Dead Homiez (1993) - full transcript
Based on a true story about ""the Bloods"" and ""the Crips."" Featuring bonus interviews and live footage of Tupac Shakur and the Notorious B.I.G.
- [Child] Daddy, why you pouring that out?
- [Man] For those who ain't here.
(slow ambient music)
- [Voiceover] You stay in your neighborhood,
keep your people organized, get with your people,
I stay in my neighborhood,
deal with my people, keep them organized.
When you see me, give me a pass,
when I see you, I give you a pass.
(slow ambient music)
- [Voiceover] My homeboys, they really ain't giving
too much of a fuck, you know what I'm saying,
they're trying to kill blacks, whites, green, Mexican,
it don't matter, you heard them.
(slow ambient music)
- [Voiceover] Neighborhood for life,
we don't stop til the casket drop.
(slow ambient music)
- [Voiceover] Yeah, this is a message for the world.
- [Voiceover] We shouldn't get along with nobody,
you know what I'm saying.
High up, you know what I'm saying,
you go to peace with a nigga, he smoke one of your homeboys.
- [Voiceover] And he gonna take your life
whether he knows you, whether he grew up with you,
on the wrong side of the tracks or not,
know what I'm saying.
(slow ambient music)
- [Voiceover] This is Beirut in 1994, stop playing.
South Central Los Angeles is Beirut in 1994,
- [Voiceover] You know what I'm saying, 40 ounces (mumbles),
high motherfucking roof, peep on all the motherfucking time,
know what I'm saying, 'cause we're bloods,
and gentle, you know what I'm saying,
and this shit ain't no nice thing, nigga.
(slow ambient music)
- [Man] Fuck east coast!
(gun firing)
(police siren wails)
(police radio mumbles)
(traffic roars)
(police radio mumbles)
(traffic roars)
- Make some room.
(police radio mumbles)
- Hey, Dan.
- Hey, Doug.
Who is he?
- Oh, his name's Devonte Jones, he was 19,
been with the East Coast Crips,
they called him Lil Cartoon.
Car's registered to his mother, Dolores Jones.
- What happened?
- Well, according to Mr. Lee over there,
Devonte pulled in over there, pulls up to the pump,
jumps out, another car pulls in over there,
pulls right up to him, shot him twice in the chest
with a nine mil automatic.
And Mr. Lee wants to know what time we'll be through
so he can reopen.
(Doug sighs)
Yeah.
- What do you think, it's a robbery gone bad?
- No, they got what they came for.
(people shouting)
(car radio booming)
(police radio mumbling)
- [Police Officer] Don't cross the line, man.
- Oh, come on, not the--
(overlapping chatter)
Get off me, fuck y'all, nigga!
- [Police Officer] Get his ass out of here
before I run him downtown!
- Hey, whoa, hold on, cowboy.
- These guys'll kill each other,
you think they're gonna think twice about shooting us?
(car engine revs loudly)
(car horn honks)
(slow organ music)
♪ Jesus
♪ Keep
♪ Me near
♪ Thy cross
♪ There
♪ I pray
♪ Precious found
♪ Out in
♪ Lord, I'm free
♪ It's free to all
♪ It's the heal
♪ Healing strength
♪ It flows
♪ From Cal
♪ Calvary's mount
♪ Mountain
♪ Oh, near
♪ Near the cross
♪ Oh keep me
♪ Near
♪ Thy cross
♪ Lord, won't you be
♪ My glory
♪ Forever
♪ Til
♪ My raptured
♪ Soul
♪ Shall find
♪ Rest
♪ Beyond
♪ The red
♪ River
♪ Oh what
♪ A friend
♪ We have
♪ Have in Jesus
♪ In my Jesus
♪ All
♪ All my sins
♪ And griefs
♪ He'll bear
♪ And what
♪ A privilege
♪ It is
♪ To carry
♪ To carry
♪ Carry everything
♪ Everything
♪ To God
♪ In your prayer
♪ Oh, can
♪ We find a friend
♪ So faithful
♪ Who
♪ Will all
♪ Our sorrow
♪ Share
♪ Jesus knows
♪ He knows
♪ All of our every
♪ Weaknesses
♪ Just take
♪ It to
♪ The Lord
♪ In prayer
- Yes, my brothers and sisters,
you can take everything to the Lord in prayer.
For he knows each and every
weakness
and he's ready and willing
to forgive and extend his mercy
to each and every one of us.
So you can call him in the morning,
you can call him in the evening,
you can call him in the noonday,
and he's always on the line.
He will never forsake you, he will never leave you,
he'll always be there when you need him.
So you can take everything, I say everything,
can I get a witness here?
- [Congregation] Hallelujah.
- [Pastor] Everything to the Lord in prayer.
(Car radio blares)
Just for a few minutes I want to focus your minds
and hearts to the book of St. John,
14th chapter, and the first three verses.
And it reads thusly, "Let not your hearts be troubled.
"Believe in God,
"believe also
"in me,
"for in my Father's house are many mansions.
"If it was not so, I would have told you,
"for I go away,
"I say I go away
"to prepare a place for you,
"and if I go to prepare a place for you,
"I will come again and receive you unto myself,
"and that where I am,
"there ye may be also."
Have I got a witness here?
(overlapping chatter)
(car tires squeal)
- Look, Ricky's having a funeral up on 83rd.
(person talking)
Come on, get a gang of them fools, too.
(car radio blares)
- Hey, where Poo Bear at?
- [Man] Come on.
(overlapping chatter)
- [Poo Bear's mother] You got a letter
from your little brother.
- [Poo Bear] Alright, from Lil Solo, when it come?
- [Poo Bear's sister] This morning.
- [Boo Bear] Is that right?
Oh, shit, alright.
- If you come home sometime,
you can get your mail and stuff.
You ain't gotta be with these niggas 24/7, Darryl.
- Your mama talking to you, boy.
- He hear me, boy, give your mama $20.00 right quick.
- [Poo Bear's sister] Me too.
- [Poo Bear] (mumbles) pain,
paying enough to mail the letter.
- Thank you, you better be careful,
'cause niggas getting killed out here.
- [Poo Bear] Oh, okay, it's time for y'all
to get on with that old, jinxy shit, alright?
I'll talk to y'all later.
- [Pastor] I really don't know how all
of you remember Devonte.
I can remember him running up and down the aisles.
♪ My mind is slippin'
♪ Can I handle it
♪ These demons on my shoulder
♪ Got me feeling scandalous
♪ Pull out the Glock, blow off the dust
♪ Mad as hell, about to tear shit up
♪ First victim was busted in the Camry
♪ Rolling with his bitch
♪ I seen him eight inch
♪ And terrors
- His mother and I would talk
about getting him back in here,
but we had no idea that this would be the way
that he would come back.
(car radio blares)
My brothers and sisters, look to the heels
which cometh your help.
All your help comes from the Lord.
That's the reason of the right,
I said, "Let not your heart be troubled."
Don't be troubled, but continue to believe in God.
Now I could go on and on, but I won't,
to remind you that because Jesus died,
(car radio blaring)
because he picked up that heavy cross one day
and went all the way to Cavalry's mountain,
and when he got there, they nailed his hands.
♪ Oh my God
♪ I can't stop getting these riches
♪ Man, watch out, the others from the gang
♪ This is West Coast, fool
♪ About to let my nuts hang
♪ Bang to the boogie
♪ Boogie to the bang
♪ This is West Coast, fool
♪ About to let my nuts hang
♪ Triple flip to my crew
♪ So what you wanna do
♪ I've got my whole crew
- But I withdraw all men unto me.
Somehow it seems that they made a mistake there,
because when they lifted Jesus up.
♪ Life, I drink nitty
♪ I got my fucking eye on you
♪ If I'mma see lows
♪ This knife is in my crew
♪ I be that bad nigga putting holes in your chest
♪ Blue tips penetrate your bulletproof vest
♪ What, you busters wanna see me
♪ Running in my combat boots, 30
(car radio blaring)
- Blood for the redemption of sin,
and water for baptism that would cleanse my soul,
and then my Jesus and your Lord and my savior, he died.
He died on that cross that day, he died for your sins,
he died for my sins, he died for Dante's sins,
he died until the world took a hemorrhage,
and began to shake like an earthquake.
He died until the moon refused
to shine any longer and erupted in blur,
he died til the sun in the heaven refused to shine,
but the story don't stop there,
because he got up one morning, early one Sunday morning.
The tune, the grave couldn't hold him.
The stone was rolled away, and my God came out victoriously
with all power in his hands.
Lord, help me here.
Good God, almighty.
(loud music drowns out speaker)
As I close here, he's so low, you can't go under him.
He's so wide you can't go around him.
(loud music drowns out speaker)
Am I right about it?
I wished I had a friend in church here today.
(car speaker blares)
Fellas, you don't have to worry, y'all can stop coming
to the windows, just hold up everything,
everything's gonna be alright.
Brothers, brothers, please don't go out there.
(car stereo blaring)
(glass shatters)
(men yelling)
(upbeat hip hop music)
(moves into slow hip hop music)
- Yeah, this is the message for the world.
For all the brother's in their life with gang banger,
yeah, I wanna tell you a little bit about myself.
When I was up in there, I was in it to win it.
I was in it to where I didn't give a fuck, you know?
To where it got to the point I was shooting people
for no reason at all, I didn't care who I killed,
or what I killed, now here I am, 30 years old,
I'm gonna send a message out to y'all that's up in it,
it's real, there's no life in it, fellas.
I want to take y'all to 1980, when I done my first drive-by.
Okay, I'm in the neighborhood on 127th Street,
with my piece, (mumbles)
I'm picking up my buddies Jeremy and Uzi Mike.
We're going northbound up Normandy, you see,
we see some rival enemies going southbound,
down Normandy, it's to where I got a 32 automatic,
you know, and we riding up, you know,
we just rolling on up that thing.
It's to where I see 'em, I get out (imitates gunfire),
not thinking of what I'm doing,
I just get all (imitates gunfire).
So when we go, and we're on our way
to go get us a stick or two, so we're rollin', you know,
got to the point now, we come down Vermont,
rolling down Vermont when we see some more rival enemies,
to where I got off again (imitates gunfire),
not thinking what I'm doing.
That's the point.
To where, now, here it is, I come back to the neighborhood,
I'm sitting back, next thing I know,
the police come around me, to where here I am now,
going to jail for attempted murder
for something I wasn't thinking about doing.
So I'd have shot one person,
turns around and shot three more,
just not thinking in the life of gang banger.
There's no future, fellas, to where here it is,
now I'm in jail here facing 25 to life
for something I'm not thinking about doing.
(airplane roar drowns out speaker)
We lived on a street called 127th Street, you know, man,
it was from Normandy to west, and on this one block alone,
between Dinkler and the Wholedell, man,
I got five little homies dead off that one street,
you know, it eats me up, man.
I'mma start with Doc.
Doc was, you know, talking with his girl one day,
he standing in the middle of the street.
This guy drive up, shoots him point blank,
you know, for no reason at all,
just kills him, well.
I say for no reason at all, but I feel gang bangers
for no reason, man, really.
Get me to move down the block, man, like one, two,
three houses, got another little homie named Gangster Loc,
man, he's coming from taking the homies back, Mike,
to the hospital, for his babies,
one was just delivering a baby and shit, you know.
So he comes on his beeper,
you know his little beeper jump off,
he stop at the motherfucking phone booth on Vermont,
was smoked for no reason at all.
Cold thing about it, they wait to kill him.
They didn't go to bus on him or shoot him,
put a paper bag over the wrist, and went to kill him, man,
I mean, shot him point blank, and that was enough,
that's just two, all for this one block, look.
This is one little block, I ain't talking
about a whole little block,
I'm talking about right here on this one block.
Then we just go in, he was still up in Gangster Lo house.
Go to the next room, he got a brother named Ace,
one of my little homies, man.
This one guy, you know, he's in a gang,
slangin' and shit, well this guy owed him $10.00, man.
$10.00 funky-ass dollars.
He want his money from this fool
that owe him this money here, you know.
So they get a little scuffle in the apartments and shit,
10 minutes later, Ace want to go home and get the nine,
you see what I'm saying, go back up to this guy house,
well all along, this is a grown man,
this wasn't a kid he was playing with,
this was a grown man, so when he,
he went to this grown man's house,
this grown man shot one time, shot him in the heart.
Bam, that's three.
We get to Lunatic, you know, that's my little,
my baby sister's boyfriend, I like this black ass,
you know, I liked him, you know, he was kind of wild,
disrespectful to his, towards his family
and shit like that, but I still loved
that little black motherfucker, you know.
Here it is, he was like let, I said my mama house, you know.
I stayed in the neighborhood and shit on 125th Street,
and I'm in my mama's house, you know,
I'm like in the garage,
I had some sherman in a bottle of water,
so I'm dipping some sticks and shit, you know.
So I like light one up, and I'm talking to Loony,
you know, he come out of my little baby sister's bedroom,
I'm talking to him and shit, you know,
like, "Hey, what you gonna do tonight?"
He's like, "Man, I'm gonna go on the six, man,"
porking him around that, so next I know,
he go around that, right, so I happen to crash,
me and the homegirl Tracy Wilson, we is like,
in the living room, we is talking and shit,
so I happen to crash and shit, right,
well, I wake up the next morning, man.
I hear my baby sister's (imitates screaming).
So I wake up, I say, "Girl, what's wrong with you?"
"Sean dead!"
Oh, that fucked me up, man, I get up,
put no socks on, get up, I walk around to his mama's house,
you know, and like Ms. Gibson was like,
I could see it in her, she's just hysterical,
she just was gone, you know.
And he was killed over a jacket, a goddamned jacket.
Damn, that's number four.
I get to number five was Poo Bear.
He on 27th Street, that's when the street
was rolling real tough like, you know.
He's slangin' his little rocks and shit, right,
so he go to this car, like three niggas up in this car,
he go to the car slangin' the rock,
they grab his arm and the rock and drag him
from Western to Imperial, and left him dead right there.
What killed me, though, what really,
really fucks me up, man, you know,
did not one of them live to be 25 years old.
(laid back hip hop music)
- [Voiceover] Fuck it, I'm Baby M
from west side inland Crip, 111 Street,
everybody kill on (mumbles).
- [Voiceover] From the time you sleep,
west side tripping (mumbles) to death.
- [Announcer] I see, dog, 111's in the neighborhood,
to the ground neighborhoods all around.
- [Announcer] Little Prenny from west side,
111 Street original neighborhood Crip gang.
- [Announcer] Big G from west side,
111 Street neighborhood Crip gang.
- [Announcer] This baby sleep when he left me in the hood,
stomped down to the ground.
- The way my dead homies affected me is where,
you know what I'm saying,
I feel as though we shouldn't get along with nobody,
you know what I'm saying?
How, you know what I'm saying, you go to peace
with a nigga who smoked one of your homeboys,
you know what I'm saying,
they should just be everybody killing,
you know what I'm saying, these neighborhood for life.
It don't stop til the casket drop.
- Like I was saying, you know, this shit gotta stop, man,
this shit ain't no joke, you know what I'm saying.
Y'all youngsters out here trying to grow up
and hang and bang and do y'all thing,
shit ain't no playground out here, you know what I'm saying?
This shit is real, nigga gonna take your life,
whether he know you, whether he grew up
with you on the wrong side of the tracks or not,
you know what I'm saying?
Shit is way out, man, you know?
Take one of my peoples over some bullshit
that you're growing up and don't even know nothing about.
You don't even know who the fuck started this shit,
you know, think about what the fuck you're doing
before you fuck your life up, man,
'cause jail time and shit and all these bullet wounds,
just fucking up your whole record and everything, man,
this ain't no joke for when you get older in the long run,
you know what I'm saying?
So before you do something,
just think about the consequences you got to take,
you know, and, man, be real about it, whatever you're doing.
There's another nigga going down, sure'll be real.
(laid-back hip hop music)
- Hey, I'm Loc, from 103rd Street, Walsh is the place
where we kick it, Walsh is the place where we hang at.
I don't really, I don't really know how
to tell all you guys, you know,
"Hey, you gotta live your life,
"and you gotta do this and you gotta do that, you know."
Whatever you do, you do, and where I'm from,
that's where I'm from, that's where I'mma hang at,
that's what I believe in, that's how it is out here,
you know, I got a homie
that was walking out the house one day, boom,
caught a slug in his baby sister head,
and he caught one, you know.
Go to his funeral, boom, we catch another one.
Catch one at the funeral, my homie falls out the casket,
what type of shit is that?
This is how it gotta go, so it's time for me to retaliate,
you know, and I gotta let all you fools out there know,
man, hey, sometimes you gotta give up and you gotta let go.
But you ain't gotta let go to that part
to where you just, you know, you just don't care no more
or nothing like that, you know.
I have to get up and I have to move on, you know.
I got two little youngsters out there now,
and I'm not saying, well, you know, if I be rolling today,
or anything like that, and you know,
and my kid's gonna catch it or something like that,
you know, I'm not even gonna bring them near that.
Like, when the kids be in the car with me,
you know, I gotta tell my girl,
"Hey, won't you teach the kids how
"to get down on the floor?"
You know, I hope it ain't gotta be like that,
but sometimes it's like that, you know?
I've got homies, man, that's out there,
that's doing what they gotta do,
I've gotta do what I gotta do,
my homie gotta do what he gotta do, you know.
Whatever happens, happens, it's just the point,
it's the point thing how I feel is like,
when my homie's rest, I'm not gonna go down like that,
I'm not having it.
All you fools out there, you know what I'm saying.
Y'all got me once, I'm coming back,
so we're gonna do it like this, you know.
Remember the late night,
when I was kicking it walking down the street?
Oh, yeah, my mama's telling me, "Yeah, hey Lo,
"you shouldn't go out tonight."
I look at her, "What you mean I shouldn't go out tonight?"
"Oh, I just feel something."
"Oh, well, Mama, you need to scratch or something,
"you know, if you're itching or something like that,
"you know, I'm going out, ain't nothing gonna happen to me,
"I'm gonna go to my homeboy's house,"
I said, "I'm gonna be in the house,
"ain't nothing gonna happen to me."
"Alright, you go anyway," you know?
I hit the streets, I roll, hey, see some of my homies,
you know, we see some little (mumbles) gonna jump off,
you know, "Hey, man, let's peel to the side
"and let's just kick it,"
that's how it is, let's just kick it.
Watch the fools jump off, they jumps off.
Okay, it's all over with now, you know.
These fools then dunked on my homies and shit,
now they gone, I'm walking down the street,
"Oh, they ain't coming back,"
but one fool say, "Yeah, we coming back."
Oh, yeah, really?
Yeah, I walks down the street,
fools roll up, "Where you from?"
"Nigga, where you from?"
"Oh, okay, I'm from 103rd Street."
"Oh yeah, oh, nigga, you don't know me?
"You don't know me, that's what you're trying to say,
"you don't know me?
"Oh yeah, you know me, nigga."
"Oh, okay, well, where the other fools at?"
"Oh, they down the street somewhere."
"Okay," I turned my back, that's how crafty fools is.
I turn my back, fool take me to the neck with a slug,
nine millimeter, two times, one in the shoulder,
one in the neck, oh, okay, take one to my homeboy head.
One in the head, five in the chest.
Oh, it's like that, I'm laying down on the ground,
bleeding, not feeling a soul, paralyzed from the neck down.
You know, see my homie laying near.
You know, I see my homegirl jet across the street,
oh, okay, yeah, she's standing there with my other homeboy,
five, eight, nine, yeah, they took all them slugs
through they body, one through one came out of her,
and went into my other homeboy, laid us all down.
Yeah, as you can see, what's happening, I'm still here.
My other homies are still here, one of 'em resting,
that's okay, yeah, I was paralyzed from the neck down,
it ain't no thing, though, you know?
I'm braced up, it ain't no thing, but I'm on my feet.
I'm strapped daily, every day.
Not even carrying, I go to church, I'm strapped.
When I say hi to Moms, I'm strapped.
When I go buy Pampers, I'm strapped.
That's the way it is for all my dead homies, you know.
When I go see my homies, I go put flowers on they grave,
you know, I gotta take a AK, why is this?
For my dead homies, I just lost a homie the other day,
man, you know.
Sometimes I don't really know what to say,
you know, I don't even know how to go about and say,
"Hey, Ms. Dillon, you know,
"hey, I'm sorry about what happened."
You know, I gotta get out there and I gotta handle it,
you know, for my homie, you know?
You know how it go, man, this ain't no, this ain't just,
you know, oh, it's gonna start today
and it's gonna end tomorrow?
No, it's gonna constantly happen.
I ain't quitting, I ain't going out like a sucker, you know?
This is how it's gonna happen.
My homie took a slug the other day, you know?
I say, "Damn," you know, they call me up,
"Hey, man, your homie dead."
"Nigga, what you mean my homie dead?
"You don't come to me telling me my homie dead,
"you come to me telling me, 'Nigga, we just put in work.'"
(laid back hip hop music)
- I'm Big Fat Rat, west side Gardena Paybacc Crip,
all my home boys introduce theyself, too.
- I'm Mr. Psycho, from west side PBC, 134th Street,
ink there for my dead homies, restin' in peace.
- I'm Lil Droopy Loc from Gardena Paybacc Crip, little fold.
- Baby Papa Blue from west side Gardena Paybacc Crip,
(mumbles) killer, though.
- Lil Ness Deuce from west side Paybacc Crip,
the psycho killer.
- Casper Loc, west side Paybacc Crip gang.
- Notorious gangster and Loc,
west side Paybacc Gardena Crip gang, 129th Street,
psycho killer Ray Mark the murderer, slide 187.
- I'm Baby Ness from west side Paybacc Crip
from 129th Street psycho killer.
- I'm Lil Deebo Loco
from Gardena 134th Street Paybacc Crip for life,
and it don't stop.
- I'm Big Turn, I'm from Gardena Paybacc,
134th Street, BK all day.
- OG Bam, 129th Street, psycho killer.
- Clown from Paybacc Crip, from the ninth to the four
to the seven, anybody kill anyone against the Paybacc,
white, black, or green, you know what I mean.
- [Big Fat Rat] Like they say, whoop,
there it is, that's everybody?
- I'm Lil Fip from west side Paybacc Crip gang,
you know what I'm saying, psycho killer,
and everybody else killer, fuck it, it's end of the world,
you know what I'm saying, Loc?
- [Big Fat Rat] That's real.
It's like this, I'm here, you heard my homeboys give it up,
they anybody killers right now,
but I'm trying to talk peace to 'em,
you know what I'm saying, on the black race.
We need to get this black thing together,
you know what I'm saying, we got too much bullshit going on,
and we here giving it up
about our homeboys restin' in peace,
and I'm sure everybody else got homeboys resting in peace,
so we need to put that shit aside, squash that shit,
you know what I'm saying, and get together,
unite, you know what I'm saying,
because there's other races out there,
I don't want to name no races because
that might mess something up.
There's other races out there that's trying to put an end
to us, period, trying to take over the whole thing,
the nation, everything, and my homeboys,
they really ain't giving too much of a fuck,
you know what I'm saying, they trying to kill blacks,
whites, green, Mexicans, it don't matter, you heard 'em.
Like I said, I'm in the hood every day trying
to preach this peace, you know what I'm saying,
because for the various,
I'm trying to peach this peace for the very simple fact
that the same brothers we catching in the park slipping,
the same brothers we catching on Imperial slipping,
or whatever street we may catch 'em slipping on,
we goin' eventually be fighting back to back,
with my back against his, I can't be trying to stick him
and shoot this man at the same time,
you know what I'm saying.
So my message to y'all, and my message to all my homeboys,
whether they be little, baby, OGs, Gs, or what,
y'all need to come together,
and let's do this against this other race, man,
because it's gonna be like that.
- All I'd like to say is, you know what I'm saying,
I give thanks to my homeboys, you know what I'm saying,
that's put in work, that's rest in peace.
Homies right here that was on the front line
when the war was going down with the Hispanics,
you know, nobody never really,
no blacks really never did harm to our hood,
really never put nothing on our homeboys in the (mumbles),
you know, I was in prison when it all went down, you know,
so, you know, my homie D-Bo, Lil Nest, Termite, Ant,
you know what I'm saying, everybody right here,
you know, that was there on the streets,
and we ain't gonna say what they've done or what they did,
you know what I'm saying, homies that's in jail
that's doing time for that, you know,
I'd just like to say thanks to they moms
and everybody, you know.
Love y'all, man, rest in peace, homies.
- Come here, thugs.
For those of you that's the hearing impaired,
this is where we from.
- [Group] Gardena, California.
- [Clown] You can run but you can't hide
from the west side Paybacc Crips.
(laid back hip hop music)
- What's up, my name is Cartoon,
and I'm from the Sixty gang.
Today, all I got to say to you brothers
out there is you had better stop tripping.
Too much drama is jumping off between us as a people,
and until we get our lives together,
everybody gonna get smoked, everybody.
You ain't got no action that winning this war
that we about to take place in,
unless you get your life together
and focus your views on the things
that's poppin' in South Central Los Angeles.
We are the ones that started this drama,
now it's nation-wide, and if y'all don't wake up
and get it together, you're doomed.
That goes for everybody in the town.
Everybody in the town,
I'm shooting shots out to my homeboy Morok, and to Lil Mup,
and to Lil Weasel, and to Big Mumbles and Banker T
and all of my homies who's resting in peace right now.
All my homies done lost their lives
over a meaningless cause, and until y'all get it straight,
it's on and cracking, and ain't nobody too expensive to die.
Right here and where we living, this is a war zone.
This is Beirut in 1994, the southland.
South Central Los Angeles is Beirut in 1994,
and if y'all don't wake up, you're gonna come up short.
(upbeat hip hop music)
♪ Hitting corners in a six trey Chevrolet
♪ Ragtop impala, top dollar
♪ Got my cousin laid-back riding shotgun
♪ 'Cause I got the front and back
♪ Hydraulic hot ones
♪ Juiced up
♪ And I'm itching to hit the twitchers
♪ Crawling over train tracks
♪ Avoiding all ditches
♪ Ice skating on the 20 inch tires
♪ Jacked up the ass
♪ And flex the gold gate and wires
♪ Now I'm down to take a risk
- What's up, this is something for those that don't know me,
all I got to say is the dead homeboys are well-respected,
missed homeboys, you know,
I'mma pass it on to my homeboy Jay.
- What's up, you know what I'm saying,
my name is Jay down from Wysup, it's like this.
My dead homeboys like a member of the family to me,
you know what I'm saying, he's missed and respected.
So I'm gonna kick it to my homeboy Laid Back.
My homebody know 'bout it.
- Yeah, this is Laid Back,
you have to truly respect the dead, you know.
- That's right.
- They're not gonna be there with you all the time,
so you keep them as a memory.
- That's right.
- My cousin Cam.
- What's up, basically, you know, they said it up,
I mean, the dead never return, you'll never see them again,
so you gotta keep them, you know, as a memory,
it's a lot of, you know, as far as the gang violence
that go on and black-on-black crime
that's going on in every inner-city in America,
you know, we just victims, you know what I'm saying.
We products of already, of an already corrupt society
or environment, you know what I'm saying.
You know, people like to attack the symptoms,
you know what I'm saying, rather than going
to the root of the disease, which is, you know,
the system that we was born into.
You know, we're not Americans, you know, we victims of,
like Malcolm X said, of Americanism,
so we've been robbed, you know what I'm saying,
we are people who have been robbed of our knowledge,
you know what I'm saying, of our self-respect,
of our manhood, you know what I'm saying,
so we been geared for self-destruction,
so that's why you got the gang violence and you know,
it's hard to respect another man because, you know,
you don't feel like he deserve respect, you know,
if he black, because we been programmed
to hate anything black, and to love everything white,
you know what I'm saying,
and that go against our own nature.
It's good to love everybody as long as they worth loving.
You know, love and trust is something you gotta earn,
so as far dead homies,
you know, you're supposed to learn from they mistakes,
you're supposed to learn from the living
as well as the dead, but the dead ain't never coming back,
so us as entertainers and actors and all that,
we gotta speak for those who can't speak.
We gotta speak for the dead, 'cause they're not coming back,
you know what I'm saying, this is the only life you got,
ain't no pie in the sky after you die, you know,
if you think it is, then prove it to me,
you know what I'm saying, this is it right here,
this is our heaven and our hell,
you know what I'm saying, this is reality,
so, you know, basically, that's it, you know,
peace on out for the dead homies.
- What's up. - What's up.
- And one things I want to say to you brothers
out into that gang life over the United States,
all over the world.
You live by it, you die by it.
Ain't no future in you, banger.
- I'm gonna shoot a shout-out to some of my real loved ones,
man, who got lost in the battle, you know.
To my homeboy Big Drake, and my homeboy Lil Loony,
and a special shout-out to my homeboy Lil Fee,
who's up in death row right now, on San Quentin's death row.
♪ Why
♪ Oh, I ever lost you baby
♪ Why I been so lonely
♪ Why
♪ Why
♪ Why
♪ You, why
♪ Why, tell me, oh
♪ Why
♪ Oh
Cartoon from the Sixty gang, I'm out.
(men shouting)
- [Police Dispatcher] 6300 Wilshire Boulevard,
6300 Wilshire Boulevard, at the First Interstate Bank.
The suspect, male, black, orange shirt, no color pants.
(helicopter whirs)
(police radio mumbles)
To Wilshire, possible 43 suspect,
now 6300 Wilshire Boulevard.
(police siren wails)
300 Wilshire Boulevard, 6300 Wilshire Boulevard
at the First Interstate Bank.
The suspect male, black, orange shirt, no color pants.
(helicopter whirs)
(people talking)
- [Poo Bear] "Dear Poo Bear, What's up, blood,
"how life been treating you out there?
"A nigga ain't got but six months left up in here.
"I can't wait to go to the hood so we can bick it.
"Anyway, a nigga like me is on a gangsta tip right now,
"but when I get out, I'm gonna go to school
"and get some more education, because we all need that.
"I got to get with the females, then get my money.
(police siren wails)
"Damn, a lot of the homies up in here
"with murder cases looking at life or death.
"As soon as they turn 18, they going from here to the pen.
"This place ain't nothing nice, that's why when I get out,
"I'm looking forward, not backwards.
"Fuck living this life, hey Poo Bear,
"the homies dropping like flies out there.
"You be careful and write back soon.
"Love always, Mr. Solo.
"PS, RIP to all the dead homies,
"why the good ones gotta go?"
- [Man] Pick it up, pick it up.
(upbeat hip hop music)
♪ West side, west side
♪ West side, west side
(upbeat hip hop music)
- What's chilling, Mike, what's happening?
- [Mike] Alright.
- [Moon] Aww, why you gotta give Mike (mumbles).
- When you gonna get your shit, nigga, huh?
Huh, when you gonna get it?
- Look it here, look it here, nigga, what about this?
- What's popping, man.
- [Mike] Kickin' it.
- [Moon] What's up, man?
- Sup, right.
- [Mike] Hey, you heard about that shit happening on 83rd?
- No, what happened?
- [Moon] They just had a funeral
at the church right there on 83rd,
and homies tripped on them niggas.
- That's what them niggas was doing earlier, blood?
- [Mike] Fuck them (mumbles), shit.
- Oh, Lord, hey, what y'all gonna do up?
- Just fuck the road, drink a 40 or something.
- Drink a 40?
- [Mike] Yeah, where are you about to go?
- I don't know, man, we gotta go over
to my girl Tuffie house and get a 40 or something, man.
- [Mike] Alright, I'll peek back tonight, then.
- Hey blood, give me some bud, man.
- [Mike] He'll bring some.
- Your guy gonna bring some?
- [Mike] Yeah, I'll hook you up.
- Alright, we'll get it to y'all later.
- [Moon] Alright.
- [B-Fool] Alright, be up, blood.
- [Mike] Alright.
(upbeat hip hop music)
♪ I'm getting better in my Chucks and khaks
♪ Yeah, yelling in my Chucks and khaks
♪ Yelling in my Chucks and khaks
♪ Yeah, yelling in my Chucks and khaks
(car horn honks)
♪ Yelling in my Chucks and khaks, yeah
(car door slams)
- What's up, baby?
What the fuck are you doing with him?
Oh, what you doing with him?
You know that motherfucker's scandalous.
- And you know that's my CK machine, don't you?
- Your machine, yeah, okay, alright.
- [Poo Bear] What's up?
- [Tuffie] You tell me.
- [Poo Bear] I don't know, hey, I got a letter
from my little nigga Solo today, though.
- [Tuffie] Oh, for real, what's up with him?
- He at camp bicket and shit.
(pager beeps)
Yeah, he be home in about six months.
- [Tuffie] Oh, you need to make a call?
- No, that's alright, I'm cool.
- Alright, you don't want to answer your pager?
- No, baby, I told you I gotta go over there,
I just stopped through.
- Who is that, Darryl?
- That's the smokers over there on 83rd,
what you tripping off of, huh?
- [Tuffie] Nothing.
- Right.
I missed you.
- [Tuffie] I missed you, too.
- [Poo Bear] You did?
- [Tuffie] Yeah.
- You don't act like it.
- [Tuffie] You love me?
- Yeah, I love you, you love me?
- [Tuffie] Mm-hmm.
- Give me my shit, Tuff.
(phone dials)
- Hello?
Who the fuck is this?
What?
- Hey, what is you get on, man?
- Why'd you hang up the phone, Darryl?
- Why is you tripping?
- Who the fuck was that?
- I told you, it's the smokers on 83rd.
- Why you always fucking lying?
- What are you talking about, Tuff?
- No, why you let me talk to the hoe?
- What hoe?
- 'Cause you know it's that bitch, Harshonda.
- I don't even fuck with that bitch.
- [Tuffie] You need to quit that shit, alright?
Fuck it, I'll just call the bitch back.
- Fuck it, man, I'm gone, man, you tripping.
- Where the fuck do you think you going, Darryl?
- Told you, I'm going on 83rd.
- You lying.
- I ain't, I'm gonna go make some money.
- When you think you coming back?
- I don't know, just keep your ass in the house,
I'll be right back.
(upbeat hip hop music)
(moves into slow brass music)
Hey, blood, I ain't made a sell all motherfucking day,
man, no one around this motherfucker.
Let's go over here on 78th.
- What's up, man, where the bud at?
- What, blood?
Ain't no bud around here, fool.
- Yeah, alright.
(gun fires)
Oh, cous!
(gun fires)
What's up, cous, huh?
(gun fires)
What's up, nigga, what's up, cous?
(gun fires)
Punk-ass squatter.
(slow ambient music)
(car tires squeal)
- If you come home sometime, you get your mail and stuff.
You ain't gotta be with these niggas 24/7, Darryl.
- You be careful, Darryl,
niggas getting killed out here every day.
- [Mike] Hey, did you hear what happened on 83rd today?
- No, what happened?
- [Moon] They had a funeral
at the church right there on 83rd,
and homies tripped on them niggas.
- [Poo Bear] Funeral?
- [Tuffie] Oh, what you doing with him?
You know that motherfucker's scandalous.
Get out there, get out there, he might be dying!
- [B-Fool] Damn,
damn, blood.
- [Bic] Blood, what happened to the homeboy?
- [B-Fool] Man, I don't know, Bic.
- [Bic] Man, what happened, you know what happened, blood!
- [B-Fool] What you trying to say, blood?
What you trying to say, I don't know what the fuck happened.
I don't know, blood, I just got here, man.
- [Bic] Man, you know what happened, blood.
- [B-Fool] Man, I don't know what the fuck's going on, man,
I just got here, blood, what you trying to say?
- [Bic] You better let us know what the--
- [B-Fool] What the fuck you trying to say, blood?
Man, I just got here, blood,
what the fuck you trying to say, nigga?
(car engine drowns out speaker)
(laid back hip hop music)
- Yeah, my name is Jake, you know what I'm saying,
I'm from west side, Campanella Park,
Piru, you know, man, you know, doing this here type
of lifestyle since I was about 13 years old, you know,
and been through the penitentiary systems,
all the little juvenile systems,
five years, six years in the state, you know,
and I'm just gonna kick a little something,
everybody want to know why people bang,
why people kill, why people do this, sell dope,
and you can't just look at the individuals,
'cause, you know, you have to look at the environment
that they're set in that creates these conditions
for them to have to live and do the things that they do,
and so we just kickin' it like that, you know.
We ain't out here S-ing on our chest,
but you know, it's like everybody out here want
to be a tough guy, a killer, a gangster,
you understand, but most of the killers
and gangsters I know either got all day or dead,
so everybody out here just living,
so, you know, we kickin' it from that perspective.
- This is 40 ounce from Campanella Park,
you know what I'm saying, Piru, west side Piru all the time,
you know what I'm saying, P-Funk, you know what I'm saying,
blood in general, 'cause I respect all bloods,
you know what I'm saying, and any man,
you know what I'm saying, but, you know,
I just got out of jail, you know what I'm saying.
Couple way this is juvenile,
you know what I'm saying for you youngsters, get out,
you know what I'm saying, walking down the street,
you know what I'm saying, go over to my girl's house,
we bick it for a minute, you know what I'm saying,
go to McDonald's, get something to eat and shit,
you know what I'm saying, on the way back,
I dump her off at the house, I bail down the street,
you know what I'm saying, some fool on a bike,
you know what I'm saying, roll up on a bike,
I'm thinking it's my homie on my bike,
you know what I'm saying, I run up to him,
"What's up, homie?"
He shot me in the neck, bam, I break and shit,
you know what I'm saying, shot me up,
you know what I'm saying, but nigga survived,
you know what I'm saying, I'm still,
you know what I'm saying, I'm right here today,
you know what I'm saying, living for you youngsters,
you know what I'm saying, and if y'all wake up,
you know what I'm saying,
could be a better place, but we need y'all.
- Well, I'm speaking out there
for you young soldiers out there, you know.
I've been through a lot of shit, you know,
Moms doing bad, I'm doing bad,
I'm surprised I'm living right now there,
you know what I'm saying I'm talking to y'all, you know.
I lost homies, all kinds of shit, you know.
Lost one of my homies doing a ride over some stupid shit,
you know, one of my best friends right now in jail,
my big homie Goo, you know, he doing 27 years for robbery,
we was out there awhile, buck wild, like five,
we was doing five or 10 robberies a day,
all kind of bullshit, you know, G rides, stealing,
you know, just fucking motherfuckers up on the side,
but, you know, I'm just telling you right now,
it's time to slow that shit down.
It's '94, niggas out here getting
popped quicker than you know it.
Your mama and your family getting died,
everybody getting killed,
they don't give a fuck who you are,
if they can't find you, they'll get your family.
You know, I'm just telling you right now,
you know, this shit ain't no joke.
- They call me G-12, I'm from Athens Park, yeah.
I started burying, you know, my pops, Big Mouse,
you know, me and my twin brother, it's like, my twin,
he been through a lot of stuff, you know what I'm saying.
He almost got killed, he got like,
in crossfire up in the party where other bloods died,
you know what I'm saying.
Niggas bickin' it, getting high, whatever,
drinking, partying, and, you know, it's like other bloods,
they get into it, and it's like,
all these niggas just come out with straps, start shooting,
my brother, he gets shot in the chest, both his legs,
you know what I'm saying, he on the ground,
but he rolling over, but they started shooting at him.
But they supposed to be bloods, it's like,
you know what I'm saying, that shit was all crazy.
He almost lost his life with that shit.
I'm locked up, though, I can't do nothing about it,
you know what I'm saying, but I can feel it,
you know what I'm saying, he's my twin brother.
It's like every time something happen to him, I know.
It's like, I just feel it, 'cause I'm a twin,
you know what I'm saying, it's all crazy.
But, you know, niggas need to come up, wake up,
you know what I'm saying, look at yourself.
(laid back hip hop music)
- My name is Dwayne,
a lot of my homeboys call me French Dog,
Nickerson Gardens, Watts, bounty hunters,
a lot of my homeboys tell me, you know,
that I always got to be down, you know,
we all must be down with the hood
and stay down with the hood.
Well, you know, I'm a for real believer in that,
you know, so I'mma always stay down for my hood
and be for real with my set, you know.
But I look at it like this here,
I'm not gonna sit out here and try to think of what to sell,
anything I can do, I just ask the Lord to bless me,
for whatever come out of my mouth to be natural.
So only thing I can say to the people
and the young brothers out there
that's coming up today, that caught themselves on a bang,
and all that kind of shit, I mean,
I got dead homies, you know what I'm saying.
I know we all got dead homies, but look at this here,
I did six years out of 11 years in Folsom Penitentiary,
you know what I'm saying, and I prayed every night
that I'd be able to make it to be able to come out here
and live just to be with my family and shit, you know.
I look at a lot of brothers today,
they run around here with something on they chest trying
to impress the other homeboys and all that kind of shit,
the only thing I can say, man, just try to be a real man
and be your own man, you know what I'm saying,
but don't never neglect your set, you know what I'm saying.
But it's the way you do it, you do it with style, you know.
Like me for instance, right.
I got out, I been out two years now, you know.
I'm not gonna try to make a long list
of things that I done did constructive or something,
like I said, but one thing I can say, you know,
I feel good about my life now as a person, you know,
as a black man first, you know, I'mma always love my hood
and I'mma always remember where I came from, you know.
But I look at it like this here.
You, you got to be happy with yourself,
you got to live with you, you got to be happy
and contented by who you are as a person, you know.
You can't go around, and you're confronting other people
and try to be hard, and paper trail, all that kind of BS,
you know what I'm saying, but deep down in your heart,
you know what's happening with you as a man,
you know what I'm saying.
So the only thing I can say is like this here.
Like I say, some of my homeboys today,
they landed, I say, well, you know what I'm saying,
six feet dead, you know, and they ain't never gonna be able
to see life again, you know.
The ones that's dead, they family running around here,
they kids running around all loose and stuff,
you know what I'm saying, so the only thing I can do
as a black man is get my life together,
be able to come back down in the neighborhood
and make a contribution to the younger ones
that's coming up today.
I want to be able to sit down with them
and tell them what life has been about for me, you know.
Right now I go to college, I got me a job,
you know, I ain't making much,
I'm making like $7.12 an hour, I mean,
some people call that peanuts,
but I still feel good about myself knowing
that I can do something with my life.
They always said odds are against us.
Yeah, the odds gonna be against us,
but it's what can you do, what are you gonna try to do?
Are you just going to accept that
and just say, "The odds are against me"?
No, don't say that, man, if anything, man,
get yourself together, get your life together, man,
and stop all that perpetrating and trying to front,
you know what I'm saying.
Me, I love the Nickerson Gardens, you know what I'm saying,
I love it for what it taught me and shit,
you know what I'm saying, it taught me a lot about myself,
and most of all, it made me for real a man,
you know what I'm saying, and I don't care what nobody say.
All that shit, trying to be hard and shit,
just keeping strapped and shit,
the strap what the motherfucker need
to keep is in his mind, that's the strap,
'cause the gat that you need to have is in your mind,
and how you gonna make it out here in this life
in society today, and what it's gonna take
to go out and challenge these obstacles.
But like I say, all I want to do is just be myself,
be a black man, and take care of my family,
be responsible, and come back in my neighborhood
and say, "Look," you know what I'm saying.
I know what it's about, homeboy.
I want to be able to take some
of the younger brothers and stuff, you know what I'm saying,
go to parks or something, kick back, or sit down,
we can talk and stuff, man, you know what I'm saying,
'cause a lot of us black men today, yeah,
we gang bangin', but let's gang bang,
let's be our leader in our household first,
take care of our families, you know what I'm saying,
set an example for our younger ones today,
you know what I'm saying,
show them what life is about, you know.
Not come out here and try to perpetrate
and put a strap in our pockets or something
and go around here and try to kill the next man
'cause he's got this color car or something,
or he might have a blue car, or he might have,
you know what I'm saying, a red car,
whatever the situation may be,
be a leader in your household first before you come
out here being frank talking about, "I'm from this hood,"
or something like that.
Be a hood for your family first, you know what I'm saying.
- For me it wasn't like no peer pressure thing,
you know, I'm just jumping on the bandwagon,
I'mma do this 'cause all the homeboys are doing it.
My thing is like, you know,
growing up in a certain neighborhood,
you have altercations with people
that grew up on another part of a certain neighborhood,
and you grow up and you know
it's affiliation through association.
And in coming up with that, you know what I'm saying,
I just, my mama just happened to have her house
on the side where the red team was at,
so there it is, right there, and in doing that, you know,
you growing up doing everything out in the streets,
from murder, money, violence, to sex, and the out of town,
going out of town with doing your work and all of this,
that's all been done, you know what I'm saying.
It's '94, you gotta have a new twist with things.
You know, I did a year in juvenile,
you know what I'm saying,
four and a half years in the state penitentiary, you know,
I done been to damn near all of them, Folsom, Quentin,
Soledad, you know, Jamestown, Solano, Vacaville, you know,
on tour, so as far as like, all the negatives, I've seen.
Now as a, in my life at this point,
I'm making a transition to do positive things,
and to, you know, try to alleviate a lot of the bullshit
that's going on out here in the streets
with these youngsters that ain't knowing,
you know, they don't know that these white folks got a place
for them for the rest of they life.
They might not never even see they neighbor
and be in a penitentiary five, 10 years,
and never even see the person next to 'em in the next cell,
'cause they got places for 'em, with these drive-bys,
automatic weapons, everything that's going on out here,
the dope, you know, they want to give us all day
for catching two or three ounces hard,
and you know what I'm saying, they catch John Delorean
with 100 keys in a camera and give him a smack on the hand.
So you see what's going on, so you got to,
you know what I mean, peep game and just,
you know, stay above water, you know what I'm saying,
and with the Crips and the Bloods and this truce,
and all this, you know, I didn't participate with the truce
because I didn't feel like it was being put down right,
you know what I'm saying.
I don't need to be drinking and hanging out with you
to kick it with you, you understand?
You stay in your neighborhood, keep your people organized,
deal with your people, I stay in my neighborhood,
deal with my people, keep them organized,
when you see me, give me a pass,
when I see you, I give you a pass.
But all this "Oh, we gonna hang out," and all that,
I still think, you know, we need
to go through some more steps
and level before we get to that point,
'cause I don't think everybody be sincere about,
you know what I'm saying, puttin' this gang thing behind us.
And I know a lot of people being killed behind it,
a lot of lives being taken, you know what I'm saying.
But my thing be like this, people want to be gangsters,
they want to put work in, want to do this,
but you can go around the corner
and just shoot up three or four black men,
the sheriffs get behind you, you got two Aks in a car,
four TEC-9s, you know what I'm saying, 10 pistols,
and they tell you to freeze, you stop, you understand?
They only two individuals with two guns,
you just went and shot four or five blacks up,
but you freeze when they tell you.
I'm saying, if you're a gangster, sell the ranch,
grandma, grandpa, the chickens, everything
if you're going out with bullets and gun smoke,
don't just stop with yours, you understand me?
Deal with it on that level, if that's what you're doing.
If you're not, get out the way,
let somebody else that is, quit perpetratin'.
- Man, we do a thing, it's called respect,
you know what I'm saying?
We don't be getting caught out
of pocket in another nigga's neighborhood,
you know what I'm saying, and then wonder why they killed us
and shit, you know what I'm saying?
Man, you know, that's just dumb shit,
you stay out of the other nigga's neighborhoods,
you ain't got to worry about it, you know what I'm saying.
'Cause the banger thing ain't never gonna cease,
you know, it's gonna always be neighborhoods,
you know what I'm saying.
It might get cooled down,
but as long as these white people still alive
and you got these sheriffs and all this running around,
it's gonna always be on,
'cause they can keep some shit stirred up.
- Because it's gangs, it's gangs, political gangs,
you got street gangs, you got women gangs,
you got gangs, the Senate, the Senate is a gang,
like, if one of the Senate gets smoked,
they lost a dead homie, you know, for sheriffs,
they lost their, they got dead homies,
everybody got dead homies.
Fuck it, it's a big gang war, you know what I'm saying?
- Dead homies, that's right, dead homies.
It's fucked up, they gotta be dead,
it's fucked up we gotta do this to appreciate 'em.
We could've appreciate them while they was living,
you know what I'm saying,
we could have did a documentary then, it's fucked up, man.
- But it's not just the homies, it's some people
that don't even know what's going on that's dead right now
because of the homies, like, for instance,
a little incident happened in my neighborhood,
one night we kicking it, a car drove by,
and we threw up our signs to the car or whatever,
and the car just stopped for a minute and took off,
came back around the corner, and at the same time,
a homeboy, Anty, was walking down the street,
and she got like a little Afro back then,
so she looked kind of masculine, or whatever you want to,
how you want to put it, and they jumped out,
and they started shooting at us and we ran,
and they shot her in the stomach,
she doesn't even know what's going on,
she just got caught in a twist,
we come out the hiding spaces and stuff
and where we was at ducking and whatever,
she laying on the ground,
stomach wide open, and I'm like, "Damn."
This, you know what I'm saying,
this not just the dead homies, it's anybody,
man, and that's what I don't like.
That's really what I don't like, it could be little kids
and the girls and the grandmamas and all this,
they don't have to be involved in this,
they don't even know what time it is.
It's a lot of punks, punks pull the trigger every day,
it ain't no, a man to me is a man that'll come from here,
when you in the streets, a lot of punks,
anybody could pull the trigger,
so I don't have no respect for them.
That's what I say about my dead homies.
- What, it's P-Funk all the motherfucking time, Milla.
(police siren wails)
(slow ambient music)
(elevator bell rings)
(slow ambient music)
- Are you the mother?
- [Ms. Young] Yes, I am.
- Come this way.
- [Loudspeaker] Dr. Morris, dial 118, please,
Dr. Morris, please dial 1-1-8.
(slow ambient music)
(people cursing)
(Ms. Young wailing)
(slow jazz music)
- [Ms. Young] How can he be dead, no.
(Ms. Young crying)
(slow jazz music)
- [Ms. Young] How can he be dead?
(Ms. Young sobs)
(slow jazz music)
(people talking quietly)
(phone rings)
- Okay, why don't you guys step into my office,
this won't take but a second.
Alright, just have a seat.
Alright, by procedure I have to go over this document
with you two, alright?
Okay, is eight o'clock tonight okay?
- That'll be more than enough time.
- Now, understand, absolutely no liquor,
no cigarettes, or no alcohol, you gotta understand,
Ms. Young, this furlough is of trust between you and I.
If he violates in any way whatsoever,
it goes back to the court, it's out of my hands,
it's up to the judge, you got it?
- Yes.
- [Officer] You got it?
You understand that, Alton?
- Yeah.
- Alright.
Here, just sign right down here.
Alton, you sign right there,
you can go pay your last respects to your brother.
Alright, come in contact with any cops at all,
just show them that, that'll prove
that you're not AWOL, alright?
Nice meeting you, Ms. Young.
- [Ms. Young] Thank you very much.
- [Officer] Alton?
See you tonight, eight o'clock.
- [Alton] Alright.
- [Officer] Alright, good luck.
(slow piano music)
(people crying)
♪ Precious Lord
♪ Take my hand
♪ Lead me on
♪ Let me stand
♪ I
♪ Am tired
♪ I
♪ Am so weak
♪ Still I'm lost
♪ Through
♪ The storm
♪ Through
♪ The night
♪ Lead me on
♪ To the light
♪ Precious Lord
♪ Take my hand
♪ And lead me home
♪ Precious Lord
♪ Please come
♪ And take my hand
♪ Lead me on home
♪ Let me stand
♪ I
♪ Am tired
♪ Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord knows
♪ I get so weary
♪ Til I a
♪ Am one
♪ Through the storm
(people sobbing)
♪ With Jesus, lead me on
♪ To the
♪ To the light
♪ Precious Lord
♪ Take
♪ Take, take
♪ This brother's hand
♪ And lead, lead him on home
(slow piano music)
- At this time we will have a few remarks coming
from the Auntie, Nora.
- Darryl James Young
was born November 28th,
1973, in Miami, Florida.
He was the second of three children,
family moved to (cries).
Family moved to LA in 1976.
He attended East Athens and McKinley Elementary School,
Watson Middle School, and Corporate High School.
He was interested in sports,
he liked to play basketball and football.
He accepted Christ at an early age,
he attended Glorified Church in Christ
til he met an untimely death.
He is survived by his mother, Darlene Young,
and his sister, Shonda Young.
(women crying)
A brother, Alton Smith,
grandmother Ida Belle McGee, from Atlanta, Georgia,
one nephew, Kenneth Rowle,
and a girlfriend, Tulissa Johnson.
He had 14 aunts and nine uncles,
and a lot of other families and friends.
Darryl,
we all love you,
and we miss you.
Oh God, do we miss you,
we miss you so, so much. (cries)
We miss you so much, Darryl.
Oh, Jesus.
Jesus.
- Now I will have some remarks coming from
Reverend Williams, the pastor
of the First Antioch Baptist Church, Pastor Williams.
(women crying)
- All you good Christian folk excuse me,
but I'm not talking to you.
I want to talk to the gang bangers.
I've been in every penitentiary in the state of California.
I've smoked, I've shot,
I've snorted every drug that there is.
In the words of the Reverend Jesse Jackson,
"It ain't nothing new for God to speak
"through imperfect people."
- [Ms. Young] Amen.
- I found God while laying in a hospital bed
with 14 knife wounds,
he gave me back my life.
- [Ms. Young] Hallelujah.
- He took my 10-year-old boy instead.
The Lord works in mysterious ways.
- [Ms. Young] Yes, Lord.
- The Bible says the Lord will come
like a thief in the night.
Well, on this particular night he came looking
just like you guys, in a speeding car
shooting at some guys hanging out.
Missed every last one of them,
and hit my boy right through his eye.
They say he never knew what hit him,
but I know, and you know,
and that's why I've got to warn you,
because you might not see tomorrow
if you keep up this madness against yourselves
and against your people.
Some of you may think it's revenge or self-defense,
but it's nothing more than
an ever-revolving cycle of death, genocide,
you've got to come together and deal with this problem.
And stop letting the other kind, the white man,
deal with it, because you know how they deal with it,
they sell you space in a big yard to bury one in,
and they lock the other one up like an animal.
They call it justice,
but I call it killing two birds with one stone.
Let me remind you what the most clearest and simplest
of those 10 great commandments is.
Thou shalt not kill,
yes, God said that.
He didn't say thou shalt not kill unless you are a Blood,
he didn't say thou shalt not kill unless you are a Crip.
He said, "Thou shalt not kill."
You know what tickles me is everything that you believe in,
this thing that will kill, or you will die for,
it isn't even yours.
Your hood?
I spoke with some gang members from Inglewood
and the freeway project came in and tore their hood down,
and moved them somewhere else.
Another thing that puzzles me is how come every benefits
from gang banging but gang bangers?
You go to the Koreans at the swap meet to get your khakis,
your T-shirts, your tennis shoes and your hats.
The media's guaranteed a story, the hospitals stay full,
the mortuaries are making a killing, pardon the expression.
The police are cleaning up in overtime.
You see, they don't want you to stop doing
what you're doing as long as you kill each other
and stay in your own neighborhood,
but the minute that you step out of bounds
and threaten one of them,
in comes the National Guard and everybody else.
And through the newspaper and the television,
they make you big men, oh, but when they make you,
they want to make you for them,
not for yourself or your people.
They want to make sure
that you use your influence in a proper way,
they use our own natural desire to be in a group,
then they feed us guns and make us kill each other.
So the homeowners, they flee the neighborhood,
and they bought up more and more homes,
then the developers come in,
and they develop the properties for white people.
They take us and move us out to the suburbs
so they can take back the city and the power in the city.
But you don't hear me, though.
You've got to stop worshiping these streets and avenues,
and start worshiping yourselves and your people.
Because if we have cultural unity,
we have everything.
I know you miss your dead homies.
I miss my dead homies, too.
But if we keep this up, we'll just keep filling
up the graveyards and the jailhouses,
and that's exactly what they want us to do.
You know, the Lord wants to set us all free,
we've all got some kind of problem that we just can't seem
to get rid of, we just can't seem to shake it,
but I guarantee you that if you pray
and if you praise God and if you study his word,
whatever it is, he will unshackle it from your body.
- [Congregation] Hallelujah.
- Oh, father, everybody in this audience wants
to submit to you, father, and to your spirit.
Let them know that you are in control at all times
so that they can praise you when they are winning,
and they can praise you when they are losing.
(slow piano music)
You young men, I talk to you today,
may you all come up here, stand up,
come up here and receive prayer,
'cause you got burns on your hearts,
you got problems in your lives, this is the alter,
just praise God, come on up, brothers,
it's the best thing you can do
with your lives, just praise God.
The answer is now, come on up.
I'm talking to you, you, you, I'm talking to all of you.
Stand up now, do something positive with your lives.
It's time to set these guns down,
it's time to let go and let God.
Come on up, brothers.
(slow piano music)
(laid back hip hop music)
- There is an open gate at the end of the road,
through which each must go alone.
And there is a light we cannot see
our father claims as his own.
But beyond the gate, your loved ones find happiness
and rest and comfort in the thought
that a loving God knows best.
(mumbles) I will say I'd do this this time,
to commit brother Darryl Young body to the grave,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and earth to earth,
and our inspiring duty to believe that one day,
God shall bring about the resurrection
of this body from the grave, amen.
♪ 'Cause when your homie die, it hurts ya
♪ My only true homie was the victim of a homicide
♪ And I miss you
♪ Another fool is gone now
♪ I've got to pay the price, yeah
♪ But I grew up being told
♪ killing people was really bad, yeah
♪ But you really don't care about that
♪ when you're mad and sad
♪ Well, God bless my soul
♪ I've had to do some time
♪ But I had to something to kill the pain inside
♪ 'Cause when your homie dies, it hurts ya
♪ It hurts ya, it hurts ya
♪ 'Cause when your homie dies, it hurts ya
♪ Oh
♪ It hurts ya, it hurts ya
♪ Your heart and your soul, you can't control
♪ Oh, it hurts ya, oh, it hurts ya
♪ It hurts ya, it hurts ya
♪ Every morning and every night
♪ I think about me and my homie when we was tight
♪ Clownin' with hoes, toking fat endo
♪ Y'all know how it go
♪ When you grow up in the city
♪ Not really giving a fuck about any
♪ But your next bro
♪ Then your next penny, like Lenny
♪ But we should have listened to sensei
♪ Moving plenty
♪ And we're meant to laugh and sing
♪ For the way we kicked our rhymes
♪ To the liquor we drank
♪ So you know when I found out my homeboy died
♪ Oh, it hurts ya
♪ All I could think about was revenge
♪ As the tears fell from my eyes
♪ 'Cause when your homie dies, it hurts ya
♪ Oh, it hurts ya, it hurts ya
♪ 'Cause when your homie die, it hurts ya
♪ Yeah
♪ It hurts ya, it hurts ya
♪ To the point where you feel like
♪ You just half-dead
♪ And you can't get them visions out your mind
♪ Of that bullet in his head
♪ It makes you feel like
♪ I should have been there for him at the time
♪ But now I can't go on, it's just in my mind
♪ Until I was able to figure out
♪ That we still a unit
♪ And everything about our music is
- Hey, blood, we rollin' on these niggas tonight,
you know, fuck that shit, I don't want no bullshit,
it's your time, nigga, this your time.
- [Moon] I'm driving, blood.
- [Mike] You know what, I'mma fuck you
up every time I see you if you don't be down.
- [Moon] You're acting like a bitch, nigga,
them niggas killed your brother, nigga.
- [Mike] With your brother gone,
I'll fuck you up every time I see you.
- [B-Fool] Look, blood, fuck that shit,
I mean tonight, blood, we rolling--
- [Moon] You ain't got to do all that,
nigga, we go, go, nigga.
- Fuck that shit, man--
- [Mike] You be a man, nigga, this is for the set, nigga.
This is for the set, blood.
- [Solo] Who's fucking car are we gonna use, man?
- [Moon] We'll steal one.
- [Mike] Don't sweat that.
- Don't worry about nothing, blood, we rolling.
- [Moon] As soon as we leave,
I'll go steal one.
♪ I saw my homie's soul the other day
♪ And this is what my homie's soul had to say
♪ Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
♪ Sometimes I feel like a nut
♪ But sometimes I don't
♪ I'm reminiscing about the times
♪ Confused about religion
♪ Should I kill that bitch's cap
♪ I wanna make a quick decision
♪ Money, money got it go on my mind
(people shouting)
(overlapping chatter)
(people shouting)
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(people shouting)
(overlapping chatter)
(people shouting)
(overlapping chatter)
(people shouting)
- [Mike] Come on.
(slow ominous music)
- Come on, Alton, it's time to go back.
- I said I'd be right back.
- No, we going right now.
- I said, I'll be right back.
- You don't think I know where you going?
You're going to kill any black boy you see hangin' out,
they way they did Darryl.
You ain't gonna get the one you want, they didn't.
Baby, let the Lord handle it, you're grown men.
Don't you make me fight you.
(Alton mumbles)
No, you come in right now, don't make me fight you!
- Alright.
(slow piano music)
Go, blood, go, nigga, go, go!
- Stop it!
Stop! (cries)
(Ms. Young sobs)
(slow piano music)
(moves into slow hip hop music)
♪ It's my very first drive-by
♪ And don't ask why
♪ I got a funny feeling that somebody's gonna die
♪ And my heart straight skippin'
♪ And look, Lo, G
♪ Pass me the thunder, chief
♪ Hope it's time to go hoopla
♪ So we jump in the buck
♪ And maybe blow six five
♪ Straight talkin' about the homies that's dead
♪ And look who we see up ahead
♪ Cruisin' real slow
♪ About to give it up and let 'em know
♪ Surprise
♪ Straight come slippin' up the liquor store
♪ So I buttoned up my collar
♪ Came smooth out the window
♪ Of the Impala
♪ Bodies drop, I'm not stopping
♪ At least til my Glock stops popping
♪ And nobody else said a word
♪ Check it out, Loc
♪ Nigga, pass me the thunder bird
♪ So I'm feeling kind of good
♪ I can't wait to get back
♪ And tell the homies in the neighborhood
♪ About the drama that I did
♪ Four niggas, two hoes
♪ And they all got smoked quick
♪ I never mind getting caught with my nine
♪ 'Cause everybody's gotta get caught
♪ Slipping sometimes
♪ And if I should ever have to die
♪ I hope it's not from another nigga's first drive-by
♪ Smoked in a drive-by
♪ Smoked in a drive-by
(slow ominous music)
- [Mike] Anton, your ban.
Right there, motherfucker, don't look at 'em.
(car tires squeal)
- Slow down, man.
Nigga, what if those motherfuckers would have pulled us out?
Fuck this, we got to go back.
- [B-Fool] No, no, nigga, fuck that, nigga,
don't bitch out on me now, nigga, it's on.
- [Mike] Blood, turn up here.
- Lisa, telephone!
- [Lisa] Alright, here I come.
I got it.
Hello?
What's up, nothing, what y'all over there doing?
Uh-huh, just kicking it.
Oh, for real?
Girl, guess who over here. (laughs)
Uh-huh, he outside talking to Woof and them.
(slow ambient music)
- [B-Fool] Oh, it's on.
(slow ambient music)
(gun fires)
(gun fires)
(gun fires)
- Mother, they out there shooting!
- [B-Fool] Come on, bloods!
West side, nigga, fuck all you motherfuckers!
(gun fires)
- [Lisa] Oh, shit, oh my god!
(women screaming)
(gun fires)
Oh, God!
(women crying)
(slow music)
♪ Livin' up in them streets are death
♪ By myself, dead homies at every step
♪ Ain't giving a nigga no help
♪ And the octagon mad
♪ 'Cause there ain't no more space
♪ 'Cause there's 30 more murder victims
♪ Born every day in every state
♪ And niggas be killin' over cuz
♪ Smokin' on they blunts
♪ When death ain't giving no shit
♪ About your family or your mother
♪ Ain't no mistakin', I was shakin' as I sat back
♪ Contemplatin' the little homie, Toon
♪ Meeting death
♪ At the gas station
♪ A big homie sat tripping
♪ Ready to fight the po-po
♪ When fools going out solo
♪ We squabblin' at the funeral
♪ The devil got my brothers killin' the brothers
♪ Without breaking a sweat
♪ Now they chunkin' forties and shit
♪ Won't even let my homie rest
♪ And where was my brother
♪ When this bullshit came about
♪ Doing 25 to life on something he wasn't thinking about
♪ So every time you pull your nine
♪ And block comes the other men
♪ Killing two birds with one stone
♪ One black in a grave
♪ The other black in a jail cell
♪ Dead, bumped out, left they Moms in a living hell
♪ So tell me where is the strength in my family
♪ Gangs and slangin'
♪ Got blacks livin' in tragedy
♪ My family still remainin' in shock
♪ 'Cause a nigga be banging with Glocks
♪ So it really don't stop
♪ Til the casket drop
- My name is brother Ishmael, and I'm in a halfway house
in South Central LA called Ridgeback,
and I'd like to give peace to all my brothers,
As-salaam-Alaikum.
- Yo, my name's Roy Blue from west side 68th Street,
Playboy hustler, I want to give a shout out
to all the homies from six eight, south side,
Nine Tree, and the homie Ravi Noke, rest in peace, 68.
♪ You don't want to ride on them wicked-ass streets
♪ Young baby gangsters walkin' round, packin' heat
♪ Now how can I tell my partners
♪ About how her son just got smoked
♪ Two slugs in the chest
♪ Laying flat in between some bloody coats
♪ Them niggas that did it ain't even tryin' to hide
- Hello, my name is Big Sneak
from west side Venice Shoreline Crip,
and I'd like to give a shout-out to my homies in Venice,
you know, keep your heads up.
♪ I'm in the hood every day man
♪ Trying to fix this peace
♪ And guns and killing for fun, man
♪ Just won't seem to cease
♪ And like in a war we 'bout to fight, man
♪ It ain't no joke
- Yeah, I'm Zach Dog
from the east side neighborhood Compton's Crip,
I want to give a shout-out to all my homies
that are restin' in peace, Young Weed, Ridge Dog, Lil Percy,
and Kendo, and the rest of the homies
that ended up in heaven, stay up.
- I'm Jamaica Mike, from Wenino east coast,
I want to give a shout-out to my homeboy, Big Kelsie,
who locked up right now, and my big homie, Bangles,
rest in peace, from Wenino east coast, coast out.
♪ Fool of an ever-righteous nation
♪ I learned by getting burned
♪ Not to have no patience
♪ I got a letter from my little brother Solo today
♪ Six months left on a (mumbles) stay
♪ That's when this nigga walked up
- Hey, my name's Craig, Big Mo from Harlem,
I want to give a shout-out to the homies in the hood,
rest in peace to Baby Bro, Lil G Rock,
and all the dead homies, rest in peace.
♪ Am I supposed to beat homie when I'm like a hoe
♪ As I bleeded he proceeded to lock me out the door
♪ And eight shots is what I got from the drama
♪ Having visions of living with my sister and my mama
♪ Blood running out my mouth
- What's up, I'm Lil Chrissie
from west side Harlem Crip gang, you know.
I see all you brothers out here talking
about all y'all homeboys, you know what I'm saying,
dead, nigga, what about the dead homegirls,
you know what I'm saying.
My motherfucking big homegirl, Big Chrissie,
just got killed, you know what I'm saying,
trying to rob an armored truck and shit, you know.
Like my homegirl Coco Loco, you know what I'm saying,
she got smoked and shit by one of the homeboys.
What you call that shit, you know what I'm saying.
It ain't no homeboys dying, and it ain't no gang,
you know what I'm saying,
all I know is it's west side Harlem Crip,
and that's where I'm from, you know what I'm saying.
This is Lil Chrissie Loco.
♪ As long as you got the haters practicing
♪ Black killing peckerwoods
♪ My black family still remains in shock
- Hey, my little brother, right here.
He ain't even been in the hood that long,
but he watch my back, this is like my AK,
it's all gonna be done today, you know?
♪ I struggle to get out but I still call it home
♪ And you don't want to ride on them wicked-ass streets
♪ Beyond banging and fucking round packing heat
- You know, like he said,
I ain't been in the hood that long,
but I got much love for my homies
that's out there kickin' it, drinking beer,
pourin' it out for my homies that's resting in peace.
He's my nine, I'm his nine,
everywhere we go we carry our piece,
we don't leave home without it, like American Express.
- I'm scared to do some freestyle.
♪ I'm scared to do some freestyle
♪ Blow, I'm too high and I might go off-tempo
♪ But now I'm back to let these niggas know
♪ Just how deep my game runs
♪ Tupac-Alypse don't sleep
♪ I keep a motherfucking Glock in my car
♪ If I'm holding in the club
♪ I gotta be the fucking star
♪ So everybody want to smile and raise their heads
♪ I got a razor in case I got to do it next, man
♪ 'Cause you know how niggas be
♪ They wanna see if 'Pac is real
♪ Or is he like that nigga in the movie
♪ I guess I gotta prove my point
♪ Slicing motherfuckers
♪ Now I'm doing the joint
♪ I got my nigga B-I to the G beside me
♪ Bitches on my dick, you know the hoes wanna ride me
♪ All my other homies out here like Spike Lee
♪ They got the camera on a nigga, guess they like me
♪ But now I'm about to pass this motherfucker on
♪ 'Cause this Tanqueray is gettin' hella strong
♪ Money, hoes, and clothes
♪ Blunt smoke coming out the nose
♪ Is all a nigga knows
♪ Flipping on fours, putting tags on toes
♪ Watching the stash grow
♪ Clocking the cash flow
♪ The neighborhood grave-digger getting paid so much
♪ All the bitches wanna see a nigga
♪ I guess they figure I'm paid
♪ I wanna get laid
♪ Or since I got loot, I wanna knock boots
♪ Huh, I'd rather beat my dick than trick
♪ If this C don't suck, then we don't fuck
♪ I'd rather make a buck
♪ Drive a fat-ass truck
♪ Grab the nine, two clips, and run amok
♪ Yes, flex after two or three vexes
♪ I wreck shit
♪ What the fuck you expected
♪ A fly guy, well fuck it
♪ I'm a high guy
♪ From bitch, start putting the swelling on your eye
♪ Your nose even
♪ When I choke you, you stop breathing
♪ The police come, I'm leaving
- Peace and love.
- Remember that.