whip long

Designed for rhyme crime, nigga Jail time jiggas

Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas

Silks Wally, wear a Figaro chain, yeah

Jakes beware of Black rap millionaires

Rock Airs, leather goose Bears blowing this year

MAN: Nah. I'm lookin' for them purple tops.

'Cause he shine like one

Solid gold, check it, son, yo

Solid gold crown is shining We're blinding like some diamonds

Recline in the sky on a cloud with silver lining

Double-breasted, bulletproof vested Well-protected

The heart, the rib cage The chest and solar plexus

Casting stones Cracking 206 bones

And watch your ass get thrown to a sea of fire and brimstone

How dare you approach it with poems?

The overfiend, light nova beam gleam Show 'em what a soldier mean

The grand exquisite imperial wizard or is it

The RZA rector come to pay your ass a visit?

Local biochemical, universal giant The Black general

Licking shots at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial

Happy millennium, 2000

Microchip, two shots of penicillin up your adrenaline

Son, it's time for bouting

Model you're resembling niggas who like following

Trapped inside your projects Genie inside the bottle

God stepping forth upon holy ground of the track

It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack

So I decided to bite down on the mic

So the pain of the track won't deny the fact that I'm the master

For what lurks is an expert that hurts

Yo, Cap. When you get home, son?

- Oh, just this week. This your joint? - You know what I mean? All right.

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

What you got going?

Uncle got me a job as a security guard.

Working a graveyard shift and shit. Nigga, you know how that go.

What, you trying to do something more?

We could use somebody like you, son.

I appreciate that, you know I do.

Gotta keep that nose clean for right now.

All right. It's all good.

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

Or anything he need, actually. Just take care of him, all right?

All right, boy.

Damn.

You have not wasted any time since you've gotten home, have you?

Detective Greco.

So, you're running things now, huh?

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

It ain't even like that?

- Nah, son. Minding my business. - Okay, minding your own business.

Hey, you know that, that restaurant next door?

I hear the kitchen is dirty.

I don't know, maybe a health inspector should go and take a look.

Ooh! (CHUCKLES)

Relax, Lex.

I'm not here to arrest you again.

I mean, not yet at least.

See, what you gotta understand is I am the least of your problems.

The least.

You know, you come home, you sweep in,

you take over the streets as quick as you did.

(STAMMERS)

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

We don't need protection.

Everybody needs protection. Come on.

- What's the number? - Oh, I don't know.

Maybe... 50 Gs a week.

For now.

Booyah!

Who hit Steels?

(CHUCKLES)

"Who hit Steels?" "Who hit Steels?"

Now what would you do with all that information?

Except spill more blood.

Now, drugs we can abide.

Homicides'll get you locked up.

But you already know that, don't you?

I ain't kill nobody, son.

Sure you didn't.

Sure you didn't.

You're a good leader, Lex.

Bobby would be really proud.

Welcome home.

Hey, Tony. Lex is here.

Blu, how you doing?

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

- Let's open both. - Yeah.

Let's get you a home-cooked meal. You'll be a great influence for Tony.

(SCOFFS)

TONY: The rematch is set for October 9th, Vegas.

MGM Grand. You should go.

Let's do it.

I thought you were too busy to leave the city.

Here we fuckin' go.

I wanted to go on vacation, you was busy.

I am busy.

Them earrings you got, this crib,

how you think I can afford all that fly shit?

Not by working, that's for damn sure.

- The fuck you know about work? - More than you.

Yeah. You spend your days in the fuckin' strip club.

- I cook this food you eating, - Mm-hmm.

Lex cooks the crack you sellin'.

What does that leave you to do?

Hmm?

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

Ever wonder what your life'd be like

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

If he went away instead of you.

(BABY CRYING)

(SIGHS)

(BABY CONTINUES CRYING)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Maybe you should've taken her on vacation, son.

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

Greco stopped by the club today.

Shakedown.

Talking about 50 Gs a week.

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

The fuck was I supposed to do?

It's the cost of doing business.

Small tax for what we bring in a week, know what I mean?

Yeah. Steels ain't never paid no fuckin' cops.

I'm not fuckin' Steels, nigga.

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

(SCOFFS)

And If Steels did pay the cops,

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

If we hit back at every crew in the city like I been fuckin' sayin',

they'd know not to fuck with our family.

TONY: We'll talk later about that vacation, all right?

You know I love you, right?

- I love you, too. - Oh, shit! Get down!

(GUNS FIRING)

(GUN FIRING)

(CAR ALARM BLARING)

- (GUN FIRING) - (SCREAMS)

MAXIMILLIAN: Fuck!

- You good? - TONY: Yeah.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(BABY CRYING)

What the fuck am I paying you for?

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Calm down. - Don't tell me to calm down.

My boys just got hit.

I tried to warn you you'd have a target on your back, didn't I?

Give me a fuckin' name.

(CHUCKLES) I ain't got a fuckin' name.

You know somethin'. I can tell from your eyes.

Listen, I'm sorry about your brothers.

I really am.

But you gotta sit tight, man.

You gotta sit tight and let me work it.

All right?

Don't do anything stupid.

The next time I see you,

you better have something for me.

REPORTER: Violence erupted in a bloody gangland war

in Staten Island last night.

There were four separate incidents with multiple casualties.

The incidents appear to be related.

Hey, yo, son, you talk to Max?

Yeah. He took Steels somewhere upstate.

Didn't even tell me just to be safe.

Greco ain't doing shit, son.

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

I don't think that's the move.

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

These motherfuckers hit us one time, you tell me to chill.

They hit us again and you wanna do what, nothing?

These motherfuckers gonna think we are weak!

We are weak.

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

I don't give a fuck. I ain't scared of nobody.

No one's scared.

But I ain't reckless either, son.

We not alone.

Know what I mean? We got allies.

We need to figure out which ones we can trust.

(SINGING) I wanna love him

But what if he hurts me?

Oh, no, no

May as well, may as well May as well do it

'Cause if you think it you may as well do it

Before I bought this place,

it used to be a comedy club.

Esco, we ain't here for small talk.

I understand.

First, let me offer my condolences.

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

You can tell us what you know.

If I knew anything, you'd know.

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

EL CORLEONE: I got enough fuckers here to worry about.

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

I got bigger things on my plate.

So what your soldiers on the street talkin' about?

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

Them purple tops is what all the fiends want.

Even up here in the Bronx. Y'all killing it out there.

Yeah. So you saying that's why someone gunning for us?

Could be. Jealous ones envy.

Yeah. But somebody tried to take a hit at us before we put out the new product.

True. I don't know. Can't speculate.

You speak to Frank yet?

What did Frank have to say?

You should probably talk to Frank.

Fuck this nigga Frank!

We've been paging this motherfucker all day.

You sure you got the right number?

Yeah! Look, we ain't have no issues gettin' a sit down with nobody else.

This flowerpot head motherfucker is tryin' to play us like some bitches.

- He might call back. - Fuck that.

That nigga dodgin' us 'cause he's the one that's responsible.

Frank White? From Brooklyn?

- You know him? - The new girl, Caramel,

she's from Brooklyn.

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

(PHONE BEEPS)

You using your code?

He might be busy.

What am I supposed to say if he calls back?

That you want to see him.

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

- What? - I don't know. Say some freaky shit.

You said y'all be fucking, right?

- You ain't gonna do nothing to him? - We just want to talk to him.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hey, Daddy.

HOST: I'm sorry, Mr. White, but these gentlemen just burst in...

FRANK: It's all good.

Lex Diamond and Tony Starks.

Welcome to Blanco's, pull up a chair.

(LEX SIGHS)

Let's get y'all some food. What you like? Steak, lobster, pasta?

We got the best chef in the city.

Can he make grits?

Yo, bring my man some fried fish and grits.

- And for my man... - I'm good.

Bring him a New York strip. Medium.

Hey, yo.

Well done.

Relax, playboy. This ain't no setup.

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

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

I was just taking in the spot.

It's a nice place.

Lacks the entertainment value of Scoops.

But we're putting a stage up front for singers and such.

- You know what I'm sayin'? - Copying Esco's shit with the singers?

Why don't you get your own shit?

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

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

but we had to come find you.

Why you duckin'?

If I was ducking you, would we be having this conversation?

Y'all here 'cause you think I had something to do with that.

But that's not how I roll.

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

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

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

Why should I trust you?

You shouldn't.

I don't trust nobody.

But ask yourselves,

why would I want to start a war with y'all?

'Cause you can't push that weak shit now that our product is in the streets.

I can't front, y'all did change up the game with that shit.

That just mean we gotta come back with somethin' better.

That's the game.

There's enough money to go around.

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

I went to every borough, nobody got a name for me.

I've been in this game for years,

and there's rules to this shit.

But some niggas don't play by the rules.

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

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

whose name you don't know until you do.

Best chef in the city. Enjoy.

RAEKWON: (RAPPING) Poisonous paragraphs smash ya phonograph in half

It be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath First class...

I don't trust him.

You don't gotta trust him to believe him.

There's someone lying to us, son.

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

Hey, yo, son, Steels told me to step up, that's what I'm doing, son.

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

You wanna go hit some random niggas?

Yeah. At least it'd show that we ain't the ones to be fucked with.

- Come on, son. - We tried this shit your way.

And now our brothers is gone.

Sometimes you gotta get your hands a lil' bloody

to make motherfuckers understand.

Get your hands bloody.

Hey, yo.

Hey, yo, what happened the last time you popped off on somebody, son?

That's what I fucking thought! Nothing.

I took that biscuit.

That was me.

You know what I mean? I ate that bid.

Don't fuckin' talk to me

about getting your hands fuckin' bloody, son!

TONY: Hey, yo.

- I don't wanna hear that shit, son. - Nah, nah, nah.

Hey, yo, that's the same fuckin' SUV from the other night.

Hey, yo, drop me off over here, swing back around the block.

Get the fuck out the car!

Look what I found under his seat.

You use that to shoot up my crib? Tryin' to kill me and my family?

- Talk to me! - (GROANS)

Who gave the order?

Fuck you.

(GRUNTS)

You think whoever you protecting is gonna do the same for you?

(SPITS)

You won't get what you want, a'ight? You gonna kill me, just do it.

Hey, yo, son, you still got that rope in your car?

(LAUGHS)

All right, son, you get one last chance.

Give me a name.

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

Come on. Don't do this. Please, come on.

Pain is a great motivator.

No! No, no, no, no, no, no. (SCREAMS)

We don't like that, do we?

You know what I need, man.

Give me my information.

Who do you work for?

Hey, yo, he might have fucking passed out.

Fuck!

Pull him up, man.

- Yo! - (BODY THUDS)

- (WOMAN SCREAMS) - Oh, shit! I told you to pull him up.

I did pull him up. It fucking ripped his shit off.

You couldn't have done it slower?

What'd you think gonna happen

when you hang a nigga up the roof by his dick?

Is he fuckin' dead?

What the fuck you mean, "Is he dead?"

Of course, he's dead.

We're 12 stories up. You heard nigga body go splat.

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

(CAR ALARM BLARING)

Whoever he worked for, he had him shook.

Gotta be Frank.

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

(NEWS REPORT PLAYING INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

I don't know.

Maybe.

Yo, you know you my brother, right?

So, if I... If I never said thank you...

REPORTER: There was a ghastly murder tonight in Brooklyn

as a police officer was dropped from a building,

- seems to have been tortured. - LEX: Police officer?

The cops shot up my crib?

That means that...

Greco was behind this shit the whole time.

REPORTER: Still waiting for details. All we know is Officer Rodney Barnes,

an officer in the Narcotics Task Force, was pronounced dead on arrival.

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

They gonna be coming for us. We gotta move.

Go upstate, link up with Steels and Max.

- No, son, he can find us wherever we go. - Can't stay here.

Sooner or later, them motherfucking cops is gonna be here to arrest us.

Nah. They not gonna arrest us.

Nah, he'll want to finish what he started.

(PHONE DIALING)

Hey, yo, who you callin'?

We gotta buy some time, son.

They want a news story?

I got a big tip for 'em.

(SIRENS BLARING)

Fuck. What the fuck is this?

(LAUGHS)

Freeze! Hands behind your head!

(OFFICERS CHATTERING)

Smile for the cameras, man.

Hey, keep your fucking mouth shut.

Let's see.

So, you think this, this little stunt is gonna save you?

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

Secure the building.

Confiscate money, drugs, anything you find.

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

I'm gonna personally escort these VIPs down to the precinct.

You thought having a few cameras and cleaning up your spot

was gonna prevent me from doing what I gotta do?

(SNICKERS)

A for effort, fellas.

A for effort, but you see,

you didn't think things through.

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

You kill our brothers and get away with it.

Life's not fair, is it?

Steels wasn't gonna pay you. That's why you tried to take him out.

(DETECTIVE GRECO LAUGHS)

Look at you, starting to put things together.

I tried to convince Steels a few times,

but he was too stubborn. Only wanted to do things his way,

so he had to go.

But why me? I was... I paid your tax. I was playing along.

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

I need you.

Well, I needed you.

But you just happened to be at Tony's that night and he was the real target.

Fuck you, motherfucker. Fuck you!

You know, that purple shit you put on the street fucked things up, man.

Put you on top of the game. But you got too big too quickly

and when that happens, gotta chop you down to size.

Weaken your position.

Because when there's no competition on the street,

ooh, it is dangerous.

Dangerous for who?

For the balance of things.

Competition is what makes people fight against each other,

keeps people fighting against each other.

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

"and I'm gonna take it."

This drug war is the forever war.

And we, the cops, are the winners of that war.

Crime pays.

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

to protect the people from criminals

and the violent criminals, like yourself,

pay us to look the other way.

It is a win-win.

And that's why we are the most successful

motherfucking gang in this city.

You wanna know how we stay on top?

'Cause we're smarter than you.

Think moves ahead of you.

You play chess?

Never really got the appeal.

DETECTIVE GRECO: Yeah, I can tell.

You ain't gonna uncuff us first? Fuckin' pussy.

They lunged for my weapon. I felt threatened. Blah, blah, blah.

You know what the fuckin' problem is?

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

You're just a pawn in my fucking game.

And it's a shame. We could've made some money together.

Yo, you a'ight in there?

Hell nah! The fuck took you so long?

Yo. Yo, son. Get the keys, son.

Come on, come on.

(GUN COCKS)

You gonna... You gonna kill me and then what?

Huh?

And then what?

Huh?

You're gonna fuckin' kill me?

You still ain't thought shit through, man.

You still ain't thought shit through, motherfucker!

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

Know what I mean?

(SPITS)

Okay, so, as you all know, we are here today because we...

We rooted out some corruption...

Only a matter of time before them Jakes to try to hit us again.

Maybe Greco was the head of the snake?

But who is that, son?

DIVINE: We have lost a few officers.

Those officers failed to uphold the oath that they...

Hey, why this nigga look mad familiar?

That's because that's our guy.

Look at this guy!

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

I... I've been better.

Doctor says that I'll be walking in a bit.

Yeah, man. Bullet went in and out.

We some ragtag-looking motherfuckers though.

What you mean, "He's our guy?"

He's on our payroll.

Now, I'll take some questions.

Yo, son, he was in the hospital.

So you had this in motion before you got hit?

When Greco tried to shake me down,

I figured we gotta do somethin' about that.

So I thought, maybe we flip somebody on the inside, go about it that way.

But you can only win if you take control of all the pieces.

I wasn't expecting Greco to come back the way he did though.

(SIGHS)

(CHAMPAGNE POPS)

Yo, to our brothers

who couldn't be here to celebrate our success.

No more obstacles.

The city is ours to take.

And you, not only did you hold it down, you put us back on top.

I'm thinkin' maybe it's time for you to get your own crew, help us expand.

LEX: It's all about branding.

And I gotta establish my brand musically.

There's a lot of tapes out there, you know what I mean?

I want my shit to be different.

Recognizable, you know what I mean?

It's competitive out there in these streets,

so we gotta set ourselves apart.

I'm fucking with this.

I'm fucking with this. What you think?

- Hell yeah. - Nice, right?

Yeah, I mean, purple is the color of royalty

and we kings and all that, so shit makes sense to me.

Kings of New York after we drop this shit. Word.

Tryin' to tell you, son. Changing the game right here.

Right. So, colored tapes are a bit more expensive.

We'll have to check with Steve...

Ain't no checking. What you mean, "Check with Steve?" I'm telling you.

- Right. I understand but... -"But," son. Ain't no "but!"

What? Ain't no "but," it's my album.

It's my album, my shit gon' be purple.

- Make that shit happen for me. - Right. We'll make it happen.

I know you gon' make it happen.

MAN 1: What's that purple shit you got there?

- MAN 2: You ain't hear this yet? - Nah.

MAN 2: You gonna love it. Nothing like this.

Here, check it out.

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)