Blue Hill Avenue (2001) - full transcript

♪ Shells fly, guns pop

♪ A newborn child ya got and
your wife wants ya to stop ♪

♪ Childhood allies realize
something you can't have ♪

♪ A love that won't
be able to last ♪

Trapped between two realities...

as the casualties heighten.

A reflection of childhood
choices now invades your spaces.

Your jaws begin to tighten.

High stakes
and an abundance of wealth...

to a new form of cocaine
awakens.

And yet still resenting
the fact that...

your childhood was taken.

It all started on the corner.

Egos on the line
as tensions rose high.

Two points in the hoop,
and some debts weren't paid.

And all of a sudden,
punches started to fly.

Well, you decided to keep
your rival's personal stash.

While all of y'all decided to
steam some of them green things,

then turn the rest into cash.

See, your determination
superseded your high education,

and, instead,
you became a street scholar.

You bled, broke bread,

'cause you knew
the other three would follow.

But now you're a man,
your aura melancholy.

Your reign over Boston begins.

Tristan, Simon,

E-Bone and Money.
♪ Shells fly, guns pop

♪ A newborn child ya got and
your wife wants ya to stop ♪

♪ Childhood allies realize
something you can't have ♪

♪ A love that won't
be able to last ♪

♪ Shells fly, guns pop
A newborn child you got ♪♪

There's a small place
in the pit of my stomach...

that only reveals itself
in moments like these.

I should be used to this by now.

This is a routine
I knew too well.

E-Bone, Money and me...

have been through this
too many times to count.

Maybe it's because, this time,
someone was missing.

But still, somethin's not right.

The pit never lies.

Too late to turn back now.

Hola. Wassup, fellas?

Wassup, Jack?

- Is that the money?
- It ain't my laundry.

Well, then let's see it.

The shit first, papi.

Mira. Cautious?
I love cautious.

Pedro, show 'em the yeyo.
Yeah, Pedro,

show me the yeyo.

Why don't you brothers do
what you do best?

Show me the money.

It's all there.

Yeah, your money's good,

but your man here looks like
he's got a problem.

What you so nervous about, bro?
It's all good.

Money, check the shit.
Let's get the fuck outta here.

Yeah, Money.
Test it?

♪ I gotta get this money made ♪

♪♪

They say life comes
down to a series of moments,

and in those moments
are choices...

Decisions that we make that
could affect our lives forever.

We were in one of the worst
fights we had ever been in,

but all I could think about...
The ball!

- the one thing that kept echoing in my
mind... - What the hell you lookin' at?

Was, "How?"
Tris, let's go!

"How did we get here?" Tris,
we're tryin' to play a game here, man.

That's right. Quick.
Come on, Tristan!

Let's play, man!

Goddamn!

E-Bone, Money,
myself and Simon...

had hung together
since the second grade.

We waged a war at Marshall
every day that summer.

We were called out by Lathan
and his crew this one day.

Lathan Butler was
a 17-year-old kid...

who swore up and down he
was comin' up in the world.

They thought playin' us would be easy
money since we were younger than them.

We played because 20 bucks is hard
to come by when you're a teenager.

Besides, I think we had
somethin' to prove.

I'm a bad mother! Gimme the money!
Gimme the money!

My $20, baby!
My $20, baby!

Hell, yes!
Let's go. Let's go.

Yeah, motherfuckers!

- Who's the squad now?
- Shut the fuck up, man.

- Yo! Where the money at, Lathan?
- Hell, yeah!

Come up off my 20,
you no-hoopin' ass-faggot motherfuckers.

- Better watch your mouth.
- Hey, back the fuck up, okay?

Come with the loot, Lathan.

- We ain't got no loot.
- What?

You act like a bitch.
We're gonna treat you like a bitch.

Fuck you, a'ight?
I ain't givin' y'all shit.

♪ Get up We don't give a fuck ♪

♪ We don't give a fuck Stop it!

- ♪ We don't give a fuck
- Stop it!

♪ We don't give a fuck Stop it!

♪ We don't give a fuck

♪ Fuck y'all, fuck y'all
Stop it!

♪ We don't give a fuck Stop it!

Stop it!
♪ We don't give a fuck

Stop it!
♪ We don't give a fuck

♪ Fuck y'all, fuck y'all
I'm the last one left ♪

♪♪

Please! You have to help me!
They're killing each other!

Is that our people?

Please!
I think so.

Break that shit up.

Renaldo Jr.
We called him Wren.

He worked for Benjamin J.
Bateman, A.K.A. Benny.

Benny had absolutely no moral
convictions on how he made money.

More than prostitution, extortion or
drugs... which he was definitely into...

His main commodity was
contributing to the delinquency...

of every kid
in the neighborhood.

What the fuck is wrong with you? This is
attention that we don't fuckin' need, man.

They started it, Wren.
Yo, you shut the fuck up.

- How old are you, man?
- Fourteen.

You and your little team, y'all got
some heart, man. Don't lose that, man.

- Get outta here.
- Hell, no, man. They owe us money.

Fuck you, bitch. Come on, man.
Yo. Yo. Train?

Do that again, man,
I'm gonna fuck you up myself, man.

How much money
they owe you, little man?

Twenty dollars.
Where's your money at, Lathan?

I ain't got no money, Wren.
Come here, man.

What the fuck, man?
Hold on there.

- That's gonna have to do it.
- What the fuck, Wren? Give me back...

Shut up, man.
That's gonna have to do you, man.

- What are we supposed to do with this?
- Smoke it. Sniff it.

Do whatever, man.
It's more than the $20.

Hey, yo, Tristan,
I swear to God, dawg.

Give me my shit back right now.

This'll do. A'ight.
Go get the fuck outta here.

That's not right, Wren.

Man, shut up.

Hey, yo, Tris!

I'm comin' back for my shit, man.
Believe it.

You know you better
hurry the fuck up, right?

I just wanted to thank you...

for what you tried
to do for us back there.

Well, it's okay. I'm glad you're all right.
I'll see you later.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
What's your name? Martine.

Wow. You go to the Burke? Yeah.
We have algebra together.

Right, right. I forgot.
Well, I'll see you in school then.

Not if I see you first.

Bye.
Bye.

Man. "Bye."

"Bye." I like that.

Come on, my man.
Hey, dawg, that girl is fine.

No joke. No joke. Shit.
Come on over here.

Well, goddamn.

Y'all little pimps
look fucked up.

Twinkie!
Wassup, Twinkie?

Hey, baby! Wassup, man?
What's that?

You're just what we want, Twinkie.
Wassup, Twinkie?

Wassup, man? What's happenin'?
What the fuck happened to y'all?

Hey, man. Sometimes you gotta
fight to keep what's yours.

- You know how that shit go. - Hell,
yeah. Ain't that the motherfuckin' truth?

You got a little ho
to take care of you?

No, man. We good.
We can take care of ourselves.

Look here, man.

Get you a ho.
All right?

Buy her somethin' nice.
Treat her like somethin' special.

Shit. You take care of your ho's,
your ho's will take care of you.

Hell of a lot better than this
beat-up-lookin' motherfucker right here.

- Hey, thanks, Twinkie.
- All right. Y'all take care.

Hey, Twinkie?

Man, where all your ho's?

Let me learn you
somethin', young pimp.

Them ho's is for dough,
not for show. All right?

All right, Twinkie.

Twinkie was always
tellin' us off.

And you know, it never dawned on
us to ask why. I'm getting me a ho.

Are you sure we should
be doin' this?

My grandmother's
at choir practice at the church.

Man, you sure?
Yes, I'm sure.

Hoo. Light that bud.
Yeah, man.

Yeah, that's it.
Hoo-wee!

That's it.

Hell, yeah, man.
That's smokin'.

Man, give it to me.

Yeah.
Yeah, okay.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Now that's smokin'.

Where you learn that from?
Come on now, baby.

Y'all don't know
everything about me now.

Did y'all hear what Wren said today?
He said we had heart.

That was bomb-ass shit to say.
E-Bone's Uncle Pee Wee...

is the kind of guy that could never quite get
it together. What you think you're doin'?

You know the type... wears jacked-up
clothes, can't keep a job...

The kind of guy you have to be in the mood to
hang around with. Thirty-four-year-old fuckup.

You ain't gonna say nothin'
to Nana, right?

Shit. You better
believe I am.

Let up on that smoke! Man, all right.
Damn. Just take a hit.

Don't he?
He's a has-been.

Always comin' round.
Broke has-been.

I don't even like Pee Wee.
Want you do a favor for me.

You mean smokin' my shit up
ain't enough?

Why don't you and your
partners go take a run for me?

Then we straight after that?

Like a hard-on in the mornin'.

"More importantly, why you
ain't passin' it to me?"

- I don't even like Pee Wee.
- I'll handle it.

Cool. I don't even like Pee Wee.

Brick! Shit. Y'all can't do it.

Who can't?
You shouldn't have said that shit.

Simon!

Shit.

Y'all a'ight?
Yeah, I think so.

Yeah, man. That's cool.
All right, come on. Let's go.

The fuck.

Yo, Simon. Come on, man.
Let's go.

Shit.
That's Mr. Thomas.

The social studies teacher?

Damn. That is him.

Man, even scholarly-type
motherfuckers gotta get they smoke on.

Hey, that's why that motherfucker's
always happy in class and shit.

'Cause he was gettin' faded
in the teachers' lounge.

If you wanted weed, you
could go just about anywhere.

I mean, there were plenty
of dealers out there...

who would sell you
a nickel or a dime bag...

of just about whatever it was
you were into.

But for variety
and that really good stuff...

and for the dealer who never
ran out of your favorite stash,

you had to go to Sam's place.

Yo, who's winning?

Sox. Last inning.
Rice just doubled.

Damn. Pee Wee must be feelin' pretty
good let you come out after dark.

Usual? Nah. He want four Thai
sticks and two ounces of the Buddha.

All right. You wait right here.
I'll be right back.

And look, don't none of you little
motherfuckers touch my food,

especially you,
you little fat fucker.

Hey, fuck you.
Who the fuck is he callin' fat?

- Your fat ass.
- Fuck you.

What the fuck you...

Hey! What the fuck?
What's wrong with you?

- Come on, guys. Let's go.
- You ain't gonna pay?

Man, sometimes you get on
my motherfuckin' nerve.

- How we gonna get outta here?
- They're blockin' the door.

- Let's go out the back door.
- Goddamn!

Go! Go!
Get outta my house!

Take this shit outside!
What's wrong with you?

Come on, E-Bone!
We gotta get goin'!

Come on, man! We gotta go!
We gotta go!

Go, go, go!
Go, go!

Hey, man, anybody comin'?

They prob... They probably
don't even know we left yet.

How much shit did you get?
Man, I don't know.

Damn! We gonna get higher
than a motherfucker!

Hell, yeah!

What you trippin' on, Tris?

What if we didn't
smoke all of it?

I know you ain't talkin'
about sellin' it.

Why not?
But where, man?

Lathan and them got it locked down
from Gold Fall to Four Corners.

In case y'all don't remember, that was
Benny up in that Cadillac this afternoon.

And I ain't tryin'
to fuck with Benny, man.

Who said anything about
sellin' it on the streets?

We can sell it at school.

All you got is a few burnouts
selling nickel bags to they friends.

We'd be the only crew.

We could supply the burnouts
and take they customers.

And that ain't even the beautiful thing.
What's the beautiful thing?

We don't have to worry
about gettin' caught...

'cause we gonna be
supplyin' the teachers.

Ain't no teachers gonna
buy no herb, Tris.

Shit, man. We just saw
Mr. Thomas buy from Sam today.

Damn motherfuckin'
skippy. Shit.

I'm with you, Tris.
E.

Me too.
Let's do it.

Let's do this.
Let's go.

When we ran out of the stash
we ripped off from Sam,

we started buying from him
to supply our customers.

Pee Wee squared it with Sam
about us stealin' from him,

so we let him get high
as much as he wants.

We were buying so much shit,
it didn't matter to us.

At first, we thought
the money was pretty good,

but we had to kick
so much of it back to Sam...

that we realized
he was the one gettin' paid.

That's when I decided
to grow our own shit,

and then the paper
came in nonstop.

E-Bone got pretty good
at growin' that shit too.

Twinkie helped us out by
lettin' us use the back room...

in one of his girls' apartments.

We kicked back a couple hundred
to her every once in a while...

for lettin' us keep the place.

She appreciated that
and let us know.

We couldn't believe
the life we were livin'.

Where you goin' E-Bone?
Where you goin', boy?

That's some dope new gear
you sportin', E-Bone.

- Get up, girl.
- What the fuck y'all want?

You ain't so tough without your
crew, you little punk?

I told Tristan I was comin'
back for my shit, didn't I?

I guess I'm just gonna have to
take it out your ass, ain't I?

We bombin' on all you
punk-ass bitches!

This is our motherfuckin' block!

Hey, Uncle Rob.

Hey, little Mack.
How you doin'?

Good. Pretty good.
Hey. The place...

The place looks good.

What this place
looks like is empty.

It ain't caught on the
way I thought it would.

Boy, what are you doin'?

It's the first of the month.

Look, the rent on this place
ain't gonna pay itself.

The money don't know where it comes
from, so just take it.

Boy, if your daddy knew what you was
doin', he'd kill you.

And if he knew I was taking money from you
to run this place, I'd be just as dead.

But he doesn't know, and,
as long as he lives,

he doesn't ever need
to know about this, right?

Right.
The barbershop's gonna pick up.

I know it will. I mean,
I believe in you, Uncle Rob.

What good is makin' money if
you can't do nothin' with it?

You know, boy, sometimes I think
you the grown-up and I'm the child.

Now, we gotta get on home
before Mama's dinner gets cold.

Hey, Tristan, hold up.
There's somethin'...

I been wantin' to talk to you
about for a long while now.

I really gotta go, Uncle...
Don't you interrupt me.

Now, if you gonna
be in this game...

And from the looks of things, it looks like
you done made up your mind about that...

You got to realize
that this is a losin' game.

Drug dealers don't have pensions,
they don't end up with retirement funds...

and they don't end up with
the big house on the hill.

They end up dead or
wishin' that they were.

So, what's your point, Unc?
Make a plan. That's the point.

Do somethin' with your money.

Set yourself up to get out of
this game when the time is right.

I'm talkin' about investments...

Legitimate investments.

Now, I'm gonna take this
money as an investment.

You investin' in my barbershop.

I'm gonna teach you the ins
and outs of this business.

From now on, we not just
relatives, we are partners.

And we gonna make this
a success together.

Partners.
Partners.

All right. You tell your mama
I'm gonna be a little late.

All right.
Y'all go on and eat without me.

All right.

Baby, you haven't eaten
your mashed potatoes.

I don't like them.

But they'll make you
big and strong.

You've been saying that
for years, Mom.

What do you know about
"years," little girl?

You only eight.
Yeah, but I'm an old soul.

"Old soul."

How's everything
with you, Tristan?

Good, Pops.
Honey?

Have you told Tristan
you saw his report card?

No, I didn't.
Straight A's again?

You keep this up, we gonna
have to send you to Harvard.

- I'll get it.
- I'll get it. You help your mother.

Tristan.
Simon and Marlon are here.

Wass... Wassup, man? What y'all doin' here?
You... You want some chicken?

- We got a problem, man.
- What's up?

It's E-Bone.

Tristan, Simon, Money.
Broke-ass Pee Wee.

Someone try to break
your legs too?

Took you guys long enough to get here.
Shut your ass.

Can we see him?

Come on in.

- Hey. What up, fellas?
- What up, E?

What's the deal, E?
How you feelin', killer?

Come on, now.
Edward, I want you to finish this.

Look, Nana, I need
to talk to my friends.

I'm not going anywhere
until you finish eating.

It's okay, Mrs. Winslett.
I'll make sure he eats it.

I'll make sure he eats it all.

- Is that all right with you, Edward?
- Yes, Nana.

I'll be outside if you need me.

Okay.

Make sure he eats
all of it, Tristan.

Yeah. Make sure he
gets it and not Simon.

I ain't gonna feed ya.

- So, do you feel as bad as you look?
- What took y'all so long?

Yo, it was Lathan and them,
wasn't it?

- Yeah.
- Yo, it don't make sense, E...

Him fucking you up like this
over a couple of ounces?

Three months ago?
It ain't makin' sense, E.

Hey, what you
talkin' about, man?

We straight embarrassed him,
in front of Benny too.

I say you got lucky, E.

He might have killed your ass.

- Look, what happened, E-Bone?
- What you mean, "What happened?"

I got fucked up.
That's what happened.

Look, Money's right.

Lathan wouldn't have came after
you like this over a couple ounces.

- Yeah. Come on, E.
- Too much time has passed.

So, what happened?

Look, I was doin' business
on the street.

You bullshittin'.

- We said only at school.
- Man, I know what we said.

But there's money on the street, kid.
I'm telling you.

So, in other words, you almost
get killed for a few pennies.

Man, is you stupid?
Pennies?

Money, go over there and
bring me that jar of peanuts.

Shit.

Man, let me help you.

Yeah, and this is only from
me working just three weeks.

Man, imagine all of us working,
man, for months or even years.

Just think of all the shit
we can get, Tris.

Yo, what about Lathan?
We still gotta deal with him.

Man, fuck Lathan, man.

Look.

Hey, where the fuck
you get that, man?

Dennis and his brother Randy robbed a
gun store in Brockton a couple days ago.

They got all kinds of steel.
We can get anything we want.

Let's go, fellas.

Get better, man.

Hey, I want y'all
to know somethin'.

I wasn't holdin' out on y'all.
I was gonna tell you.

I just wanted to see what was out
there on the street, you know?

Yeah, man. Yeah, man. We know.

Get better.
Take care of that eye.

Holler at you in a minute.

- Hi, Tristan.
- Hey, wassup?

Shit. You're not gonna speak?

You talkin' to me?
I ain't talkin' to myself.

I don't think I remember your name.
You gonna do me like that.

You're cute and everything, and I know
you got this little mack thing goin' on,

but I can't be messin'
with no drug dealers.

I ain't no drug dealer.
Come on, Tristan. I'm not stupid.

So you do remember my name.

Okay, so maybe I do, but that
doesn't change the fact that you're...

What's that?
Open it.

It's beautiful.
It's yours.

I can't take this. You have to.
It's nonrefundable.

Listen, I hear you on this little drug-dealing
thing you're talkin' about, right?

But I ain't no dealer. I just help
out my friends from time to time.

That's all? That's all.
I promise.

Thanks for the necklace.

So can I walk you home?

Okay.
You look beautiful with that.

- You sure they in there?
- That's the word.

Let's do this.

I wasn't content with what
we had just dealin' at school.

E-Bone kicked off
the inevitable.

First rule of business...
Control the market.

It was time to elevate the game.

Shit. How many books
y'all get?

Y'all count 'em up.
I gotta take a piss.

Lathan be cheatin'.
When he comes back,

I'm gonna put
a bullet in his ass.

That's why I don't like playin' with
him, 'cause he always be cheatin'.

♪♪

Aw, shit! What the fuck
you goin' to do, bitch?

Little Tristan?

You better kill my ass
right now, motherfucker,

if you got the balls, bitch.

Mother...

I read this book about
World War II one time.

Damn. One of the soldiers said
that every time he killed someone,

he saw the face
of the first man he murdered.

It's like none of
the other faces register.

You kept killin' the same guy
over and over again. Mama.

Lathan was the first cat
I ever killed.

The soldier was right.

I killed other dudes,

but, to this day,
I can only see Lathan's face,

knowin'... Come on, Tris.
Let's go, man.

Knowin' he was gonna die.

Come on, man. Let's go.
In less than a second,

what little bit of childhood
we had left was gone.

I had made decisions about my life
based on my friendships with my boys,

but, until that moment,
I could always walk away.

Now there was no walkin' away.
Lathan!

I was no longer a kid.
Now I was a gangster.

We all were, and that's
the way we wanted it.

Weed is
a pretty lightweight drug,

even back then.

In that game, you usually ain't got to
worry about no one tryin' to murder you.

I killed Lathan because
he was becomin' a pain,

and I knew I would feel
better once he was gone.

Now everyone had no choice
but to take us seriously.

But I had to keep
telling myself over and over,

it was just business.

I said it enough times that I
actually started to believe it.

There wasn't any reason
to kill the rest of 'em.

Without Lathan,
they were nothin'.

And no one goes to the cops
in this neighborhood.

Things were different now.

We were ghetto superstars
before, but,

after we took out Lathan
and took over all his customers,

now we were ghetto legends.

But there was one face...

that didn't show a look
of admiration or respect.

♪ These are the days of our
lives that we're livin' ♪

♪ We're livin' the days of our deadliest
sins ♪ You motherfuckers sit down.

♪♪ You know why you're here?

No.

- You know who I am though?
- Yeah, we know.

- What's that?
- It's new business.

It's your new business.

We doin' pretty good
with the one we got.

Boy, you ain't doin' shit.

You take your best day
and you times it by 10,

and it's your worst day ever
selling this shit right here.

Word?
You like that?

You like the sound of that?

Well, if it's so good,
why you givin' it to us?

Why not just give it to one
of your old crews?

You must be Tristan.

Yeah, that's me.

'Cause I like you, Tristan.

I been watchin' you.

You really handle business
very well.

Besides, you owe me.

How you figure that?

You took out one of my crews,
but you didn't bother to get permission.

Now make no mistake.

Now, this is not a demand.
It's a request.

Shit, motherfuckers, I ain't gonna
beg y'all to make this money.

- What is it?
- It's a form of cocaine.

Don't worry, little man.
We can teach you how to cook that up.

What do you call it?
It's called "crack."

And that was the beginning.

♪ Bitch, what is it Cross over ♪

And this, this is the end.

♪ You never seen 'em drop like
this and lock they ass up ♪

♪ Make it hot like this and
still don't spill my drink ♪

♪ My shit real on these streets
Feel my love for concrete ♪♪

Brian Torrance and Archie Tyler.

They were detectives
assigned to our case.

See, after 12 years,
the local cops couldn't catch us,

so the brass assigned
Abbott and Costello here...

to make their presence known,

thinkin' that, if the heat was
on, we'd slow down a little,

maybe make a mistake
so they could catch us.

As usual, they were wrong.

How about it, Tris? Any idea why
somebody'd come in here, rob your uncle?

No, man.

- No idea whatsoever?
- That's what I just said.

Well, why is it that I
don't believe you?

I don't know.

Maybe you just a naturally
suspicious kinda guy.

Let me ask you a question.

Why would they send two vice
detectives to investigate a robbery?

Fourteen-Paul...
Drug-related theft.

And what makes you think
it's drug-related?

I don't know.

Maybe because the owner
is a drug dealer.

Whatever, man.
So, what happened, Tris?

One of your little crackhead
buddies get all mad at ya?

If you two
wasn't so damn pathetic,

you'd almost be funny.

But instead, you're nothin'.

I'm nothin'?

You got no idea
how close we are, fucko!

You and your little crew
are done.

I guess that means you won't be searchin'
too hard for the guy that robbed us.

Now, will you?
Hey, Tris.

If I was you,

the shop would be the last
thing I'd be worried about.

You better start growin' yourself
some eyes in the back of your head.

What the fuck
were they doin' in here?

Hey, I didn't call them.
They just showed up.

Kinda like fungus.

It ain't funny, Unc.

Torrance and Tyler have it in for me.
You know that.

I told you not to talk
to them clowns.

I didn't call them,

and I didn't tell them
anything, Tristan.

Look, I'm not one of them
little punks on the street.

So do me a favor... don't
talk to me like I am.

I'm sorry, Unc.

How much did they get anyway?

Couple hundred dollars
out of the register.

Couldn't open the safe.

Why don't you put bars on the windows and
doors like everybody else on this street?

I've been livin' and workin' in
this neighborhood all my life.

I ain't never had no bars on the window.
I ain't about to start now.

Times change.
You got that right.

Twelve-year-olds
killin' each other.

Goddamn psychopaths
everywhere you look.

Look, I just came by
to make a bank run anyway.

How much we got to deposit?

About four grand.

Cool.
Be safe.

I will.

Hey, look, Unc, um,

I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier.
I didn't mean it.

That's okay, Tristan.

But you see what I'm talkin'
about, right? What?

About the neighborhood. Yeah.
How things change. Yeah, I heard you.

No, not just how things have
changed, but w they've changed.

Have you asked yourself
that question?

Come on, Unc. Things change.
Times are hard.

No. There's more to it
than that.

If you got somethin' you wanna say to
me, just go ahead and say it, Uncle Rob.

Look, it's the rock, Tristan.

Rock has fucked
this neighborhood up.

No. Think about it.
There's junkies everywhere.

It never used to be like that.

Crack has got these people so wrapped
up, they're willin' to...

To rob, to-to maim,
to kill anybody...

just to get enough money
to get their next high.

It was a crackhead
who broke in here.

You don't know that.
Tristan, you got a reputation.

You got a reputation
for murderin' people.

Now, what motherfuck
in his right mind...

is gonna risk robbin' this place
so you can find out who they are?

You, E-Bone, Simon and Money, you
might as well be the motherfuckin' mob.

Who's gonna go up against that for a
couple hundred dollars and some change?

So some motherfuckin' crackhead came in
here and robbed us? That's just one case.

You don't believe that,
and I know you don't.

You don't wanna take responsibility,
but, hey, I can understand.

Now you wanna blame me for all
the fucked-up shit in Boston?

Crack is the problem, and you're the
biggest crack dealer in the Sound End.

Fuck you, old man.

God!
We set up crack houses...

all over the South End.

Blue Hill and Intervale was where
we made the bulk of our money.

If you wanted cocaine,
you didn't come to us.

You just phoned it in,
and we came to you.

E-Bone did most of the cooking. He cooked
up to eight keys a day without fail.

Then we asked someone from the
neighborhood we thought we could trust...

to make sure that everything stayed
stocked and kept track of the weight.

In the Blue Hill Ave house,
that was Buzz.

Maceo chopped the keys
and broke them down into ounces.

He added the benzocaine, the procaine or
vitamin B to the weight that was chopped.

Day-Day would take the orders
over the phone, always in code,

so no one listenin' would
know what was really goin' on.

And then he'd hand each one
of them to the runners...

along with a package
of what was ordered.

Simon ran the house though.
In fact, he ran all the houses we had.

'Cause it didn't matter
how bad you were,

nobody fucked with Simon.

- Nobody.
- Word.

When Money wasn't gettin' laid,
he kept everyone in line.

If anything went wrong, Marlon
was the first to know about it.

Most of the time, the problem was
handled before I even knew about it.

Hey, what the fuck is all
that noise out there, man?

Hey, baby.
Hey.

You okay?
Why wouldn't I be?

'Cause you sittin' in here
in the dark.

So.
What?

What's goin' on?

Remember that?

Man. Where'd you
get this thing?

I found it at the bottom
of my jewelry box.

That thing is ugly.
Hey.

My little eighth-grade
sweetie gave me that.

Shut up. Well,
he had terrible taste in jewelry.

Good taste in women.
Terrible taste in jewelry.

So, what's the matter?

Not quite workin' out
like we planned it, is it?

"Workin' out"?
What do you mean?

I mean,

after 12 years of broken
promises, you still in the game.

"Broken promises." The roof over your
head, clothes on your back.

Those don't seem like broken
promises to me. That's survival.

And, you know,
I believed that for a long time...

You know, that "survival" thing.

But look around you. We do a whole
lot better than just survive.

What do you want from me?

I want you to quit.

Just like that?

You know, you and Uncle Rob suffer from
the same damn disease... selective memory.

I didn't hear none of this when we
went on vacation last year to Hawaii.

And I didn't hear none of this two
years ago when your mother got sick...

and couldn't pay
her damn hospital bills.

You didn't have nothin' to say
about me quittin' then.

What difference does
it make when I ask you?

And, Tristan, you know
enough is enough.

Well, I find it very interesting
that it's okay for me...

to risk my life so that you can wear
this Gucci drawers frufru bullshit.

But now that your stomach is full
and you ain't hungry no more,

all of a sudden it's okay for
you to tell me it's time to quit?

What's the matter,
Gucci ain't in style no more?

I can't believe you just said that to me.
I call it like I see it.

So that's what you think of me
after all this time,

after all that we've
meant to each other.

That's what you think of me? Look!
I don't need this shit right now! Okay?

Martine, I can't quit right now.

My friends need me.
And I don't?

I've been there for you from the first
day I laid eyes on you, lovin' you,

I can't believe I'm havin'
this conversation.

It's because of them
fuckin' friends.

It's them fuckin' friends are
all I've ever heard from you!

If you thought...
I mean, really thought...

That all I wanted to do was take from
you, then why'd you marry me?

I'm not gonna do this with you.
If you want me, I'll be at the club.

Don't you think we ought to squash
this before you just walk out?

I'm not the one with the problem!
You are!

Is that what you're gonna tell your child?
What did you just say?

I didn't just ask you to quit all of
a sudden, Tristan. There was a reason.

Yeah.

Yeah, you guessed it, player.
I'm pregnant.

You sure? No. I just pulled that
out of my ass and made it up.

Then why the fuck you ain't
tell me when I came in here?

I wanted to know if you would
quit because I asked you to,

not because of the baby
and not even for yourself...

Just 'cause I asked you to.

You're playin' games, all these motherfuckin'
games. Is there one woman in the world...

that ain't about
damn games all the time?

I expected more from you.

Shut up.

- Hello.
- Wassup, man?

Look, man, I can't
talk to you right now.

- I'm dealin' with some shit. I'll call
you back. - This ain't a social call.

We need to talk.
About what?

Not over the phone.
Meet us at the club in 20 minutes.

All right.
Don't keep us waiting, man.

I'll be there.

♪♪

♪ Make a player like me
wanna change my ways ♪

I gotta go.

♪ Baby, I'm ready to dedicate
my life to you ♪

♪ ♪ And I'm ready to
make you my wife ♪

♪ 'Cause you're my woman

♪ Now that you're here with me ♪

♪ It's kinda hard to believe

♪ That we both made
somethin' like this ♪♪

What up, T?

What's the deal, baby?
What's goin' down?

Benny wants a sit-down.

He say where
we supposed to meet?

Hello.

Yeah.

All right then.

It's set, fellas.

The loft in an hour.

Let's do this.

Everything's cool.
Everything's cool.

♪♪

We found out later the guys
who attacked us were high.

I don't even think
they knew who we were.

Uncle Rob was right.
The neighborhood was changing.

Damn. What the fuck
happened to y'all?

Car accident.
That other car had a good right hand.

Never could put one
over on you, Gant?

You forgot somethin'?
I took the wrong keys.

I want the keys to the Land
Cruiser, not the S.T.S.

- How y'all doin'?
- - Shut the fuck up and get outta here.

You keep your pager on.
You hear?

The troops heard you
in the Gulf.

- So, how you doin', Benny?
- I could be better.

Yeah? How's that?

I want you to shut down the
operation on Blue Hill Avenue.

Shut down? What the fuck
you mean "shut down"?

I want you to cease selling
drugs on Blue Hill Avenue.

We make a lot of ends
on Blue Hill Avenue.

Yeah, a whole lot of ends.

The drug game
is killin' the pimp game.

I came up in that game,
and I wanna keep it alive.

Now there are too many ho's
gettin' strung out.

Money is money.
What do you care where it comes from?

Now, I know the drug ends are
bigger than the pimp game.

But since before
that drug shit hit,

and long after it fades,

ho's will always make money.

Always.

Also, it's always
good business to specialize.

From this point on,

I want Blue Hill Avenue
to be known for pussy...

and pussy only.

Well, we ain't in the pimp
game, so what's in it for us?

We're gonna make a move
into Rhode Island,

open up some new markets.

- That's for y'all.
- That's a good start,

but we need more immediate
gratification.

What do you want?

Twenty-five percent
decrease per key.

You must be out of
your fuckin' mind.

It's a deal,

but it'll take time for me to...

adjust my operation
to the new price.

How much time?

A couple weeks.

Fuck that shit.

We don't have to ask
your sorry ass for nothin'.

We can make you do
whatever the fuck we want.

Somehow, Gant,

I don't think so.

Hold off, hold off.
We'll do it.

For two weeks
at the current price.

That's two shipments.
On the third shipment,

you take a 50% cut on every
shipment after that...

until we make up what we lost.

Then after that,
the prices goes back up 25%.

Deal.

All right.

Good to see ya.

Make sure these gentlemen
get their weapons.

Boss, they got it together.

Their shit is tight.

Yeah, but Tristan's the key.

Them faggot-ass motherfuckers
ain't nothin' without him.

Can't get to Tristan,

not with Simon
watchin' his back.

Well,

you get Twinkie up here.

And you call our friends.

I want them in on the conversation.
Not a problem.

♪♪ Man, you know that
deal was some bullshit.

- You know that, don't you?
- Yeah, I know it.

Then why the fuck
did you agree to it?

Wasn't no sense in pushin' it.

Benny never planned on deliverin' the
shipments at the price we agreed on anyway.

I was just buyin' us some time.

Well, if he don't
plan on doin' business,

what's he plan on doin'?

Takin' us out.
He just needs an excuse.

I knew I should've peeled
this cap right then and there.

Man, I don't understand why.

I think we' gettin'
too big for him.

Gettin' harder to control.
It's just good business.

Yeah. For all he knows, we may
be plannin' to move on him.

He got to do it right though, 'cause he
gets hurt in a war just as bad as we do.

How you know all this?
A few reasons.

Benny agreed to the deal
too fast, man.

He wants to keep the price
the same just long enough...

to figure out a way
to eliminate us.

Second, he don't give a fuck
about no ho's.

That shit was some
straight-up bullshit.

I figured, man.
That shit didn't even sound right.

- So, what we gonna do?
- We got two choices.

We either go to war
with him or we quit.

- Quit what?
- Quit the game.

We can't do this shit
forever, man.

I can show y'all how to make the investments
I been tryin' to do the last few years.

- How long you think we can do this?
- "We hustlers till we die."

Remember that?

Ain't nothin' else,
motherfucker.

Man. I ain't really down
for quittin' either, man.

I mean, this is
the only shit I know.

Hey, yo, I feel ya
on that investment shit, T,

but I ain't got
shit saved either.

All the shit we done did,
and you ain't saved nothin'?

Hey, look, man.
It comes in, it goes out.

I ain't never thought
about savin' no shit.

Fuck that shit.

Leavin' the game ain't even
a motherfuckin' option.

Fuck Benny.

We gonna bomb on him and his
whole motherfuckin' crew.

Fuck all of those
motherfuckers, man.

We gonna kill 'em,
we gonna buy from his supplier...

and we gonna get
our better deal that way.

I don't know how much
longer I can do this, man.

Man, and who the fuck
you been talkin' to?

I bet it's Martine, ain't it?

You gonna stop rollin' with your
homeys over a fuckin' bitch?

I'm gonna let that go, E,
'cause I know you upset right now.

But if you call my wife a bitch
again, I'm gonna kick your ass!

Man, fuck you and your wife.
Come on, man!

- What you wanna do, man?
- Hey, yo, be cool, E.

What's wrong with both
of y'all, man?

Man, fuck that shit.
All the shit we done been through,

and he wanna throw it all away
'cause he whipped on some pussy.

Ain't no pussy in the world
that good, motherfucker.

Hey, motherfuckers!
We don't need this shit right now!

This is not the time
to be fallin' apart, a'ight?

Look, man, everybody need
to calm the fuck down.

Tristan, what you doin'?

I'm walkin', man.

Hey, yo.

We need you, dawg.
You can't just walk out on us now.

I ain't walkin' out.

I'm just gonna
walk around for a while.

I'll get up with you in the morning.
We shut down the hill.

We still gonna do that?

Yeah. Gotta figure out
what's what,

make Benny think we don't
know what he's up to.

All right.

So I'll get with you
tomorrow, right?

Go on.

Wassup?
Wassup, yo?

Where's everybody else?

They didn't show.

Shit.
Everything's gonna be cool.

Long as me and you stick
together, it's gonna be a'ight.

Look, I threw out
all the hype...

and had Buzz and them
board up the place.

That oughta convince Benny
that we really shut it down.

You ready for this, man?
'Cause it's gonna get ugly.

We ain't got no choice.
Quittin' ain't an option.

Besides, E-Bone was right.

With Benny gone,
we'll get a better price.

Yeah.

Get everybody together tonight.

Figure out the best way
to do this thing.

A'ight?
I'll see you tonight.

Hey, yo, Tris.
Yeah.

You know, somewhere
in the back of my mind,

I knew one day
it would come to this...

A beat-down
between us and Benny.

It's like we were
meant to do that shit.

- I feel you, yo.
- Like that car that night.

After 12 years, man,
you still can't get over that thing?

Somethin' about that car, dawg.

- What?
- You don't think I'm stupid?

Man, just say what the fuck
is on your mind.

You know, part of me feel like I was
supposed to get hit by that car that night.

It's like every second that I've lived
after that has been borrowed time.

That's why shit don't scare me.

'Cause maybe I ain't supposed to
be here anyway. What do you think?

What do I think?

I think thinkin' is the problem.

You thinkin' too much.
Let me do the thinkin', all right?

- What you sayin', I'm stupid?
- No. Hell, no. I ain't sayin' you stupid.

I can't have no stupid
motherfuckers watchin' my back.

But you didn't get hit
by that car that night.

It missed you, and that's that.

- That's 'cause you was lookin' out, dawg.
- Whatever, man.

The point is, as far as
livin' on borrowed time,

we all might be one step
away from the grave.

All we gotta do...
is handle business,

and everything gonna be
all right, a'ight?

- All right, yo.
- Watch out! Watch out!

What's he plan on doin'?

Takin' us out.
He just needs an excuse.

I knew I should've peeled
this cap right then and there.

Well, well.

You still have nothing,
or else you would've arrested me by now.

Maybe, but I know what's runnin'
through your head right now.

Yeah? And what's that?

You're asking yourself,
"How did he get that tape?

And now that he's got it,
what's he gonna do with it?"

Let me tell you somethin'.

I don't give a shit
where you got it,

and you can shove that
shit right up your ass,

'cause I'm quite sure
that shit's not admissible.

Maybe it is, and maybe it isn't.

But doesn't it bother you that one
of your crew dropped a dime on you,

that right now we're working with one
of you to bring the rest of you down?

This tape, it may not be enough
to convict you by itself,

but it's just the first piece of evidence
in a long line of evidence to come.

That's bullshit.

How else would I get it then?

How else would I know where you
guys were unless one of you told me?

So, who was it then?
That's for you to find out.

I got a hunch though.
I think you already know.

We're closed, fellas.

So what's it gonna take
to reopen?

Not tonight.

You gotta go, buddy.

Look, two shots of bourbon,
a little information, we'll be on our way.

What do you say?

The shot I can do.

If you want information,
dial 411.

Maybe I'm not
makin' myself clear.

I'm lookin' for four brothers
that are running things out here.

T-Mack, E-Bone, Money and Simon.

- Ring a bell?
- Never heard of 'em.

And you're sure about that?

Yeah? Trust me, amigo,
you won't make it.

Why don't you leave your number?

What, are you looking
for some action, baby?

You ain't got to call me.
I got a truck right outside.

- Watch your fuckin' mouth, Jack.
- Hey, fuck you, slim.

- And don't be callin' me Jack.
- He didn't mean anything by it.

Yeah? Well, I don't give a shit.
That happens to be my name.

Besides, he doesn't know me well
enough to be callin' me by name.

You are real close
to crossin' that line.

And it's obvious you guys
ain't from around here.

So why don't you
put away your gun now?

I'll take your number and pass it on to
someone who might be able to help you.

And forget the whole thing.

If not, you're gonna
have a problem.

Really? Yeah?

You're scarin' me, baby.

Well, it ain't me
you need to be worried about.

All right, baby.

Pedro, put it away.

Vinnie, give these guys
another round on the house...

and something to write with.

I'm gonna be at this number
till the end of the week.

After that, I'm gone.

Where to?

To Miami.

- I'll see that they get it.
- Yeah, you do that.

'Cause it'll be worth a whole
lot of dough to them if they do.

And I mean a whole lot of dough.
For you too.

Hell, maybe you can even buy
this place or a place like this.

You should think
about that. You know?

Thanks for the drink, Jack.

♪ Get on up Get on up ♪

♪ She was about 5 foot 6
130 pounds ♪

♪ Thick in the right places
in a green nightgown ♪

♪ Can I touch your jazzmatazz Keep
sweat up and we'll make it last ♪

♪ Forever

♪ Her essence warmed up the room
like the heat does in June ♪

♪ Can't wait to plant seeds
in that tripped-out lover ♪

♪ Hips like an ocean

Do you want another dance?

No, that's a'ight.
But that was good though.

♪ Lipstick and strawberries

That's right.
♪ And me, I'm just

♪ An average-type fellow
Can we get jazzy ♪

♪ I wanna get jazzy

♪♪ Someone was lookin' for you.

I don't know any "Jack."

He knows you.
Yeah? Well,

lots of motherfuckers know me.

- That don't mean shit. - He said it
could mean a lot of money for you.

So, is that why you came down
here, to bring me a proposition?

He said there would be
something in it for me,

and I got a eye for business.

- What'd he look like?
- Thirty-somethin', Cuban.

But the number's only good
for 24 hours.

- What's the rush?
- He goes back to the Sunshine State.

Miami.

You just can't admit it,
can you?

Admit what?

- The real reason you came here.
- The reason is in your hand.

I can see what kind
of position you're in here.

I mean, it's
a delicate situation...

You being who you are
and me bein' who I am.

But, dig,

I'm willin' to look
past all that to see you...

for who you really are
and what you really want.

Of course.

And you're gonna give me
what I really want, right?

I aim to please.

So, are you gonna
do me right here?

Nah.

I got somewhere to be now.

147 Lafayette Avenue.

I shouldn't be more than an hour.
Make yourself at home.

You don't waste any time, do you?
Look, my time is valuable.

Let's say I take those keys
and show them to Benny?

Then he'd be the one waiting
for you when you get home.

Like I said,
if you weren't interested,

you wouldn't be here.

I got some eggs
in the refrigerator.

I get a little hungry
late nights.

♪♪

So, what's up, man?

You in or you out?

What it look like?
I'm here, ain't I?

Yeah, but you ain't sayin' much.

Like you nervous or somethin'.

What the fuck
I got to be nervous about?

You tell me.

I ain't never nervous.

I thought we were supposed to be here talkin'
about how to handle this Benny shit.

I don't think it's such a good idea
to talk about that war shit right now.

Why not?

My people...
They scared of Benny, man.

I don't think
they'd go up against him.

- What about you, big fella?
- My peeps are down.

If Simon and his squad rolls,
my people will roll.

Yeah, my cats is all ready
to do they thing too.

I'm just not sure
that this is the right time.

Might be the only time.

How do you know?
Maybe Tristan's wrong.

Maybe Benny ain't got shit
planned for us.

Is that right?
That's not what you said the other day.

- That was then. This is now.
- Yeah, what happened to change yo mind?

Ain't shit changed my mind.

Somethin' happened.

I just had time to think.

Well, what you thinkin' about?
You scared of Benny too?

I can't believe you said
some shit like that!

As long as we been cool,
when have I ever been punked by anybody?

Ever?

- Never.
- A'ight then.

What about y'all?

Don't seem like none of you
motherfuckers at this table...

are sure about
anything right now.

What about you, E?
You still down?

No, I ain't down.

I don't believe
this motherfucker.

That's right.
You better believe it, motherfucker,

'cause I don't
trust your ass no more.

- You don't trust me? - You the one
talkin' about walkin' out and shit.

What's your real angle, Tristan?

What the fuck
is you talkin' about, man?

You know goddamn well what I'm
talkin' about, motherfucker.

You tryin' to set us up.

- Motherfucker, I oughta whup your ass!
- Man, fuck you!

Hey, look, man. Come on! Hey! Hey!
Come on, man! Come out with your bullshit!

Why don't y'all motherfuckers
calm down, man!

I'm tired of this motherfucker always
comin' at me with this bullshit!

The truth hurts, don't it?

All y'all feel like this?

I don't know what to think, man.

But your ass is actin'
funny and shit.

I'm actin' funny?

What about you, man?
You think I'm actin' funny too?

You too?

Then fuck it then!

Why don't y'all just go the
fuck ahead and do me right now?

I don't give a fuck!
I'm standin' right here!

Come on, E!
You a big man!

You so motherfuckin' tough!
Come on, man! Do me!

- I'm standin' right here!
- Hey, look, motherfucker!

Ain't nobody gonna be
killin' no... Hey, E!

You better chill.
Ain't nobody killin' nobody! Right?

Man, fuck y'all!

Yo, man.

♪ Shells fly, guns pop

♪ A newborn child ya got and
your wife wants ya to stop ♪

♪ Childhood allies realize
something you can't have ♪

♪ A love that won't
be able to last ♪♪

- What?
- Get the goddamn window down!

Look, man...

I just don't want it
to go down like this.

You want a date?

We been through too much
to go out like this, dawg.

I saw it on your face, man.
I saw it.

Look, I'll suck your dick for some blow.
Get the fuck off me!

Get off the car, man.
I gotta go.

How about you?
I'll s...

- Yo, Tris, didn't that look like...
- God.

Hey!

What do you know about "years,"
little girl? You only eight.

Yeah, but I'm an old soul.

Tris, how you doin'?
Tristan... Tristan, you got somethin'?

Joanie.
I just need a little bit, okay?

Okay? I...

I'll suck you off.

Shit. Come on, Joanie,
we gotta get you to the hospital.

No.
No, that's okay.

Give me the keys, Tristan.

Give me the goddamn keys,
Tristan! Come on!

No. No, no!
Simon! No!

Paging Dr. Bender.
Paging Dr. Bender, please.

How is she?

We don't know yet.

How'd you find her?

Let's just say...
she found me.

Pop, why didn't you even
tell me about Joanie?

I didn't even know
she was missing!

What were you gonna do anyway,
Tristan, give her a family discount?

- I don't deserve that, man.
- Yes, you do!

Blue Team to I.C.U., please.
Blue Team, I.C.U.

How is she?

As a direct result of high
amounts of ether in her system,

she's developed
a hole in her esophagus.

That hole started to bleed.

We've been able
to stop the bleeding,

but I think she needs to remain in the hospital
a few days for observation and some tests.

But she's okay?

For now, she's stable.
Yes.

- Can we see her? - We just gave
her a sedative. She's sleeping now.

But you can go in.

Thank you.

There's somethin' I've been
wantin' to ask you for a long time.

We provided you a good home.
You could've been anything you wanted to.

Why?

Why do you sell drugs, Tristan?

How do I tell my father,
like a twig in a tornado,

I got caught up in this shit...

That my loyalty to my friends
was like a curse...

and a blessing at the same time?

Yet here he is, standing in front of
me, waiting for an answer.

But I don't have one.
All I can say is:

'Cause I'm good at it.

Tell Joanie I'll be by
to see her later.

So what's up now, yo?

I'm out.
The price is too high.

I'm out.

I hope you like them scrambled.

♪ Well, well the girl is thick ♪

♪ Sure look good

♪ Can't tell I shake
when she come around ♪

♪♪

So were you surprised
that I was here?

I would've been surprised
if you wasn't here.

God, you are so arrogant.

Yeah, well, you here, ain't ya?

So, what about this guy Jack?

What about him?

Are you gonna call him?
Maybe.

What's it gonna hurt
to talk to him?

Why you campaignin' so hard
for this dude?

I told you... I get a cut.

We already got a supplier.

Maybe you know him. A big-headed,
ugly motherfucker named Benny.

Who's overcharging you,
and you know it.

You guys are paying 18 grand a
key when you should be paying 15.

I think it makes good business
sense to keep all your options open.

- How you know all this?
- I listen. I hear things.

You got a sweet thing
with Benny.

He got your ass set up
with that restaurant and shit.

Why you tryin' so hard
to get out of it?

I don't see a dime
from that place.

I made that place,
and I don't see a dime.

I don't have anything
but what little bit he gives me,

and he thinks that'll keep me
comin' around.

But I ain't lookin' to spend the
rest of my life makin' him rich.

It ain't good to stay
in one place for too long.

Sooner or later,
something or somebody catches up with you.

How do you even know this
Jack motherfucker is a player?

What if he's a cop?

I been around enough players in the
game to know a cop when I see one.

And he ain't no cop.

But if you're so worried,
why don't you have him checked out?

And if he does check out,
you willin' to go up against Benny?

After what we just did,
you got the nerve to ask me that?

You got a point there.

Excuse me.
Mrs. Mackey?

Can we ask you a few questions?

I'm afraid I can't talk right now.
I'm very busy.

That's not what you
said before, Martine.

I never should have helped you.

Hey, maybe that's the smartest thing
you ever did. What do you want?

We just wanna help you help Tristan.
He's in a lot of trouble.

The only chance he has of
gettin' out of it alive is us.

You don't wanna
see him dead, right?

So we need
a little more information.

Look, you've gotten all the
information you're gonna get from me.

'Cause you don't wanna help Tristan.
You only wanna help yourselves.

Excuse me.

Don't be stupid, Martine.

Dead is a long time.

Fuck off.

Yeah, man.

Hi.

Hi there.

Where were you?

I went to the Vineyard.
Didn't you get my note?

What note?

This note?

"Dear Tristan,

"I went to have the chain you gave
me fixed because it was broken.

"I know this little place in Oak
Bluffs that will do a good job.

"Thinkin' about us,
the chain reminds me how much I love you.

"You do what you have to do
for us and for yourself,

"just as you've always done,

"and I'll be here
for better or for worse.

No questions asked.
Martine."

It looks nice.

I love you, Tristan.

You'd never keep anything
from me, Martine, right?

Anything important,
I mean, right?

Right.

Why would you ask me that?

Because trust is everything.

Without it, you have nothing.
Do you agree?

Yeah.

Then what the fuck were
them cops doin' here then?

They were here for you, Tristan.
Why?

I don't know why.

I don't know.
They didn't say.

That's it? They didn't
say nothin' else?

That's it.
They didn't say nothin' else.

Look, Tristan, um...

I don't feel well.
I'm just gonna go lie down, okay?

It's probably the baby
or somethin'.

Yeah, you should do that.

Shit.

Fuck.

Who is it?

It's me, young pimp.
I need to rap to ya.

Twinkie?
Yeah.

You know
what fuckin' time it is?

It's about 4:00 a.m.

What you doin' here, man?

Like I said,
I came to rap to ya.

You don't know me, motherfucker.

Don't ever just show up
at my fuckin' crib.

Let me know when you're through
actin' like a little bitch.

What'd you say?

Look, I know you don't think I came
over here for my motherfuckin' health.

I got business with you, boy,
and the sooner you stop fuckin' around,

we can get to it and I
can be on my fuckin' way.

You got three seconds to say what
the hell it is you gonna say.

Not in the hallway.

Five minutes inside,
then I'm out.

Come on in.

Can I get a drink?

Say what the fuck you gonna say,
man, and get the hell outta here.

Can I at least sit down?

Sit down, motherfucker.
Damn!

Look, this ain't no easy thing to
say, so I'm just gonna say it.

Your mother used to be a ho.

She worked for me
until just after you was born.

Is that what you came here
to tell me?

You don't seem surprised.

I ain't no kid, motherfucker.

I been around a long time,

seen a lot of shit.

You gonna have to come better
than that to surprise me.

She ever tell you
about your father?

She said he was a salesman or
some shit out on the coast.

She lied, man.

I'm your father.

There you go with that bullshit again.
You need to shut the fuck up.

Man, why would I say some shit
like that if it wasn't true?

Well, if she was a ho
like you say she was,

how the fuck you know
who my father is?

When she got pregnant,
Violet decided to quit hoin'.

She was in love with me,
and she thought we was a family.

She was one of
my best girls, man.

I just wanted to prove to her
you wasn't mine,

convince her to give you up for adoption
so she and I could keep rollin', you know.

She swore up and down
you was mine,

and damn if she wasn't right.

It's true, man.
I ain't lyin'.

So why you tellin' me
this shit now?

'Cause I made another promise...

to myself...

that,

before one of us... died,

we'd both know the truth.

You sick, man?

Can you just get me
a glass of water?

Twinkie.

Why didn't you just kill Benny
when you had the chance, man?

What?

You and your friends...
You got too large.

You made him nervous.

Then you gave him an excuse.

What the fuck
you talkin' about, man?

Blue Hill Ave, man.
We closed that place down.

We're not doin' business
out of there anymore.

Well, one of you still is.

Look, Simon,

he's got me, man.

I got to do this.

I got homeys...

that'll hunt you down
till you drop.

They gonna be dead
soon after you.

Forgive me, son.

Simon was my best friend.

It was all startin'
to fall apart.

He was gone, and the only thing
I could do for him now was pray...

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."

Miss Davis,
I don't know what to say.

I'm real sorry.

I thought everything was gonna be okay
now that Thomas was back in his life.

Thomas?
You knew him better as Twinkie.

Well, what's Twinkie doin'
in Simon's life?

He's his father.

Now, you'd think
he'd care enough...

to show up for his own son's...

Why weren't you there
for my boy, Tristan?

He would've been there for you.

Let me go!

You all right, man?

No.

What's the word?

Simon's soldiers
are fightin' for power.

They ain't gonna be no good
to us if we war with Benny.

And without Simon,
my people won't budge.

Hell, I can't even get the motherfuckers
to return a page, never mind combat.

Everybody knows Benny killed Simon.
Maybe he didn't pull the trigger.

But they figure that we ain't
got a chance now.

So, they don't wanna be
around when he comes after us.

Ain't nobody talkin' about
who d pull the trigger? Nah.

But Buzz said
when they found him,

there was "T-W" written
in blood on the floor.

But that can mean anything. We gotta
figure out what the fuck we gonna do.

That ain't got nothin'
to do with me.

Come on now, T.

So, what, you just gonna
leave us hangin', man?

Did you say "T-W"?

Yeah, man, but that
could mean anything!

Simon!
My baby.

God.

What?

- I know who did it.
- Who?

I'll tell you on the way.
Come on. Let's go.

Martine.

I gotta go.
I got somethin' I gotta do.

You're gonna go after him,
aren't you?

Look, I don't want you
to go back to the house.

Take the car and go to
your father's house. Why?

'Cause ain't nobody
gonna find you in Malden.

Tristan...

Okay.

- Is he here for you?
- No, Tristan.

- Why would you even think that?
- Stop the game! I know it was you.

You broke my heart.
Tristan, he said he wanted to help you.

- And you believed him?
- Yes! I wanted to believe him!

Because I wanted you out of this so bad!
So I thought I was helping.

That's how you help?
Help him put a bug in Simon's car?

What? No, I wouldn't do that.

I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't
help him do something like that!

- Ain't no sense in lyin' now.
- I'm not lying, Tristan!

I didn't do that.

I told them when Rob's barbershop
got broken into. That's it.

What?

Torrance and Tyler
came up to me a while ago,

and they asked me if I wanted
to tell them anything.

If there's anything that I had
to tell them, to give 'em a call.

But I didn't tell you because I
know how you feel about the police.

But, for some reason,
I thought that they could help me.

So, when Rob's barbershop
got broken into,

I gave Torrance and Tyler
a call.

They came down. I thought that they
could help, but they didn't help.

And all they did was,
was harass you that day.

And I thought that...

All they did was use me
to try and get to you.

But I swear to God, that's all I told 'em.
I didn't say anything else.

I swear.
All right. All right.

- I believe you.
- That's all I did.

I wouldn't set Simon up.
I wouldn't do that.

All right. All right.
I swear it.

I'm so sorry.
I believe you.

I gotta go.
No, I gotta go.

No questions asked,
remember? Come on.

Come on now.
Come on.

No questions asked.

I'll see you later
at your father's house.

I promise.

A'ight. So who did it, man?

Twinkie.

Twinkie?

Why in the fuck would
Twinkie wanna kill Simon?

Benny sent him.

He knew Twinkie could
get close to him.

How in the hell he know that?

Twinkie was Simon's father.

Damn.

That's what that "T-W"
stands for.

Son of a bitch.
Yep.

Simon was tryin' to let
us know who murdered him.

One string is pulled
as the quilt begins to unravel,

and Simon is dead,
six feet under,

covered by dirt and gravel.

Now your travels
have led you astray...

as you stand at the pitchfork
of life deciding which way.

Will law of the four
slain down to three...

wait for more?

Not knowing left from right,

as tear-filled eyes
become quarried.

See, your determination
superseded your high education,

and, instead, you became
a street scholar.

You bled, broke bread,

as you knew the other three
would follow.

But now you a man.

Your aura, melancholy.

Your reign over Boston begins,

Tristan, Simon,

E-Bone and Money.

♪ A newborn child ya got and
your wife wants ya to stop ♪

♪ Childhood allies realize
something you can't have ♪

♪ A love that won't
be able to last ♪♪

I'm gonna ask y'all
one fuckin' question,

and I need to know
the straight-up truth.

Did either one of y'all
let that cop...

Torrance put a bug in Simon's car
the night we left Benny's loft?

- Hell, no, man!
- Fuck, no.

He came to see me a couple of
days after that, and he had...

A tape...
With us in the car that night.

Tyler came at me
with that same bullshit.

So they came at y'all
with the same thing then?

He must've came to Simon too.
He came to all of us,

hopin' that one of us
would dime the other three out.

And it almost worked, man.

I need to hear this from y'all,
straight out of your mouths,

so that we real clear
and we ain't got no problems.

Man, I ain't had nothin' to do
with no bugs, man.

I wouldn't rat out
my homeys, man.

I can't believe he's dead, man.

I can't believe
they killed my boy.

All we got
is each other now, Tristan.

We need you, man.

We need you back with us.

And this shit is real, a'ight?

'Cause this here ain't
no motherfuckin' joke.

I'm with y'all.
Don't worry about that.

- Let's get this over with.
- All right, baby. Let's go. Let's go.

I can't relax.
I still can't fuckin' calm down.

Maybe if you would just tell me what
the problem was, I could help you.

No.

No.

Where you goin'? I'm gonna go make the
money. Where do you think I'm going?

Get me a beer before you leave.

No.

Wassup?

Lay low for a while.

What the fuck you mean,
"lay low"?

We missed.
Motherfucker, I told you!

I'll get 'em.

Chill.

Motherfuckers!

Shit.

Maribelle! What the fuck's
takin' you so long?

♪♪

Maribelle!

Motherfucker, you had to know
I was gonna come for your ass.

I knew.

Answer me one question
before you die.

How could you kill your own
flesh, your own blood?

Tristan.
Please, don't.

- Answer me, motherfucker, or you die slow!
- Tristan, don't!

He didn't look nothin' like me.

♪ These are the days of our
lives that we're livin' ♪

♪ We're livin' the days
of our deadliest sins ♪

♪ These are the days of our
lives that we're livin' ♪

♪ We're livin' the days

♪ Of our deadliest sins

♪ These are the days of our
lives that we're livin' ♪

♪ We're livin' the days
of our deadliest sins ♪

Yeah? This T.
Y'all lookin' for me?

- I don't believe it. She came through.
- Say what you gotta say.

I don't do business
over the phone.

You do business with us,
you do business over the phone.

Yeah, well,
how does 15 keys at 16 sound?

That's a lot of weight
to flip 1,500 miles from home.

Yeah, well, I'm lookin'
for a new market,

and I heard you could
take the weight.

Besides, it's only 1,385 miles.

- I can do 13.
- Yeah, well, I can only do 15.

We got a deal at 14.

- Yeah? Fourteen-five, then.
- I test at random.

Yeah, I thought you might.

Where?
At a warehouse.

Sumner Tunnel.
Behind the airport.

In two hours.

At a minute past that, we're ghosts.
"We"?

- Yeah, there's four of us.
- All right. I'm three deep.

- All right, you're on then.
- Yeah.

They stayin' at the old tech building.
Near the airport.

I'm gonna get a room across the street at
the Rustic so we can keep an eye on 'em.

- I ain't tryin' to get set up here.
- Yeah, I feel you. I feel you.

Shit, that's cool then. That should be
enough to set us all up somewhere else.

We can get some shit
jumpin' off in St. Louis.

I ain't leavin' Boston.

I feel you on not wantin'
to leave, Tristan,

but without Simon,
we ain't got no choice, man.

- We can't win.
- I'll take my chances.

You still gonna roll
with us though, right?

Somethin' in the pit
told me not to go.

And I really meant to say,
"No, I'm goin' home, man."

But what came out was:

Yeah, I'll roll.

Cool. Look, I'm gonna meet y'all there.
I gotta go handle somethin'.

- Don't be bullshittin', a'ight.
- I'm comin', man. Don't worry.

A'ight.

"Friends."

Sometimes I think
that word is gonna kill me.

Aw, isn't that sweet?

You two goin' on
a little trip there, E-Bone?

Man, what the fuck do you want?

Where's Tristan?

I don't know.

Why is it that I think you're lyin'?
Fuck you, man!

No, man. Fuck you, motherfucker!
You're done, man. You're history.

We know you're doin' business
down on Blue Hill. We know that.

Your buddy Simon got killed behind
that shit. Did you know that?

You brought down your whole
fuckin' crew with that shit.

But we can help you
get away scot-free.

Look, we know you got an out, E.

Maybe plannin' on doin'
a little bit of business...

with the new heavy hitter
in town...

What's his name... Jack?

You can get a little weight
to flip wherever you land.

Am I right?

I'm right, aren't I?

I'm listenin', motherfucker.
All right.

Whatever you make
from that deal is yours.

Now you just make sure that Tristan
is there when it all goes down,

and at least one of those Cuban
motherfuckers winds up dead,

so that we can
pin it on Tristan.

You call us when it happens.

You hold him there
until we arrive.

Now, you do that, and you can walk away
with whatever you're holdin'... free bird.

Man, why y'all got it
so bad for Tristan?

Simon's the muscle
and Tristan's the brains.

Without him,
you wouldn't have made it past 16...

without a rap sheet
as long as your arm.

He goes down,
and we're the one's bringin' him down.

You and Money are just peons.
We don't give a shit about you.

Simon's already dead.
We want Tristan.

Besides, it was Tristan who planted
the bug in the car for us that night.

Man, that's bullshit!
Why, because he said so?

What the fuck else you think
he's gonna say? It was him!

Now, he knew you couldn't
win a war against Benny.

And he's just doin' what he
always does... cover his ass.

Well, maybe I'll take my chances
of gettin' out of here without you.

What, and have to split
the take with Tristan and Money?

Ain't gonna be much left for your honeymoon
over here with "Miss Bim-From-Bo."

Can you live with that?

See, our way, you take all the money... and
all the drugs for that matter. I don't care.

You slip out of town nice and easy.
We get Tristan.

We leave Money
to deal with Benny.

Everybody goes away happy.

We're gonna need
the money, Eddie.

What's it gonna be, E-Bone?

You'll know when I call.

If I call. Not good enough, man.
We need to know now.

Look, man, we do it my way,
or we don't do it at all.

All right.

O-O! Hold it!

I'll just hold on to this as incentive
for you to do the right thing.

Okay, baby?

- It'll be all right.
- ♪♪

Do the right thing, E-Bone!

Is that the money?
It ain't my laundry.

Yeah, your money's good.

But your man here looks like
he's got a problem.

- What you so nervous about, bro?
- It's all good.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Money, check the shit
so we can get outta here.

♪♪

Damn it!

What the fuck did you unload
on those motherfuckers for?

Change in plans.

What the fuck are you doin', man?
Yeah, it's done.

Come and get him.

I made a deal...

with Torrance and Tyler.

They comin' for Tristan's ass!

You bitch-ass motherfucker.

Tell me you did not do that, E.

They cornered me, man. They cornered
me earlier after I left y'all.

Come on, Ed, man!

Look, you and Tristan
are the only family that I got.

Do not do this.

Put the gun down.

Money, don't fuckin' look at me like
I'm fuckin' Judas over here, man!

He don't give a shit about us, man!
He never did!

I gave up everything for you.

Man, everything you did
you did for you!

Me and Money was just pawns
in your little fuckin' game!

Put the fuckin' gun...

Down!

What the fuck, man?
What the fuck?

What the fuck
is wrong with you, man?

We family!
This how you treat us?

I didn't mean to do that!

You know not to move when I
got a fuckin' gun in my hand!

Money, man, you know that shit!

Marlon.

I'm sorry, man.

Me too.

♪ Grandma told me
to leave it alone ♪

♪ Can't believe your friends
they call you E-Bone ♪

♪ She said, Baby
won't you come on back ♪

♪ To me, my sons

Money! Money!

Yo, Money!

♪ Understand, E-Bone
didn't have the same views ♪

♪ Point of view
No, they didn't, no ♪

♪ No, no, no Yeah ♪

♪ Money, Money, Money ♪

My God. Eddie!

What now?

Yeah, it all went down.

They're all dead, except...

- Except what?
- The money and the drugs are gone.

- Tristan?
- He's gone too.

What about Nicole?

She's layin' right here
next to her boyfriend.

You fucked up on Tristan, cop.

Your ghetto pass
has been revoked.

I'll take care of it myself,
motherfucker.

Come on.
Let's get outta here.

These fuckin' niggers
don't know what they want.

My first thought was
to walk right up there...

and kill everybody in the room.

My friends had died
behind this shit.

And a part of me died too.

Don't move.

♪ And when I die
and let my soul be at rest ♪

♪ Lower me down in the ground
and tell my moms I did my best ♪

♪ No more struggle There's
no need for me to hustle ♪

♪♪

♪ I keep on flexin' muscle when I die,
leavin' all this bullshit behind ♪

♪ I wonder which nigga is which
and try to take my will ♪

- What's this?
- ♪♪

Open it.

♪ Wipe my tears with no fear
beepin' round ♪

♪ Come on, let's check to see
if the coast is clear ♪

♪ Me dying of old age Make it clear
why someone I know is getting smoked ♪

It's yours.

If you say so.

I got every reason to kill you.
Stop movin', motherfucker!

♪♪

But that's not
what I came here for.

I'm happy to hear that.

But while we on the subject,

what made you come here?

Two reasons.

Number one:
To show you...

that you could not beat me.

Which brings me to number two.
I want out.

I want my life back.

I stay in Boston,
but I'm out of the game forever.

How do I really know you're out?

The briefcase.

The money.

If that's not enough...

Chill.

I walk outta here...

and the slate
is clean between us.

What makes you think...

I'm gonna let you
walk outta here?

Two reasons.
Number one:

I know you respect me too much
to shoot me in my back.

And the second one?

I want you
to do something for me.

Sure. What you need?

I want you to kill Simon.

Simon who?

How many Simons
you know, motherfucker?

Shit. I can't do that, man.

You got no choice.

Shit, he's my son, Benny.
You know that.

And I ain't been much of a father to
him, but goddamn, I can't kill him.

Yeah, that's why
he won't be expecting it.

Well, I won't do it.

Go ahead and kill me.
I ain't doin' it.

Go ahead. Shoot me right now.
Fuck it.

You know that's not
my style, Tommy.

Remember about 12 years back?

That little white cutie
who used to work for you.

What was her name?

Lloyd, please, slow down.

You almost killed
that kid back there. Please!

Shut the fuck up!
Okay?

I can't fuckin' believe you.

I've been looking for you for two months.
Two fuckin' months, Monica.

- Monica.
- Yeah.

That's right... Monica.

Why do you do this?

What do you... I mean,
what the fuck did you do?

What did you say? Just thinking of
letting that fuckin' nigger touch you,

all those nigger tricks do shit to
you, it makes me wanna...

It makes me wanna fuckin' puke.

Now, it's a shame
she turned up dead.

They found her body
in a Dumpster...

a couple of blocks behind
Sam's old place if I recall.

You shut your fuckin' mouth,
Lloyd. Do you hear me?

Don't you ever call him that.
Ever! He loves me.

He fuckin' turned you
out, Monica!

Her boyfriend did that after
he found out she was trickin'.

- Shit, I ain't had nothin' to do with that.
- He loves me.

Loves you?
He fuckin' turned you out, Monica.

That nigger.
He fuckin' turned you out.

He's more of a fuckin' man
than you'll ever be.

What did you just say?
I'm sorry.

I think you did it.

At least I can have...

my people to make it
look like you did it.

They never caught the boyfriend.

And there ain't no statute
of limitations on murder.

Shit, I done time before.

Not for murder, you haven't.

And this is Murder One.

Now, you wait till the D.A.
finds out that a big black pimp...

turned out an innocent
lily-white girl...

and then killed her.

Shit. You'd be lucky
to get life.

And that's hard time too.

The rest of your motherfuckin'
life in a rat-infested cage.

Now you think about that.

Now what it comes down to...

is your life...

or the life of a motherfucker
who don't mean nothin' to you.

Your life ain't much,

but it's gotta mean
something to you.

Now we can avoid all that...

by you doing me
this simple favor.

He's my son, Benny.

You brought him in the world,

and you're gonna take him out.

And I want it done
before the week is out.

Tristan gonna come after me
with everything he got, man.

Don't you worry about Tristan.

We got a party planned
for that little motherfucker...

right after Simon's funeral.

You need an ashtray?

That there motherfucker's
a Persian rug.

A'ight, man.

A'ight.

Get the fuck outta my sight.

Torrance and Tyler
put a wire on Twinkie...

just in case
you tried to cross 'em.

Twinkie made a copy of the tape.

Cops worked for you the whole
time, didn't they?

That's how they were able
to put the bug in the car.

You told 'em
we were gonna be here.

That was the real reason you
wanted us here, wasn't it?

Cops were smart.

They didn't talk the whole
time the tape was running.

And you didn't
mention 'em by name.

So that leaves you
to take the fall...

all by yourself.

Put the motherfuckin' guns down.

You keep that as a souvenir.

I got others.

A lot of others.

I told you.

You could never beat me.

Was good seeing you.

Fellas.

I told Benny that I beat him,

but I was as big a loser
as he was.

My parents were strangers
to me now.

Joanie was hangin' on
by a thread.

I miss Marlon and even E-Bone,

who in some ways
was closer to me than anyone.

Deep down inside,
I think Ed was right.

I didn't do it for friendship.
I did it for myself.

He was the only one
who figured that out.

I think that's why
he was so angry.

And Simon. I knew something had
been haunting him all these years.

His mother's words
ring in my ears.

I should have been there,
but I couldn't save him this time.

I'll miss him the most.

The family I had known
for the last 12 years was dead,

and there was no one
to blame but me.

The thought of that
was just too much to take.

Motherfuck... Mother...

Motherfuckin'... Motherfuckin'...

Hey, man.
You movin' on or what?

Yeah. Sorry.

My man didn't know
just how right he was.

I was moving on.

I regret a lot of the things
I've done.

Maybe if we never took
that stash from Lathan that day,

maybe none of this
would have ever happened.

Maybe he'd even still be alive.

But don't get it twisted.
I'm not apologizing for any of it.

If I had it all to do over
again, knowin' what I know,

I'd do it exactly the same way.

My past makes me who I am...

Right or wrong, good or bad.

It was just who we were.

♪ This song right here
is for the churches ♪

♪ And this song right here
is for the hood ♪

♪ This song right here is for
the churches in the hood ♪

♪

♪ Who gives a damn
about ice, money ♪

♪ Cars and women

♪ If a man ain't got love
he ain't got nothin' ♪

♪ Who gives a damn about what set
you claim or what rules you obey ♪

♪ If a man ain't got God
he ain't got nothin' ♪

♪ Who gives a damn about poppin'
freestyle how many ho's you got now ♪

♪ If a man ain't got love
he ain't got nothin' ♪

♪ Who gives a damn about
who you keepin' it with ♪

♪ 'Cause you packin' that still If a
man ain't got God he ain't got nothin' ♪

♪ I thought that she was
gonna stay by my side ♪

♪ But it shocked the hell out of
me that day she said good-bye ♪

♪ Didn't see it comin'
Maybe I ignored the signs ♪

♪ I blame myself I wasn't
listening half the time ♪

♪ Two months' pregnant
and she never told me ♪

♪ Or maybe she did
while I was countin' money ♪

♪ I was out in the streets
gettin' my pockets ripe ♪

♪ And I never really took the
time to get my family tight ♪

♪ Who gives a damn
about ice, money ♪

♪ Cars and women

♪ If a man ain't got love
he ain't got nothin' ♪

♪ Who gives a damn about what set
you claim or what rules you obey ♪

♪ If a man ain't got God
he ain't got nothin' ♪

♪ Who gives a damn about poppin'
freestyle how many ho's you got now ♪

♪ If a man ain't got love
he ain't got nothin' ♪

♪ Who gives a damn about
who you keepin' it with ♪

♪ 'Cause you packin' that still If a
man ain't got God he ain't got nothin' ♪

♪ Nothin'

♪ So you claim
you keepin' it real ♪

♪ Walkin' down the block all
tidied up and flashin' still ♪♪

♪♪

♪ I don't give a fuck
wait for my shit to drop ♪

♪ Won't crack your back
or split your pack, fool ♪

♪ This ain't an act I don't give
a fuck with or without a strap ♪

♪ Up in the cut hang on my nuts,
fryin' up a batch, gonna stick ya ♪

♪ You're still the same nigga they ain't
gonna fuck with him It's off our penny ♪

♪ I don't give a fuck, Benny Kids and
cats and dogs don't make me squeeze off ♪

♪ For sure I'll be that nigger
in the cut That's outta sight ♪

♪ Observin' the first nigger that get to
trippin' is the one that I'm servin' ♪

♪ The element of surprise
Is he dead or alive ♪

♪ There ain't no rules
on these streets so it's 365 ♪

♪ I stay strapped with heat
seven days a week ♪

♪ I'd rather get caught with
mine than be resting in peace ♪

♪ 'Cause on these streets niggers
be quick to get their glass stole ♪

♪♪

♪ 'Cause I
I just don't give a fuck ♪

♪ I just don't give a fuck

♪ I just don't give a fuck

♪ I just don't give a fuck

♪ Shit, I'm here
for the long run ♪

♪ Strapped with an old gun Want
some, get some play dumb, leave 'em ♪

♪ Plenty of ammunition
for nix trippin' ♪

♪ I'm dippin' Pistol-grippin'
♪ ♪ We on a mission

♪ Fuck your problems
I can't solve 'em ♪

♪ Me and my niggers
we fully auto a revolver ♪

♪ Gotta callin' it quits
except with kibbles and bits ♪

♪ And an innocent bystander their
body's lookin' like a target ♪

♪♪

♪ They're feelin' like
the nine-millimeter go bang ♪

♪ These niggas got to break it
when they heard a nigga thumpin' ♪

♪ Seventeen shots so I'm
bound to hit something ♪

♪ Till there's nothin' left No one's
hollerin' check Better know your next step ♪

♪♪