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- [ music playing ] - ♪ Yeah, Brooklyn

- ♪ Them young boys be whilin' ♪ - ♪ Whilin'

♪ All this money and violence ♪

- ♪ Them young boys be whilin' ♪ - ♪ Yeah

♪ All this money and violence ♪

- ♪ Yeah - ♪ See, I don't wanna see you hurt ♪

♪ But pain brings you a little closer ♪

♪ You said you ride to die, you're supposed to be like my soldier ♪

♪ Said you was lookin' out, but I'm lookin' over my shoulder ♪

♪ Holding hammers like grudges, the bitch ass around us, they know us ♪

♪ Them young boys be whilin', all this money and violence ♪

- ♪ Yeah, them young boys be whilin' ♪ - ♪ Whilin'

♪ All this money and violence ♪

- ♪ Yeah, them young boys be whilin' ♪ - ♪ Whilin'

♪ All this money and violence ♪

♪ Them young boys be whilin' ♪

♪ All this money and violence. ♪

[ gunshot echoes ]

[ music score playing ]

[ music continues ]

[ heartbeat thumping ]

[ clicks ]

This shit be jammin'.

[ phone rings ]

- Yo. - Yo, you home?

- Yeah, I'm here. - All right, I was about to check you for a little bit.

Okay. You good?

Yeah, just came from trying to see my daughter, yo.

You know, the same B.S., yo.

- Oh, she trippin' again? - Yep!

I'll tell you when I get there, though.

Okay. You got bread on you?

Um, a little somethin'-somethin'.

Yo, grab a six pack. You sound like you need it anyway.

Word. Cool.

All right, I'll be there in a few.

- Say no more. - All right.

Man: What up, "Sugar Kane"?

- What up, Mister? - Where you headed?

About to go check Rafe out.

Word?

You got that for me, though?

I'm broke today, yo.

Yo.

You don't respect your jaw.

The jaw's going crazy right now

telling your brains to chill.

[ scoffs ] Tss-ss. Are you sure?

Come on, Mister. I told you, I ain't got it.

Come on.

I'ma let you slide today.

All right, yo.

[ music playing ]

♪ I get one for just coming, two to do a show ♪

♪ Can't wait for me to come on 'cause I does this, yo ♪

♪ I get one for me to come in, two to do a show ♪

♪ Can't wait for me to come on 'cause I run this show ♪

♪ New York is in the building... ♪

I don't know about some of these niggas you be talking to,

but all you chicks got the same motives.

And y'all dudes don't?

I don't know the dudes you be speaking to,

but me and mine, we about our paper.

- Whatever, Miz. - Whatever.

- Damn, shorty got a fat ass! - Word.

- Yo, niggas is mad disrespectful. - Chill, Miz.

- It's not like I'm your girl anyway. - They don't know that, though.

All right, Miz, just chill!

- No, you chill! Walk up. - [ gunshot pops ]

♪ ...bricks and my fam gonna build with it ♪

♪ Give me a full deck and I'm likely to deal with it ♪

♪ And if the heat is on, I extinguish the real with it, uh... ♪

Is that what I think it is?!

What, Jessica? What are you talking about?

So you're gonna act like you didn't hear the gunshot?

Girl, stop. That was a firecracker.

In the beginning of April?

[ chuckles ]

Seriously, Shay,

I moved to get away from the craziness.

No, you moved away to get away from that crazy-ass nigga,

- let's be for real. - Don't remind me.

I don't even know how we ended up at this point.

I'll tell you how. You entertain a fantasy

with being in a happy relationship with a thug...

- dumbass. - What is a thug, Shay?

Girl, must I spell it out for you?

The type of guy that has money, but no job.

Game, but no heart.

The type of guy that it's okay to wanna smash,

but definitely not okay to wanna be with.

Whatever.

Good girls will always like bad guys.

And for that reason,

bad boys will always take advantage.

He just changed, though.

Did he really change

or did he finally show you who he truly is?

I guess.

I just never expected him to put his hands on me.

Girl, these street thugs

have the most game in the world.

They spend their entire lives

lying to cops and judges.

With that much experience,

you don't think they'll be good at it?

Not Damon, though. He was different.

- When we first met-- - Hmph, when y'all first met,

he wanted that booty,

so he did anything and everything he had to do in order to get it.

But once he got bored,

all that sweet stuff was a wrap.

It's like he looked at me...

as a different person.

When I looked at his handsome face...

what I seen in his eyes scared me.

[ chuckles ]

Don't get me wrong, girl,

he was sexy.

But no man, no matter how fine he is,

is worth that kind of pain.

I know.

[ sighs ]

Girl, leave these street guys alone.

They ain't no good.

You cannot build a home in the streets.

There is no guarantees with these men.

They live for the moment.

Tomorrow is not even a thought.

You're right. I'm done.

I can't allow my heart

to be broken all over again.

I just...

thought what we had was real.

Hmm, "real," all right. Real messed up.

He just always accused me of stuff that I didn't do.

Girl, it is plain as day, Jessica.

That's his guilty-ass conscience

playing tricks on his mind.

He's out there running around with this chick and that one.

He swears you're out there doing the same thing.

You're right. You're right, Shay.

You're always right. I appreciate you, girl.

You know I got your back, Jess.

Now, enough of Damon, though!

Let's get back to unpacking!

I'm not tryin' to be here all week with this.

Shut up! Stop complaining.

You know that was so uncalled for, right?

- What are you talking about? - The dude you just shot at.

You still thinking about that? If niggas learn how to have respect,

shit like that would never happen.

But, Miz, it's not like I'm your girl.

Yeah, but you could have been. He doesn't know that.

Niggas get spanked every day for doin' shit like that.

So what if y'all bump heads again?

Would you remember his face?

- So? - I'm just saying, Miz,

- would you remember his face? - First and foremost,

I always got it with me. Sometimes two of them.

So if we bump heads, I'm good. Trust me. No worries.

- Yeah, we all know you fuckin' crazy. - So they say.

All right, so anyways, what's up with the homie

that Rafe wanted me to follow on Instagram?

- What did he do? - What'd we told you about asking so many questions?

Did he accept your friend request?

Nah, not yet.

I guess we're not as pretty as we thought.

Whatever, nigga.

Damn, Chyna, look at your profile pic.

You're looking like "Plain Jane."

You gotta sexy that up if you're gonna be bait for these big fish.

What the fuck you talkin' about? I look good, Miz. Shit!

Yeah, you do, but this nigga, he's a swiper.

You gotta post all that flash shit to reel him in.

And what happened to all the 50 Louis bags

and all the red bottoms?

I don't see none of that on your 'Gram!

I know what I got, Miz.

I know you know what you got, but he needs to know, too.

This nigga bustin' big checks.

Two, three, 400 grand daily.

Me and Rafe need that paper.

I got you. Is he on Twitter?

If he is, we ain't find out yet, though.

And when he does accept your friend request, don't go too hard.

Miz, why you actin' like this is my first time?

I know what to do. Like a few of his photos,

leave a couple of emojis,

but never leave comments at first.

I got this. I told you that.

That's right, don't throw it at him.

Throw it in the air and let him catch it.

And you need some more followers

'cause these cornballs be thinking

having mad followers means something.

- Okay, "Father." - "Okay, Father"?

I bet you when we catch his ass and break you off that paper,

- you'll be happy. - You know I will be.

I got it, though. I'm on it.

Yo, matter of fact,

put your username and password on my notepad.

Rafe already got it, but here.

I'ma need it, too. There's a few other niggas. They food.

I'm gonna need you to keep your eyes on them.

I swear, you and Rafe are, like, the only dudes that I know

that are not on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram,

but be on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

What the hell's up with that?

That's right. Gangstas move in silence, but they can be seen.

Real niggas move in shadow, can't be heard till it's too late.

I hear you. Give me back my phone.

[ music score playing ]

[ mutters ] ...flight of stairs.

[ knocking on door ]

[ knocking continues ]

[ door creaks ]

What's up, man?

Tsk, it's been a long day.

A very long day.

Whew.

Baby moms fucking with you like that, man?

Son, as if my baby mama drama wasn't enough,

guess who I ran into today, yo?

Who?

That nigga Mister.

[ scoffs ] Man, you still letting that dude bully you, man?

That dude been fuckin' with you

since you were, like, eight years old, man.

Son, word, yo,

but ever since my brother died,

it's like he been applying the pressure even more.

[ sighs ]

Yo, I used to tell your brother that shit all the time--

to stop fighting your battles, man.

Niggas didn't fuck with you on these streets 'cause of Dub, Kane.

Dub had you thinking you was big,

but it wasn't that you was big, man,

you was just standing on the shoulders of giants.

I miss him, though, yo.

You think I don't? That was my ace, man.

But, you know,

as much as we wish that he was still here, he isn't,

so you gotta stand up for yourself, baby bro.

And I mean, can't fight your battles for you, man.

I know.

Yo, if Dub was here,

Mister would stay in his box, man.

But the truth is, yo, he's not,

so you have to make that nigga play his position, man.

He not gonna take it too far with you

because he knows what's over here, you know what I'm saying?

I'ma always hold you down, my nigga,

but I can't fight your battles.

I know, Rafe.

[ sighs ] Listen, man,

that's word to this tattoo of your brother on my arm, man.

I got you, bro, but I can't walk for you.

You gonna have to grow your own legs.

Yeah, Rafe, I will, yo. For real, I will.

I know you will. I know you definitely will, man.

But say no more. What's up with the situation with your baby mother, man?

Pff-ff, same old B.S. Always about money.

That's crazy. She know you not working.

You think she care?

Yeah, but when you was working, man,

you was goin' above and beyond.

Not just for your daughter, but for her, too.

Tell me about it, yo.

It's like as soon as I walk in the crib, she like,

"What you got for me?" I don't know who's worse-- her or Mister.

[ chuckles ]

Where you looking for work at?

Son, where haven't I been looking for work, yo?

I tried everything. I went to McDonald's.

McDonald's of all places. How you get turned down at McDonald's?

[ scoffs ] That's crazy, man.

I mean, I would help you,

but I'm the last person to ask about a 9:00 to 5:00, man.

You know I don't know nothin' about that.

Yo, honestly,

it doesn't even have to be a 9:00 to 5:00.

What do you mean by that?

I'm saying, it doesn't have to be a 9:00 to 5:00.

I need something.

Yo, when you say it doesn't have to be a 9:00 to 5:00,

you better be talking about a 9:00 to 2:00 or a 9:00 to 3:00.

You better be talkin' about part time.

Rafe, like you just said, yo,

I need to man up.

I'm not having this conversation, man.

Your brother did everything he could to keep you out these streets.

Yo, and like you just said, he not here.

As much as we wish he would be here, he not here right now.

- I gotta do something. - Kane, these streets are not for you.

End of discussion, man.

[ music score playing ]

Right here, right here, right here.

♪ I get one for just coming, two to do a show ♪

♪ Can't wait for me to come on 'cause I does this, yo ♪

♪ I get one for me to come in, two to do a show ♪

♪ Can't wait for me to come on 'cause I run this show ♪

♪ New York is in the building ♪

♪ That's what's up, get up ♪

♪ Roll over niggas like monster trucks... ♪

All right, papi, Hit 'em.

Driver: Hey, hey, my money! My money! My money.

- ♪ But this shit is real - ♪ Not an illusion

♪ I close my eyes in the booth, then I enter my zone ♪

♪ So I can bark a mic like dog fetching for bones ♪

♪ Style so original it can never be cloned ♪

♪ 'Cause biting with dog teeth can leave you injury-prone ♪

♪ And all is stress-free 'cause Dib gonna deal with it ♪

♪ Front me a ton of bricks and my fam gonna build with it ♪

♪ Give me a full deck and I'm likely to deal with it ♪

♪ And if the heat is on, I extinguish the real with it, uh ♪

♪ And lay it down every time that it's on ♪

♪ Full throttle on the track ♪

♪ So I can rock through this song ♪

♪ And if the bars are light, pop the clutch and I'm gone ♪

♪ March right out the womb, another warrior born ♪

♪ And I'm still living throughout the New York jungle ♪

♪ Get position...