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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 ♪

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