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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 playing ]

He took my fuckin' rope! Fuck!

[ music continues ]

[ Spanish radio playing ]

- Ronaldo, what's up? - How's it going?

Same shit. You know I'm out here doing the do, man.

Yo, I could talk to you for a minute?

Yeah, of course. Follow me.

I'm glad to see that you remember what we spoke about.

Yeah, you already know, man.

This is your spot so I gotta follow your rules.

- That's how the game goes. - That's what's up.

- You ran through that already? - Of course I ran through that already.

It would've been a little bit quicker,

but I gotta stay under the radar for right now.

- But everything will be cool. - You sure? Is everything cool?

Yeah, my nigga.

I got this little dark-skinned, dirty-ass,

roach nigga on my block right now.

You know that little dirty nigga I brought here before--

the little dusty nigga? Once I get rid of that nigga,

that block gonna be mines.

Listen, you're gonna have to do what you have to do.

It's a dog-eat-dog world out there.

- It's eat or be eaten. - Oh, I'ma eat.

That nigga don't even see it coming.

- So what's up? You need another deuce? - Of course.

Woman: Hello, how are you?

- Hello. How are you doing? - What can I help you with?

I'd like to pawn a chain and a bracelet.

Have you been here before?

No.

What we do is we weigh it

- and then give you the price. - All right, no problem.

It's not gold. I'm sorry.

You sure?

Stainless steel, gold-plated.

You can have it. You-- you can keep it.

Okay.

Fuck!

Let me find out you've been hiding from me.

No, not at all.

I've just been really busy at work.

The office is crazy. I've been putting in a lot of extra hours.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I mean, I guess it's better to be busy than not, right?

Are you always so positive?

You just seem to always look at the brighter side of things.

I'm just the type of person that doesn't really focus

on hardships and stresses.

I feel that it's in my control to some degree.

As long as I know that I'm gonna do something about it,

then ain't really nothing to stress.

That's a good way to look at things.

The odds have been so against me

at certain points in my life

that that was really the only way to look at it.

It was either that or giving up.

And for me, giving up just wasn't an option.

You seem so...

...determined.

I like to think I am.

But enough about me. What's up with you?

You haven't really told me much.

What was the reason for your move?

Well, let's just say...

I needed a change in environment.

I was in a very unsafe one.

Like you said,

I was in control, so, finally,

I worked up the courage to do something about it.

Well, I commend you

because that is definitely easier said than done.

Thank you.

You know, you're very easy to talk to.

You're nothing like you come off as.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Well, at first glance

someone might take you as a street guy.

You know, a hustler.

And if I were, what's wrong with that?

Other than the obvious, of course.

[ sighs ]

My ex was that kind of guy.

Never had a job in his life.

I mean, don't get me wrong. At first, it was exciting.

It turned me on.

But after a while, it gets exhausting.

"Exhausting"?

Yeah.

The constant worrying.

Everything in life is a risk.

Do you know how many people I've seen hurt

- on the construction site? - Yeah, but it isn't the same.

Getting hurt on the job

versus getting shot or even worse?

I get where you're coming from.

How do you know Shay?

Who?

My friend from the other day.

Oh, shorty. I don't know her.

I mean, I've just been seeing her around the way for years.

Honestly, I'm surprised that you two are friends.

Why?

'Cause y'all just seem like total opposites.

Oh.

Well, we work at the same job.

At first, I wasn't too very fond of her,

but she's cool. She's funny

and she helped me get through a rough time in my life.

Well, I'm glad that you had somebody there for you.

Me, too.

My stomach is growling. You know what you want?

What's up, Shane? You wanted to speak to me?

Yeah, man. Shit's been crazy these past few days.

- What happened? - I can't keep taking cabs after these robberies.

Once I'm done, I need to get the fuck out of Dodge.

I can't afford to be sittin' on a corner tryin' to hail a taxi.

Why are you telling me this, Shane?

I understand and I respect how you feel, my nigga,

- but I really need you. - Need me how, bro?

To drive! And of course

I'm gonna break you off a piece of whatever I get.

Shane, I told you how I feel about this.

I don't mess with this stuff.

I don't no part to this robbery!

Damn, Joe, I thought you was my mans!

I could say the same. I thought you was my mans.

Listen, I don't agree with some of the things you do to get by,

but I can't tell you how to survive.

But still, I don't judge you for it.

To each his own.

But how you're trying to pressure me

to do something you know I don't even do?

Come on, man.

That's because I really need you right now.

I understand that. But what are you gonna tell me

when we're in the back seat of a police car?

I get arrested, I lose my job,

I can't pay my bills, I can't pay my rent.

Then what are you gonna tell me, Shane?

It's not gonna happen like that.

Shane, I don't want no parts.

What do you want me to do? You want me to lie to you?

You want me to say I'm not scared to risk my freedom?

Well, I am. I don't know what that makes you think of me.

Maybe you think I'm pussy. But I'd rather be a free pussy

than a locked-up one any day.

Nah, man.

I ain't mean it like that, Joe.

I respect how you feel.

Play your position

and I can respect you for the position you play.

I respect you.

- So are we still cool? - Of course, my nigga.

I would help you, but I don't have it in me.

Nah, don't worry about it, man.

I'ma just get it however I have to.

- Yo, just tell Miz. - I can't.

I can't.

[ faint voices overlapping ]

[ voices overlapping ]

There go my man.

Oh, I'm your man now, huh?

Wasn't looking like yourself there for a minute there, Rafe.

Yo, real recognize real, Black,

and I'm always looking familiar.

You was just looking at the wrong thing.

All right, all right, you got that.

- [ phone chimes ] - Yo, I got a little something for you, though.

A gift?

It ain't even my birthday.

This is why you my guy.

Everything here, though?

[ scoffs ] Pshh.

Man, listen, if you even got to ask,

then you need not be fucking with me.

Come on, Rafe. I know you keep it a hundred.

Yo, that info you gave me was off, too.

- What do you mean? - Yo, the second worker,

it wasn't a chick, it was a dude.

My bad, my nigga. Obviously, didn't stop you, though.

Nah, not at all, man.

But, yo, if we ain't peeped the dude had on a Pawn Rite shirt,

we'd have been fucked, man.

By the time we done realized who he was,

he'd have already been in there.

My bad. But, yo, check this out.

Ready to get right back to work?

"Back to work"? Nigga, I ever left?

Always on the job.

I ain't mad at you, though.

- What's up, though? - Remember I told you

there was two situations I was sittin' on?

Yeah, I remember them. I just wasn't gonna stress the issue.

Okay, well, we knocked the first one out,

so let's work on the second one.

- Talk to me. - What you know about Oxys?

- Know about them what? - The Oxys, Rafe.

- Oxycontin, the Percs. - What the fuck is that?

They prescription pills. Painkillers.

Okay, what about them?

I just got the word on a pharmacy in the BX.

Yo, what the fuck am I gonna do with prescription pills, Black?

That's the new crack, Rafe.

Man, well, give me the old crack

or the old coke, nigga, or some cash.

Nigga, call me old-fashioned.

Trust me, my nigga.

Them little blue pills is paper, my nigga.

They go-- fast.

Well, I don't know nothing about that, man.

If you get something else, you let me know.

Rafe, so you're gonna let that pass up?

- I'm good, Black. - All right.

- I'm out. Enjoy your gift, man. - Let it be, then.

- All right. - Enjoy your gift.

You see that barber shop right there, my nigga?

- Yeah, I see it. - That's where I seen them fuckboys

posting right in front of that shit

with a couple other niggas, too, my nigga.

Oh, yeah? There's a game-changer right here, my nigga.

This is when things go left for the op.

Them niggas feel safe at home, my nigga.

Yo, my nigga, something has to fall when we come through.

- We gotta come correct. - My nigga, do we come any other way?

- How we move? - We gotta put it together.

We gotta treat it like a jux. You chill right here.

I'm gonna go in there, see how many barbers they got,

cameras, whatnot. I'm gonna be right back.

I'm gonna have a field day with these motherfuckers.

Say no more.

[ voices overlapping ]

- What goin'? - Fresh: Blessed.

Yo, me and my bro restless, you know?

We wanna eat some food fast, not sit around and wait.

Settle yourself, brethren.

We take the small steps till we can march big works.

We must all know when we see the pussyhole Miz's face.

Yo, man, I feel the man's pain, G.

This thing have drag on too long.

Donovan's name has fade every day that pass.

Brethren, how could I forget that?

The boy Miz is gonna pay.

But we can't kill what we don't know.

My gun no flame since we cut down the other youth.

But them eight shots I served him were nice, you know.

[ chuckles ] Man I'm try to tell you, say,

not even the sweetest poonanny sweeter than revenge, yo,

and when I fill them in a grave.

Well, I hope you make it big enough

to fit all of them pussyholes in there.

All we gotta do is just shoot them down

and pile them high. Like that, we say.

- What do you mean? - Anyway, I check

with that "Mr. Chin" I saw on the corner.

I'm hungry enough, I'm long time I sit and wait,

and I runnin' around trying to find food.

Before you go to the Chinese store, me reason about something.

Yardie: It's all right.

Yo, I saw them niggas in there, my nigga.

One of them niggas about to come to the Chinese store right now.

I'm about to lay on him.

My nigga, meet me around the corner in 10 minutes.

- Say no more, my nigga. Right now, right now - Right now, nigga.

♪ I am the young boy hitter who got the drop ♪

♪ On the fiends, still running, heated breath, coming to a stop now ♪

♪ Freefall, safety harness malfunction ♪

♪ Hear the pop sound, the parachute that don't deploy ♪

♪ 3,000 feet in the air, man, it's over for yours ♪

♪ Voice in your head letting you know you done fucked up now ♪

♪ Or leap off

♪ I am the instrumentals and admantium tough ♪

♪ You niggas won't get a dent ♪

♪ Through body bags and postage-ready for labels issue ♪

♪ I'm David Berkowitz, German Shepherd I've been to ♪

♪ And he talked back, too

♪ Gave me some solid advice on how to plan my next move ♪

♪ .44 caliber and loaded on these bastards ♪

♪ Ask no questions, take no answers ♪

♪ Clean up shop, parasites spreadin' cancer ♪

♪ These parasites spreadin' cancer ♪

♪ Sift a hundred grams, Bulldog in my hand ♪

♪ Squeeze until it jams, boom, boom, boom, Son of Sam ♪

♪ Sift a hundred grams, Bulldog in my hand ♪

♪ Squeeze until it jams, boom, boom, boom, Son of Sam ♪

♪ Yo, said ain't no low-key killers ♪

♪ I'm feeling to hit the headlines ♪

♪ Slinging your favorite records won't make submission deadlines ♪

♪ The end of my time rot in a prison cell ♪

♪ Reading fan mail in my pastime ♪

♪ Yes, I'm one short a deuce ♪

♪ L.A. in the '80's, no such thing as a truce ♪

♪ Dreamin' of a coop reality MTA ♪

♪ So if I catch you at the ATM, this lead I spray ♪

♪ I'm carving plats, digging up graves ♪

♪ Begging when you take your last breath, remember the name ♪

♪ Son of Sam, borough of the damned ♪

♪ Running from parole, my nigga, I'm on the lam ♪

♪ Here is something you can't understand ♪

♪ This nigga just killed a man ♪

♪ Smoked his bitch, too, and I'm leavin' clues ♪

♪ And I'm leavin' clues ♪

♪ Sift a hundred grams, Bulldog in my hand ♪

♪ Squeeze until it jams, boom, boom, boom, Son of Sam ♪

♪ Sift a hundred grams, Bulldog in my hand ♪

♪ Squeeze until it jams, boom, boom, boom, Son of Sam ♪

♪ Say they've greased all the ghosts, I eat niggas ASAP ♪

♪ Cross the waters, Godzilla, Staples Center, flame that ♪

♪ You can't tame that, DC sniper aim at ♪

♪ Any competition looking to eat off a lame rat ♪

♪ I'm AWACS, back seat old dog... ♪

Got him.

- 2-1, let's go. - We in the lead, my nigga.

- Let's go. - ♪ Them niggas do bank

♪ Do bank, got the crunkest mountains ♪

♪ Newfangled X in the eye patch ♪

♪ Do plan on ruling

♪ The game from this day on ♪

♪ Stay strong, and keep your prayers active. ♪

[ voices overlapping ]

- Yo, what up? - Nothing. What you doing?

Actually, I'm about to get a tat.

Oh, word? What you getting?

I'm getting "Money and violence" around my wrist.

"Money and violence"? What's that supposed to mean?

That's the only two things in this world that people respect, Kane.

- Yeah, is it? - Yeah, it is, man.

They say that a man's character is judged

by how he treats those that can do nothing for him or to him.

Those that can do something for him represent money

and those that can do something to him represent violence.

Hmm, I wonder what Mister respects.

What have you subjected him to?

- What you mean? - I mean what have you given him?

You mean what has he taken?

You know what I mean, Kane.

- Money, Rafe. - All right, and do you like the respect

that you're gettin' by giving him money?

- What respect? - Answer the question, Kane.

No, not at all.

Then it's time to resort to violence, Kane,

no matter who it is that's walking this earth.

Money and violence, Kane. Money and violence.

That's easier said than done.

Tsk. Yo, being uncomfortable

is the first step on the road to change, man.

- Obviously, you're not happy. - Of course I'm uncomfortable.

I just wish I was more like you, Rafe.

Like me how?

Yo, Kane, we're all born babies,

which means that we all start the race of life

at the same starting point.

Where you end up is up to you.

I hear you, but this nigga Mister is just so disrespectful.

Check this-- the other day,

he made me give him a piggyback ride to the store.

- And you did it? - Yo, he forced me, Rafe.

[ scoffs ] Yo, man,

one day you'll get tired, man.

Until then, I don't know what to tell you.

But you know what? You'll be all right, man.

Yo, I'm gonna go get this tat.

- You coming in? - Yeah.

[ voices overlapping ]

- [ horn honks ] - [ sighs ]

[ TV playing ]

[ humming ]

- Yo. - All right.

My nigga.

- My nigga, Rafe. - Yo, what up, Grand?

You know, everything copa-stetic.

Trying to progress step by step.

I feel you, man. Progress is a slow process,

but life move quick as a motherfucker, you know what I mean?

Shit, tell me about it.

I'm still tryin' to find the balance between the two.

Ain't we all, man?

Yeah.

But what's good, though? What you got for me, my nigga?

Yo, that 250 grizzles, man. That's what we spoke on.

Yo, Grand, why you won't just grab the whole half a bird, my nigga?

Nah, you know, I'm heavy right now.

I'm sitting on a good amount of weight right now,

you know what I'm saying?

I'm gonna fuck with you, my nigga. I just wanna know

if it is what you say it is, you know what I'm saying?

Word. So what, now I'ma hit my man with some bullshit? Wack.

Yeah, I'ma fuck with you, know what I'm saying?

You know, I'm taking this whole bag of shake from you, ain't I?

Yo, Grand, I really hope you don't be havin'

all this bread around these niggas, man.

Pfft, that's light bread, Rafe.

My nigga, light to you, but heavy as fuck to niggas, man.

Everybody ain't to be trusted, Grand.

Listen, my homies

is my homies, homie.

My nigga, I keep telling you this shit

but it's like you don't hear me.

Listen, I know what it is.

I always keep that thing close. It ain't--

But what good is it if you can't get to it, my nigga?

[ exhales ] Pshh.

You a paranoid nigga, Rafe.

Paranoid, cuz.

My nigga, this shit ain't paranoia.

I done had my own family trying to line me up, my nigga.

That shit ain't never come from an enemy,

always a fucking ally, my dude.

- That's the game, my nigga. - "That's the game."

That ain't the fucking game, my nigga.

The streets ain't the same, man.

These fakes out here ain't to be trusted, my nigga.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- I got my eyes open. - Pshh. I hope so.

Yeah, trust me.

But, yo, if you don't mind me asking,

where you get that work from, my nigga?

Yo, Grand, what you think?

Listen, I know you get how you live.

You know, you book niggas and all,

I ain't knocking that, you feel me?

But I just don't understand why you don't fuck with this white.

Like, you ain't never gotta rob another day in your life, my nigga.

Yo, Grand, I stay in my lane, my nigga.

I rob. That's what I do.

That's what I'm good at, my nigga,

until the day when I can't rob no more

Nah, I'm all right, man.

I feel you, my nigga. Let me go get this bread

so I can get you up out of here, you heard?

- All right, say no more, baby. - All right, my nigga.

[ faint sirens wailing ]

All right, man.

- Yo. - What's good?

Get the rest of them ends, nigga.

You bounced so fucking fast last night.

Man, listen, your boy Kane?

The nigga was in the living room

helping the boys build a case against us on Instagram.

Nigga, I was trying to get up out of there

before they flew in your door and lock us all up.

Nigga, I know that nigga be bugging, Miz.

My nigga, you know he be bugging,

but as militant as you move,

why you entertain this nigga? I don't get it.

Yo, I'm just hoping that the nigga learn quickly.

And you're willing to chance us

having to pay for his mistakes if he fucked up?

My nigga, you gamble too big.

And if we lose, we lose it all, Rafe. You know that.

Yo, it's either that or I let this nigga

go back to tryin' to rob fucking bodegas with BB guns, Miz.

- I can't have that happen. - Whatever, Rafe.

But, yo, did you holler at Black on the second situation?

Oh, yeah, I spoke to that nigga, man.

That shit wasn't nothin' serious, man.

This nigga over here talking 'bout some pharmacy

that we can run up in, talking about,

"Yo, they got thousands of painkillers and shit."

Yo, what the fuck was them shits called?

Percs or Oxycontin?

Man, I told that nigga, yo, that nigga buggin', my nigga.

Why the fuck is me and Miz

gonna run up in a spot for some fucking headache medicine, my dude?

What? My nigga, call him back!

- What? - Yo, my nigga,

them shit goes, my nigga.

It's good as cash. Call him back.

- I will. - Nah, Rafe. Call him back now!

- It's like that? - Yo, my nigga, them shit flies.

You ain't even gotta do nothin'. I'll take care of all of it.

All right, say no more.

I'm about to give that nigga a call right now.

Yo, Black.

Yo, that situation you spoke to me about--

that shit still available? Yeah, the aspirin.

All right, change of plans, my nigga.

Yeah, we interested.

Yeah, nigga, I know you told me, man.

But anyway, yo, let's get on that shit ASAP.

Cool, hit me. We make it happen.

So what's up? We good?

Yeah, my nigga. He said that shit's still there.

- We can make it happen. - All right, say no more.

All right. Yo, let's go get this grub, man.

I'm fucking starving.

[ 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 ♪