Black Mafia Family (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Episode #2.1 - full transcript
After tonight,
everybody gonna know
who the 50 Boyz are.
Do you brothers ever do
some, like, family shit, like hug?
Man, shut the fuck up.
I see y'all over
here holding it down.
If you're ever over in
the Brewsters, get at K-9.
These are the biggest
earners in my stable.
Nice to meet y'all, man.
That's my wife, Markisha.
Well, we can't say how well his
eye is going to heal right now.
If my son is seeing
anything other than 20/20
when this is done, you're
looking at a lawsuit.
Hey, old head, why the
sudden change of heart?
A'ight, I want the
king of these streets
to actually come from Ecorse.
You want us to fall back
while old school work his magic?
Look, we need to talk about
this motherfucker Lamar
right now.
Here I go, nigga.
Get to stepping, nigga.
Nigga, fuck you,
charcoal-ass nigga.
Ruffle his feathers.
Nothing else.
I ain't shoot him, man.
I didn't do it, man...
What the fuck you do that for?
I did something you wouldn't.
Jay-Mo was dragged out
the Detroit River today
with a bullet in his head.
I got a little extra for you
for your inconvenience.
This here? Also done.
Detective Lopez sustained
a massive brain hemorrhage
from head trauma.
I'm sorry. He didn't make it.
If you'd like to
help, then help.
I don't know how your
partner got killed.
Give your mom my condolences.
Want to
tell me why I just saw
Lamar's crazy ass
leaving my house?
I've been working for Lamar.
If Terry keeps doing what he's
doing, he's gonna end up dead.
And right now, you
are enabling him.
I need you to stop.
- Yo, where you going?
- Terry Jr. and I
are gonna go live with my cousin
in Pennsylvania
for a few months.
Our business is expanding,
but we need more product.
I don't do business
with you, Meech.
Back, motherfucker.
You think we
actually give a fuck
about a rat bitch
working for you?
Did you shoot my
fuckin' brother?
I love you.
I love you too, boo.
Pulled
that from your car.
Our ballistics
connected your gun
to the murders of Katherine Eder
and James Williams.
I want Meech, or I'ma make sure
that you eat both these charges.
After fees, you'll be in the
neighborhood of $150,000.
I'm out.
Me and Pops are
starting a car service.
After everything we've
been through to get here?
You're doing this now?
What happened to "womb
to the tomb," nigga?
♪ See, I
heard it all before ♪
♪ All of your lies All
of your sweet talk ♪
♪ Baby this, baby that ♪
♪ But your lies
Ain't working now ♪
The feds
already scooped Meech,
and they're not releasing him.
Then they tried to
okie-doke me at the telly,
but we skated and came here.
But-but I had to come
back and get this loot.
Yeah. No, no, no.
It's all good,
'cause O about to bounce us
to the airport right now.
Come on, Tee.
We starving over here.
♪ I believed
in you Yes, I did ♪
A'ight, bet.
Uh, I'll be out in a sec.
♪ But your
lies Ain't workin' now ♪
All right, babe,
look. I gotta go.
I'll see you at the border.
Yeah, okay.
Love you too. Bye.
♪ I had
to shut you down ♪
♪ What were you thinking ♪
♪ Bringing her
Into our home? ♪
♪ In our bed... ♪
Hey, y'all come eat.
Boyardee done laid it out.
Got shrimp, salad,
garlic mashed potatoes,
lamb chops, broccoli,
and asparagus.
Oh, hell no. Y'all can
have that last one.
Shit, I'm trying to
get my dick sucked.
I don't want no smelly piss.
Yeah, whatever, nigga. Look.
Hey, man, pass me
the potatoes, man.
I'm starving like
a motherfucker.
Hang on, Roost.
After tonight,
some of us might not see
each other for a while.
But I want all of y'all to
know we family no matter what.
Sometimes families
have falling outs.
I know that better than
anybody at this table.
This-this is different.
Everybody at this table
will forever be 2-6-3.
2-6-3!
Oh, damn!
- Freeze, motherfuckers!
- Damn, man.
Put your hands up
where I can see 'em!
We didn't even do shit.
Shut the fuck up.
Who winning the game?
Don't matter.
Your ass is always too
uncoordinated to play.
You just wasted 20
years chasing me.
And for what?
Your life's ruined, and
I'm a fuckin' legend.
Is that right, lefty?
Shut the fuck up.
Come on. Get up.
You know the deal.
The rest of y'all,
put your fuckin' hands up,
cross 'em, and put
'em on your head.
Who the fuck is
that Black bitch?
Come on. Your mama taught you
not to use language like that.
Yeah, and that Black
bitch is the one
that's gonna give you and your
brother that family reunion
you've been asking for.
And that gray sweat suit
is gonna bring out the
color in your good eye.
- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.
Enjoy jail, criminal.
Good work, man.
Goddamn right, it was.
Lock up!
Moms always said,
"Can't nobody ride to freedom
on a Pharaoh's chariot,"
which means you can't outrun
your past or the heat.
Meech knew that,
which is why he always
threw caution to the wind
and dollars in the air.
He got arrested first.
I always thought I was smarter.
And for the longest time, I was.
And then I wasn't.
Hey, make sure you
strap that shit on tight, man.
I ain't trying to get
stopped by one time.
Hurry the fuck up. Fight
starts in a halfie.
Got a lot of money on Hagler.
Man, fuck that
bald-headed motherfucker.
- Don't be rushing me for him.
- Why?
'Cause he beat Tommy Hearns,
the Motor City Cobra?
Hell no. I'm pressed for time,
and I need to get
this work back.
There's value to working
hard and playing hard.
Especially in this.
Yo, Earl, you know you talking
to one of the biggest
players in Detroit, right?
Then why you cutting
out one of the biggest events
the streets has to offer?
'Cause I'm 'bout
my paper, nigga.
Let me put you up on game.
That's Rayful Edmond
and the D.C. boys.
That's Freeway Rick
and his crew from LA.
Who them Bob Marley looking
motherfuckers over here?
That's Chris Coke
and the Jamaican posse.
Coming to the fights
ain't about boxing.
It's about flexing.
NBA All-Star Game,
Caribana, and Freaknik
are where the big boys come out.
There's where the
real business happens.
So while you worrying about
getting back to the D,
they out here running the world,
and we all come to show out.
If you ain't here,
you ain't made it yet.
So you gotta shine
like new money
in order to make
mo' money. Okay.
If you ever out in Atlanta
and you really want to talk,
give me a shout.
Everybody played
cops and robbers growing up.
But in the streets,
that shit ain't no game.
It's a motherfuckin' ethos.
We'd get slick with the work,
and one-time got slicker
with their tactics,
adding drug dogs
and shit to the mix.
If we didn't stay a step ahead,
we would have became
that bite out of crime
McGruff was always after.
One way to Detroit.
This
ain't no fairy tale
about good versus evil.
Out in the wild,
it's hunter and prey.
To survive, Meech
and I had to learn
to be the baddest beasts
in the fuckin' jungle.
Last
call to Detroit!
♪ I got
everything On the line ♪
♪ Out here I'm on the grind ♪
♪ Trying to get mine ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ A nigga move the weight ♪
♪ Trying to get the cake ♪
♪ I'm in and out of state ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪
♪ It go gram after gram ♪
♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ The D's
ain't that good ♪
♪ These niggas is ratting ♪
♪ They tell them
What's going on ♪
♪ That's how they know
What's happening ♪
♪ I'm riding With
the top down ♪
♪ Trunk full of yola ♪
♪ Ghetto pharmaceutical ♪
♪ I move that Coca-Cola ♪
♪ Thousand grams of pure ♪
♪ Though I fuck
With the weirdos ♪
♪ They snort away the pain ♪
♪ Bang their dope
In their vein ♪
♪ Shorty crying
Christmas ain't coming ♪
♪ Her pop's locked up ♪
♪ When it hurts the worst ♪
♪ Your ace find out
She knocked up ♪
♪ Welfare ain't an option ♪
♪ When the feds
Come knocking ♪
♪ It's all fucked
up So wish me luck ♪
♪ At least
You could wish me luck ♪
♪ A nigga move the weight ♪
♪ Trying to get the cake ♪
♪ I'm in and out of state ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪
♪ It go gram after gram ♪
♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Wish me luck ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, wish me luck ♪
♪ Wish me luck ♪
♪ All you got to do Is
wish me luck, yeah ♪
I'ma prove I'm
smarter than yo' ass.
Yeah, you should be.
You four fuckin' years older.
50 bones say I get a
higher score than you.
You need the
chauffeur's license,
not me, motherfucker.
You punkin' out
now? Ah, come on.
Told you no talking,
Mr. Flenory.
I'm-I'm sorry.
My pencil broke.
So I was asking if
he had another one.
Sorry, but I'm gonna have
to grade your test as-is.
Yo, come on. You-you
can't do that.
- I'm not done yet.
- That's not my problem.
Rules apply to
everyone, including you.
Oh my... Yeah,
that's some bullshit.
- Yo. Hey, yo...
- Fuck outta here.
- Lucille.
- Hey.
- Did you want it?
- You ate it already.
You don't never eat
the second donut.
That don't mean you
shouldn't ask me.
That should have been us.
Yeah.
You know, when me and Terry
get the sedan service up,
I'ma take you to
Carl's Chop House,
and I'ma sing to you every day.
After I get that console
I got put on layaway.
Oh, okay.
You give Nicole her lunch money?
Yeah, but that
still ain't enough.
I mean, she's spilling
out of all her bras.
She needs new clothes.
Can we please talk
about something else
besides the kids and money?
What you want to talk about?
Well, we better get on the
road before we both late.
What is up with that suit?
This ain't no damn
Prince video, nigga.
The fuck you talkin'
'bout? I look good.
Good morning. Our daily
recap is as follows.
The turf war between
50 Boyz and 12th Street
has escalated, resulting
in multiple murders,
including Detective
Jonathan Lopez.
Now, Bryant has
tracked down a lead
and found the murder weapon.
Care to do the honors?
All right. Uh,
forensics came back.
Prints lifted from this
belong to a Katherine Eder,
street name Kato,
known 50 Boyz slinger.
A mud print at the
scene also matched up
with a shoe at her
residence, so case closed.
So uh, Eder and
Silas were rivals,
and they were both gunned down?
Uh, yeah, outside
the Visger Bar.
The investigation
remains active.
Public place,
plenty of witnesses,
and nobody's talking.
Fucking typical.
Suspects were shot with
two different guns,
still out on the streets.
My manners.
This is Detective Veronica Jin
joining us from Southfield.
Today is her first day,
so let's give her
a warm welcome.
Your new partner, Bryant here,
can catch you up to speed.
Bodies will continue to drop
unless we get these
dealers off the streets.
Get to it. Let's go.
Uh, Commander, look here.
I don't want to babysit
some new detective
that came to Detroit to
get their street cred.
Jin's a hard charger vet who
comes highly recommended.
You want to sit on the
bench or get in the game?
I can't even see shit.
We might as well just bounce.
And go do what exactly?
Chauffer my 50
bones to the bank.
All right, you got a
higher score than me,
but I still passed, so
I don't give a fuck.
Oh, shit, man.
Damn! Ruin me, baby girl.
Ruin me.
Yo, watch out.
♪ To know you ♪
♪ Then I'd show you ♪
♪ Just how it would be ♪
♪ You with me ♪
♪ Let me hold you ♪
♪ Like I'm supposed to ♪
♪ Feel how it would be ♪
♪ You with me ♪
See Terry over there stargazing?
Yeah, all that
motherfucker gonna do is look.
That's Boom's wife.
Y'all still beefing?
Nah, but we need a new plug,
'cause he fucked
shit up with Big L,
stupid ass little nigga, man.
If he want to be a L-7,
just let him, a'ight?
I'm here to get this work
to K-9 and get shit popping.
Flat-out.
Run the ball, run the ball!
Whose shot? Whose shot?
Man, the Saint
always be off the hook.
Bro, this is Quinti.
She used to be in my auto
shop class last year.
- Beast.
- Hell nah.
She way too cute to be
getting dirty under the hood.
I do the electrical shit.
If you ever need new speakers,
come through my brother's shop.
Best auto installation in town.
Actually, matter of fact,
I think I'ma stop by,
'cause I started this car
service company with my pops.
- We need that.
- What up, doe?
- What up, doe?
- What, you still not speaking?
Man, I ain't got
shit to say to you.
Man, get the fuck on, man.
There he go on that bullshit.
Oh, shit.
♪ Ladies
in the house ♪
- ♪ Let me hear you say ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Ladies
in the house ♪
- ♪ Let me hear you say ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Name is G Miller
There's no one chiller ♪
Fuck him. I got to
go holla at old boy.
Good game, Coach.
To hell with
yo' cheating ass, man.
Paid off the refs to
swallow their damn whistles.
Aw, come on, Wink.
You better than that.
Run me that 20 stacks
we bet, we good.
Nigga, I ain't paying you shit.
Get the fuck out of my face.
Let's go!
Get in the fuckin' car!
♪ Patty
cake, patty cake ♪
♪ Baker's man ♪
♪ Bake me a cake As
fast as you can ♪
♪ Roll 'em and roll 'em
And throw 'em in the pan ♪
Is that how it goes?
No. No.
What you been feeding
him? He got so big.
Well, girl, a little
bit of everything.
When'd you get back?
Uh, this morning.
Hey, little man.
Oh, my God. Daddy
missed you. Come here.
Oh. Oh.
You pass that driving test?
Come on, Pop. What kind
of question is that?
All right, we
can get that second car,
start making more
money for the business,
and I can take your mama
to Carl's Chop House
for that good eatin'.
Congratulations, Tee.
Oh. I... I think
he pooped himself.
- Uh-oh.
- Here, I got him.
No, no, you-you good.
You've been taking care
of him long enough.
You know what? Why don't
we have Sunday dinner
to celebrate Terry getting
his driver's license
and the whole family
being together.
Have you talked to your brother?
Nah. I ain't... I
ain't seen him yet.
- Let's get you changed.
- Just be patient.
What kind of oriental is you?
What kind of Black are you?
Look, if anybody should have
a stick up their ass, it's me.
Nobody wants to
replace the dead guy.
Why'd you leave Southfield?
I got promoted.
Everybody says it was
affirmative action.
Good old buddy fuck cop culture.
Well, if you think
Downriver is any different,
I got a beachfront property
in Idaho to sell you.
I got sick of the 'burbs.
I miss the smell of the streets
and the spirit of the D.
Well, if you grew up in this
raggedy ass motherfucker,
then you already know.
Yeah, but it wasn't
always like this.
You know, my sister and I,
we used to ride our bikes
all over the place when
Chinatown was still around.
And then they
started displacing us
to Cass Corridor,
ruining everything in
typical Detroit fashion.
You know, you
could just bulk up.
Eat a few more biscuits.
You could eat a few less.
You got jokes. That's good.
You good?
Yeah. I'm gravy.
What, you got food
references for everything?
Hmm.
♪ More than a pastime ♪
Hey, you and me,
we are friends, eh?
With a long, um...
Partner.
Partner. Partnership.
That don't make me none.
Half the time, I can't
understand ya' ass.
And the other half, I'm nauseous
from the stank-ass
cologne you wear.
I don't understand.
I save your life
and this my thanks?
You disrespecting me?
Yo, Rayzin, get this Colombian
cocksucker out my face
'fore I go the fuck off.
Vámonos, Sina. Adiós.
Keep your nose clean, pendejo.
Baby, you really
shouldn't be so mean.
Fuck Sina.
Feeling the music, Meech?
No doubt. It's soulful.
Babe, didn't Jackie
Wilson get his start here?
Yeah, and Berry Gordy
used to sell Polaroids
of all the guests up here
before he started Motown.
- Hell yeah.
- Let's talk shop.
My brother said you and
Tee move shit faster
- than anybody in D.
- Hell yeah.
We used to play hot
potatoes growing up.
So we just applied it
to the game as well.
By the time 5-0 hear
we got some work,
man, we already be cashing out.
Oh.
I ain't get caught
in Vegas either.
Except you're late.
There were drug
dogs at the airport,
so I had to improvise
and think on the fly.
But I may have found a more
efficient way to transport.
And I wear size 12
in Guccis, nigga.
Look, K-9, I'm the buyer.
You the seller.
I got the weight.
You got the money.
All right, what up?
You think I need
your scrawny ass
or this bitch-ass
load you just hauled?
Look, K-9, I'm not trying
to disrespect you, a'ight?
You're one of the
only cats in the D
with a steady supply
from a Colombian connect.
I did what you asked,
and you know who I am.
So what's crackin'?
It's more to this than
dollars and cents, Meech.
The people who get
ahead in this game
do it off the bonds they make.
And that's built off
honesty and loyalty.
Shit you can't see,
smell, or touch.
You just gotta feel it.
There's a pretty
lady here to see you.
- Good lookin', Unc.
- What's up, K-9?
- You good?
- Yeah.
Nothin' like listenin' to
the blues, so I guess I am.
You know Peaches.
That's Meech. That's Big L.
We already know each other.
He's a great salesman.
I just wasn't sold.
Anyway, it's nice seeing you.
Maybe next time we
won't take this long.
If she don't fuck with
you, then why should I?
Man, that bitch was
threatened by flash
and didn't get that my glow
makes everybody shine brighter.
Maybe I'll be in touch.
Maybe I won't.
Let's go, baby.
Baby, it's 3:00 in the morning.
Yeah.
I want you round
the clock, woman.
Okay. Not tonight, okay, babe?
Come on now.
Baby, please.
I have to be up in three hours.
We ain't been together
in over three weeks.
God...
Let's go to sleep.
I'll get you another time, okay?
That don't look
like oatmeal to me.
Well, no, but it is a Pop-Tart
and peanut butter sandwich,
and it does cover all the
basic four food groups.
Well, since I bought
it, I'ma eat it too.
Okay.
Let's try this.
Oh, God. Much better.
Go and make that
oatmeal like I said.
Worth a shot.
Hold up.
So busy making this
nasty Pop-Tart sandwich,
you buttoned your
shirt up wrong.
Let me get that.
Kevin, what is this?
Well, that's uh, Bruiser,
the superhero I created.
He's like a mix of Superman
and the Brown Hornet
rolled all into one.
Ill, right?
That's
really impressive,
but son,
I-I don't think this is
appropriate for high school.
Come on, Dad.
Even Mom wouldn't be
stressing me out this much.
Well, your mom's not
in charge anymore.
I am.
She gave up that right
in court, remember?
Okay. Okay, fine.
But can I just please
wear it as an undershirt?
- I-I really need it.
- Why?
That kid still
bothering you in school?
Well, I mean...
Okay. You can wear it.
But you don't have to
pretend to be a superhero.
Your dad is the toughest
dude in the city,
which means that you
have that in your blood.
So if we connect your
brains with our blood line,
you don't have to be
afraid of anything.
You understand?
Good.
I love you, son.
Love you, too, Dad.
Okay.
Now go and make that
oatmeal like I said.
Have to bulk you
up a little bit.
♪ Since the day I was born ♪
♪ I was raised By
the street code ♪
♪ Got to play the game,
boy Ain't no cheat code ♪
♪ When it's time to
eat We go feast mode ♪
♪ But when it's time for... ♪
Hey, DJ Can't Scratch.
Can you chill and just
let that shit ride out?
Man, smell these
balls, motherfucker.
Yo. Word of advice.
Cut that shit.
Man, what these bitch
ass niggas doing in here?
That's funny coming from a nigga
who could turn sideways in
the shower and not get wet.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
Well, fuck you, you Re-run
looking motherfucker.
- Oh, shit!
- Get him, nigga.
- Yeah!
- Yeah! Get him.
Whoa! Y'all niggas
better recognize.
Recognize what, motherfucker?
Fuck off me. Fuck
off me. Come on.
- Goddamn.
- Get his ass, D!
What the fuck?
Nigga, chill the fuck out, man.
Chill the fuck out!
Fuck is y'all in here doing,
man, tearing shit up, nigga?
Man, these niggas
came up in our spot.
'Cause I called 'em here, dummy.
Now, listen, I want all of
us to combine our resources
and make more money than we
ever fuckin' made before.
But if y'all niggas want to
keep sitting here arguing
and fighting like bitches,
y'all can get out.
So what's this grand
master plan of yours?
It's simple. Lamar is dead.
So now all we gotta do
is pool our resources.
With what? Lent, motherfucker?
'Cause word is you ain't
got no product and no plug.
Nigga, I'm giving you my
motherfuckin' word, nigga.
It's a lock on an
unlimited supply.
- The best shit ever.
- Then what's the holdup?
Meech ass always
selling Woolf tickets.
He better get his
ducks lined up,
or we ain't coming
back up here no more.
- I'ma see you, B-Mick.
- I'ma fuck you up.
Yeah, it's gonna be
a bullet next time,
you round motherfucker.
How the hell I'm supposed
to know what's going on
if you ain't never told me shit?
Nigga, we going after K-9,
the biggest fish in the pond.
We got to have our shit tight.
Welcome to Wendy's.
How can I help you?
Meechie.
I was having a bad day,
but I came by to see you
'cause I knew you was gonna
put a smile on my face.
That is so sweet.
How you been, Mama?
You know, complaining
would be blasphemy.
But, you know,
your sister is
just wearing me out
with that mouth of hers.
Well, Nikki ain't no
little girl no more.
I know.
You know, your brother just
got his chauffeur's license,
and we're gonna have dinner
on Sunday night to celebrate.
I want you there.
How you think Pops gonna
feel about that, Ma?
Yo, it's his house.
I just want to
respect him, Mama.
I didn't really
understand it back then,
but I damn sure do now.
Watch your mouth.
I'm sorry. Here.
Take this, Mama. Please.
I can't do that, Meech.
Here you go, baby.
Thank you.
I want to see you
on Sunday, okay?
- I'ma try to make it.
- Don't try. Be there.
- Love you.
- Love you more.
Of course. All right,
have a good day.
Sir, I can help you over here.
Hey. You remember me?
Uh, I saw you at
the Saint yesterday.
We also met at Cub Taboo...
It was a while back.
I used to be one of
Pat's top earners, Terry.
How can I help you, sir?
I need to be added
to the insurance
for my sedan business.
Oh. Okay.
So I just need you
to fill this out,
provide me with your
business tax ID-
Okay.
- And I'll get everything filed.
Long night, huh?
Nah, I just need the shades
to look at you, sunshine.
Just fill this form out
and get it back to me.
Was there anything else?
It's just real nice
to catch up with you.
Well, I work on commission,
so the longer I talk to you,
the less money I make.
- Next.
- A'ight, don't even trip.
I'ma-I'ma make sure
that I send a bunch
of customers your way.
All right, Terry.
Have a good day.
Just call me Tee.
I'm gonna call you
by your government.
All right. That works.
Whatever you want
to call me, just...
- Terry.
- You call me. Call me.
Hi, how are you?
Okay, let me see.
Perfect.
What you thinkin' 'bout?
Terry, Terry, look at me.
♪ Oh, sittin'
thinking 'bout ♪
♪ How lucky a man I am ♪
- You.
- Aw.
You happy me and
Terry Jr. are back?
Yeah. Hell yeah.
The sound of him sleeping
at night is everything.
You know I'm proud
of you, right, Tee?
For gettin' out the game and
putting your family first.
Meech ain't really
fuckin' with me, though.
Probably 'cause you took his bed
and made this ghetto-ass king.
It's better than my
big ass rolling around
in that little tight-ass twin.
Shit, you ain't never lie.
I was thinking, we should
start a college fund
for Terry Jr., move in,
just the three of us.
Yo, Wanda, you just took
our son and ran off.
Now you back with
all these plans?
I'ma need a minute.
So what, we starting over?
Yep.
Nikki and Mama's at Bible study,
so we starting over right now.
♪ I love it ♪
Hey. That's not yours.
For this not to be your car,
you sure like
putting stuff in it.
Somebody's starting to
feel real comfy on the job.
My family believes in
the power of Buddha,
and that charm is for
good luck and prosperity.
Well, you got Buddha,
I got Jesus, and
Muslims got Allah.
It's all the same shit
when you get down to it.
You must be fun at parties.
Well, what do we have here?
Couple of 50 Boyz.
I got the tall, skinny one.
Sucka-ass cops.
Freeze right there, asshole.
My tooth!
This bitch hit me
with her fuckin' car!
I'm sorry. Were you
saying something?
Fucker almost ran into Buddha.
Ooh. Mm.
Just for the record,
you're way more fun
at parties than me.
Come on.
Fuck you!
I'll get all of this filed,
and I'll get back to you.
Thanks.
You were supposed to be
bringing me customers.
Hey, look, they
definitely comin',
but your orchid was
on its last leg,
so I figured I'd
get you a fresh one.
Oh, that's nice, but I can't...
See, orchids are high
maintenance and temperamental.
They gotta be
treated just right.
The beauty and joy they bring
outweighs the
upkeep and expense.
Ouch. Oh, okay.
Well um, at least
just water the old one
for photosynthesis and shit.
Photosynthesis is
about light, silly.
I know. I know.
I was just seeing if
you was listening.
- All right. Yeah.
- Bye, Terry.
Dink got fucked up moving the
money from the stash house.
What? Come on, man.
He ain't gonna talk.
That nigga ain't gonna talk.
But that green good as gone.
Fuck it, man. It's
just part of the game.
But how the hell we gonna
go cop from K-9 now?
I don't know.
Maybe we should think
outside of the box.
You know what's crazy?
That motherfucker spun
some shit to me other day
that really didn't
make sense until now.
The dope game ain't just
about dollars and cents
as much as relationships.
I gotta show that motherfucker
I'm somebody he
can't afford to lose.
What the hell you gonna do?
I'm just gonna be
me, like I always do.
Come on, we don't got
to do all that, bro.
♪ Chasin' paper ♪
♪ A pimp and I'm a player ♪
♪ And I'ma keep on hustlin' ♪
♪ Till ain't nobody greater ♪
Okay, okay, getting
money up in here.
♪ A pimp
and I'm a player ♪
♪ And I'ma keep on hustlin' ♪
♪ Till ain't nobody greater ♪
What's up, Q?
♪ Try to be humble ♪
♪ And swallow
this pride I got ♪
♪ Belt on my bubble ♪
♪ I hit every time I shot ♪
♪ We in the jungle ♪
♪ And snakes All
around these thots ♪
- What up, doe?
- Meech. Hope you're hungry.
My cook makes the best
steak in the city.
- Hell yeah.
- Still hot. Dig in.
What's the difference
between the best point guard
in the world and the tenth best?
Ball handling skills,
orchestrating offense,
probably leading the
team around him better.
Vision.
You have to see
the entire floor.
Look, I grew up
in the Brewsters.
And now I got homes in
Detroit, Cali, and Florida.
I run the one just like
Zeke, and I'm relentless.
See, I love that
'cause I got the same type
of will and audacity,
and my crew,
they loyal as fuck and
ready to suit up whenever.
Just this point, I'm running
go around without my brother.
He don't have the vision?
That nigga got a
different vision, man.
He want to finish school
and all that bullshit.
My brother was the same way.
Nigga thought he was
going to the league
until I got him to
shift focus on the real.
You and Tee remind me of us.
But winners are never late.
So you knew there'd be
drug dogs at the airport
and that I'd be late.
But I delivered, K-9, and
I'm gonna keep on delivering.
And if you give me a shot,
man, I promise we gonna grow.
When we done, you gonna
have enough to buy a house
in every fuckin'
state in the nation.
Don't cash a check
your ass can't cover.
Shit, your brother already
told us how we get down.
And you seen it firsthand.
So am I good for
ten bricks or what?
If you can do 10,
then you can do 20.
You got a problem
with that, hot potato?
Hell no.
Let's get it. I'm ready
to do it right now.
Good.
Fellas, gather around.
Got some gifts for you guys.
'Cause, Meech, the
only way to be the man
is to take care of the
people who take care of you.
Right, fellas?
I got one especially
for you, Meech.
Man, I don't even
know what to say, man.
Your word is your bond
out in these streets.
That's all we got.
So don't ever let
nobody disrespect that.
And if they do violate it,
you gotta make it your fuckin'
business to demonstrate.
Big L had a big fuckin' mouth,
so I took care of that for you.
Good lookin'.
Just know,
if you don't give
me my money on time,
I'm gonna kill you.
Then I'ma kill your brother
and them two Black-ass
motherfuckers
y'all was with at the Saint.
Finish your steak.
♪ Don't get caught
up In them streetlights ♪
♪ Don't get caught up
In them streetlights ♪
♪ Jumped off the
porch As a youth ♪
♪ Looking for the truth ♪
♪ Trouble is what I found
I was running wild ♪
♪ Streetlights on The
corner was calling me ♪
Man, look at my little brother.
I can't even lie.
I did not think you was
gonna see this car shit
all the way through.
Meech, what the hell you want?
I'm a paying customer.
Drive, motherfucker.
♪ Out there
In the street life ♪
Hey, so how much you make
today doing this shit, Tee?
Enough.
I'm guessing you picked
up four, maybe five rides
for about $10 a pop?
With a tip, that's probably
a grand total of 50 bones.
I'm making a honest
fuckin' living.
Oh, that's
an honest living.
But is that your dream
or is that Pops' dream?
- You know what?
- No, just listen.
Hear me out, hear
me out, straight up.
All right?
I finally got a steady supply
so we can start expanding
just like we talked about.
Nigga, we gonna set up
shop in other cities
and take over the
fuckin' nation.
I already told you. I'm out.
Tee, when is you
gonna quit wasting your time
with this car bullshit?
Can we go back to
what we do best?
Hustling?
I'm not talking about
no small-time bullshit
like when we did with Pat.
K-9 is getting the supply
from the Colombians.
Man, that's Pablo Escobar
and them motherfuckers, man.
K-9, the nigga
that killed someone
over a fuckin' basketball game?
What is he gonna do to
us if we fuck shit up?
We won't.
You and I ain't
never fuck nothin' up
when we work together.
We always come on top.
- It's the same thing here.
- Nah.
This is your stop
right here, though.
Oh, this my stop?
Yep. And get
the fuck out, Meech.
Keep the change.
Broke ass nigga.
He looks at me
all crazy, and I go,
"Didn't your mama teach you
that it's not polite to stare?"
Next thing I know,
an old Eartha Kitt
sounding voice yells out,
"I told him, but that
boy don't listen!"
Oh, my
goodness. That is a mess.
Hey, Miss Mabel.
Nicole, you need glasses?
I know you see Miss
Mabel sitting here.
- Hey, Miss Mabel.
- Hi, baby.
How you been doing?
- Fine. And you?
- Good, thank you.
Hey, grab that extra chair.
Meechie's coming for dinner.
What is that on your face?
Oh, it's just lip gloss.
Well, you're too
young to wear that.
Should be more worried
about Meech than me.
Excuse me?
I am so sick and tired
of you talking back.
Every time I say something,
you got something to say.
Now wipe that mess off
your face like I said.
Nicole, do like your mom says.
Please tell me we're not here
to see that snaggletooth perp
- I hit.
- Nah, but I did cover you
on the accusation he
made with Beckwith.
Did you pull that
Asian driver card?
Well, I just said he
ran into your car,
and you ain't had time to stop.
Oh, I guess I should
say thank you, partner.
Look...
losing Lopez changed me.
I wasn't as transparent about
things as I could have been.
I vowed not to make
that mistake again.
I'm still not following.
- Dr. Gaines.
- Detective Bryant.
I'm afraid there's
been no changes.
Patient's still in a
coma, and the vitals
are still touch and go.
Pupils are miotic.
G-C scale's non-responsive.
Making matters worse, we're
attaching a colostomy bag
for the foreseeable future.
Dr. Gaines, I need
this man alive.
We're
doing the best we can,
but I'm not sure
it'll be enough.
Lamar fucking Silas?
The crime board says
that Silas is deceased.
We're keeping him
under a false name
as a protective measure.
If he wakes up, we hope
he'll tell us who shot him.
Aw, baby.
Got me a flower.
Aw. Okay.
Come on, y'all.
Let's sit down here
for this dinner.
All right now, tell me, how
was the first day on the job?
Slow.
We need to strategize
on increasing our profit margin.
All right now, we can
talk about business later.
Come on, let's bless
this food so we can eat.
Nicole, you want to say grace?
I didn't know I was
allowed to talk.
- I'll pray.
- Okay.
Don't forget to
include your brother
in the blessing, please.
I thought Meech was coming.
Well, something
must have come up.
Mm-hm.
Thank You, Lord, for
this beautiful gift
that Mama prepared and for this
family and my brother Meech.
Please protect him, O Lord,
and watch over every single
person at this table.
We ask all these
things in Your name,
our Lord and Savior
Jesus Christ.
Amen.
- Amen.
- Hey.
Brother, you getting better
and better at these blessings.
- Mm-hmm.
- I thought he was about
to do a Pastor Swift
Thanksgiving prayer.
Listen up.
The 50 Boyz, dead.
12th Street, dead.
From now on, we BMF.
Black Mafia Family.
I just need to ask
all y'all a question.
Is you in or is you out?
Now look, for some of y'all,
this will be the
biggest decision
of your fuckin' lives.
We are about to turn BMF
into a global empire,
absorbing all the crews.
Everybody in here gonna
be shining like new money.
Everybody in here
gonna move as one.
Everybody in here gonna
have their own house,
own clothes, own cars, own hos.
I just need y'all with me.
So if you can't work with
the nigga across from you
or if you can't handle what
I'm saying, just bounce.
If you can't even be a
standup guy, get the fuck on.
We just got 20 keys
from the new plug.
Now if y'all in the mood
to have too much money
to count, stand up.
If y'all trying to set
up shop in Cleveland...
- Yeah.
- St. Louis...
- Yeah.
- Atlanta...
- Yeah.
- Miami...
- Yeah.
- LA...
Yeah!
Raise your glass
in the air right now.
We about to take over
the whole nation.
Pledge allegiance to
the Black Mafia Family!
To the Black Mafia Family!
Yeah!
I am so grateful that things
are working out
with you and Terry.
Well, leaving with Terry Jr.
Seemed to have done the trick.
Just like you said it would.
Look, a woman's instincts
are never wrong.
What the hell are
y'all talking about?
I know you not eavesdropping
on our conversation.
Ma, you planned this
whole thing with Wanda
to get me out of the game?
Look, we were just doing
what was best for you.
That's bullshit!
You trying to manipulate my life
just like everybody else.
Hey, hey, hey.
We already lost
control of Meech.
We ain't losing you to
these damn streets as well.
You knew about this too?
- Oh, my fuckin' God.
- Oh, no.
You not gonna use the Lord's
name in vain in my house.
I don't know who
the hell to trust
in this family anymore.
Damn!
- Bang on something else.
- Babe.
We've been brothers
for years, B.
I know killing
Kato fucked you up.
But you proved
your loyalty to me.
That's why I decided to
make you my right hand.
But that means I'ma lean on you
more than I ever did before.
Don't trip.
I got you.
Shit, I would have thought
that made you more happy.
Yeah. Yeah, I...
You know, I just gotta
check on my moms.
- How's she doing?
- She's alive,
which is good enough for me.
You come back from a lot of shit
as long as you don't
get no toe-tag.
Once they put that bitch
on you, it's a wrap.
Well, let me know if
she needs anything.
That's my moms too.
I love you, dawg.
100%.
Wolves
like to run in packs
'cause they're harder
to catch that way.
They call it the
Law of the Jungle.
But now Meech was running alone.
I'd accomplished most of
what I was after as well,
but I, too, was alone.
And so was B-Mickie.
Don't be stupid, nigga.
Now slowly take out your piece,
put it on the table there.
Come on now.
How the hell you
get in my house?
I'm po-po.
I can get in
anywhere at any time,
especially when a
motherfucker ducking me.
My moms ain't been feeling well.
And I've been the one
busy taking care of her.
And here I was thinking
that you was laid up
with some broad
until I found this.
Wow.
And I realized that
your ass is sprung.
But I-I guess, uh,
the-the pussy must not
have been that good.
First, you break into my shit.
Now you going through everything
after I already
gave you Kato's ass
for your partner's murder?
I want Meech.
Not some dead bitch
that you put to rest.
All I can tell you
is Terry's out.
And Meech is the one that's
running shit on his own.
You trying to game a gamer?
Nah.
I ain't got no
reason to lie to you.
Look here.
You better come with
something bigger next time,
'cause I still got
your other gun,
which means I can hang yo' ass
anytime on a double homicide
of Jay-Mo and your beloved Kato.
Anytime.
Once a wolf
gets separated from the pack,
the question becomes,
who's the hunter
and who's the prey?
Fuck.
♪ You can't hide ♪
♪ Gonna find you ♪
♪ And keep you happy ♪
♪ Ready or not, here I come ♪
♪ You can't hide ♪
♪ Gonna love you ♪
♪ And make you love me ♪
♪ You can't run away ♪
♪ From this love I got ♪
♪ Oh baby, hey, baby ♪
♪ 'Cause I got a lot, yeah ♪
♪ Anywhere you go ♪
♪ My poor heart's gotta know ♪
♪ Oh, baby, hey, baby ♪
♪ You can't hide
from my love Oh, no ♪
♪ Ready or not, here I come ♪
♪ You can't hide ♪
♪ Gonna find you ♪
♪ And keep you happy ♪
♪ Ready or not, here I come ♪
♪ You can't hide ♪
♪ Gonna love you ♪
♪ And make you love me ♪
♪ Anywhere you go ♪
♪ My poor heart got to know ♪
♪ Oh, baby, hey, baby ♪
everybody gonna know
who the 50 Boyz are.
Do you brothers ever do
some, like, family shit, like hug?
Man, shut the fuck up.
I see y'all over
here holding it down.
If you're ever over in
the Brewsters, get at K-9.
These are the biggest
earners in my stable.
Nice to meet y'all, man.
That's my wife, Markisha.
Well, we can't say how well his
eye is going to heal right now.
If my son is seeing
anything other than 20/20
when this is done, you're
looking at a lawsuit.
Hey, old head, why the
sudden change of heart?
A'ight, I want the
king of these streets
to actually come from Ecorse.
You want us to fall back
while old school work his magic?
Look, we need to talk about
this motherfucker Lamar
right now.
Here I go, nigga.
Get to stepping, nigga.
Nigga, fuck you,
charcoal-ass nigga.
Ruffle his feathers.
Nothing else.
I ain't shoot him, man.
I didn't do it, man...
What the fuck you do that for?
I did something you wouldn't.
Jay-Mo was dragged out
the Detroit River today
with a bullet in his head.
I got a little extra for you
for your inconvenience.
This here? Also done.
Detective Lopez sustained
a massive brain hemorrhage
from head trauma.
I'm sorry. He didn't make it.
If you'd like to
help, then help.
I don't know how your
partner got killed.
Give your mom my condolences.
Want to
tell me why I just saw
Lamar's crazy ass
leaving my house?
I've been working for Lamar.
If Terry keeps doing what he's
doing, he's gonna end up dead.
And right now, you
are enabling him.
I need you to stop.
- Yo, where you going?
- Terry Jr. and I
are gonna go live with my cousin
in Pennsylvania
for a few months.
Our business is expanding,
but we need more product.
I don't do business
with you, Meech.
Back, motherfucker.
You think we
actually give a fuck
about a rat bitch
working for you?
Did you shoot my
fuckin' brother?
I love you.
I love you too, boo.
Pulled
that from your car.
Our ballistics
connected your gun
to the murders of Katherine Eder
and James Williams.
I want Meech, or I'ma make sure
that you eat both these charges.
After fees, you'll be in the
neighborhood of $150,000.
I'm out.
Me and Pops are
starting a car service.
After everything we've
been through to get here?
You're doing this now?
What happened to "womb
to the tomb," nigga?
♪ See, I
heard it all before ♪
♪ All of your lies All
of your sweet talk ♪
♪ Baby this, baby that ♪
♪ But your lies
Ain't working now ♪
The feds
already scooped Meech,
and they're not releasing him.
Then they tried to
okie-doke me at the telly,
but we skated and came here.
But-but I had to come
back and get this loot.
Yeah. No, no, no.
It's all good,
'cause O about to bounce us
to the airport right now.
Come on, Tee.
We starving over here.
♪ I believed
in you Yes, I did ♪
A'ight, bet.
Uh, I'll be out in a sec.
♪ But your
lies Ain't workin' now ♪
All right, babe,
look. I gotta go.
I'll see you at the border.
Yeah, okay.
Love you too. Bye.
♪ I had
to shut you down ♪
♪ What were you thinking ♪
♪ Bringing her
Into our home? ♪
♪ In our bed... ♪
Hey, y'all come eat.
Boyardee done laid it out.
Got shrimp, salad,
garlic mashed potatoes,
lamb chops, broccoli,
and asparagus.
Oh, hell no. Y'all can
have that last one.
Shit, I'm trying to
get my dick sucked.
I don't want no smelly piss.
Yeah, whatever, nigga. Look.
Hey, man, pass me
the potatoes, man.
I'm starving like
a motherfucker.
Hang on, Roost.
After tonight,
some of us might not see
each other for a while.
But I want all of y'all to
know we family no matter what.
Sometimes families
have falling outs.
I know that better than
anybody at this table.
This-this is different.
Everybody at this table
will forever be 2-6-3.
2-6-3!
Oh, damn!
- Freeze, motherfuckers!
- Damn, man.
Put your hands up
where I can see 'em!
We didn't even do shit.
Shut the fuck up.
Who winning the game?
Don't matter.
Your ass is always too
uncoordinated to play.
You just wasted 20
years chasing me.
And for what?
Your life's ruined, and
I'm a fuckin' legend.
Is that right, lefty?
Shut the fuck up.
Come on. Get up.
You know the deal.
The rest of y'all,
put your fuckin' hands up,
cross 'em, and put
'em on your head.
Who the fuck is
that Black bitch?
Come on. Your mama taught you
not to use language like that.
Yeah, and that Black
bitch is the one
that's gonna give you and your
brother that family reunion
you've been asking for.
And that gray sweat suit
is gonna bring out the
color in your good eye.
- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.
Enjoy jail, criminal.
Good work, man.
Goddamn right, it was.
Lock up!
Moms always said,
"Can't nobody ride to freedom
on a Pharaoh's chariot,"
which means you can't outrun
your past or the heat.
Meech knew that,
which is why he always
threw caution to the wind
and dollars in the air.
He got arrested first.
I always thought I was smarter.
And for the longest time, I was.
And then I wasn't.
Hey, make sure you
strap that shit on tight, man.
I ain't trying to get
stopped by one time.
Hurry the fuck up. Fight
starts in a halfie.
Got a lot of money on Hagler.
Man, fuck that
bald-headed motherfucker.
- Don't be rushing me for him.
- Why?
'Cause he beat Tommy Hearns,
the Motor City Cobra?
Hell no. I'm pressed for time,
and I need to get
this work back.
There's value to working
hard and playing hard.
Especially in this.
Yo, Earl, you know you talking
to one of the biggest
players in Detroit, right?
Then why you cutting
out one of the biggest events
the streets has to offer?
'Cause I'm 'bout
my paper, nigga.
Let me put you up on game.
That's Rayful Edmond
and the D.C. boys.
That's Freeway Rick
and his crew from LA.
Who them Bob Marley looking
motherfuckers over here?
That's Chris Coke
and the Jamaican posse.
Coming to the fights
ain't about boxing.
It's about flexing.
NBA All-Star Game,
Caribana, and Freaknik
are where the big boys come out.
There's where the
real business happens.
So while you worrying about
getting back to the D,
they out here running the world,
and we all come to show out.
If you ain't here,
you ain't made it yet.
So you gotta shine
like new money
in order to make
mo' money. Okay.
If you ever out in Atlanta
and you really want to talk,
give me a shout.
Everybody played
cops and robbers growing up.
But in the streets,
that shit ain't no game.
It's a motherfuckin' ethos.
We'd get slick with the work,
and one-time got slicker
with their tactics,
adding drug dogs
and shit to the mix.
If we didn't stay a step ahead,
we would have became
that bite out of crime
McGruff was always after.
One way to Detroit.
This
ain't no fairy tale
about good versus evil.
Out in the wild,
it's hunter and prey.
To survive, Meech
and I had to learn
to be the baddest beasts
in the fuckin' jungle.
Last
call to Detroit!
♪ I got
everything On the line ♪
♪ Out here I'm on the grind ♪
♪ Trying to get mine ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ A nigga move the weight ♪
♪ Trying to get the cake ♪
♪ I'm in and out of state ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪
♪ It go gram after gram ♪
♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ The D's
ain't that good ♪
♪ These niggas is ratting ♪
♪ They tell them
What's going on ♪
♪ That's how they know
What's happening ♪
♪ I'm riding With
the top down ♪
♪ Trunk full of yola ♪
♪ Ghetto pharmaceutical ♪
♪ I move that Coca-Cola ♪
♪ Thousand grams of pure ♪
♪ Though I fuck
With the weirdos ♪
♪ They snort away the pain ♪
♪ Bang their dope
In their vein ♪
♪ Shorty crying
Christmas ain't coming ♪
♪ Her pop's locked up ♪
♪ When it hurts the worst ♪
♪ Your ace find out
She knocked up ♪
♪ Welfare ain't an option ♪
♪ When the feds
Come knocking ♪
♪ It's all fucked
up So wish me luck ♪
♪ At least
You could wish me luck ♪
♪ A nigga move the weight ♪
♪ Trying to get the cake ♪
♪ I'm in and out of state ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪
♪ It go gram after gram ♪
♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Wish me luck ♪
♪ At least you
could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, wish me luck ♪
♪ Wish me luck ♪
♪ All you got to do Is
wish me luck, yeah ♪
I'ma prove I'm
smarter than yo' ass.
Yeah, you should be.
You four fuckin' years older.
50 bones say I get a
higher score than you.
You need the
chauffeur's license,
not me, motherfucker.
You punkin' out
now? Ah, come on.
Told you no talking,
Mr. Flenory.
I'm-I'm sorry.
My pencil broke.
So I was asking if
he had another one.
Sorry, but I'm gonna have
to grade your test as-is.
Yo, come on. You-you
can't do that.
- I'm not done yet.
- That's not my problem.
Rules apply to
everyone, including you.
Oh my... Yeah,
that's some bullshit.
- Yo. Hey, yo...
- Fuck outta here.
- Lucille.
- Hey.
- Did you want it?
- You ate it already.
You don't never eat
the second donut.
That don't mean you
shouldn't ask me.
That should have been us.
Yeah.
You know, when me and Terry
get the sedan service up,
I'ma take you to
Carl's Chop House,
and I'ma sing to you every day.
After I get that console
I got put on layaway.
Oh, okay.
You give Nicole her lunch money?
Yeah, but that
still ain't enough.
I mean, she's spilling
out of all her bras.
She needs new clothes.
Can we please talk
about something else
besides the kids and money?
What you want to talk about?
Well, we better get on the
road before we both late.
What is up with that suit?
This ain't no damn
Prince video, nigga.
The fuck you talkin'
'bout? I look good.
Good morning. Our daily
recap is as follows.
The turf war between
50 Boyz and 12th Street
has escalated, resulting
in multiple murders,
including Detective
Jonathan Lopez.
Now, Bryant has
tracked down a lead
and found the murder weapon.
Care to do the honors?
All right. Uh,
forensics came back.
Prints lifted from this
belong to a Katherine Eder,
street name Kato,
known 50 Boyz slinger.
A mud print at the
scene also matched up
with a shoe at her
residence, so case closed.
So uh, Eder and
Silas were rivals,
and they were both gunned down?
Uh, yeah, outside
the Visger Bar.
The investigation
remains active.
Public place,
plenty of witnesses,
and nobody's talking.
Fucking typical.
Suspects were shot with
two different guns,
still out on the streets.
My manners.
This is Detective Veronica Jin
joining us from Southfield.
Today is her first day,
so let's give her
a warm welcome.
Your new partner, Bryant here,
can catch you up to speed.
Bodies will continue to drop
unless we get these
dealers off the streets.
Get to it. Let's go.
Uh, Commander, look here.
I don't want to babysit
some new detective
that came to Detroit to
get their street cred.
Jin's a hard charger vet who
comes highly recommended.
You want to sit on the
bench or get in the game?
I can't even see shit.
We might as well just bounce.
And go do what exactly?
Chauffer my 50
bones to the bank.
All right, you got a
higher score than me,
but I still passed, so
I don't give a fuck.
Oh, shit, man.
Damn! Ruin me, baby girl.
Ruin me.
Yo, watch out.
♪ To know you ♪
♪ Then I'd show you ♪
♪ Just how it would be ♪
♪ You with me ♪
♪ Let me hold you ♪
♪ Like I'm supposed to ♪
♪ Feel how it would be ♪
♪ You with me ♪
See Terry over there stargazing?
Yeah, all that
motherfucker gonna do is look.
That's Boom's wife.
Y'all still beefing?
Nah, but we need a new plug,
'cause he fucked
shit up with Big L,
stupid ass little nigga, man.
If he want to be a L-7,
just let him, a'ight?
I'm here to get this work
to K-9 and get shit popping.
Flat-out.
Run the ball, run the ball!
Whose shot? Whose shot?
Man, the Saint
always be off the hook.
Bro, this is Quinti.
She used to be in my auto
shop class last year.
- Beast.
- Hell nah.
She way too cute to be
getting dirty under the hood.
I do the electrical shit.
If you ever need new speakers,
come through my brother's shop.
Best auto installation in town.
Actually, matter of fact,
I think I'ma stop by,
'cause I started this car
service company with my pops.
- We need that.
- What up, doe?
- What up, doe?
- What, you still not speaking?
Man, I ain't got
shit to say to you.
Man, get the fuck on, man.
There he go on that bullshit.
Oh, shit.
♪ Ladies
in the house ♪
- ♪ Let me hear you say ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Ladies
in the house ♪
- ♪ Let me hear you say ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Name is G Miller
There's no one chiller ♪
Fuck him. I got to
go holla at old boy.
Good game, Coach.
To hell with
yo' cheating ass, man.
Paid off the refs to
swallow their damn whistles.
Aw, come on, Wink.
You better than that.
Run me that 20 stacks
we bet, we good.
Nigga, I ain't paying you shit.
Get the fuck out of my face.
Let's go!
Get in the fuckin' car!
♪ Patty
cake, patty cake ♪
♪ Baker's man ♪
♪ Bake me a cake As
fast as you can ♪
♪ Roll 'em and roll 'em
And throw 'em in the pan ♪
Is that how it goes?
No. No.
What you been feeding
him? He got so big.
Well, girl, a little
bit of everything.
When'd you get back?
Uh, this morning.
Hey, little man.
Oh, my God. Daddy
missed you. Come here.
Oh. Oh.
You pass that driving test?
Come on, Pop. What kind
of question is that?
All right, we
can get that second car,
start making more
money for the business,
and I can take your mama
to Carl's Chop House
for that good eatin'.
Congratulations, Tee.
Oh. I... I think
he pooped himself.
- Uh-oh.
- Here, I got him.
No, no, you-you good.
You've been taking care
of him long enough.
You know what? Why don't
we have Sunday dinner
to celebrate Terry getting
his driver's license
and the whole family
being together.
Have you talked to your brother?
Nah. I ain't... I
ain't seen him yet.
- Let's get you changed.
- Just be patient.
What kind of oriental is you?
What kind of Black are you?
Look, if anybody should have
a stick up their ass, it's me.
Nobody wants to
replace the dead guy.
Why'd you leave Southfield?
I got promoted.
Everybody says it was
affirmative action.
Good old buddy fuck cop culture.
Well, if you think
Downriver is any different,
I got a beachfront property
in Idaho to sell you.
I got sick of the 'burbs.
I miss the smell of the streets
and the spirit of the D.
Well, if you grew up in this
raggedy ass motherfucker,
then you already know.
Yeah, but it wasn't
always like this.
You know, my sister and I,
we used to ride our bikes
all over the place when
Chinatown was still around.
And then they
started displacing us
to Cass Corridor,
ruining everything in
typical Detroit fashion.
You know, you
could just bulk up.
Eat a few more biscuits.
You could eat a few less.
You got jokes. That's good.
You good?
Yeah. I'm gravy.
What, you got food
references for everything?
Hmm.
♪ More than a pastime ♪
Hey, you and me,
we are friends, eh?
With a long, um...
Partner.
Partner. Partnership.
That don't make me none.
Half the time, I can't
understand ya' ass.
And the other half, I'm nauseous
from the stank-ass
cologne you wear.
I don't understand.
I save your life
and this my thanks?
You disrespecting me?
Yo, Rayzin, get this Colombian
cocksucker out my face
'fore I go the fuck off.
Vámonos, Sina. Adiós.
Keep your nose clean, pendejo.
Baby, you really
shouldn't be so mean.
Fuck Sina.
Feeling the music, Meech?
No doubt. It's soulful.
Babe, didn't Jackie
Wilson get his start here?
Yeah, and Berry Gordy
used to sell Polaroids
of all the guests up here
before he started Motown.
- Hell yeah.
- Let's talk shop.
My brother said you and
Tee move shit faster
- than anybody in D.
- Hell yeah.
We used to play hot
potatoes growing up.
So we just applied it
to the game as well.
By the time 5-0 hear
we got some work,
man, we already be cashing out.
Oh.
I ain't get caught
in Vegas either.
Except you're late.
There were drug
dogs at the airport,
so I had to improvise
and think on the fly.
But I may have found a more
efficient way to transport.
And I wear size 12
in Guccis, nigga.
Look, K-9, I'm the buyer.
You the seller.
I got the weight.
You got the money.
All right, what up?
You think I need
your scrawny ass
or this bitch-ass
load you just hauled?
Look, K-9, I'm not trying
to disrespect you, a'ight?
You're one of the
only cats in the D
with a steady supply
from a Colombian connect.
I did what you asked,
and you know who I am.
So what's crackin'?
It's more to this than
dollars and cents, Meech.
The people who get
ahead in this game
do it off the bonds they make.
And that's built off
honesty and loyalty.
Shit you can't see,
smell, or touch.
You just gotta feel it.
There's a pretty
lady here to see you.
- Good lookin', Unc.
- What's up, K-9?
- You good?
- Yeah.
Nothin' like listenin' to
the blues, so I guess I am.
You know Peaches.
That's Meech. That's Big L.
We already know each other.
He's a great salesman.
I just wasn't sold.
Anyway, it's nice seeing you.
Maybe next time we
won't take this long.
If she don't fuck with
you, then why should I?
Man, that bitch was
threatened by flash
and didn't get that my glow
makes everybody shine brighter.
Maybe I'll be in touch.
Maybe I won't.
Let's go, baby.
Baby, it's 3:00 in the morning.
Yeah.
I want you round
the clock, woman.
Okay. Not tonight, okay, babe?
Come on now.
Baby, please.
I have to be up in three hours.
We ain't been together
in over three weeks.
God...
Let's go to sleep.
I'll get you another time, okay?
That don't look
like oatmeal to me.
Well, no, but it is a Pop-Tart
and peanut butter sandwich,
and it does cover all the
basic four food groups.
Well, since I bought
it, I'ma eat it too.
Okay.
Let's try this.
Oh, God. Much better.
Go and make that
oatmeal like I said.
Worth a shot.
Hold up.
So busy making this
nasty Pop-Tart sandwich,
you buttoned your
shirt up wrong.
Let me get that.
Kevin, what is this?
Well, that's uh, Bruiser,
the superhero I created.
He's like a mix of Superman
and the Brown Hornet
rolled all into one.
Ill, right?
That's
really impressive,
but son,
I-I don't think this is
appropriate for high school.
Come on, Dad.
Even Mom wouldn't be
stressing me out this much.
Well, your mom's not
in charge anymore.
I am.
She gave up that right
in court, remember?
Okay. Okay, fine.
But can I just please
wear it as an undershirt?
- I-I really need it.
- Why?
That kid still
bothering you in school?
Well, I mean...
Okay. You can wear it.
But you don't have to
pretend to be a superhero.
Your dad is the toughest
dude in the city,
which means that you
have that in your blood.
So if we connect your
brains with our blood line,
you don't have to be
afraid of anything.
You understand?
Good.
I love you, son.
Love you, too, Dad.
Okay.
Now go and make that
oatmeal like I said.
Have to bulk you
up a little bit.
♪ Since the day I was born ♪
♪ I was raised By
the street code ♪
♪ Got to play the game,
boy Ain't no cheat code ♪
♪ When it's time to
eat We go feast mode ♪
♪ But when it's time for... ♪
Hey, DJ Can't Scratch.
Can you chill and just
let that shit ride out?
Man, smell these
balls, motherfucker.
Yo. Word of advice.
Cut that shit.
Man, what these bitch
ass niggas doing in here?
That's funny coming from a nigga
who could turn sideways in
the shower and not get wet.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
Well, fuck you, you Re-run
looking motherfucker.
- Oh, shit!
- Get him, nigga.
- Yeah!
- Yeah! Get him.
Whoa! Y'all niggas
better recognize.
Recognize what, motherfucker?
Fuck off me. Fuck
off me. Come on.
- Goddamn.
- Get his ass, D!
What the fuck?
Nigga, chill the fuck out, man.
Chill the fuck out!
Fuck is y'all in here doing,
man, tearing shit up, nigga?
Man, these niggas
came up in our spot.
'Cause I called 'em here, dummy.
Now, listen, I want all of
us to combine our resources
and make more money than we
ever fuckin' made before.
But if y'all niggas want to
keep sitting here arguing
and fighting like bitches,
y'all can get out.
So what's this grand
master plan of yours?
It's simple. Lamar is dead.
So now all we gotta do
is pool our resources.
With what? Lent, motherfucker?
'Cause word is you ain't
got no product and no plug.
Nigga, I'm giving you my
motherfuckin' word, nigga.
It's a lock on an
unlimited supply.
- The best shit ever.
- Then what's the holdup?
Meech ass always
selling Woolf tickets.
He better get his
ducks lined up,
or we ain't coming
back up here no more.
- I'ma see you, B-Mick.
- I'ma fuck you up.
Yeah, it's gonna be
a bullet next time,
you round motherfucker.
How the hell I'm supposed
to know what's going on
if you ain't never told me shit?
Nigga, we going after K-9,
the biggest fish in the pond.
We got to have our shit tight.
Welcome to Wendy's.
How can I help you?
Meechie.
I was having a bad day,
but I came by to see you
'cause I knew you was gonna
put a smile on my face.
That is so sweet.
How you been, Mama?
You know, complaining
would be blasphemy.
But, you know,
your sister is
just wearing me out
with that mouth of hers.
Well, Nikki ain't no
little girl no more.
I know.
You know, your brother just
got his chauffeur's license,
and we're gonna have dinner
on Sunday night to celebrate.
I want you there.
How you think Pops gonna
feel about that, Ma?
Yo, it's his house.
I just want to
respect him, Mama.
I didn't really
understand it back then,
but I damn sure do now.
Watch your mouth.
I'm sorry. Here.
Take this, Mama. Please.
I can't do that, Meech.
Here you go, baby.
Thank you.
I want to see you
on Sunday, okay?
- I'ma try to make it.
- Don't try. Be there.
- Love you.
- Love you more.
Of course. All right,
have a good day.
Sir, I can help you over here.
Hey. You remember me?
Uh, I saw you at
the Saint yesterday.
We also met at Cub Taboo...
It was a while back.
I used to be one of
Pat's top earners, Terry.
How can I help you, sir?
I need to be added
to the insurance
for my sedan business.
Oh. Okay.
So I just need you
to fill this out,
provide me with your
business tax ID-
Okay.
- And I'll get everything filed.
Long night, huh?
Nah, I just need the shades
to look at you, sunshine.
Just fill this form out
and get it back to me.
Was there anything else?
It's just real nice
to catch up with you.
Well, I work on commission,
so the longer I talk to you,
the less money I make.
- Next.
- A'ight, don't even trip.
I'ma-I'ma make sure
that I send a bunch
of customers your way.
All right, Terry.
Have a good day.
Just call me Tee.
I'm gonna call you
by your government.
All right. That works.
Whatever you want
to call me, just...
- Terry.
- You call me. Call me.
Hi, how are you?
Okay, let me see.
Perfect.
What you thinkin' 'bout?
Terry, Terry, look at me.
♪ Oh, sittin'
thinking 'bout ♪
♪ How lucky a man I am ♪
- You.
- Aw.
You happy me and
Terry Jr. are back?
Yeah. Hell yeah.
The sound of him sleeping
at night is everything.
You know I'm proud
of you, right, Tee?
For gettin' out the game and
putting your family first.
Meech ain't really
fuckin' with me, though.
Probably 'cause you took his bed
and made this ghetto-ass king.
It's better than my
big ass rolling around
in that little tight-ass twin.
Shit, you ain't never lie.
I was thinking, we should
start a college fund
for Terry Jr., move in,
just the three of us.
Yo, Wanda, you just took
our son and ran off.
Now you back with
all these plans?
I'ma need a minute.
So what, we starting over?
Yep.
Nikki and Mama's at Bible study,
so we starting over right now.
♪ I love it ♪
Hey. That's not yours.
For this not to be your car,
you sure like
putting stuff in it.
Somebody's starting to
feel real comfy on the job.
My family believes in
the power of Buddha,
and that charm is for
good luck and prosperity.
Well, you got Buddha,
I got Jesus, and
Muslims got Allah.
It's all the same shit
when you get down to it.
You must be fun at parties.
Well, what do we have here?
Couple of 50 Boyz.
I got the tall, skinny one.
Sucka-ass cops.
Freeze right there, asshole.
My tooth!
This bitch hit me
with her fuckin' car!
I'm sorry. Were you
saying something?
Fucker almost ran into Buddha.
Ooh. Mm.
Just for the record,
you're way more fun
at parties than me.
Come on.
Fuck you!
I'll get all of this filed,
and I'll get back to you.
Thanks.
You were supposed to be
bringing me customers.
Hey, look, they
definitely comin',
but your orchid was
on its last leg,
so I figured I'd
get you a fresh one.
Oh, that's nice, but I can't...
See, orchids are high
maintenance and temperamental.
They gotta be
treated just right.
The beauty and joy they bring
outweighs the
upkeep and expense.
Ouch. Oh, okay.
Well um, at least
just water the old one
for photosynthesis and shit.
Photosynthesis is
about light, silly.
I know. I know.
I was just seeing if
you was listening.
- All right. Yeah.
- Bye, Terry.
Dink got fucked up moving the
money from the stash house.
What? Come on, man.
He ain't gonna talk.
That nigga ain't gonna talk.
But that green good as gone.
Fuck it, man. It's
just part of the game.
But how the hell we gonna
go cop from K-9 now?
I don't know.
Maybe we should think
outside of the box.
You know what's crazy?
That motherfucker spun
some shit to me other day
that really didn't
make sense until now.
The dope game ain't just
about dollars and cents
as much as relationships.
I gotta show that motherfucker
I'm somebody he
can't afford to lose.
What the hell you gonna do?
I'm just gonna be
me, like I always do.
Come on, we don't got
to do all that, bro.
♪ Chasin' paper ♪
♪ A pimp and I'm a player ♪
♪ And I'ma keep on hustlin' ♪
♪ Till ain't nobody greater ♪
Okay, okay, getting
money up in here.
♪ A pimp
and I'm a player ♪
♪ And I'ma keep on hustlin' ♪
♪ Till ain't nobody greater ♪
What's up, Q?
♪ Try to be humble ♪
♪ And swallow
this pride I got ♪
♪ Belt on my bubble ♪
♪ I hit every time I shot ♪
♪ We in the jungle ♪
♪ And snakes All
around these thots ♪
- What up, doe?
- Meech. Hope you're hungry.
My cook makes the best
steak in the city.
- Hell yeah.
- Still hot. Dig in.
What's the difference
between the best point guard
in the world and the tenth best?
Ball handling skills,
orchestrating offense,
probably leading the
team around him better.
Vision.
You have to see
the entire floor.
Look, I grew up
in the Brewsters.
And now I got homes in
Detroit, Cali, and Florida.
I run the one just like
Zeke, and I'm relentless.
See, I love that
'cause I got the same type
of will and audacity,
and my crew,
they loyal as fuck and
ready to suit up whenever.
Just this point, I'm running
go around without my brother.
He don't have the vision?
That nigga got a
different vision, man.
He want to finish school
and all that bullshit.
My brother was the same way.
Nigga thought he was
going to the league
until I got him to
shift focus on the real.
You and Tee remind me of us.
But winners are never late.
So you knew there'd be
drug dogs at the airport
and that I'd be late.
But I delivered, K-9, and
I'm gonna keep on delivering.
And if you give me a shot,
man, I promise we gonna grow.
When we done, you gonna
have enough to buy a house
in every fuckin'
state in the nation.
Don't cash a check
your ass can't cover.
Shit, your brother already
told us how we get down.
And you seen it firsthand.
So am I good for
ten bricks or what?
If you can do 10,
then you can do 20.
You got a problem
with that, hot potato?
Hell no.
Let's get it. I'm ready
to do it right now.
Good.
Fellas, gather around.
Got some gifts for you guys.
'Cause, Meech, the
only way to be the man
is to take care of the
people who take care of you.
Right, fellas?
I got one especially
for you, Meech.
Man, I don't even
know what to say, man.
Your word is your bond
out in these streets.
That's all we got.
So don't ever let
nobody disrespect that.
And if they do violate it,
you gotta make it your fuckin'
business to demonstrate.
Big L had a big fuckin' mouth,
so I took care of that for you.
Good lookin'.
Just know,
if you don't give
me my money on time,
I'm gonna kill you.
Then I'ma kill your brother
and them two Black-ass
motherfuckers
y'all was with at the Saint.
Finish your steak.
♪ Don't get caught
up In them streetlights ♪
♪ Don't get caught up
In them streetlights ♪
♪ Jumped off the
porch As a youth ♪
♪ Looking for the truth ♪
♪ Trouble is what I found
I was running wild ♪
♪ Streetlights on The
corner was calling me ♪
Man, look at my little brother.
I can't even lie.
I did not think you was
gonna see this car shit
all the way through.
Meech, what the hell you want?
I'm a paying customer.
Drive, motherfucker.
♪ Out there
In the street life ♪
Hey, so how much you make
today doing this shit, Tee?
Enough.
I'm guessing you picked
up four, maybe five rides
for about $10 a pop?
With a tip, that's probably
a grand total of 50 bones.
I'm making a honest
fuckin' living.
Oh, that's
an honest living.
But is that your dream
or is that Pops' dream?
- You know what?
- No, just listen.
Hear me out, hear
me out, straight up.
All right?
I finally got a steady supply
so we can start expanding
just like we talked about.
Nigga, we gonna set up
shop in other cities
and take over the
fuckin' nation.
I already told you. I'm out.
Tee, when is you
gonna quit wasting your time
with this car bullshit?
Can we go back to
what we do best?
Hustling?
I'm not talking about
no small-time bullshit
like when we did with Pat.
K-9 is getting the supply
from the Colombians.
Man, that's Pablo Escobar
and them motherfuckers, man.
K-9, the nigga
that killed someone
over a fuckin' basketball game?
What is he gonna do to
us if we fuck shit up?
We won't.
You and I ain't
never fuck nothin' up
when we work together.
We always come on top.
- It's the same thing here.
- Nah.
This is your stop
right here, though.
Oh, this my stop?
Yep. And get
the fuck out, Meech.
Keep the change.
Broke ass nigga.
He looks at me
all crazy, and I go,
"Didn't your mama teach you
that it's not polite to stare?"
Next thing I know,
an old Eartha Kitt
sounding voice yells out,
"I told him, but that
boy don't listen!"
Oh, my
goodness. That is a mess.
Hey, Miss Mabel.
Nicole, you need glasses?
I know you see Miss
Mabel sitting here.
- Hey, Miss Mabel.
- Hi, baby.
How you been doing?
- Fine. And you?
- Good, thank you.
Hey, grab that extra chair.
Meechie's coming for dinner.
What is that on your face?
Oh, it's just lip gloss.
Well, you're too
young to wear that.
Should be more worried
about Meech than me.
Excuse me?
I am so sick and tired
of you talking back.
Every time I say something,
you got something to say.
Now wipe that mess off
your face like I said.
Nicole, do like your mom says.
Please tell me we're not here
to see that snaggletooth perp
- I hit.
- Nah, but I did cover you
on the accusation he
made with Beckwith.
Did you pull that
Asian driver card?
Well, I just said he
ran into your car,
and you ain't had time to stop.
Oh, I guess I should
say thank you, partner.
Look...
losing Lopez changed me.
I wasn't as transparent about
things as I could have been.
I vowed not to make
that mistake again.
I'm still not following.
- Dr. Gaines.
- Detective Bryant.
I'm afraid there's
been no changes.
Patient's still in a
coma, and the vitals
are still touch and go.
Pupils are miotic.
G-C scale's non-responsive.
Making matters worse, we're
attaching a colostomy bag
for the foreseeable future.
Dr. Gaines, I need
this man alive.
We're
doing the best we can,
but I'm not sure
it'll be enough.
Lamar fucking Silas?
The crime board says
that Silas is deceased.
We're keeping him
under a false name
as a protective measure.
If he wakes up, we hope
he'll tell us who shot him.
Aw, baby.
Got me a flower.
Aw. Okay.
Come on, y'all.
Let's sit down here
for this dinner.
All right now, tell me, how
was the first day on the job?
Slow.
We need to strategize
on increasing our profit margin.
All right now, we can
talk about business later.
Come on, let's bless
this food so we can eat.
Nicole, you want to say grace?
I didn't know I was
allowed to talk.
- I'll pray.
- Okay.
Don't forget to
include your brother
in the blessing, please.
I thought Meech was coming.
Well, something
must have come up.
Mm-hm.
Thank You, Lord, for
this beautiful gift
that Mama prepared and for this
family and my brother Meech.
Please protect him, O Lord,
and watch over every single
person at this table.
We ask all these
things in Your name,
our Lord and Savior
Jesus Christ.
Amen.
- Amen.
- Hey.
Brother, you getting better
and better at these blessings.
- Mm-hmm.
- I thought he was about
to do a Pastor Swift
Thanksgiving prayer.
Listen up.
The 50 Boyz, dead.
12th Street, dead.
From now on, we BMF.
Black Mafia Family.
I just need to ask
all y'all a question.
Is you in or is you out?
Now look, for some of y'all,
this will be the
biggest decision
of your fuckin' lives.
We are about to turn BMF
into a global empire,
absorbing all the crews.
Everybody in here gonna
be shining like new money.
Everybody in here
gonna move as one.
Everybody in here gonna
have their own house,
own clothes, own cars, own hos.
I just need y'all with me.
So if you can't work with
the nigga across from you
or if you can't handle what
I'm saying, just bounce.
If you can't even be a
standup guy, get the fuck on.
We just got 20 keys
from the new plug.
Now if y'all in the mood
to have too much money
to count, stand up.
If y'all trying to set
up shop in Cleveland...
- Yeah.
- St. Louis...
- Yeah.
- Atlanta...
- Yeah.
- Miami...
- Yeah.
- LA...
Yeah!
Raise your glass
in the air right now.
We about to take over
the whole nation.
Pledge allegiance to
the Black Mafia Family!
To the Black Mafia Family!
Yeah!
I am so grateful that things
are working out
with you and Terry.
Well, leaving with Terry Jr.
Seemed to have done the trick.
Just like you said it would.
Look, a woman's instincts
are never wrong.
What the hell are
y'all talking about?
I know you not eavesdropping
on our conversation.
Ma, you planned this
whole thing with Wanda
to get me out of the game?
Look, we were just doing
what was best for you.
That's bullshit!
You trying to manipulate my life
just like everybody else.
Hey, hey, hey.
We already lost
control of Meech.
We ain't losing you to
these damn streets as well.
You knew about this too?
- Oh, my fuckin' God.
- Oh, no.
You not gonna use the Lord's
name in vain in my house.
I don't know who
the hell to trust
in this family anymore.
Damn!
- Bang on something else.
- Babe.
We've been brothers
for years, B.
I know killing
Kato fucked you up.
But you proved
your loyalty to me.
That's why I decided to
make you my right hand.
But that means I'ma lean on you
more than I ever did before.
Don't trip.
I got you.
Shit, I would have thought
that made you more happy.
Yeah. Yeah, I...
You know, I just gotta
check on my moms.
- How's she doing?
- She's alive,
which is good enough for me.
You come back from a lot of shit
as long as you don't
get no toe-tag.
Once they put that bitch
on you, it's a wrap.
Well, let me know if
she needs anything.
That's my moms too.
I love you, dawg.
100%.
Wolves
like to run in packs
'cause they're harder
to catch that way.
They call it the
Law of the Jungle.
But now Meech was running alone.
I'd accomplished most of
what I was after as well,
but I, too, was alone.
And so was B-Mickie.
Don't be stupid, nigga.
Now slowly take out your piece,
put it on the table there.
Come on now.
How the hell you
get in my house?
I'm po-po.
I can get in
anywhere at any time,
especially when a
motherfucker ducking me.
My moms ain't been feeling well.
And I've been the one
busy taking care of her.
And here I was thinking
that you was laid up
with some broad
until I found this.
Wow.
And I realized that
your ass is sprung.
But I-I guess, uh,
the-the pussy must not
have been that good.
First, you break into my shit.
Now you going through everything
after I already
gave you Kato's ass
for your partner's murder?
I want Meech.
Not some dead bitch
that you put to rest.
All I can tell you
is Terry's out.
And Meech is the one that's
running shit on his own.
You trying to game a gamer?
Nah.
I ain't got no
reason to lie to you.
Look here.
You better come with
something bigger next time,
'cause I still got
your other gun,
which means I can hang yo' ass
anytime on a double homicide
of Jay-Mo and your beloved Kato.
Anytime.
Once a wolf
gets separated from the pack,
the question becomes,
who's the hunter
and who's the prey?
Fuck.
♪ You can't hide ♪
♪ Gonna find you ♪
♪ And keep you happy ♪
♪ Ready or not, here I come ♪
♪ You can't hide ♪
♪ Gonna love you ♪
♪ And make you love me ♪
♪ You can't run away ♪
♪ From this love I got ♪
♪ Oh baby, hey, baby ♪
♪ 'Cause I got a lot, yeah ♪
♪ Anywhere you go ♪
♪ My poor heart's gotta know ♪
♪ Oh, baby, hey, baby ♪
♪ You can't hide
from my love Oh, no ♪
♪ Ready or not, here I come ♪
♪ You can't hide ♪
♪ Gonna find you ♪
♪ And keep you happy ♪
♪ Ready or not, here I come ♪
♪ You can't hide ♪
♪ Gonna love you ♪
♪ And make you love me ♪
♪ Anywhere you go ♪
♪ My poor heart got to know ♪
♪ Oh, baby, hey, baby ♪