(dramatic music)
- We need to go ahead and kill shorty,
get these polices off our ass,
and get this shit back rolling, bro,
and shit, we good.
(dramatic music continues)
- Yeah, this part here look cool, bro.
(dramatic music continues)
(money rustling)
Come on, bro.
(muffled shouting) (gun firing)
(smooth guitar music)
- [Diamond] Being betrayed
can have you in a cold, dark space,
have you thinking that you going fucking crazy.
I was with somebody for four years
who I thought was my everything,
just to find out I was another bitch he was playing.
My name is Diamond, 24 years old, from Brooklyn, New York.
Well let me introduce you into the cold world
of being betrayed.
(hip-hop music)
* Stroke my ego don't be shy girl *
* Help protect a nigga pride *
* Know you're rocking with a real one *
* Why, 'cause you can see it in my eyes *
* Devil praying our demise *
* Back against the wall *
* Head held high *
* They keep praying that I fall *
- How you doing girl? - I'm okay.
I'm still tired. - Why you always tired?
You pregnant again?
- No.
- Bitch, don't look at me, like you think I done
lost my motherfucking mind.
Motherfucker, all you doing is fucking and sucking.
What the fuck? Shit. (hip hop music)
* Shame on me, shame on me *
* Open my eyes so I can see what's in front of me *
* Riches *
* Be one hundred *
* Shame on me *
* Thought that fool had my back *
* Shame on me *
* I thought that fool had my back *
* Shame on me *
* If I go through it again *
* Shame on me *
* Get called out by my closest friends *
* Open my eyes so I can see what's in front of me *
* Open my eyes *
* I was blind to what was in front of me *
* You gotta pay me up front, it's the finder's fee. *
* Oh you fine with no money *
* I don't think that's gonna work *
- [Woman 1] So where he at?
'Cause I ain't seen him, in a while.
What's going on and tell me the truth.
- I don't know, I think he went to Alabama.
- [Woman 1] What's in Alabama, or who is in Alabama.
Or am I being too nosy? - I mean he didn't say.
I don't know. - So you just decide
to pack your shit and pop up at my house
knowing I ain't like your ass, but you all right.
So... just saying, just saying, what's up boo?
You look like you got something to say boo.
You can't get it, girl.
You can't get this out my ass.
* No way *
* I came down don't trick me on these streets *
* Dog, no way *
* Nigga trying to play me *
* Trying to make me catch a case *
* Nigga got a whoosh *
* Boy, I gotta play it safe *
* Shit, no way, no way *
* I came down don't trick me on these streets *
* Dog, no way *
* Pussy trying to play me *
* Trying to make me catch a case *
* Make me tryna *
- Copping, my man? - Absolutely, what's up?
- She ain't called my phone, but I called her back.
She ain't answer. Hey you fucked that boy up.
- When?
- Shit, you'd just got out the car,
I don't know.
- Oh. Shit, my boy popped
the wrong cone.
- Yo, popped up with the wrong cone?
You know who the fuck that is?
You better not be talking to 12.
Who the fuck driving shit like that?
- I swear, talking to them for what, Toni?
- Shit, I don't know.
- You're trying me. - Nah, nigga.
I don't know, family switch up sometimes too.
I'd be having to catch a case.
- Whatever, man.
- Yeah, we'll find out who.
- Oh my, I should let 'em in. - Huh?
- Hey- - Uh uh.
Close the motherfucking door.
What the fuck is you doing here?
- Oh hey Sandy, what she doing?
Oh big ass with Che?
Can not be real man.
Seen your crazy cousin on Instagram, man?
Any fool just chasing her good, man, shit.
Hell if I know nigga,
what the hell y'all niggas on, man?
I just seen laying big shit on Instagram.
I swear nigga, you know I'm with it whenever.
Shit, I'm at the spot man. Y'all niggas pull up.
All right, say less, I'm right here.
Shit nigga, that's crazy.
- And the ball is snapped. - Why you in my house?
- [Man] Why the fuck you didn't tell me you moved?
I talked to my boys and they told me you gonna move on me.
- [Woman] So you just pop up to my house like R.Kelly?
- Okay I ain't- - This nigga crazy.
- 'Cause I just want to know get to the bottom of this shit.
- Yeah the bottom of what?
Nigga, you look like a period
- I'm just a motherfucker in red.
(both laughing)
Goddamn. - Limp dick red.
That's why your ass right here.
You came over here 'cause you thought you finna get some,
didn't you?
You still all right, you look all right.
My pussy is off limits. - Give me some more yak.
You got anymore yak in the kitchen?
- Get your ass up outta here.
Get the fuck up out my house, bitch.
- I ain't gotta go no goddamn where.
I pay for half of the money for this shit.
- It's called child support.
You ain't never support the child.
- Hey that child is out there, ain't never in this home.
What you going off back there for?
- Nigga, I'm sick of you- - Oh that shit.
- Get the fuck up out my fucking house, bitch.
Get your ass- - Hey, I'm gone.
- Get the fuck up out my house, why y'all here?
- Hey y'all, what the fuck- - Why is he here?
Why is he at my goddamn house?
- Shit, I dunno.
- why the fuck you told him where I stay at?
I don't even fuck with him to get you and your brother.
Fuck wrong with you?
- He can't ask about you, mom?
- I don't give a fuck if he asked about the weather, bitch.
Tell him it's storming and go inside.
Don't fucking sit here and tell him where I stay at.
- I'm sorry. Good morning. - Good morning your ass.
- How you doing? What is that gun, let me see it.
Give me the fucking thing, come on.
Mom, stop playing. Come on, you don't understand.
You gonna, wait, pa!
Come on back in the house.
- Get your ass up out of here, bitch.
(birds chirping)
- 12, what's up my man, my nigga.
- My man. - What's up man?
- All right. - Hey what you been up to bro?
- Man trying to get right bro.
What's up with this move bro?
- Shit you know that actually why I called you up here bro.
I've been doing my homework. It's official.
It's a go. It's a go. - It's a go?
- Like yesterday been I been telling you-
- Where the fuck this shit at though bro?
- Bro you, you wouldn't even believe it bro.
Right under our nose. - Like lil Boy.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Shit right here.
- For sure. - I'm telling you.
- I'm in here trying to console this bitch over here
and yo ass in here bringing this
nothing ass nigga to my house.
- What's up, fool?
- I told you not to bring him over here.
- Damn, that smarts, that shit hurt.
- Hurt your ass. - Damn.
Ain't whooped me in 10 years, now move.
(feet shuffling)
- But what's in it though? - I say about 70,000.
- Really? - By the-
- Hell no, hell no don't worry about it.
Hundred, buy a 10 bag, and buy two bricks.
But you gotta handle business,
I already know you know you gonna handle business.
You know how to handle business, fool.
- I'll go crazy on them niggas' ass.
- Go ahead though, these type of nigga,
you can't play with though.
- Stop. - Verses me bro.
I handle business, y'all niggas know that shit.
- What you doing over here so early?
- Jay walked out. - Jay walked out?
- I had spent the night.
- Mom. - What?
- You let people come over here and spend the night?
You don't even let me spend the night no more.
- 'Cause I don't let you spend the night,
'cause your dick be everywhere, everywhere.
Nigga, your dick over here, your dick over there.
Why you think she at my house all the time.
We got our eyes and ears to the street.
What? Uhuh, uhuh.
So what's this thing about you and Glizzy? What's going on?
- You know he, that Glizzy got into a peewee.
- Okay and?
- Shit they say they'd jump him, so shit you know me man,
little brother had to step up.
- Where's Mamie at because I'll fight that bitch.
Nah you know I don't play about my motherfucking kids.
I'll tie that bitch up and have her watch y'all ass.
I make that bitch watch good times
since y'all ass fall out, bitch.
I shoot that in a pinky toe,
have that bitch saying, "I'm nine toes down motherfucker."
They'll be in the street. Don't fucking play with me.
You do too goddamn much, you and them hoes.
- Oh you doing all that preaching.
How long the food gonna take, I'm hungry.
- [Mom] Bitch, I swear to God I'll take your life
like I brought it in. - Man. Stop playing.
Finish cooking, goddamn. - Play too much.
- [Mom] And your ass.
You don't have to come over here to prove to him that you,
we good, that nigga either going see you or he not.
You gotta take your blinders off, the fuck.
- My brother on a business trip.
(peaceful music)
* We ain't talking nigga, whatchu gonna do about it *
* This in the bowl, I need Tupac *
* Need the money not a hoe *
* Group up and front, nigga, we get up and shoot out *
- why the fuck is you still here?
(birds chirping)
- I had to pull up, I don't really know.
I just came over to see what was going on,
like what my boy told me to move.
I tried to find out what, what's going on.
- Well first of all I don't like you and I don't have to.
- Okay, I understand why- - And I don't owe you shit.
They coming to you because they want you.
I see 'em all the time.
I don't give a fuck if they in they thirties
they still our babies, you gotta act like that.
I raised, I raised.
You just popped your head in and out
'cause you were too busy with other bitches.
Now they got all this shit going on.
All this stuff going on and now you want to pop up
and act like you run something with me.
- I came here to get some clarification. That's my boy.
Just wanna make sure- - Make sure what?
Coming to me ain't making sure shit with them.
Your problem is you think a nigga still want you,
baby, that ship done sailed so bad.
It done sank, got up, resailed, rebuilt,
then sailed some more.
That shit is on the other side of the planet.
It is never ever going to happen.
Understand I will do anything for my boys.
Our boys.
- Yeah our boys get it right. - Get it right?
Don't make me say real bad-
- We ain't gonna argue no more.
- We ain't gonna argue no more,
oh you ain't gonna come with the fuck shit.
- You like where you're living, all right.
Doing well for yourself. - Okay.
You better humble yourself.
You missed out on my shit,
you better keep fucking with them dusty ass hoes
with that, fucking bitches with chest hair.
I know you do.
Stop fucking with them bitches with chest hair.
You fucking with hoes that their name Terry and Tom, bitch.
- Hey. - Hi.
'Sup pretty lady? - Thanks for meeting me.
- No problem. No problem.
- I'm sorry that I've been so distant
these last couple of weeks I've been you know,
working on myself and trying to figure things out.
- You have been a little distant.
- Yeah. - It's okay.
I'll forgive you. - Thank you.
How you been though?
Did your brother tell you that I ran into him the other day?
Your brother be tripping.
- That he does. - He need a little help.
- Yeah. - But so how the girls be?
I miss y'all.
- I'm good. The girls are great.
(phone ringing)
That's my job.
But yeah I'm good.
I just think that maybe we should take a break.
Yeah. - Take a break?
- [Alicia] I'm trying to work on my marriage
and see how things are gonna go.
- Your marriage? - Yeah.
- Really Alicia you gonna give that nigga another chance.
- Yeah but I love him and I see that he's trying to change.
Plus he got me this car.
- Got you a car. - Mhm.
- Understood. That's cool.
Can't do nothing but respect it.
- Thank you.
Mm, that's enough, you should go.
- So you gonna kiss me then kick me out.
- I mean I shouldn't have kissed you. Like I told you.
I'm trying to work on my marriage.
- That's what's up you Gucci work on your marriage.
Bitch.
- Diamond lives in one of these buildings.
I just can't remember which one.
- All these fucking complexes look the same to me.
Just knock on every fucking door until we find her, man.
- Look, isn't that your boy right there?
He may know. - What you want?
I just woke for real like y'all going to harass me?
I just woke up.
It's a simple question man.
We just need Diamond's apartment number.
- I don't know, I don't know.
- APT at the fuck beginning. - I don't know it.
- You live up here. - Y'all gonna make me
tell you where she stay at?
- Candy Drop Nail Shop.
- Yep. Candy Drop Nail Shop.
- Girl, he's slow.
(loud knocking)
- Man. - What's up?
- You know I still got the possession charge on you.
- What about it man?
What you holding the possession charge over my head?
- We're gonna hold the possession
charge over your head yes.
- I'll be right back. - Your nails are wet.
- Okay, I got you.
- Give me that shit girl, file away.
- Okay girl.
- Now give me the fucking number. It's either you or her.
- 312, 312.
- Hello? Did my mama call you?
- Yeah your mama called me
but I dunno what she called me for.
She don't even like me like that.
- Hey well I know damn well she like you.
- I'm just saying.
- Well look though, she missed that
you don't never bring her grand baby to see her.
- Well I mean shit,
you can get Leah and bring her open there.
I don't gotta come with y'all.
- Stop playing, your ass is going.
- I guess oh and I've been trying to contact Don.
She ain't even answering the phone.
I really think she moved back to New York.
- What the hell you trying to meet her for?
- You don't remember?
You told me to set her up after that shit
that happened with her nigga.
- Oh. Only don't even worry about that shit no more, bro.
- And look, don't be not texting me back at nighttime.
I don't give a fuck if you with your bitch or not.
- Man, you and my bitch, man.
Look, here for everything. - I need more than that.
- Here. - Thank you.
(birds chirping) (traffic roaring)
- I don't know exactly that motherfucker though,
but I know it's a d, bro.
10 bags, two bricks and a hundred in cash.
- A hundred? - Hundred?
- Fuck we gonna do? - Then do it.
- Listen if we take it and get slammed-
- And don't shoot the first thing moving, nigga.
- Look no Jack the first thing went to the leg.
- Head, nigga. - To the leg.
- You crazy as hell nigga. - Boy, what.
First nigga kill went to the leg, but you want smoke,
y'all hold down the first room bro.
If a nigga sneeze wrong,
I'm gonna send that motherfucker to the ground.
- His ass going straight in the ground.
- Then go it. - Say less.
- Ready? - I'll do it.
- Hey keep designing bro, fuck with me.
- Simple, simple. - Fuck with me.
I keep it on that.
(upbeat music)
* Jr, thank you sir *
* Gang, hit it, gang shit *
* Gang shit, trying to rob me on that same shit *
* Turning quick into the same quit *
* South side come with Micheal Vick *
* It I could cut lines again *
* Only family, nigga, fuck a friend *
* If there's smoke we gonna spin again *
* No truce, this shit gonna never end *
(all yelling)
(gun firing)
(all yelling) (hip hop music continues)
- Playing with you- - Bands-
- No money. - Give me that shit.
- You don't even have a badge, nigga.
(gun firing)
(all yelling) (hip hop music continues)
* You know I'll take his shit *
* Come for the hood, a nigga get wrecked *
* Shit, nigga *
(all yelling) (hip hop music continues)
* Only family, nigga, fuck a friend *
* If there's smoke we gonna spin again *
* No truce, this shit gonna never end *
(all yelling) (hip hop music continues)
* Tai-Chi *
* Keep those niggas greasy *
* That nigga never took shit from me *
* Man nine to five, I'm not stressing *
* My life is free * - Gang, what's up?
- I don't rep the nigga like that.
You already know that.
- Yeah look I know y'all meet with the bullshit like that,
but why I feel like you the little brother
if Glizzy the older brother,
you still the big brother 'cause you smarter than me.
They said all right- - Listen bro,
you saying all that the same way, get to the point.
- I'm saying bro yo brother on some hot shit,
robbing and at the club, bro, all type of monkey shit,
you gotta get a grip on him.
- I'm saying bro what you gotta get my brother?
How the hell you know all that anyway.
The hell you the police? - Man, nigga,
I don't got nothing against your family,
I don't want no smoke.
I'm just saying like he rocking with snitches
like that nigga Rico we got tell to like streets
we talking bro, that's how I know this.
- Man you alright now,
man you gotta get that shit together man.
What the hell wrong with you man?
I'm gonna put you on some real shit man.
- Man all over the line, man. Fuck with T-lo.
(engines roaring) - Hey Glock, Glock.
- What's good with you, boy? - What the hell going on?
- When you get home, boy? - Man, I just got home, man.
What's good? - Going on man?
- What the hell, what the hell you want?
(engines roaring)
- Fucked up man, got home right here, you know.
- Man, my folk still working the well, man.
- She ain't never that ugly though.
Shit, unless you gonna do a 60/40 my way?
- Only thing I have is a 69 or something.
But check this out, you feeling this shit,
I could even pay you, man, why the fuck boy snitching.
- Yeah, well boy, I just got done looking at that shit, boy.
They put news boy, out there, boy.
- I don't see how man,
the feds all around that boy.
- Yeah, he's my nigga, he had me.
- Yeah this shit cap right here, man. Nigga be capping.
Check this out, I heard your brother was in a shootout.
You heard something about that?
- No. - Your brother-
- Yeah you have. - Where you hear that from?
- Man everything I hear about the nigga looks right,
but basically it just some he say she say shit though.
But you know, that ain't nothing to worry about, though.
- You know about that shit, the streets talk.
* Can't tell my little niggas to cool off *
* I can't tell my little niggas to cool off *
* We ain't *
- Shit, you needed some money. You know what I'm saying?
I needed some money.
Only get this shit together though.
But I ain't gonna lie bro.
I think it's time to do that though.
I wanna do it on them bro, you know what I'm saying?
- Take that price down man.
- Shit. - Okay?
- Man we got to man.
Hey I'm gonna tell him he gonna bring like 15 on
let's get a start and he keep like a 50 on him.
That'll be a good start for you,
I know you just came home and shit
so that shit will help you out you know what I'm saying?
You know you got kids and all that.
- You sure? - Now Pastor,
he keep a 50, he might keep a hundred on him.
- Man call him, tell him I need like 20 bad.
- I mean call him then-
* But Bobby ain't Whitney *
* The Alex is lean on my kidneys *
* Y'all niggas tripping *
* Running around rats for fun, niggas acting like Disney *
* Finesse the kid 'cause I'm with it *
* I love a free bitch throw back like a Frisbee *
* I'm really fun in the trenches *
* Whole team yeah, fuck the bitches *
* In the field we just started benching *
* Yeah fuck the photo with the pistols came to win this *
* Yeah, doing it dirty *
* My bullets can get a little flirty *
* So that 11 times then 35 *
* Then 30 more, that's curry the warriors, nigga *
* Spitting the truth *
* 99 niggas ain't the group *
- Man like you ain't gonna come down for me man?
- Bro I'm always showing you love bro.
- You don't show me enough bro.
I ain't making no money man,
please let my man see the bag man.
Hey can we do that?
- All right, word, fuck come on.
- Shit, get me with it.
- I only do this one time for you though.
- Say no more. (dramatic music)
- Hey. - What we got here?
- Shit bro. - Dropping 50 in the pandemic.
I need all that. - It's all good bro.
It's all there bro. You see this.
- This shit gonna go off. - This shit look good.
- Nigga, it's all- - I told you, I told you,
I told you, I told- - Stop.
Move bitch, don't move your shit, nigga.
I'll shoot your bitch ass. - Grab the bag,
the fuck wrong with you nigga, bitch ass nigga.
(guns firing)
(peaceful music)
* I'm letting go *
- What's up baby mama? I sent you some money, shorty.
Go buy you something nice.
- Why the hell you looking like
you always got an attitude bro?
Like nigga do everything for you like what's up,
like why the hell you acting like that?
- Okay, that ain't fixing nothing.
You always think materialistic shit be fixing something.
- Man, nigga ain't said nothing about no materialistic shit
but if a nigga want to do something for you bro
that what I'm going to do,
like you sitting here mad about what.
- I just had a whole fucking baby.
I'm not saying no material shit.
I need to get my mental health together.
- I'm saying but you know I'm fucked up about that shit too.
Like we really can make another baby
if that what you want to do.
- Make another baby? - Yeah.
- Outta all the shit your mama been sitting there saying
I'm ain't need to be dealing with you no more.
- But I'm saying you stay listening at my mama, bro.
- She always got something to say about your dog and-
- All right, be home soon man. I love you shorty, be safe.
* Mama trying to think of a time when I didn't hate *
* I got regrets on the day we met, but I'm grateful *
* It with you was much better but wasn't safe *
* You was trying to give love but wasn't it *
* I'm trying to think of a time when I didn't hate you *
* I got regrets on the day we met but grateful *
- I should've killed his ass, bro
- I'm telling you, I fucked stabbed him anyway.
- Hold up it's Sue, Sue. - What's going on, Sue?
- Hey you, yeah you know damn well I'm not talking to you.
- Sue, I told you like a hundred million times.
I apologize, I really do.
You know I won't place you in no type of harm,
you know that shit. - Yeah, okay.
And he drove to Alabama for- - Alabama.
And he ain't even hit my line.
That's the shit I be talking about bro.
- When he called me I'm gonna tell him to call you.
Where Nyla at? - She probably be at home.
Where Leah at? - I tried calling her.
- She might, oh might be on goddamn YouTube or something.
- Well tell her to call me
and I'm gonna tell Justin to call you.
- Justin? Alright say less. - Bye Michael.
- No Micheal, I know I ain't Big ass over there either.
- I know you fucking lying. Big.
Bring your ass over here bro.
- Ah come on, the fuck going on, bruh?
- Hey bro. - I was hungry as fuck.
Boy I had to come and get something to eat man.
- Man who the fuck was shouting.
- Man, that bitch is gone to the world.
- Big, bro your ass is tripping.
- I didn't kill the ho, I gave that bitch,
like five of my daughter Melatonin bro, that bitch sleep.
- Bro, your ass be tripping, bro.
- What's going on, bro?
- Where the bands at? - Hey, all right, man.
You know what's going on, whatever.
Hey, be safe man. - Ah, whatever.
- Man, tripping man. - Nah, I bet you, bro.
I'm gonna beat your ass' cause where the fuck,
what's she saying what she wake up bro, then what?
- Oh she not waking up five melatonin bro.
My daughter be sleeping all day on one bro.
- Man, where the fuck you at, bro, hurry up bro.
Y'all got me sitting out here and shit,
man come on.
Where is your ass.
* Tell me about my paper *
* Tell me what you about *
* Staying on all this money trying to go in an account *
* And I been thinking to myself *
* And I been thinking *
- Man, intel scoop man, some shit going on.
* My lil street *
* I can't lay with no freak *
* You think they try me, you know I got *
(traffic roaring)
- The fuck you got going though?
- What you mean what I got going on?
- You know how the fuck you out here running behind here
doing they dumb shit. - What? What?
What is you even talking about?
- Man, own it man, work with me, bro.
The fuck you doing out here running
behind on this dumb shit.
Who you think been doing this shit
while you were locked away bro, myself.
- Man I'd be down if I had to bury my sister out here,
for running behind these lanes, man.
- All right, come on bro.
- Yeah y'all ain't here having an intervention or something?
- Shut up. - It's your face.
- I'm trying to tell a nigga about these streets, man.
Help me out, man. - Man, fuck all that.
- Come on bro.
- Shoes on and shit - What the fuck going on bro?
You all right? - Yeah, hell yeah.
I got some behind me, you know I ain't got no lights.
- Man so you just out here?
- What you mean? You know I'm out here bro.
- Come on man, Glizzy just told me about that shit.
But you know I ain't leaving this bitch,
I made me some money, yeah.
- Oh yeah, I know what the fuck, nigga, man.
Nigga don't fuck around.
Post it on they walls, put it up on they walls.
Put it on 'em. - Niggas ain't have names?
- Man, them broke ass niggas done spent all they money.
(door creaking)
- Should've killed that nigga. - Man.
- Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. - Bro.
Where the fuck my key at, bro?
You've been having my key bro.
- Goddamn American warrior.
- Where the fuck my key at, bro.
- Imma get your key, bro.
Now where the fuck Reggie at, bro?
- Man I ain't seen his ass in the last week, shit.
He's probably fucking someone, fucking perv.
- He's gone too bruh. - Did last week.
- I reckon that nigga ass with the police, man.
- Police? - Everything.
That nigga ass 12.
- Man, I'm not going for that.
I don't hang around no rats, nigga.
- Man, he gone to the police 'cause you don't check.
- Man look hold on, one of these hoes I fuck with,
she said her man is police.
- Your bitch nigga the police, bro?
We all gonna pop his ass. Got me fucked up.
- Y'all nigga's tripping boy, fucking hell.
We a wreckage, bro. - Not wrong, but-
- This man, police has him?
- The fuck wrong with that nigga, man.
He tripping. - Undercover ass.
(dramatic music)
- [Masked Figure] Wake up, little bitch.
Yeah, long time no see.
Where the fuck the nigga Glizzy at?
- What? - Your fucking boyfriend.
- I don't know, I've been here, with your fat ass friend.
I don't, I don't, I don't know,
if this isn't about some money y'all niggas can have that.
- Bitch do I look like I want some fucking money?
That nigga killed my brother.
Now tell me where the fuck that nigga Glizzy at.
- I don't know nothing about that, I don't, I I, I don't,
I don't know what you want me to tell you.
- Bitch you got five seconds to talk.
- I don't know anything about that.
I'm telling you the truth.
I don't know. I don't know.
- Say that shit again, won't you?
Now where the fuck your phone?
Unlock it.
- I don't have face recognition.
- Stop playing with me, hoe.
- You have to put my code in.
You have to put my code code in.
091593.
- Let's see what shit we can find.
See what your boyfriend think.
(phone ringing) That's it.
- I'm telling you I, I don't know.
I don't know what you want me to tell you.
- Your bitch, huh? - The fuck?
- Yeah. Thought so, bitch. (gun firing)
- Yo, Takeda.
All right.
- What's goin on? - Hell yeah.
(dramatic music)
* We ain't talking nigga *
* What you gonna do about it *
* Wrist in the bowl I need Tupac *
* Need the money not a hoe *
* Group up and front, nigga, we get up and shoot out *
* I gotta tell my little nigga to cool off *
(all yelling)
- Uh uh, uh uh, y'all need to get out my shop.
Y'all got to go, I don't care.
Bitch, let me tell you something,
Y'all got to go, y'all need to go right now.
This is mine, you need to go right now.
Go ahead and go. - Yeah okay.
- Man these folks up in the hood, man.
Where the fuck you at?
* Nigga going extra *
* They at your neck like a necklace *
* Catch a vessel, why you flexing *
* Hop on that ass, baby you put in extra *
- What's goin on man? - Anniversary man,
you know? - Man, you know right.
- Right, would be fucking late.
Man, what the hell you looking so crazy for?
What the hell happened?
- They fucking got Diamond bro.
- Who?
- That bitch ass nigga TK them.
- What the fuck they want with her?
- He didn't even want no money bro?
But the nigga FaceTimed my phone a gunshot went off
then they dropped the phone
but I know the nigga was doing they trying to scare me bro.
They ain't gonna touch shorty.
- Bro, you really think these niggas killed shorty?
These niggas not built like that bro.
I'm finna go get Glock and smoke them,
We Finn go put their back in together.
Just make sure we straight, my trigger finger itch.
I can't wait to slap the shit out of one of these niggas.
(crowd chattering)
- All right. - The hell they doing, man?
- Charlie ain't ready. That hoe got to be scared as fuck.
Think that motherfucker went out the fuck back door
or some shit?
- Nah, go around here, and see if we can.
- Coming around the fuck back bro,
coming around the back.
I'm in the back.
Man, can we talk about these lame ass niggas,
thought they finna just get up one on me.
- Who? - Smoke and them.
- Smoke? - Smoke.
Man, who the fuck that is?
(electronic music)
* I tried to reach *
(guns firing)
* I tried to reach in my pocket *
* I see them jays they be smoking *
* Notice how they whole life changed *
* When I reached my limit that's how my whole life changed *
* My head hurts *
* How you gonna judge me *
* See those streets with me *
- Yes sir. - Javier Jones?
How you doing, my man?
How long's it been? Three to five?
That's what the judge said, right?
- Officer Obie? Still on the same shit.
- Yeah. Let me ask you a question.
What do you know about TK? What's he up to nowadays?
- TK been on daddy duties. - Daddy duties?
- Yeah Daddy duties. - Is that a fucking joke?
How many kids that guy got now?
Pops one out every month.
How's he paying for that shit? Wait he doesn't.
I know you're keeping your nose clean man. I hope so.
I also know you know what's going on.
- I tell you what, if I was you,
I'd leave that shit alone
'cause these motherfuckers around here
begging for anybody and they don't give a fuck who you is,
or what you is officer.
- Man I ain't see your ass so you got into a peewee bro.
- Man, fuck all that shit with that nigga, man.
He just rawed a nigga, bro.
- All right, Reggie, bro, see you tomorrow?
Yeah. Pull up to the
account right quick.
- You bro be right there. - All right, come on.
- Man, all right, we just shot nigga ass up and shit.
I had to get out the way so...
- The fuck you doing shooting niggas?
- Man, fuck these niggas. What's up?
- TK, where the fuck you been at bro?
You pulled off. I been blowing your shit up.
My boy had to come pick me up front of the precinct.
- Nigga, I was in the house asleep-
- But that shit serious bro.
- But Jack Boy, but this is records bro.
We ain't seen no paperwork in name bro.
Where hell we put that shit on nigga name
with no paperwork bro.
- Bro that nigga need to know everything about me bro.
- 12 pulled up on me and Twin last night.
- For what?
- Man asking somebody Glizzy and the homeboy
and they asked about you. - About me.
The fuck they ask you about me for?
- Man hell nah man. Your move messy as hell.
You were telling me we got a move for a hundred million.
- I ain't say no hundred million man.
- Nigga, hey, you said some shit like that.
- I ain't say no shit like that.
I said it was saw something something,
I said it was little something in there bro.
What talking about bro?
- You boy old B pushed up on me,
dropping your line too. - The fuck you say?
- About some batteries or something?
He said TK, shit, mhm.
- Shit man we're hot. - Man.
We need to get that nigga right there, right there.
- Oh oh you know who that is? - Man, that nigga Z.
- A couple of Ms. - That nigga Z bro.
That nigga be moving with a cartel nigga too.
- Bro, yeah? - You know I know bro.
Hey he can go either way but shit,
if it was up to y'all nigga bro.
- But you know what I told him
if I was you gotta let that shit go man.
- See, we just gotta move small now.
- Nah, wait hold on, hold on, wait a second.
Nigga, wait. - How-
- Fuck man, look, look, listen bro.
Fucking don't crash this, stupid.
We gotta follow this nigga, bro.
- We got him right here man.
- We still man, we follow the nigga,
we see where the spot is, that's see even more.
Come on y'all niggas are crazy man.
There you go, down the wire? - What you think?
- These niggas suspect.
- What hell you gonna do? Shout at it though?
- Had that nigga for hundred thousand,
so you hit bitch back.
(peaceful music)
- It's working for the cartel for me. I know.
So they gotta be the right spot.
- I seen him with him, I know what he got.
- Don't get too close up on him.
- I know what I'm doing man, shut up.
I wanna know exactly where at he's at today.
Man, they got my shit, I ain't mad at you, I'm just mad.
Fuck that nigga.
I just gotta get Diamond back,
you know that's all that's on my mind.
- Hundred thousand. What's up Blue?
Man what's going on man? - Where've you been?
- What's up? - They ain't gonna leave.
What's up my boy, man what's up with y'all? Y'all straight?
- Where the fuck you been at?
- Man you know where I've been at man.
Stop playing man. Know a nigga been darked out man.
What's up?
- Where the fuck you been at then?
- Come on man. You know what Sound did?
- Sound like he can't mention
about these violences out here.
- Crazy last night boy, real man, I'm throwing it out.
Well- - Give me This shit.
Give me the shit, where the shit at, boy?
- Nigga, let me call you back, my boy.
- Where the shit at, boy?
- The fuck you, the fuck you think?
I'm Cartel motherfucker. - Cartel?
There ain't no fucking Cartel here.
You better get that shit out nigga.
- Man look what you think about them, all right boy?
You're through boy. Get that shit up.
Make the shit smooth for me.
(upbeat electronic music)
- Bro. How this nigga always find us?
- What's up? - Yeah what's up man?
- Good. - Cuz!
- Don't dab me up bro, always doing stupid shit.
why the fuck you leave her?
- Bro I just came here to get an oatmeal pie
and a goddamn freeze cup while y'all having all this paper
y'all ain't got no food at the house bro.
I nearly died twice bro. I had to come get something.
- One job to do bro. - Bro.
If y'all paying me good and paying me on time
then goddamn maybe I'll do a good job, nigga I be tired.
- Yeah I know. - Man.
So what we finna do though?
- See what you finna do to watch this bitch.
- Yeah. - Don't let her go nowhere.
- Woo. (Big humming happily)
Hey boy, what you just paid me, boy I'm about to watch,
go shop for a Rolex. - A what?
- Rolex watch, watch, watch, Rolex.
Nevermind boy, you goddamn.
* I just won *
Got this shit on lock now.
* You know I'm walking like that but I feel like I'm blind *
* And all why the hell *
- Yeah, you got me, get me through this.
- This is the spot. - You out here, yeah.
- Big game. - That was good for me.
Hello?
Man I told you I'm on my goddamn my way bro.
Chill bro. What's up? - You need to come home then
'cause it's getting late. - Man nigga, I-
Man look bro, I ain't finna keep doing all that
with you bro,
like why the fuck we gotta keep going back and forth
with this lame ass shit?
I told you I'm gonna be on my mother-
(gun firing)
- The fuck! - Hold on.
(suspenseful music)
- [Phone] Hello, hello, babe? Babe, what the fuck.
(upbeat electronic music)
* I feel like I'm blind *
* And I'm like why the hell all my niggas keep on dying *
* Don't know though *
* Don't know about it bro *
- Some goddamn money.
- I feel you, I'm trying to go all in on this, you feel me.
- Shit.
- Shit, you do it, you know what I'm saying?
- Want me to drop you off or something?
- Yeah. - It's a damn day to me.
Nigga on my ass about her too,
still missing, where's my fucking phone.
- Hey bro, man. I don't know what the fuck...
I'm gonna call Diamond again bruh.
She keep on not answering the phone.
- Goddamn you still ain't heard from her?
- What the shit going straight to voice mail.
- Shit what you gonna do? You gonna call them folk?
- I don't get no 12.
We are in the area where them niggas be at though, bro.
- Yeah right on, this shit.
- Wanna ride the block? - Shit.
However you want to handle things, yeah.
* On my heart *
* So tired babe, I'm thinking about suicide *
- [Phone] Boy what the fuck you got going on around there.
Michael Lamar Andrews
you better answer me right motherfucking now.
- I don't know what going on.
I'm just lost as you, but once I find out I'll let you know.
- [Phone] Don't worry about it.
I'll be right over there with your nothing ass papi.
Bye nigga. - Hey what's that?
Y'all think it's legit?
- Hey you know a nigga wore that J-Raw the other day?
Remember him?
Him and Bell said they were putting on Raw some nigga.
Nah you wasn't out there?
- He ain't never say, he just said some nigga.
- Hey call Stacey real quick. My phone going dead.
- Stacey. Who the fuck is Stacey?
- Fair, home boy. (keyboard clacking)
- Who? - Yo phone?
- Man I ain't telling I'm talking Blue ass.
- Where the hell you at?
I'm about drop the pin, pull up.
Bad bitch, all right.
* 20 Gs *
* Ain't shit changed, still the same lowlife *
* I'm just a little richer got the car to skip the Rolex *
* I might go *
- So what the hell happened when y'all was out there?
- Verse said he knew some outta town niggas
holding mad weight,
called Rah-Rah and we put the play down.
- So what the hell happened after that?
- Man we put the nigga in the trunk put five in him,
shit gloved up, everything went smooth.
- What he died? - Shit he looked dead to me.
Besides nigga was miles from home, out of town, man.
So how y'all know it ain't the niggas y'all beefing with?
- Man I'm trying to piece this shit together
'cause I know Gliz ain't do this shit.
I'm trying to figure out how the fuck they knew
where we were. - Man
they mama been calling me since three that morning.
What the hell I'm gonna say.
- Man, shit, tell her ass something
but this shit gonna get handled though.
- Shit he ain't going die.
We ain't even gonna fight next to you.
- We so dead bro. Snake this shit crazy.
(phone ringing)
- Yo what's up bro?
- [Phone] Man what the fuck is y'all nigga doing bro?
- Man fuck that nigga. Fuck he mean what we doing?
Ask that nigga where the fuck he been at.
- Man TK, shut your stupid ass up
before I fire your ass up.
Y'all nigga better lay the fuck low
and don't talk to no motherfucking police about shit.
- Nigga, fuck you. - Bitch.
You know what TK I see you when I get back,
Blue I'll hit your phone, keep me posted gang.
- All right sure. - Who the fuck that nigga
think he is, I run this shit.
(loud knocking) (all murmuring)
Who is it?
- Bitch don't motherfucking play with me.
I'd swallow your ass. - Sir.
(all yelling)
- I don't shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up. - Sorry.
- Sorry your motherfucking ass.
Your name must be ass 'cause I beat the fuck out you.
Y'all niggas in here looking like a fake ass singing group.
What the fuck y'all is? NWN, niggas with no money?
What the fuck going on? - Mama,
you hit me with your bracelet.
- [Mom] I don't give a fuck what I hit you with.
I need to hit you with
some breath mints and batteries, bitch.
Now what the fuck y'all got going on?
You?
'Cause I don't know these niggas.
- I don't know, mom- - Hey.
What the fuck you laughing for?
- Where you brother at anyway?
- Shit I don't know. I don't care.
- You don't care? - You don't care?
- You don't never know 'cause you ride
with a bunch of these knucklehead assholes.
- You don't care?
So you don't care about your motherfucking brother? Badass?
I don't know these motherfuckers,
get your ass the fuck away from me
'cause I'm talking to my child.
Boy I'm gonna put you in the fucking ground
if you don't get this together.
- Don't turn that word off boy.
- Boy your friend gonna make you get fucked up.
Talk to me.
- I don't know what happened. We were all together that day.
- My face up here. - I don't know what happened.
We were all- - My face the fuck up here.
- I don't know what happened.
We were all together that day and Rock got shot.
- Mm. And what about you?
- Shit I'm still here.
- Bitch you act like that's a prize.
Nigga, I didn't get you outta the bucket machine.
I got you outta my pussy.
Keep fucking around and playing with me,
I'm gonna put you back.
Go get your goddamn child.
And say something else. - Get your shit together.
Now all of y'all rest of y'all motherfuckers
clean this shit the fuck up
and don't let us have to come back over here again.
Hold on, goddamn it I'm talking.
- Bitch I'll fight you. - Well let's go.
Let's get the fuck, let go of my shirt.
Always talking shit.
(bell ringing)
- Only one they got. - What you say?
- Nah, she was just tripping?
I guess I ain't call her back on time. I don't know.
You know how a female be. (dramatic music)
- Call you back.
- Shit bro. Let me get two Backwood too.
Russian cream.
(plastic rustling)
- Hey hold on real quick, hold up.
- Shit imma call you back.
Imma call you back.
That man better answer the fucking phone.
Fuck, he's not answering the fucking phone, boy.
(gun firing)
* I got some niggas dead and gone *
* They want the fuck best for me *
* I lost some niggas, pray to God *
* They want the worst for me *
* I love it but *
(peaceful music)
- That shit crazy.
- Janelle, what's up? - Hey what's going on.
- Some bullshit man. - It's good, man.
- Damn. - I get me some.
- So. - Yeah.
- Good, well anyway I ain't gonna bother you too long,
you ain't you ain't call my phone in so long.
- Nah, I got some business tell you.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
What you been doing man? What you been on?
- Oh you heard, I'm getting that money,
and you checking back in- - Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
Not today, you know that time's gone.
- I know that you got time, I know what's up.
You said that it was urgent to meet you,
so I ain't got nothing going on just gimme some money.
- Yes so this video going around
and I wanted to know what you,
what you know about it, shit, I can't hear your name.
They're talking about Glizzy
so shit I had to see what was going on.
- Man I ain't shit going on, I'm chilling man.
I'm getting my money. - You sure about that?
'Cause the streets talking about you hard.
- Man, what video? Lemme see the video.
- No cap, I'm coming for that boy Snake.
I done heard what that boy Glizzy and Jack Boy did,
so I ain't gonna speak on it too much,
but that boy there- - You know this nigga?
- Nah, but everybody in here say he a snitch
so shit you need to see what going on with that.
- Oh the boy a rat? - Yes.
- Okay well send me that, send me that video now.
Send me that now. - All right bet.
- What you about do? - Nothing.
What you about to do? - Oh you know.
Go to the spot man. I'm gonna call you from there.
- All right bet.
(door rattling)
- Boy slime the slime, man.
- Yeah. - Move with you.
- What's up? Looking at your shit.
- What's going on?
- Bitch, you on there. - Snake?
- Who? - That nigga there.
You gonna slime the slime? He out here slighting.
- Nah, bro, he out here tomorrow.
What's up?
- You gotta cut him more, it'll be all over.
- You gotta be wise. - Nah man.
- Dreadlocks or something.
- Take a look at this shit man.
- See for yourself.
- Shit all on there.
- You sliming the slime.
- Shit, for real, that's bullshit.
(engines roaring)
- You gotta know man, you gotta know.
I'll follow you and tell you.
- All right so- - Stay on the bullshit.
If you think you- - Slime the slime.
Slime the slime.
He's a fool. - Yeah.
- Imma need that money soon.
(suspenseful music)
Where my money at?
- I can't talk to you about Pancho man.
Shit came across the situation on the road,
caught me lagging over there in the zone man,
fucking took everything man, everything.
I'm gonna get your money back though. I promise you.
- It been three days already. - Bro I know I been got,
now I'm searching for the niggas and everything man.
But the way I can call some trouts up and get them back,
all right I promise I can set it straight.
(music intensifies)
- Call your people right now.
- Say less.
(suspenseful music continues)
Fuck, fuck, no man, come on man, come on man.
(suspenseful music continues)
Come on Pancho, man.
Man you got me dead wrong man, I got you Pancho man.
Give some time man. Fuck.
- Yeah sir. There's few right here.
You know what I'm saying?
Everything, everything on this scene.
- What's going on, boy?
Got it. - You got that?
- Yeah I got the motherfucker going for 34.
I ain't like five on it though.
- I don't know about it, I be paying 32 though.
- Shit you buy five of 'em right now
I give it to you for 32. - Right now?
- Shit, I got 'em. They pretty.
Fuck me.
- Yeah, damn. I need this.
Pack them up, I'm gonna get some.
Thanks for everything.
Ready.
- Family. - Family, family, everything.
- We good. - Yeah.
- My man.
Nephew, you heard from Diamond?
- Nah you gotta holler at Glizzy.
- No, I'm not gonna call that nigga no more,
fucking Glizzy man.
Tell shorty she need to come holler at me man.
- All right I got you. - Appreciate it.
- All right.
* 20 Gs *
* Ain't shit changed, still the same lowlife *
* I'm just a little richer got the car to skip the Rolex *
* I might go grab *
* Gonna go freeze with my scanner, please *
* I'm just a popular *
* Started at the bottom in the base now we *
- Yo who the fuck is on my car, nigga?
- Hold the fuck up? Stand the fuck down, get the fuck back.
I'm Officer Bradley APD. I'm looking for TK.
- I'm TK Mr. Clean.
- Y'all TK. - Y'all play man.
Y'all motherfuckers want to play today okay, okay, okay.
I got you motherfuckers in the lineup
since all y'all TK today.
Motherfucker you TK.
Why the fuck is you playing with me?
Y'all back the fuck back.
I said back the fuck back. Is you Michael Andrews?
Y'all get the fuck back. I want this nigga.
- What the fuck you want? - To talk to you, talk to you?
What the fuck is up with all these murders in my city?
- Murder, what the fuck murder?
- What you know about Anthony's murder?
- Anthony? Never heard of him.
- So now you got amnesia? What you know about Snake murder?
- I don't know shit about shit.
- Ain't know shit about shit, huh?
Okay, okay, what about Rah-Rah?
- We don't know shit, man. The fuck you want?
- That's your boy, huh? - Don't know shit about it.
Nigga, we being detained or what?
- Nah, not today but next time I see you,
hopefully I fry your ass so I can book you and your niggas.
- Get the fuck out the block. - Fuck you, nigga.
- Get off the car, nigga. - Yeah Scar,
remember that shit, scar nigga, fuck that car.
- Fuck you nigga. - Jesus.
- Hey got your food here.
- Thank you so much, keep the-
- This your tip here? - Uhuh.
- Oh thank you! - Thank you.
Have a good one. - Same to you.
(phone ringing) - Hello?
- Hey how it looking like over there.
- Shit man we got nothing, we sold out right now.
I went on my phone to come through that motherfucker now.
Shit you can gimme about an hour though?
- An hour all right. - All right, bet.
- All right, an hour my ass.
- What's up Twin? Damn I thought I told you gimme an hour.
- Hey my boy you already know what the fuck time it is.
- All right now Twin, we getting down like that?
- Hey man. Run on packing man.
- I ain't running shit, nigga.
(gun firing) Fuck.
- Run no motherfucking packing?
* These niggas let me down, nigga *
* I can't tell you no more *
* Fuck around nigga and let me kick in some doors *
* All these scars representing all my battles of war *
* My mama said *
- What's up baby? - Hey.
- How you doing? Everything good.
- Mhm, but I gotta talk to you.
- Talking about what?
- All right so I went to the doctor today and I'm pregnant.
- You pregnant? - Yeah.
- Who you pregnant by? - Is that a joke, nigga?
Stop playing with me. - I'm dead ass.
- You, who else. - You're keeping it?
- Of course I'm gonna keep it.
I'm 14 weeks. I can't get no abortion.
- The fuck you mean you gonna keep it?
You know damn well I got a wife.
- What the fuck that gotta do with me?
- Shit I got something to tell you too.
- What? - My wife pregnant.
- What? What the fuck?
Nigga, your pull out game weak,
what the fuck you mean your wife pregnant.
- She pregnant.
- You ain't even supposed to be fucking her.
Bro, get the fuck out. Get the fuck out Michael.
And don't come back.
(upbeat music)
* Boy, you know I've had to go away *
* I had to make things right with my life *
* And say bye to you *
- Why you ain't been answering the phone?
- I ain't been in the mood, Leah.
- Why? What's wrong?
- Girl I went to the doctor and I am pregnant.
- So what you trying to do?
- Girl ain't shit I can do. I'm 14 weeks.
I can't even get an abortion. - Bitch you stupid.
- Man just go 'cause I don't need all the extra shit.
First TK came in here with the bullshit and now here you go.
- Oh you told him what he say?
- He's spazzed, acting crazy,
acting stupid like he always do, I ain't got time.
- Fucking that married man.
* All these scars representing all my battles of war *
* My mama said yeah when it rains it pours *
* I can't take it no more *
* I can't take it when these niggas do me dirty *
* When it rains it pours *
* I can't take it no more *
* I'm trying to make the shit with the birth *
* Trying to break the curse *
- All right Mr. Andrews, thank you for coming in today.
My name is Dr. Os
and I'm gonna be assisting you and your wife.
She reached out to me and to also see exactly
how you guys can improve and work on your marriage.
- I thought we was doing better.
I thought you said you was gonna change,
you was going to stop with all the females.
What's going on with you? Seriously.
- [Counselor] So I do sense that you're not,
you don't want to be here and that's okay.
- I mean babe, what the fuck is you talking about?
- I went through your phone Michael.
- You went through my phone? - Yeah.
You still messing with your baby mama,
and you told me you was done.
- I definitely wanna give you a chance
to give your perspective on what had happened
throughout the course of your marriage.
- So you telling me you went through my phone
while I was asleep?
- I only answered it 'cause it was ringing, and who is TK?
- What I tell you by touching my shit?
- So when did the cheating start?
- You go looking for shit, you find shit, don't you?
- So you still messing with your baby mama?
- Don't add my shit up.
- I went through her phone while she was in the shower.
I seen her kissing like five, six different niggas.
- You know what Michael?
I've been nothing but a good wife to you
and this's all you have for me.
- And she was in nudes too, like naked pictures and shit.
- Okay so that triggered...
Okay and what what did you do after you saw that.
- Bro don't be fucking playing on me
like I ain't see you with that fuck nigga
the other week in my goddamn charger at the park.
I did my dirty work after that.
- So are you still currently cheating or what's going on?
- I have a newborn.
Oh now your ass looking confused.
Look, I ain't got no shit,
I got my kids in the room. - Are you serious right now.
- So you had a child in the midst of, okay,
how did she find out? - I brought the baby home.
- After all the shit you put me through, Michael,
you a real fuck nigga, or should I say TK?
- Understand this shit right here, shorty,
you can't do what a nigga do, all that tit for tat shit,
it'll get your ass slapped.
- So I just wanna make sure I'm hearing this correctly,
you brought a newborn child into your home.
You and Miss Andrew's home?
- Yes I did. - Okay.
- Call me a fuck nigga again.
- Where you going because I'm not done talking to you.
- But I am, I'm gonna go see my child.
Matter of fact why don't you goddamn call
that nigga Jay you was with the other day.
- So how did she react? - How she react?
She started crying so I told her she ain't got no trouble
but to deal with it.
- Michael can you just wait?
- I'm finna go, Alicia, about damn time, you good.
(phone buzzing)
Who the fuck's on your cell?
Oh that's who the fuck you with all day, huh?
- Can you gimme my phone please?
- Bitch I paid these goddamn bills.
I choked her to the wall.
- [Counselor] So with the baby and the cheating
and the pretty much the infidelity and the abuse.
Do you really wanna stay in your marriage?
- Michael can you please just gimme my phone.
Give me my phone.
- Y'all talk about power.
(dramatic music)
- I have to finish my drink,
call me when you get home okay?
- Denise. - Let call you back.
Y'all following me?
- I'm Detective Richmond and I'm here to ask you questions
about your son Devin.
- Yeah, Glizzy. - Okay.
- Well in case you didn't know he's a prime suspect
in a lot of murders that's been going on in the city.
When the last time you spoke to him?
- Last week. - Last week. What day?
- Tuesday. - Tuesday.
At your house, y'all went out to dinner?
- What this got to do with me?
- Well ma'am it'll be safer if we get to him
before the streets get to him.
- Yeah because we really care. - Am I free to go?
- Carry on. - You're a free citizen.
- See you.
* Sticky chubby shit *
* No machete *
* My biggest flex is *
* I ain't gotta flex it *
* All that moving on us, I like that Jefferson *
* Ain't no pressure on no *
- I been hearing shit out here in these streets man,
like I'm worried about you. - Don't start all that.
I'm good out here.
- What you mean you fucking good?
What the fuck you mean
like you ain't fucking good if you got niggas out here
looking for you and shit.
- Why the hell you- - Bro I got a fucking baby.
Your baby like I don't want nothing to happen to you.
You got a child out here.
- What you mean something happen to me
like I'm gonna die something? - That what you acting like.
That what you wanna do? - Hell no.
And that's what you tell me,
I hope you hope you die, you said that too.
You said that to me. - Okay.
I thought shit all the time but you still my baby's father.
Like for real.
Like I'm being dead ass serious. Like come on.
- You right bro. I been thinking about that myself too.
Like I'm gonna get baby girl right.
Get this future started for her too.
You know what I'm saying?
I got some ideas on, I ain't been like,
just in the street doing dumb ass shit.
I been thinking about shit too,
I got some business ideas and all this shit, bro.
- What kind of fucking plans you got for her?
- Look man I got her, I got her bank account and everything.
I've been putting money in that motherfucker every week.
- So how the fuck you going do anything if you ain't here?
- Listen, look, look, no look hear me out.
- Got me looking dumb.
- Look baby, look now hear me out for real.
Listen I need you and baby girl
to stay all the way out the way.
I don't need you going to no grocery store,
I don't need you going no fucking club,
I really don't even want her to go,
I want her to be home schooled bro, no for real.
- So me and my baby can't go outside
'cause some fucking shit you got going on?
- Man this shit ain't new bro.
Come on brother, you know you knew about this shit bro,
when you got with me, bro.
- Bro I don't give a fuck. I still had a fucking baby.
I got a fucking baby.
You need to fucking calm the fuck down.
- You knew what the fuck you get yourself into bro.
- Calm the fuck down.
- Like nah you calm the fuck down.
- Calm that shit down, bro.
- Do it end of the day bro. You pulled up with some money.
Want some money don't you?
- I do. - Some money, okay.
Stop playing, and that, damn, you gonna keep-
- But I'm for real, don't fucking, uh uh.
- I knew it- - I want some money.
- I already know- - 'Cause you played
and you need to pay so that's
why I do want some fucking money.
But I mean I do fucking love your stupid ass.
- I love you too bro.
You gotta stop tripping like that, that's too much.
- No that ain't too much. Come on baby.
Come on give me like two more hundreds, two more.
- Fine, yeah, two more.
Look though we gonna sit down,
we gonna talk to real about that business there.
I wanna put that in her name you feel me
that way we can have her already going,
I ain't gotta take nothing, you ain't gotta take,
gonna be in her name, she turn 18 she gonna be good.
Man, call when get home. - Will do.
- Drive dirty too. - (laughs) Fuck you.
You like them. - Hey Jack bro.
How long we we have, brother?
- Hey man, I'll start that shit bro.
Go to church if you want preach bro.
- It's really just, bro you silent.
I'm talking about one them came,
you been like that since I've known you bro.
I'm trying to see if I'm tripping.
- Bro we been brothers since second grade bro.
When I was finna beat your ass.
John, my cousin shoes, huh?
Your cousin had them spidermans on,
they used to be dirty as fuck too Jack.
- My nigga pimped me out wearing damn shoes.
I told his ass not to wear them damn shoes man,
- I tell you.
I gotta get down, man.
I think about pulling the banks off bro.
Think about it, me and you going crazy like we used to.
We were going crazy.
- Bro I knew there was some bullshit bro.
Glizzy, we not finna rob no goddamn bank.
What the fuck be wrong with you man?
You fell behind your ass on ATL school, ATL,
all that stupid ass shit, man.
- Man watch out bro, shit I don't know
what the fuck these niggas want bro.
Shit I don't know, they wanna run some,
I don't know what they want bro.
What the hell we gonna do then bro?
- Bro I'm telling you what we gonna do.
We gonna stick to the script.
We going go get regularly them folk
and then loot them, the word around town,
they be having them niggas at Lakewood on Smith.
We go and fuck they shit up,
they ain't even gonna see it coming.
- I do like that. I do like that.
Look, we gotta get Diamond back first
then we slide on they spot.
Well yeah, I do like that.
- What you want to call smoke then?
- Hell nah, just me and you. Come on Jack.
Me and you can handle two or three out of them.
- For sure, I'm ready for that.
Bro this shit so crazy bro, these niggas got sick.
Bro I'm done with them, this just got personal.
- Man what me and that nigga TK gave my whole clip
to the face. - Oh we back on that?
I bet I sprayed one of them niggas worse than you.
You talking about face?
I'm talking about face and body, inside out a nigga.
Two ribs, graphic TV. - Oh that. See that boy?
I need that one I need that, let's get it.
- Oh well. (soft knocking)
- Hey nigga. What's going on? - Hi.
- Okay then for sure. - Hey man for sure.
- Press hyped up on that. - For sure.
Hey man, shit something light, something light.
Hey man hit a lick on that lame nigga's man G.
- G? Who the fuck G? - Man,
G who we be getting bricks from.
Lame ass nigga, yo he going on about,
somebody said get about the hour,
talking about they was low, they low yo.
That mean they had all the funds that nigga was running.
- Right about that. - Yeah I'm up here.
Come on.
(peaceful music)
- What you doing?
- Just handling a little business.
- This look like big business to me.
- You know everything big business right here.
- Yeah I know who I'm fucking with.
- Hey I appreciate that you stealing me early too.
- You know I got you. - Going hard.
- I got you.
- I knew you want me to come over here too.
- Uhuh. See this ain't even going like that.
It ain't going like that.
- Yeah stop the cap I'll leave then if it's like that, hey.
- Boy, don't play with me. - Oh yeah?
(relaxing music)
Uh, just like that.
- Something you can always afford.
- Mhm, that nigga didn't know- (woman moaning)
(relaxing music continues)
You know what the only place we ever got along was in a bed.
- Man shut the fuck up. - No, for real.
For real. - For real.
- So shit, let me put you down.
- I mean that put me down my way.
- So, shit I went to buy some weed right?
(upbeat music)
- What's up girl? - Hey, hey.
- Y'all trying to get the fuck up?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- And you know I was sitting there
and them folks was like talking about the video and shit
that I showed you earlier. - This is good.
- This's the same video I showed you earlier.
- About Glizzy? - Yeah.
- Oh I gotta tell you all that, just know.
- What they were saying? - Shit.
They was just looking at me
and talking about you know what you did and shit.
It's my ex and I done got the video,
we done be watching that video all day.
- Ex? - Yo, who?
- I told you them folks,
the street really be talking about you hard.
- Then what? I don't know about that.
You gotta have a nigga back though for real.
- I just want you to be safe.
- I'm safe right here. - All right.
- Harlem, we down there broke man.
- What's up with you? - Hey.
Oh who had this here? - It's a good lil spot, man.
- Oh where's she at? - She's asleep.
- Where PeeWee, you not heard from him?
- Hell nah you only goddamn person
who goddamn got in contact with me.
- I'm just trying to figure out like
why he keep popping up and leaving.
Like what's, what's going on? - Shit I don't know.
- It's like he got something going on in Philly.
- Philly, the fuck you mean Philly?
- I don't know he said something about like some money move
that he had going on up there.
- Money move and I got last brick.
That nigga tricky, huh?
But when you do talk to the nigga, tell nigga call me.
- I will.
* No machete *
* My biggie flex is *
* I ain't got flex it *
* I'm just moving on up, I like the Jefferson *
- Man. What the fuck man? - What you mean?
- Man, what was that, that's cold bro.
- What's up? - Oh shit.
Man I'm gonna kill everybody man.
- What the fuck, bro?
They can't even tell who he was bro.
He battle with these fools, bro.
Only way they knew who he was about his tattoo.
- Man that was straight my boy out here, bro.
I can't tell him what the fuck he done did.
He had too much shit on you man.
How you know you wasn't with him?
Who the hell you fucking with?
- Shit I just know last time I seen him look in his eye,
the desperation look.
Then he wanted to go on the move.
I tried.
I'm like there bro you want us to go move with you,
wanna move? - Yeah really.
- Man really, fuck her man.
- The hell you mean fuck her, nigga?
- Like I said, fuck her,
y'all didn't care nothing about my cousin.
- Who your cousin. - Amir.
- Wait, what you mean bro?
- Shit ain't over if they go home,
you know you ain't happy when you was the nigga one on one.
- What the hell you trying to say bro?
- I said what I had to say bro.
- Man, you tripping bro.
No bro ain't gonna do no shit like that bro.
- What the fuck bro. We need to handle that.
You know what's up. - That's the truth sir.
- Man listen we gonna handle that about Amir and cuz man.
Y'all niggas tripping. - Yeah bro.
We just wait up, no we're not.
Told y'all. I told y'all bro.
- Nigga, I ain't hear that. - Bro, I don't bro.
Not today. - Call phone bro.
We still gotta put that big together.
- Same thing every time. - We get all that bro.
- [Phone] Your call has been forwarded
to an automated voice messaging system.
At the tone, please record your message.
When you finished recording you may hang up
or press one for more options.
- [Detective Richmond] Hey Summer,
this is Detective Richmond.
I'm just calling to inform you that we have found a body
and it has been identified as Anthony's.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
I apologize for having to leave this as a voicemail
but I've been trying to reach out
and I have no other means of informing you.
- Hell y'all be calling niggas at the wrong time.
I was fucking folks up.
- Damn nigga, just one?
- That's how many I have, that's it.
You gotta make something shake.
- Ain't that shit worth being put out there?
- For sure, but look though,
I think I know who did it.
Did that shit wrong. - Nigga, who?
- You know the nigga goddamn, you said be having that shit?
Damn, I'm dumb bro. - Where the hell the nigga at?
- East half of the block, little Chicago.
- We need to go wipe down. - Y'all niggas ready?
- For sure. - Yeah.
- Get your shit, y'all.
* Y'all false, y'all tripping *
* Hit that bitch one time, ain't no taste *
* Turning key shit, that's my baby *
* That new Ford it came with *
All right, let's go.
* I gave my heart to the streets *
* And they took my soul *
* I be damned nigga *
* Hit it like you know I pack the bowl *
* All these niggas really act *
* Yeah they play roles *
* Even in the summer my heart cold *
* These niggas claim its done *
* Get behind the wall and fold *
* Nigga don't keep it real *
- What's up? - What's up?
- So I heard you guys do deals.
- Yeah, whatever you want.
* This shit can't even fold *
* So I got a duffle bag, Louis *
* Bitches trying to fuck me, trying to sue me *
* If it's smoke dog, don't approach me *
* You better have good luck, like a four leaf *
* Yeah, yeah *
* We slide around lurking everything *
* I gave my heart to the streets and they took my soul *
* I be damned a nigga *
* Let know I keep that bold *
* All these nigga really act *
* Yeah they playing roles *
* Even in the summer, heart cold *
* These niggas claim it's done *
* Get behind that wall and fold *
* Niggas don't keep it real no more *
* They done forgot the code *
* If I catch the ops *
- Yes! - Still in this game?
- Yeah, man. - Okay.
- Oh shit. - This a nice lil trap spot.
- Hell yeah. - Come get it?
(door crunching)
- Down, get down. (guns firing)
- Fuck nigga, where is it?
- Put that motherfucking freezer bro. Chill out bro.
Chill out bro.
* Know I had to get with it *
* I gave my heart to the streets and they took my soul *
* I be damned a nigga carry *
* Like you know I *
- Fuck nigga, tell me where the rest-
(people yelling)
- Shit's in the chimney, bro.
* Don't keep it real no more *
- I got two more, fellas.
- Yeah, fuck me.
* We the ones started this shit *
* The rest of these niggas stay hosed *
(guns firing)
(upbeat music continues indistinctly)
- Fuck. - Fuck, come on.
(engine roaring)
(guns firing)
- Fuck man. - Fuck man.
- Yeah type of shit that was.
- Man I ain't even hit shit man.
What kind of car that was man?
- Man I ain't see, for real.
- Man that car was real, put the fucking glasses on.
* I just fucked Rose in *
(knocking thudding)
* On the floor, I tell 'em catch me *
* I might put in make it scrap *
* Two in the blue, and I get a big butt, like an ocean *
* You can't kick it with the gang you have low motion *
(loud knocking)
(door creaking)
- I see you. What the fuck you keep on knocking for?
- OG told me to push up on you.
- Yeah come on nigga.
Where the fuck my daughter at nigga?
- OG I ain't even talk to Diamond,
Diamond be tripping like she not answering my phone
and stuff, like calling the phone,
send me the voicemail like I ain't,
you know we been beefing, like everyone-
(phone ringing)
- [Phone] Call has been forwarded to an automated-
- See what I'm saying?
- She ain't just not answering my call for no reason,
so I'm finna shake, tell me the real, my nigga.
Last time I spoke to Diamond bro like,
we were beefing, whatever-
(gun clacking)
- I need the real. - Man look.
I, I, I, I, I know where she at.
I know who got her.
- Point me in the right direction.
- Oh nah I'm going to get her.
I'm gonna go, you gotta let me handle this, I don't like,
like I can handle this all, I got this, I can handle it.
- Nah, you don't get enough, my nigga,
let me point me in the right direction.
- Let me handle it, homie. - I got something for you.
We ride now.
- Oh I thought you finna see me, bro.
- No we, we in this together. - Oh let's do it.
(dramatic music) Let's do it together.
- I slide on all them fuck niggas.
- Nigga, you were- - Glizzy this, Glizzy that.
Nigga, fuck Glizzy. I spent all them bitch ass niggas.
- Man if you don't get get your kick cut
kick push shoe wearing ass on, nigga,
you ain't talking about shit, nigga.
- Man fuck you fat ass nigga.
- Bro I'll get down like that bro, I fuck hoes.
(traffic roaring) (crowd chattering)
- You fucking stupid. (laughs)
- So, the hell going on, you look shiny, look nice.
- Y'all look rather fucking, ah, nigga, damn.
- My bad. Why they crying man?
- You tripping. - Yeah man.
- Y'all look rather fucking dapper.
What the hell y'all going?
- Know how we come man everything going on.
But what's up though? Everything good?
- Nah do I look good? Do I look fucking good?
- Damn bro I told your ass
you ain't got no business out here trying to be gangster.
- I'm out here moving for you bro.
- Bro you ain't moving.
- Man, I told both of y'all ass,
y'all ain't doing this dumb ass shit in broad daylight bro.
- This man ain't wanna say shit
till we got to the barbershop what I supposed to do?
- Your ass supposed to be on point.
- Exactly. - I move first.
- And got your ass popped.
- All right look man, what the hell going on?
- They said somebody hit a main artery and I'm sick.
I was sick some from dying or some
but they gave me primo percs though.
- Percs? - That's good.
- Yeah, I'm trying to get some more.
- Can I borrow a little something.
- No you don't want me to get down with you
this is where I'm at.
Man bro what the fuck are you doing, damn.
Love you bro, come to mama.
Hey baby, oh watch your legs.
You, you finally want the show,
where the hell you been superstar?
Boo boo I'm supposed to be the one crying.
I got shot in my leg.
- Going out doing all that.
Man you don't have to worry about that baby
need to be out here trying to have a business.
- I'm set, I'm still, I can go home, I'm good.
They the one who told me I still need to be here.
- Gotta heal up, that's what's up.
- Get her. - Take you from mama.
- I love you baby. Get her real quick man.
- All right man, real shit though, man, nigga love bro,
nigga ain't trying to tell you nothing wrong,
you gotta stay the fuck out these streets huh?
Shit ain't for you bro.
We gonna leave with her, and look,
we got something for you.
Hold that down, bro. Make sure you have it close, bro.
- Love you. - Love you too.
(upbeat music)
Love you baby.
* And I know, bands on me *
* Yeah I know *
* And I know, bands on me *
(relaxing music)
* When I'm fucked up I do dumb shit *
* Like giving niggas in my DMs my attention *
* Did I mention I've been playing with myself *
* All alone on facetime *
* Doing shit I can't tell no one *
* No one but you *
* 'Cause you wouldn't judge me, I'm just coming for you *
* Til I fall asleep *
* And wake up next day just thinking this all was a dream *
* Yeah *
* This is my reality *
* This is deep inside of me *
- What's going on with you? You okay?
- I got into a fight but I'm fine
so I just wanted to apologize to you
for how I was acting the other day.
I made a mistake. - You made a mistake?
- Yeah I did. - Alicia,
I thought you told me you was back in good terms
with your husband.
Was he the one that did this to you?
- I just wanna apologize and forget about him
and move forward with you.
- Really so you expect me to accept you back
after you wasted my time
and you embarrassed the fuck outta me the other day Alicia.
- What do you mean?
- Look, you know I care about you right,
about your wellbeing and all that?
Give me some love.
Gotta keep it real with you,
found a new girl, her name's Shayla.
We been getting pretty close.
Look Alicia.
I think I just gotta stop fucking with you completely.
It's just too much man.
I got this weird nigga Slims following me around
asking me for money and shit.
It's too much, it's way too much.
So best of luck to you.
(singer vocalizing)
- Yeah, get some of that paper right too.
- Hold on, that TK's spot?
(upbeat electronic music)
- Let me holler at you Mr. Sneaky Link.
- Hey are you home. - Bro? What the fuck?
- I need to come over there. Are you home?
- [Phone] Hey what the fuck going on bro?
- A lot going on. I can talk to you when I get there.
Are you home? - Yeah, who else gonna-
- Who the fuck you on the phone with?
Better not be a fuck nigga. - That's my brother.
- How the fuck you know him? - That's my brother.
- Who the fuck is that bitch ass nigga.
- Bro, bitch as nigga.
- TK is Lily baby daddy bro.
- How the fuck you let that go on Glizzy?
- I don't know man, this lame ass nigga, bro.
Bro, this nigga been under my nose the whole time bro.
The whole time. - How?
- I don't know how the fuck I missed this shit bro.
I ain't never met this lame ass nigga.
And Lilly is, it's his, oh my god brother.
That's Lilly baby daddy. Fuck.
- Get your big ass out of the spot.
- Game over man.
(peaceful music)
* Who wouldn't have a heart *
* Never had shit *
Finally got you.
- Get the fuck over here.
Sit down here.
- Who the fuck- - Fuck you, nigga.
- Devin, you have no idea how long
I've been waiting to talk to you.
- Detective Bitch Ass, what the fuck you want?
- I wanna keep my city safe.
I think getting you off the streets
is gonna help me do that.
- Man this shit ain't got nothing to do with me.
- Hmm, nothing to do with Rah-Rah?
- Who? - Rah-Rah.
Fucker who's got holes all over him.
- I don't know the fuck that is.
- You don't know who the fuck that is. You kidding me?
I'm just supposed to expect that you're stupid.
- Man look, listen bro, you checking in the wrong spot.
You better look at your mans.
- I know you got something to do with that shit.
- Shut the fuck up. - Fuck you bitch.
- Like Anthony man, oh man. Anthony was a good man.
Jack Boy, Jack Boy, Jack Boy.
- Who the fuck is that? - That's you.
- I don't know who the fuck that is.
My name Cortez Little, sir. - Cortez Little?
- Yes sir. - Hold up.
- Well fuck Cortez Little. - That's me.
- Alias Jack Boy.
- Man, I don't know nobody named
no motherfucking Jack Boy man.
Man, don't attach no motherfucking Jack Boy to my
name.
My name is Cortez Little, sir.
That's the mother name my mother gave me sir.
- Yeah, but the streets gave you the name Jack Boy.
And you know, you know all I hear on the streets nowadays
is Jack Boy, Glizzy, Jack Boy, Glizzy, Jack Boy, Glizzy,
Jack Boy, Glizzy, Jack Boy, Glizzy.
I got lots of dead bodies man.
I got Anthony, I got Snake, I got Rah-Rah filled with holes.
You know what Glizzy, he's in the other room,
one of you guys are gonna talk.
- My friend died y'all got me in this motherfucker.
I was on the way somewhere very important.
Y'all gotta fuck shit up. - I mean-
- You and this bitch ass nigga right here, man.
All your little friends. - Lemme ask you,
you talking about my girlfriend.
- I'm gonna take your- - Where the fuck is Diamond?
Huh? Tell me about Diamond.
We've been missing her cute ass.
I wanna get her back.
Your ass probably has her in fucking a closet somewhere man.
- It's very funny. - Right next to Rah-Rah
with bullets in him. - I don't even know the...
Rah-Rah who the fuck is Rah-Rah?
Y'all got a- - Big ass motherfucker.
- Y'all got the wrong person.
- Tattoo all over his fucking face. Shut the fuck up.
- Yeah, shut the fuck up like your boss said, bitch.
- What happened to Anthony? - Hmm? Anthony?
- Yeah. - I don't know.
- Snake. - Snake?
I don't know no damn Snake.
Last time I checked man Rah-Rah had holes all in them.
- Ain't got nothing to do with me bro.
- Who's it got to do with then?
- Do your fucking job. - That's what I'm doing.
- Wrong way buddy. - Let me help you out man.
Gimme a name. - Don't fucking touch me.
Give me a fucking lawyer.
- You love Diamond. - Fucking right.
- You wanna keep her safe,
you wanna make yourself safe so you can take care of her.
- You a grade A asshole. - Got one question for you.
- I got no answers for you. - What about Jack Boy?
(peaceful music)
* AV the great *
(singer vocalizing)
- Hey, that shit looking pretty.
We all go back up but we need to go ahead and kill shorty,
get these polices off our ass,
and get this shit back rolling bro and shit we good man.
- Hell yeah 'cause the shit I found out last night,
my wife's kin with Glizzy.
- What? - That shit crazy.
Yeah this guy here look cool bro. I'm gonna fu-
Where they at, the fucking police?
Why the fuck you looking back?
- Hi Evans, this is Detective Richmond,
send someone that's in the area of Walnut Street,
I have a whited sedan pulled over
a couple of black males in the, in the vehicle,
and I think that may be murder suspects.
Again to someone that is close to Walnut Street, thank you.
- Bro. - Fuck bro.
- Sir, you failed a signal back there,
I'm gonna need to see your license and registration.
- You know what? Fuck this shit.
(muffled screaming)
- I need both of you to get outta the car right now.
Pop the trunk.
Pop the fucking trunk right now.
(dramatic music)
Hands up where I can see them, don't fucking move.
(muffled screaming)
(gun firing)
- So how much you niggas going to pay me
to keep this shit a secret?
(upbeat electronic music)
* Bands on me, and I know, bands on me *
* And I know, bands on me *
* Bitch I fuck *
* Know it *
* Bitch you can't ride it for free *
* You know they ain't bigger than me *
* Beat it up for a fee *
* I'm trying to grind and fuck with my girl *
* 'Cause she got a payment on lease *
* Yeah, been in these streets *
* Hands wet, that's the way that we eat *
* I'm getting cash, yeah, yeah, yeah *
* Watch me go get it *
* Eat it, be fixing these bitches *
* I ain't got time *
* You feel me, they got skin in this, these bitches *
* Y'all want smoke they know I have the biggest *
* 2,500 after the rent *
* I'm not below, they know I be getting it *
* Fly young nigga *
* Everyone go, you know I kick it *
* Bitch I'm a fly young nigga *
* Everywhere I go you know I keep my piece on me *
* Over here you know I gonna smoke *
* I ain't gonna finesse, you know I'm gonna smoke *
* These niggas gonna twist, they gonna choke *
* Everyone know I got the bands on me, yeah, yeah *
* Chains with your bitch *
* Got the fat nigga like I'm Ali *
* Everywhere I go, bands on me *
* Yeah, yeah *
(person singing in Spanish)