Envy (2005) - full transcript

Set amidst the urban decay of modern-day Detroit, this indie drama follows two cousins, AJ (Ray J) and Caesar (Az), as they navigate the perils of the drug trade. Despite his family's best efforts to keep him off the streets, AJ is nonetheless drawn to Caesar's underworld lifestyle; in a matter of months, he graduates from tag-along to full-blown player in a massive criminal organization.

[wind whistles]

[electricity crackles]

[chattering in background]

- [Narrator] Envy.

Resentments roused by ones

success or worldly possessions.

If you are laid by the spirit,

you won't obey your

selfish desire.

The spirit and your

desires are enemies

of one another.

They are always

fighting each other

for control over your emotions

to do what you know is right

but when you obey the spirit,

your selfishness has

no control over you.

- Let me see the ball.

- Where is he going?

[kids chattering in background]

- Hey, what you doing?

- We came to hoop, didn't we?

I don't know about y'all fellas

but I'm gonna play some ball.

I want to play before the

street lights come on.

- Hey look out!

[laughing]

- Get off the court, little man,

before you get yourself hurt.

[chattering]

- What's up, Alvin?

Look like somebody

just kicked your ass.

- I was trying to hoop before

the street lights came on.

They was messing with us.

- Hey, yo.

Who was fucking with little man?

Everybody don't

speak at one time.

Which one of y'all

fucking with little man?

- They um, they got

in the way of the game

so I had to

straighten shorty out.

- Yo, give me the ball, man.

- Little man--

- Hey, yo

shut the fuck up.

I aint even talking to you, man.

Now what you say?

What you had to do

to my little cousin?

- Little cousin?

Caesar, man, I didn't know that

was your little cousin, man.

- Yeah you skin, huh?

- Yeah, we skins.

- Okay so since you like

showing your ass off

in front of my family,

do it for me, then.

I want to see.

Nigga, strip!

[crowd grumbles]

Hey, yo, man y'all

motherfuckers heard what I said.

Man, strip, man.

- Strip?

- Y'all want to finish

this fucking game, right?

Y'all fucking gangsters, man.

Play ball, nigga.

- Right here, man.

- Fucking clowns.

[upbeat tense rap]

[upbeat tense rap]

♪ Coming short on the

♪ Can get you killed in my

♪ Thinking that its cool

♪ But its not in my

♪ Its real in my city

♪ We pack steel in my

♪ Post up on the block

♪ Moving work in my

[upbeat rap music]

♪ Full of hard knock goods

♪ With a plan to do

♪ Just to come up on your kush

♪ My city

♪ Roll in cars you

only dream of ♪

♪ My dogs so crazy

[upbeat rap music]

♪ Got a bad rep on TV

♪ Best believe me

♪ You can get shot

for knowing me ♪

♪ The only place

that I rather be ♪

♪ Detroit murder

♪ Area code 313

♪ My city

♪ Home of the 45

[upbeat tense rap music]

- Damn, AJ.

Your cousin the shit.

- That nigga had a fresh

ride and a fat pocket.

Did you see the way

niggas was staring?

- Hey didn't get that

from selling no insurance.

- Man I don't care.

That's gonna be me one day.

Niggas wanting to be me, too.

- Don't we got that thing to do?

- Hey, yo.

Why don't y'all get

lost for a couple hours?

Go play a game or something.

Yeah, follow me

around like this.

[soft muzak]

- Hey little man following.

- Hey where your

little ass going?

- With you.

- Yo, man, come on, man.

Go get something to eat.

Stop following me all day.

Yo, I want you to

sit right over there

and don't move, don't say

nothing to nobody man.

I'm serious.

[soft muzak]

- What up, C.

Rio.

[mumbles]

- This nigga was

illing earlier today

at the basketball courts.

- You bullshitting.

What happened?

- He was on some straight

Scarface type shit

talking about somebody

had to straighten

out my little

cousin or something.

- Real man, he had

the nigga stripping

and everything.

All you seen was assess

running down the court.

- You bullshitting.

- No, that nigga was

being real ruthless.

- That's why they call

that nigga Caesar.

- Hail, Caesar.

- I don't know what the

fuck you laughing for.

You supposed to met us

here three hours ago.

- Damn, chill out, C.

Just taking care of

a little business.

- Aint no business

like family business.

You know that.

- Yo, that's my mans I

was telling you about.

Dirty Red.

- Oh, so this the

motherfucking coming up

on the west side, huh?

- Yeah.

Moving a lot of shit, too.

Got some selling my

niggas backing his ass up.

- Flex.

- Dirty Red.

- What's up, baby?

- What's up.

- Red, this is my man,

the one and only Caesar.

- Finally to get to

meet the man, huh?

- Okay, so you the one

I heard is coming up

on the west side.

- We doing our thing

but its nothing

like you and your clique.

Y'all niggas been

banging for real.

- Yo, pull up a chair.

While we do the oldest visit.

- Yo, Bread got his

hands on some major shit.

Aint got enough

soldiers to move it so,

he want us to be his protection

so he can lock down the

west side and suburbs.

- Caesar, its bigger than

the west side, though.

The suburbs is where its at.

Check it.

I got clients snorting three 0s

of that pure white shit a week

and they don't mind

paying the price.

I already moved

15 birds and shit.

You need to be part

of this shit for real.

- Thought them seven mile

niggas had your back?

- Man, fuck them

seven mile niggas.

They aint got my back for real.

I'm trying to fuck

with your organization

cause you got the connect,

you got the soldiers,

and your name in the streets

is like John Gotti's name

in New York, and that's

what I need to fuck with.

- You're right.

The reason its like

that, is cause we stick

to what we know and we

don't fuck with outsiders.

And besides, you sell

a key in the suburbs.

White society catch me

out there, move away,

aint nothing my connect can do.

As long as we on the east side,

they don't give a fuck

how brown the coke is

or how many niggas we smoke.

You know what?

I'ma stay there.

- Fuck it.

It is how it is, then, man.

Flex, I'll get with

you in a minute, aight?

- All right.

- See when you see you, playboy.

- See you when I see you.

[laughing]

Hey yo, where the fuck

you think you going?

- I didn't get to

ride in your car.

- So what, I look like your

motherfucking chauffer?

Where we going aint

for kids right now.

- So?

[mumbles] my neighborhood.

The punks that keep yanking us

don't care if we're home or not.

Man if moms aint there, they

come and take all our shit.

- You was there when

somebody took your shit?

- Man, twice.

Come on.

I just want to sit in your ride.

- Come on, man.

This what we riding in.

I aint getting in

that car, come on.

- Yo, C, what if

something go down?

- His little ass will be aight.

[soft tense hip hop music]

♪ Everywhere I go

♪ They hoes be trying

to spit at me ♪

♪ When they see I'm VIP

♪ These hoes be

trying to get at me ♪

♪ When they see my

♪ That's when I

lay my thing down ♪

- Hey, baby.

- [mumbles] open this

god damn door, huh?

I don't want [mumbles].

Everything aight?

- Yeah, everything's fine.

- Good, that's

good, that's good.

So everybody gone for the night?

- Everybody's gone,

I just locked up

before you guys got here.

- Okay.

- Everybody's out, its just me.

- That's good.

Hey yo, why my

shit out like this?

- Come on, we doing

the best we can.

Shipment came early.

- And you just now pager me?

- Baby, I was trying

to get it ready first.

They dumped it on us

about an hour ago.

- How they brought

my shit up in here?

- Like they said they would.

- How?

Hey yo, Flex.

Call the crew, we got to

get this shit out of here.

- Why you tripping?

- Listen, you know what

happens to sloppy niggas.

They get busted.

You understand me?

- I understand you.

- This is not how I get down.

- I understand.

Come on, let's go to the back.

Come on, I told you

it be all right.

- Stop, not now.

- You stay the night?

- Listen, I'm gonna have

some business, all right?

Come on, let's take care.

What's your little

ass doing in here?

- Shit, I thought

somebody was moving.

Just wanted to see

if I could help.

- Man, come on.

[soft piano music]

Hey, yo, where the fuck is Toy?

- Yo, slow up.

There you go right there.

- That aint no

motherfucking Toy.

Hey yo, who is that?

- Fuck, I bet that's

one of Dig boys.

- Hey, turn this

bitch around, man.

Motherfucking Dig

trying to move in.

Nigga, know that's a violation.

They got to bleed for that.

- Yo, roll up on

this nigga, dog.

- For sure, I'm on it.

[tense rap music]

♪ Got a problem

♪ Got a problem

♪ I got a problem

- Let me holler.

You lost, motherfucker.

Who you working for?

- Man, man.

D said man, your

boy was slipping.

- What the fuck you

stuttering for, nigga, huh?

What the fuck you

stuttering for?

That mean you can

come in my kingdom?

Pound this motherfucker.

[grunting]

- Yo, yo, yo.

Move, watch out,

watch out, watch out.

[gunshots]

- Run that nigga pockets.

- Yo, let's go, man.

[soft tense rap music]

♪ Got a problem

♪ You got a problem

♪ I got a problem

[distant mumbling]

- For real?

- Its about time we start

letting everybody know

that when we roll,

we roll like a mob.

- Them our motherfucking

streets out there,

you know what I'm saying?

I would of did the same

motherfucking thing

if it was another nigga,

they would of done

the same thing to us.

So fuck it.

- Most definitely

and I hope everybody

saw us, too.

Let suckers know

we mean business.

You heard?

Don't even ask.

- Yo, I can't believe

that nigga Dig

had that nigga buying stuff

any motherfucking way.

- Was it me or was

that nigga stuttering?

- D-d-d-don't, don't

hit me, don't hit me.

- Fuck is you laughing at?

You think you done

some foul shit, huh?

Got a story to impress

your little friends

with a show and tell tomorrow.

- Man, that nigga

not saying nothing.

- Hell no he aint saying shit.

- Can't be your cousin.

- me, me.

I done seen more

by the time--

- I know.

- You know?

- Yeah.

You seen some real beat

downs in your life.

Starting with your pops

beating your mommas ass.

[laughing]

- Oh that shit funny?

That's funny?

Yeah okay.

Okay.

- Supposed to be the veteran.

Don't even know the basics.

Think before you speak.

- Yo, C, what you said

this nigga name was?

- This little Alvin,

its my cousin, man.

- No, that aint my name.

- What's your name now?

- Its AJ.

- Okay, its AJ.

- Still a little fella to me.

- Hey, yo.

If a motherfucker break

in your house again,

you pop him with this.

And you call me 911.

Lets see you go put that up

before your moms find

that and try to kill me.

Yeah, take your

ass in the house.

- Whoa.

How you doing?

- You think you grown, huh?

You think you can just

be staying out at night.

- Mom, I was just

hanging out with Caesar.

- Excuse me, child?

How many times I told y'all

I don't want hanging

out with Charles.

Boy, you getter get over here.

I am not gonna chase you.

[banging at door]

- I hear you, ma, dang.

I was just down at the festival

checking out the females.

- Until four o'clock

in the morning.

Boy, I won't

tolerate no nonsense.

- What nonsense?

- I will put your butt

in a detention center

before I see you get

dragged in Charles' mess.

You know they found Mrs.

Stewart's son in a dumpster.

Messing around with them drugs.

I know Charles has

something to do with it.

He's been a menace

from the very start.

Its shame my sister didn't do

something about him earlier.

- Ma, why you always

ragging on Aunt Rhonda?

- She was too busy

partying, wasn't thinking

about those kids.

She should of put her

foot down a long time ago.

- And do what?

- All I'm saying is, don't

make me do something drastic.

- Drastic like what, ma?

- I've already made some calls.

- What calls?

- You know Tommie's

intern with the FBI.

- You spoke to Tommie?

- All I'm saying is,

stay away from Charles.

- Look ma, I got to go.

[upbeat rap]

- Aint it passed this

little nigga bedtime?

You know how that nigga

momma be tripping.

- Whatever.

- moms aint no joke.

- Listen, we got a job

to take care of tonight.

- What's that?

- Remember the nigga Toony?

- For sure.

- Time to pay his ass a visit.

- Are we gonna

fuck that nigga up?

- Yo, that nigga need a

good ass whooping anyway.

So think about twice about

coming up short again.

- Come on, let's go

get this motherfucker.

- Hold up, hold up.

Tell me let's go

fuck that nigga up.

Its time for little cuz, man.

He on the come up.

He got to put that

work in right now.

- You sure this

nigga can handle it?

- Come on, man, it

run in the blood.

- Now you sure picked

a fucked up spot

to meet his motherfucker, man.

You sure he coming?

- There he go right there.

Minding his business.

Passed us.

- Don't chicken

out either, nigga.

Boss up.

Bro, you gonna get

that nigga fucked up.

- Handle himself.

Yo, something aint right.

- What you talking bout?

- Little cousin need the strap.

- Hold on, C.

We all had to make our way.

So will that little nigga.

- Hold up, dog.

Fuck you doing here?

Where the fuck Cs at?

- Hey, Caesar said you came up

short for the last time, dog.

I'm running your

territory from now on.

- What the fuck?

This some kind of

motherfucking joke?

Sending some little

bitty ass boy

telling me you finna take

over my motherfucking spot?

Nigga, fuck you.

You aint running shit.

Tell Caesar I'll give him

his motherfucking money.

- Fuck you, nigga.

[blows landing]

- Gonna tell me what now, nigga?

Huh?

Take my shit--

[gunshots]

- What the fuck?

- Shit.

- Get off me, man.

Hey get this nigga off me.

- Man get the, come

on, come on, man.

[mumbling]

- Rhonda, you in there?

- Quit knocking on my

door like you crazy.

- You gonna let me in?

- The maid has today off.

- You been too busy job hunting

to clean the house, right?

- Are you gonna get my

prescription for me or not?

- Did you even go to

the employment office?

- Ma, you in there?

Oh.

Hey what's up.

- Hey.

- Don't come around here

using my refrigerator boy.

You barely said two words to me.

- I know what you want, ma.

That's enough?

Want some, Aunt Sharon?

- See, what do I need a job for?

My sons taking care of me.

- With his drug money?

- Don't start that

bullshit, Sharon,

I don't want to hear it today.

- If it was my son,

I wouldn't tolerate.

Its type like him that's

ruining this community.

- Types like who?

Ma, she's must be

talking about my smile

and warm personality.

- Yeah, you such

a bad ass, right?

Where was you when my son was

getting beat up last night?

- Aunt Sharon, I'm gonna

take care of whoever

did that to Alvin.

- Child, don't do a damn thing.

Just stay away, just stay

away from my son, Charles.

I mean it.

- Can I come see how

he doing later on?

- She's always coming

over here talking shit.

- Man, fuck her.

She don't know nothing

about the streets or Alvin.

[soft tense hip hop]

Yo, turn that down.

How you doing?

I told you earlier,

I was gonna stop by

so I can see my little cuz.

Looking at me like

that, Aunt Sharon.

He's only got hurt, I want

to make sure he aight.

- [TV] Its all good,

we preforming tonight.

We the hottest thing in

this bitch right now.

- Really?

- Who is it?

[TV in background]

- Look at you, all off point.

- What's going on, man?

- You aight?

- yeah I'm good.

- Okay, okay.

You know Brenda and Shanquia

was asking about you, man.

- Oh for real?

- Yeah.

Gonna be laid up for a minute.

So, might as well

get some pussy.

That's if your

dick still working.

- Yeah my shit still work.

Man, why you think they asking?

- Hey I can't tell.

All I heard is how you eat

pussy or something like that.

- Oh this nigga crazy.

[laughing]

- Yo, listen.

Your mom still work

the night shift, right?

- Yeah.

- good.

- Might as well

call them hoes over

so we can get it popping.

- Yeah man, listen.

Got to talk to you

about some serious shit.

- Aight.

- Listen.

You know the industry territory?

- Yeah.

- That's you now.

You just gonna have 10

soldiers reporting to you.

All you got to do is

supply and just collect.

The only thing you

got to worry about

is them motherfuckers that's

loyal to that Amazon cat.

- What about Rio and Flex?

- My man Rio, he just like me.

You know, we getting older.

We trying to enjoy the

fruits of our labor.

Now Flex, that's another story.

You know he trying to be

the Frank White of Detroit.

The problem, matter of fact

no problem, I call the shots.

You put the work in,

you on the come up.

You can handle it, right?

- Yeah.

I got your back, cuz.

- Aight nigga,

have your own back.

Got a present for you, too.

- Yeah.

- Big boy shit right here, man.

- This shit tight.

- Still got [mumbles]

at the other joint.

I know you needed

something to hold you down.

We like the wonder

twins now, you know?

You like it?

- Hell yeah.

This shit tight.

- Aight man, let me get

the fuck out of here

before your moms throw me out.

You know she mad at me.

You tell the crew we said

what's up man, get better.

Let's get this fucking money.

- All right.

- [TV] You can't

handle all of that.

[soft tense hip hop]

[upbeat hip hop music]

[people chattering

in background]

- Yeah, yeah.

Let them young ladies

for Flex, my man.

Got a treat for you, brother.

Have some fun.

Doublemint twins.

- Look at that nigga over

there grinning ear to ear,

looking like its first piece.

- You sure that's what

he's smiling about?

Word is Flex is doing some

business, man, on the side.

You know anything about that?

- What kind of business?

- Business.

Dealing.

Mushroom, ectasy, shit

that we don't fuck with.

- Flex?

Man get out of here.

- Hey yo, this is business.

Dirty Red already told

me the motherfuckers

getting his shit from

the seven miles nigga.

- Dirty Red?

You gonna believe some shit

Dirty Red did told you?

That nigga been trying to get

down on the team for years.

You need more

evidence than that?

- Is this enough evidence

for you right there?

- What the fuck is that?

- What's about Latoya

bought from Flex.

- Who the fuck is Latoya?

- Stripper bitch that's

dancing with him right now.

Now do that look like our work?

- Maybe.

- Maybe?

He dealing on the side.

The team aint seeing

none of that shit.

He got to get dealt with.

- So what you

talking about doing?

- Listen, I already spoke to him

a thousand times about this.

He got a hard head.

He got to get dealt with.

Fuck it.

I'ma do it myself.

He's out.

[low hip hop music]

- Yo, man.

Who keeps letting this young

motherfucker in the club?

- What the hell you

talking about, Flex?

- Nigga, we just took your

momma's titty out your mouth

last year.

- Hey look, fuck you homie.

I own this bitch.

I don't got to be

21 to get in here.

I don't got to be no age.

- Fuck you.

Fuck you.

- Balls.

Bitch ass nigga.

- Get lost.

- What up, C?

- What you think about Flex?

- He cool.

- Between me and you,

I had plans for him

but it aint working out.

- Shit, what you want to do?

- I want to put

you in his place.

- Me?

- I mean you think

you can handle it?

- Yeah, I could handle it

but what about Rio and

the rest of them though?

What they gonna think

about a young nigga like me

taking Flex spot?

- They gonna hate,

its all they could do.

- Hell yeah they gonna hate.

Shit, y'all been hustling

since the beginning of time

and shit, since I was a baby.

- Know what?

Its time to silence

the haters now.

- How?

- I mean you got to

do what they can't do,

what they aint got

the heart to do.

You see Latoya, the chick

he dancing with now?

- Yeah.

- She gonna take him up

to VIP, she got

the gat up there.

Just go up there,

creep, lay his ass down.

- All right.

- As soon as you're done,

meet me at the house.

Okay, that was fast.

[low rap music]

[gunshot]

[tense instrumental music]

♪ Yo

♪ Yeah yeah yeah

♪ Got a bang right

here for this shit ♪

♪ Yo

♪ Yo

[tense rap music]

- Yo, in the very instant

a man take his last breath,

another one is reborn.

From here on out, aint

no more looking back.

I'm sure y'all understand that.

- Do we?

How many years Flex

serve, you see?

- Hey yo, the nigga don't exist.

Don't talk about shit

that don't exist.

Aight?

- Why you got this little

motherfucker running

round the hood acting

like he the big shit?

- Nigga, I did what

you aint had the heart

to do, motherfucker.

- What the fuck you

mean heart, nigga?

You wish you had as

much heart as I got.

Killing motherfuckers we

love aint cool, nigga.

- Yo, this shit aint

cool right here, man.

If you wasn't drunk,

I'd throw your ass

off this roof right now.

Flex don't exist.

AJ is the only name

I want to hear.

Anybody disagree,

then speak now.

[soft energetic R&B music]

- Now this the place I been

wanting to show you, man.

- What's this?

- Its the new spot

I've been working on.

I'm telling you,

Caesar, its a whole lot

of money coming out

of here already.

- Listen man, I thought we

talked about this already.

We don't need new business,

especially on the west side.

- I put him in the crew already.

He been bringing

in loot for months

and we aint feeling no

extra heat or nothing.

For real.

Everything cool.

- What spot is this?

- Just come in for a minute

and check out this

niggas hookup.

Come on.

[pounding at door]

- What's up?

- Its AJ.

What up, nigga?

- What's up, baby?

- What up.

Straight?

- Yeah, for sure.

- Hey did all that

shit come in right?

- Oh yeah, yeah.

You know how we do

on the west side.

- That's right, all day.

Oh boy.

- Look, just make it an even 50.

- Hey, I'ma get out

you later, aight?

- All right.

- Hey, C?

Hey, C.

Hey, nigga.

[soft rap]

- Hey yo, didn't he

used to roll with Dig?

- Shit, he stopped fucking

with Dig a long ago, dog.

For real.

He straight, man.

Look, Vic aint never made

this kind of loot with Dig.

- Hey yo, man, Dig

whole crew got indicted

by the Monaco, you

know that right?

- Huh?

When that shit happen?

- Hey listen man.

- I aint hear about that shit.

- I got a little connect down

at the 36th district court.

DA trying to keep it low.

They don't want motherfuckers

to stop disappearing.

You better stay on point.

- I got you.

[phone rings]

- Hey man tell that

bitch to call back, man.

Fuck that, that bitch

calling when we chilling man.

Fuck that, that

would be killing me.

But um, how's shit looking, man?

- Its looking real good.

Real good.

- I mean yeah, niggas waiting

for like two weeks, man.

[cocks gun]

- Hold on, nigga, aint

that that nigga Vic?

- Hold up, hold up, oh shit.

- Who the fuck is that he with?

Is that mini-me or something?

- Yo, this motherfucking

Dig is on the streets, man.

- Dig?

That's that motherfucker Dig?

That's the nigga that

control the west side?

Man get the fuck out of here.

- Man listen, that nigga used

to control the west side.

They all just got indicted.

This shit bugging me out, man.

- Indicted?

If he indicted than

what the fuck he doing

on the street, nigga?

That shit aint cool.

- Yo, you got your cell, man?

Call Jabbar.

We need some

surveillance over here.

This shit is bugging me out.

This nigga on the streets.

- What up, though?

Holla at your boy.

- Hey, yo.

Where the fuck you at, man?

I need you over here right now.

[upbeat tense hip hop]

- Mrs. Crawford,

Detective Russell.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

- My son doesn't peddle drugs.

- Its not your son we want.

Your nephew's wanted

by the FBI, CIA--

- Is not involved with Charles.

- Your son still live here?

- No.

Alvin's been trying

to find a decent job

so he can pay for college.

He's not like Charles.

Really, he's not.

[chattering in background]

[soft tense rap music]

[soft upbeat rap music]

[tense R&B music]

- That's good right there.

Just a little harder.

[phone rings]

go get that for me.

Yo, what's up?

- Hey yo, what's up man?

What you found out about Vic?

- Yo, C, you was right.

That nigga playing

both sides, man.

As soon as AJ leave,

that nigga Dig pull up

just like clockwork.

- Yeah, what else?

- There's been a

van parked out front

for the last couple days.

The place is definitely

under surveillance.

I don't know by who though.

- That's real.

Hey yo, stay on point, man.

You hear anything

else, holler back.

One.

- All right, one.

[tense hip hop]

- I knew it, man.

Dig and Vic is up

to some bullshit.

You know what?

Holler at AJ.

Let him know we shutting Vic

shit down tomorrow night.

I want it to be in and

out, nice and clean.

- For sure.

- You want to be a

sneaky motherfucker

and I'ma holler at

Marston for that shit.

- The heater?

- You know it.

- Let's do this.

Consider it done.

[tense hip hop music]

- Too risky?

Man, I know that's your

damn cousin and all, man,

but nigga aint

hungry no more, dog.

I mean he already got his vault.

- Yeah man, that niggas

getting too comfortable

and shit.

He's losing his heart,

you know what I'm saying?

- So what you want

to me tell the dude

you want to meet

up with him anyway?

- What dude?

- Your dude I was

telling you about.

Has new ideas for

some new ventures.

- I want you to plug in with me.

- Plug in with you?

- Yeah.

I am gonna take

over this operation.

Plug in with me.

- I got you.

- What do you

think you're doing?

- I'm about to play

one or two games

and then we gonna bounce, aight?

- No, its my day.

We going shopping.

- Horseshit, I'm about

to play one or two games.

Be patient.

- Yeah, okay.

I'm not gonna be here long.

- Always impatient.

- I'm still going shopping, AJ.

- What up, though?

- What's up?

Is that Tommie over there?

That is Tommie.

He hold to.

I'm about to go holler

at my girl, real quick.

- Yeah, whatever.

Girl, come get me.

This nigga tripping.

[chattering in background]

- Yeah a lot, a lot, she does.

- Hold on, is that okay?

- Okay.

- I'll be right back.

- Y'all want to go play?

Let's go play.

Come on.

- What up, though?

- What's up?

I didn't think you

still came here.

- Of course I come here, girl.

- For real?

- Yeah what up with you, though?

What the fuck you doing?

- I told you I was

going shopping.

I was gonna take the whole roll.

[horn honks]

- Look, here pick me up

in an hour, all right?

- Darling.

- What up, though?

What you doing here?

- I'm about to move.

For real, for what?

- I got a new job.

- All them pictures you

took of them hood rats

worked out for you, huh?

Somebody liked that shit?

- Yeah something like that.

- Damn, well I'm

glad you not fucking

with the feds, at least.

- What do you mean?

- Shit they the ones bringing

all our shit in the country.

They want to lock

us up for moving it.

Motherfuckers be tripping.

- Yeah, well some of

us are actually trying

to make a difference

in the community.

- Huh?

- Look um, I'm having

a party tonight

and I invited a

couple of people.

So if you want to stop by

and celebrate my new job.

- Who you working for?

- The FBI.

- I thought that

shit was a joke.

You fucking with

the feds for real?

That's bullshit, man.

- So you gonna come?

- I don't know.

If I got some time, I'll try

to stop through, all right?

- Holler at this

motherfucker and shit.

Man lets get this loot.

- I guess this the spot.

- Yeah man I hope

this don't take long.

You know Tommie's

in Venice today.

- Dog, man this is business.

This niggas here a plug dog,

with the straight up [mumbles].

- Aight.

- Same shit you been asking for.

- All right, cool.

I'ma do it then.

Let's do it.

- For sure, man.

- Oh here we go, right there.

- Yeah that's it.

- What up baby?

How you feeling?

- Fine, you?

- Pretty good.

- That's cool, that's cool.

- Jack, this is my

man I told you about.

- What's up.

- This AJ.

- What up, AJ?

- I'm good.

- Come on in.

- Aight.

What you moving

or something, man?

- No, baby boy, I aint moving

but I got something in

these boxes you might like.

- Is that right?

- That's right.

Go ahead, take a look.

- Aight.

Aint nothing in the box

but some styrofoam, man.

- You sure about that, homeboy?

- Yeah I'm sure about that, man.

Hey, who is this guy, man?

What the fuck?

- That stuff right

there you're holding

is worth about 50 gs, my boy.

Come on, let me holler

at you for a minute.

- 50 Gs?

- 50 Gs.

- Oh yeah.

Holler at your boy.

- Sit down, have a seat.

Let me see one of them.

This styrofoam right

here, its melted down

and 100% pure.

Odorless, colorless,

and non-detectable.

So when you bringing

your man to take a look?

- No you don't have

to go through him.

You can go through me.

Look, he's not what you

call an early adapter,

you know what I'm saying?

I just convinced

a brother to throw

out his 8-track last week.

[laughs]

you feel me?

Anyway, I'm running

the operation now.

- So I'm gonna be

dealing with you?

- You dealing with me.

Me and me only.

[upbeat rap music]

- Damn it.

[upbeat rap music]

- We coming to do some nigga

in a bright white ass truck.

[laughing]

- That's some real shit, though.

We don't give a fuck, man.

This nigga

disrespectful and I wish

a motherfucker do

see us a snitch, man.

Burning the whole

motherfucking house down

with the family in it.

Where's AJ, man?

Did you holler at him?

- Man, I called that

nigga over an hour ago.

- Tell him we shutting this

shit down tonight, blood.

Tell him we going to do

what the fuck we got to do.

- You know this.

- Hey yo listen, keep

this shit running man.

Be in and out five minutes.

Take this faggot down.

[tense instrumental music]

- Who you here to see?

- Oh we came to see Jeff.

- All right, hold up.

- I don't like this shit.

- No its cool, its

cool, I'm sure.

[tense dramatic music]

[gunshot]

- Tell y'all motherfuckers

to shut this shit down.

- You sure about that nigga?

[gunfire]

[man shouts]

- I'm hit, come

on, come on, man.

- Yo, what up baby?

- What up, what up?

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- What's going on?

- Good, man.

- Things cool?

- Yeah, everything cool.

- Hit this?

- Yeah.

- Come on, let me holler

at you for a minute.

- Aight.

- Come on.

Come on, baby.

[mumbling]

Bet I know what you thinking.

- Yeah, a whole lot of dough.

- Come on, come

over to my office.

- Aight.

We about to get paid.

Come on.

- For real.

[tense dramatic music]

- Know what I'm saying?

Man you see all that shit?

- Yeah.

- Man it was tight.

- Shit crazy, man.

- That's what I'm talking about.

New drop top, nigga.

- Drop nigga, new crib.

- Oh what up though, C.

You all right?

- What up C?

Motherfucker, don't

give me no [mumbles].

- Get the fuck in here.

Shut the fuck up.

- Have a fucking seat, man.

Look at this old

ass nigga over here.

- Get the fuck up and shut up.

- Get the fuck over here, man.

Where the fuck was

y'all at earlier?

Huh?

Where the fuck was

y'all at earlier?

- What the fuck, C?

Man we out to ride out

to west Bloomfield.

- Bloomfield?

What the fuck is in Bloomfield?

Huh?

- AJ said--

- Who said?

Who said?

- AJ.

- Nigga, I told a nigga

to go to Bloomfield.

Nigga, that's my crew.

- Hey yo, get these hoe

ass niggas out here.

Me and you got to talk.

- Man what the fuck is this man?

- Me and you got to talk.

Listen man, do you realize

what happened tonight?

We got ambushed.

Rio almost got killed.

- Dog, I got my

own shit to handle.

Something had to be dealt with.

- Something had

to be dealt with?

Do you realize what the

fuck you saying right now?

- Look, like I said, man,

something had to be dealt

with in Bloomfield.

- Yeah, okay?

Listen man, I brought your

motherfucking ass in this game

and I'll take you out, nigga.

Get the fuck out my office, now.

- Its like that?

- Get the fuck out!

[somber tense hip hop]

- Yo, C, I wasn't going

to say nothing, man.

But we got to take

that nigga out.

How long you think its gonna be

before niggas in the

street start hearing

about all the motherfucking

disrespect that nigga give us?

- Hey yo, man, let me

worry about that shit, man.

- Man, you the one who gave

him all the motherfucking pull.

Now he about to ruin the

whole damn goddamn operation.

- You jealous motherfucker,

you acting like you want

that to be you or something.

- Man I aint never

disrespected you.

- At least the nigga got heart.

That's what got him

where he at now.

- Heart?

Man I can't believe

this bullshit.

- Motherfucker.

- You killed my nigga

for what?

- Nigga, I run this shit, man.

I aint gonna kill

my blood over this.

I'ma teach him a lesson, man.

Call Jabbar, tell him

this shit is on, man.

[low tense hip hop]

[soft dramatic music]

- Yo Jack, who was that man?

Who the fuck is that?

Man what the fuck

you doing here?

- Motherfucker, who the

fuck you talking to?

New plan, Caesar orders.

I'm riding in on this on.

D, you ride shotgun.

- Man, he aint said

shit to me about that.

- Look motherfucker, soldiers

on a need to know basis.

What's the motherfucking plan?

- Man, look.

AJ been shaking up at Portia's

for the last couple of days.

We had the place

under surveillance.

They normally stumble in the

club around three o'clock.

We'll be waiting inside.

We'll fuck they ass up

real good but that's it.

Caesar wants his ass alive.

We'll trash the place,

make it look like a robbery

gone bad and then we bounce.

[tense rap music]

- Come on, so I can trick

your ass out tonight.

- Its on tonight.

[screams]

- Motherfucker, don't move.

- Man what the

fuck is this, man?

Hey nigga, do you know

who the fuck I am?

- Shut up, bitch.

- Hey don't.

[shouts]

- Get the fuck in here.

[grunting]

Bitch get off me.

[gunshot]

- Motherfucker, you

done lost your mind.

- What the fuck wrong with you?

- We weren't supposed

to kill nobody.

[gunshot]

- Get the motherfucking jewelry.

[grunting]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Shit.

- Hey, yo I wasn't

supposed to make it through

that night, was I?

- It took us seven

hours of surgery

to remove that bullet

from your abdomen.

- What does that mean now?

- Well it means that if

there are no complications

from the surgery, we can

expect a full recovery.

- Excuse me no, a coma, with

little chance of recovery.

- Excuse me?

- That's what I

need you to report.

Look, this man is under

protective custody.

He's gonna be moved as

soon as his condition

is stabilized.

Can I talk to you outside

for just a second?

Please.

[TV in background]

- [TV] Good morning,

this is Rochelle Mann

for Channel Six News.

We have a developing story

from northwest Detroit

where three unidentified

African American males

and one African American

female were shot

during the early morning hours

in what is being called

a grisly home invasion.

Hospital officials report

that one of the victims

is in a coma with little

to no chance of recovery.

Detroit police do not have

any suspects in custody

at this time but do

believe that the shooting

was a drug related

robbery gone bad.

We will bring you the full story

as well as the condition

of the victims live

today at 12 noon.

- Baby don't you want

to get dressed at least?

- Not right now, baby.

Can a nigga get a

little time to himself?

Close the door behind you.

- Oh you want me

to close your door?

- Yeah.

- I'll close your door.

- Thank you.

[sobbing]

- Everything gonna be all right.

It gonna be all right, ma.

Everything gonna be all right.

- Hey, could you use some help?

- Man y'all tripping.

I can walk.

- Oh really?

Then we're making progress.

Thanks, I'll take it from here.

- Man.

I thought I was dreaming

or hallucinating.

That was you earlier, huh?

- Yeah.

Now its time to get

you up out of here.

You ready?

- Up out of here?

Where we going?

- A safe place where

you can recover.

- What's the catch?

- Look we have a

long ride up there.

We can talk about

this on the way, AJ.

- Can I have a minute

to think about it?

- Okay, you have 20 minutes.

Make up your mind.

I'll be in the cafeteria.

- All right.

- Was it worth it?

This is it, Alvin.

This is your opportunity to

start on a new direction.

- A new direction?

What by being a punk?

- No by doing something

positive with your life.

- Ma, you don't understand.

Look I love the streets.

I love the respect I get

when I walk in the clubs

or when I pull up in my new car.

My people envy me

- Do they envy you now, all

shot up laying in the hospital?

What's wrong with you?

You have to make

a decision, Alvin.

If you go back to the streets,

I'm not going to

support you anymore.

[birds chirping]

- Are you sure you're ready

to try some of my cooking?

- Hell yeah.

Shit I'm tired of being

fed through a straw.

- All right, here it is.

- Nah, nah.

I'ma eat it in there.

Hold on.

[groaning]

fuck it, man.

- What's wrong, are you okay?

- Yeah I'm cool.

Hand me some of them

weights over there.

Now you know I'm gonna need

more weights than that.

- Don't you think you're trying

a little too much too fast?

- Tommie, just hand

me the weights.

- Okay.

Okay, AJ, wait stop.

Look, I'm not gonna let

you kill yourself, okay?

I'm not gonna stand here

and watch you kill yourself.

You got to take things slow.

I'm going to bed.

[somber reflective music]

- You know the

industry territory?

- Yeah.

- That's you now.

You have 10 soldiers

reporting to you.

All you got to do is supply and

collect, collect, collect...

You got to do what

they can't do,

what they aint got

the heart to do.

- Nigga, I did what you

aint had the heart to do,

motherfucker, motherfucker...

- That aint heart,

killing niggas we love.

- I brought your

motherfucking ass in this game

and I'll take you out, nigga.

Get the fuck out my office, man.

- Its like that?

- Get the fuck out,

fuck out, fuck out...

[somber reflective music]

- Talking about some hoes.

Niggas can't use no cell

phones in the wilderness

and shit, motherfuckers got

to run out to the outhouse

and use cans with

the strings and shit

to talk to the motherfucker.

- Get this blunt

rolled up real quick.

- Where your hoe man?

What time we at man?

What time does business

come in here and strip?

[laughing]

- Shit.

Damn, that was really funny.

- Fake ass pimp

with no hoes, nigga.

- Hey but on the real,

word in the streets,

your ass is dead, nigga.

- Oh yeah?

- For real.

- Yeah look, I'ma be ready

to make moves real soon.

- Oh fo sho?

- Fo sho, my nigga.

Its time.

Its time to take over

the whole operation

but I need y'all to do a couple

things with me first, aight?

- Slay me, my nigga.

- I need y'all to pledge

y'all loyalty back to Caesar.

- You're tripping.

- No listen, listen.

He'll put you back on

because my soldiers

will follow you.

Understand, y'all

gonna be followed

so y'all got to do all

that necessary shit

to prove you're down.

You feel me?

And once they loosen

up, once y'all back in,

I need y'all to find

out everything y'all can

about the operation,

especially that nigga Rio.

Can you handle that?

- That's a done deal, baby.

Got you, got you.

- Roll up.

- AJ?

- Yeah.

- I know you're not

going back, are you?

I wish you could be

here for me, Alvin.

- I got to go, Tommie.

- When am I testifying?

- What I'm supposed to do?

Lay my life on the witness

protection program?

For real?

I didn't get no degree

at Michigan State.

I got my degree on the streets.

All I know how to be

is a street nigga.

- Can't you forget

about the money?

- Its not about

the money, Tommie.

- What is it about?

- Its about the respect

I get on the streets.

Its about the look in

people's eye when I pull up

and drop like two

Gs without blinking.

Niggas envy me.

- Envy?

- Yeah that's right, envy.

- They won't envy your

ass when you're dead.

Or locked up.

- Hey.

- What's up, baby?

- How you feel?

- Aight.

- Sure?

Maybe you should see him.

- What?

- Go see your cousin, Caesar.

- You're right, I

should go see him.

- You know you didn't mean

for it to go down like this.

What's wrong with

going to see him?

- You trying to gas me up.

- Well?

- I'll go see him.

Say how you doing.

- You promise?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

[people chattering]

- Hi, how you folks

doing tonight?

Would you like anything

else with your entrees?

Well just call me if

you need anything.

- Hey yo, C.

I need to holler at you, man.

- State your business.

- Look, C.

I'ma cut to the chase, man.

Since that nigga AJ

been up out of here

shits been real fucked up.

Niggas are starving.

Niggas need some work, man.

- Dog, yo look at this

shit, look at this shit.

- Oh shit.

Hell no.

- Look at this shit right here

Niggas try to eat like

a motherfucker do.

- Hell no.

- This shit wild.

- Right in front of the nigga.

- Damn.

- I feel sorry for

niggas like that, man.

- What?

- They got nobody to

look out for em and shit.

- Man you fooling, nigga.

You hear this nigga, man?

Wasn't saying that shit earlier

when you had your foot

up that crack head ass.

- Oh yeah, don't get it twisted.

You know if a nigga

gets out of line,

you know, we got to

straighten his ass out.

Straight up.

You know what I'm saying?

- Fo sho, you know we do, nigga.

- So all these niggas missing

is a little bit of leadership.

I'm that nigga to give it to em.

- Why are you looking like that?

- No reason.

I just thought your

son took care of you.

- Don't come around here

acting all high and mighty

and shit just because I

ask you for some money.

Your son is selling rocks

like the rest of em.

- Alvin learned his lesson.

- You don't know?

You don't know, do you?

AJ's back in business.

That's right.

All those years you

spent telling me

if it was my son, I'd

do this, or I'd do that.

Well?

Now you can put your

money where your mouth is.

- You know what, I'm

tired of this bullshit.

- Get the fuck on then.

- Hey?

Hey, homie.

This it right here

and them shoes up there

that I got, aight?

Chop chop, though,

homie don't got all day.

I got shit I got to do.

For real.

What up, though.

No this AJ.

Oh I went on a

little vacation, man.

I had to clear my mind and shit.

No, no everything is cool, man.

No I'm back in business.

Everything is straight.

We still straight

though, cause I'ma need

that shit real soon.

All right.

That's what I'm talking about.

I'ma hit you up a

little later then.

All right.

Oh no, not that shirt.

That hustler gear shirt.

Yeah man, that one.

♪ Yeah

♪ All my niggas on some

getting dope shit ♪

♪ When they feds is near

♪ They like oh

♪ When they start

questioning me ♪

♪ I don't know shit

♪ Cause I aint got

time to snitch ♪

♪ Now you want to hit me up

♪ And throw fit

♪ Cause I aint giving up info

♪ You got nothing on me

♪ Talk to my lawyer

♪ He's like a hungry pit bull

♪ And he will destroy you

♪ I promise you

♪ I play the game of

life with caution ♪

♪ I'm trying to live a mark

♪ Before I leave in a coffin

♪ To often too many niggas

♪ Pointing and talking

♪ So I stop flossing

♪ When a cop two

rides off an auction ♪

♪ One of them windows tinted

♪ So when I shoot moves

♪ Its hard to tell who's in it

♪ You may see

♪ Two badass freaks

♪ One of them driving

♪ One in the passenger seat

♪ Pulling

♪ Snatching my heat

- What up, though?

- Damn, boy.

I thought you was dead.

What you doing in the spot?

- Checking up on

business, you know.

- That's all?

Word is you had your own

little corner in the streets.

- Nah, that was then.

- Long as Caesar take

care of all us right?

- Don't you mean Rio?

- Yeah, he running round here

like he got that big head

like he running shit,

you know what I'm saying?

Like he running the blocks,

you know what I'm saying?

- Yeah that's

right, that's right.

- Fo sho.

- Well look, just watch

your back in the streets.

All right?

- all right man, good looking.

- Cause you know that

nigga Rio a snake?

- All right, fo sho.

- So keep your eyes

open, little homie.

- All right man.

- all right man.

- Shit I wish this

nigga hurry up, man.

Get this shit over with, dog.

I got to piss.

- That nigga be here,

dog, hold it down.

- What the fuck is this, man?

Is that the nigga right there?

- Yeah, dog, that's that nigga.

- Oh yeah, hell yeah.

- Yeah, that's real right there.

- Word.

- All right dog,

real smooth, dog.

Get in there quick and quiet.

Hit every motherfucker in there,

get the money and

get the fuck out,

you know what I'm saying?

- Fo sho.

- Dog, don't forget that money.

I got Rio.

- Dog, I got you, nigga.

- You ready to roll, dog?

Make sure that motherfucking

silencer on tight, baby.

Y'all ready to do this?

- Let's do this shit.

[tense hip hop music]

[gunfire]

- Playboy, what up?

Everything well?

- Shit nigga, we

got hit tonight.

- Come on, man.

- Somebody set us up.

- Set up like what?

What you talking about?

- Look, I got to the

location about an hour late.

I was flying down the

lights, hit a pot hole

and tore the Benz up.

- The Benz is fucking up now?

Pot holes is

fucking the Benz up?

Come on, man, that's 10

million dollars, man.

Tell me something.

- Police was everywhere,

niggas was stretched.

- How I know you aint got

nothing to do with this?

- Fuck you talking about I

got something to do with?

- Man, that's 10

million dollars, man.

- You think I'd be here at

your motherfucking house

at three o'clock in the morning

if I had something

to do with it?

- I don't know what to

fucking think right now, man.

- Nigga, that's our money.

Think about it.

Who the fuck knew our operation?

Who know how we move?

- You know what, know what?

Its too fucking late

to be fucking play

the guessing game, man.

Who the fuck you think?

- Nigga, I think AJ did it.

- What my little cuz AJ?

- Yeah, your little cousin.

That's who the fuck

I think did it.

- So my little cousin now,

he robbing motherfuckers.

He's gonna rob from me?

- Nigga--

- I put food in his mouth.

He gonna take from me now?

- What you think he

won't take from you?

What you can't see that that

nigga want to be just like you?

You can't see that we've

been raising that nigga

since he was little?

You don't think he want to

be the motherfucking man?

- I can't see shit no more.

You know what?

I'ma call him.

If shit aint happening,

somebody getting hurt.

Hey yo, AJ, what up, man?

Hey yo, you spoke to Rio lately?

Aight, aight.

Hey yo, call me right back, man.

Yeah, on the landline.

[phone rings]

AJ, what up?

Listen man.

What the fuck you heard in

the streets lately, man?

Be straight up.

You know this

motherfucker disappeared.

Aint nobody heard shit.

Shipment is gone, package

is gone, everything.

What?

He walked away with

10 million cash.

100 million worth of dope.

That's your motherfucking

explanation, nigga.

Okay, first things first.

I got to replace

the shipment man

or niggas going to

war in the streets.

I'll have motherfucking

sniffing fly

before I shut my spot down

and after that, man we got to

lay this fucking cat down, man

okay, that's a lot of shit.

You sure you gonna

be down with that?

That's good, that's good.

So you get on top of that and

you holler back at me, aight?

One.

[tense hip hop]

[doorbell rings]

- What the hell you doing here?

- You not going

to even let me in?

I didn't even know you

were back in Detroit.

- Why did you come over here?

- What you gonna do

now that you're back?

- Look, I don't have time

for this shit right now.

- Answer me, Alvin.

- I'm not about to

get into this, ma.

- You're working with

Charles again, aren't you?

How could you, Alvin?

After what happened?

After laying in the

hospital all those months.

You got so much potential.

Why you want to go

back to that life?

- Potential for what?

Mom, what kind of fucking

fairy tale you living in, huh?

Look, I wasn't not athlete.

I didn't get no academic

scholarship or whatever.

Look, I couldn't even

hold down a decent job.

So you tell me what kind

of fucking potential

you got for me, ma.

[phone rings]

For real.

- Have some.

- What's up, baby?

- I was at the Lexus

dealership today

and I test drove that

new little convertible.

It looked kind of cute on me.

- You know we got

to stop spending.

Got to chill out now.

[groans]

- What do you mean?

I thought things was

going good, baby?

- Maybe its time to get out.

You know?

I've been lucky for

a long time, baby.

- What you talking

bout, Charles?

Baby, you starting to scare me.

What's going on?

- Listen, I've been

hustling since I was nine.

Come a point in time the

hustling catch up to you.

You hear me?

I don't know.

All the shit that went

down with AJ and now Rio.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What happened with Rio?

- Listen, I got some

money tucked away for us.

- So how much money

we talking about?

- You know my style.

Enough to last us a lifetime.

But from here I'm

gonna let AJ take over.

I can't do this

shit no more, baby.

- You really think

you can walk away?

- I can do anything

I put my mind to.

Just one thing I

got to do tonight

and we'll be out of here.

- You're serious, aren't you?

- Like a heart attack, baby.

- I love you.

- Show me how much.

[soft sultry R&B]

- Hey, its Sharon.

I don't know what I'm

gonna do with Alvin.

He's working with Caesar again.

I don't, I can't

take this anymore.

You got to do something.

Look, I know they're

up to something.

I heard Alvin say him and

Caesar were gonna meet

at the warehouse

district tonight.

Mean some Jack somebody.

Tommie, I got a bad

feeling about this one.

I don't trust Caesar.

Please promise me, you

got to do something.

I don't want him to end up dead.

Please, promise me you

got to do something.

[sobbing]

thanks, Tommie.

- Agent A11920092.

Yes, can you connect me

with William Casey, please?

- [Phone] Hello?

- Hi, Chief.

This is Tamia.

I have a bit of an emergency.

Can someone take my shift.

- [Phone] Look, things

are bad right now, Tamia.

We got a major bust

going down in two hours.

All of our standby

personnel have been assigned

to flight detail.

We're gonna get

him tonight, Tamia.

- Get who?

- [Phone] Caesar and

the rest of his crew.

We got a sleeper agent on

the case for a couple years.

He's name is Jack Kelley.

We arranged to have

Caesar buy a shipment

of cocaine from him tonight.

- Jack.

- Hello?

Tamia.

- Chief, why wasn't I

informed about this?

I have been working this

case for at least a year.

- [Phone] Don't get excited.

You got to take it

up with the director.

He's got a lid on this one.

I just found out about it at

the beginning of this week.

Anyway, I need you

to hold your position

until things cool down.

Can you do that for me?

- Yes, sir.

- [Phone] Thank you.

- Damn it.

Damn it, AJ!

What am I gonna do now?

- I'm gonna take

care of that business

I was telling you about.

- Okay.

- I'm out of here, baby.

[tense dramatic music]

Watch your step, man.

[tense dramatic music]

You aight?

- Yeah, yeah.

So you ready to do this?

- Yo, what's up with your man?

How y'all connect?

- Oh Dirty Red hooked

me up with him.

Yeah he got some good shit, too

and its a whole lot cheaper.

- That's good.

I'm getting Rio to

come down to the spot

so he can check homie out.

- When you talk to Rio?

- This morning, man.

Somebody hit his car.

Came here going crazy.

But yeah, he be there.

- All right, word.

Hey, can I use your

bathroom real quick?

- Yeah, nigga.

You know where the bathroom at.

You acting funny for, man?

[tense dramatic music]

[upbeat tense hip hop]

- You ready to do this?

- Fo sho, fo sho, fo sho.

- Where your man at?

- Shit, he should be here, man.

[upbeat tense hip hop]

- All right, so you

ready to do this?

- Yo, man.

I hope this motherfucker

is reliable, man.

You know you got to start

minimizing your risks.

- What you mean you?

Don't you mean we?

- I mean man, this

is my last deal.

I aint gonna lie.

- Huh?

- I'm turning the whole

operation over to you, man.

Leaving it all to you.

You do what you want.

- You're giving it to me?

- This him?

- Yeah, this him.

That's him right here.

- Glad you guys could make it.

- Fo sho.

You all right, homie?

- Yeah, you?

- Fo sho, how you doing?

- This Caesar?

- No, no, no.

This my man Rio.

Rio, this is Jack.

- What's going on?

- Thought I was

expecting the big man.

- He'll be here in a minute.

- Oh I'm supposed

to be happy now?

- Yo, man, who else

get it this easy?

- You acting like

you giving this shit

to me on a silver platter.

I'm the one that took

this whole operation

to a whole nother level, homie.

- Smoke?

- No man, I aint

come here for that.

I came to handle business.

- Yo Shawn, why

your boy tripping?

I just want to meet the man.

- Who the fuck you calling boy?

- Hold on, Rio, damn chill out.

- Yo my man, is

he coming or not?

- Man I didn't I tell you

he'd be here in a minute?

- Think we better get in there.

- We're waiting on Caesar.

That's who we came for,

so let's just wait.

- And if it was easy, its

because I let it be easy.

- Nigga, you aint

make this happen.

I put this shit together, man.

- If I didn't, then why you

send them sucker ass niggas

to come kill me?

What, what you

aint think I know?

- Listen man, that shit

aint supposed to happen--

- Shit aint supposed to happen?

Then what was

supposed to happen?

You rape my girl and rob me.

- He's in trouble,

we got to go now.

- No man, be cool.

This guys going down.

- You know I enjoyed

our time we done spent

but time is money.

The fuck?

Yo, D, its a set up.

[gunfire]

- Go, lets go.

- Let's go, go!

[gunfire]

[shouting]

- Listen man, family is all

I got in this game, man.

- Family?

Come on, man.

Flex was family.

- Yo fuck Flex.

Man you blood, man

don't let this shit

go to your head, man.

- I made this!

[gunfire]

[men shouting]

[tense dramatic music]

[screams]

- No!

[sobs]

No!

- [Narrator] When people give

in to their sinful desires

they live in immoral ways.

Idolatry, jealousy,

lust, adultery,

fornication, arguing, [mumbles]

self ambition,

murderers, division

and envy.

I warned you.

As I did before.

That those who live like this

will not inherit at the

kingdom of the lord.

[tense low hip hop]

♪ This your boy young

♪ And I'm back

♪ Yeah

♪ You niggas

thought I was gone ♪

♪ Nigga

♪ I'm on some new shit nigga

♪ The swag is

definitely on, nigga ♪

♪ And I'm thinking about getting

this motherfucking money ♪

♪ You understand what

I'm talking about ♪

♪ Sitting in my living room

♪ Thinking about a record deal

♪ Plus I'm make it here

♪ I'm trying to step 100 here

♪ And I'm high rolling

♪ Off a couple blue x pills

♪ Watching television

♪ Got me thinking

like a superstar ♪

♪ Tired of sitting at the crib

♪ Go and buy another car

♪ If you looking for me

♪ You can probably

catch me at the bar ♪

♪ Throwing up some champagne

♪ Couple bitches on my arm

♪ Money getting niggas

♪ Know exactly what

I'm talking bout ♪

♪ Making money everyday

♪ We making money in the drive

♪ Flip a couple things

♪ Take the money to

the stash house ♪

♪ I know how to do it

♪ Have the money

and your ass out ♪

♪ From my motherfucking

paper route ♪

♪ Spend a little money

♪ Show you what to think about

♪ I stay in the hood

♪ There aint shit

to feel safe about ♪

♪ I know niggas in the pen

♪ And they aint

never getting out ♪

♪ Put my niggas

♪ This aint even

on the rap shit ♪

♪ Plus I'm down to

♪ I'm talking on

that trap shit ♪

♪ Hang around niggas

♪ You can get money

♪ And laugh with it

♪ Nothing better

than a real nigga ♪

♪ To count your cash

♪ What you talking bout

♪ Real niggas

♪ Know what I'm talking

♪ Real niggas know just

what I'm talking bout ♪

♪ Real niggas know just

what I'm talking bout ♪

♪ You aint talking money

♪ I don't know what

you talking bout ♪

♪ Get around 40 counts

♪ Bread everyday

♪ I keep my gun right by

♪ You don't really understand

♪ Mostly all been lied to

♪ That's why I keep my head

♪ Protecting what that ride do

♪ I will probably never

♪ Be the American idol

♪ My city got my back

♪ Like we just won a title

♪ We give a little right back

♪ My city I would die for

♪ My people losing money

♪ Like their pockets got lipo

♪ Yeah nigga always

on the realest shit ♪

♪ Bitches love me

♪ Cause I'm always

giving up a real ♪

♪ 72 Cadillac

♪ I'm cruising like

them other shit ♪

♪ Keep that 40 on me

♪ Just in case you

niggas want to trip ♪

♪ Let a few shots off

♪ To make an acrobatic flip

♪ I aint really in

♪ Go pack it up

♪ Red 98

♪ Imported my tomato whip

♪ If you don't understand life

♪ You don't understand shit

♪ Do it for my niggas

♪ This aint even

on the rap shit ♪

♪ Plus I'm down the city

♪ Yeah talking on

that trap shit ♪

♪ Hang around niggas

♪ You can get money

and laugh with it ♪

♪ Nothing better

than a real nigga ♪

♪ To count your cash

♪ What you talking bout

♪ Real niggas know just

what I'm talking bout ♪

♪ What you talking bout

♪ Real niggas know

just what I'm talking ♪

♪ What you talking bout

♪ Real niggas know just

what I'm talking bout ♪

♪ You aint talking money

♪ I don't know what

you talking bout ♪

♪ Sunday afternoon

I got a call ♪

♪ From the fucking plug

♪ He just want to

throw a couple birds ♪

♪ To a fucking thug

♪ Phone off the hook

♪ Niggas trying to get

some kind of drugs ♪

♪ If you get your ass in here

♪ You probably aint

gonna get no love ♪

♪ Smoking like a motherfucker

♪ Yeah that burnt the broccoli

♪ City man I'm winning

♪ So they're probably

aint no stopping me ♪

♪ You say that you getting

all this money nigga ♪

♪ Not to me

♪ You the type of nigga

♪ That I tell my people

♪ Flossing like a mother yeah

♪ I hold it down for my city

♪ Niggas want to kill young

♪ They better come and get me

♪ I'll stick to the g though

♪ Plus we suck a

couple titties ♪

♪ I'm just trying to feed fam

♪ Come up on a couple million

♪ All through my neighborhood

♪ I don't know my plug name

♪ Everybody call him

♪ I got what you need

♪ Whatever I got it plenty

♪ I said I got what you need

♪ Whatever I got plenty

♪ I tell my niggas this

aint even on the rap shit ♪

♪ Plus I'm down the city

♪ Yeah I'm talking

on that trap shit ♪

♪ Hang around niggas

♪ You can get money

and laugh with it ♪

♪ Nothing better

than a real nigga ♪

♪ To count your cash

♪ What you talking bout

♪ Real niggas know just

what I'm talking about ♪

♪ What you talking bout

♪ Real niggas know just

what I'm talking bout ♪

♪ What you talking bout

♪ Real niggas know just

what I'm talking bout ♪

♪ You aint talking money

♪ I don't know what

you're talking bout ♪

♪ Yeah

♪ I told you niggas

♪ You niggas thought

I wasn't coming back ♪

♪ You a motherfucking

fool nigga ♪

♪ Look what the

fuck I do nigga ♪

♪ You aint no g nigga

♪ Till you up on me nigga

♪ And that's real rap

♪ Fuck out of here

[tense rap music]

[tense rap music]

♪ Coming short on that icky

♪ Get you killed in my

♪ Thinking that its cool

♪ But its not in my

♪ Its real in my

♪ We pack steel in my

♪ Post up on the block

♪ Moving work in my

♪ [Tense rap music]

♪ Got a bad rap on TV

♪ Best believe me

♪ You can get shot

for knowing me ♪

♪ The only place

that I'd rather be ♪

♪ Detroit murder

♪ Area code 313

♪ My city

♪ Home of the 45

♪ Young ceiling

♪ Where outsiders die

♪ [Tense rap music]

♪ Home of the 45

♪ Young ceiling

♪ Place where outsiders die

♪ [Tense rap music]

♪ I'm from that

land in the jungle ♪

♪ Where them lions

and them tigers roar ♪

♪ Known for them gators

♪ And them diamonds and the 24

♪ Eight miles going down

♪ Seven mile 2020

♪ Six mile BA

♪ Real niggas running

♪ [Tense rap music]

♪ Riding on the east side

♪ You bound see

them cheddar boys ♪

♪ You want to fuck

their bread nigga ♪

♪ Look for them street lords

♪ When it comes to rap

♪ And you know we

got that lock to it ♪

♪ Trick trick