Original subtitles

♪ 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 ]

[ rumbling ]

- I can't believe this motherfucker, man. - [ captive groans ]

A fucking week, man.

A fucking week we had this dude, man.

- [ groaning ] - Yo...

that paper really worth your life, homeboy?

- Miz: Chill, man. - Fuck that, man.

I say we take this nigga back to the spot.

A couple more days, he's gonna crack.

For what? What more can we do to him?

This nigga ain't telling. He ain't giving up the location to that paper.

Man, you don't know that.

Man, he only got three fingers left.

I realized after you cut off the fifth one

is that he wanna die. He ready to die. He not givin' it up.

- Fuck, man, I needed this paper. - Man, I get it,

but you're just frustrating yourself. The longer we keep him--

I know, Miz. I know.

Then you already know what you gotta do, man.

We ain't never speakin' about this again.

[ sighs ]

Yo, you gonna lose your life over nothin', man.

I don't even understand that shit.

- [ groans ] - Fuck it, homie.

Have it your way.

- [ groans ] - [ gunfire cracks ]

- You good, man? - Yeah, I'm all right, man.

I don't know. You was bein' kinda rough

with homeboy for them past couple of days

and usually you're the one tellin' me to take it easy.

Hmm.

- I'm broke, Miz. - What you mean, broke?

What else could I possibly mean? I'm broke, man.

I mean, I know we ain't eat in a while,

but I ain't know you ran through that last score we did already.

It costs to live, Miz.

My bread come in lump sums, man.

I mean, you got your thing going on

with that soft and that hard.

I ain't got no income, man.

If we don't rob, I don't eat.

Well, we need to eat ASAP, then.

I've been down before, man. Life's like coke.

It ain't about what you spent, man.

- It's all about that comeback. - What you saying?

I'm just sayin' the ribs is touchin', man.

And you know how a hungry wolf get.

I know. You keep your ear to the street and I'll do the same.

I know it's been dry, but some food bound to pop up.

Numbers got to be right, though, man.

Hungry or not, I ain't trying to eat no scraps, man.

You know I know the script don't change.

Not at all.

[ voices overlapping ]

Yo, I see you, boy!

- What you see, nigga? - I see the same thing everybody else sees, man.

Eh, where you snatch her from? She ain't from out here.

Damn, nigga! What's good with y'all niggas?

- Y'all Eyewitness News or something? - Yo, Shane, chill.

- You're gonna get your cape dirty, boy. - You saving 'em, my dude?

Yo, listen, man,

mind your paper, not who I'm smashin'.

Tai, what's good with that package, though?

Yo, a couple days. I'm gonna see you, boy.

- I got this shit under control. - Hey, yo, y'all heard the gunshots last night?

- Nah, what happened? - I don't even know.

I just know that nigga was letting that thing go crazy.

- On the block? - Sounded like it,

or at least a block or two away.

- It was close, though. - See, I knew I wasn't bugging.

I heard it, but I was in the crib, so I thought I was trippin'.

None of y'all niggas got no phone calls

sayin' somebody got hit or bodied or nothing?

- Niggas ain't hit my phone. - Nah, ain't nobody called me.

- You know what that means, right? - What that mean?

One of these motherfuckers out here can't shoot.

[ laughs ] for real.

Yo, but, um, you heard from that dude Leon?

- Scammer Leon? - Nah.

Oh, matter of fact, I spoke to him a couple days ago.

Yo, I hit that nigga off with an ounce of some kush

and I ain't seen that nigga since, man.

You hit Scam Leon off with a ounce of kush?

Yo, you already know you fucked up right there, right?

- Nigga, you got zoed. - Super zoed!

Man, y'all believe that bullshit if you want.

Yo, I know you don't fuck with the check game and the credit card game.

I bust them ACs, though,

and I'm telling you right now,

that's how them niggas be on it, yo.

They'd be deading niggas on bread every day

and they still be chillin' with 'em, smilin' in each other's faces

like they think they can pull that shit on anybody.

Man, listen, man, that nigga ain't crazy, man.

I've been calling that nigga's phone for the last few days.

I ain't calling him no more.

I'm gonna see his ass driving through the hood, though.

I'm gonna catch him, believe that.

Yo, that nigga Leon's in trouble now.

- He fucked with the wrong nigga. - Not everybody's a swiper.

These scammers don't even understand

the streets play by different rules.

Don't worry about it. I'm gonna catch him, though.

- I'm out of here. - All right, boy.

Yo, just don't kill that nigga's moms, all right?

[ laughing ]

- How'd that go? - Exactly as planned.

My plug, Cash! The teller was on point, right?

Shit flowed like water.

- Like that? - She seemed kinda nervous,

but she did what she had to do.

I got a few more joints,

but I think we should quit for today.

- I won't blow our luck, Leon. - Man, fuck that shit, Cash.

I say we burn this shit down to the bottom.

We done make, like, seven stops.

That's good money. There's no reason to keep pushing it.

Yeah, I only make what I make off of each stop.

Yeah, that's a whole lot for one motherfucking day, though.

Not compared to you, big dog.

Yeah, I gotta hit the tellers off, the plug.

Nigga, don't be counting my money, nigga.

I am the bank. A hundred Gs in the bank

ain't a hundred Gs for the bank.

Man, I'm just trying to make as much as possible, man.

That's 'cause every night, you're in the club

making it rain, blowing what you made for the day, man.

- Y'all niggas is buggin'. - I'm just out here living life.

Man, that's not living if you're killing your stash.

No need to mind my paper, though.

You ain't gotta tell me twice,

but don't be after no work neither. I'm good, nigga.

I could leave this shit today and not look back.

I hear you talking, man. Can I take my piece now, please?

You want me to break bread right here, man?

We're in front of the bank. Calm your ass down.

We'll break bread when we get to your whip, man.

Yeah, all right. Whatever, man.

All right.

How much I was supposed to give you?

Here we go again. $300, like you didn't know.

- I forgot. - You always forget when it comes to my money.

Yo, I'm gonna give you $200

and I'm gonna give you a C-note next time I see you.

Yo, Leon, why you always gotta be on your bullshit?

You got 10 racks right there. Why can't I just get my money?

First of all, you don't know what I got right here.

- And what I got right now is none of your business. - But my money is.

I got shit to take care of, too, so we can keep making bread.

You wanna keep making bread, right?

I've got shit to take care of, too.

Yeah, you know I got you. You know I got you.

Yeah, whatever, nigga. I have yet to see

any of the money that you supposedly got me on.

Just hold down that 200

and I'm gonna give you the next C-note next time I see you.

Just give me what you're gonna give me, Leon.

All right. You know I got you.

Yo?

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

I got the inside on something nice.

- Word? - Yeah.

I'm gonna need you to link up on me.

All right, say no more. We'll make that happen.

All right, bet.

Cool.

[ button rattles ]

[ button rattles ]

Oh, shit. What's good? I was comin' to see you.

- So what's good? - Ain't shit. You tell me.

- What you mean? - I've been calling your phone all day.

Homies on the block told me they was shooting last night.

I was hitting you up and make sure you was all right

- 'cause I know how you do. - Word?

Hmm, did they find a body?

Tsk. Nah, they ain't find a body

or say anything about somebody gettin' hit.

I just figured niggas can't shoot.

Probably not. Anyway, I was out late last night

with my homie taking care of some B.I.

I didn't make it home until, like, in the morning.

I was knocked out, my nigga, but fuck all that, though.

How's that work moving out there?

- You gonna come see me soon? - I'm comin' to see you real soon.

Shit's flowing, man. I just gotta get a couple dollars.

All right, yo. Just keep me updated.

Yo, you still walking around without no fucking gun?

Somebody's gonna put you in a fucking bag.

- Whatever, nigga. - Your funeral.

[ voices overlapping ]

[ voices overlapping ]

[ line rings ]

Man: Melville Sales and Testing. How may I help you?

Yes, hello. My name is Kane

and I'm calling about the customer service position

I see you guys have in the classifieds.

I'm sorry, sir, but that position has already been filled at this time.

Of course. Thank you. Thank you.

All right. Have a good day.

[ voices overlapping ]

[ line ringing ]

Man: Good afternoon. Fish and Chips Restaurant.

- How may I help you? - Yes, hello. My name is Kane

and I'm calling about the waiter position you guys have in the classifieds.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir. That position has been filled already.

Ah, man.

All right. Thank you.

Can't even get a waiter job, man.

[ voices overlapping ]

So you said you got the inside on something?

- I got somethin' nice. - So talk to me. What's up?

My man just got this job

working with this O.G. cat at a car lot.

This O.G. cat got a charity

where people donate cars for tax write-offs.

Now, instead of him doing what he supposed to do with the cars,

he sells the cars, pockets the money.

Now, he can't put the money in the bank,

so he keeps all the money in the crib.

Now, my man said he done seen this dude make some serious bread.

- What type of paper we talkin'? - We're talking about 200 to 300 grand.

- How the fuck he know that? - He's been doing this for years

and that paper's been stacking.

And my man's been in the dude's crib.

Oh, so y'all know where he lives.

Yeah, but y'all gonna have to find y'all own way in.

I mean, we could do the homework.

Y'all think y'all could do that?

Man, listen, if we can't make it happen,

- then that shit can't be done. - All right.

So, yo, what you thinkin', my nigga?

It's gonna require a lot of homework

and we're gonna need some extra heads.

Yeah, but how true do you think it is?

Man, he's always on point with the drops he gives us.

Yeah, but truth is, like,

this info ain't even coming from him.

- It's coming from his man. - What, you wanna meet his man?

Nah. You know, the less dudes we do facetime with, man, the better.

- Motherfuckers be telling. - Exactly.

And right now, I'm not in the situation

to pass up 200, 300 grand for nobody. Are you?

[ sighs ] So you're trying to knock on all doors?

Why not?

I hear you.

Ha, my man Rafe.

Buxx, what it do, man?

Same old shit. You know I'm out here chasing that paper,

but that shit keep running from me and shit.

Man, what else is there to do?

Yeah, you heard, son. Real talk.

- I know you out here chasing it. - More like taking it.

I know how y'all niggas do.

- What's good? - Ain't shit, man.

What's the word on the street?

Man, word on the street

is a nigga tryin' to get some of that white girl, man.

You talking about that Britney Spears?

Yeah, man. That bitch harder than a motherfucker to find right about now.

- Yeah? - Yeah, man.

I got this dude I could make a nice cushion off of

but I can't find nobody with that work.

What, this ain't for you?

Nah, it ain't for me.

I got this dude trying to cop a whole bird

but I'm trying to at least make two points off of that.

- That's your man? - Nah, it's some dude I know.

I won't even fuck with a homie like that,

but I ain't gotta fuck with that nigga

to make some money off of him, you feel me?

Nah, no doubt. All paper friendly, man,

but you said homie tryin' to cop a whole bird?

Yeah, why? You got a line or something?

- Yeah, actually, I do. - So what's the numbers like?

I mean, I could probably do, like, 38

and, I mean, you throw your two points on there,

hit homie for 40.

Know what I mean? but I gotta holler at my peoples just to make sure.

But is it proper, though?

I ain't trying to have this nigga ringing me down,

talking about his shit ain't coming back.

Nah, my peoples always come through with that official shit, man.

That shit coming back with extras.

So what up, man? Make that call, man.

- Let's get this paper. - When you trying to make that happen?

- ASAP. - All right.

I'm gonna make that call. I'm gonna see what it do.

Yo, Rafe, let's make this shit happen, my nigga.

I got you. I'll make that call.

- All right, bet. - All right, I'm gonna hit you.

All right, peace.

What the fuck you looking at?

♪ Sift a hundred grams, Bulldog in my hand ♪

♪ Squeeze until it jams, boots on the sand ♪

♪ Sift a hundred grams, Bulldog in my hand ♪

♪ Squeeze until it jams, boots on the sand... ♪

Yo. Yeah, I just got that brick for your man.

All right, tell him we ready.

- ♪ 12 keys! - [ singer chuckling ]

[ 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 ♪

♪ That's what's up, get up ♪

♪ Roll over niggas like monster trucks ♪

♪ Only here to click confusion ♪

♪ Better get your crews done ♪

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

♪ I close my eyes in the booth... ♪