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(tense music) - What I'm holding here says

that this department alone has spent millions of dollars

on this Brick Davis case,

but yet we still have nothing concrete on him.

What does that mean, Captain?

- So we have one of your officers under investigation,

and I can assure you right now, Captain,

we won't lay this investigation down

until we get to the bottom of this.

- We need to figure out how we can get our VIPs to know

we at a new location right now.

- Man, listen here.

You either file that motion to get me the fuck up

out this bitch, or this gonna be your last case.

- Don't tell me this nigga, Brick, your cousin, dog.

- You know him?

- Man, this nigga hot as fuck, dog.

If you fuck with this here

we definitely gonna get into some shit.

- Look, if you still in love with Kyra, you need to tell me.

I told you I wasn't about to do

this back and forth shit with you.

It's me or nothin'.

- [Judge] After carefully listening to arguments

of both sides of this case,

I've come to a decision regarding bail for Mr. Brick Davis.

(music intensifies)

(rap music)

* Ready oh *

* She said she wanna go to Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

* That's 'cause she know that it ain't no town *

* In the world that can sound like this *

* She wanna kick it into drive *

* She wanna move forward on with her life *

* Fast cars, fast life, that's my town *

* Livin' in the fast lane *

* Can't slow down *

* Come and visit Motown *

* City of the blues *

* Feel like Berry Gordy when I step inside this booth *

* I need a Diana who gon' come and sing the tunes *

* Or I could hit up Sada when I need to bust a move *

* Yeah, baby I'm from Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

* That's 'cause she know that it ain't no town *

* In the world that can sound like this *

* She wanna kick it into drive *

* She wanna move forward on with her life *

* Fast cars, fast life, that's my town *

* Livin' in the fast lane can't slow down *

* Come and visit Motown *

* Won't slow down *

(ominous music)

- After carefully listening to arguments

of both sides of this case,

I've come to a decision regarding bail for Mr. Brick Davis.

(ominous music continues)

(sound beeping) - [Alarm System] Front door.

(switch clicks) (sneakers squeak)

- Breeze, man, what the fuck is you doing here?

(keys clinking) - Welcome home, Mr. Davis.

- How the fuck you even know about this spot?

Tiffany ain't even know this place exists.

- Is that any type of way to speak to the person

who just posted a million dollar bond

to get you out of jail?

- Yeah, thanks.

- It's the least I could do

considering all the money you made me over the years.

- So that's the only reason you did it, huh?

- The history we share may have played a small part,

however, being that you are one of my top clients,

to just let you sit in jail wouldn't be wise for business.

- Same old Breeze.

Heart of gold, but cold as ice.

(Breeze chuckles)

- Only way to be.

- I see you came here just to fuck with me, huh?

- No, I came here to make sure I didn't fuck up

when I took over my father's business fuckin' with you,

'cause lately you been slippin'.

- Yeah, I been goin' through some shit.

I ain't never slippin'.

- So what do you call your wife being killed

after being kidnapped from your club?

A undercover cop getting close to your operation

before he gets killed, and now you moving drugs out a club

that a cop is part owner of?

- See what the fuck is you talking about?

My cousin is the owner of the club I'm moving out of.

- Oh, Brick. (chuckles)

You really need to start researching

your little business partners a little bit better.

Your cousin is part owner of the club,

but his business partner's a cop.

- Let me get the fuck down there,

and see what the fuck goin' on.

- Oh, Brick, while you gettin' those snakes out your grass,

watch out for the quiet ones that don't hiss or slither.

They tend to be the most deadliest.

Similar to your best friend Malik.

- Man, what the fuck Malik got to do with this?

(Breeze chuckles)

- Brick, Malik and Tiffany have been fuckin' around

for years behind your back.

Never give a snake the chance to bite you twice.

(music intensifies)

(Brick sighs heavily) (keys jingle)

- [Alarm System] Front door.

(rap music) * Big time, number nine *

* Diamonds in my teeth, I got a lot of shine *

* Runnin' up the numbers, that's a lot of grind lot of grind *

* Try and take it from me must be out your mind *

* Don't do it *

* Big time, big time, lot of slimes *

* Smokey in the air, that's a lot of pine *

* Pockets running over *

* With the dollar sign * - Kyra.

- Brick, when you get out of jail?

- The fuck do it matter when I got out.

So, this what the fuck you was doin' while I was in jail?

- How the fuck else I'm supposed to pay my bills?

- So, this fucking ex you was talkin' about?

- God damn, you move on fast as fuck, don't you?

- And I did move on.

You ain't give a fuck what I did

when you was locked up in jail,

ignoring me for months.

- Yeah, I was ignoring you

'cause I was dealing with the death of my fuckin' wife.

- So tired of hearing everybody talk about your fuckin' wife

like you wasn't about to leave that bitch for me.

- So you knew this nigga was fuckin' married,

and you was still fuckin' him?

That's why the fuck you get fucked over.

- It wasn't even like that. - What the fuck ever.

- I really hate to break up this little

love and hiphop reunion, but, uh, we on business.

- Who the fuck are you?

- Your worst nightmare if you're not careful, little girl.

- Brick, if you don't get this Oprah Winfrey

lookin' ass bitch out my mother fuckin' face

'fore it be a problem...

Who the fuck you think you talkin' to?

- Bitch, I'm talking to you.

- Better put that shit down

before it get real in this bitch.

(Breeze chuckles)

- That weak ass stress supposed to scare me?

My four year old nephew sounds tougher than that.

Didn't your mama teach you

to stay outta grown folks' business?

(gun cocking)

- I guess my mama missed that lesson too.

- [Brick] Bitch, have you lost your mother fuckin' mind?

- Probably so, but I ain't about to lose my best friend.

- [Ice] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,

man y'all put the fuckin' guns down, man.

Y'all trippin'!

- And I told you fuckin' with this nigga was going.

Man, you don't fuckin' listen to her.

- Man y'all put the fuckin' guns down.

Won't even have no shootout in the club

all our names attached to.

- Man, tell her to put her shit down.

- Yeah, where the you learn that at,

the police academy, nigga?

- [Shawn] Fuck him.

- It's cool, think we've seen all we need to see here.

Nigga, why the fuck you ain't tell me your partner

was a fuckin' cop, nigga?

- [Ice] nigga, I ain't tell you

'cause it wasn't none of your fuckin' business.

- Man, how the fuck it ain't my business

when you moving my shit out this bitch?

- When shit get hot, officer Shawn gonna be the first one

to let me know what the fuck been going on.

How the fuck you think I've been doing this shit

for so long?

- Officer Shawn.

Nigga, I don't fuckin' trust cops, nigga.

- [Ice] Well, I do, and it's my shit.

- It might be your shit, but it's our work.

- [Both] Our?

- Heard what the fuck I said, our,

just like that little cop over there your business partner,

Brick is mine.

- Man, look, Shawn been my business partner

since the beginning, bro, and I trust him.

He ain't got no reason to switch up on me,

and anyway he own 50% of this club.

So it ain't shit you, you, or anybody could do about it.

(Brick chuckles)

- Yeah, it's cool cous'.

Dirty D will be back open in a minute.

We gonna go on, and just cancel

this little business arrangement.

Hate for a little situation like this

make me forget we cousins.

- [Ice] That's how you want to play it, cool.

- Send my money by the end of the week, nigga.

Congratulations, bro.

Got you a good girl.

- [Kyra] He know.

- Come on, we need to talk, baby.

Fuckin' nigga.

(ominous music intensifies)

(India sighs)

- Need a damn drink.

- I do too.

- We find out my bitch a gansta'.

- No, I'm just protective of the people that I love.

- I feel that, I feel that.

- Hey, y'all, is everything okay in here?

Shawn damn near just run me over in the parking lot

getting out my car.

- Yeah, he trippin'.

He probably had too many, but it's cool though.

- Oh, all right, well I'm about to go put my stuff up

and go get changed.

- Okay.

(background chattering)

- You ever hit that?

- What?

- Nigga, you heard me?

You ever fuck Brittany?

- Bro, what type of question is that?

You trippin'.

- I'm trippin'?

You hardly even work in this bitch anymore,

and I don't say shit 'cause you make sure that I'm straight,

and on the rare occasions that I do

the bouncers making any nigga

that show me any attention leave,

I wonder why that is, Ice.

- Man, you gotta take that up with them.

- I don't see shit funny.

I'm not finna' be walking around this bitch in the dark,

and somebody feels some ways about me, because of you,

and I get crossed up in the heat.

- Is all this aggression over Brittany?

Look if you want you can make they schedule,

and collect they tip out.

I got bigger shit to worry about.

- Say less.

But, um, you still ain't answered the original question.

You ever fuck Brittany?

- Yeah, I fucked her, (India groans)

a few times actually.

- Mm.

- But it was before I was fuckin' you.

- Was it good?

- What type of question is that?

People don't ask shit like that

unless they're trying to find out.

- Maybe I am.

Ice wants you to meet him in his office in 10 minutes.

- [Brittany] Oh.

(tense music)

(door squeaking and closing)

(sensual music)

- Take that shit off.

- What?

- You heard me.

Take that shit off?

I thought we was down for whatever around here.

- Wait, am I missin' something?

- No, baby.

Ain't that right BriBri.

- Mm mm.

- We ain't got all day.

The club opens soon.

(sensual music intensifies)

Now crawl to me.

I don't bite.

* Come closer, come closer, come closer babe *

* Come closer, come closer, come closer babe *

* Come closer, come closer, come closer babe *

* So come closer, come closer, come closer babe *

* Come closer, come closer * (India moaning)

* Come closer babe *

I'll let you know if and when my man wanna fuck.

(Brittany scoffs)

(door squeaks)

(India laughs)

- I think I'm gonna marry you.

(footsteps approaching)

- Shit. (keys thudding)

Can't believe you was fuckin' with this nigga, Brick, man.

- Why the fuck is that an issue anyway?

- For one, this nigga dirty as fuck.

For two, this nigga married.

- Was married.

- Man, he was married when you was fuckin' him too.

- Nigga you don't got to sit here and judge me,

like you ain't no dirty ass cop.

- Dirty cop, since when owing a strip club

make me a dirty cop.

- It don't, but sellin' drugs and pussy out that bitch do.

- Man, fuck that club, dude,

what's up with you and this nigga man?

You sittin' up here explaining yourself

like you got caught cheating or some shit.

- Look, he just caught me by surprise.

I thought the nigga was still locked up.

- Yeah I did too.

- How the fuck do you know Brick Anyway.

- Carbon copy.

Every cop in the city know who the fuck this nigga is man.

- Now you soundin' just like my ex.

- God damn, how many ex's you got, Lori Harvey?

- You know what, maybe it's best that I just go.

(coat rustling)

- Kyr, wait, man.

Sit down.

(solemn music)

This shit just too much to process at one time.

God damn, just need to know

that you rockin' with me like I'm rockin' with you.

- I am.

And Brick or nobody else can change that.

(solemn music continues)

- Hey, baby. (Brick sniffles)

You weren't perfect,

but you ain't deserve no shit like this, Tiff.

(plastic crinkling)

They say to forgive you gotta be forgiven, right?

Ain't gonna lie, that shit fucked me up

when I heard about you and Malik. (scoffs)

We both did some fucked up shit to each other,

so, let's make a deal all right?

Let's call it even, you know, right or wrong,

sorry this shit happened to you, Tiff,

but I swear, make these niggas pay for what they did.

(solemn music continues)

- Tequila for you, Hennessy for me.

- So you remember my drink. (laughs)

- How the fuck gonna forget some shit like that.

And your daddy came on the block ready to kill us,

you're little lunk ass went home drunk.

(Breeze laughing)

- You couldn't tell I was grown then.

You know how many times I almost got my ass beat

messing with y'all.

- Still can't believe your daddy left the business over

to his little precious princess, for real.

- Well he really didn't have a choice

when my brother caught that life sentence

on a murder charge.

- Yeah that shit fucked up.

So what's going on with your sister?

- She's been in Germany for the past three years

getting her doctor's degree.

- Germany?

Damn, what the fuck she go to Germany for

just to get a degree.

- Believe it or not their technology

is a little bit more advanced than ours.

Not that her gettin' that little fancy degree

gonna help her anyways.

- You find out you hatin' it.

- Never that.

Daddy spent all that money

for her to go to the top college in the country

just for her to end up with a lying, cheating ass nigga.

- Man, that nigga be the Pope,

you still wouldn't like that nigga.

- Fuck you, Brick.

I just know what's in my people's best interest,

and he ain't it for Jade.

They been together for almost a year,

and he only been out there to see her once.

She just called out the blue one day,

and announced she married.

- Damn, I mean Jade has always been secretive as fuck,

so I really ain't surprised.

- True, but she can just be so naive at times.

- Yeah, well no matter how you feel about that nigga,

don't let that shit come between

you and your sister relationship.

Seen how that shit happened with Tiffany and Yaya.

- What happened with them?

- Sh, I mean, Yaya just never liked me.

She always felt like Tiffany

could do better than me and shit.

That shit drives a real wedge in between they relationship.

I mean they really ain't talking till, shit,

right before Tiffany got murdered for real.

- Damn, that's fucked up.

- Yeah.

- When you put it like that I guess you right.

- Yeah I'm always right.

You know what else I was right about?

- What's that?

- I told you I was gonna hit that.

- Who said you were right about that?

- That heat between your legs speaking loud and clear, baby.

(sensual music)

- I guess that make you right twice today.

* Runnin', runnin', you were all I needed back then *

* Now I'm buzzin', buzzin' *

* Yeah, she said I done changed *

* I said you just stayed the same *

* Swear she used to have a plan *

* But now she doesn't, doesn't *

* Them excuses got me jaded *

* I see that you never grew from cracks off in the pavement *

* All them likes on Instagram don't really mean you made it *

* She said I done changed *

* I said you just stayed the same *

* Baby you runnin' in place yeah *

* Yeah, I was hoping you would send a text, send a text *

- Damn, smell good as hell in here, baby.

- [Breeze] Thank you.

(lips smacking)

- I'll be back, I gotta make a run, all right.

- [Breeze] You know we got a new shipment coming in tonight?

- What time?

- [Breeze] About 10.

- All right, I'll be ready.

- All right. (lips smacking)

- Some of this... (Breeze giggling)

- Mm.

(floor creaking)

- Still knocked out.

(tray thudding)

Baby, baby. (kissing)

Kyr. (Kyra groaning)

- What time is it?

- Like a little after one.

- Well, if somebody didn't keep me up all night,

I wouldn't of ended up tired.

You made breakfast?

- Yeah I did. (kissing)

Now eat, and get your ass up and get ready.

I'm taking you somewhere tonight.

- Where we doing?

- Quit asking so many questions.

- Can I at least know what to wear?

- Baby, I got all that taken care of.

- You got it taken care of?

- Yeah, let's eat,

so we can get your ass dressed.

(footsteps receding)

(door knocking)

- Captain.

- That never sounds good coming out of your mouth.

- And unfortunately it's not.

Look, Captain, there ever been some things discussed

behind closed doors

that we weren't really able to make you aware of,

because it's been a complicated matter.

- Complicated matter?

- Yes, because like yourself, and other police captains,

you guys tend to build these relationships

with your officers that sometimes makes it a bit difficult

to begin dealing with possible corruption

within your department.

- Look, I've been with the force for over 30 years,

most of which, man, right here in this very department.

15 of those as captain, okay?

So, my duty to protect and serve

the good people of this city

has always been my number one priority

regardless of any of my, um, how'd you put it?

Personal feelings or relationships?

- Fair enough. (scoffs)

Here's the deal, Captain,

we've had several of your officers under surveillance

for quite some time now,

and our investigation is almost done.

And the moment that it is,

we will begin to start making arrests.

(ominous music)

- How many officers are we talking about?

- That I'm not of the liberty to say as of yet,

but as the courtesy of my office,

I just wanted to call you in to give you the heads up.

- So, how about a name.

You got one of those for me?

- I can't give you that either.

At the risk of compromising our investigation.

(Captain mumbles)

One more thing.

I wanna see all your men tonight at the policeman's ball

so remind them how important it is that they be there.

- I got it.

- I'll be in touch.

(ominous music continues)

(Yaya giggling)

- So somebody actually paid the bond

for this nigga to get out, huh?

- I mean, what the fuck is he doing?

- Let's find out.

(throat clearing)

May I help you?

- May you help me. (chuckles)

Yeah, you can help me, by gettin' the fuck up out my bar.

Take this steadman ass nigga with you.

(Yaya chuckles) - Your bar?

In case you didn't get the memo,

I'm running shit now. (scoffs)

- See, you really underestimate me, huh?

- Mm. - This shit chess,

not checkers, baby,

and the king always play to win.

- What the fuck your little riddle supposed to mean to me?

(Yaya chuckles)

- It mean this my shit.

(paper rustles)

Quick deed to the club signed by Tiffany over a year ago.

- I highly doubt my sister would do that.

- Go ahead, have your little crooked ass lawyer

look it over.

He can verify her signature.

(paper rustles)

- Why the fuck would she sign this?

- See, Tiffany name was on shit,

but I paid for this shit,

and I always protect my investments.

Now, not sure if Tiffany knew that

when she was signing them papers over a year ago

for the spa, that one of 'em was for the bar or not,

but that's irrelevant at this point, right.

(ominous music continues)

- Bastard.

- I've been called worse.

Now, the house I give you that,

lost that fair and Square.

I can always get another house, but this my shit,

and my shit only.

- Come on, babe.

I'll have a lawyer look over this.

(papers rustling)

- And nigga what the fuck is your problem?

You ain't like me since we met.

- I just know Tiff could have did better

than a low life nigga like you.

- Better than me. (chuckles)

Like what, nigga, your soft ass?

- Bro, you don't know shit about me.

Nothing about me soft, understand that.

See, I move in silence, nigga.

Silence speaks for you.

- Nigga and power make noise.

Get your bitch, and get the fuck up out my shit.

- Fuck up out of here bitch ass nigga.

- [Yaya] I got your bitch.

- Let's go.

- Follow your boss, nigga. - Soft ass niggas.

(all mumbling) (ominous music continues)

Let's go, nigga.

(lively jazz music)

- Chief, how's it going?

- You know how these things are, long and boring.

- Well at least the cause is good, right?

- So, have you spoke to the captain yet?

- I did.

I stopped by and talked to him this afternoon.

- You think he expects anything more than what you told him?

- Not at all.

Things are good and going according to plan.

- That's what I like to hear.

- So, I'm gonna stop by the office

first thing Monday morning.

That way we could review our notes

before we start handing out those indictments.

- Sounds good.

You enjoy the ball.

* Lover, don't go away *

(footsteps approaching)

(indistinct background chatter)

* Lover please stay with me *

- Lashay?

What you doing here?

- Excuse me?

I know you not questioning me,

and you been ignoring my calls for over a week.

- Look, I'm sorry.

Just needed some time to get my mind right.

- Take all the time you need, Terrance.

Just don't expect for me to be sitting around

waiting on you.

- Damn, so it's that easy for you to cut a nigga off?

- You know it's a real thin line

between giving up on somebody, and playing a fool right?

Now if you'll excuse me, my date for the night

is on his way over here.

- Hold up, I know you ain't come in this bitch

with another nigga.

(Lashay chuckles)

- Well, luckily for you, Terrance,

the other nigga just so happens to be her brother.

* I'll stop the clock on central station *

* And we can have a drink downtown *

- You know, you fuckin' move on.

(footsteps receding)

* Let this be the night that I am longing for *

- Speaking of moving on.

* Fly down south to Austin * (Kyra giggling)

- All right. - Thank you.

- Yo, partner.

- You fuckin' my ex-fiance, nigga?

- What?

- And you go from fuckin' the nigga I'm investigating

to fuckin' my own damn partner?

Tell me who the fuck else you fuckin' in the city, Kyra?

- Fuck you, Terrance.

- What the fuck is going on, dude?

- You know what?

It don't even matter.

You know I'm just glad that I found out

who the fuck you really was

before I turned the ho into a housewife.

Good luck my nigga.

- God damn.

Kyra's got more bodies

than the fuckin' cemetery, girl, shit.

I don't know how much more I can process.

- Man, fuck both of y'all.

(lively jazz music continues)

* Don't say you have to go *

* Don't say you need to run *

* I'll stop the clock for central station *

* And we have a drink downtown *

* Let it be the night that I've been longing for *

- You got anything you want to tell me?

- About what?

- Like, how long have you been seeing this, this cop?

- You know I don't gotta give you every detail

in my love life, right?

- Why are you making this into such a problem?

I'm your brother, Shay.

Outside of what I do,

my whole job is protecting you.

- Right, you my brother, not my daddy.

You know ever since mama died you think you can control

everything that I do.

- When did me caring become me trying to control you?

- The fact that I have to hide that I have a boyfriend,

because I'm scared that you're gonna scare him away

like you do everybody else. - I don't give a fuck

what you say.

I don't want you seeing him, Shay.

- You don't want me seeing anybody.

- Look at this point,

I don't give a fuck who you deal with,

but I damn sure don't want you seeing him.

Look, it's some things going on in this department

that I can't discuss right now,

but when it all boils down he's the last person

that you need to be attached to.

- Well, I'll be the judge of that.

(footsteps receding) (lively jazz music continues)

(city bustling)

(door knocking)

- Who the hell is that at my door at this time of night?

(wine glass clinks)

Terrance, what are you doing here?

- I'm ready.

- Why, 'cause you seen Kyra with your partner tonight?

- No, baby.

'Cause I realized I was about to fuck up,

and lose a good woman.

(Lashay scoffs and sighs)

Shay. (door closes)

Shay!

Shay!

(horn beeping) (city bustling)

- Okay, so, I know there've been a lot going on around here

these last few months.

Every time y'all stand up and look around

somebody new in this spot.

- Man, for real though.

- Okay, I know y'all questioning the stability of the club.

Trust me when I tell y'all I got this shit under control.

Look, we're just glad to have you back.

- Right.

Oh, but one last thing. (ominous music)

Anybody that was hired by Yaya,

you fired from this moment forward.

I believe that'll be you, you and you.

- What?

- [Employee] That ain't fair, I ain't did shit.

- Yeah, well, guilty by association.

- You see, ever since Tiffany died,

this raggedy ass bar been going downhill.

- Yeah, well get your raggedy ass

the fuck up outta here then.

- Bye.

- Bye boo.

- Any questions, Honey?

- Nah, I'm good.

- Good.

Hey, find some more bottle girls.

(heels tapping)

- I could smell a ho from a mile away,

and your ass stink.

Enjoy the time you have left workin' here.

(fingernails tapping)

It won't last much longer.

(footsteps receding) (ominous music continues)

(door shuts)

- Oh, shit, my nigga, Brick.

Welcome home, brother.

- New business investment, huh?

- Somethin' like that. (chuckles)

The fuck you find out about this place anyway?

- You know the streets talk.

They been saying a lot too, dog.

- Oh yeah, like what?

- Well, for starters like you been fuckin' my wife, nigga.

(Malik chuckles)

- Can't believe everything you hear, Brick.

- Depending on the source you can.

- Fuck you.

- You the one that got me the information about my lawyer

while I was locked up ain't you?

- What information?

- Come on, dog.

Weren't for that shit,

I probably still be locked up right now.

- Oh yeah. (chuckles)

You needed to know.

- No, nigga, what I needed to know

was that the nigga you brought around

was a fuckin' cop.

I mean seeing how he the reason I was locked up

in the fuckin' first place.

- Look, bro, I know I fucked up,

and I know how that shit can make me look suspicious,

but I ain't know that shit was gonna go down like that.

- Come on, dog.

So, tell me, the fuck Tiffany have to do with all this shit?

They told me her fingerprints was on the badge too.

- Look, bro, me and Tiffany was gonna plant the badge

so Paris could find it.

Once Paris found it, she was gonna bring it to Tiff,

and Tiff was gonna bring that information to you.

- So, instead of you killing this nigga

when you found out he was a fuckin' cop,

you thought it was a good idea to devise a plan

with my fuckin' wife?

- Come on, Brick,

now you know shit ain't that simple, nigga.

I didn't know that nigga was a cop.

- Man, I don't give a fuck if he was the pope.

You know the rules in this shit, dog.

As soon as you found out that nigga was a cop,

you was supposed to handle that shit.

- Shit don't always work out like that, bro.

(ominous music continues)

- It never do, dog.

That's why you supposed to keep your head

on a swivel out here.

- Nigga, you ain't giving me no credit

for the shit that I tried to fix.

- You don't get no fuckin' credit

for some that you did, Malik. (Brick scoffs)

Nigga, you probably only told me that shit

'cause Yaya took over the club.

Huh, Breeze wasn't fuckin' with you.

Nigga, me getting out was only in your best interest.

- Whatever.

- So, how long you been fuckin' my wife, dog?

- Does it even fuckin' matter?

(gun firing)

- Nah, it don't.

(ominous music intensifies)

(footsteps receding)

My dog.

- [Visitor] What up, man.

- Man, good lookin' for that information, dog.

- [Visitor] You already know it, it's over.

Man, you know what I need.

(glass breaking)

- Malik.

Baby, where you at? (heels pattering)

Oh my god.

(cash crumping)

- You just make sure you keep them prices low

when I cop from you.

Know what I'm talking?

- No doubt, no doubt.

Be careful dog.

- Yes, sir.

- Hello?

My husband's been shot.

He needs help right now.

444 South Rush Street.

Quick!

Babe, everything's gonna be okay baby.

Help is on the way right now.

(raging hip hop music)

* Jumping off of buildings used to be so stimulating *

* Now I'm reaching new heights *

* I'm gonna need the off white *

* Play with the fire you get burned *

* All of my struggles became lessons well learned *

* I got his eyes, they keep me grounded that's for sure *

* 'Cause one day we gonna make it out this earth *

* Where's your worth *

* Time's tickin' stop talking you got the wrong one *

* I'm takin' your king and I even broke 'em *

* If I in this second he's after no one *

* Just give me a second to let him know *

* I'm the headline the deadline *

* Big time, I'm the head time, the red kind *

* Big time, I'm a gangsta' with a legend *

* King to open weapon *

* Master of my own big time *

* The king is back like prodigal *

* I been gone, I gave them time, it's been too long *

* Time's up, the silent come, but now the storm *

* Is by ya, I'm not the one you can ignore *

* I'm not the politic, if I want it I'm gonna get mine *

* Never faked a funk, can't perform for your improv *

* March 'em in the room, make 'em all fall in line *

* Now let the clock tick count down 'cause I'm *

* Time's ticking, you got the wrong one *

* I'm taking your king, and I even broke 'em *

* If I in this second he's after no one *

* Just give me a second to let him know *

* I'm the headline, the deadline *

* Big time, I'm the hair time, the red line *

* Big time, I'm a gangsta legend *

* King to weapon *

* Master of my own big time, big time, big time *

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