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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 ]

Where's this nigga Joe at, man?

Yo, Joe, you know I'm downstairs, right?

Yo, I'm on my way down now.

All right.

Kane: Yo, where's that "Eject" app I just downloaded?

Heard there's mad shorties on that shit.

Damn, I gotta register, right?

Word, my man snatched something nice on here.

Lemme see what Eject hittin' for.

[ elevator hums ]

Yo.

Hey, Joe. What's up? What's going on?

I'm good, man. Everything good.

I just got off of work. Had a long-ass day.

- What's up, though? - Ain't shit, man.

I called you 'cause I wanted to ask you something.

You just reminded me, I had wanted

to ask you something the day I saw you

but you had left.

Ask me something? What you have to ask me?

As far as work experience.

Do you have any experience in customer service?

I worked in a call center. Does that count?

What was your title there?

Is this an on-the-spot interview?

Nah, just a couple things I needed to know

in order to give you a reference.

Whatever, Joe, but, yo, what's good

with that nigga Shane, man?

What you mean what's good with Shane?

Yo, I'm hearin' some crazy things, man.

I'm hearin' people tryin' to kill him.

He got robbed in his own building.

I'm hearing Shane got a big-ass target on his back

and anyone standing next to him is a target, too.

Well, first off, you know I don't mess with none of that street stuff.

Shane's my boy. I chill with him all the time.

He did tell me about the robbery

and he did tell me that it was random,

but as far as people trying to kill him,

I know nothing about it.

Where you get all this information from, anyway?

Tsk, Tai, man. That nigga Tai told me.

Kane, why are you listening to Tai?

You know he finds joy in scaring the shit out of you.

Yo, so you think he said all that shit to be funny?

He did kinda sound serious.

He a funny individual.

He's cool, but I ain't too crazy about his ways

because he finds everything funny.

Yo, tell me about it. That's like the day Shane got shot.

Me and Shane bumped into him in the building

and this nigga Tai found that shit to be dead funny.

Like, he ain't show not a bit of concern.

That's Tai for you.

But what were you doing with Shane the day he got shot?

Yo, I saw him in the other building, man.

He needed me to bring his gun to his building.

He was bleeding all over the place.

I thought he was gonna die and he needed me.

I can understand you wanted to help him

because he needed you and there's nothing wrong with that.

But don't let nobody pull you into their world.

As far as I knew, you weren't into carrying guns and all that.

Yo, I'm not, Joe, but I learned these streets are a dangerous place

and as a man, you gotta be prepared for anything.

These streets are dangerous, Kane.

That's why they made sidewalks.

Being in these streets is a choice.

Shane chose that for himself and I chose to avoid it.

You have to choose. Don't let nobody choose for you.

Yo, I can't find a job, Joe. What choice do I have?

I'm not tryin' to sit out here and starve, man.

I don't know what it is exactly that you're trying,

but if I'm reading between the lines correctly,

it sounds to me like your mind's already been made up.

I'm just tryin' to be able to feed my daughter.

You know how many people go through months or years of unemployment

and don't turn to these streets, Kane?

I don't know exactly what you're getting yourself into,

but being unemployed isn't an excuse.

You wanna feed your daughter, but what good are you

if you're behind bars?

Joe, what good am I to her broke?

Her mother won't even let me see her

because, financially, I can't give her what she wants.

I'm sorry to hear about your daughter, Kane,

but there are other avenues like court to secure visitation.

Sounds to me you're giving yourself

a bunch of excuses to convince yourself

you're doing the right thing.

Yo, man, it's easy to say that where you're standing, Joe.

You got a job and you don't got a kid.

And you don't got a crazy bitch as a baby mother.

Please don't judge me if you've never walked in my shoes, Joe.

Yeah, you're right. I haven't walked in your shoes.

Because I chose not to. I don't have a kid or a "crazy bitch

as a baby mother" as you eloquently say it.

Yo, don't call her a bitch, man.

That's still the mother of my child. Have some respect.

You right, my fault.

But as I was saying, I wasn't ready for a kid.

Even if I thought I was, I'd rather choose a woman

of her character instead of her beauty.

I have a job because I kept my nose clean and I kept believin'.

Sounds to me you losing faith.

Lose faith? What you talk--

faith in-- yo, you know what, Joe?

Good looking on that advice, man. I'ma holler at you.

[ sighs ]

Salute, my general.

A mad plan ya set for the guy.

Salute to the soldier, them.

Without precise execution,

a plan for attack is nothing but a bagga shot.

Every shot I'm pumpin' in the red-faced boy,

me no see grin him teeth, you know?

We have them pussyhole in a hell of a torment, you know?

We can't celebrate so quick.

That was just one battle in the war. We're soon forward.

Right now, we have to learn and get ready for that--

ready for the retaliating.

Yo, my general, let the man them come.

Let the man them feel the fury of a bad man gone, yo...

Overconfidence is a disadvantage, Fresh.

Learn first about the possibility of what can be,

not the reality where you feel is.

Yo, man, I yearn for touch that boy Miz right now.

To see the blood upon him face, General.

That red-faced boy, him was my repentance for Yardie.

The one Donovan still no get for grin him teeth,

so me know what you feel like, you know?

Only through the thunderous clap of my gun

will we deliver Donovan from that pain, my dog.

So me a-talk, my dog, so me-talk.

You need for set the pussy them soul free

so it can move forward from this, my dog.

Yo, settle now, BR. Easy now, Fresh.

We done mashed the first moves already.

And now are the time for we sit back and learn the opposition.

We have to deal with them thing we know for defend them thing.

We have to rush up on the defense.

And the only way for know the defense

are for study it before we can mash it up.

"Observe"?! How for observe?

We're not made for observe!

G, we're made for perform, participate,

cause bloodclot massacre!

Yo, brethren, a man will shoot nothing, BR, and miss,

then it make no sense him have no gun.

Yo, let the general lead now, BR.

The man are bring us this far.

Far?! How far is this far, Fresh,

when all we've accomplished is an eye for an eye?

Who now call that far?

So you have a problem with the leadership, soldier?

Dog, me no have a problem, General.

Yo, me no have a problem.

Me no have a problem at all. No, sir.

- Me no have a problem. - Yo, BR, just remember,

I say a guard dog what him guard only self,

serve no purpose and have to get put down.

Operate this thing proper not with the ray ray

and try come with the recklessness and come mash up my thing.

Respect, General, respect.

It just me get all crazy, when emotions are involved

when it comes to friends becoming casualties, you know?

- That's all. - The weight of the army,

always falls upon the shoulders of the general king.

But me not gonna tolerate no type of insubordination, you get me?

Yo, patience, now, BR.

The whole what we want is to see the man fall.

But patience is the only way that's gonna get us through.

Don't worry about it.

Yo, playboy, playboy. Yo, look, look.

- What's good? - Leon: Fucking, know what I mean?

- I got these fucking Versace shades. - Are they real?

Yeah, they real! Rick Ross and them be wearing these shits.

- You crazy? Come on, man. - Let me see what you're talking about.

Can't even take them out, you know what I mean? Damn, man.

- Look at this. - I see the case.

Tell me Rick Ross don't wear this shit.

The case is real. These is real!

- Are you crazy? - Serial number and shit?

Everything there, know what I mean? Biggie used to wear these.

Are you crazy?

Look how good them shits look, son.

Look, I got-- you look like that nigga

"Robby Shmurder," know what I mean?

Man, I hope this shit is real.

Look, I got white ones, too. They real, man.

A lot of niggas come through on the street

they say their shit real, they ain't real, man!

They real, man! Come on!

Yo, my nigga where the fuck is my 5,000, my nigga?

Ain't no 5,000 on the gift card, my nigga.

Talking about, "I do this for the culture."

My nigga, stop that fucking Don King speech, my nigga.

Where my bread, my nigga?

Sean, come on. How the shit wasn't good?

Know what I mean? Now, listen, you goin' in the store?

Yeah, I'm going in the store, my nigga.

- Hurry up with this shit, man. - Man, listen, I got cards right here.

I thought you said you were going to the store.

- I got you. - Man: Are you tryin' to sell me this shit?

Hold on now, yo, I got you, man.

- Come on, man. Yeah, come on. - Are you tryin' to sell me this shit?

- Sean: My nigga-- - Just go in the store, let me take care of this.

- I ain't gonna stand this. - I got you, man!

Man, what's up, man?

If we're gonna do that type of business--

Yeah, don't worry, don't worry.

[ man mutters ]

Yo, this-- yo, where the fuck this nigga went, yo?

Gonna have to boom this nigga, son.

Yo, this shit gettin' real crazy, Tai.

What happened, my nigga?

This motherfucker Shane. This nigga be popping out of nowhere, man.

What the fuck happened, my nigga?

Yo, the nigga was shootin' at me.

This nigga got real close this time.

Yo, what happened to that gun I gave you, my nigga?

You ain't pull that shit out? You ain't shoot back?

- What's up? - I had the gun on me, know what I mean?

But it didn't have no fucking bullets.

So I threw it at that nigga, man.

You threw the gun at him, Leon?

What kind of dumb shit you on, my nigga?

I ain't hear no stupid shit like that

in a minute, my nigga. What's good with you?

Yo, I was gonna take the gun to fucking Gunner.

He popped out of nowhere, man, and starting blowing.

I'm lucky I didn't get hit.

Yo, y'all niggas out here whilin' for what, yo?

You and this nigga Shane is buggin'.

What's up with your man Gunner anyway?

Ain't he the same blind nigga that couldn't hit

a crippled nigga in a bucket?

Yeah, man, the same motherfucking nigga

I brung to the block before, know what I mean?

Brung him back, he started blowing at Shane.

He missed. Shane shot him.

- He shot who? - Shane, man, he shot Gunner.

He shot fucking Gunner.

Wait, hold up, my nigga.

Your mans... who name is "Gunner,"

came through the block,

tried to shoot a crippled nigga,

couldn't hit water if he fell out of a boat,

then spun back around a second time,

and then got shot by Shane?

Get the fuck outta here, my nigga!

I'ma need this nigga Gunner's gangsta pass revoked.

And I'ma also need him to get a name change

immediately, my nigga.

Yeah, Tai, I wasn't tryin' to play the block like that.

With Shane coming through shooting niggas and shit,

man, shit is gettin' crazy. Plus, niggas gettin' shot.

I ain't with this shit like that. I'm falling back.

Yo, Leon.

you Omar Epps, my nigga!

You in too deep!

The only way out this shit now

is to shoot your way out, my nigga.

What the fuck, Tai? Damn!

Yo, I'ma come clean, my nigga.

I don't think this gangsta shit is for you, bro.

You out here throwing guns at niggas and shit,

doing all this dumb shit.

But your man Gunner, I know he not

gonna let this nigga Shane get away

with puttin' a cap in his ass.

Yeah, man, I'm gonna see Gunner, man.

I haven't spoke to him since he got out the hospital.

How he doin', though? He good?

Yeah, he good, man.

He said it went in and went out, man.

Yo, Shooter Shane got y'all niggas shook, my nigga.

Bad enough he got you scared to come through the block,

now you lettin' this nigga get away with puttin' holes

in y'all niggas and shit.

I thought y'all niggas was from the 'Ville.

What happened?

Nah, man, he's gonna get his. Trust me, man.

I just spoke to Gunner, know what I mean?

We gonna get more niggas.

Watch, then he gonna get his.

[ chuckles ] All right, my nigga,

'cause shit ain't looking real right right now for y'all niggas.

But tell your man Gunner I said drink some tea.

It'll be okay.

That shit went in and out, my nigga.

- What kind of tea, Tai? - What, my nigga?

Don't even worry about that shit.

But y'all niggas better handle yours

because this nigga Shane is on the warpath.

This nigga's giving fucking bullets out like fliers.

Anybody that passed him is getting one.

Man, fuck that nigga, Tai.

I'm the zoe guard.

I'm gonna zoe that nigga's life, man.

- Watch. - You better handle yours, my nigga.

I'll holler.

- What's good, Miz? - Ain't shit, my nigga.

I know you got that drama out here.

I don't know how you playin' it,

but, yo, I need to know if you ready

to get that ball rolling,

so we can get back to us and you can pay that debt off.

What you mean you don't know how I'm playin' it?

I'm sayin' I don't know if niggas got you scared,

I don't know if you hibernating, "Yogi Bear."

You ain't serious, Miz.

You know me way better than that.

Matter of fact, them Brownsville niggas came out here the other day

and I put that fever to work.

Yeah, you put that fever to work, but did you hit anything?

Yeah, I hit something. Nigga had to pick up at least one.

I think I hit the nigga in the shoulder,

but I know I hit him, and that's a fact.

Okay, that's good to see you walking my dog.

Let it bark at motherfuckers.

Let it exercise, my nigga.

That shit wasn't made to be in the house.

Nah, she definitely did me justice, Miz.

Okay, so you still didn't answer my question, though.

You ready to get that ball rollin'

or it's too hot out here for you?

I'm not letting nobody stop me from getting this paper.

I'ma just have to strap up and go about my life.

If they come back, I'm just gonna have to deal with it.

Yo, them niggas been sliding through, my nigga.

And nothing ever connected.

If somebody got touched like you said,

this shit's about to go up another notch.

You could expect to see them niggas.

I can't tell you when.

Unless them niggas was frontin',

one of them niggas gettin' hit might back them off,

but expect to see them niggas again.

Speaking of these niggas, peep this shit.

The drama happened the other night.

I'm comin' out of McDonald's on Flatbush and Snyder.

I seen the main nigga that I was blowing at.

So now I'm creeping up on him so I can get a good shot.

Now I let one off,

the nigga turns around, he backs out.

He clicks twice, but nothin' happened.

- What, his hammer jammed? - No, his gun ain't jammed.

The nigga clicked twice then the nigga threw the gun at me!

Yo, what the fuck you talkin' about, Shane?

[ laughs ] Nigga threw his gun at me.

Yo, what type of weird-ass niggas you got drama with?

- Who does that? - But, listen.

So the nigga throws his gun at me, I dodge it.

When I go to dodge it, the nigga takes off.

So now I chase after him.

I couldn't catch him, so I got back to where he threw the gun at.

- Did you find it? - Yeah, I found it.

Okay, so you got something new now.

- Was it somethin' nice? - I'm not bugging,

- but, Miz, that's my gun. - How you figure that's your ratchet?

Miz, that's the same ratchet I told you I stashed

and when I went back it was missing.

Yo, Shane, you're not the only nigga in the world who had that knob, my nigga.

Miz, that's my ratchet. I only had one gun.

I know my gun well.

So how the fuck did homie get your ratchet?

I don't know, man. I gotta figure this out.

I gotta get to the bottom of this.

Stay away from these niggas, man.

- I'ma holler at you. - All right.

Yo, what the fuck is your problem?

What the fuck is my problem?

You're my problem, Damon!

How many times I gotta tell you?

Call me Choppa!

- See-- - Keep fuckin' playin' with me, Shay.

See, this is exactly the shit that I'm talkin' about.

We don't go nowhere. All we do is sit in your house and fuck.

- I can't even call you by your motherfuckin' name. - The fuck you want from me?

[ silent ]

That is not Shay.

Are you freaking kidding me?

Shay and Damon?

What do I want from you?

What does it sound like I want from you, Damon?

I want you to treat me like I'm not no side chick.

I've been playing the second fiddle

with you and that connivin'-ass chick Jessica,

but once she left, I thought me and you

would be able to have somethin' together.

Man, what the fuck is you talkin' about?

I ain't never made you no promises.

You know I love that girl.

I'm not gonna lie, you opened my eyes to a lot of her bullshit,

but a nigga's still tryin' to get over that.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Get over what?

A trifling-ass chick that's supposed to be with you,

but up in other niggas' faces?

You sound stupid right now.

Man, who the fuck you calling stupid?

Man, watch your mouth.

Watch how you talk to me, Shay.

You hear me?

Look, I'm sorry, Damon, all right?

I just hate to see you hurt.

It makes me angry.

Here you are talkin' about you can't

get over this connivin'-ass chick

when clearly, she over you.

She already up under some other nigga.

- Fuck you mean, Shay? - Tsk.

Nothin'. Nothin', Damon.

That don't sound like nothin'.

Talk!

I'm just sayin' I know for a fact

she done forgot about your ass and moved on.

I seen her fuckin' with some other nigga the other day.

So you tellin' me you still don't know where she lives, Shay?

Look Damon, I told you, once she did that to you,

I don't mess with homegirl like that.

Please, I don't want nobody thinking I'm fast and easy 'cause I'm with her.

You know you known for the company you keep.

[ sighs ] This shit just crazy, man.

The more a nigga try to make sense of this shit,

the more confused I get.

Listen, stop thinkin' about it.

Let that bitch go.

She don't deserve you.

She can't deal with a man like you.

Love those who love you.

And aren't I good to you?

- I'm talking to you, Damon. - Call me Choppa, Shay.

Aren't I good to you, Choppa?

Yeah, shorty. You good to a nigga.

All right, so act like it, then.

Man, whatever, Shay.

Nigga 'bout to get up out of here, though.

I got some shit I gotta run around and handle,

so I'ma get up out of here and see you later.

All right, baby. Listen, don't stress yourself over this.

I got you.

- Shay! - Hey, Jess!

Shay, that was Damon's car that you just came out of.

I saw you, I saw him.

What is Damon doing out here

and what are you doing with him?

Girl, Damon is crazy.

He basically kidnapped me.

I see him downtown Brooklyn

and he insisted for me to get in his car

- and drive me home. - What did he want?

He was drilling me about where did you move to, and how can he find you.

He said he was gonna hurt you if he found you

so I lied to him and I told him to drop me off down the block

'cause I didn't want him to see you coming in and out the building!

Shay, I saw you kiss him!

What am I supposed to do? I was scared!

I kissed him on the cheek before he left.

I didn't want him gettin' angry with me.

This is crazy. My heart skipped a beat when I seen the car.

Like, and then I got closer and I realized it was you and him.

I'm like, "What the hell?"

Girl, good thing he did not see you.

Who knows what he would have done?

He is really crazy.

What should I do? Should I, like, call the cops?

No, you can't call the cops!

He didn't do anything for you to call the cops.

He basically threatened me to you.

That's enough for them to arrest him.

Listen, Jess, you're my girl and all,

but I don't wanna get involved in the middle of this, man.

Damon is crazy and I don't want him looking for me, okay?

He doesn't even know where you live anyway.

This is all a coincidence.

You're right.

I don't want to get you involved in my B.S.

But I thought this whole ordeal was over with, Shay.

Jess, it is over with, okay?

Don't stress yourself.

I doubt if you'll ever see him again.

I hope not.

Yo, what up, my nigga?

I seen your man out tonight

but you probably already know that, though.

What you chattin' about now, Shane?

I seen your man Leon the other night.

Where at, out on the block?

Hell, no. I seen his scary ass walking down Snyder.

I tried to put a fucking hole in his head.

- Get the fuck out of here. - Yeah, man,

that nigga hauled ass when he seen me.

The nigga even turned around, backed out, and threw a gun at me.

- Nigga threw a gun at you? - Yeah, the nigga threw a gun at me.

That shit threw me off a little bit.

- That's how his bitch-ass got away. - That's hilarious, my nigga.

Who he, Roger Clemens with a ratchet?

Did that shit at least hit you, my nigga?

Hell, no, he didn't hit me. I dodged that shit.

Yo, this is the funniest shit I heard all day, my nigga.

Y'all taking this throwing shots at each other

- to a whole 'nother level, my nigga. - My nigga, whatever.

But on another note, I went to where he threw the fuckin' gun at,

and that was my fucking hammer.

What you mean that was your hammer?

My nigga, that was my gun.

What you mean? It's, like, the same model

or the same type of-- well, what you talkin' about, my nigga?

I'm saying that's the same gun that I stashed

when we was standing in front of this building drinking Hennessy.

- That's my gun. - So, Shooter Shane, what you did?

Call the "Shooters Club of America"

and matched up the serial numbers,

got in touch with customer service?

Ain't you a outlaw, my nigga?

Don't y'all niggas scratch them serial numbers off anyway?

My nigga, I'm serious. I'm not joking.

That was my gun.

Yo, I think that you delusional, my nigga.

That's the same thing Miz said.

You see, my nigga?

Exactly. That's too much of a coincidence.

Whatever, but, yo, you speak to that nigga?

You mean to Leon, nigga?

Yeah, I be seeing that nigga and shit,

but I ain't trying to get involved with y'all shit, my nigga.

I don't want no parts of that.

I'm not asking you to get involved with anything.

I'm just letting you know that I feel uncomfortable.

How you feel uncomfortable, Shane?

I thought we was like brothers.

We are like brothers, my nigga.

You know you my ace and shit.

Okay, then. So if we like brothers,

why are you sittin' here fuckin' with a nigga

knowin' that I got problems with him?

Tsk. What you talkin' about, Shane?

My nigga, why are you fuckin' with Leon

knowin' that me and him are throwin' shots at each other

- left and right? - Yo, first of all,

it's not even the nigga Leon shooting at you.

It's the Gunner, nigga.

What the fuck, nigga? You know the nigga's name?

Nah, my nigga.

I don't mean "Gunner" like that's his name.

I mean "gunner" like, "shoot 'em up, bang-bang," you know?

First of all, nobody's gunnin' down nothin' over here.

Them niggas came by and they took a fuckin' hot one to the shoulder.

But seriously, my nigga, why are you sittin' here

fuckin' with a nigga knowing that I got beef with him?

Yo, my nigga, I don't really be chillin' with that nigga to chill with him.

I be tryin' to get the inside scoop for you, my nigga.

How else you was gonna know that the nigga was talking wild shit about you, my nigga,

- if I ain't put you on? - I hear you.

But how the fuck is he so comfortable

talking negative about me to you?

Don't tell me what a nigga say,

tell me how the fuck he feel so comfortable tellin' you that.

Yo, are you serious, my nigga?

You sound like a motherfuckin' Instagram post right now.

I ain't gonna jump up in the battlefield with guns blazin'

'cause that ain't my style, my nigga.

I'm out here trying to help you the best way I know how,

and you talkin' 'bout you feel uncomfortable.

Come on, Shane.

I'm not asking you to be a shooter.

I know you're not a shooter.

But I find it real fuckin' funny

that you sittin' here laughin' with these niggas

two, three days after the nigga try to lay me down.

Yo, I ain't laughin' with this nigga, man.

I'm just a good dude.

Niggas just be ventin' to me and shit, my nigga.

Shit, you're ventin' to me right now, my nigga.

Whatever, nigga.

Yo, Shane you know you my bro, my nigga.

We always gonna be cool, my nigga, I'ma hold you down.

Don't even worry about that shit.

- It's getting cold, man. - For real, bro, you my ace and shit!

[ laughs ]

[ exhales ] Phew.

Yo, Buxx, you good? You sounded like shit was urgent over the phone.

Nah, I'm not good.

- I'm not good at all. - What happened?

When the last time you spoke to this nigga Maggz?

I spoke to Maggz a day before yesterday. Why?

Yo, my son said he was supposed to

go pick up some ballies from this nigga,

so he already knew the drill.

Son said to meet him in front of the building.

He pulls up in front of the building--

yellow tape everywhere, police everywhere.

Yo, don't tell me this nigga Maggz done went and got himself locked up.

So son was standing there trying to figure out what happened.

He looks closer, he sees a body on the floor.

A body? Who got hit?

Son, it was Maggz, my nigga Miz.

Yo, what do you mean that was Maggz, Buxx?

Son said it was Maggz, my nigga.

He said it looked like niggas aired him out.

Yo, What the fuck this nigga was thinkin' coming outside, he knows we at war?!

You already know this nigga's not gonna show face

for none of these niggas, son.

He gonna strap up and carry on like he normally would, yo.

You right, Buxx. You absolutely right.

But I told this nigga he's not at 100%

and he know these niggas we warrin' with knew his building!

Yo, Miz, you can hide from whoever,

but you can't hide from yourself. I know you.

Had that been you, what would you have done?

I would have gripped up with two, maybe three guns.

Exactly. You do whatever in the hood.

Not because you looking for trouble,

but because you already know you a man

and ain't nobody gonna stop you from comin' outside.

I know, Buxx.

Damn, why this nigga ain't listen? Fuck! Fuck.

Yo, I hate to say this, Miz, but these are the ways of war.

I know I ain't gotta tell you,

but it just sucks to be on the losin' side.

I'm never on the losin' side, Buxx.

I'm not scared to go to jail and I'm not scared to die.

So how can I possibly lose?

- So what now? - What you think, Buxx?

We gonna keep shootin' until the last man drop

or the last shell is fired. Nothing else.

Yo, Miz, you already know, son, I'm here for you, son.

- I'm all there, all day. - I know you do, my G.

- Say no more. - All right, my dude.

Stay up.

Man: Are you "skinny dipping" in that?

Nah, I don't... but I might.

I was about to-- oh, you buggin', nigga."

I'm tellin' you, nigga, if I gotta go--

Don't do that. Don't do it.

- I'm telling you. - You buggin', nigga,

- you fuck that bitch raw. - I no fuck her raw.

- A'ight, bet. - I got the condom, nigga.

Fuck it. See the condoms, nigga?

- Yeah, you better. - Shit, I'm tellin' you, nigga.

- Nah, don't do it, at all. - I'm tellin' you. I'm tellin' you, nigga.

Yo, my G, where you at? I'm out here.

What's the building number?

All right, I'll be there in two minutes.

[ man yells ]

- Yo, you Miz? - Yo, what up?

All right.

[ voices overlapping ]

- What's good, my G? - What's up, homie?

Ain't shit.

What up, y'all? You got that for me?

Man, you know I got that. Yo, Killah.

Miz: Let me see them joints.

- Shit is nice. - Yeah, nigga.

Know what I mean? Top of the line, fool.

- How much you want for those? - Around seven, nigga. Seven--

- Tsunami: Eight. Eight-- - Wolf: Seven.

- Eight. - You my nigga. Six.

I'll give you six apiece.

- Sa'a bon? - A'ight.

- Miz: So 12 all together? - [ Wolf speaking faintly ]

- Good, man. - Y'all ain't got no bullets?

Wolf: Yo, Killah, get the bullets.

We're gonna bag that shit up the right way...

like Foot Locker.

Eleven, here's 12. What's this, man?

- Miz: It's 12, my nigga. - Do I gotta count it?

Nah you don't, but go ahead.

- Nah, you my nigga. - Miz: Say no more.

You got the bullets? What have you done with them?

Straight up.

All right, my G. All right, be safe, man.

- See you later. - All right. Good looking.

All right.

...three, four.

I know you owe me one, niggas.

- I owe you six. - Four.

That's five. I want a buck more, man.

- I owe you one? - Nah, give me my buck. Give me my buck.

- I owe you one. - Nah, give me my buck, man.

Damn, nigga. We all good.

Yo, Rafe.

I need to holler at you, my nigga.

All right.

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♪ Can't wait for me to come on 'cause I run this show ♪

♪ New York is in the building ♪

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♪ Roll over niggas like monster trucks ♪

♪ Only here to click confusion ♪

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