P-Valley (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 9 - Snow - full transcript

[Patrice] Previously, on
"P-Valley, sinners"...

[Beulah] It's time, Mama.

Come rest
and have yourself a drank.

No, baby. Not now...

[Uncle Clifford] You got
a lot of secrets, LaMarques.

And I ain't finna
be one of 'em.

Yeah, I'm the son
of a fuckin' murderer!

Yeah, put that
on a fuckin' T-shirt!

[Georgie] Five million

is my last and final offer.

[Autumn] Right now, Hailey
can't give you what you want.



- [Andre] Mm-hmm.
- [Autumn] But LaKiesha Savage

can give you what you need.

I'm gone need you
to drop out the race, Woodbine.

Take that as you pray on it.

[Diamond] Then I wouldn't
touch that if I was you.

- [Big Bone] What is it?
- [screaming]

[gunshots]

- It's protection.
- [Big Bone chuckles]

[Mercedes] If you think Whisper
and Roulette gone headline,

- you got another thing coming!
- [Autumn] Whisper and Roulette

are not the ones that you
need to be worried about.

Hey... y'all.

[Coach] Y'all been cheatin'
on me?

- What are you talking about?
- Your sponsorship done expired



like a muthafucka!

[Autumn] Three passports
coming right up.

Take those babies,
and you never look back.

[Pico] You fuck with my set,
you gone get your wig split!

No cap, niggah! The fuck
is y'all talkin' about!?!

[OG hustler] Somebody need
to teach that little niggah

that you can't spit
on another man grave.

I got another baby on the way.

I'll let him know
his daddy love him.

[gunfire and echoes]

Lil' Murda's
"Mississippi Pride" plays...

[chorus] ♪ M-I-crooked
letter, crooked letter-I ♪

♪ Crooked letter,
crooked letter-I ♪

♪ Humpback, humpback-I ♪

♪ Mississippi pride, pride ♪

♪ M-I-crooked letter,
crooked letter-I ♪

♪ Crooked letter,
crooked letter-I ♪

♪ Humpback, humpback-I ♪

♪ Mississippi pride,
pride... ♪

Andre Watkins sho'll know
how to make it rain, child...

His support of casinos... [laugh]

Gone bring fresh cash
to this town!

Scrilla for roads,
new schools, and new

ho-ho-hospitals...

And that new levee we been
needing for, like, decades.

[cheeks clapping]

[laughing]

This Chucalissa boy
knows what you need.

Mm mm hmm. Good mayors
are rarer than snow

in Mississippi.

But with Andre Watkins,

it's gone be a blizzard
up in this bitch!!

- ♪ I'm bringing my straps in ♪
- bitch!!

♪ Gone get me a lap dance ♪

♪ Booty sound like
she clap hands ♪

♪ We right by the boot ♪

♪ Better know we tapped in,
uh-huh ♪

♪ M-I-crooked letter,
crooked letter-I ♪

♪ Crooked letter,
crooked letter-I... ♪

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by Skrippahs from the Pank!

♪ M-I-crooked
letter, crooked letter-I ♪

♪ Crooked letter,
crooked letter-I ♪

♪ Humpback, humpback-I ♪

- ♪ Mississippi pride, pride ♪
- [women shouting happily]

♪ M-I-crooked letter,
crooked letter-I ♪

Andre Watkins, he got next!

♪ Mississippi pride, pride ♪

♪ M-I-crooked letter,
crooked letter-I ♪

- Ow!
- What is your problem?

♪ Humpback, humpback-I ♪

♪ Mississippi pride, pride ♪

[women squealing]

[newscaster] Andre Watkins
has accomplished

an amazing feat this past week.

Since the last election poll,

the godson of now deceased
Mayor Tydell Ruffin

has gained ground on current
Interim Mayor Wayne Kyle

for the crown
of Chucalissa's next Mayor.

How do you feel about
this recent turn of events?

Well, it ain't over 'til
the results roll in tonight,

but it would be this Chucalissa
boy's dream come true

to be a public servant.

Blame my rise in the polls

on the passion I have
for my hometown...

Or perhaps that stripper magic?

[Pynk Vets, chanting]
Andre Watkins, he got next!

Andre Watkins, he got next!

I'm thankful
to all my supporters.

Tonight will Andre Watkins,
Esquire,

make history and become
the second black mayor

of Chucalissa?

[Peanut Butter] Ooh!

Look at that comin' up
on the horizon...

Lecrae & 1K Phew's
"One Call" playing...

♪ ♪

[1K Phew]
♪ Straight from overseas ♪

♪ On the islands
with the missis ♪

♪ Had to flood her finger ♪

♪ Diamonds sleepin'
with the fish ♪

♪ She thought I was playin',
head to end it with no kizzy ♪

- [audience commotion]
- ♪ Can't go to the past ♪

♪ If I do it might get dizzy ♪

♪ Snakin' in the grass,
you say ♪

♪ I say Mississippi... ♪

Ooh, Mercedes must get it
from her mama.

♪ Backseat of the car
and I was with 'em ♪

♪ Lord forgive me,
he was actin' goofy ♪

♪ In that room
he turned to Mickey ♪

♪ He turned to Mickey Mouse ♪

[crowd cheers]

♪ Switch it ♪

- [cheering]
- ♪ Whip it ♪

[applause]

Voting day is nigh,

and I hope y'all know
who truly is

God's Gift to Chucalissa.

One of my competitors
thinks he can twerk his way

into your hearts.

Don't let him fool you,

- ♪ Use you ♪
- [audience commotion]

♪ Only let Him ♪

♪ The Great One above,
use you! ♪

They say...

- the race is not given...
- [audience commotion]

to the swift
or to the strong...

- [mocking]
- Not today, Devil.

[Patrice] ...but to the one
who endureth to the end.

They didn't want
to see me make it

to the end of this race.

'Fact, they bribed me

with all these Benjies
so I'd drop out.

I could a told 'em
where to stuff it.

But God gave me grace,

and I found a better place...

[crowd commotion]

[cheers and applause]

[Woodbine] Suck it, bitches!

Woodbine for mayor!

Woodbine for mayor!

[Andre] Thought you said
this bitch was droppin' out.

[chuckles] Guess she decided to
drop Corbin's dollars instead.

As long as she keep on
them panties.

- Don't nobody wanna see that.
- [giggling]

It's getting dirty
down in the Valley, y'all...

[tense music plays]

[Jucee Froot]
♪ Down in the valley ♪

♪ Where the girls get naked ♪

♪ If you throwin' bands ♪

♪ Then you know
she gon' shake it ♪

♪ One, two, break 'em ♪

♪ Three, four, rake 'em ♪

♪ These niggas grind hard ♪

♪ But these bitches
grind harder ♪

♪ Climbing up the pole
just to get out the bottom ♪

♪ The crowd below ♪

♪ Stay ready for the show ♪

♪ The pimps, the dough ♪

♪ Don't let it take
your soul ♪

♪ We make fallin'
on the sky look easy ♪

♪ Look at
my bitches ♪

♪ Gangsta walking
on the ceiling ♪

♪ Green on the flo' ♪

♪ Money talk,
can you hear me? ♪

♪ This world is so addicting ♪

♪ But dreams is expensive,
keep spending ♪

♪ Work hard for the top,
can't fall now ♪

♪ But whatever goes
up must fall down ♪

♪ What you do when
the power out? ♪

♪ Kids hungry, can't do nuthin'
but scream and shout ♪

♪ We all choose to live
but it's different routes ♪

♪ Take the shit with shine,
gotta make it count ♪

♪ When you live and die
by the paper route ♪

♪ You spend a dime
just to make it out, yeah ♪

♪ Down in the valley ♪

♪ Where the girls get naked ♪

♪ If you throwin' bands ♪

♪ Then you know
she gon' shake it ♪

♪ One, two, break 'em ♪

♪ Three, four, rake 'em ♪

*P-Valley*
Season 02 Episode 09

Episode Title: "Snow"
Aired on: August 07, 2022.

[upbeat news theme plays]

[anchor] Mayoral candidate
Pastor Patrice Woodbine

made it rain down dollars
on Main Street today in

- an attention-getting stunt...
- [nurse laughs]

...that's got all
of Chucalissa talkin'.

More on this after the break.

- Let's go over to Chantal...
- [crowd cheering]

Come on, mama, time to drink.

[whimpering]

[eerie humming]

[echoing] Mama, drink some
water.

- [echoing] Drink some water.
- [gasps]

No!

[echoing] Mama, stop fighting
the water!

I ain't thirsty.
A bitch ain't thirsty!

Get away from me!

- [nurse] Help! I need help!
- I see you!

I see you!

- I see you! Leave me alone!
- [eerie humming stops]

Get out my face!

[nurse] I don't know
what happened.

I was just trying to give her
something to drink!

- [groaning] Get off of me!
- [machine beeping incessantly]

Future's
"Thought It Was a Drought" plays...

[glass shattering]

[Future] ♪ I just
fucked yo' bitch ♪

♪ In some Gucci flip-flops ♪

♪ I just had some bitches
and I made 'em lip-lock ♪

♪ I just took a piss, and
I seen codeine coming out ♪

♪ We got purple Actavis,
I thought it was a drought ♪

♪ Bitch, I'ma choose
the dirty over you... ♪

Ho ooh! No-no-no-no-no-no,
not the lace-front,

- not the lace-front.
- [panting]

[phone rings]

[Lil' Murda] Damn, lemme get my
dick... Ah-Fuck!

- Ah...
- Whoo!

[ringing]

Fuckity fuck!
Hello, hello, hello

- is this the hospital?
- [person] No, this is

Charles & Company Skunk
Smell Removal

calling you with a very
special offer...

[Uncle Clifford] Ain't nobody
been sprayed with no damn skunk!

These folks try to sell you
any damn thing!

- [sizzling]
- [laughs]

I should not be having sex
when my Granmuva's

in the damn hospital dying.

[quietly] Fuck.

Ernestine would want you

to have some sausage
for breakfast.

[chuckling]

[Uncle Clifford] Mmm.

Okay.

How you cook yo' grits?

[Lil' Murda]
With butter and sugar.

Well, good, cause if you
hadda said cheddar,

I was gone kick you
out my mu'fuckin' house.

I done worn out
my welcome, huh?

Hmm. It's better I kick you out
'fo you leave.

[objects clatter]

Mm.

It's nice playing house.

But I know it's finna end.

[sighs]

You gone go on tour with Tina?

Still thinkin' about it.

What is there to think about?
Hmm?

Child, I can't even step one
foot outside the grocery store

'fo I hear
♪ "Dance like some niggahs ♪

♪ Got some money in this hoe" ♪

[laughs]

How it feel to be more
than hood famous now?

[Lil' Murda] Scary, actually.

People be acting like they know
you, but they don't really...

know you.

[Uncle Clifford]
Well, they don't need to.

Uncle Clifford rule 51,081...

"Don't try to be everybody's

- cup of tea.
- Mm.

[Uncle Clifford] 'Cause then you
ain't gone have none

to sip on for yo self."

That's the case,
maybe it's time for me

to move on for real.

But then, I don't wanna
leave you here with...

Don't worry about me.

I am grown enough to know
that this wasn't forever.

Fact, I think I should get
used to being alone...

[inhales deeply] ...since I'll
be all on my lonesome

in this house soon enough.
[exhales deeply]

Cliff, man...

I just wanna be there
to hold her hand...

...but they won't even
let me do that.

Can you imagine not being
there at the end

for somebody that you love
with all yo' heart?

Hmm?

Naw...

naw, I can't.

[clears throat]

Flame or flood ain't been able
to take Miss Ernestine out.

I doubt some Rona will.
She gone push through.

Well, if she don't...

...I want you to rap
at the funeral.

- [chuckles]
- What?

Girl, you a fool. [Laughs]

Child, there's a lots goin' on

in Chucalissa today.

Elections...

Grand re-re-

re-REEEE openings!

♪ ♪

- Mm.
- Uh-huh.

- [Uncle Clifford] Mm-hmm.
- [chuckling]

♪ ♪

[Keyshawn] Bitch, you been
livin' here?

[Autumn] Ha. How does
a rich bitch stay rich?

- How?
- She doesn't pay rent.

[both laugh]

So... got the passports.

- Bought the tickets in cash.
- Good.

Everything's packed.

The kids stayin' another night
at my sister's.

Derrick got that new job
he interviewed for,

so he workin' tonight,
and I'm gone be home so late.

Great coverup.

I'ma pick 'em up first thing.

[Autumn] After tonight,

you'll have everything you need

to get those babies out of here

and build a new home.

[Keyshawn] How'd you know

Chucalissa
could be that for you?

Home?

It's not.

As soon as I know where
this casino referendum lands,

I'm gone too.

Tomorrow I'll either be
a very rich woman

or a very dumb bitch.

Hmm.

So you really gone
sell the Pynk?

I wonder where Uncle Clifford
gone work.

Don't be worried 'bout
Uncle Clifford.

- Be worried 'bout you.
- Can't help it.

This place been more a home
than home been sometimes.

[Autumn sighs]

Well, soon it's gone be
a casino.

And with the benefits
it'll bring,

I think that it might be better
for everybody in Chucalissa.

[Keyshawn] So...

...Autumn,

where you goin'?

Wouldn't you like to know?

[Keyshawn] Mm!

Just checking to see
if you follow yo' own rules.

[pensive music plays]

♪ ♪

[sizzling]

I ain't know
you was gone be back here.

Uh, ditto.

You need me to fill up
that water bottle for you?

If you don't mind.

[water pouring]

[moody music plays]

♪ ♪

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

[chuckles]

You know... it does work.

Only that the Big Bad Wolf

swallowed the key to the tower.

No matter.
My hair's long enough now.

- [bell dings]
- [Big Bone] Diamond.

Them wings done yet?

'Cause she might be thirsty,
but I'm hungry.

[Diamond breathes shakily]

David Banner's "Play" plays...

♪ ♪

[David] ♪ Cum, girl, I'm tryna
get your pussy wet ♪

♪ Work that,
lemme see you drip sweat ♪

♪ Cum, girl, I'm tryna
get your pussy wet ♪

♪ Work that,
lemme see you drip sweat ♪

♪ Gon' play with it,
gon' play with it ♪

♪ Gon' play with it,
gon' play with it ♪

♪ Gon' play with it ♪

♪ Work that clit ♪

♪ Cum, girl ♪

♪ Finger-fuck your pussy
like you want some, girl ♪

- ♪ Work it like a niggah ♪
- [exhales forcefully]

♪ Straight licking
on your pearl ♪

♪ I wanna see you cum in the
middle of the dance floor ♪

- [exhales forcefully]
- ♪ A niggah can't fuck ♪

♪ What you think
a friend of me for? ♪

♪ Ah, I'ma beat
that pussy up ♪

♪ You get it wet enough,
I might lick it up ♪

♪ Lickey, lickey, lickey
like a peppermint swirl ♪

- [Mercedes grunting]
- ♪ Lick that clit ♪

- ♪ Cum girl, uhh ♪
- [Mercedes groaning]

♪ I wanna see your legs shake
take you to the crib ♪

[breathes deeply]

♪ We can
fuck till the bed break ♪

♪ Uh, fuck you
till your pussy ache ♪

♪ Think about the type
right now, girl, mastur ♪

- [heavy breathing]
- ♪ Uhh, uhh, hey lil' girl ♪

- [pole squeaking]
- ♪ Work that clit, cum, girl... ♪

[breathing heavily]

Ooh hoo hoo!

♪ I'm tryna
get your pussy wet ♪

♪ Work that,
lemme see you drip sweat ♪

♪ Cum, girl, I'm tryna
get your pussy wet ♪

♪ Work that,
lemme see you drip sweat ♪

♪ Gon' play with it,
gon' play with it ♪

♪ Gon' play with it,
gon' play with it ♪

[breathing heavily]

♪ Gon' play with it ♪

♪ Work that clit, cum, girl ♪

♪ Cum when you're feeling
good, lick it all off ♪

♪ Catch it in your mouth,
like your last name Moss ♪

♪ Play with the nitty girl,
stick it on in ♪

♪ I'm feeling real freaky,
girl, bring yo' friends ♪

♪ I can make 'em bounce
like one, two, three ♪

♪ It ain't nothin' to a pimp,
girl, play with the G-spot ♪

Hmm. Hmm. [Small laugh]

♪ Make it hot, gon' on,
get your girl Sheryl ♪

♪ Bring your clique ♪

♪ Cum, girl... ♪

- [grunts]
- Uh-oh.

- [Mercedes] Shit.
- [pole squeaks]

- [pole squeaks]
- Shit.

[Uncle Clifford] Uh-oh.

[pole squeaking]

Ah, fuck.

♪ Move it to the right... ♪

That's why a bitch always
gone forever be fallin'.

You should a been step back
on that pole

soon as that shit happen...
You spooked.

- Bitch, what?
- You just betta stay

up off of mine, 'cause a bitch
ain't finna

be merked in the club
by some big booty

- fallin' out the sky.
- Bitch, you ain't worthy

to be up on the same pole
as me!

[Roulette] You got life
fucked up if you think

I wanna be up on yo' old gray
hairy-pussy-havin' ass pole!

- Bitch, I'll fuck you up!
- I'd like to see you

try to play a game of
Roulette wit' me.

Oh, folks 'round here know
I loves to play

- Russian Roulette.
- [Autumn] Guys, guys.

[Uncle Clifford] Mercedes,
Roulette, y'all... Hoooo...

We do need to
think about safety

and utilising
each other's strength.

Mercedes, if you can't hold
that move at that point,

can I suggest
that you base for Keyshawn?

I ain't basin' for not
na'an one of these bitches!

Clearly, you can't hold it
very long.

And whose fuckin' FAULT
IS THAT?!

Aye, aye! Big I, Big I!

Whose fault is that, huh,
bitch?!

- [Autumn] Real mature, Mercedes.
- [Uncle Clifford] Diamond! Diamond!

[Mercedes] Naw! No bitch! Naw!

[Uncle Clifford] C'mon,
'Cedes! Listen, come on.

Who's fault is it?!

Aren't you tired
of the blame game?

If you want to fly,
pick up those wings

the sun melted off your back.

It ain't anybody's fault
but yours.

Quit blaming me!

Only thing I blame myself for
is when I went in that room.

- [Uncle Clifford] Mercedes!
- Put seven pounds of pressure on the trigger

- [Uncle Clifford] Mercedes!
- And put the wrong person in paradise.

- [Uncle Clifford] Aye, Mercedes!
- Is that how you really feel?

[Uncle Clifford]
Aye-aye-AYYYEEE! Now, look.

All y'all ain't gots to be
fuckin' friends,

but y'all gots to be
sisters right now.

Y'all gone have to trust
each other tonight

whether y'all like it or not,
otherwise, Roulette is right.

One of y'all bitches
gone get hurt.

[Whisper] Somebody always
gets hurt on nights like this.

I just know it betta not
be a bitch pockets,

'cause you got four
hitters up in this hoe,

and on a door at 50% capacity,

shit, we gone make more
on the floor than the door.

Percentage of the pot
is based on pull.

There's only one hitter
who pullin' enough

to triple the door

of a club that can only do
50% capacity.

So let me guess.

Keyshawn the hitter
you talkin' 'bout?

[Keyshawn sighs]

Autumn, maybe we can

adjust the door,
split the pot four ways.

[quietly] No. You need this.

[Mercedes scoffs]

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

Oh, she a hitter aight.

Too bad she ain't got good aim.

Y'all wanna try and re-open
this bitch?

Gone head and try
and do it without me.

♪ ♪

[Uncle Clifford] OH!
Now, hold on now, girl.

- Mercedes!
- Fuck.

[Uncle Clifford]
Girl, don't you be...

[Mercedes] Fuck this club!

[Uncle Clifford] Don't you let
no bitch run you out yo' house!

Mercedes! MERCEDES!

I can't buss it like I used to!

I'm way past retirement!

I should a been out this hoe

- five fucking years ago!
- Just...

[Mercedes] God damn it!

Aye.

24.5, heiffa.

Fuck yo rules, Uncle Clifford!

[softly] I need to hear
the truth.

Keyshawn better than me,
ain't she?

[Uncle Clifford] Mercedes,

ever since I was a young in'

I thought I'd find me a castle
with a tall tower...

and I'd lock myself up in it
and throw away the key.

This place has been
that castle for me.

But even castles crumble,

especially if they made
out of sand. Hmm?

Sometimes you just gone
have to learn

how to dream new dreams.

Seem like you talkin'
to yo'self.

Hmm.

[sighs]

[phone vibrates, chimes]

♪ ♪

[door closes]

♪ ♪

- [Keyshawn] Oh, excuse me.
- Damn!

Watch where the fuck you goin'.

I ain't see you. [Scoffs]

[Big Bone] I don't see why not.

[Keyshawn]
We haven't met each other

- properly.
- Hmph. We might not of

met each other... proper,

but I know enough 'bout you.

These walls... been whisperin'.

[Keyshawn] Have they?

Be careful 'bout them whispers.

They ain't always
well acquainted with the truth.

[whispers]
Good you leavin' tomorrow.

What make you think that?

[Big Bone chuckles]

These walls got ears,

mouths too.

[uneasy music plays]

♪ ♪

[background chatter echoes]

[person 1] She's so amazing!

[person 2] She's powerful
and so beautiful

all at the same time.

♪ ♪

[person 3] She's so strong.

[person 4] Look at the lines
she's creating with her body.

[person 5] I-I've just never
seen anything

like this before.

My gosh, look at those arms.

I would be so dizzy.

I got so dizzy,
I almost vomited.

[person 6 chuckles]
She's so strong.

#Gawdess.

[person 5] I could never hold
my own weight like that.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

You like it?

[Mercedes] I don't know what
to think about it. [Chuckles]

That's what good art does,
I think.

Discombobulates you.

Shakes you, questions you.

Makes you understand
there is a God.

That creation

is this beautifully imperfect

perfect venture.

I don't know if I'm doin'
all that, now.

[both chuckle]

I almost ain't come to Memphis.

Didn't feel like
the hour drive, huh?

Didn't know if I wanted to see
you again after that night.

I didn't want that night
to end the way it did.

And yet, I was...

grateful.

I'm filing for divorce
from Cedric.

You divorcing all that money?

Happiness is more important.

- Says a rich bitch.
- [both chuckle]

So this that dream
you was yappin' 'bout.

Yeah.

I never thought I'd be able
to do this again,

make photographs,

but seeing you that day...
[chuckles]

...back lit against
that setting sun

made this all possible again.

I never thought
I'd be on a wall, like...

I look like gravity
don't exist.

Not for you.

There was a time I ain't think
I'd get back on a pole.

[Farrah] Why?

My right shoulder
was so fucked up.

You see how I transferred all
my weight to my left side?

- I had to use my weak side.
- If that's your weak side,

I'd hate to get into a fight
with you.

I don't think I'd fight you.

Would you... fuck me again?

No.

That was business,

not pleasure.

Well...

maybe a little bit of pleasure.

[both chuckle]

Well, I wish we all
could turn our weakness

into strength.

Enjoy the rest
of the exhibit, Mercedes.

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

[objects rattling]

♪ ♪

Nineveh, this the floss you
selling to the girls tonight?

This older than
DJ Neva Scared.

Who that is?

You got an hour
to hustle on down to Rainbow,

buy some new options.

Hmm. You ain't said
nothin' but a word.

[scoffs]

- [door slams]
- [vomiting]

[coughs, spits]

[groans]

[toilet flushes]

Oh, God...

[exhales sharply]

[footsteps approaching]

So...

you ready for some twins?

[Criminal Manne's
"Tryna Fuck Sumthin"]

♪ ♪

[background chatter]

♪ I'm tryna fuck sumthin',
fuck sumthin' ♪

♪ Tryna fuck sumthin',
fuck sumthin' ♪

♪ Tryna fuck sumthin',
fuck sumthin' ♪

♪ Tryna fuck sumthin',
fuck sumthin' ♪

♪ Bend it over, bend it over ♪

♪ Bend it over, bend it over ♪

♪ Bend it over, bend it over ♪

♪ Bend it over, bend it over ♪

♪ I'm tryna fuck sumthin',
fuck sumthin'... ♪

Okay. You lookin' good
up in this hoe.

[Uncle Clifford]
If this is the end,

I'ma be the flyest bitch
in hell.

[Lust] Mm, Mercedes' juicy ass
lookin' good on that poster too.

[Big L] People gone get
on us for floggin'.

Mercedes ass ain't gone be

nowhere up
on that stage tonight.

Well, hopefully by midnight,
these niggahs'll be so drunk,

they won't know the difference
between the strippers

or they auntie.

[seller] Aye, I got that new
Dave Chappelle for one penny.

[Uncle Clifford] Child,
who buyin' DVDs?

- Masks... $50.
- Come on, now. Shoppin'!

The door already 60!

A niggah gotta drop
more than a Benjie

to roll up in this piece?

I'm finna go home, man.

[Lauren] Well, you might
just need to do that,

cause this club is already
over-capacity!

[Uncle Clifford]
Oh, brrri-ki-ki-ki!

Look, y'all gone have to wait
'til some of these niggahs

come out or get kicked out.

- [crowd booing]
- Why the hell you booing?

You see?

I'll let you in for free

if you let us go up
to 75% capacity...

Listen, I ain't...

I know you wanna burn
that stimmy, Lauren Hawkins.

Hell, I'll throw Big I
in on the deal.

Man, since when
I become a hoe?

God damn, you are big.

Okay, I'll let you go
up to 75% capacity.

But everybody betta wear
they fuckin' masks!!!!

Let's open
this mu'fucka up now.

You, too, wit' your fine ass.

[Big L] Keep on fuckin' wit me.
Let 'em on in.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, y'all
rolling deep tonight, ain't it?

Mm-hmm.

Just know you act a fool
up in there,

- there gone be hell to pay.
- [Chief-fi-Chiefs gang calls]

[spits]

[indistinct chatter]

Ooh! Alright, bitches,
baby wipe them coochies!

I'ma need y'all
on that floor quick fast.

- [coughing]
- Ooh! Who's coughin' up in here

- during a pandemic?!?
- I was just clearin' my throat.

- That's it.
- Toy, you got 25 seconds

to get yo' ass up
out my establishment.

- Wait, are you firing me?
- Uh, BITCH!

You should be ashamed to even
show yo' face up in here

after you almost killed
my Granmuva!

- How she doin', by the way?
- Uh, funny you should ask.

She dyin'!

[dancer] Oh! Sweet baby Jesus
and Mary.

But-but how you know I'm the
one that gave it to her?

How I know it's yo' sneezing
bubble guts ass?!?!

Whooo else it's gone be?!

Get out. Get OUT, and I don't
wanna see yo' ass

ever up in here again!

- It wasn't me!
- Gimme her shit.

Hunh, sickly bitch!

[indistinct chatter]

[person coughs]

Who was that?

WHO WAS THAT?!?!

My-my spit just went down
the wrong way.

Cough again, hmph? COUGH AGAIN...

And you see what's gone
happen to you!

Y'all get out
and put that hand sanitiser on.

I don't care if it fuck up
yo' acrylics!

Bitches get... ooh!

Y'all got my pressure up!
Y'all got my pressure up!

- Y'all got my pressure up!
- You might need to smoke one

after I show you this.

- What?
- [Lil' Murda] What up tho?

It's yo' boy, Lil' Murda.
I want you to meet me tonight

at the hottest strip club
in all of Mississippi.

Cause the Tina Snow
"Hoes Up, G's Down" Tour

start TONIGHT at the PANK, bih!

[Nineveh] Look at him.

- [all whooping]
- [Uncle Clifford] Unh-uh.

The fuck?!

[Nineveh] You see this?
What is all this?

[Megan Thee Stallion's
"Tina Montana plays]

♪ Ain't none of these hoes
got shit on me ♪

♪ None of these hoes
flow sick like me, no ♪

♪ Heard how I rap,
wanna spit like me ♪

♪ Now all of these hoes
wanna pimp like me, ah ♪

♪ None of these hoes,
none of these hoes ♪

♪ None of these hoes, not not
na'an one of these hoes ♪

♪ Even come close
'cause they gross ♪

♪ Like I brought
it from my chest ♪

♪ From the back of my throat,
huh ♪

♪ Sayin' that you 'bout it
when you ain't, huh ♪

♪ Put you in a field
you a faint, ah ♪

♪ Grab your pie ass bitch,
Easy-Bake ah ♪

♪ I bet you raw
doggin' with a lame, huh ♪

♪ Fuck what you heard,
what you know, bitch ♪

♪ I never been
scared of a hoe, huh ♪

♪ I'm lookin' for you, bitch,
lay low ♪

♪ Oh, hoes wanna go
toe to toe? ♪

♪ Bitch puh-pretty please,
I want you to ♪

♪ Come say something to me ♪

♪ I really been itchin'
to go the fuck off ♪

♪ I put this Giuseppe heel
in yo' mouth ♪

♪ Bitch, bitch,
it's Tina Montana... ♪

[Jealousy] Niggah neck
'bout to catch the flu.

That ice cold as hell, man.

Ain't it, though?

[crowd chanting] Tina! Tina!

[Jericho] He ain't claim it.

[Mane] That don't mean
he ain't do it.

♪ ♪

[laughs] Ha ha! Oh, shit, okay!

Damn! So this is the Pynk!

Yeah, this it right here.

- Hey!
- Come on!

Welcome y'all!

- [Tina] I like this!
- Over here.

Let me talk to you a second.

[chuckles]

Now, who the fuck
you thank you is

trying to tell me how to
run my club?

Damn, shawty, why you lookin'
a gift horse in the mouth?

[softly] You betta get away from
me fo' I suck yo' dick

- right here, right now.
- Not before you get yo's.

Gone ahead, bwoy, if you
don't want nobody to see.

I don't want another repeat
of Murda Night, now.

I ain't never gone be able
to live that down, am I?

Murda! Where you at?

Yuh. Oh, there she go.

We need to rehearse this shit.

[gasps] Is this the pimp
that run this place?

I am not a pimp.

Though I do likes to rock
a durag and a track suit

every now and again.

Well, shit, bitch, that's what
word on the street is.

Aww, so the legend
of Uncle Clifford

done hit the ears of niggahs
over in Texas, huh?

Mm-hmm. And the legend
of Lil' Murda...

- or should I say Big Murda?
- [Lil' Murda] Aww, Tina.

[Tina] Mm. I can't wait
for you to come hit the stage

down in Houston 'cause you know

everythang
gets bigger down in Texas.

- Is that right?
- Mm-hmm.

- Ready to get on this boat?
- That's what we doin'?

[Tina] Mm-hmm. Open up. Yeah.

- Mm.
- Uh-huh.

[both laughing]

[laughing] It's so nice of you
to drive yo' boat

down to the valley, Tina.

- [Tina] Okay.
- I just hope you enjoy

- what we gots to offer.
- Ooh, ooh, ooh...

You got some bad bitches
in yo' stable!

[Uncle Clifford] You know it!

Some real muthafuckin' hotties
in that locker room,

- almost as stout as mine.
- [Uncle Clifford chuckles]

[Lil' Murda] That's why
niggahs stay slidin' through.

The Pynk got some
of the stoutest bitches around.

- Mm-hmm.
- [Lil' Murda] Yuh.

Well, I'ma let y'all, you know,

work on y'all... performance.

- Thank you.
- Break legs.

Uncle Clifford,
customer waiting for you

in the Paradise Room.

[Tina] Oh, bitch, it's about to
snow in Chucalissa!

Wait a minute... since when you
start gettin' customers?

Well, Paradise Room sho'll got
a way of turnin' niggahs out.

Uh, you ready?

- Yeah.
- Let's go fuck this shit up!

Let's do that.

- Oh, shit, come on!
- [laughing]

[SU-K3Y's "The Vault" plays]

♪ I look like I hit me
a vault ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Look at my drip, my sauce ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ VVS's on me cost ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ I look like
I hit me a vault ♪

- [buzzer]
- ♪ Yeah, I look like ♪

- ♪ I hit me a vault ♪
- [buzzer]

[Toy crying]

♪ I look like
I hit me a vault ♪

What the hell wrong wit' her?

Uncle Clifford
won't let her work tonight.

Kicked her off the floor
and out the door.

- Aww.
- [crying]

You ain't do nothin' but
almost kill her Granmuva.

I ain't the one gave
Ernestine that shit.

Yeaaa, you did.

That's what the wind said.

[Toy] What I'm gone do?

My ass 'bout to get evicted.

Repo man say he comin'
for my car end of the week.

Lights finna get turned off.

I'm...

- I'm so fucked.
- You sho'll is.

You 'bouts to be homeless, sis.

[Whisper] Unless...

[Toy crying]

[eerie music plays]

♪ ♪

I'll pay you back. [Sniffles]

I promise.

This ain't a loan.

That yo' pay.

This for what I think it's for?

Don't worry.
Roulette took care of me.

She can take care of you.

♪ ♪

[door closes]

[edgy music plays]

So you the customer
that's been lookin' for me?

Paradise Room sho'll
ain't what it used to be.

Well, you miss a lot
when you been banished.

Well, I hope you'll forgive
my trespassing.

I just wanted to thank you
for your...

advice the other day.

You could a just sent a text.

Everybody done got used
to texting nowadays.

But I wanted
to give you this...

♪ ♪

...face-to-face.

What in the Pandora
could this be, I wonder.

[Corbin] Open it, find out.

♪ ♪

Bwoy!

Ain't nobody got time to whip
yo' ass today!

- I been missin' it.
- Well, it ain't my fault

you tried to steal all my shit!

Remember, that's why
you ain't set yo' ass

up inside the Paradise Room.
Tuh!

[scoffs] Not no pandemmy.

I did try to take it.
Somebody beat me on that.

But if you let me pay
for this experience

I been missin'...

nice re-design, by the way...

we all might be able
to get back

to the way things used to be.

How much did Autumn
put down at the auction?

♪ ♪

Two hundred and fifty K.

Well, that's exactly how much
I'm willin' to pay

to get what I need and desire.

♪ ♪

[Corbin breathing eagerly]

[Uncle Clifford's nails
clicking]

You sho'll got money
to burn, Corbin Kyle.

Naw, I'd say I got money
to make.

And thanks to you,

it don't matter who wins
or loses tonight.

♪ ♪

[Uncle Clifford's nails stroking
skin]

[box opens]

[Corbin breathing]

♪ ♪

For old times sake?

Ain't nobody hit it
quite like you.

[breathes heavily]

[whip whooshing]

- [whip cracking]
- [Corbin] Aah!

- [whip cracking]
- [Corbin] Aah!

[indistinct chatter]

Another round of shots?

- [both] Yes!
- Whoo!

Naw, that'll be on the house.

Fancy meeting you here.

[Autumn] Sorry I'm just
making my way to y'all.

- It's a packed night.
- That it is.

Why don't you have a drink
with us

before we head on over
to the headquarters,

- hear the results.
- [chuckles]

Sure.

[Corbin] Ooh, slow down, now.

♪ ♪

[intern]
To Mayor Andre Watkins!

To the casino!

- [chuckles]
- Yeah.

♪ ♪

- [Corbin] Whoo!
- [chuckles]

I need to stay sober
so I can remember every detail

about the night
that Andre Watkins

became the Mayor of Chucalissa.

[Big Bone] Alright, y'all,

we got a lot of guests
in the house toniggggghhhttt!

[DJ Neva Scared's "WAZOO"
playing]

[cheers and applause]

Y'all, this the livest
this club done ever been!

We got a hot performance
from the coldest duo out there.

But before that,
let's welcome to the stage

Candidate Andre

Muthafuckin' Watkins!!!

[cheers and applause]

[Andre]
How y'all doing tonight?

[chuckles] I said,
"How y'all doing tonight?"

[cheers and applause]

Y'all up to no good.

Just tryin' to be like you.

[both laugh]

So that's what you bought
with yo' bussdown?

Fiery bitch like me gotsa keep
some water 'round her neck.

I dropped you off
all that money.

You ain't even call me back.
I'm feeling a little bit used.

Please don't talk to me
about feeling u...

- Hey... whoa!
- You got another thing comin',

you think you can hem me up
like that!

Whoa-whoa-whoa... Roulette,

put yo' fire away
for a minute, aight?

Shit.

Just been thinkin' 'bout you.
That's all.

[scoffs]
I gots to get back to work.

You so in the business
of pleasure,

who pleases you?

[gum pops]

White niggah... what?

I said...

who... pleases...

...you?

Gone head you think you bad.

[moaning softly]

[Roulette gasps]

[Andre] A special thanks to
the Pynk Vets for helping me

spread my message.

- You welcome! Ha!
- [cheers and applause]

We might all be
from different corners,

different hoods,
different families,

but what unites us all
is our love for Chucalissa...

[crowd cheering]

...and the things that make
Chucalissa great,

like this beloved Pynk,

or should I say...

[all] THE PANK!!!

[all cheering]

Come on, church!

Come on, church!

Now, y'all enjoy this
grand reeeee-opening.

Shots on me!!!

[crowd cheering]

Andre Watkins, he got next!

Hitkidd's "Freak Junt"
playing...

♪ ♪

- [Autumn laughing]
- That twerk wasn't as good

as Woodbine's, was it?

[Autumn] No. But your heart
was in it... that's what counts.

My heart is in it!

You're gonna wake up
with a crown on your head.

You ready for that?

No.

Crowns land on the heads
that's ready to wear 'em...

my king.

♪ ♪

Hmm.

This is all because of you.

- Oh, stop it.
- No, it's true.

I owe you.

You ever thought
about leasing...

instead of selling?

Well, leasing would mean
I would have to stay.

You ever thought
about that too?

Burying that bag of bones?

[Autumn giggles]

The Mayor of Chucalissa

can't be seen kissing
his mistress.

[dramatic music plays]

Let's get out of here.

I gotta tell you something.

[Uncle Clifford] Pynk Posse,

I know y'all been missin'
my bitches.

But y'all finna get that work
from Whisper,

and Miss M-I crooked letter,
crooked letter-I,

crooked letter,
crooked letter-I,

humpback, humpback-I,

and Rouuuuulette!!!

My bitches finna tear
this house down.

It's the grand
re-re-re-re-Reeeee-opening!

[crowd cheering]

But tonight we also have
another special guest.

Y'all know her as the biggest G
in the game,

Give it up
for Miss Tina Snoooowwww!!

[cheers and applause]

[Tina Snow & Lil' Murda's
"Get it on the Floor" begins]

♪ ♪

♪ Real hot girl shit ♪

♪ Dance like it's niggahs
with some money in this hoe ♪

♪ Mean-mugging bitches, we
ain't fucking with them hoes ♪

♪ Dance like it's niggahs
with some money in this hoe ♪

♪ Throw it in the air,
watch 'em get it on the floor ♪

♪ Man, I'm outta here
like pussy hair ♪

♪ Y'all hoes be
rippin' me off ♪

♪ Bust that shit open
for a big face ♪

♪ Molly and the
Big Comfy Couch ♪

♪ If he ain't makin' me cum ♪

♪ I don't add that
to my body count ♪

♪ You was cute before
you started talkin' ♪

♪ Put this pussy
up in your mouth ♪

♪ Man, these young niggahs
ain't spending like that ♪

♪ Finna find me somethin'
that's old ♪

♪ Wit' yo' granddaddy
sitting real pretty ♪

♪ At the retirement home ♪

♪ Man, I told that niggah
don't play with me ♪

♪ I am really not one of them ♪

♪ You be crying up
in my texts ♪

♪ Don't get bold
in front of your friends ♪

♪ I ain't no magician
but I'm looking for a trick ♪

♪ Big pussy energy,
can't fuck with little dick ♪

♪ Mouth too smart, need
to get a stupid bitch, aye ♪

♪ He ain't finna fuck unless
I'm finna get rich, aye ♪

♪ One shot, two shot,
three shot, four ♪

♪ Tell her open wide,
then I make her drive da boat ♪

♪ Niggah think he slick
tryna fuck me and my friends ♪

♪ He ain't gettin' nothin'
'til we see them Benjamins ♪

♪ Dance like it's niggahs
with some money in this hoe ♪

♪ Mean-mugging bitches, we
ain't fucking with them hoes ♪

♪ Dance like it's niggahs
with some money in this hoe ♪

[Keyshawn exhales]

♪ Throw it in the air,
watch 'em get it on the floor ♪

Goddamn! This bitch
dancin' like this her last.

[Mercedes] I think it is.

Why ain't you up there
in yo' floss?

[Tina] ♪ Some money
in this hoe ♪

♪ Throw it in the air... ♪

Sometimes a bitch
just wanna sit back

and be blessed by some art.

[enchanting music plays]

♪ ♪

♪ Throw it in the air, watch
'em get it on the floor... ♪

Ok, for real for real! I know
y'all ain't think a bitch

was 'bout to get out here
and do this shit by herself?

I want y'all to give it up
for my partner in crown,

Lil' Muuuuurrrrrddddaaa!

♪ They say Lil' Murda
bring them hoes out ♪

♪ They love that gold mouth ♪

♪ Hit da Brinks
and bring them loads out ♪

♪ That boy done showed out ♪

♪ All that ice all on my neck
and wrist ♪

♪ That boy done froze now ♪

♪ Them Dirty Delta
dimes' a dozen ♪

♪ Twerkin' on that pole now ♪

♪ Turn around
and touch ya toes ♪

♪ Lil' Mama, you's a pro ♪

♪ If I hit you
with that Murda dick ♪

♪ You ain't gone leave me
'lone ♪

♪ I can eat that cake
like my birthday ♪

♪ If you ready, then let's go ♪

♪ Bitch, you know you mines,
we ain't doin' no hiding ♪

♪ I'ma fuck you in the open ♪

- Ooh!
- ♪ Lil' Murda's the hottest ♪

♪ I'm poppin', I'm all
about makin' a profit ♪

♪ Who harder than me?
Bitch, stop it ♪

♪ These niggahs ain't gangsta ♪

♪ They floggin', got Gucci
all over my body ♪

♪ Yo' bitch tryna give me
that noggin ♪

♪ I'm fresh out the mud,
wit' mouth full of slugs ♪

♪ Them broke niggas
steady be watchin' ♪

♪ Miss Mississippi
keep shakin' that ass ♪

♪ I make it rain
when I get in my bag... ♪

Aye, aye, niggah, watch
where the fuck you steppin'!

[Mane] Aye, aye, aye,
chill bwoy!

♪ Hit da Pynk where they
bustin' like Draco ♪

♪ Playin' with my name
gone get you a halo ♪

Y'all ain't hear
what Lil' Murda sayin'?

"Keep on playin', gone earn
you a halo."

Draco another one
of y'all niggahs!

- Y'all steady be yappin'!
- Fuck you tryna do, Mane,

wit' yo' bitch ass?

- [Mane] Pussy-ass niggah!
- [indistinct shouting]

Aye, aye, aye, man!
What the fuck y'all doing?!

[Chief-fi-Chief 1] Fuck you,
then!

[patron 1] Fuck this shit,
niggah, come on!

[HV Hustla]
You's a bitch-ass niggah!

[patron 2] God damn, niggahs
always fucking up shit, man!

[glass shattering]

What the fuck
y'all doin', man?

[Lil' Murda] Watch out, niggah!

[dancers screaming]

That's what you trying to do?

[feedback on mic]

- Watch out!
- [Keyshawn screams]

[dramatic music plays]

- [crowd fades/rushing sounds]
- [gasping]

[indistinct shouting]

[muffled shouting]

[HVH] Fuck Chief-fi-Chiefs
niggah!

[patron] Get yo' ass out
the way!

[rushing sounds]

♪ ♪

[Diamond] Come on.

♪ ♪

Come on!

There.

You good?

Everything good?

[Keyshawn's heart beating]

[dreamy music plays]

♪ ♪

Keyshawn...

Diamond... I-I just...

- Keyshawn...
- Diamond...

♪ ♪

[Uncle Clifford]
I need you to BREATHE!

I told you I don't want
another fuckin' Murda Night!

Calm the fuck down!

Talent's all secure.
Got Tina Snow 'nem

- back on the bus.
- Good. Just make sho'

that yo' squad got
this floor under control.

I don't want these folks
to shut my club down

- over no niggah shit.
- Copy that, boss.

They gone mop the floor.
I'ma go sweep the lot.

[both] Aight.

[door opens]

Now, what the hell
made this go left so fast?

Them Chief-fi-Chief niggahs

think 'cause they been
around longer

they can clown us.

I should a let my chopper SANG
on they monkey ass!

- Murda...
- Them niggahs wanna

declare war,
we gone give 'em war!

Put all they asses
in body bags!

Woddy gone be busy,
I promise you that.

Just stop wit' all this
nonsense.

DID YOU SEE THE WAY
THEM NIGGAHS

TRIED TO RUN UP ON ME ONSTAGE?

LIKE I'M SOME FUCKIN' DEER
IN THE CUT!

I'll put another one of they
niggahs in the ground,

I promise you that,
they keep playin' with me.

Is that what I helped you
cover up that night?

- Hmm?
- [breathing heavily]

Is it?

I wet they block up.

But not that night.

That ain't what happened
that night.

That ain't what happened
at all that night.

Alright, well, look, you gone
need to borrow Diamond

when you go out on tour...

Never mind you can't have his
fine caramel-butterscotch-ass...

But you gone need somebody

that can handle all the hell
that's comin' yo' way.

Naw, I'm straight.

I'ma be my own mu'fuckin'
security from here on out.

[sighs] Oh, God...

Oh...

♪ ♪

What the f...

Big L. [Clicks tongue]

♪ ♪

[Autumn moaning]

[both moaning]

♪ ♪

So this is
your campaign manager?

[Big I laughing]

- [Big L] Wake up!
- [laughter]

- Ah, yeah.
- [door slams]

I TOLD YOU I DON'T WANT NO PARTS
OF THIS SHIT!

Can you excuse us, Duffy?

[lighter clicks]

[door closes]

How long you and this cracker

been runnin' drugs
through this club?

You know how much
we done made holdin'?

It don't matter!

I told you, I ain't
about that plug life.

Look, I done seen
whole neighbourhoods

get ran into the ground,
families get torn apart,

- bitches OD...
- We just holdin'.

- Not nothin' else.
- That's what the plug

always say til' his daughter
come up missing in a lake

on account he come up late
on a payment to the big boss.

Now, that's how this shit go,
Big I.

You don't want no parts of it,
and I don't neither!

You could a been Quing,
Clifford.

- [scoffs]
- Stead, you a bitch

- bein' run by another bitch.
- [sharp breath]

Autumn gone sell,

and a whole empire gone
slip thru yo' hands.

This could a been a cornerstone
of something,

something that could last,
but you don't fuckin' see it,

or you just too fuckin' scared!

That's why other people
keep on takin' yo' power!

My daddy always said,
"Trust a snake to be a snake."

Yeah. And you is a snake.

Au contraire, mon frère.

I'm the last snake
you got in yo' garden.

Red bone gone be the end of you.

She finna sell, and yo' empire
gone be gone.

Look, we don't know
what's gone happen tomorrow.

Mm.

- [sniffs] We don't.
- Mm-hmm.

But I know one thing.

If she dead, she can't sell.

You fired, Big I.

You firing me?

After all
I done done for you?

Really, Clifford?!

Huh?! Really?!

I told you

I ain't about that plug life.

[softly] Well, fuck it, then.

I quit.

- [Uncle Clifford] Big I...
- [phone vibrating, ringing]

Hello? Hello?

Wait, wait, wait.
I-I can't hear you.

[eerie jazz music plays]

[echoing] This she.

This about my Granmuva?

Lil' Murda's voice
playing in earbuds...

♪ ♪

[Mercedes] Hey, what you
listenin' to, hmph?

♪ ♪

Something to ease my mind.

These niggahs
got my nerves bad.

- Must be some slaw.
- No, it ain't no slaw.

It's just new, ain't ready
to be ate up yet.

Last time I saw you,
you was just

a little perpetratin' ass
trapper rapper.

- Look at you now.
- Yeah...

Lot done happened since the
last time I was at the Pynk.

Hell, since the last time
I was in this room.

Me too.

How come you ain't dance
wit' the pack tonight?

Can't dance
when you scared of fallin'.

One thing I done learnt
in this little life of mine

is that fallin'
can change a niggah life.

Don't I know it.

Ain't this funny?

I still get nervous around you.

[laughs] Bwoy, bye.

[foot tapping]

Naw, I'm serious.

Got a niggah leg bouncin'
harder

than the way yo' booty
be bouncin'. [Chuckles]

- Niggah, really?
- Naw, shawty.

That's a compliment.

You got that type of ass

that find the grace notes
in a niggah beat.

It vibrate to that 808
like nobody business.

On top of that, the way
you find them drops, mmph.

Makes sense why anything
Mercedes dance to

gets the streets rockin'.

I thought that was yo' girl,
Keyshawn.

Naw, bitch, you's a legend.

A niggah like me
just trying to be.

If you don't mind,

I'd like a legend's opinion
on some shit.

[scoffs]

Niggah, I might hurt
yo' feelings.

I can take a hit.

'Cause that's what legends do.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[Lil' Murda] ♪ ...is just a
second ♪

♪ Ever think about ♪

♪ What it's gone take to kill
a niggah ♪

♪ All you really need is seven
pounds of pressure ♪

[HV Hustla] MAN, Y'ALL REALLY
THANK Y'ALL CAN COME

FOR A NIGGAH WHEN HE GOT HIS
HITTERS?

- Bitch-ass niggah!
- [Diamond] Back the fuck up!

Y'all niggahs
wanna kill each other,

take it off the parking lot!

Aye, aye!

[indistinct shouting]

Don't worry. We gone handle
this shit, Cyntonia.

Did you hear the way
he was taunting us?!

Yappin'
all that gang-gang shit?!

I heard him,
but he might be floggin'.

They pulled 30 rounds
out his chest, Mane!

I feel it in my gut
like I feel this baby.

- Come on. Come on, come on.
- I swear fo' God

- this niggah did that shit!
- Come on, Cyntonia!

That's the niggah
that killed Pico!

Lil' Murda killed him, Mane!

No, no...

[crowd yelling]

[engine turning over]

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[engine turning over]

[indistinct shouting]

♪ ♪

[Uncle Clifford] "I'll be
your sister for life"?

♪ ♪

This how you gone leave...

without even saying bye
to me, heiffa?

I ain't think
you wanted no parts of me.

I don't.

♪ ♪

[inhales deeply]
Something I know...

...life is short.

But more than that...

it's unpredictable.

♪ ♪

So...

♪ ♪

[sniffles] Mm, second chances

is rarer than snow
in Mississippi.

So you go on and you fly now.

Fly on away from here, hmm?

And I don't ever wanna see
yo' beautiful face

around here again.

[fairytale music plays]

Go on. [Sniffles]

♪ ♪

[DJ Neva Scared]
It's your bwoy DJ Neva Scared!

We ain't never scared, hoe!

Aye, y'all done
finished wild in'?

Leave yo' guns
and all that ana at the door!

'Cause it's SHOWTIME
in this biah-biah!

[door closes]

♪ ♪

We 'bout to get
that new-new, bitches!!!

Y'all ready?

I said, are YOU READY!?!?!

Can't nothing shut
the Pynk down

'cause we just getting
STARTED!

[pensive music plays]

♪ ♪

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