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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, what's up?
- You tell me.

- Ain't shit, man.
I'm out here.
- You out here?

I'm hearing that niggas
is gunning for your
fuckin' head

- and you don't put me on, Miz?
- Niggas gunnin' for me?

You know something
I don't know, Rafe?

Yo, your man Maggz
hit me the other day,

talking about he needed
to holler at me.

I go see this nigga,
this nigga come down
the stairs,

limping and shit,
talking about he got hit

by some Jamaican niggas
over that work that me
and you put in at the park.

It's a small thing,
my nigga.

Them niggas shoot
and we shoot back.

I don't gotta tell you.
You know the drill.

I know the drill,
but how the fuck you not
gonna put me on, Miz?

Rafe, you did me
that favor,

but that had nothin'
to do with you

so I wasn't gonna
pull you in into it.

- You did enough!
- Maggz is talking
about this shit is war.

Nigga's saying points
is getting scored left
and right all over the place.

Man, them niggas
fucking took Tes down.

I scored one
on one of their homies.

Them niggas be
creeping through the hood,
trying to catch us slipping.

- So what up?
- What you mean?

What do I mean?
What up, nigga?

What you wanna do?
We gonna handle this or what?

Yo, the situation
is being handled, Rafe.

You can rest easy,
my nigga.

Yo, my nigga,
don't let this shit
drag, Miz.

War is war, man,
and the longer the war,
the more the casualties.

I got this,
my nigga.

So that's
what all this is for?

Yo, Maggz said
this shit was war.

We good, Rafe.
We good.

Rafe:
This nigga, man.

[ siren wails ]

Yo, Cindy!

What do you
want, Kane?

Yo, Cindy,
how's my daughter, man?

Tsk.
[ sighs ]

If you cared to know,
then you would know.

Yo, how's
my daughter, Cindy?

She's fine, Kane,
no thanks to you.

Why are you
stopping me?

- You got something for me?
- Yo, I'm getting tired
of this, Cindy.

It's been months since
I've seen my daughter.

I know she misses
her father.

What is there
to miss?

What do you mean
what is there to miss?

Money is not
everything, Cindy.

Love don't put food
in my child's stomach.

Love don't put clothes
on her back.

So please, spare me
the "I love my daughter"
speech, Kane.

Truth is, I'm doing
both our jobs.

Yo, nah,
that's not true, man.

I support my daughter.
It might not be enough
for you,

but I do what I can.
I would starve
for my daughter.

I ain't gotten a dollar
from you in two weeks!

I don't
know what to do
anymore, Cindy.

I know
what you should do.

What you need to do
is get a job,

take care of your
responsibilities,

and get your life.
I'm tired of this
shit, Kane.

Yo, what do you
want from me?

What the fuck
do you want from me?

- Who the hell do you
think you're talking to?
- I'm talking to you, Cindy.

I'm really getting tired
of this shit.

Yo.

This is exactly
why I don't bring
my daughter around you.

What, this is
how you think--

this is how she's
supposed to act?

This is how she's
supposed to let guys
treat her?

Yo, what are you
talking about?

You think I'm gonna
let her be around you,
acting like this?

Tsk.
You know what?

I'm not gonna stand here
and be disrespected, Kane.

I don't need this shit.
I'm done.

Are you
fucking serious?

[ siren wails ]

[ man laughing ]

- Gunner, what up?
- Yo, what's good, Leon?

Yo, I'm still holding
onto that ratchet, man.

You trying to cop it
or what?

If not, I'm gonna give it
back to my man.

Nah, I want that.
As a matter of fact,
where you at?

I'm nowhere close
to the 'Ville.

I'm at Flatbush
right now.

Cool, meet me
at Bedford and Tilden
at the barber shop.

I got the bread.
It's a nine, right?

- Yeah, it's a nine.
- It's got shells, right?

Nah, yo.
The clip is empty.

Damn, Leon,
nigga ain't good
for a full clip?

Fuck it, just meet me
over there, man.

- It's 500.
- I know the price,
Leon. Man, fuck it.

All right.

[ woman talking ]

Gimme the pink rosé.

Yo, I wanted to talk
to you real quick, man.

- What's up?
- Yo, I was doing
some thinking

about what you said
the other day.

What I said?
What'd I say?

You said that I was
choosin' to be in
these bad situations

by deciding
to involve myself
in the way you're livin'.

I mean,
it's the truth, Kane.

All decisions come
with responsibilities.

There are consequences
to all actions.

Yeah, yeah.
I know, you right,

but, I mean,
after thinking about it
over and over again,

I'm still 100% in, man,
and I'm not tryin'
to turn back.

There's no jobs hirin',
and things is gettin'
worse by the day

and quite frankly, Rafe,
I just feel like it's time
for me to man up.

Yo, these are dangerous
waters that you're tryin'
to play in, Kane.

I'm not gonna be here
to be a crutch for you
on every single situation.

The time is comin'
for you to man up

and hold your own
on these streets.

Just understand
that the deeper that
you go into this pool,

the better a swimmer
you're gonna have to
learn to be.

Yeah, I know, Rafe,
but, I mean,

besides getting shot
the other day,

the following day,
this nigga Mister
came back

and started fuckin'
with me again.

Yo, I don't even
wanna hear about Mister.

I done spoke to you
about that dude
a million times, Kane.

Nah, nah, nah,
listen, Rafe.

The nigga Mister,
comes to fuck with me,

but I happened to be
in front of Shane's
building.

And Shane happened
to see that shit.

Shane came over,
him and Mister started
exchanging words,

and then this nigga Shane,
for some reason, pulled
out a gun on Mister.

So Mister's like
"Oh-hh! The next time
I see the two of y'all,

I got something
for both of ya."

I'm standing there
looking at Shane like,

"Yo, what the fuck
are you doin'?"

Yo, I'm not one
for pulling out guns
on people that scare them, man.

There's a line
that crossed

whenever you pull out
a weapon.

It's you basically stating
that every and anything goes.

I mean, I guess Shane
did what felt that he had to
to hold his own.

But Shane jumping
to your rescue though,

since when you and him
are so tight?

Man, it happened
the other day.

I was walking
by his building
the day he got shot.

He wanted me
to bring the gun
to his building.

Although I was scared,
I still did it for him.

I guess we've
been cool since then.

Oh, so you
held him down?

Yeah, I guess,
but back to that nigga
Mister, man.

What if he comes
back with a gun?

Like, I had a hard
time defending myself
with no weapons involved.

What am I
supposed to do now?
That's why I'm here now.

I wanted to know
if you had a gun
to spare.

I asked Shane,
but Shane said
he's fresh out.

A gun, Kane?

Yo, you got to be
kidding me, man.

You need to slow down.
You can't even stand
on you're own two

and you're sitting here
asking me for gun?

Come on, man.

Yo, I'm dead serious
this time, Rafe.

I know
I ain't no thug
and I know

as far as street shit
I got a lot to learn.

But I also know
as a man you have
to make your decisions

and learn
from the outcome.

And I'm ready
to protect myself
by any means, Rafe.

I got shot at
the other day, Rafe.

That's how
my brother died,
remember?

Your best friend?
He got shot.

Of course
I remember, man.
Bless the dead.

But you're not ready
for that, Kane.

You don't even know
the first thing about a gun.

Guns don't solve
anything.

If you don't
know what you doin',
a gun will bring you death

much quicker
than it will ever
bring you life.

I mean, that's
what I got you for.

If my big bro was here,
he would be teaching me
these things.

Dub would not
be letting you go
nowhere near no guns, man,

and he would not
be introducing you
to this life.

And the truth is
if I had a choice,

I wouldn't
be nowhere near
no gun either, man.

But there's things
that I've done in my life

that I'll forever
be paying consequences for.

When you kill a man,
his soul is ridin'
your back, Kane.

You kid yourself
and you convince yourself

that the Lord understands,
but the truth is,

yo, you don't want
no parts of that, man.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
who said I wanted
to kill anybody, Rafe?

Yo, do you hear
yourself?

What do you think
that guns are for, Kane?

Granted, guns
are for defense
and not offense,

but what do you think
is gonna happen

when you choose
to defend yourself?

I mean, even if
you don't give your
opposer a fatal shot,

what do you think
is gonna happen?

You don't think
they're gonna come back?

You think that they're
going to take being shot
in stride

and just, what,
go on with their lives?

Man, I didn't give it
that much thought, man,

but like I said, that's
what I'm here for, man.

Let me ask you something,
do you rather me get shot
or I do the shootin'?

Spanish homie
already know who I am.

It's too late
to quit now.

When am I supposed
to do the next time
I bump into him?

Tell him,
"Yo, I quit
the street life"?

The funny thing
about it is

you're actually
kind of makin' sense,

but I can't
do it, Kane.

I'm not puttin'
no fuckin' gun
in your hand, man.

Here we go again, man.
And I'm still waitin'
to make money

off the "lick"
you promised me.

Yo, Rafe,
listen, man.

I respect you
and I look up you,

that's why
I came to you first.

But if you're not
tryin' to help me
in this situation, man,

I will go elsewhere, man.
But, yo, I'ma holler
at you, man.

- Hold up.
- TV reporter: In other news,
in New York City today,

a grand jury has decided
not to indict a New York
City police officer

in the death
of Eric Garner.

In July, the police officer
put Garner in a chokehold

after Garner resisted arrest
for selling loose cigarettes
in Staten Island.

Despite the use
of the chokehold
being made illegal

in many police departments
across the country,

the grand jury
ruled that there was
not enough evidence

to bring an indictment
in this case.

Fuck, man!

Yo, I don't even know
how the fuck that's
possible.

Like, how do they
not get indicted?

That shit
was on tape.

The man had his hands
in the air the whole time

saying he
could not breathe.

Yo, people
don't understand, Kane.

We have to become
the change that we're
looking for.

What do you mean,
Rafe?

What I mean is
as black people
in America, man,

we'll always be visitors
in someone else's home.

We cannot claim
what is not ours,

but what we can do
is gain their respect.

No matter how much authority
someone has over someone,

people do not mistreat
those that they respect.

So what you're saying is
they don't respect us?

Yo, we lost our respect
a very long time ago
during slavery

and we have yet
to win it back.

Because of our own actions,
they still look at us
as animals.

I mean, don't
get me wrong, man,
because of the way I live,

I'm guilty of it, too,
but you cannot place me
in the jungle

and not expect me
to be wild.

They need to rename
Martin Luther King's
"I have a dream" speech

from "I have a dream"
to "Still fucking
dreaming," man,

because that day
that he spoke about
has still yet to come.

Some bullshit, man.

First Mike Brown,
now Eric Garner.

[ scoffs ]
Some bullshit.

[ knocking on door ]

- What up, frè mwen?
- Rafe: Ain't shit, man.

I was about to dip, man.
You took a minute.

- Yo, this guy's on me, Rafe.
- Who's on you, Black?

Homeboy--
the armored
trucker dude.

- What's he saying?
- Yo, he's gettin' real
particular on this one.

"Particular"?
What you mean
by particular?

[ scoffs ]
Yo, Rafe,

this nigga's coming at me
live and direct.

He's eager to
make this shit happen now.

Yo, over eagerness
isn't always

the best thing
for these situations,
Black.

That's how dudes
get entrapped
by the Feds.

They throw
that bait out there
and what better bait

than bread, my nigga?

Yo, y'all niggas
is hot, Rafe?

Yo, why I got to be hot
for me to worry about
being hot, man?

Prevention is the key
on these streets,

that's how niggas
get burnt, Black.

When it come to the law,
I'm always on defense, man.

Some niggas
let this bread
make them think

that they bigger
than the law

and that be
niggas' downfall.

I feel you, my dude.

Peep this new spin, though.

New spin?
What you mean by that?

So homie works
at a depot over here,

but he's got his peoples
that worked out of the joint
out of ATL,

and he said that food
will be much more easier
to eat, though, man.

- ATL?
- ATL, my nigga.

You willing to make
that move, though?

I stay
on the move, Black,
you know that, man.

I mean, that kinda
changes things,

but at the same time
things still kinda
remain the same.

What do you mean?

I mean, yo,
I'd be more into

taking care
of something like that

out there,
you know what I mean?

Because once we get up
out of Dodge, we gone.

But there's
still the issue

that now there's
one more person involved

that I know
nothing about.

The situation
ain't never gonna be
perfect, Rafe.

There's always
a risk.

Is the reward
worth it?

I mean, shit,
we ain't speak
on no figures,

so I don't know
what it's worth.

He haven't told me anything
as far as numbers,

but I know it's
some serious dough,
my nigga.

Well, I hope so, man.
This ain't no simple
smash and grab.

I know,

but it's gonna be worth it.
Trust me, man.

"It's gonna be
worth it"?

Yo, I hope so, man.

I'm gonna take
your word for it.

Yo, what up,
"Scary Spice"?

Yo, who are you
talking to, man?

I don't see
nobody else standing here

unless you got
a stunt double, nigga.

My name ain't Scary Spice,
but, yo, you seen Shane?

Oh, let me find out.

Niggas hang out
with "Shooter Shane"
for a couple of days

and now you can't even
joke with them no more.

- Nah, I could take a joke, Tai.
- You could take a joke?

I hope you could take a bullet
hanging out with this nigga
Shane and shit.

What?
What you mean
by that?

What you mean
what I mean?

You telling me
you all buddy-buddy
with this nigga

and he ain't tell you
about niggas

trying to knock his top off
in front of his building?

Nah, Shane ain't
tell me all that.

That's foul,
my nigga.

How'd this nigga
got you rolling with him

and he ain't even tell you
you what's liable to occur?

You got to be
on your Ps and Qs

when you're around
this nigga Shane, man.

You never know
where them bullets
might start flying from.

Damn, he's got beef
like that?

Yo, you his mans,
so I know he told you

about niggas
trying to shoot at him.

And I know--
on top of that,

I know-- he had to
tell you about niggas

robbing him
inside his building.

Shane's the type of nigga
that just bring bad luck
wherever he go.

But you're his understudy
so I'ma let you handle
yours, my nigga.

Understudy?
How you figure that?

Tsk. Yo, you out here
risking your freedom

for a nigga that didn't
even care about you
about a week ago.

You holdin' his gun,
it's bad enough you
riskin' your life

by even standin'
next to that nigga.

How me
being around the nigga
could get me killed?

Yo, Kane, them niggas
that's after Shane
is ruthless.

If you're around
and they spin the block
and they gun him down,

you think they wanna
leave witnesses, my nigga?

They're gonna
leave you sprawled out
like the junk man,

right with the boy.

Nah, man,
but I ain't got
nothin' to do with this.

Yo, Kane,
unless your name
is Smith or Weston,

I ain't never seen no bullets
with no names on them,
my nigga.

Nah, man, I already
got enough problems
with this nigga Mister,

I can't have nobody else
looking for me, man.

Yo, Kane, you
and this nigga Mister

is old news,
my nigga.

Everybody in the hood
know about him runnin'
down on you

and taking your bread
every change he get.

Yeah, but the other day
when he try to run down
on me,

the nigga Shane
actually defended me.

He pulled his gun out
on Mister and everything.

He pulled out a gun?

On Mister?

How long ago
was that?

Hmm, not too long ago,

but, anyway,
the nigga Mister's
now talkin' about

he gonna wire my shit
when he see me.

So I know
when we bump heads,
it's gonna to be a problem.

Yo, Shane
my mans and all,

but he the type
to start a problem

and leave you there
to pick up the pieces.

But you said that nigga
pulled out a gun on Mister?

Do you know exactly
when he did that shit?

About a week ago?
I don't know, Tai.

I don't know.
I don't remember.

Yo, whatever, my nigga.
But, yo, Kane,

you can do
whatever you want,

but I'm just trying
to look out for you

'cause I know
you're a good kid, my nigga.

Don't be out here
risking your life
for a nigga

that's trying
to save his shit

and he wouldn't
even pee on you

if you was on fire
a week ago, my nigga.

Damn, Shane ain't
like me like that?

Yo, on some real shit,

I ain't with
all that gossip and shit.

If you're
lookin' for your boy,
I think the nigga upstairs.

Nah, on second thought,
I got some errands
to run, yo.

I'll catch him
another time.

Yeah, you made
the right choice, my nigga.

- Handle yours, all right?
- Good looking, Tai.

[ chuckles ]

But where'd this nigga Shane
get a gun from?

Could've sworn I took
that shit from him, right?

This nigga Leon's really
in fucking Flatbush?

Oh, I'm about to
get this.

[ car horn honking ]

[ gun clicking ]

What the fuck?

Where the fuck
did this nigga get my rat?

Oh, nah.

Yo. Yo, Gunner, dude,
listen son.

Yo, I can't really
come meet you right now

'cause some niggas
fucking blew at me
right now.

Meet me, nigga.
All right.

All right.

- 'Sup, boy?
- It's going,
you know what I mean?

Son, a nigga
just tried to fucking
take my head off.

Take your head off?
Who tried to take
your head off?

The nigga Shane,
the guy I told you
about, man.

Oh, pussy-nigga Shane.
Yeah, what happened, man?

I was walking
up the fucking block,
know what I mean?

- Nigga just started
blowing at me, man.
- Blowing at you for what?

What happened to that hammer
you supposedly have, man?

It had no fucking shells,
so I threw that shit
at that nigga, man.

Threw it at him?
What you threw it
at him for?

What you think, nigga?
No fucking bullets.

Come on, man,
this shit's gotta
come to an end, son.

We gotta go handle this
or something, man, for real.

So you got the rat
on you, nigga?
What the fuck?

All right, what's up, man?
We're out, man.
What's up, man?

- Come on, man.
- Come on, let's go.

Yo, BR,
me no lie, brethren.

And what I'm gonna
tell you,

you're not gonna
wanna hear,

but me not gonna
worry about it now.
Hear me, brethren.

Did you know the boy
that deal with Yardie

come sit amongst us
at the shop?

What?
You tell me
the same dog,

the one
that shoot after,

was sitting
in the barber shop?

Oh, that's
so coincidental. Oh.

All me know say

we didn't pick up
on the thing, brethren,

at the barber shop
when it was going on.

But Fresh let me know,
said he come in there,
brethren,

and he didn't line up,
no haircut, no nothing.

And just push out.

I remember it was
two twos after that

that Yardie get licked
off the corner by Mr. Chin.

Him, I tell you,
I saw him.

It might've been Miz.
He was offed by Miz,
you know?

Have to be, my dog,
have to be.

Too much coincidence
in all this, brethren.

- BR: Yeah, man.
- Me not know him still,

but he will
show himself.

Remember, I said
we can't deal with a thing
we can't see, brethren.

We deal with the thing
the wrong way, brethren.

We have to
deal with the thing
the right way now.

You get me?
No bother with the
"leap up-grab up man" thing.

Ride up on a whole
different strategy.

We have to deal with them
on three levels
we have to rush them,

so they don't know
which part it comes from,

- you get me?
- Yeah, dog.

[ stammering ]
Bumba-- yo, dog--

me tell you,
you see the fool coming,

rush him, man.
Take him out.

Take off
him bloodclot head,
I tell you.

Not even bloodclot
fuck with that.

Yo, it take too long.
I'm going crazy.

It no matter
who connects.

You are gonna be
the one that done him,
brethren.

- You have to deal
with him, brethren.
- Yeah, man. Me no give up.

Fresh:
Rare food for eating.
Me tell you, I ready.

Yeah, man, me with you.
You already know, dog.

If you shoot him,
if you shoot him--
I don't care who shoot him,

just make sure me come up.
I finish him off, hear?

Make sure him get
a mix pack of shot,
brethren.

Yeah, man, I gonna give him
the whole bloodclot clip.

It's for me dog, Yardie.
You already know, dog.

This gully Miz still,
but this little boy,
Maggz...

tonight, that tough
is dead, brethren.

No bagga lou
late thing.

Tonight,
we have to rush that.

We have tried
for too long.

Light can't sit on you,
you get me?

Dog, enough said.
I tell you, dog,

ready for go
over there, son,
you let me know.

After this nice spliff,
yeah, dog, yeah, man.

All right, brethren.
You are gonna deal
with him case wicked.

No matter
if me brush him or Fresh
gives him one brush,

you are gonna deal with him
a way that makes you feel
good in your heart.

Yardie come too far,
daadie, to ship him back
in a wooden box

and nobody no get
touched for that.

Duppy after make,
brethren.

Duppy for duppy,
That's how we deal
with it.

Yo, dog, yo, dog,
I tell you already.

It's either
me go back a Yard

carrying him
or beside him.

Me tell you now.
I swear for God.

You think you come here
for nothing, brethren?

No, son,
me no come here
for nothing.

- No.
- Trust me, brethren.

Somethin' have to give.
Life have to give,
I tell you.

The red-faced boy?
Trust me, brethren.

We'll deal
with him.

- BR: Yo, let we go.
- Fresh: Mm-hmm.

G:
That's word.
Trust me, brethren...

[ Fresh speaking Patois ]

[ BR speaking Patois ]

How the fuck
did this nigga
get my rat, man?

[ faint siren wails ]

[ sighs ]
Yo, that really--

that gotta be my rat,
it has to be.

What the fuck, man?

I know I stashed
my shit.

Damn.

- [ gunshot pops ]
- Mister: Oh!

Oh!

I'ma see you, nigga!

I'ma break
your fucking jaw!

This nigga's not even
fuckin' worth it, man.

- [ Mister yells ]
- Stupid-ass nigga, man.

[ music playing on radio ]

- Miz: What's going on, G?
- How's things?

You already know.
You got that for me?

- Pshh. You know I do.
- What's up? Let me see.

My nigga,
I thought you said
it was brand-new.

- It is.
- So where's the box?

You don't need no box.

What you mean?
It didn't come
with a box?

- It don't need no box, man.
- No shells?

You're coming to get that
for one reason, man,
and one reason only, bro.

But I still want to know
where you got it from.

- Is it clean
or not, my nigga?
- Of course it's clean.

I got it from the source
as I usually do.

- From out here or up top?
- Top.

Top? All right,
say no more.

- How much?
- Same price.

This nigga
right here, man.

You're just
solid with it, huh?
No communication.

Keep it simple, man.

Yo, make sure
that shit clean,
my nigga.

You ain't gotta worry
about that, man.
You know how I play.

- All right, say no more.
- You already know
what it's there for.

Look for some shells
for me, my nigga.
I need some shells.

It's fully loaded, Miz,
for now. I got you.

- All right,
say no more. Be safe.
- All right.

Yo, I wanna turn
that fucking 500
into 5,000.

What the fuck you mean,
know what I mean?
Listen.

I'm about
fucking black people,
know what I mean?

I'm about liberty.
I'm about fucking justice,
know what I mean?

I'm a fucking
freedom fighter,
know what I mean?

I'm trying to fucking save
our fucking race, man.

I'm trying to get
our fucking 40 acres
and a mule back.

You don't
fucking believe me,
know what I mean?

Fuck this shit, man.

- You got me, right?
- Hey, yo, we getting busy
or what, boy?

Man, be quiet,
yo, fuck that,
we got it,

we're getting busy
right now, man.

All right!

Man, I'll call back, man.

Come on, man!

...needs to respect
his fucking jaw, man!

Bitch-ass nigga.

There's too much
fucking going on, man.

[ gunshot pops ]

Shit.

[ gunshots cracking ]

Oh, shit.

[ panting ]

♪ With badmon,
ain't no runnin' ♪

♪ Badmon no wear tight pants
with him gun in ♪

♪ Pussyhole boys,
dem disrespect me done in ♪

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

♪ 'Cause when you fuck
with badmon, ain't
no runnin' ♪

♪ And badmon try
this way ♪

♪ This way often makes
the situation sticky ♪

♪ Trigger finger itchy
if the pussycat them frisky ♪

♪ The outfit buy no bitchy
or no switchy when
we're richy ♪

♪ No play me
like no picnic, or creep,
roll and bone him ♪

♪ Hot toms only moving down
when we done him ♪

♪ Phonin' up the one we play,
homeboy, and we gunnin' ♪

♪ There's another tears
when we shot him,
softly stun him ♪

♪ Start to stun him

♪ With badmon,
ain't no runnin' ♪

♪ Badmon no wear tight pants
with him gun in ♪

♪ Pussyhole boy,
dem disrespect me done in ♪

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

♪ 'Cause when you fuck
with badmon, ain't
no runnin ♪

- [ gunshot pops ]
- ♪ Here man cannot miss me

♪ Wear the Versace
and the gal wanna
kiss me ♪

♪ Pull off in the 'Rari
'cause we're parking up
the Bentley ♪

♪ Pussy them a-premie
'cause me shoe, them
Giuseppe... ♪

[ spits ]
Pussyhole, that was
for my dog, Yardie!

[ music continues ]
♪ Pull a dog on wire
tape gone what was coming ♪

♪ Big AER feel like
somebody's drumming ♪

♪ Real yute up are
with pussy them man
a-hungry ♪

♪ Rip apart your stomach,
with badmon, ain't
no running... ♪

[ 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 ♪