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(eerie dramatic music)

(glass shattering)

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- [Cram] Being the neighborhood dope man was

the answer I needed for a better life.

I guess you can say that.

It happened that day.

I was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

[Actor 1] I heard they call you Big Dog?

- Yeah. What's it to you?

- What's it to me?

(wind whistling)

(gunshot cracks)

♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh,

♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh,

♪ This is what I'm living for

♪ Money, hustle hard nigga get out here and get you some,

♪ Money, better go and get it

♪ Ain't nobody go give you none

♪ Money, make a hater hate ya

♪ And they don't even know ya

♪ Money, make a bitch you just met

♪ Get down on her knees and blow ya

♪ We riding windows tinted, man to keep the haters out

♪ When it's appropriate, we still pull them Gators out

♪ Yellow grill, get a real job, no I never will

♪ Blood stream cloudy, nigga. I be burnin' so much kill

♪ I can't stop hustlin' til my bank account say multi mill

♪ Family's first,

♪ Fuck these niggas out here gone get you killed

♪ I come from Memphis, Ten

♪ Born and raised in Morris Mound

♪ Always been that nigga, check my background

♪ Thuggin' hard, living large,

♪ This is what I'm made for

♪ Do it big every time, give them what they came for

(dishes clanging)

- Cram. Get up.

You can't be late for work.

You know your boss gone gone cuss your ass out.

He already praying to fire yo ass!

- [Cram] Fuck you Tonya man.

- Can't afford that Cram, get up.

Wanna take all day.

(water running)

(dishes clatter)

- Get up.

(Cram sighing)

Sick of this shit. Clean up every day.

- Motherfucker missing tea, fuck your regular job.

I'm gonna be the biggest rapper in this shit.

- And you don't wanna go to work. Stupid.

- I look tight.

You ain't gotta worry about this shit no more.

Once this rap shit take off,

I ain't gonna be broke no more.

- Mm-hmm. That's what your mouth say.

- Alright babe, I got you

- Look babe, I believe in you,

but we can't keep living like this.

I'm tired of you hustling in these streets.

With your nickel and dime hustle.

Then, you spend all your damn money on studio time.

When the last time you took me out?

- I don't know, Tonya. Damn baby I'm working to hustle.

- Hmm, exactly.

- Hey look, I got enough motherfuckers doubtin' me.

I don't wanna hear that

negative ass shit from you right now.

- Your mouth say it's coming. I just hope it's not too late.

- The fuck that supposed to mean?

- Figure it out.

- Yeah alright.

- Bye. Have a good day at work.

Tell Mr. Terry I said hey.

- [Cram] Fuck Mr. Terry man.

- Stupid ass.

♪ I was born down here, I was raised down here,

♪ I'ma stay down here,

Yeah, what it do?

- [Person On Phone] Hey what's up Cram,

(person on phone mumbling)

- alright meet me at the spot. Man don't be bullshitting.

Make sure you got my motherfucking money, bro.

- [Person On Phone] Don't worry man, I got the money.

- Say no more.

♪ I get dirt down here, sometimes it hurts down here

♪ I been cursed down here, this where I've shed my tears

♪ I was born in the hood, raised in the woods.

♪ Too zappy, everything I do evil and good got good,

(Cram talking to person)

- What you got bro?

- It's alright here.

- [Cram] He scared of me homie

(person happily mumbling)

♪ Clap yo ass let me see shake that ass, what

- We gotta ask who did this

- [Actor 2] Let me holla at you for a second

- Aye where you think you going?

- Man I gotta hit. I just need about an hour bro.

- Hey bro check this out.

No money, no studio time.

Who'd you think I'm in this business to lose?

You got me fucked up bruh.

- Man whatever nigga.

One day I'ma come back, buy this bitch.

Until that nigga I'ma holla at you then nigga.

- Hey Mr. Terry, anything you want me to do

while we ain't got shit going on?

All that shit in there to do man. Go organize some tires.

Get the room. Sweep the floor.

Shit dust some batteries off or something.

- Dust the batteries man?

- [Tonya] What's up baby, what time you coming home tonight?

- Probably late.

I gotta make some bread so I can go to the studio.

- [Tonya] How late so I know not to wait up on your ass?

- Late Tonya, damn.

I gotta go. Mr. Terry looking at me crazy as hell.

Got his arms folded and shit.

- [Tonya] Okay.

- This nigga look madder then a motherfucker.

- Damn man.

- [Mr. Terry] So here this nigga come.

2 hours late.

(keys jingling)

(wind blowing)

[Mr. Terry] Cram you 2 two hours late man.

I told you if you was late again

I was gone fire your motherfucking ass.

- Now Mr. Terry

- Man I don't wanna hear shit. I got a business to run bro.

When I gave you a job so you can earn

an honest living.

- I don't wanna hear that shit right now man.

- Excuse me.

- Them streets gone get you killed Cram.

- I don't wanna hear that shit.

Let me take it before I ain't got a customer here.

- Can I get some help please?

- How may I help you?

It's my tire, it's acting weird.

Can you check it out for me?

(Cram mumbling)

- Your tires good baby.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Seemed like it was taxing me.

- How bout' you take my number

just in case something else happen to your tire.

Or maybe I can take you out sometime.

- Thanks. I'm covered, but I don't fuck with the help.

I just help (indistinct)

- Damn dog, she just dissed your ass dog.

- Its alright bitch,

you gone wanna get fucked by the Big Dog.

Soon as I come up. Garbage head hoe.

- Man you better stop fucking with these hoes up her man.

Tonya gone kick your ass bro.

- I'ma kick both y'all asses

if y'all don't get back to work.

God damn! Use that broom nigga.

(broom scratches floor)

You know what?

(Mr. Terry mumbling)

- Hey boys!

- Hey Ms. Pretty

- What's up? How you doing.

- Baby? What you doing here?

I know you supposed to be at work.

- Yeah.

But I had to come and see my man

on my lunch break and see how you doing.

- Ooh, I'm good now you know. God damn! Ohh.

- Well. I guess I'll see you a little later on, right?

- You sure will.

- Alright.

I can't wait til I get off. God damn boy.

- You know damn well you can't do nothing with that.

- Bullshit. Boy last time I was with her boy,

she sucked the covers up in her ass.

♪ I'ma go and get it, 'til the motherfucker death of me

♪ Cash to the to the ceiling,

♪ Run it up like it's supposed to be

♪ Bitch I ain't gotta motherfucking thang

- [Cram] Damn, I need this money.

Where the fuck your folks at bruh?

- They supposed to be here.

- Don't you want some more?

- Yeah! Please.

- Go get your folks. Man fuck all that I need my money.

Go get your folks man.

Fuck that shit I'ma go to the alley man.

- Who the fuck over here?

That's why that bitch wanna act,

see what time I'm coming to the house.

- Okay, cause' these niggas be lying.

- Okay!

- I want me a boss nigga. You hear me?

- Girl, I sure got me a boss. You need to get you one.

- I'm sure looking for him.

♪ Bend it over, dance floor krump, everybody kinda tipsy

♪ Sipping, sipping Grey Goose, Piranha, and Remy

♪ Me I'm on the ground, I'm looking for something

(dogs barking)

- I know this bitch ain't got no nigga

in my motherfucking house man.

- Is that right?

- It's that...

- Right!

- Hey what the fuck going on in here?

- What the fuck is you doing?

And what you doing here so early?

- Fuck why I'm here early.

I thought you had a nigga in my motherfucking house.

- A nigga.

- Babe, this my friend Stacey.

Stacey, this my boss ass nigga Cram.

- Nice to meet you.

- I thought you was coming home late!

- Nice to meet you too.

- So I invited my girl over to have a little wine and talk.

That's all.

- Yeah.

- Your face looks familiar. Do I know you?

- Nah.

You don't know me but I'm about to jump in the shower.

I had a long day.

- I'ma be in there in a minute when Stacey leave, I gotcha.

- Nice to meet you Cram.

- Yeah, nice to meet you too.

- Tanya, you didn't tell me your man was so fine.

- The fuck bitch, alright.

- Girl! You know I just like messing with you.

- Mhm okay whatever.

It look like our girl time gotta end boo.

I gotta go take care of my man!

- So bitch you kicking me out?

- If you put it like that, yes!

Get your ass out. I'll call you.

- You is a trip.

Alright, I'll let you take care of your man.

- Yeah. See you later boo.

- alright hunny bunny.

- Bye.

Cram! Here I come baby.

(engine revving)

- Cram. Nigga don't act like you don't know who this is.

Nigga what's up?

- Nigga don't pull up on me like that. You almost got shot.

What the fuck you doing over here?

- Nigga come holla at me. Nigga I don't bite.

- About what.

- Business nigga. Come by, let me get in the car.

- Man what the fuck you wanna talk to me about for? Nigga.

- We good around here nigga. This Chase side of the town.

- Nigga what you want? Me?

- I know and you know you need the money.

- Nigga you ain't come out here for

me to cut your grass and shit. What the fuck you on? Nigga?

- Hell no nigga. Get that motherfucker a real deal.

I need you to,

take out this nigga that used to work for me.

I need you to kill this nigga.

I heard through my girl, this nigga talking about

starting his own business with my product.

Yeah getting drunk and shit.

Talking about he gonna come up after Jay.

Nigga got me fucked up!

- Damn Jay that's fucked up.

But you know I ain't into that life no more man.

I'm just trying to keep my motherfucking career going man.

Make some legit money, you feel me?

- Yeah I feel you but,

don't you want some money in your pockets nigga?

Huh? Yeah. Check me out.

You and that nickel and dime shit that you're doing out here

is not going help your career.

You want some real money in your pockets.

So you need to do something for me nigga.

And that lame ass job that you working,

it definitely ain't gonna help.

- Man look you don't know shit about me nigga.

I work my job, I hustle. Nigga I fuck my bitch.

Nigga I go to the studio and do what I'm doing, nigga.

- Yeah I know the streets talk

and the streets said you just a broke ass rap artist.

Heard you can't even pay for studio time.

- Man I don't wanna hear this sit bro. I'm out bro.

- alright, look bro.

Look, look, look before you leave

look for real on some real shit.

Let me put 10,000 in your pocket.

- You got 5 seconds bro.

(car revving)

(door slams)

- You do the hit and you get your money nigga. That simple.

That quick. You know how I operate.

I can't stand a deceitful ass nigga.

I need that nigga gone asap.

- I ain't with that shit no more bro.

- alright my guy. I respect your decision.

You got my number.

- Yeah.

When you wanna make some real money call me.

- Yeah I won't.

(knocking on door)

- What's this?

- I asked y'all ass time and time again.

Pay your damn rent on time!

- You finna put us out? Damn.

- Eviction of past due.

Hmm.

- Damn Tonya,

why the fuck you looking at me like you pissed off for?

- I am pissed the fuck off. Get this shit.

- What the fuck is this?

- An eviction notice, fool!

- I thought we paid the rent this month.

- You thought we paid the rent? Did you forget?

I had to borrow money from my mama,

last month for your half of the bills.

- I...

- Which was actually a month behind.

- I can fix this shit.

- You can't fix shit. I'm tired of hearing. I can fix it.

I can fix it. You sound like a broke ass record player.

I'm tired of hearing it.

- What the fuck that supposed to mean though?

- Look, if we get put out, this relationship is over.

- The fuck you mean over? So hold on hold it.

Cause a nigga having a hard time right now.

You just wanna bounce?

- Yea.

- Look Tonya just, just work with me.

I'm I, promise you. I'ma sell more dope.

I'ma do whatever the fuck I gotta do.

We not getting put out!

Man we straight. I got this shit. We straight, I got it.

- The fuck.

- Tonya, Tonya.

- Dang

(loudly sits down)

Jay.

Hey this Cram. We in fool. alright.

- Damn, what the fuck we go do?

- Fuck oh man.

♪ I know the bitch is official, but onto the streets

♪ I know she belongs to the streets

♪ I know that bitch is a freak, she belongs to the street

♪ But faking, but bitch came for me

♪ I know the bitch's are flukes and into the streets

♪ Yo, I met her one day I was mobbing

- Shit, okay. Send that shit.

I know your big ass is so comfortable.

I gotta go get me a Jay.

- Hello?

- Kayla, what's up baby? What's up sweet thang?

- What's going down babe?

- Shit, you know when big daddy hit you up

he need you to do a little favor.

- Anything.

- For sure. So look, this little Tony nigga.

I need you to set him up for that.

My nigga Cram go come through and handle that business.

- Okay look this is the plan. Take the nigga to the room.

Put on some of that sexy ass lingerie shit.

You know, you know,

make that nigga think he go get him some pussy.

You go in the bathroom right,

my nigga Cram go come out and take care it.

You get the dope, and bring it to me.

- Say less baby,

I just hope your nigga Cram know what to do.

- Don't worry about that baby. You just do your part.

My nigga the best at what he do.

You just make sure you do what I tell you to do.

And you know big daddy gonna take care of you and me

- alright then big daddy.

- Say less. Hit me up as soon as you get the dope.

Alright. This nigga X'd out.

(soft laughter)

♪ I know she belong to the streets

♪ I know the bitch is a fluke, she belong to the streets

♪ But faking but bitch came for me

♪ I know that bitch is a freak she belongs to the streets

♪ I know she belongs to the streets

♪ I know that bitch is a fluke she belongs to the streets

♪ But faking but bitch came for me

- Hey baby, what's up baby?

- What's going on boo?

- Damn you look good. Let me see that pussy baby.

- Calm down thirsty ass nigga.

- Look, this party's starting. Look at the money baby.

- I see it.

- Well, I like what you did what yourself. You so fine.

- Thank you.

Come on nigga lay down.

- Let me put everything down baby.

Mhm-mh-mh.

- Nigga calm your thirsty ass down.

- Man why you playing around?

Man gimme some of that pussy girl.

What's wrong with you?

Mhm-mh-mh.

Damn you fine baby.

- Where your rubbers?

- I ain't got no condoms girl.

- The fuck you mean you ain't got none. Nigga.

- Where you going? Awe man, what's up with that?

- This why I don't be fuck with your ass.

- Damn bro. Where you going with your fine ass?

Bitch you better give me some pussy.

Man god dog, I was finna tear that ass up girl, man.

- Open your eyes nigga. Nigga be still. Be still.

- What's up bro?

- This your worst motherfucking nightmare.

- Man, what's up man?

- Nigga you been stealing from Jay?

Now you gotta suffer the consequences.

- No man no. No he got me mixed up man.

Me and Jay we go way back man.

I been hustling made all kinds of money for that man.

Shit man. Don't kill me man.

Let me live. Take the money right there.

I got kids man. Don't kill me man.

- Nigga you ain't give a fuck about your kids

you lying up with a hoe.

- Man fuck you man.

- Shut the fuck up.

- Fuck Jay too motherfucker.

(gunshot cracks)

- Taking all this shit.

- Oh my god. What the fuck!

I'ma tell Jay.

This nigga just really stole his drugs like that.

Oh my god. Jay gone kill me. What the fuck! What the fuck!

Oh he gone fucking kill me. This nigga laid up here dead.

(heels clicking)

♪ Hoe. I know she belongs to the streets

♪ I know that bitch is a freak, she belongs to the street

♪ But faking but bitch came for me

♪ I know that bitch is a freak she belongs to the streets

♪ I know she belongs to the streets

♪ I know that bitch is a freak, she belongs to the street

♪ But faking, but bitch came for me

♪ I know the bitch's are freaks she belongs to the streets

♪ I know that she belongs to the streets

♪ I know the bitch's are freaks she belongs to the streets

♪ But faking, but bitch came for me

- Awe shit. That nigga Cram.

What's up. Cram.

- [Cram] Aye what it do nigga.

- What's up with it?

- [Cram] Aye it's done bro.

- Shit. My guy. Aye your package in the mailbox.

Nice doing business with you my boy.

- [Cram] alright bro.

- I knew that nigga was gone come through.

(gun clicks)

♪ I know plenty niggas had to use Prada hoe

♪ You driving one game on me like you not a hoe

♪ The truth be told your first day, you getting fucked hoe

♪ And I ain't tryna down you bitch, but you nothing

♪ But you nothing

- Cram. Got damn nigga you gone day dream on my clock?

- Nah man just thinking. I got a lotta shit on my mind.

- Thinking? Nigga I don't pay you to think.

I pay you to work.

- [Cram] Man fuck that I ain't dealing with this shit today.

- God damn. God damn. Y'all not working motherfucker.

- You know you go get fired

for talking to Mr. Terry like that.

- Aye man fuck Mr. Terry and this tired ass job.

- Fuck Mr. Terry?

- Nah you must've came up on some money or something cause

if you then forgot, nigga you broke.

- I ain't came up on no money.

I'm just tired of the same shit day after day.

- I hear you, I hear you.

- Aye tell Mr. Terry I'm finna bounce man.

- Nigga you bold, but alright I got you.

(loud instrumental music)

- [Cram] Aye what's up Swift.

- Aye man didn't I tell your motherfucking ass

don't be coming to my studio

if you ain't got my motherfucking money.

- Damn bro, you gone give me time

to bless you this cash? Nigga damn.

- Awe, okay, okay. I see that's what I'm talking about.

- Yeah I just paid your ass nigga. Come on and record me.

- [Swift] Shit lets do it then.

♪ Dopeman bitch. What the fuck did you thought

♪ I fucked your bitch with no sweet

♪ Then told that hoe to lost

- I fuck with that.

- Cram makes a lot of fucking, I'ma see bout my damn self.

Speaking of that motherfucker,

I'm finna call his ass real quick.

See this nigga.

- [Cram] What, what, what, what?

- What's up man, when your ass coming back to work?

You know Mr. Terry talking about firing your ass bro.

If you ain't dead, or about to die,

or in the fucking hospital, he gone fire your ass.

- [Cram] Right Mr. Terry can kiss my ass.

Don't need that minimum wage ass job. Bitch I'm straight.

- alright G, if you say so.

Damn, alright Mr. Terry I'm coming.

Damn. alright G, let me get back to work,

bro I'ma holla at you.

- [Cram] You can have that shit G.

- alright G.

Gotta do all this fucking work by my damn self, shit.

- Tonya I got a surprise for you.

- The only surprise you can do is pay the fucking rent.

- Shut your smart ass mouth up girl.

- Oh what's this?

- Oh you smart.

- Damn!

- Pay the rent, pay the rent.

- Look. Take this and pay the rent for the rest of the year.

- Oh-wee. You know I like when you in boss mode baby.

- Yeah that's what I do.

And I got you some more gifts right here.

- Oh. Come on babe. About to take care of you.

- Yeah.

- Come on bring your ass.

Gonna give you some of this good pussy. You ready?

- Come on with it.

- All them motherfucking gifts you just got me.

- You know I gotta take care of you baby.

- Always do.

- Come on sugar, come on.

(soft music playing)

- Fuck.

♪ Whats crazy is, you thought you was a step ahead of me

♪ But this aint even too small for you to play around in

♪ You tryna creep without me finding out about it

♪ But I know everybody

♪ Move just like you move, do the shit that you do

♪ Loving you, pull a you on you, yeah

♪ But I ain't even gone trip, not even a little bit

♪ I'm about to do what I do and run it back, come talk to me

♪ I can get all my you shit. I can get all my

♪ I can get all my. I can get all my. I can do what you did.

♪ I can put you in my shoes. I could've did you dirty.

♪ I could've dropped the 38 on you, and swerve it yeah.

♪ I can get all my own shit

- Damn!

Why in the fuck haven't I heard from

this Candy bitch about my dope?

Fuck. Let me call fucking Keisha.

Bet she can tell me something.

She can tell me fucking something.

Cause this bitch know I don't fucking play no games.

(dial tone)

- [Keisha] Hello, what's up Jay baby? What can I do for you?

- Keisha. What's up baby?

Have you seen this Candy bitch around anywhere?

- Nah, I ain't seen her no where.

- Look, I need you to do me a favor.

I need you to find any information

on this bitch whereabouts,

- [Jay] and location and get back with me ASAP.

Can you handle that?

- Yeah I can do that for you.

- You can't let her know that it's me knowing. alright?

- Alright. I got you.

- You know daddy take care of you.

- [Keisha] alright.

- Yeah.

Bitch know she can't get away from Jay. My fucking city man.

Hey let's go.

- Hello Jay.

I don't know where this bitch at

but I did find out her best friend name Alicia.

She be over there at that landing spot.

Heard she had a black car.

- Black car, Alicia?

Shit, say no more. That's all the information that I need.

You know how I love you baby? I'll send you something.

- [Keisha] alright, love you too I got you.

- alright. Hey lets roll.

♪ When I walk up out the house I get that Draco

♪ If I'm mobbing in my car, I talk to Draco

♪ Bitch you flying at the mouth. Go see this Draco

♪ I said this Draco

- Black car. Black car. Bingo.

- Aye Jay. Jay, Jay-Jay. You got something I can hold man?

- The fuck wrong with you? You seen Alicia?

- No.

- Get the fuck outta here then.

- Jay, I just want something to hold bro.

- Don't you ever in your fucking life touch me again.

You bugged? Do you hear me?

Get your ass outta here

and get that shit off your lip or something.

- Jay bro I just want something to hold.

Bro you got something?

- I swear to god TJ you know what type of cat I am. Right?

- alright, alright.

- You know that right?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Alright then look take this,

take this and get the fuck up outta here alright.

And if I get to hear you

fucking around I'ma blow your fucking brains out TJ.

Black car.

(keys jingle)

- Who the fuck are you, and why the fuck are you in my car?

- Where the fuck is Candy?

- I don't know no fucking Candy. Who the fuck are you?

- I ask the questions, not you. Now where the fuck is Candy?

- I don't know no fucking Candy. Get your ass out my car.

- Bitch you better tell me an address or something.

Now where the fuck is Candy?

- I don't know no Candy.

- I swear to god this shit is serious.

- I'll stick it right to your fucking head,

full of bullets if you don't tell me

where the fuck Candy is, right now.

- Please don't shoot me. I don't know no Candy.

- You know Candy. You gone have to tell me.

I'ma get the address. You think I playing?

You fucking think I'm playing? Huh!

Tell me where Candy is now!

- Why you didn't ask one of Candy's tricks or something?

I'm not her fucking keeper.

I don't know where the fuck Candy is.

- Tell Candy that I'm looking for her and I want my shit!

Or next time you think you gone lie to Jay.

You'll be taking a fucking bullet for your friend.

- Okay nigga damn. Ain't nobody lying to you.

Get your ass out my car!

- Stupid bitch.

(scary music)

- Candy better answer this motherfucking phone.

Bitch fuck that code!

Jay is looking for your ass he just put a gun up to my head.

You my bitch now, but I'm not taking no bullet for you.

You need to call him ASAP.

Bitch it don't matter how he know we friends.

Motherfucker the streets talk.

And he know that I know you and he's looking for your ass.

So you need to call him.

- Swift, what up B?

- Cram what it do. What you trying to do?

You tryna get some studio time? Same time as usual?

- Yep, yep, yep.

But I got a lot of shit on my mind too bro.

I need to be in this bitch all day.

But look, I figured since I been spending money with you

for about the last month, you'll front me for

the couple hundred this time bro.

- 200. What the fuck is 200?

I can't do nothing. This a business nigga.

This aint no motherfucking charity case.

Where the fuck is the money man?

- Damn bro you gonna talk to me like that,

nigga I been spending money with you all fucking month.

- Nigga. Now you for real. This ain't friendship.

This business. Fuck is wrong with you?

Nigga I got paying clients coming right now.

- Give me my shit man.

That's right when I come back I'ma own this bitch.

- Fuck all that bro. You just gotta roll bro.

- What's wrong baby?

- Everything. Like what?

It can't be that bad that you can't fix it.

You know you can talk to me.

- No it's worse than bad.

- What the fuck you do?

- I can't tell you.

Man before you get to talking that shit,

I'm finna fix this shit.

- Here we go with this shit.

Tell me what the going on with you now.

- Man, I started hustling a little more.

Man listen before you get the saying all that shit,

I was hustling a little more.

Man I quit that motherfucking tire shop shit.

- Cram!

- Yeah! Man that shit was slowing me down.

Man fuck Mr. Terry.

How you think I was able to buy you all that fly shit?

And then pay the whole fucking rent up

for a whole year.

Man, come on man. Stop man bitching man.

- I can't believe you would quit your damn job.

You right though.

You made sure you paid the rent off,

and gave me some fly new shit.

But you need to call Mr. Terry

and ask him for your job back Cram.

- I am. I'm finna go up there.

Hey, thank you for understanding right?

- You're welcome.

- Damn bro I don't think I can do it here man. (indistinct)

What's up Mr. Terry?

- What you want Cram? I'm busy.

- Aye man, I just wanna try to get my job back man.

I been going through some shit.

I been, I know I've been outta pocket man.

I been going through shit with my girl.

It's just, everything just crashing down man.

Lemme just come back to work Mr. Terry.

- Cram. You so full of shit nigga you need 2 ass holes.

I'm just letting you know.

And if it wasn't for your daddy.

Me and him going way back in the day,

I'd tell you get the fuck out my face nigga.

But that's the only reason why

I'm letting you step foot back in this motherfucking shop.

- Thank you.

- But I'ma tell you something about y'all young niggas man.

It's all about loyalty man.

You ain't loyal to me

cause you don't even take this job seriously.

- Yes, yes I do. Yes I do.

- No you don't.

- Yes I do.

- But then when the streets get hot, and your hustle get low

here you come back begging with them

extra husky ass bitches on. Man pull your pants up.

- Yes sir.

- I'm telling you Cram, you keep riding these streets

you gonna be running for your life when its a bad nigga.

Hard head make a soft ass.

- I understand Mr. Terry. Thank you.

- Now go on and get back to work

before these motherfuckers think I done got soft.

I ain't soft by far.

God damn! These niggas been raising my blood pressure up.

- Damn Mr. Terry let you back in here?

- Yep.

- Good to see you bro.

- Good to see you too.

I shole don't need to be in this bitch.

- I feel that.

- [Mr. Terry] Man y'all get y'all asses back to work.

God damn.

- Welcome back to the same old bullshit.

- Same old Mr. Terry. Same old shit.

(Mr. Terry yelling)

- I told you I was get your fucking ass.

(Jay and Alicia struggling)

- Now what you go do is take me to fucking Candy right now,

or I'ma blow your fucking brains out.

- Please don't kill me! No!

- See. See.

(loud scream)

See how easy that was? Now take me to fucking Candy.

And hurry the fuck up!

(door slam)

I don't give a fuck what you tell her.

Just tell her you on the way to get me in the fucking house.

Do you hear me? Now!

(ominous music)

- Hey girl. Hey, I was in the neighborhood.

I just wanted you to see my new shoes

that I just got from the mall.

- Okay girl come on through. And you better had got me some.

- Yeah girl. Okay I'll be there in a second.

- Now shut the fuck up and drive.

- Please don't do nothing to my girl.

- Shut the fuck up and drive!

- You're such a hard headed bitch.

(Jay mumbling)

(Knocking on door)

- Candy girl it's me. Open the door.

- [Candy] Hey girl what's going on?

- Candy girl I'm so sorry.

- [Candy] What the fuck!

- Well, well, well. Ms. Candy.

- What's up baby.

- Jay.

- Have you been avoiding me?

- Jay. It's nothing like that.

- That's what it look like.

- Jay it's nothing like that.

- Where's my dope?

- I don't have nothing Jay.

- I'ma ask you one more motherfucking time,

before I blow your fucking brains out.

- [Alicia] Don't hurt her!

- Where's my dope?

- I don't have it. I don't have it.

- You better shut the fuck up. Right fucking now.

Give me 2 seconds why I shouldn't

blow your fucking brains out right now.

- Listen, listen Jay. Your boy Cram took it.

- You lying deceitful ass bitch!

- I'm not lying.

- You go lie to me about my nigga taking my dope?

- Your nigga took the dope!

I seen him, bag full. You see me!

- I'ma check into it. But if I find out you lying,

I'ma come back and I'ma kill you and that bitch.

- [Candy] Are you okay?

- Yeah help her fix her fucking eye.

- I can't believe this shit. What the fuck I'ma do?

My god. Ugh.

What the fuck I'ma do? Girl!

He looking for me. Jay looking for me.

I gotta fix this shit. I gotta fix. it I gotta fix it!

Shit is crazy! Fuck!

- I'm out of here.

- Okay babe. Have a good day at work.

- alright.

- See you later.

- alright.

(door slams)

(cars driving)

- Excuse me, miss thang! Damn you sexy as hell!

- Can I introduce myself? Before I do, do you have a man?

- Yeah I got a man.

- Like to take good care of you too.

- Yeah he do.

He just got me this expensive necklace I got on.

- Oh I see. What he do?

- He work at a tire shop.

- Tire shop? So that's all it take.

A tire shop job to take care of a sexy as woman like you?

- I mean he hustle a little bit here and there.

- Oh okay, okay.

Well I don't want to take up your day.

I'ma let you enjoy your day. It was nice meeting.

- Sure.

- Hope I see you again.

- You too.

(door slams)

- God damn Cram, huh? I'ma get his ass though.

Think he slick. I'ma get his ass one way or another.

I'm go get, his ass!

Get his motherfucking ass.

(engine starting)

♪ I'ma keep it gangster, I'ma keep it gangster

♪ Money 'round women when I serve that's gangster

♪ I'ma keep it gangster, I'ma keep it gangster

♪ Four, five, whips for the summer that's gangster

♪ I'ma keep it gangster, I'ma keep it gangster

- Damn that motherfucking clean.

That's how I'ma roll soon as my career take of bro.

- You got some big dreams.

You aint never go get a car like that.

Working at an old tire shop like this.

Man I'm just being honest.

- [Cram] How can I help you boss?

- Hey Papi. Can I get someone to look at my rear.

Think my tires losing air.

If it has a leak, change it to my spare.

- Pop the trunk boss.

Don't call me boss. Call me Hakim.

- Okay.

- Do me a favor. You close my trunk.

Don't slam it. Press the button.

- alright.

- Is there somewhere where I can get something to eat?

- Yeah go down there, right there to the left.

They got the best chips.

Soon as you go down there, turn left.

- Right down here?

- You go see it its the first building.

- Yep.

- Thank you.

- alright.

♪ Hard boys, snub nose

♪ My adversaries talking bout touching me

♪ My baby mom said she ain't got trust in me

♪ I swear the god yo, my blood is watching me

♪ And it's fucking with me, all this fuckery

♪ I'm still eating, it aint no suffering

♪ I'm always loaded up, why you buffering

♪ You supposed to be loving me but you cutting me

♪ And its fucking with me, all this fuckery

♪ Speed on before you get beat on

♪ Cause you been caught in a spot that you don't belong

♪ I know you fuck boys, you want to buck at me

♪ Throw some slugs at me, leave with the fuckery

♪ You got the right to bear arms, so call me octopus

(Inaudible dialogue)

♪ I be on money shit. That grimy shit that greedy shit

♪ I be on the block, when its locked tryna be the bitch

♪ I be posted up, on my spot moving keys and shit

♪ I'd rather die on my feet than live on knees, you bitch.

♪ And when you're sleeping with dogs

♪ You gone catch fleas and shit

♪ She tried to stick her hand in my cash,

♪ So I beat the bitch

♪ RIP Big Bay and free Big Ron

♪ Don't ride for drama hard boys phenomenal

♪ You bitch

♪ My adversaries talking bout touching me

♪ My baby mom said she ain't got trust in me

♪ I swear the god yo, my blood is watching me

♪ And it's fucking with me, all this fuckery

♪ I'm still eating, it aint no suffering

♪ I'm always loaded up, while you buffering

♪ You supposed to be loving me but you cutting me

♪ And its fucking with me, all this fuckery

♪ I see the look in your eyes and that shit stuck with me

♪ Stabbing me in my back it aint no option

♪ Heavy weight, with no rocks in

♪ But I simply move in these streets

♪ Aint got nothing to prove in these beats

♪ I'm a beast nigga, hustle nigga we getting guap

♪ Money make it won't never stop

♪ Hit the block and we set up shop

♪ And we boom out, champions get the broom out

♪ We stronger then we fall, you ain't on clear the room out

♪ We blacking out, hood spots we packing out

♪ Too late nigga, no backing out

♪ Sell that hoe or we can sack it out, straight trappin' out

♪ Now that's OG, for all the hustlers that know me

♪ Deep in this shit since '03

(inaudible dialogue)

- All good. Thank you very much.

- [Cram] Send us some business boss

- Pleasure brother.

[Chris] Damn that's a nice ass car.

- Maybe one day. Man fuck a dream I'ma have to do this shit.

- Damn, that car was nice as hell too.

- Yeah, it was clean. But fuck that.

I'm about to make this shit a reality nigga.

- There you go again man. Do all that shit talking.

- Look nigga, I'm about to blow.

You wanna be a part of this shit

come by my house lets get our work nigga.

I got something for you.

- alright.

- Hey Tonya, come here.

- What's up babe?

- Ohh wait! I can have all this?

- Man stop being greedy.

- Damn.

- I need you leave for a minute.

You can go buy you something.

- When can I get more?

- It's always about the money ain't it?

- It's always about the money Big Dog.

- Just take that. Don't be there all day.

I'm finna take care of some business.

You ain't gotta count that on me. Damn.

- Thank you baby.

- Hurry up.

- I'ma be back later. Come back with some sexy shit.

See you later babe.

(knocking on door)

- Who is it?

- [Chris] Hey it's Chris, Cram open up man.

- Come on in.

- What's up G you feeling good?

- Yeah.

- The fuck is all this shit?

- Nigga shut up and listen.

This shit here bouta change our fuckin' lives.

But I ain't got the call for all this.

That's why I called you. Is you in?

- Hell yeah I'm in!

Man we finna sell this shit so damn quick.

You know what I got the perfect nigga to call too.

But he don't trust people like that.

So you gone have to let me handle that shit

on the deal side.

But, we can sell this shit real quick too.

How much you think all this shit worth though?

- We talking illegal.

1.2 million nigga. That's like 30 bricks.

- 1.2 million.

- Yeah. Make the call. Make it do what it do.

I got you, I got you. Hold up. Hold up.

Hey what up cuz? Yeah man, yeah.

Hey look man there's a white girl I want you to meet bro.

Yeah. Man she about 25. Man pure as snow G you already know.

Alright say less. I'm on the way. alright.

Alright G, I'ma go meet up with him right quick.

- Aye. Make sure you take care of business.

- I got this.

- Don't go for no fool game shit bro.

- alright. I got this dude. Trust me.

- It's my shit bro.

- I got you. This our shit.

But I got you. Got you, trust me.

It's go be all good from here G.

I'ma call you. I'ma call you when I get back, alright?

Or I'ma call you when I finish. I'ma be out the way though.

- Stay dangerous nigga, stay safe.

- alright G, you too.

- alright.

- I'ma be back.

(suitcase rolling)

(knocking on door)

- What's up?

- You alright cuz?

- Yeah, you got it looking like that?

- Tryna be discreet my nigga.

(inaudible dialogue)

- The fuck. The fuck is that?

- Man it's that white. It's a white girl.

- Let me see that bitch then.

- Come on.

- The fuck. How a nigga like you, get dope like this?

- It's my partner man. Don't worry bout it.

- Nigga pass me that knife over there.

- Damn G. You just got this shit ready?

- Hell yeah nigga. You know how I get down.

Awe hell yeah. I tell you what though.

This shit better not come back to me nigga

or that's your motherfucking ass.

- G you ain't gotta worry bout that shit bro.

This shit good man. Trust me.

- Yes sir. This what I've been looking to see.

- Yeah, now get this shit and get the up outta here nigga.

I got business to handle.

- That's how you go handle your damn cousin bro?

- Yeah. Business before anything.

- Man, whatever bro.

- I tell you what though.

This shit better not come back nigga.

- It's gone be good bro. Trust me.

- Alright nigga.

- I'ma holla at you though. Be safe.

- Call me nigga.

- alright I got you.

- This shit crazier than a motherfucker.

Where my phone? I need to make some connects.

God damn. Shit, it's a lot of coke.

- Call Cram right quick. Let him know shit done with.

- [Cram] What's up thug.

- Man what's up G? It's done man.

- [Cram] Damn nigga, that was fast.

I thought you was a lame ass hell.

- Nah nigga.

Man I used to do this shit all the time growing up bro.

You know I used to do this shit with my pops,

before he got killed.

He got killed sitting there trying to,

one of his homeboys got jealous of him and his work,

dropped that nigga real quick.

But after that, I kind of just did this shit on my own.

You know what I'm saying?

I went and got this money.

Took the money that I had,

just started working over there at the tire shop.

- Damn Chris you ain't lame after all.

- You funny nigga.

I'm finna be on my way with the money though, alright?

- alright cuz.

- alright G, see you soon.

(knocking at door)

- Whoa. My main man.

- What's up G? You alright?

- Oh yeah.

- Good, good.

- Glad to see you.

- I got the money order G. Say look at this shit. Bam!

- The fuck I'm talking about. That's what I'm talking about.

- Yeah. What you go do with all that cash though?

- Man look, I'm about to make something happen.

Look Chris, stay low, stay low key.

Man don't go out running your motherfucking mouth bro.

Keep taking your head to work bro.

- Man. Nigga you act like you stole a dope or something.

Speaking of that shit though.

Who you get that shit from anyways.

- Man fuck where it came from. That's old news.

All you need to know is we got paid.

Hey but on another note. Was your connect straight.

Did they ask you any question?

- Awe no, he ain't really ask me much man.

You know he was just trying to make sure that

the dope that I gave wasn't dirty.

But I assured him it was clean though. We straight.

- Good deed dude.

- Got you, got you.

- Get your red head ass out of here bro.

- Nigga whatever. Take my damn money.

- Alright Charlie Brown.

- alright, peace out bro.

- Go to work nigga.

- Ooh! Fuck these folks off!

Awe I'm finna fuck these folks off.

- Swift what up nigga?

- Fine. What it do? What you got going bro?

- I told when I come back. I was go buy this bitch didn't I?

- You gone buy this motherfucker.

- I'ma buy the studio man.

- You mean you gonna buy this motherfucker?

- Nah, I'm just bull shitting.

I know you work hard for your little studio.

- Aye consider this my rental fee.

I can record when I need to.

- Oh. Okay, okay.

- We good?

- Yeah we good. We definitely good.

- Alright. Say less.

- We good, we good.

- Aye, you Cram man?

- Yeah, yeah what up with you?

- Can I get your signature?

- Awe yeah. For sure.

Appreciate this big dog

- Thank you. Thank you.

- Cram is that you?

- Yeah me what?

- Damn don't be like that.

I just wanted to speak.

From what I heard they call you Big Dog?

- Yeah, I'm the Big Dog around this like motherfucker.

Man mater fact I ain't fucking with you right now.

Number 1 you my girls friend.

Number 2 man last time I tried to fuck with you,

you ditched me. So fuck you.

- Cram. Let me make it up to you.

Sometimes I can be an arrogant bitch.

- Make it up like hoW?

- Follow me and I'll show you.

I promise I'll make it worth your while.

- Yeah, alright.

- Oh Big Dog. I been wanting some of that

Big Dog meat since I first saw you.

- That right? You ready for it?

- Yeah I am.

- I'ma knock your back out.

- Shit stop talking and do it then nigga.

(sex sounds)

- Call me Big Dog.

- Yes Big Dog.

(sex sounds)

Damn I see why Tonya is so bad for you.

- Aye look don't brin her name up right now man.

Matter fact. This shit here between me and you.

Nobody don't need to hear about this shit here period.

You feel me?

- Oh I feel you.

- Matter fact I gotta bounce though.

- alright, you know where I live. You got me anytime.

- There go my man. What's up baby?

- What's up love.

- You ain't miss me?

- Yeah but.

- No you didn't.

- What's up?

- What's up with you? Why acting tired and shit.

- I just wanna chill.

- Fuck you mean you wanna chill?

- I wanna chill.

- Chill for what?

I bet not find you were fucking with another bitch.

- Man ain't nobody fucking with no damn bitch.

- Oh yeah. You must've forgot I know you nigga.

The Cram I know don't turn down this good pussy.

You a fucking liar.

- I just wanna chill.

- You just wanna chill.

- Damn!

- Fuck you! You go wish you had some of this shit.

- I don't feel like bull shitting.

- Whatever. Fuck you!

♪ All the time I'm thinking bout, gettin' it everyday

♪ Nigga I'ma dog next to hood hoes

♪ Yeah they love me and they praise a nigga

♪ Like the coins do

(car slowly revving)

- God Damn.

It's hard the open the door, this futuristic shit.

Papi! What's going on Papi? Migo. You got my...

- What's up

- What's going on? What's up?

- Aye man.

- God damn.

- Watch who you talking to.

- God damn, ugly ass nigga.

- You wanna mess with me?

Hot dog walking looking ass nigga. What the fuck!

- This nigga look like he drink the juice

out the iron and shit man.

I'm just out here in the cold waiting.

Give me my shit man. God damn.

Lil' pants ass nigga.

- Fucking niggas!

- What the fuck?

- Stole my fucking bricks!

- Hold on, hold on, hold on.

- You talk too much shut the fuck up.

- Hold on, lemme' tie my shoe first bro.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

(loud gunshot)

- You shot that nigga all over me.

- Just clean this shit up.

Put you in your motherfucking spot.

- Help a nigga man.

- Get your ass up.

- Bitch you better

(speaks in foreign language)

- God damn.

- I got this.

(suspenseful music)

- Come in.

- [Miguel] How you doing my friend?

- May I help you sir?

- I would like to know the 2 guys

just worked on my vehicle, a couple days ago.

They here?

- Oh no sir. You're talking bout' Chris and Cram.

Matter fact, both of them

motherfuckers called in today.

I'ma fire both them motherfuckers.

Ain't neither one here today.

- Look my friend, I would like to give them

something to show my gratitude for there services.

- Okay.

- Can I give it to them personally? When will they be here?

- You can give it to me if you want to.

- No. No, no, no. I need to give it to them myself.

I would like to show my gratitude.

- Okay, well they'll probably be in tomorrow.

Check back tomorrow. I'm pretty sure they will.

They better be.

- Tomorrow?

- Yes sir. They better be.

- Thank you my friend.

- They'll be be back tomorrow. alright sir.

- Good evening.

- alright, same to you.

- (tires turning)

- [Cram] Yo.

- What's poppin'?

- How you doing nigga?

- What you got going on?

- Come on nigga, lets get to it.

- Awe yeah, you know I had to come up here nigga.

Shit. I ain't got shit else to do. Fuck you got going on?

- Yeah I do like the um

- Oh yeah. What you think about them (indistinct)

- I fuck with them. I fuck with them bro.

Let me get this right quick. Let me get this.

Hello?

(group chattering)

- What? Man that's bullshit, I already told you what's up.

I'm at the studio. Right.

- Oh Crim.

- Yo. What up bro?

- What's happening?

- You know what it is.

- Always.

- I'ma be there til' I get done at the studio.

Stop bullshitting.

(group chattering)

- alright. Fuck.

Oh Stacey ass! What's up baby?

Man at the studio. Come and see me. Got something for you.

Say no more. alright.

- Cram get your ass off the phone and get in here bro.

Lets get this joint going.

- You know how these women be.

She just called trying to check up on me

see when I'm coming to the house bro.

- We see you checked in.

- Man come on bro, it aint like that bro.

(loud laughter)

Man y'all got me fucked up. Bro. Let's get back to this bro.

Let's get back to what we was doing bro.

- Nothing wrong with a check-in.

- Oh okay then.

(loud laughter)

- It's over.

- Yeah. Hide the adlibs sometimes, just gotta let it,

- Just let it flow

- Yeah.

(loud laughter)

- I fuck with it.

- I fuck with it nigga for real.

- Oh no. That's that real life.

- Straight up.

- Shit, this is real life. What you talking bout'?

- I mean real life! Real life!

- This is real life.

(loud laughter)

- You know what I mean.

- You lookin' stealth in them pants

and I see that you can dance.

Move that body like you working in a shaker understand?

Got me thinking bout' banging and I know I can't do it

but for now I'm only drinking everything you don't presume.

- Bro.

- What's going on bro?

- What's up with you?

- Good man. What you got going?

- Same ole', same ole'. What about you?

- Just coming up here to holler at you

bout' your boy Chris man.

- What's up with him?

- I seen the boy at the mall man, got all types of shit.

- Get the fuck outta here bro.

I'm tellin' you man, y'all doing it like that

at the Tire shop. I need to be up there.

- Man we ain't making no

motherfucking money like that at the Tire shop.

Bro don't pay that shit no mind bro.

Bro probably fucking with some random bitch.

Got some income tax. Some scamming shit going on bro.

Pay that shit no mind bro.

- Bro you crazier then a motherfucker.

But look, aye you need to tell your boy.

These niggas out here is hungry bro. They gone get him.

- Man say no more. I appreciate you telling me.

I'm finna hit his ass up right now.

- Alright, no problem.

- Hello.

Chris. Bro come to the studio ASAP.

Bro I need to holla at you ASAP.

Alright.

- [Chris] Aye What up Cram G? What you need homie?

- Aye nigga, what the fuck you been doing?

Nigga just came here and told me you stunting and shit.

Bro I told you to lay low bro.

- G. I got all this fucking bread and

you tell me a nigga can't spend his own cash?

What kind of shit is that?

- Look homie, I'm just telling you dog,

you need to chill the fuck out.

Man don't need no nosey motherfuckers in our business bro.

- Nigga I'm chill as hell. Look chill as fuck bro.

- Man get your chilled as the fuck up outta here bro.

I got something important finna go on bro.

- Damn G, you always fucking hating.

- And lame ass shit.

- I got all this cash. I can't fucking spend my shit.

What kinda shit is this?

- You go get shit fucked up.

- Nigga ain't shit gone happen.

- [Cram] Man Stacey,

we don't need to be doing this shit bro.

- If you won't tell. I won't tell.

- Yo ass crazy man.

- Shit. That's my middle name.

- We gone see.

- Oh Cram. I can't get enough of you.

Oh your big dick feels good.

- What the fuck y'all doing?

- Tonya! No!

- Bitch you got me fucked up!

- Babe. Babe. Babe.

- Im'a kill the both you motherfuckers.

- Come on baby, it ain't like that.

- Get the fuck on!

- No!

- Aint neither one of y'all worth me going to jail for.

Y'all can have it. Fuck! Bitch!

- Tonya no!

- Yeah bitch. Cry hoe.

Y'all can have each other.

- No.

- Shut your bitch ass up hoe.

Cram! Don't come back to my motherfucking house.

Done with your motherfucking ass! Fuck!

- Tonya!

- Cram. I'm so sorry.

- Leave bro. Get the fuck up out of here man.

- What!

- You need to roll.

(loud crying)

- I can't believe this.

- Shit man!

- Fuck!

- She can't get no fucking verse on.

(knock on door)

- Come in.

I'll be damned.

Chris I know you ain't walking your ass up in here man

like everything is all straight.

And everything all gravy man. The fuck you want?

- Mr. Terry, will you please give me my job back?

Look I had a lot of family stuff going on. Right.

You know I had like family stuff and all the stuff in the

streets right now. You know what I'm saying?

Like me and my money right now is going low.

I didn't realize how I lucky I was. You know how,

how good I had it when I was up here. You know what I mean?

Like I'm realizing that now.

Could you please give me my job back?

I'm, I'm begging you right now.

Please let me get my job back.

- Well look man.

The only reason why I'm letting you come back,

is cause' I let that sorry ass Cram come back.

But I'ma tell you something.

Whatever this fuck shit y'all got going on,

the shit ain't right. It ain't no good.

Whatever the fuck y'all doing.

My senses tell me the shit fucked up.

So, I'ma let you come back but

you fuck up one more time I'ma fire your ass.

- It ain't gone happen again.

- But when I fire your you ass you ain't coming back.

- I got you. I got you.

I promise you ain't gone...

- I don't believe that shit man. Well go on.

- You gone see. I promise you. I'm finna go sweep right now.

Right now I'm finna go sweep.

- Well get the big broom. Not the little broom. God damn it.

- That's all we got, the little broom.

- Shit. I don't know what these niggas got going on.

- Cram. I been trying to get a hold of your ass man.

Why you look like you just lost

your best friend or something?

- What you want man? I ain't in the mood for this shit.

- Look man, I just came by to tell you,

I went back to work at that fucking hell hole.

- Don't tell me your a dumb ass fucked up all your money?

- Man you guessed that shit right G.

I had to even go beg Mr. Terry for my job back man.

On top of that shit, I spent all my fucking cash.

- You a dumb ass nigga bro.

- Nigga. Fuck you. Alright.

Why this shit look like you been

staying in your damn studio?

See, what your ass should've done G.

Should've listened to me man.

You should've invested your money, got your own building,

got started, had your own studio and shit.

But instead, your ass over here worried bout' my cash.

- Nigga Tonya kicked me out bro.

- Damn, for real! What you do?

- Man been fucking Stacey.

She walked in Stacey riding my dick.

- See G, that's your problem man.

I told your ass bro.

You should've stopped fucking with these hoes.

I get it Stacey fine and all.

But you need to stop fucking with these hoes man. For real.

Damn.

- Yeah.

- One day you gone listen to my ass too.

I'm finna roll out though G.

- You up out nigga.

- Alright G. Stay dangerous.

- Trying to get Tonya on the phone.

This shit driving me crazy bruh.

- Alright.

- I like this. Okay.

- What's up girl!

- Girl, Hey!

- What's up!

- I'm so glad you here.

- I know, I'm so glad you called me.

- I needed some retail therapy

after that shit Cram did to me.

- I heard about that bullshit. What's the fucking sense?

- This bitch then fucked my nigga.

- That's why I'm telling you,

you can't trust these hoes around your life.

- You already know I should've never

trusted that bitch any motherfucking way.

- And she was never your friend anyway. I told you.

You wanna come up here and trust these females. It's cool.

- I miss that nigga though. I ain't go lie.

- Hey, how you ladies doing?

- Hey.

- How y'all doing?

- Good how you doing?

- Tonya right?

- That's right.

- Met you the other day. Tire shop boyfriend.

(soft laughing)

- You need a nigga like that. You hear me?

- Girl.

- Fuck a Cram. Cram who?

- I knew I'd see you again.

I knew I'd see you again.

I just wanted to give you that, which is my number.

Tell you to use that. This Tire Boy looking gummy.

- She gonna call you.

- Damn bitch. Dropped the niggas number

- If she don't I will.

- Girl!

- That what you need. Cause' Cram ain't hitting no nothing.

You need you a new nigga in your life.

- That's still my nigga now.

- Girl.

- I miss my man.

Let's get back to shopping. God damn.

- Exactly.

- I'ma call that nigga tonight though.

- Find me some shit to wear,

in order to see that nigga actually.

- Cram doing him. Might as well call this nigga.

Call him. The fuck.

Fucking on my homegirl.

Let's see what the fuck this nigga doing.

(phone ringing)

Damn.

- [Jay] Hello.

- Hey Jay. This Tonya,

I'm tryna invite you over to sip some wine with me.

- [Jay] Is this who I think this is?

- I ain't know he was expecting but, this Tonya bro.

- [Jay] Oh shit yeah. I been waiting on this the whole time.

- You make me laugh. I like that.

Gone pull up. I got some shit we can sip on.

- [Jay] Say less. On my way now.

- I'll see you soon boo.

- [Jay] Sure will.

- Get myself some shit real quick.

(knocking on door)

- Oh its gotta be Jay.

What's up baby.

- What's up sexy?

- Come in, make yourself at home.

- Okay, thank you.

- Damn. So where's Tire Boy.

- Fuck him.

This nigga then fucking cheated on me with my best friend.

I broke up with that nigga.

- What?

- Yo, I just called you so you can keep me some company.

Man I'm tryna keep my man out my eyes.

- That nigga cheated on a fine ass girl like you.

Shit. I bet you don't even think about his ass.

- Hold on, lets drink this wine. Actually, fuck that wine.

- Fuck that wine. I'm glad you called me over.

- I'm finna grab it so we can go to the bedroom.

- Shit let's go.

- Let's go.

- This wine got me feeling good.

- Take this shit off.

- I don't fuck on the first night.

- You need to be cause you bouta

get some real nigga dick tonight.

- Give me that real nigga dick then.

- Your nigga a damn fool for leaving you like that.

- Oh I ain't, oh.

(sexual moans)

- I hope I ain't making no fucking mistake.

Oh. I hope I ain't making no mistake.

- Ain't shit a mistake about Jay baby.

You like that don't you?

- I love that shit. Fuck Cram.

Damn that shit was good.

- That was good. Huh?

- That shit was too good. It's more where that come from.

Like this.

- The fuck you doing?

- Shut the fuck up. Yeah.

Now call Cram. Get that nigga on the phone.

- He gone fuck you up, when he find out you got me nigga.

- Bitch shut up and call.

- Fuck you. Fuck you talking bout.

- You must wanna fucking die.

- Cram go fuck you up nigga!

- You wanna fucking die!

- He gone fuck you up! I'm calling him, move!

Babe come help me!

- Get the fuck out the way!

What's up nigga.

- [Cram] Who the fuck is this?

- Don't worry bout who the fuck this is.

I told you nigga I don't like disloyal ass niggas!

- Cram help!

- Shut the fuck up.

- [Cram] Jay man, Jay man. Look this between me and you.

- Cram come help me!

- Nah, nigga I gave you a motherfucking job to do,

and you couldn't get it done.

Just like the nigga I paid you to kill. You disloyal.

So if you want this bitch back, you gone do what I say.

I'll send you the location.

- Why you doing this?

- Look shut the fuck up and put some clothes on.

- I ain't got shit to do with this!

- Put your fucking clothes on.

- Damn!

- I don't give a fuck! You watch...

- I ain't got shit to do with you and Cram.

- If you don't put your fucking clothes on

right now you gonna die.

He gone find you here.

(inaudible arguing)

- So if he wants you, he gone bring me my dope.

Or he gone bring my 5...

- When Cram find out what you doing, he gone fuck you up!

- Get the fuck out of here.

- I'm putting my clothes on nigga!

- Let's go!

- Nigga gone fuck you up.

- Shut the fuck up.

We bouta see how much he really care about your ass.

- Let me go! Damn, let me go!

- Cram go fuck you up when he find out you got me.

- Speaking of Cram bitch.

- Jay. Jay. Jay. Man I'm sorry man.

Keep Tonya out this. This shit between us.

Man I got greedy. Man I fucked up.

- Nigga I don't give a fuck!

You want this bitch back, you gone give me my

motherfucking dope or $500,000 all in cash!

- Cram help me!

- It wasn't even no $500,000 man.

- Comes with interest nigga!

- Bro what you want me to do? I ain't got it?

- Fuck you!

- Look I don't give a fuck how you figure it out.

Just figure it out

if you want to see this bitch alive again.

- Cram help me. Cram!

- You better shut the fuck up. He'll find you dead.

- Hello? Hello?

Shit man! The fuck I done done.

I gotta get my bitch back bro.

- Stacey! Oh I'm so glad to see you.

Please help me bitch please.

Oh I'm so fucked.

What the fuck you doing?

- Tonya I'm sorry but I work for Jay.

- Oh my fucking god. You ain't fucking sorry bitch!

You ain't nothing but a trifling ass hoe.

- If I'm trifling.

Your nigga trifling, cause he had his dick

all up in this pussy.

- Oh! Bitch!

- And he loved every bit of it.

- When I get loose I'ma beat your motherfucking ass!

- You lucky I ain't loose.

- Get comfortable boo boo.

Cause you ain't going no where no time soon.

- My nigga finna come fuck y'all up.

- I should probably call,

(indistinct)

- Move bitch! I'ma snatch your motherfucking wig back!

When my nigga get here! Jay fuck you!

- [Jay] Bitch.

- My nigga go come. Cram. Cram please come!

(mysterious music)

- [Chris] Hey Cram, what's up?

- Man Chris I need your help man.

Come by the house right now bro.

- [Chris] Yeah G, what's wrong?

- Man I'll explain to you when you get here

come on right now bro.

- [Chris] Alright G. I'm on my way.

(knock on door)

- What's up G? What's up man? What's going on?

- Man Tonya been kidnapped bro.

- By who?

- Man a nigga named Jay.

- Whoa. A nigga named Jay?

- Yeah dog.

- Damn G. Hold on, hold on. What he want with Tonya though?

- To get back at me.

- For what? What you do?

- I did a job for the nigga.

I went and took some dope. But it was some money in there.

I end up getting the money,

but he had a bitch named Candy in the bathroom,

I just remember she was in that motherfucker.

She seen me leave bro.

- Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn G.

You know the fucking situation we in now?

- Nigga you act like he after you or something.

- G. Jay is my cousin.

- What?

- That's the nigga I sold the damn bricks to.

- Oh. This shit worse than worse.

Then this nigga, he asking for a certain amount of money.

My money low.

- Oh shit. Hold on, hold on, hold on..

Let me ask you something. Where did you get those bricks?

Shit, I might as well go on tell you.

You remember Hispanic dude

when he came to the shop in the Benz.

- Yeah what about him?

- Shit, he had bricks in the trunk.

When I went in the spare. When you went in the back.

- Cram. Please, please, please, please

tell me you did not steal bricks from this nigga.

Then I went and took the same bricks and took them to Jay.

- Something like that bro.

You know how fucked up this is?

What if that Mexican nigga go in the back of his trunk.

Look in his damn car see that we stole his bricks.

- Man stop worrying so much.

Nigga if the Mexican would've knew.

Man he'd have been pulled up on Mr. Terry.

Mr. Terry would've been said something bout' it by now bro.

- If you say so G. But what we gone do?

You and me still have to go get Tonya.

Because I can't be seen with you if Jay is there.

- Bro I just need you to find out

where he got my bitch at bro.

That's it bro. Just find out where she at bro.

- Alright G, I got you. We in some real shit right now.

Alright G, I'ma go ahead and call him real quick,

see what's going on.

Shit.

- Put it on speaker.

I'll put it on speaker but you gotta keep your cool.

- Put it on speaker.

(phone ringing)

- What's up young nigga?

- Aye, what's up cuz?

Man I was finna come through

and come slide through and see how you was doing.

- No the fuck you wasn't.

I already got something going on you nigga.

- What you got going on?

(Jay inaudible yelling)

- That nigga Cram owe me money, so I got his bitch!

- Word! Where, where she at?

- I got the bitch at the trap house

being run by one of my hoes.

- Oh, well damn G, I see you got on your plate

so I'ma just holla at you the next time then.

- Yeah, bye.

- Alright.

We know where she at.

- Aye, we gotta make plans.

We need to go over there and get her

and then just vent. Simple.

- G. This shit is not as easy as you making it sound.

- Man stop acting like a bitch bro.

- Man, whatever G.

We do, we can do this shit now

but just know Jay's ass is fucking crazy.

- Man fuck Jay. Lets go get her.

- Damn.

The door this way G.

(engine starts)

- Going to get your girl man.

- Shit

(indistinct)

- I don't like this G.

- It is what it is.

- Aye. Shut the fuck up! All that hollering.

- Fuck you!

- Look, I'm about to go and see

if this nigga got my motherfucking money.

If he don't you gone get a call.

Put bullet in that bitch head.

- I got you.

- Stacey you don't gotta do this girl.

Let me go. We grew up together. Let me free, please!

- Just consider this payback,

for all the years I was your little fucking shadow.

- Shadow?

- Bitch you had all baller niggas!

They bought you designer clothes.

- I can get you that.

- Thousand dollar hand bags.

- I can get you that!

- A nigga wouldn't give me the time of day.

But here it is.

Little ole' me got some of your baller ass nigga.

- Oh bitch! You better hope I don't get loose.

I'ma smack the fucking wig off you bitch!

- Bitch you move, and I'ma put a bullet

in your pretty little temple.

In fact, that's just what I'ma do.

Close your motherfucking eyes!

- I ain't closing shit.

If you go shoot me

bitch you better have your eyes open, ugly ass bitch!

- Say less.

- I'll take it.

- Cram! I'm so glad to see you baby. Let me, oh daddy.

Let me go. Fuck.

- I'm sorry.

- Hey look, aye you gotta go to your mama's house

'til I can find this Jay nigga.

- No!

- Hey look you gotta go to your mama house Tonya, you gotta.

Need to get this Jay nigga under control. Come on bro.

- Alright let's roll.

- Take care of my nigga please.

Cram I don't want you in these streets!

- [Chris] He gone be alright, I got his back.

- Better have his back.

(loud bass music)

- You want me to drop you off now?

I'ma come back alittle later.

(loud bass music)

- Man fuck you.

(loud bass music)

- Fuck you.

- Hide over in the back on the side of house.

I'll be over there. alright?

- So what you go do? Bring the nigga out.

Then want me to jump out with the strap?

- Yeah.

- Alright.

- Do that. Try and have a little conversation.

Just try to play the shit off.

Make it seem like ain't shit going on.

See it happening. And then you just come out when you ready.

- Alright.

(loud bass music)

- Where the fuck is this nigga man?

Look while we waiting on this nigga, little ashy baby.

Go around there and pick up that money. TT, TaTa.

What ever the fuck that nigga name is.

- If that nigga ain't got it. Lotion that niggas ass.

Sick of playing with these niggas.

- Say no more.

- And make it snappy man.

We got all the motherfucking business to happen.

- Okay.

- This nigga here man. Fuck with time man.

Fuck! Always your fucking kinfolk.

- Aye what up Jay.

Nigga stop playing.

- Whoa! The fuck bro!

- What man?

- 5 minutes bro.

- Nigga it's 5 minutes.

- I don't give a fuck!

5 minutes is my motherfucking money, nigga.

And you know that shit!

You always calling me nigga, you don't be wanting to

- Nigga will you calm down man, damn.

- What the fuck do you want bro?

- Nigga you shut the fuck up I'll tell.

But I need to talk to you man.

- You talking, but you aint talking nothing but shit.

- Say no more and fucking move nigga

- Are you fucking serious? The fuck! Nigga?

Are you serious nigga.

- I'm dead motherfucking serious.

- 1 motherfucking call, and that bitch is dead.

- And that bitch ain't gone do shit nigga.

That hoe a goner nigga. Now what.

- What the fuck is this nigga talking about?

The fuck is this nigga talking about?

- Aye look man, I'm sorry G!

(indistinct arguing)

(gunshot cracks)

- Fuck! Cram you just saved my life.

- You know you owe me. Man come on, come on.

- Fuck man.

Aye look man, I'm gone get outta here.

Don't call me for shit else. Alright?

- Yeah, I'm finna go home to my bitch nigga.

- Fuck man.

(tense music)

- Chris you always standing around man.

Get the broom and sweep up.

Dust something. Do something.

- Mr. Terry, why you always coming over here fussing?

- God Damn!

- You stay bugging me, damn.

- You know what?

I'll fire your ass for insubordination. Keep playing with me

- You ain't gone fire nobody.

- I'ma fire the shit out your motherfucking ass.

- And who gone work here?

(Mr. Terry mumbling)

- [Chris] Ain't shit to do, we aint got nothing going on.

- [Mr. Terry] Leaned up against the building, god damn.

- [Chris] What you want me do right now?

Ain't nothing we gotta do.

- [Mr. Terry] Man you can dust something man.

- [Chris] The whole fucking building need a new,

just get a new building.

- [Mr. Terry] Well, well, well.

Look what the cat then drug in. Must be feeling right.

- Good to see you too Mr. Terry.

- What up Cram

- What up Chris.

- You alright?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Hey Tonya.

- Hi Chris and thank you.

- [Mr. Terry] The hell she thanking you for?

- I went over there and fixed something in they house.

- [Mr. Terry] So now you fixing shit?

You don't fix a motherfucking thing around here.

Can't put toilet paper in the bathroom. Mines balled up.

- [Chris] Why don't you fix something. Get a new room.

- God damn!

- I see ain't shit changed around here. Same old Mr. Terry.

- [Chris] Same one. Old ass.

- Aye, me and Tonya bouta bounce.

We just cause' we was in the neighborhood Big Dog.

- Alright, y'all be safe.

- Alright.

- Mr. Terry, come get this baby ass broom.

- Yo, Nico. I need you and Ripp to look out for these 2.

I sent you a message. They stole from me. I need them gone.

Anyone close to them, gone.

They work at the Tire shop over on 2nd.

By the way, no fucking witnesses.

- Chris.

You know I'm glad to see Cram doing well, and you too.

Truth be told, y'all like the sons I never had.

I know, I talk a lot shit and I can be rough on y'all.

Just know that I care.

- Yeah, we definitely know you can be rough,

hard ass nails over here.

- Yeah you need to learn how to sweep the damn floor.

- See there you go.

- I'm sorry.

- You was doing good just then. You had a good moment.

- Yeah.

- Way to ruin it.

- Only thing you do is stand around,

looking like Chico DeBarge before he got on dope.

- Man.

(wind whistling)

(dark music)

- Hey. Evan.

- What's good?

- Nothing.

- I followed 1 of them home home.

It ain't the big one. It's the little one.

(soft chattering)

- Did you take care of him?

Gotta make him disappear.

Aye Papi, make him disappear.

- I got you. Say less homie.

- Mama

- Hey boo.

- What's going on with you?

- Ain't shit, ain't shit. Check this out.

- What's up?

- I need you to (indistinct)

get him there. How much to take care of it?

- You can gimme a couple hundred baby, I got you.

- It's a lot more where that comes from.

I'll see you in alittle bit. I appreciate you.

- Mhm.

(indistinct chattering)

- I got you. Thank you big daddy.

- Take care of that for me.

- Hit me up.

I got you.

- Hey Cram, this Mike.

- Hello.

- Cram.

- This is Mike.

- Mike? Mike, Mike who? What's going on?

- Hey man, it's Mike from Showdown Records man.

How you doing?

- Alright. What's popping? What's up with you?

- Ah man I just wanted you to know man

we've been following you for a while, man.

Watching your social media.

And we want to sign you to our label.

- Word? Shit what I need to do?

- Man all you got to do is come down to my office man.

3 o'clock today.

- Say no more. I'm there. Say no more.

- Alright, I'll see you then man.

- Alright.

Man I knew I was finna make it! I knew it!

- Hey, don't I know you babe.

- Nah baby, you don't know me.

- I don't care, what's your name?

- I'm Chris. You look kinda cute baby.

- Thank you baby. You don't look bad yourself.

- Hold, hold on now baby.

Don't go to far you ain't go be able to hold this.

- I tryna show you a good time.

- Okay.

Why don't we go ahead and get in the backseat of

this car right and you show me? Come on.

Alright than baby. How I get...

- You so fine.

- Oh Im'a fuck the shit out you.

- We closed sir. How may I help you?

- Man fuck all that. Where that big nigga that work here?

- Big nigga? You talking about Cram?

- Yeah, I guess. The big nigga.

- He ain't come to work today. What you want with him?

- Look man, don't worry about what the fuck I want.

That ain't your concern?

- Ain't my concern?

Nigga you come up in my place of business.

Asking, demanding where this nigga at.

So I'ma make it my concern nigga.

What the fuck.

(gunshot cracks)

- Talk to me like I'm a fucking bitch.

Last of your concern.

- Bitch get up greedy nigga.

- Man.

(2 gun shots)

- Hey Mr. Terry, Mr. Terry. Shit. Mr. Terry? Mr. Terry?

- Take care of that?

- Nah, that big nigga wasn't here.

But I shot that other motherfucker though.

- The fuck you shoot the other nigga for?

- Mr. Terry, the owner. Motherfucker talk too much bro.

- That wasn't my motherfucking orders!

(gun shot cracks)

- Follow orders next time, nigga.

- Fuck! These niggas then killed Mr. Fuck!

- I thought I killed you.

- You thought wrong motherfucker.

(gun shots fire)

- Fuck you man! Shit! Fuck you man!

(dark music)

♪ I know she belongs to the streets

♪ I know that bitch is a freak, she belongs to the street

♪ But faking, but bitch came for me

♪ I know that bitch is a freak, she belongs to the street

♪ I know she belongs to the streets

♪ I know that bitch is a freak, she belongs to the street

♪ But faking, but bitch came for me

♪ I know that bitch is a freak, she belongs to the street

♪ I know she belongs to the streets

♪ I know that bitch is a freak, she belongs to the street

♪ But faking, but bitch came for me

♪ I know that bitch is a freak, she belongs to the street

♪ I know she belongs to the streets

♪ I know that bitch is a freak, she belongs to the street

♪ But faking, but bitch came for me

♪ I know that bitch is a freak, she belongs to the street

♪ Yo, I met her one day I was mobbing

♪ Pushing through traffic, I think I was running a charge

(cars revving)

- [Tonya] Somebodies at the door.

(door bell ringing)

- Girl Shay!

- Hey.

- What's up, come on in.

What you been on?

- Girl you know. Chasing the bag man.

Where my brother Cram at?

- Girl he back there. I'm finna go get him.

Cram! Baby it's somebody here to see you.

- Come on down here. Come down here. Who is it?

- It's Shay.

- Damn! Money! I see what's going on.

Alright. What's up with it?

- My dog. You alright?

- Look like money every time I see you!

- Man stop playing.

- You know we waiting on you.

Us small folks waiting on you in the hood.

- Come on. I am the hood. What's up with you?

What's on your mind Shay?

- What's up?

- I really

(indistinct)

some salty chips.

- Oh, cool.

- Okay.

- You want something to drink?

- Yeah, bring me a beer powder.

- We ain't got no drink. We ain't got no beers.

We got something else to drink though.

- Bring me whatever you got. We all good.

- What you got going?

What's up with you? What's on you mind?

- Yeah for real though, the word on street man is,

supposed to be some Hispanic niggas like.

- Get the fuck outta hear.

- Man real.

They talking about doing something to you and your family.

So I had to come tell you.

Cause' I know you ain't been told.

- When you heard this, today?

- Man, nah it been going on.

(Shay mumbling)

I had to go and get my feet wet

and come on and holler at you.

- Wow. Good looking out man.

- I think you need to text too man

y'all probably need to take a trip for a couple days cause.

Or something, cause it's gone get ugly.

- Damn, it's like that?

- Man it's like that bro.

- I got it. Don't even trip man.

I appreciate you. Good looking out. I appreciate you.

I got this. I got this Shay. I got this.

- Alright man.

- Come on man, I got this. I got this, good looking out man.

- You don't need this do you?

- Come on man, that little ass gun.

(loud laughter)

(dark music)

- Nico!

(foreign language)

- I guess I have to do the job all by myself.

(door slams)

- Heard they call you Big Dog?

- Yeah, what's it to you?

- What's it to me?

You stole my fucking drugs nigga.

- Boy you got me fucked up. Nigga I ain't stole shit.

- Oh I got you fucked up?

The only thing you got fucked up is yourself punto.

- Look bro, I don't know what the fuck you talking about.

Otherwise you can get that gun. You gone do something.

Shoot it. Otherwise I got somewhere to be.

- Oh! Mr. Big Dog. Little Ms. Fancy.

I want my fucking drugs you stole outta my trunk.

- Look bro, I don't know what the fuck

you talking about bro.

(gunshot cracks)

(gunshots sounding)

- Take that fuck nigga.

Damn, Tonya! Damn!

Aye somebody call the ambulance.

Tonya come on. Shit!

Somebody call the ambulance!

(upbeat credit music)