Original subtitles

- [ 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 ]

Why does a mom and a baby and a dad

have to live with a baby sister

and they have to live and have a house?

- Yo. - Yo, what up, my nigga?

- You tell me. - Yo, man, we gonna have to push that thing back.

I'm stuck here with the kids, yo.

My baby moms came outta nowhere

and then just dropped the kids off

talkin' about she had an emergency and she had to go outta town.

Damn. So when you tryin' to make this happen?

Man, I can't even tell you.

I'm gonna have 'em until she get back. You know I can't even

bring 'em for no shit like that, you know what I mean?

Nah, most definite, man. I'd have told you you was buggin'

if you tried to do that, man.

So, yo, when we gonna be able to make that happen, man?

I'm tryin' to make this paper, my dawg.

Yo, let me holla at homie to see if he's cool with you

on meetin' you on a one-on-one.

- You cool with that? - Yeah, I'm cool with that.

Yeah, nigga, just make sure you bring me back my cushion.

You ain't even got to say that, nigga.

You know I'm "BOLA" certified.

Yeah-- "Born Official, Loyal Always."

I already know what it is, my G. I'm gonna hit 'em

- and I'm gonna hit you right back, a'ight? - Cool. Hit me back.

All right. One.

[ doorbell chimes ]

[ sighs ]

[ knocking ]

Woman: Calm down. Who the hell is it?

It's Kane.

[ woman sighs ]

- What the fuck do you want? - I came to see my daughter.

You came to see your daughter?

No, nigga, you came to ask to see your daughter.

Don't be comin' over claimin' shit when you ain't supportin' her.

- I'm tryin', Cindy. - You can try to be all you can be

but you can't try to be a good father to your kid!

I been lookin' for work. I'm gonna get another job.

Things is just really hard right now.

If it's hard for you, then it's even harder for us.

I swear I should take your broke ass to court.

[ sighs ] Is my daughter here?

You got money for her, Kane?

I gave you everything I had the other day.

$40? What the hell am I supposed to do with that, Kane?

- That's all I had. - That's all you had?

When you gonna grow up and be a man?

[ sighs ] You're a sorry excuse.

I don't know why I ever messed with you.

Cindy, I'm doin' everything I can.

I just wanna see my daughter. Can I take her for a couple of hours?

Take her for a couple of hours?

You think you can just pop up here every day

with no money for me, askin' to see my baby?

No, nigga. It stops here.

She's my baby too. I am her father.

[ sighs ] What you are is broke

and I'm not gonna teach my daughter to be hangin'

with no broke niggas. It stops here.

Wait. What do you mean it stops here?

What you think it means? You ain't slow!

Do not come here askin' for my daughter.

You're a bad influence on her.

Until you can provide for her,

you're not allowed to see her anymore.

- What? - I'm not playin' with you, Kane.

I'm done playin' these games with you.

You think you can give me $40 here, $50 there?

You're not gonna layaway being a father to my child!

It's all I got, Cindy. When I had, I used to give you everything when I was workin'.

When you was workin'? It's always, "When you was workin'."

What can what you did yesterday do for me today?

This conversation is done. Don't come here no more.

But-- [ sighs ]

[ sighs ] Man.

[ music playing ]

♪ Yeah

♪ Uh-huh

♪ Mark!

♪ The coppers go to dump and then they spittin' fire ♪

♪ I been snappin' since a young'un, I been spittin' fire ♪

♪ I'm grippin' fire, know I'm quick to up the fire ♪

♪ I'm sowing souls, nigga, I be spittin' fire ♪

♪ The coppers go in dumpin' then they spittin' fire ♪

♪ I been snappin' since a young'un, I been spittin' fire ♪

♪ I'm grippin' fire, know I'm quick to up the fire ♪

♪ I'm sowing souls, nigga, I be spittin' fire ♪

♪ Smell the homicide?

♪ When I snap up on these beats, bitch, it's a homicide ♪

♪ If you disrespect the game, it's a homicide ♪

♪ If I have to up this flame, it's a homicide ♪

♪ Had a whole fam scared, may not come outside ♪

♪ I'ma show you how us Haitian niggas really ride ♪

♪ I bang on a nigga talking 'cause it's pride ♪

♪ Actin' hard, but my fire stay up on my side ♪

♪ She be talkin' out her ass, 'bout to blow my hide ♪

♪ Steppin' out the mall, this Haitian nigga extra fly ♪

♪ Hold my waistline, nigga know I got the fire ♪

I'm talkin' "Blau, blau!" pussy nigga anytime ♪

♪ Best defender, bitch I'm talkin Deion in his prime ♪

♪ Not from Harlem, but, to me, all these niggas slimes ♪

♪ Gotta watch these crab niggas, 'specially from behind ♪

♪ So I'm grippin' iron, quick to up it anytime ♪

♪ Lay it on the line, talkin', homie, 'bout my grind ♪

♪ You a hater, homie? Fuck it, nigga, stand in line ♪

♪ Stand in line, homie, 'cause there's plenty of ya ♪

♪ Fuck your life, bitch, your daddy shoulda wore a rubber ♪

♪ The coppers go to dump and then they spittin' fire ♪

♪ I been snappin' since a young'un, I been spittin' fire ♪

♪ I'm grippin' fire, know I'm quick to up the fire ♪

♪ I'm sowing souls, nigga, I be spittin' fire ♪

♪ Them choppas go in dumpin' then they spittin' fire ♪

♪ I been snappin' since a young'un, I been spittin' fire ♪

♪ I'm grippin' fire, know I'm quick to up the fire ♪

♪ I'm sowing souls, nigga, I be spittin' fire. ♪

Choppa: Hey, Lit.

You know that nigga about to come through, right?

As soon as that nigga comes through, bro,

if he show you that work,

hey, Flip, make sure you grab the fire on the nigga.

But make sure the nigga don't get to the door, you feel me?

That's the only way, you feel me?

Nigga can't even scream, bro.

The nigga fuck around and scream, bro,

the neighbors hear this shit,

it's gonna be a bad situation.

We could lose out all the bread, nigga.

[ faint elevator bell rings ]

[ knocking ]

Shh.

Bro, put this shit under there.

Make sure the nigga don't see this shit, yeah?

- Rafe? - You're Choppa, right?

- What's hanging, bro? - All right.

- Straight? - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Your crib, man. You take the lead.

What, you minding your manners, nigga?

- Always. - This nigga crazy.

So what's happening, bro?

Show me what you're working with.

Where? Right here?

Oh, bro, it's all family, bro.

You're good, you hear me?

Man, I was always taught the business

was to be done between those that do it, man.

- Fuck me, you're scared? - Trust on that, Chop.

Ain't nothing like that.

I just like to do business on the one-on-one.

Nigga, you know the customer's always right.

Yo, Chop, you bein' a real bad fucking host right now, man.

[ scoffs ] Pfft. Nigga.

You got it, bro. You got it.

- Yo, Chop, let me holler at you. - Choppa: Hey, bro.

You go to the room real quick while I holler at my nigga?

- You straight? - Yeah, I'm good.

[ phone rings ]

Yo.

[ speaking Haitian Creole ]

All right, Rafe.

So what's up? What's up with that product?

I'm trying to count that paper first, man.

You know that number 40, right?

Nigga, I know what the math is.

I'm just trying to make sure this shit's straight

before I spend any type of bread.

- You feel me? - I don't work like that, man.

You got that work with you or what?

Yeah, I got it with me, man.

I ain't come all the way to the fucking Bronx

to make no fucking friends.

I just ain't got it on me.

[ scoffs ] Ts-ss.

Listen, homie.

I ain't even here to play all these types of games and shit.

You feel me?

You trying to dish that shit out or what?

Man, listen. Say no more, man.

Let me head to the whip and I'll go snatch that up.

Bro, I ain't trying to play no games, homie.

Ain't no games being played, man.

I'm just not into doing business

with 800 unnecessary niggas around, man.

I hear you, homie.

But let's go snatch that, though.

Nigga got other shit to take care of today.

Say no more.

Wait. I'm gonna send one of my niggas down there with you

- just to make sure you straight. - Nah, my nigga.

I'm good. No worries, man.

You straight, bro?

- You straight? - Yeah, I'm good, man.

[ speaking Haitian Creole ]

♪ The coppers go to dump and then they spittin' fire ♪

♪ I been snappin' since a young'un, I been spittin' fire ♪

♪ I'm grippin' fire, know I'm quick to up the fire ♪

♪ I'm sowing souls, nigga, I be spittin' fire ♪

♪ Them choppas go in dumpin' then they spittin' fire ♪

♪ I been snappin' since a young'un, I been spittin' fire ♪

♪ I'm grippin' fire, know I'm quick to up the fire ♪

♪ I'm sowing souls, nigga, I be spittin' fire. ♪

Oh, man.

This nigga, Rafe, man,

he ain't gonna believe this shit, man.

[ exhales ] Whew.

Chick be trippin'.

Recording: The service to this telephone

has been temporarily disconnected.

Are you serious?

Can a nigga get a break, man?

[ scoffs ]

Fuck, man!

Here you go, boss man.

Yo, cut your bullshit, man.

I'm out here tryin' to get it just like you.

- Are you? - Yeah, nigga.

Fuck you mean, man?

Think I'm out here doing this shit to look cool?

I hear you, man.

- Do you? - Yo, I'm just saying, man,

this "working for other niggas" shit

ain't gonna fuckin' cut it.

We're out here making bullshit bread.

You starving? You missing any meals?

Fuck you is complaining for?

I'm getting in front of this shit.

You got the bread to put up the cut?

- Nah, but you do. - How you figure that?

If I did, don't you think I'd have copped already?

Pfft, you're not even hearing me, man.

- What you trying to say, then? - Every time we move the work,

this nigga fronts you. The bread is right there.

- That's not my bread. - Yo, the way I see it,

anything is yours until it leaves your hands.

Now what you mean by that, Tai?

Listen, I got a connect that got work for cheaper.

We take the bread that we get from flipping the work from your connect,

we go cop for my connect,

we flip that and then we tell your connect

that it took an extra week 'cause shit was slow.

Yo, Tai, I don't even like holding

nigga's bread longer than I have to.

Miz is my connect and the only thing that impresses a connect

other than how much you can move is how fast you can move it.

So what you telling me? Shit don't never get slow on the streets?

Of course they do. No two days are alike.

Exactly. As long as that nigga been hustling, he know.

What's he gonna tell you? Shit's slow.

- I'm good, Tai. - Yo, I'm saying, man.

I'm trying to see me and you in an S550.

This arrangement that we got right here,

that ain't gonna make that shit happen.

I hear you, my nigga. I'm out.

[ door creaks ]

My nigga. Hold on.

So what's the deal?

It ain't shit.

You got any more info on that?

Nah, I ain't speak to them dudes since the other day, man.

Homie's supposed to be on his way, though.

- He should be here any minute. - All right, say no more.

[ music playing ]

- So what's it do? - Ready to get this paper.

All right, okay, okay. So what's it looking like?

Everything is everything so far.

- It's still a go. - Rafe: Mm.

I got the layout to the crib.

There's two bedrooms, living room,

this is homie's bedroom right here.

Chances are he'll still be sleep.

What time y'all thinking about running up in the crib?

We're thinking of this like, 3:00 in the AM.

- Until the street is dead. - That's cool, that sounds about right.

- What's up with your homie, though? - What you mean?

Homie that work at the spot-- is he official?

- Yeah, he official. - How you know?

- What you mean, how I know? - I'm saying if shit gets ugly in there,

he ain't gonna fall on us, is he?

- What you mean? Snitch? - Yeah, snitch.

Nah, not even.

- How you know? - What you mean how I know?

- How you know? - That's my homie.

Me and dude been rockin' for years.

- That's how I know. - Yo, fuck all this bullshit, my nigga.

Let's get back to business, man.

Show me what that do.

Come on.

Yo, I know you're not as stupid as I think you are.

- What? - Yo, what were you gonna do, Kane?

Yo, what were you gonna do? What the fuck is this, Kane?!

Yo, it's a BB gun.

And what were you gonna do with this?

I know what you were gonna do with that.

You were gonna go get yourself killed.

What the fuck is on your mind?

I'm broke, Rafe. I'm out here starvin'.

I keep telling you that, but you're not tryin' to hear me.

And I told you these streets--

These streets aren't for me, Rafe?

I'm sorry to tell you, but these streets are for everybody.

Everybody has a right to eat on these streets, Rafe.

Okay, so since you're so fuckin' smart,

how much homework did you do on this fuckin' bodega,

since you're about to eat?

How many cameras they got in there?

They got a shift change? Is there a room in the back?

- Does that matter? - What's their surveillance situation, Kane?

Did you even realize that you're across the street

from a fucking check cashing place?

And the whole time you're standing there,

your mug is all over their surveillance?

You know, honestly, I didn't think about none of that.

I woulda had to do what I had to do.

Do what you had to do. Do what you had to do, for what?

To get caught? For 600 or 700 bullshit dollars?

Yo, that's more than I have now, Rafe.

I never go against anything you told me or taught me.

But I'm goin' through something and you're not understandin'.

So you'd rather be in a casket or locked up?

You going in, you pull this piece of shit BB gun,

they pull out the real thing, then what?

You see how old that man is behind that counter?

Yo, do you hear yourself?

Anybody can pull a trigger, Kane.

And that goes to show that this shit is not for you.

Yo, you've been doing this type of shit your whole life.

How you gonna tell me I can't eat?

I ain't trying to hear that no more, man.

Yo, so what are you telling me?

'Cause I'm tossing this BB gun and you're not getting this shit back.

So I'ma have to get another one or I'ma get a real gun.

Like you told me, it's time for me to man up.

- I ain't a kid no more, Rafe. - I can't let you do that.

I'm sorry, Rafe.

Yo, wait, man.

Yo, you're not gonna talk me out of this, Rafe.

Yo, your brother would bug out if he could see you right now.

You're right, but at the same time

my brother wouldn't let me starve either.

[ voices overlapping ]

Yo, Kane.

- All that money. - I got enough, yo.

What are goin'? What are going on?

[ dice rattling ]

Watch your foot. Watch your foot, homie. Watch your foot.

Just do me a favor, man.

Just hold off on this whole robbery shit

and I'm gonna help you, man.

Man: Yo, Maggz, there's bread right here, boy. Where you going?

About to go bust a leak, doggie.

Man: ...my five bucks, man.

[ phone rings ]

- Yo. - Miz, what's up?

Weren't you looking for that dude Donovan?

- Yeah, why? - He here right now.

- Where you at? - The park, my nigga.

I don't know how long he gonna be here, but he here right now.

- Gotta move fast. - I'm on it.

All right, all right. Bye.

[ voices overlapping ]

- Yo. - Shit, man.

- How are you gonna help me, Rafe? - Yo, I don't know right now.

But I'm giving you my word.

I'm gonna do something.

I can't wait forever, man. I gotta do something.

[ phone rings ]

Hold on.

Yo, Kane, I got you, man.

I got you.

- Yo. - Yo, you around?

- Yeah. - Yo, I'm gonna need a favor, my nigga.

- Big or small? - Big.

We going to the playbook with it?

We're taking it to the shelter.

All right, say no more. See you in 10.

[ music playing ]

Pops, where's my caps?

[ engine starts ]

[ music continues ]

[ silent ]

[ silent ]

[ gunshot ]

[ music continues ]

[ 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... ♪