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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 ]

What's good, Shane? Where have you been?

- I been around. - My nigga, cut your bullshit.

What's goin' on with you?

Yo, I know you're tight at me

and you got every right to be.

- But last time I was with you, I got robbed. - You got robbed by who?

Some short, fat nigga.

When I got back into the lobby of my building,

this nigga backed me down and took everything--

- my work and my bread. - Okay, so why haven't you been pickin' up my call?

Miz, I was embarrassed.

You just left me. You was telling me,

"Yo, make sure you always got something on you at all times."

And I was just telling you these streets

is not what you're making them out to be.

Plus, me and Kane just fucked up on that jux

that cost you and Rafe about 300 racks!

Okay, so what? You'd rather duck my phone calls?

I wasn't ducking your calls.

I was trying to buy myself more time

so I could give you this bread.

Yo, my nigga, the crazy thing is

when I first started calling you,

I was calling to put money in your pocket.

You missed out on a lick.

Me and Rafe, we came off over a hundred racks.

[ sighs ]

Yo, but you have to know that I was doing everything in my power

to try to get you this bread, man.

- And how has that been working out? - Not good at all.

I got shot the other day trying to rob some nigga who came through the block.

Yo, look at you, Shane. How long we been fuckin' with each other?

For a minute.

All right, then. So you mean to tell me

you ain't know better but to think

that you couldn't come to me with this?

I mean, I always say keep your rat on you,

but shit happened, my nigga. You got robbed.

But something about this ain't addin' up.

How you got robbed by a nigga you never seen before?

Tell me, yo, how it happen?

I'm walking to the building.

The nigga approached me from behind.

He asked me, "Where's building number 31?"

I told him where the building was. I even let the nigga in.

When I got to the stairs, nigga grabbed me,

backed me down, and took everything.

Nah, if he asked you where building 31 is,

that mean he already knew where you was headed.

Yo, my nigga, this ain't no coincidence.

I thought somethin' funny about the situation,

but I couldn't make nothin' of it.

Yo, you sure niggas ain't watching you to line you up?

But even if they were, how they know you had work on you?

Did you tell anybody you was gettin' work from me?

Nobody I could think of.

Anybody, Shane.

Tai. I told Tai.

We was hanging in front of the building when you called.

He overheard the conversation, then he asked me

if you was about to give me some work and I said yeah.

There you go.

[ chuckles ] Nah, Miz.

Tai ain't lying to me.

You know how long he know I've been getting work from you

and this never happened to me before?

- Why now? - Tsk, man, well, that's your man.

But I'm telling you, my nigga,

I always get a sneaky vibe from him.

I'm telling you, no matter what,

- you got lined up. - All right, Miz.

Yo, on some other shit, though, my nigga,

don't be ducking my phone calls.

The first time, it's a mistake.

Second time, it's disrespect, you hear me?

Yeah, Miz. My bad.

It's all good, man. I'ma call you later.

- And pick up your phone. - All right.

Yes, hello? Yes, this is Kane.

I was calling about that job offering I seen in the newspaper.

Yes, the sales one.

The position has been filled?

All right, all right. Thank you, thank you so much.

All right.

Hey, yo, cuz, I think that's the primo

that tired to rob me at the numbers spot that day.

- Let's get this nigga, cuz. - Say no more. I got you.

[ mutters ] Why doesn't somebody ever hire?

[ exhales ] Whew.

- Yo, primo! - Yo!

Let me talk to you real quick. Yo!

- You look real familiar. - Oh, shit.

Come here. Let me talk to you.

Yo, primo!

I know that's you. Stop fronting.

Shit.

[ gunshots snap ]

Yo, we're out of here.

♪ ...these strippers 'cause we like that ♪

♪ Tell that DJ, "Bring it back" 'cause we like that ♪

♪ Buy you bottles as a model, yeah, we like that ♪

♪ All our chicks look like models, yeah, we like that ♪

- ♪ From my fitty to our kicks... ♪ - [ phone rings ]

♪ If you like that, tell him that you like that ♪

- ♪ Do you like that? Yeah, you like that... ♪ - Yo?

Yo, Rafe.

Hey, I seen the guy, man.

Yo, what's up with you?

[ pants ] He's shooting at me, man.

What? What are you talking about?

Yeah, the guy that was-- oh, my God!

Kane, where are you? Who's shootin' at you?

- Where are you, Rafe? - Jump in a cab.

I'm at the Lyfe clothing store on, um--

on Ralph and Putnam.

I'ma be here for a minute. Come here now.

All right, I'm comin' now, man. I'm comin'.

Wait for me, Rafe.

[ door closes ]

- Here we go. Fuck. - Shit.

[ murmurs ]

- Oh, shit. - You want some of this?

What we doing tonight?

Shit, man.

What the fuck is this nigga right here, man?

Yo, driver, why so much people in the car, man?

- Shit, let me get some of this. - Passenger #2: I'm not gonna lie, man.

I've been drinking all fuckin' day.

- Me, too. - Passenger #2: Fuckin' Hennessey hit it.

Yo, boy, what up, man?

Your girl need some bundles, man? Huh?

He looks like the type of nigga that wears 'em--

- Oh, shit! - Oh, fuck!

Driver: Oh, shit, what's going on back there?

Yo, don't worry about it. Yo, let me off right here.

[ groans ] Oh, shit, fuck!

Fuck, man.

- Driver: You gotta come out. - Damn.

Fuck you mean? Take me to a hospital.

♪ Buy you bottles as a model, yeah, we like that ♪

♪ All our chicks look like models, yeah, we like that ♪

♪ From the fitty to the kicks, I know you like that ♪

♪ If you like that, tell him that you like that ♪

♪ Do you like that? Yeah, you like that ♪

♪ Do you like that? Yeah, you like that ♪

♪ Throwing singles on the strippers 'cause we like that ♪

♪ Tell the DJ, "Bring it back" 'cause we like that... ♪

- [ door opens ] - Yo, Rafe.

Yo, today was the scariest day of my life.

- What happened? - Yo, I seen that guy--

I mean, well, that guy saw me.

- What guy? - The guy that you had

and the lady kept r-- you wanted to ring the bell--

- I mean, you wanted to kick her-- - Kane, slow down.

What are you talking about? Tell me what happened.

You're talking too fast.

All right, let me take a deep breath.

[ sighs ] I was walking down the street and I passed this guy.

And I didn't notice him, but I guess he noticed me.

Okay, but what guy you talkin' about?

The guy from the spot that we tried to rob.

- The Spanish guy? - Yes, the Spanish guy.

He saw me, I didn't see him.

All I heard was, "Yo," so I turned around.

When I realized who it was, I started walking fast.

By the time I took the corner, I got my light feet going.

Then he started laying off shots behind me.

[ laughs ] He started shooting at you?

Yes, Rafe. I was scared, man.

My life flashed before my eyes. I thought I was dead.

Kane, this is what you signed up for.

What do you mean? I signed up to get money.

I never said I wanted to get shot.

Okay, and what do you think is gonna happen

when you and somebody that we robbed cross paths?

You think I keep a gun with me at all times,

- what, to look cool? - That's not what I'm saying, Rafe.

All right, then. This comes with the territory, Kane.

And maybe you should rethink things

and go back to lookin' for a job if you can't handle this.

Why weren't you observing your surroundings, anyway?

- What do you mean? - I mean you walked right past him!

I wasn't thinkin'

I was gonna bump into him again, Rafe.

Yo, doin' the type of things that we do,

you have to anticipate for things like this to happen, Kane.

Scan every face when you enter any room.

Never sit with your back facing the exit

in any establishment.

These are the simple little things

that can either save or cost you your life.

- Yo, this shit is gettin' complicated, Rafe. - Here we go.

In or out, Kane. It's your decision to make.

What's up, papi?

I'm fucking Mexican, man. Stop calling me "papi."

I got you, man. What's up, though?

We've been dealing for a long time already now.

Yeah, it's been a minute.

You don't know this, but at first,

I didn't wanna fuck with you.

When we first met...

I even did a background check on your ass

and what came back to me,

- you was a fucking stick-up kid. - I do what I do.

I thought that was a pain at first.

I went along with it

'cause I fucking hate snakes.

Every chance I got,

I jump on a motherfucking snake.

- I'm no snake, Capone. - Let me finish, Miz.

You always kept it a hundred in this business.

You're one of the only people I try fronting work to

and you turn me down.

That tells me something about you.

Man, I'm not trying to put myself in no position

where I can't handle my workload.

Or do I wanna fuck with morenos

'cause they don't see the bigger picture.

But I'm glad I took a chance with you.

I've grown to like you and respect you.

I appreciate that.

I want us to do good-- really good.

- I got a plan for you. - Plans? What plan?

We'll get to that later.

But first, I need a favor from you.

A favor? What favor could you possibly need from me?

In this business, Miz,

not everyone is like you.

People think they can outsmart me

and because of that they need to be dealt with.

So before we move forward,

this relationship's gotta be sealed in blood.

Yo, do you need me to do something for you?

I don't need you to handle anything.

Take this gesture as a privilege--

- from me. - You say the word.

There's a debt that needs to be collected

and we've reached to the point

where money cannot cover the disrespect.

- I got it, then. - You sure you got it?

I got it.

Just make sure...

that he knows this come from Capone.

All right.

"Marcus James, AKA 'Block.'"

Yo, my nigga.

I'm gonna need another big favor.

What's up, man? You put money on the card, right?

Yeah, I did, man. Definitely, man.

- How much money you put? 500, right? - I put 500, bro.

All right, give me a couple of days, man.

We'll turn that 500 into 5,000.

Yo, truth is running around town how you're zo-ing niggas.

I don't trust nobody, bro.

You can trust me, man.

I do this shit for the culture, man.

Me zo-ing you? That's black-on- black crime, man.

Just give me a couple of days,

I'm gonna give you fuckin' $2,000 on a gift card.

I'ma keep 3,000 for my services.

Yo, truth is I don't want no gift cards, though, bro.

Listen, Sean, these are gifts.

These are good as cash.

You use that shit in the fucking supermarket,

you use the shit in the fucking Rite Aid,

you buy you some Js or some shit like that.

You know what I mean? You go to Gift Fresh, man. What the fuck?

Tsk, all right, man, yo. Make it happen, bro.

Yo, get whatever you want, man. Come on, man.

- Get what you want. - All right, say no more, man.

You know how we do it.

Leon: Let me get me a Nantucket, man.

Come on, man.

You make the pussyhole get the best of you, BR.

Get the best of me? Who the man get the best of me?

If it was up to me, Me would take out the bloodclot--

clippin' out the bloodclot while we up there.

You wanna come up with plan,

a plan for grabbing Maggz for information

like we're the bloodclot police, what?

Brethren, that's the only way for find out

what this Miz youth looks, brethren.

We have to seek him and bust off him head

so the body can stop rush, you hear me?

So G, you tell me

that's the same one, named Maggz that you talked about?

Yeah, man, him that.

Yo, the man quicking,

so me rushed the man, the man goes to sit.

Me shot the gun and moved fast, see?

- So you say it connect? - Yeah, man, of course.

We did too up close and personal.

Me woulda miss, me woulda caught shooter.

Me licked him somewhere on him legs.

If not him leg, somewhere on him torso.

Yo, brethren, Fresh,

me no like how this movin', dog,

'cause they know BR's face now.

And only thing we get for that is a one-leg shot?

Yo, we should've just met the dog

then come do him come for we do.

All this "grab up man and question" business

are pointless now, dog.

You see them kill off one of we,

we have to kill off the whole of them bloodclot.

Yo, my patience already thin, brethren.

We'll soon reach the boiling point on the dogs.

Yo, me done reached the boiling point long time ago now, G.

How are we go forward?

Yo, me not know yet, my brethren,

but we know we have to deal with the thing differently now...

'cause, look, we done lose Yardie already.

The other night we coulda lose BR, too.

We start realize we've underestimated the youth boy.

We can't deal with him

so we have to rush in with an army

'cause the "one-by-one" thing not gonna make it.

But before we can rush him, we still have to know who.

We have to know how him look, brethren.

General, so until then,

other way has no purpose.

We're gonna call some more dogs, then.

Make sure them ready for deal with the case

'cause we're gonna call them real soon.

Yeah, man, deal with that.

Meanwhile, just go on easy.

Me gonna wait to see what my ears bring back to me.

So, now tell me something, nobody's getting no word

about the one who took down Yardie?

Brethren, the streets not saying nothing.

Everybody lost, brethren.

Nobody know where they're going.

My boy shot out here

and nobody hears or know nothing?

Bloodclot, do not tell me, yo, not telling me...

Yo, ease yourself, BR.

Anything in the dark must follow the light.

And just like with the boy Miz, brethren,

he'll soon step out of the shadows

- so we can deal with him. - And when it do,

we gonna lick fire upon that.

We gonna lick fire upon that real nice, my dog.

Trust me. Mm-hmm.

- What's good? - Miz: You good?

Yeah, I'm Gucci, my nigga.

That shit was about nothin'. It went in and out.

- What the fuck happened? - My nigga,

I'm waiting for my homie to come scoop a couple of boys for me

on Cortelyou. I ain't want to play the ave

'cause I was mad dirty, my nigga.

I had the slam on me, I had work on me.

So peep it, I'm in front of the building

some fuckin' spooky-lookin' light-skinned nigga pop up

out of nowhere, my nigga, tried to grab me and back out the ratchet.

- He got that close? - My nigga, he was on me.

So you know the first thing I did was reach for my blitz.

I had to back that shit out to make the dude give me space.

My nigga, I was about to let that shit go through my pocket,

but I managed to get it out and blow off a shot.

I think when I let my shot off,

dude let his shot off, that's when I got hit, my nigga.

So I stumbled back, I scoped my surroundings,

and see if any more niggas coming.

I look across the street--

them same two dread niggas, my nigga.

So I started dumping at them niggas, and them niggas dipped.

Oh, so they tryin' to even the score?

Fuckboy had the drop on me, Miz.

If that nigga was any quicker, he coulda had me!

But why homie tryin' to grab you, though?

If he got that close, he coulda just blew.

You know how niggas are, Miz. He probably wanted to pop shit.

Nah, my nigga, it don't make sense.

'Cause if that was me, I woulda sat you down

with a stomach shot first.

A stomach shot is enough to put you on your ass

without killing you right away.

You'd still be receptive enough to hear what I gotta say.

I don't know, my nigga.

Nah, and if them two dread niggas were across the street,

- why didn't they blow? - I blew at them. It was quick, though.

Nah, my nigga. Them niggas some shooters.

The tall nigga? He shot Tes eight times.

I heard him talking and laughing about it when I was at the barber shop.

So even if you blew at them niggas first,

- why didn't they buzz back? - I don't know, my nigga.

Yeah, that shit don't make no sense to me neither, for real.

And that's what I'm sayin'. Why would three niggas come out

just for two niggas to play the sideline,

especially when shit done got funky?

But fuck it, though. At least you managed to get yours off

and get them niggas off of you.

You know how we move, my nigga.

You don't know if you shot homie, though?

I don't know. The way he hauled ass, I don't think so.

He thought he had me, though.

Man, fuck it, my nigga. Stay off them streets

till you get back on your feet, man.

You don't wanna be out there in no disadvantage.

And if them niggas come back, we oughta be on our A-game.

My nigga, I'm Gucci. I'ma play the crib, my nigga,

for about a week or two till my shit heal up.

Ain't shit, man.

- Say no more. - Yeah.

- Miz: Catch your boy later. - Of course, of course.

- Maggz: Lock the door, yo. - I got you.

[ knocking on door ]

[ knocking continues ]

Who is it?

It's Tai.

What's up?

What's good, nigga?

Oh, shit.

So what's up, my nigga?

You sounded a little shook over the phone.

Shook? Who's shook? Never, nigga.

Tsk, whatever, nigga. What's good?

Ain't shit. Yo, the other day when we was chillin',

you stayed in front of the building

or you went home right after?

Nigga, why would I chill outside over here doley?

The bottle I had was gone

your drunk ass went in the crib, so I skated.

What's up with all these questions, "Inspector Gadget"?

Because when I went upstairs, I forgot to grab my rat

from where I stashed it at.

Oh, word?

You did run upstairs kinda fast.

You came back downstairs to grab that shit, though, right?

I was upstairs for about a hour--

damn near fell asleep.

Then I realized I left it, threw my clothes back on,

I ran downstairs to where I stashed it at,

- and the shit wasn't there. - What? Are you serious?

Damn, my nigga.

Somebody came off with your hammer?

How many times you gonna get robbed?

I didn't get robbed, my nigga.

But that's my only hammer.

I can't be out here with nothin'.

They got me out here butt-ass naked.

Chill, my nigga. You good.

You needed to slow down on all that robbery shit anyway, "Billy the Kid."

Man, fuck the robberies. This nigga Leon

came out here the other day with some other nigga.

- Okay, so? - So?

These niggas was creepin' across the street.

I caught them ducking behind cars.

- Who you mean "them"? - Leon and some other nigga.

What the fuck was they creepin' for?

Whoever the fuck Leon was with

just started dumping shots at me.

- Get the fuck out of here! - That's my word.

How your crippled ass get away?

I peeped it from the gate.

Good thing I did, because my "crippled ass" hauled ass.

By the time I got to the building, son started bustin' at me.

I'm just tight I didn't have my rat on me so I could bust back.

There's too much shit goin' on out here for me not to have no rat, though.

Damn, my nigga! Leon on it like that?

Well, you did let off at that nigga first, though.

I guess he wasn't too happy about that shit.

Man, fuck that nigga Leon.

He lucky I didn't have my hands on a hammer

because we really woulda been goin' at it.

Shooter motherfucking Shane!

You a ill nigga.

You better handle yours, homie.

That nigga probably came here

with one of them little Brownsville niggas.

I don't give a fuck who he came through here with.

I need to get my hands on a blicky

because the next time they try to slide through here,

it's gonna be a problem.

But, yo, let's get up out of here, man, before my aunt come in here

- and busts my ass for having company. - All right.

Oh, shit.

All right, my nigga.

[ door bolt clicks ]

- Hey, you! - Hey, how are you?

- Mel, right? - Oh, you remembered.

Come on, Mel. How I'ma forget?

- Yo, how've you been? - Good.

Just trying to make a dollar like everyone else.

So did you get to meet up with Leon again?

Oh, yeah, we saw each other.

I even got gift cards from him.

Did they actually have money?

'Cause you know, he be on some real bullshit sometimes.

Nah, everything was straight, man.

- Y'all still work together? - Yeah, why?

No reason.

I'ma actually ask you everything

except the question I really wanna ask you.

And what could that possibly be?

Can I have your phone number?

I don't even know your name.

I'm sorry for bein' so rude. My name's Shane.

Okay, now that I have your name,

I guess you could have my number.

But, yo, don't let Leon know about this

because I think he likes you and I don't want him finding out about it.

Leon doesn't like me, but I don't want any problems

so, um, I won't mention it.

All right, Mel.

- I'ma call you, all right? - All right.

- Nice seeing you. - Mel: Likewise.

- All right. - Mel: Take care.

Ah, shit.

[ doorbell chimes ]

Who is it?

Man: I have a delivery for Marcus James.

- Who? - Marcus James.

I have a delivery for Marcus James.

- Are you Marcus James? - Yes.

Oh, okay. I have a delivery for you.

[ doorbell chimes ]

Yo, Kane!

Kane, what up? It's Magic!

Oh, what up, nigga?

Yo, what's good, man?

Motherfuckin' Magic.

- Man, what's good with you, bro? - I'm good, man.

Just came from washing this bitch over here.

Man, you in love with that bitch, man.

That shit lookin' nice, though.

Gotta keep your bitches in check, man.

So what's good with you? How you holdin' up?

Man, shit not looking good, man.

I lost my job, nothing's hiring,

my baby moms is whiling,

plus this nigga Mis-- yo, matter of fact,

yo, shit just not looking good, Magic.

Well, you know I got that car lot over there,

so if you know anyone interested in buying cars,

- let me know. - Cars?

Not really. Matter of fact, maybe.

Well, let me know 'cause if you know anyone who wanna buy a car,

I'm always ready to sell

and I'd give you a PC off the top.

"PC"? What's that?

This, nigga. PC. You know, PC, like commission.

When I make the sale, you get a little bit off the top.

Oh, word?

Yeah, I could use the extra bread, man.

I appreciate that. Good looking, yo.

Well, let me know, all right? Just hit me up.

All right, Magic. I appreciate that for real, yo.

Cool.

Leon, what's up, family?

Yo, Tai, man, what's good, man?

You gotta talk fast. I'm not tryin' to be out here like that, man.

What you mean? What's wrong with you?

Yo, you know that shit the other day with Shane?

I wasn't gonna let that shit ride, man.

So I came through his block-- me and my man Gunner.

We almost let that nigga have that shit, man, word up.

- Oh, word? - Yeah, man,

we came through the other night.

That nigga was on the steps of his building.

By the time Gunner let loose, that nigga was already in the building.

Hold up-- but wasn't that nigga on crutches, though?

Man, them shots is a great motivator.

By the time we started shooting,

that nigga turned into a fucking bird, man.

Damn, my nigga.

- Your man missed? - That's what I said.

Like, "Damn, you ain't hit the nigga at least once?"

See? Shit gettin' a little hot out here, my nigga.

You can't be walking around here without no grip now.

Man, Tai, I get fly, man.

Yeah, Leon.

Your pants do be kind of tight.

I don't know if you gonna be able to tuck a grip in them shits,

but I bought you down here

'cause I got somethin' for you.

Yo, Leon, you know that you family

and I just wanna make sure that you good, my nigga.

So I got you this to cover that 450 for that zip of kush.

Man, Tai, you know I don't fuck with no guns like that.

Yeah, Leon,

but you gotta defend yourself.

What if you run into this nigga Shane again?

Matter of fact, give it to your man Gunner.

Maybe he could aim better with that shit.

And this shit is for free?

Well, you don't gotta pay me for it,

but I don't wanna hear anything about me

telling you to get that zip of kush from Shane

or about that .450.

- We good? - Yeah, we good.

I just be looking out like I always do, man.

Be easy, you heard?

Yo. Yo, Gunner. You up, son?

Yo, what's good, fam?

Yo, my man got a burner for sale, son.

[ distorted screaming ]

- This for Capone, motherfucker. - [ gunshot pops ]

[ 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 ♪