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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 ]

[ reggae music playing ] ♪ With bad man, ain't no runnin' ♪

♪ Bad man no wear tight pants with him gun in ♪

♪ Pussyhole boy, them disrespect me done in ♪

♪ Pure bad guy, they around me and they blunted ♪

♪ 'Cause when you fuck with bad man, ain't no runnin'... ♪

[ music continues ]

[ clicks ]

[ men muttering ]

♪ Bad man no wear tight pants with him gun in ♪

♪ Pussyhole boy, them disrespect me done in ♪

♪ Pure bad guy, they around me and they blunted ♪

♪ 'Cause when you fuck with bad man, ain't no runnin'... ♪

That's one of them pussyholes right there, son.

Hey, boy. Let me talk to you now.

[ gunfire snaps ]

♪ I feel like somebody's drummin'... ♪

[ music continues ]

- 'Sup, Rafe? - You tell me.

What do you mean?

Yo, how you feelin' about the other night?

Shit, not really my thing, man.

You know I'm a working man, yo.

I don't fuck with the streets at all.

But truthfully, I wasn't as scared as I thought I would be, man.

As soon as we were in the crib and we had them tied up,

- I was cool. - Trust me, man,

I know that this isn't your kind of thing.

And that's why I'm giving you the opportunity to--

to back out right now, man.

Yo, I presented this opportunity

because you're my guy, man,

and I know what you're going through.

You know, but, um,

you really put my back against the wall

with that whole "trying to do this thing on your own," Kane.

But if you're having second thoughts, man,

I don't want you to feel bad about it.

You're more than welcome to walk away right now.

Man, walking away doesn't seem like an option, Rafe.

Like, I've been broke for what seems like forever.

But, like, how do you get used to this thing, though, man?

Like, I can't front if I didn't say I wasn't scared, man.

And I'd be lying to you, man,

if I said that you didn't have every reason to be, man.

Yo, I told you the other night, man

ain't no guarantees with these jobs.

Yo, we could plan this shit to the T,

but that does not mean that things are gonna go according to plan.

Don't get me wrong-- they can,

but, Kane, they hardly ever do.

So knowing that, how come you never get scared?

What's fear, Kane?

Yo, I get the butterflies,

the bubble guts, the racing heart sometimes,

but I don't see that as fear, man.

That shit is the rush.

Never let your feelings dictate your actions, man.

Keep your head in the game no matter what.

"Keep my head in the game no matter what."

All right, cool, I got it.

Overall, you did good, though, man.

I was surprised, man.

I thought your ass would've been paranoid,

but you did all right, man. You actually held your own.

Thanks, man.

I don't know if I could get used to this,

but I'm gonna have to learn how to, man.

Especially that we didn't get anything.

It's like we did all that for nothing.

Yo, we got away with our freedom, man.

That's more than enough.

Yeah, I know, but it's not always like that, right?

- Like what? - As far as not getting anything.

[ scoffs ] Of course not, man!

You think I'd have been doing this shit my whole life

if this shit didn't pay?

It's just that the shit can go any which way, man.

There's no way we could've known that that chick would've kept coming to that door.

Yo, were you really thinking of kicking her down the stairs, though, Rafe?

Yo, you damn right.

Would you rather have been sitting in Central Booking right now?

- Nah. - Nigga, I'd have kicked her

and her moms down the stairs if I had to, man.

In this line of work, ain't no room for feelings, Kane.

You don't do what you want. You do what you have to.

If you're gonna fuck with me,

I'm gonna need you to know that.

I'm starting to learn that already.

There's no time to be thinking about others, man.

The first objective is to get away.

The second is to get that paper, man.

I mean, what good is it to get the paper

if you're gonna get caught with it?

You're right, Rafe.

Yo, did you ever get to see your daughter, though, man?

I remember you telling me that you won a hundred dollars on a scratch-off.

Nah, I didn't, man.

Let's just say that money wasn't enough, yo.

She wanted more?

Nah, it wasn't really her. Honestly, I lost the money.

- How? - Son, one minute it was in my pocket,

- the next minute it was gone. - Tss-- damn!

Son, tell me about it. I already called Cindy

and told her I was bringing her the money.

- I know she was bugging. - Bugging?

Bro, I haven't picked up her phone calls yet, man.

She keeps calling, I just don't know what to tell her.

When she sees me, she's gonna flip.

- Yo, you have to call her, man. - I know, man,

but I ain't got no paper to give her.

[ sighs ] Yo.

Take this hundred, man. Go see your kid.

I wish you'd have called me when that shit happened, man.

I know you got your own money issues, Rafe.

- Fuck does that mean? - Man, I'm just saying.

Yo, things ain't the way they used to be, man,

but I can afford to give you $100, nigga.

- Shit ain't never that hard. - You sure?

Yeah, man. Take that, man.

[ voices overlapping ]

[ phone rings ]

- Hello? - Hey, girl.

- Hey, Shay. - What you doing tonight?

Nothing. Probably just clean up, watch some movies.

- Nothing crazy. - Girl, it is Friday.

My peoples is having a party at the Wine Room.

It's gonna be turnt up.

I don't know, Shay. I don't know.

Listen, I'm gonna text you the information

and you're gonna meet me at the venue at midnight, all right?

You said it yourself, you need to get out the house.

All right.

I wasn't taking no for an answer anyway.

All right, cool.

All right, so I'm gonna text you

and I'll see you at midnight.

- Okay, I'll see you later. - All right.

Yo, good looking on taking this little trip with me, man.

I really ain't wanna do this shit doley.

Nah, it ain't shit, my nigga.

Yo, who homie are we gonna check, though?

Oh, this is my boy from way back.

He's like a big bro to me.

He's got a couple businesses. He's doing his thing, man.

- You're gonna like him. - All right, cool, cool, cool.

[ dryers whirring ]

- Yo, Ronaldo, 'sup? - What's good, Tai? What's going on?

- Same shit, same shit. - Yo, who's your man?

Oh, Ronaldo, this is Shane.

- Shane, Ronaldo. - Yo, what's good, man?

Nice to meet you.

Uh, give me-- give me and my partner a minute real quick.

I wanna speak to him, all right? We'll be right back.

Yo, what the fuck are you doing

bringing motherfuckers to my shop?

Yo, but that's my boy, though.

Yo, I don't give a fuck if it was your father.

You don't bring nobody to my shop unannounced.

But that's my boy like that, though.

Yo, what don't you understand, Tai?

'Cause that's the shit I'm talking about.

I don't like fucking with y'all little niggas.

Y'all just so fucking stupid!

- But he might be a customer, though. He-- - I don't give a fuck

if he was gonna buy a hundred birds. I don't know him.

Does it seem like I have a problem getting rid of my product?

- My fault, man. - Yo, you're giving me issues

and we haven't even cop shit yet.

Listen, I don't wanna meet nobody, all right?

If they want something-- your peoples--

if they want something, then you come to me,

I sell it to you, and they cop it from you.

- That's it. - Yo, I know I ain't bought nothing yet,

but that's why I brought him here.

I'm trying to get the ball rolling.

What part of "I don't know your mans" don't you understand?

Yo, you didn't tell him where you're getting the work from, right?

My bad. Yo, I ain't even tell him yet.

- What you mean "yet"? - My fault. I'm not gonna say nothing at all.

Yo, you fuck up again, that's it.

I've been doing this a long time with no real problems.

I don't need you bringing me no bullshit.

I won't, man.

Hey, listen, it was nice meeting you, Shane,

but I gotta get back to business.

- Take it easy. - Cool.

Yo, I ran through the rest of that.

- I don't understand you, my nigga. - What?!

I was with you all fucking day.

Why you just giving me this?

- Don't tell me you forgot. - Nah, I ain't forget, man.

- And? - I was trying to help you out.

How you tryin' to help me out?

How the fuck are you trying to help me out?

All right, so the homie we just met?

- That wasn't my mans. - And?!

It's the plug I was trying to put you onto.

How the fuck are you gonna bring me there

and not let me know what I'm walking into?

- What type of shit you on, Tai? - I'm on that "get money" shit.

Nah, nigga. If you wanna walk these streets blind,

feel free, but don't bring me to your bullshit, my nigga.

Like I told you, I got a plug already.

I don't need another nigga. Chill the fuck out, man.

Sh-hh...

Yo, what up, man? Everything good?

I'm good, my nigga. Everything good,

but I wanna put you on, know what I mean? Keep your eyes open.

Some real funny shit happened to me the other day, my nigga.

- What happened? - Let me tell you, all right?

- I'm with this nigga Tes, right? - Mm-hmm.

We're at Cam Tech, know what I mean? We chopping up,

he putting me on about them Jamaican niggas that fuck with Donovan.

He talk about them niggas some wild killers, my nigga.

Damn, niggas is still talking about this shit?

Same shit I told this nigga Tes.

I told that nigga, let that shit die.

Man, motherfuckers love talking

about something they don't know nothing about.

Pretty much, but peep this.

After me and Tes ordered our food, we dip, my nigga.

He go his way, I go my way.

I could swear these two dread niggas was following me.

I'm not sure, but I think they was at Cam Tech with us.

- Dread niggas? - Yeah, dread niggas.

Real Rastafarian "I and I"-ass niggas.

- They press you? - Press who? Come on, Miz.

- So how do you know they was following you? - They spun the corner with me,

so when I peeped that, I spun the next corner

and posted up to see if I could get a reaction from them.

Soon as they saw me, I blew a shot at them and dipped.

- They blew back? - Nah, not even.

- Sure they was following you? - I can't tell you I'm positive,

but I think so. I'm just telling you to keep your eyes open, my nigga.

Nah, my nigga. I appreciate it,

but you know if they come this way, I'm blowing.

Don't ask me no questions, no nothing. I'm letting shots fly.

Ain't no time for talking. I feel you, my G.

But, yo, what's up with that other situation you told me about?

- What situation? - About homie coming through with the food.

Oh, that food soon about to be ready to eat, my nigga.

- Yeah? - Yeah!

Niggas done made in a couple of orders, know what I'm saying?

For a couple of hours he's been coming through,

dropping off to niggas or sometimes niggas go check him.

I'm just waiting for niggas to put in that "whole bird" order.

It could be any day now. It could be tomorrow, the next day.

I'm trying to keep you posted. Soon as I hit you, my nigga,

you gotta get there ASAP.

Man, you know how I move when it comes to that paper.

I know how you do, my nigga.

But we gotta figure out who's coming at us.

Yo, you're slipping again, man.

Yo, listen to me, my nigga, I'm gonna need you

to keep your eyes open out here. And I'm gonna need you

to stop being so comfortable without havin' a gun.

- I'm good out here, man. - Yo, Shane, listen to me, my nigga,

shit looks like it's about to get a little crazy out here

and I know you ain't got nothing to do with nothing,

but I don't know how these niggas is giving it up.

- What happened? - Yo, don't worry about it, my nigga,

just make sure you always got it on you.

It's better you get caught with it instead of without it.

It's better you in a cell than a fucking grave, you hear me?

Miz, so you're not gonna tell me what's going on?

Yo, what's going on is I don't need to see your face

on no "Rest in Peace" T-shirt.

Just chill, little nigga. I'm just giving you a heads up.

- Everything's good, man. - All right.

All right, later.

[ dance music playing ]

[ phone chimes ]

So y'all feeling comfortable,

or y'all think we got more homework to do?

I don't know about everybody else, but I'm ready to go.

Yeah, I'm ready, man.

I'm ready for the jump!

Yo, you like jumping out the fucking window, don't you?

Whoa, my nigga. Yo, let me holler at you. Come on!

- Yo, what up? - Yo, you sure you wanna bring this dude with us?

As sure as you are about bringing this little motherfucker.

Nah, that little motherfucker done put in work with us before

and I don't like fucking with new niggas.

And you said it yourself, niggas be telling.

Man, I done chopped it up with him about the situation

to see where his head is at.

- And? - And he good!

Yo, I don't see it in him!

Yo, bottom line, that's my man. I pulled him in, man.

I ain't gonna sit here defending this shit, man.

Yo, say no more. Just know, we go in there

and he fucks up and fall, that "he's your man" shit,

ain't gonna fly, but shots will, though.

Yo, bottom line, he ain't your responsibility, nigga.

He ain't nothing for you to worry about.

Yo, it's your job. I'm gonna let you quarterback here.

- But if it was up to me-- - It ain't.

Yo, man, you good?

Yeah, I'm good, man.

Yo, don't fucking let me down, man.

- All right, boy, what's going on? - What's going on, brethren?

Nothing. Everything's easy.

Easy like Sunday morning.

What's this that you shot a man yesterday? Everything criss?

Yeah, man. Everything's criss.

Me just wanna take a little drive through Flatbush

to see if we could get one of them blood clot pussies we saw the other day.

Brethren, your head too hot, brethren, for a second long.

Yo, man, you know what I say. When it's hot,

you cannot stay down here, you have to go up on the roof.

Yeah, man, but no, you get still.

Yeah, man, we couldn't linger so me and the brethren for a ride.

We go and just take a looka roll out

and let's see what we see.

Yeah, you on fire, right?

Yeah, man. We broke up on one of them pussies

We let off a couple of shots,

but they were too quick for me.

Brethren, you shoot and miss?

Well, the man slick like fish grease in the dark.

Brethren, you master the element of surprise.

Add that to the advantage for the art of warrior now, brethren.

Brethren, being a warrior is not art

unless you are painting the streets red with blood, you know?

Brethren, I take someone and bust my gun, too.

But we can't fuck up this.

Yo, if it's war they want,

it's what them blood clot gets.

Brethren, no luck, we war upon the battlefield in a strategy.

Your mind is the strongest weapon upon the battlefield, brethren.

Yo, all them pussies are for dead.

[ 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, then I enter my zone ♪