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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 ]

Yo, that's the address right here.

So we're trying to see where the nigga lives.

Looking at it.

How many people you think live in there?

It's a big-ass fucking crib.

I'm wondering if that shit is one family

or if that shit is two separate fuckin' apartments.

That's a big-ass house, though.

What time is it?

It's 10:00, man.

Son, we been sitting here for fucking hours.

I ain't seen nobody come out that crib yet.

What the fuck?

So maybe the nigga just got the crib,

but he don't be there like that.

- Think so? - Yeah, but if that's the case--

I mean, I know a lot of niggas with paper

who might have cribs just to stash paper in.

That's true, too.

Fuck it, we just wait till that nigga get here.

I was hoping I'd seen you out here.

- What up, Kane? - Ain't shit, man.

- Can I ask you something? - What up?

[ dog barking ]

Yo, I was wondering if I could borrow a gun.

- What? - I was wondering if I could borrow a gun.

Kane, where is this coming from?

You were just scared to bring my gun to the next building.

Now you're asking me to borrow one?

Son, that's 'cause some shit happened, Shane.

The other day, some dude was shootin' at me.

Who would be shooting at you, Kane?

Never mind. But just 'cause you got a gun

don't mean you got the heart to use it.

I know that, man, but if I did have a gun,

I coulda at least pulled it out

and I could at least scared the nigga.

No, no, no, no.

Don't ever think like that, my nigga.

Listen, if you do manage to get a gun

and you're not ready to use it,

please don't pull it out.

That kind of bluff there could cost you your life.

Yo, I hear what you saying, man,

but do you got a gun I could borrow?

I'm in a bad situation right now as far as guns,

but the way you're thinking,

I don't think a gun is necessarily the best thing for you.

Yo, I'm just trying to protect myself, Shane.

When homie was shooting at me, that shit had me scared, yo.

So? When I asked you to bring the gun to the next building, you were scared.

- Yeah, I was scared. - All right, then.

My nigga, you're a grown-ass man.

You need to start standing up for yourself

and defending yourself with your hands first

before you start talking about these guns.

Yo, I'm just sick and tired of running, man.

It feels like I been running my whole life.

I understand, Kane. But it has way more to do

with the heart that's in your chest

than it will ever have to do

with the piece of steel in your hand.

Man: Yo!

Joe, nice car, man.

Yo, where'd you get this?

I just got it.

You know I got my promotion and all.

You looking good. You looking real good!

Let me go park up.

- All right. - All right.

[ sighs ] Good looking on that advice, though, man.

I really appreciate it.

On second thought, having a gun isn't a bright idea.

Yeah, all right, Kane, man.

Just don't force it.

I won't.

Where this nigga at?

Patience, my nig, patience.

I've done fucking, laid under niggas' cars

for fucking hours waiting for they asses to come home.

Ain't nothing like jumping down on a nigga,

2:00, 3:00 in the fucking morning.

They don't expect that shit.

Nigga pulls up in his fucking car.

All he sees is a fuckin' black hand

on his fucking head getting the fuck out.

[ snickers ] That nigga don't wanna see that shit.

Yo, I remember this shit, right?

[ chuckles ] So me and me-- me and this nigga,

we was watching this nigga and shit.

We watching this nigga, 11:30. I'm in the back yard.

Nigga got one of them fucking driveways

that go behind the house and shit.

And there's a door in the back to get in the crib.

So we watching nigga from, like, 11:30 at night.

I watched nigga come in, I guess nigga just came from shopping.

- He goin' out and shit. - Mm-hmm.

So nigga go in the crib, I watch the nigga go in the crib.

Come back an hour later, he all dressed all different and shit.

Nigga jumps in his car, he skates.

So we sit there, we in the back yard.

We sit in the whip, just laying on this nigga.

So I'm back there from, like, 11:30 till, like, 4:00 in the morning.

- God damn, nigga. - Yo, this nigga roll up,

like, 4:00 in the morning and shit.

Soon as I see, you know--

- I see the lights comin', I know it's him. - Mm-hmm.

'Cause I knew his car. Nigga had a GS 400 and shit.

This was years ago, when the GS 4 was hot.

So the nigga pull up to the fuckin' driveway, he pull in.

So as soon as I see the nigga pulling in, you know,

pullin' the cock back on the hammer, come out the car,

go position myself and shit.

By the time the nigga coming out the car door,

I run up to the car door-- boom.

Put the hammer to the nigga. So I'm like, "Yo, what up?"

- Mm-hmm. - I didn't even know it.

It was the nigga's man that was driving.

Bitch-ass nigga dropped the keys

on the fucking top of the car.

"Oh, my God. I don't live here.

I know who you looking for. He in the passenger side."

- Wow. - I'm like, "Wow, bitch nigga shit."

But anyway... my other man run up,

grab the nigga out the passenger side.

Turns out when we looked,

two broads comin' out the car and shit.

I guess they brought two bitches home or whatever from the club.

- They were about to party? - Yeah.

So we pushed them in the crib or whatever.

So, you know, I'm trying to keep it a hundred--

I tell the shorties, "Yo, look, man, we don't want nothing from you.

We ain't come here for you.

Know what I mean? We came to get what we came to get."

But I'm trying to, like, you know-- I'm trying to mindfuck 'em.

So I'm telling them, like, "Yo this some drama shit, ma.

- Y'all know nothing about this." - "Mind your business."

Yeah. "Let's do what we came to do and we out."

Se poum... run up in the living room.

Niggas is, you know what I'm saying--

them niggas is on the couch in the living room and shit.

So I'm like, "Yo, where the fuck the paper at?"

I hear a commotion down the hall.

I look. So it's the broads and shit.

They're whiling on my man. So I run down the hall

and I'm like, "Yo, mom, I don't want nothin' from you.

Like, let me do what the fuck I came to do."

My nigga, I go back in the living room,

these niggas like, "Shut the fuck up, bitches!

Y'all bugging! Y'all gonna get us killed!"

- Oh, hell no. - So this shit's crazy. So--

- You ain't gonna butt none them niggas? - My nigga, nah, nah.

The niggas were on some chill shit.

I hear the commotion again so now I run down the hall, man.

These broads tryin' to jump my man again.

My nigga, I just grabbed shorty, I start butting her up.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

So I butt her up, like, two, three times.

She dropped to the ground.

So, she's struggling with me, my nigga.

She's like, "What the fuck you gonna do?

What the fuck you gonna do?" So I say fuck it, I get tight.

Bah! I let off a shot.

- You shot that bitch? - Yeah, my nigga.

Word to my mother. So it was crazy, yes.

Now, I'm telling my man, like, "Yo, let's go, man!

This shit is fucked up. I done let off a shot."

It's 4:00 in the morning.

My nigga, when I get to the door, I swear to you,

this bitch jumped up and was like,

- "You missed, motherfucker." - The same bitch you shot?

When I tried to hit the bitch, my nigga,

God was with this bitch 'cause the gun fucking jammed.

- It wasn't her time to go. - The gun jammed, my nigga.

So now I just look and I was like, "You lucky bitch."

Nigga, good story,

but we're gonna miss this faggot nigga if he roll up, man.

- Nah, my eyes is open. - How you shootin' a bitch?

- What's up with you guys? - That's life, nigga.

[ laughing ] And she had that shit coming, yo.

Oh, man.

Yo, where's this nigga at, Rafe?

The fuck you looking at?

What you mean what the fuck I'm looking at?

Oh! What you got for me today, dude?

- Yo, I got nothing, bro. I'm going to work. - You-- what?

Radio announcer: ...you get $5 for each call...

- Yo? - Yo, Rafe!

- Black, what up? - Where you at?

You're gonna love me, man.

Yeah, I'm around. What up?

We need to talk. We need to talk now, my nigga.

Cool, come see me. I'm over here on two-first.

You know where I'm at. Just hit me when you get out here.

All right, bet. Say no more.

Easy.

Female radio announcer: ...you get incredible savings every time you shop.

[ car ignition beeps ]

Kane left?

Yeah, he left soon as you pulled up.

Damn, I had a couple questions for him.

Questions about what?

I ran into Rafe not too long ago.

He had asked me if I had any openings at my job for Kane.

I just wanted to know if he had any customer service experience.

Oh, all right.

But, yo, on another note,

I wanted to talk to you about something.

- And I spoke to Miz, too. - Oh, yeah? How'd it go?

Nah, he was real calm about the whole situation.

He was just tight that I was dodging his calls.

Hate to say I told you so, but I did tell you to call him.

Nah, you told me so, but he said something

that just keeps fucking with me, man,

and I can't get it off my mind.

- What'd he say? - He said

obviously who robbed me

knew where I was goin' and what I had on me.

So what you saying, that you got set up?

- That's how he feels. - Who set you up, though?

I don't know.

He asked who knew that I was coming to get work from him

and I only could think of one person.

- And who's that? - Tai.

But Tai wouldn't do that, man.

- Would he? - Tai's be on some bullshit,

but I don't think his BS will stretch far enough

to set you up to get robbed.

- That's OD. - That's what I was saying.

I know Tai be on some jealousy bullshit,

but come on, man.

And after Miz said that,

I just can't stop thinking about that.

The most I could say is keep your eyes open.

Although, I don't think he would go that far.

But you can't put nothing past these people these days.

Ah, you're right, man. I definitely got my eyes open.

Well, come on, yo.

Yo.

Yeah. Yo, I'm here, yo.

All right. Bye.

[ sighs ] Let's see what this nigga got to tell.

I hope he got some good fucking news.

- My nigga Rafe. - What up, Black?

- Why you soundin' so excited? - Oh, man,

I got something serious for you, Rafe.

Yeah? The way you soundin', like you got the entire bank.

- Something like that. - Something like that?

- What you mean, exactly? - Yo, I linked up with this dude

that works for this armored truck company.

- Armored truck? - Yeah, my nigga.

- Armored truck. - So who's this?

Yo, some dude I used to go to school with back in the days.

I ain't seen him in years.

And we linked up with each other last week.

And when I bought a couple of drinks,

come to find out he's an armed guard, security.

- I don't know, Black. - What you mean?

What I mean is you ain't seen this dude since high school, man.

You don't know where he's been or what he's done

since the last time y'all fucked with each other.

Well, I haven't brought it up to him yet,

but last time we was with each other,

he just kept putting it out there.

Like, the armored truck could really get hit up.

He says, a lot of cracks in the system.

And he was making it look like it could easily get got

and niggas could get away, man.

Sounds to me like he was throwin' that shit up in the air

- hoping that you'd catch it. - That's what I was saying,

but I haven't spoken yet 'cause I know how funny you could be.

Man, you call it "funny" if you want, man.

I call that shit "being safe."

The truth is the majority of these niggas out here are rats, Black.

You can't be so quick to jump out the window over some bread.

Not every money's good money, man.

I feel you. What you want me to do?

Honestly, I don't know. I don't know, homie.

Yeah, I was about to ask you if you wanted to meet homie,

but I already know what's the answer to that question.

I'm sure you do, man.

The truth is, right now I'm skeptical.

A situation as serious as an armored truck?

Yo, everything got to be right--

before and after.

I don't know right now, Black.

Well, I'm gonna keep in touch with homie.

If he throw it out there, what you want me to say?

If he asks you straight up, man, tell him that you interested.

But tell him that you never did this shit before.

You could tell him that, yeah, you wanna make that bread,

but you don't know nobody off the top of your head.

Tell him you'll look into it, man.

And you keep me posted.

All right, but, yo,

I don't think we should let this go, Rafe.

This is the one. But you quarterbacking it,

- it's all on you. - Say no more.

- All right, man. - Get that info.

I got you.

- Hey, yo! - What's up?

Oh!

All right, I'ma see you.

I'ma while your shit. You don't respect your jaw.

Get the fuck out of here, man.

All right.

Ah, man.

If only this fucking nigga didn't know I didn't have my gun...

I'm in trouble.

- Yo. - Yo, what up?

You don't wanna know what that thing was about?

Man, I ain't even concerned with what that shit was about, man.

The fact of the matter is you needed the favor and I got you.

That favor was a favor.

Nigga, I figured that much when I heard you send that message.

- So what, you're for hire now, Miz? - Hell, no!

My connect asked me for a favor.

You know you can't turn that down when that occur.

Yeah, I get it, man. That shit puts you in a more favorable position.

But what happens when this nigga

gets into the habit of asking for these "favors"?

- Then what? - Then I'm gonna tell him I can't do him the favor.

And you think he gonna be all right with that?

You don't think that he won't take that shit as no type of disrespect?

Yo, people in hot positions get very set in their ways, man,

and usually retaliate in some type of way when things change.

Yo, have you ever known me to be afraid, Rafe?

Fuck no, nigga.

All challenges are welcome.

That's why I fucks with you.

Me and you, we one and the same.

Exactly. I'll cross that bridge

if and when I get there, my nigga.

[ scoffs ] And this path

seems definitely like a road to motherfucking hell, man.

But just make sure that there's room for me

in that car when that time comes.

My motherfucking nigga.

Loyalty before life, man.

But, yo, there was something else I had to tell you, too.

What happened?

Yo, this nigga Black hollered at me.

- What he talkin' about? - Man, you know this nigga Black, man.

This nigga called me all excited and shit.

Man, you know if Black called you being all excited,

that mean that nigga trying to cook up something big.

- A big fish. - Man, more like a motherfucking whale.

- What you talkin' about? - Armored truck.

Armored truck? Say word, he got the link to that?

Yes and no, man.

An old friend of his is a guard.

They just reconnected and shit

and he said homie keep throwin' that shit up in the air,

but Black ain't really catching it 'cause he's waiting

to find out if we with it.

- Who's his homie? - Some nigga he went to school with, man.

- I don't know, my nigga. - Yo, I'm way ahead of you.

I already told him I'm not comfortable about the whole situation

'cause he ain't seen this nigga in years.

Exactly. We don't know what that nigga's been up to

- and what he's been doing. - Yo, I told him what to do.

I said feel out the situation

and see where this shit leads, man.

I'd love to hit that motherfucking score, but safety first.

My nigga, who wouldn't love to touch that?

I know there's a lot of bread in there,

but what's the purpose of touching a bread

just to give the money back to the police?

That's exactly what I'm saying.

- But, yo, let's go see this nigga. - All right.

[ woman speaking faintly ]

- Rafe. - Oh, shit, B.

- What up, my nig? - What up, man?

- Ain't shit, my dude. What about you? - I'm good, man.

Yo, I got some shit I'm working on.

- Oh, yeah? - I ain't really got it together yet,

but as soon as I get that shit popping, I'm on you.

Say no more. Hit my jack, my nigga.

- No doubt. - All right? We're gonna get up.

- No doubt. - All right.

[ faint car horn honks ]

What's up? Talk fast, I have to run.

Yo, Miz, I got myself into a jam.

Another one? Shane, what the fuck?

Nah, my nigga, it's not like that,

but I'm gonna need you to hold me down on something.

Well, my nigga, we ain't speak on how you're gonna make up for what you lost.

I don't want much, but you're gonna pay me the cost,

so that way you'll learn to always have that thing with you.

Nah, but that's the favor I'm about to ask you for.

- What's the favor about? - I lost my ratchet.

How the fuck do you lose your ratchet?

You toss it? Police ran up on you? What?

Nah, I was in front of the building.

This nigga Tai told me the boys jumped out on him twice for the day.

So he told me to stash it. I stashed it.

We was drinking some Hen. I was feeling nice.

I went upstairs and then I forgot to get my ratchet.

When I came back downstairs, it was gone!

Yo, why does this nigga Tai's name always come up

any time bullshit happens to you?

So what you gonna tell me? Tai stole my ratchet, too?

Like I said, that's your man.

- Only time will tell. - But anyway, man,

I got drama with this dude named Leon

from fucking Brownsville.

And now I'm out here with nothing to defend myself.

- Yo, there been any gunplay? - Yeah.

I blew at him and he brought some nigga out here to blow back at me.

Nothing connected, but that line's already crossed.

Man, you out here naked?

Sucks to be you. How do you even come outside?

I be on my Ps and Qs.

My nigga, you already know anything I let you hold

probably got a body on it or I hit somebody,

so you get caught with it, that's on you.

My nigga, you really gotta tell me that?

Well, I know I ain't gotta tell you that, but only a foul nigga

would hand his man a ratchet and not tell its history.

Right now I only got one joint on me

and I can't give you that, my nigga.

I won't even cross the street without my ratchet.

I'ma come back later and drop that off to you.

I'm saying, though, can you get me, like,

a nine or a fever? Don't bring me no pea shooter, my nigga.

Nah, beggars wanna be choosy too, huh?

Fuck around, I'll bring you a Dillinger or a deuce deuce, little nigga.

- Stop playing with me. - Come on, Miz.

16 or better, Miz. I know how you do.

I hear you, little nigga. I'ma see you later.

Cool.

[ child babbling ]

[ muttering ]

Shit.

[ sighs, winces ]

This is fuckin' me up.

Ah, shit!

Agh!

[ mutters ]

Oh, shit! My fucking blicks.

Get that shit.

Agh! Fuck--!

Fucking go get this-- [ winces ]

damn, my fucking blicks, son.

Man, go to the store. Fuck it, fuck, I should be good.

I should be good.

[ coughs ]

G: All right, that's it right here.

Real thing, we'll pop off the bumba-head inna dogs.

Real now, General.

This the same space we see the boy last time, right?

Yeah, man. The grab-up thing never shoulda gone inna still dog.

- We should have just bust off him head. - Mm-hmm.

I try to deal with the thing different, daadie.

- Boy soon come home. - Yeah, man.

Can't stay out too long.

G: As I'm fire that gun again,

I don't let them down, trust me.

Yo, what the fuck--!

Agh. Yo.

It looks like those fuckin' dread niggas, son.

Nah.

That's them fucking dread niggas, son.

Get the fuck out of here, son.

Fuckin' left my blicks upstairs too, son.

Damn, son.

Fuck! [ groans ]

Fuck, son.

We'll wanna deal with that,

but the next dude still we need to find is Miz.

- We gotta find out who that. - Yeah.

They said he looked like a red-faced warrior.

the one who fired the shot. I heard that.

Oh, shit. What up, my Miz?

- What up? - Yo, I ain't good for a pound, my nigga?

- Homie, what up? - Same shit.

- Yo, you spoke to this nigga Shane recently? - Why does it concern you?

Nah, 'cause I was chillin' with the nigga the other day and shit.

I seen you on his phone, the nigga was igging your shit,

sending your shit straight to voicemail. And I'm, like,

I wasn't jacking that shit, and I'm like,

yo, I know you be kicking that nigga work and shit,

so I'm like, I hope he not duckin' you.

- And if he is, why do you care? - I just respect your grind, my nigga.

Yo, first of all, I'm not your nigga.

If it wasn't for Shane, you wouldn't even be speakin' to me right now.

I hear you. But I just hate to see niggas get the runaround

especially a nigga like you

that been doin' good business with him.

Yo, why you telling me this?

Ain't Shane supposed to be your man?

Sound to me like you trying to throw him under the bus.

Nah, not at all.

But a nigga in the situation like what he going through,

he needed to make wiser decisions.

A nigga that makes decisions like that

ain't really the type of nigga

- you need to be doing business with. - So what you tellin' me?

You're the type of nigga I should be doing business with?

Nah, I can't tell a nigga who he need to be doin' business with,

but I know if I was getting fronted some work,

that nigga's paper would be live and direct, each go-around.

None of that sending nigga's calls to voicemail shit.

Yo, I'm not the nigga that's fronting you.

So no matter how "live and direct" that paper would be,

it's none of my concern.

I hear you, boss. I was just saying.

Yo, my nigga, are you done, 'cause I ain't got no time for games.

Yeah, I'm good.

[ snickers ]

Pshh! Fucking fuckboys still right in front of my fucking building, son.

And I fucking forgot my blicks, man.

Damn, son. I'm about to make Miz come through

and "Swiss cheese" these niggas right fuckin' now.

Watch. [ winces ]

[ mutters ] Fuck...

[ shrill alarm blaring ]

Fuck.

[ alarm stops ]

[ mutters ] Fuck with these...

My fucking leg, son.

Yo, yo, my nigga.

Listen, man. Them motherfuckin' dread niggas

are in front of my fuckin' building, my nigga.

Listen, I went to go to the store to get some fronto, my nigga.

I can't go back right there right now, my nigga.

I don't got my blicks on me. I left that shit upstairs.

My nigga, you gotta come right now. I'm around the corner though.

I'm by that building right across the street from my building

on the corner, my nigga.

330, my nigga. Building 330.

My nigga, come right now. They in front of my building, my nigga.

Come Swiss cheese these niggas, my nigga. I'm right here, my nigga.

Just call me when you close, nigga, or text me.

I'm here. All right.

All right.

[ alarm blaring ]

Yo, them niggas still in front of your fuckin' building.

- What happened? - Them fuckboys still in front of my building?

- Yeah. - My nigga, I left my fucking blicks upstairs.

I went to the store to get some fronto, my nigga.

My nigga, how are you forgetting your gun, nigga?

- You know what time it is. - I fuckin' bugged out, Miz.

My fucking fault, my nigga, you know.

Listen, they're still in front of my building, though?

Yo, nigga, we ain't got time for that.

- We gotta go handle that right now. - That's it. Let's go.

All right.

Fucking blow that nigga, fuck.

- Got that 16 with you, nigga? - [ alarm blares ]

Know what, my nigga? Stay right here, my nigga.

When I spin the corner, just open the door for me.

- I'ma hold the door for you. - Yeah. Be right back.

- Swiss them niggas, Miz. - I got this.

Yo.

Fuck!

Yo, Rafe?

Let me holler at you real quick?

- Yo, who that? - Shane.

Yo, what up?

Yo, I just wanted to tell you, good lookin'.

I hollered at Miz and I was buggin' over nothing.

It ain't no thing, man.

I'm actually glad you took my advice.

You may think I don't know, man,

but I know you ain't never been too fond of me, man.

But all I can tell you is, yo, it's a thin line

between an old man talking shit

and an old G spitting jewels.

And that line is actually respect.

You need to have some respect, young man.

At the end of the day,

in this world that we live in,

respect will always get you much further than disrespect.

Always remember that.

And with that, I'm gone.

All right? Be good.

[ 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 ♪