Power Book III: Raising Kanan (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - It's a Business, Man - full transcript

Previously, on
"Raising Kanan"...

Pack some sweaters
and your big coat.

- Why?
- We're going campin'.

We got some action
goin' on over here.

Zisa is about
to blow the fuck up.

I'll put our girl up
against anybody.

You stole my song.

I didn't steal anything.
That song was given to me.

That was my song,
and you stole it.

That bitch ass nigga Crown
told you, didn't he?

Look, I know you
probably still twisted



over that situation
with Jessica and Crown,

but I ain't even know
they was kickin' it like that

till after she left.

You know,
the best salesman,

they the ones who fuckin'...

You know, just 'cause
you make gangster music

doesn't make you a gangster.

Look who done
came up in the world.

I told Mr. Stevens
you were my daughter,

and he wants to see
if we share the same voice.

He doesn't share
nothing personal with me.

Well, you're sleeping with him.

It doesn't really get
more personal than that.

She threatened
to call child welfare



and have them take my kid away.

- What you say?
- I mentioned the thing

- about your son.
- What the fuck?

You the heir to this
throne, Kanan,

- if you want it.
- I want it, Ma.

- Leave the kid alone.
- Scout's honor.

Drop the gun.

♪ I'm a hustler, baby
I'm a hustler, baby ♪

♪ Yeah, I know
Heartbreaks, setbacks ♪

♪ Bitch, if I crap out
I'm sure I'ma get back ♪

♪ I been through the ups and
Downs, you know I get around ♪

♪ So to me
It's all a part of the game ♪

♪ If I ain't the coke man
Or the dope man ♪

♪ I'm almost for sure, man
I got to take it ♪

♪ No need to say shit
I'm gon' take it ♪

♪ Robberies turned homicide
It's nothin' to play with ♪

♪ Make money
Make, make, make money ♪

♪ When shit hit the fan
We'll take money, South side ♪

♪ Beef with the best of 'em ♪

♪ Done shot
At the rest of 'em, yeah ♪

♪ Checks, I'm collectin' 'em ♪

♪ Check, boy
I'm finessin' 'em ♪

♪ Bag Supreme
Boy, you fuck around ♪

♪ Put a big bag on your head ♪

♪ Before the weather break
You're dead ♪

♪ Let's get to it, they
Don't do it like we do it ♪

♪ Nah, cop it, whip it
Bag it, flip it ♪

♪ Re-up, we up
G'd up, what up? ♪

♪ Runnin' round this bitch
Still not givin' a fuck, hey ♪

♪ When it come to that paper
There'll be no complications ♪

Ha ha. That's right.

♪ Put a hole in a nigga
Right in front of you ♪

♪ Your heartbeat pacin' ♪

♪ And it's all right ♪

♪ That's how
We do it on this side ♪

♪ Niggas get to it
On this side ♪

♪ I know heartbreaks
Setbacks ♪

♪ Bitch, if I crap out
I'm sure I'ma get back ♪

♪ I been through the ups and
Downs, you know I get around ♪

♪ So to me
It's all a part of the game ♪

♪ If I ain't the coke man
Or the dope man ♪

♪ I'm almost for sure, man
I got to take it ♪

♪ No need to say shit
I'm gon' take it ♪

♪ Robberies turned homicide
It's nothin' to play with ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

When the block get hot,

niggas get nervous,

fingers get all itchy
and shit on that trigger...

always looking over
they shoulders

to see if trouble coming.

But the real ones,
the shot callers,

they know the trouble
always comin'.

So ain't no reason to look,
ain't no reason to be nervous

'cause how the fuck you gonna
be scared a somethin'

that's always there?

That's like being scared
of the fuckin' moon.

The moon ain't going nowhere
nigga, and neither is trouble.

I'ma make this shit short
and sweet for y'all.

We ain't bendin' over
for them Italians.

I know who the fuck they are,

but I also know who the fuck
we are and where we headed.

Now, our shit is way bigger
than Jersey.

That's just a store.
We a fuckin' business.

And I don't know about you
niggas, but I ain't no punk.

Not in New York,
not Jersey, not nowhere.

So we gonna figure this shit
out with these motherfuckers,

but you could be goddamn sure
that we in Newark to stay.

'Cause when you buildin'
like we are,

plantin' our flags
in new territories,

ain't no hill
too small to die on.

Now, if we let them
body us outta Jersey,

it's gonna be open season
on our shit everywhere.

Look, this shit's gonna get
settled and we gonna be a'ight.

Jersey's just
a proof of concept.

We about to be national,
brothers.

So get back at it,
'cause we growin',

and growin' muhfuckers
need to get fed.

That's it.

Newark ain't nearly
worth all this trouble.

What I just say, Lou?

Lou got a point,
though.

Them Jersey niggas are
all about the heron anyway.

You know,
just once I wish

I had somebody up in here who
understood what I'm buildin'.

Okay, if you don't think big,
you gonna stay small.

Look, Kanan gettin' back
in the mix.

I want him to see every piece
of the business

from the ground up.

Need at least one of the men
in this family

to appreciate this damn work.
To see this vision.

Raq,

can I holler
at you right quick?

Yo, give me a minute.

You still fuckin'
with this shit?

This what we do, Uncle Lou.

No.

It's what she do.

Been meaning to
mention this for a minute.

It's delicate and shit,

and I don't wanna overstep
and I'm not sure

you'd even wanna fuck
with this.

Fuck you got, Worrell?
Speak.

So, um...

I heard Toni up
in Westchester, you know,

livin' happily
ever after and shit.

So...
who's the suck a she roped?

I heard she skipped town,

showed back at the Limelight
one night,

met some rich guy
blowing lines,

and then she started
blowing him.

Huh.

Tried and true path
for that bitch.

I just want you to know

that I'm down with you
and whatever you doin'.

I'm loyal.

Yeah, well, fools
who tell you they loyal,

they the exact fools
you gotta worry about.

Get the shit out already.
I ain't got all day.

'Nique got connect
with them Italians.

He in with the old man's son.

They known each other
for a minute.

And I suppose you know this
'cause you and 'Nique

bumped into each other
on the A train?

I ran with the nigga for years.

We connect from time to time.

But I work for you.

Just saying 'Nique might be
able to smooth this shit out.

And from where I'm standin',

he owes you.

You ready to order?

Oh, you can give me some time.
I'm waiting for someone else.

So now you see.

Ninety-five percent of what I
do is calmin' these fools down.

- Pshh.
- Keepin' they eyes

on the prize.

Now, look, your grandmother
she used to say,

"God gave men dicks so they
have somethin' to play with

while they women
did all the work."

- Your ma talked like that?
- Boy...

you don't know?

Don't let the church noise
fool you.

Your grandmotha,
she got a mouth on her.

But you not gonna be
like these other brothers.

You gonna be a leader.

A general.

You gonna handle
your business.

Thanks for pulling these.

Wasn't a whole lot
of heavy lifting involved.

I found that
any lifting at all

seems to be a problem
around here.

My, uh...

my dad sends his best.

No, he doesn't.

You got me.

Plus, my dad's best is
everybody else's worst anyways.

You said it, I didn't.

What's this gap
between '74 and '76?

He take a leave of absence
or something?

He could've
if he shot someone,

but this file'd be about ten
times thicker if that happened.

Could be undercover work.

That wouldn't go in his
regular employment file.

They keep that information
real close.

I didn't know
he worked undercover.

More coffee?

Okay.

We're closed.

I don't think they
here for alterations, Ricardo.

Take a break.

If it isn't the muhfuckin' gang
who couldn't shoot straight.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Matter of fact,
I been meanin' to ask you,

how you miss this big nigga
with a Tec-9?

While his head in between
his bitch's legs

and his back
turned towards you?

I thought you was
a professional, Brother Lou.

Wasn't Worrell's time.

You know what?

I got a different theory.

You missed that nigga
on purpose.

I mean, it's clear to me.

You just ain't got the heart
for this no more, kid.

Your head's out the game.

I mean,
I could smell it on you.

That's your stank-ass
breath, nigga.

Look, enough of the bullshit.

I don't know, Raq.

This one shaky.

Can't seem to keep
a steady hand no more.

Fuck you, 'Nique.

I got Italian problems,
'Nique.

Bosellis.

Now, what the fuck you
doin' out in New Jeruz, Raq?

I got interests out there.

And the Bosellis,
they in the way.

And I'm hearin' that
you got connects to them.

Hmm. Well, I'm not sure
how much help I could be.

I mean, I guess you could say
Marco Boselli is a friend.

After all, I did
help him outta some shit

when I was in Queens County,

but ain't like him
and I got bidness or nothin'.

Sound like to me he owe you.
And you owe me.

Add that up, and it looks like

we gonna be takin' a trip
out to Jersey together.

No. I ride solo, Raq.

No, we carpoolin', nigga.

It's cool.

As long as
I get to sit next to you.

Yo, uh, I know you don't
trust this motherfucker.

No, of course not.

Don't trust
that one neither.

We ain't got no choice
right now,

'cause if 'Nique's links
to the Italians is legit,

then he our best shot
at squashing this shit

without bodies droppin'.

I need you to set-up a parley
with the Bosellis.

Do it somewhere out in the open
so they don't

blast the fuck outta us
before we start talkin'.

It's real convenient

how this shit made 'Nique
useful all of a sudden.

Now you're startin'
to look like my daughter.

Ohh... yes.

No more work boots,
sweatshirts.

A young woman should
look like a young woman.

Now turn around
so I can get the full effect.

There.

You are stunning.

Here's the green.

All right, try this one on.

This the last one?

The last one at this store.

My job is... is high stress, man.

Lots of employees
who all got complaints,

customers
who all got complaints.

Then we got these competitors,

muhfuck...

Fools.

Fools who...

who always want what we got.

They always on our ass.

Did everyone notice

that Marvin just
modified his language?

He was about to say a word,

and he stopped himself
because he felt

like maybe it wasn't...

the appropriate forum.

Words matter, my friends.

In here and out there.

And sometimes our words
themselves can be angry,

and they can cause
others to feel...

attacked or defensive.

Yo, I... yo, I been
trying to use, you know,

what we been learnin'
from this class at work,

you know,
th-the breathing and whatnot,

but it don't always take.

Well, the fact
that you're trying

is all that matters.

Just remember,
giving in to your anger

is the easy way out.

That is so true.

'Cause I be wantin' to slap
the shit out of a guy.

You remember.

But being angry
is just not a good look.

You know, I-I'm openly,
uh, a-attractive.

- Aggressive.
- Something like that.

Thank you, everyone.
Great work today.

Great work today, Marvin.

Should we stop
and get something to eat?

I know
shopping makes me hungry.

Yo, Juke!

Where you been girl?

Been around.
Just doin' what I do.

Yeah?
What's up with the gear?

Just...

switchin' it up
a little bit, that's all.

That ain't no lil' switch.

You payin' for shit now?

I'm Laverne's mother.

Laverne? Who the fuck Laverne?

What's your name,
young man?

I'll get wit' you later, Juke.

Yo, we out.
Hey, who knew Juke fine?

Friend of yours?

- Just a guy I know.
- Oh.

I think I'm hungry after all.

So what happened
to being in Jersey?

He told me there's a
pizza place he likes out here.

- Pizza?
- Mm-hmm.

Psshh.

Have you heard
from Unique at all?

Left word a few times.
Ain't hear shit back.

Fix is in, niggas.
Get ready.

Speaking of...

Spanish rap music plays...

I never have
the same conversation twice,

but when Unique asked me
to do it as a favor to him,

I couldn't refuse.

He's a close friend
of the family.

- Yeah, ours too.
- Yeah.

Prince among men,
this one, huh?

This drama between you
and me has gotten out of hand.

Look, the only reason
you and The Pips

are still breathin'

is because Jimmy here told me
what happened in the Catskills.

That's not how
we conduct ourselves.

We don't fuck with kids.
Not yours or anyone else's.

And now that our friend
is vouching for you,

I've decided to do
something I never do...

Revisit settled business.

Walk wit' me.

Come on, join us.

Unique was tellin' me
that, uh,

the two of you have
tangled in the past?

Yeah,
I was telling Sal that, uh,

we were competitors at a point.

Now we work together.

Something like that.

Yo, let me ask this.

You live near
Eddie Murphy in Jersey?

Yo, Lou, w-what's Eddie's spot
out there called again?

I mean, Eddie's so rich,

his house got a name and shit.

I mean, like,
he birthed the muhfucker.

- What's it called?
- Bubble Hill.

Bubble Hill.

Yo, man, I drove by there
a few times just to peep it.

Shit's bananas.
I ain't even know

they let niggas live
in a area like that.

They do if you Eddie Murphy.

Yeah, well, I don't live
in Jersey.

I'm in Westchester.

Scarsdale.

Scarsdale.

Word.

I'm willing to carve off
a few points in my interest

in your business in Newark.

There will be no negotiation,
though, Raquel.

I appreciate you workin'
with me, Mr. Boselli.

We good?

One amendment to our agreement.

Unique gonna run
the operation in Newark.

I want someone there
I know and trust.

No Unique, no deal.

Well, like I said...

'Nique family.

Ah.
Let's go to Totonno's.

You and Worrell
cooked this whole shit up.

His cousin out in Jersey,

your connects
to these pizza niggas.

Vito Corleone here forcin' you
on me and my business?

Shit just a happy accident,
Raq.

There ain't nothin'
happy about it.

It's a long game, 'Nique.

Ain't about who startin'.
It's about who finishes.

I ain't gonna lie.

Feel like I just hit
the buzzer beater, though.

Excuse me.

We're going to Totonno's.

♪ Speedin' slow,
Green light go ♪

♪ You know I'm down
For whatever, yo ♪

♪ Uhh, whatever,
Drinkin' 40s on the benches ♪

♪ I'm with the business ♪

♪ Right or wrong,
Make no difference ♪

- ♪ Never mingle ♪
- What up yo?

Peace.

♪ Raise the stakes
Like a wager out in Vegas ♪

They expectin' you
at the bodega.

Damn.
How much in here?

Yo, the brown bag guy

don't ask questions.

He just move shit
from one spot to another.

I'm supposed to be learnin',
Ready.

And I'm teachin', nigga.

They waitin' on you
at the bodega, brown bag guy.

You wanna stop
with this brown bag guy shit.

I'll catch y'all later.

♪ Speedin' slow,
Green light go ♪

♪ You know I'm down
For whatever, yo ♪

Pshh.

Yo, I had some fine biddies

come to the crib last weekend.

On some Benetton United
Colors of the world shit too.

- Pshh...
- White, Asian.

Even had some Indian bitch
pull up to the spot.

But you and your moms gonna be

too busy huntin' bears
in the fucking forest.

Famous,
when you goin' home, man?

The fuck
I'm going back home for?

I got my own shit.
You're not listening to me.

Fly-ass necklace, Famous.

That's why
it's on my neck, nigga.

- Not no more, it ain't.
- Hey, man.

Get the fuck
outta here, Freddy.

You know this shit ain't right.

I don't give a fuck about you,
your family or nothin', Kanan.

That's right.
I'm that nigga.

The nigga
you need to be scared of.

So you gonna die for that rope?

Run the rest of his shit.
Grab that bag.

Hey, hey.
What the fuck?

Tellin' you, Freddy,
you fuckin' up, man.

Been hearin' that
my whole life.

But I'm still out
here perpetratin'

and gettin' this money.

That's how shit works,
my niggas.

Street math.
Don't take it personal.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

I mean, my shit
was gold-plated anyway, K.

Nigga, the money
was in that bag.

Raq's money?

First day on the job

and I'm already out here
getting taxed.

This nigga's got me lookin'
like a straight fuckin' clown.

That's a'ight though.

We're gonna go
get that shit back.

I don't know.
Freddy don't play, K.

I mean, maybe he right
about all this shit.

It's just the way
the world works.

Hey, we got took.
The shit happens to everybody.

Not to me.

Not no more.

So even if I take a loss

on a piece here and there,
it still cleans my money.

Just like the one
I just bought, right?

I mean,
if it never appreciates,

I'm okay with that.

I won't be cryin'
in my champagne.

Hey, I'm gonna
need a hand

loading that painting
into your car.

Uhh...

Well, there's your hand, bitch.

What you want, another one?

Now, when I paid for this shit,
packing was included.

So you get that motherfucker,
and you take it down to my car

right now
and never interrupt me again.

Well, there is a small step

between insubordination
and insurrection.

Now, you always gotta keep
the people who work for you

in check, Raq.

Jesus.

So where the shit
you cleaning come from?

New York is all spoken for,
Jersey mad crowded too.

Ah, Tri-State
is way too competitive.

It's just too much supply.

That's why the margins
are always gettin' squeezed.

No,
I look to greener pastures,

places where the market
isn't so glutted.

D.C., Baltimore,

Norfolk.

They have nowhere near
the access to product

that heads have here,

and that's why they're
willing to pay multiple

on what you get in New York.

See, down there, I'm what they
call vertically integrated.

Not only am I the supplier,

but my people
handle distribution.

Catchin' every piece
of the business.

So I got a whole
network of niggas

who will pay
whatever the price I set.

It's turnkey
like a motherfucker.

I am a one-man monopoly.

Uh...

it's loaded.

My man.

Shall we?

You ever not in the studio?

Ain't shit out there
for me.

I'm out there.

Cartier's pissed
he hasn't heard the song

on the radio yet.

He ain't the only one.

He said if he
doesn't hear it soon,

he's taking me somewhere else.

Tell Cartier I'm on that shit.

Keep his radio on
and his ears open.

How come you never told me

that that song you gave
me was your niece's?

She stepped to me outside
my parents' house.

She was crazy upset.

She sing it better than me?

It ain't about better.

Y'all sing it differently.

When I sing, I imagine
I'm singing to someone.

Just me and somebody.

Mm-hmm.

Alone.
And I'm singing to him.

Who you singin' to, Zisa?

Who you think, Lou?

The fuck, man?

What?

You ain't got
a knife around here?

A bat? Nothin'?

I don't cook
and I don't play baseball.

I'm sorry.
I'm not that Spanish, nigga.

Unfuckin-believable.

Matter of fact,

think I know who got somethin'.

What you need a knife for?

Just gettin' our cook on
in Fame's spot, Corinne.

Y'all don't look like
no chefs to me.

Who the hell are chefs
supposed to look like?

Not you.

And what...
you just need a knife?

What about spoons and spatulas
and all that other shit?

Oh, so Corrine's a chef, now?

Look, you got a couple of
knives we could use or not?

Oh, so now it's two.

Corinne?

You don't ever get
in the way of a man

who wants to put in work
in the kitchen.

I think I have exactly
what you need, Kanan.

Follow me.

♪ All the niggas
Chasin' her ♪

♪ Got the whole herd
Chasin' her ♪

♪ You know what I'm sayin',
She keep a little some thin... ♪

See?
Your mother know what's up.

When niggas wanna sauté,
grill and shit,

you learn how to step
out the damn way.

Shut up, Famous.

Sounded to me like this
might be just what you need

for whatever you two cookin'.

It gets real hot
in that kitchen, Kanan.

♪ We gots gangsters ♪

♪ All the niggas
Chasin' her ♪

♪ Got the whole herd
Chasin' her... ♪

I wouldn't want you
to get burned, baby.

♪ All the niggas
Chasin' her... ♪

Oh, fuck!

It's time to do
that street math, nigga.

Hope your punk-ass
know how to subtract.

Grab that shit.

Grab the bag.

Make sure
the money is in there.

- We good?
- Soon... soon as we peeped

that shit,
we was gonna give it back, man.

That ain't the business we in.

That ain't the kind of trouble
we looking for.

It's too late for that, Freddy.

- You done found it.
- No.

Fuck!

Shit, K!

Yo, yo, K, yo.
Nigga, let's go!

Yo!

We gotta go. Let's go.

Let's fucking go.

You went hard on that nigga.

Yeah, that way the motherfucker
thinking about getting payback,

he remember
what the fuck we do.

Nigga, what you do.

- Shit, the five-O!
- Fuck!

- Hey!
- Fuck!

- Stop right there!
- Ow...

Don't fuckin' run!

What the... shit!

I ain't do shit. Fuck.
I ain't do shit.

Ten-thirty
four assault in progress.

PBSQ responding.

Let's go.

You got him?

- One seventeen Adam.
- Fuck!

We have one other.

Please notify patrol
supervisor.

We're headin' in.

So...

So aside from
the Italian craziness...

...how'd shit go with, uh, with
Kanan up in the woods and all?

You mean other than
these Mafia motherfuckers

trying to kill me, how was shit
around the campfire?

I'm just asking.

I mean, did you two
connect at all?

Kanan at a age
where he keeps to himself.

You know, he used to tell me
everything.

No secrets.

Now he just got me guessing.

It's like he havin'
a whole conversation

about me in his head

and I ain't got
no kind of say in it.

At least Kanan
having a conversation.

Juke done wrote me off.

I don't even try to...

figure into what the fuck
she thinking.

Far as she concerned,
she an orphan now.

No mama or daddy no more.

Look...

there's some shit
you need to know.

Before I speak on it,
I need to say my piece.

And I wasn't gonna say nothin'
outta respect for Juke

and I was gonna
let y'all handle it.

But how the fuck you knock
around your daughter

like she a nigga
from the neighborhood?

What was you thinkin'?

You think Daddy ever put
his hands on me like that?

Hell no.

Look, I helped raise Jukebox.

As far as I'm concerned,
she mine too.

So when you put
your hands on her,

you put your hands on me.

And you do the shit again,
I'll kill you myself, nigga.

Yeah, I know. I-I...

- I fucked up.
- Yeah. You did.

Juke in touch with Kenya.

What the fuck you just say?

Kenya is here, Marvin.
She living up in Harlem.

Juke's mom is... is uptown
and she talking to her?

Yeah, she went
looking for her mama.

This on you.

She went looking
for what you wasn't givin'.

When you find out?

Other day.

How long this been going on?

Not long.

This bitch Kenya
wanna show up 16 years later

to a party already bought
and paid for

so she can blow out
the fucking candles on a cake?

Ma, Ma, we gotta go, a'ight?

Look... look... look,
they... they grabbed Famous.

They threw him
in the back of a car.

All right, just take a breath.
Breathe.

What... what... who grabbed
up Famous?

Five-O, Ma... they took him,
a'ight? We gotta go.

Well, what-what for?
What'd he do?

I don't know... he probably
had weed in his pocket

or somethin'... it don't matter.
We gotta go now.

No, that shit ain't on us.

Famous is my boy, Ma.
I can't leave him in there.

We don't pay to take on
other people's problems.

Famous... that's on his family.
Not ours.

Uncle Marv.

What she said.

Shit.

He's got a son, Adina.
A fucking kid.

And he's never
mentioned it to anyone.

This pro could be lying.

She gives you something juicy

that gets you
to leave her alone.

No, she's not lyin'.
I can tell.

And Howard worked undercover,
by the way.

For a couple of years.

So he's used
to keeping secrets.

So what if...

Yeah?

What if I wanted
to stay the night?

Are you asking me
if I'm okay with it

or are you asking yourself
if you're okay with it?

I guess both.

I've missed you.

Yeah, I've missed you too.

I can't get hurt again,
Shannon.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Ha ha. Ain't seen you
in a dress, um...

since Easter when you were
two years old.

Yo, K,
pass the potatoes, man.

And the salt.

What you tryin' to say
about my potatoes?

I ain't say nothin'
about the potatoes.

Said somethin' about the salt.

Uncle Lou,
Famous got arrested today.

And Mom just
lettin' him sit there.

Look, we already talked
about it, Kanan,

and ain't nothin' left to say.

It ain't right to just
let him sit there though.

That's my brother.

Yeah, well, your brother
got a different mother.

So she gonna have
to deal with that.

♪ They got me
In lock-up ♪

♪ 'Cause I pick my Glock up ♪

♪ These niggas
Get they talk up ♪

♪ They body getting
Chalked up ♪

♪ Movin' on this rock up ♪

♪ To beam your ass
Like Spock up ♪

Mm.

Yo.

You don't want none a this,
nigga.

"Streets Need a Body."

That's you, right?

Shit, yeah.

Yeah, that's me.
Shit's dope, right?

I don't listen to that noise.

And I seen a gang a your
tapes in the trash, anyway.

Shit must be garbage.

♪ I, I, I'm
Comin' far, baby... ♪

Juke.

Um... catch it with you later.

Wanna hear about
what you been doin'.

Night, Kanan.

♪ I can't
Control that you ♪

♪ Movin' down the line ♪

♪ I come apart, baby ♪

♪ But that's okay ♪

♪ Trouble man comin' my way ♪

The police got the money.

Wait... what?

The cops took the money, man.

The shit you was
moving from Baisley?

We was on our way
down to the bodega

and then outta nowhere,
some fools jacked us.

- Who?
- And it don't matter who.

The point is
we got the money back.

That's when Five-O rolled up.

They snatched Famous and
the bag with the money in it.

Your mom count
every fucking penny, Kanan.

Best you give her a heads up
before she do the math.

What the hell? No.

That's why I need to
get Famous out...

The money get out with him.

You think them dirty-ass cops

gonna give up all that loot?

Hell no. They already
splitting that shit up

between 'em to go pay for some
pussy over at Hunt's Point.

And don't look at me
for no assist.

Your mom all up
in Lou-Lou's ass right now,

just how I like it...
I need her eyes off me.

She always stand
in your direction, nigga.

♪ You got me singin' ♪

♪ Yeah yeah ♪

So was it true
what 'Nique said?

That you missed Worrell
on purpose that night?

I don't know.

I told you I don't wanna do
that type of work no more.

Maybe it got in my head.
Some subconscious type shit.

But I'll tell you
that Tec-9 did jam.

Shit real.

Seems like your subconscious
fucking you up

on your other job too.

Your boy came to talk to me.

Crown.

He said he was looking
for a way to get out

from underneath
all y'all's bullshit.

He asked me
to help him move you.

Said you wasn't no good
at the music shit.

Ha. That you was just
gettin' in the way.

Why you telling me this, Raq?

Pssh.

Hell if I know.

You know, maybe it's my
subconscious speaking to me,

tellin' me
that I should just accept

that you ain't down no more.

That I should just
let you go after all.

In fact, maybe
it's not my subconscious.

Maybe it's my conscious.

♪ I come apart, baby ♪

♪ But that's okay ♪

♪ Trouble man comin' my way ♪

♪ I come apart, baby ♪

♪ I been for real, baby ♪

♪ Gonna keep movin' ♪

♪ Gonna blow this town ♪

Hello?

Marvin.

Hi, Marvin.

Bad enough you left.

Even worse...

you never looked back.

Then you just show up after
all the real work's been done

and think you can collect
a damn check.

I ain't looking for no check.

I just want a relationship
with my daughter.

She stopped being
your daughter

the day you up and bounced

to become
some bootleg Anita Baker.

She never stopped
being my daughter.

And I never stopped
bein' her mother.

Ain't nobody need you
back here, Kenya.

I should've been here.
And I wasn't.

I'm sorry, Marvin.

You left.

Stay gone.

♪ Take it all in ♪

♪ Whoever come again
Get this call in ♪

♪ Take it all in ♪

♪ Whoever come again,
Get this call in ♪

Ain't gonna make more
of this than necessarily.

'Nique gonna be
running shit out here.

Now, it's nothing personal.

It's just that's change
gotta be made.

This muhfucker?

I don't get it.

Well, you don't need to.

Now, you can either be
his lieutenant

or you could find other work.

But we're grateful
for you and your time.

This shit
don't feel like grateful.

It ain't about you
and your fucking feelings.

It's business.

Raq, this muhfucker
ain't been around.

He don't know
how shit work out there.

You reading from
the book I wrote, son.

Fuck this and fuck y'all.

Best of luck then, brother.

Fuck you.

You a guest here, nigga.

Don't be puttin' your feet up
on the fucking furniture.

♪ Take it all in ♪

♪ Whoever come again,
Get this call in ♪

♪ Take it all in ♪

♪ Whoever come again,
Get this call in ♪

♪ Take it all in ♪

♪ Whoever come again
Get this call in ♪

All right, come on.

- Got him?
- Yep.

Let's go.

Can't never say Fame
never did time again, nigga.

Hard time, at that.
We good.

Hard time?
You was in a holding cell.

It felt hard to me.

Plus, I got some real shit
to rhyme about now.

- Yo.
- What's up?

Everything is in here.
Your mans made sure of that.

Good lookin' out.

Let me holler at you
right quick.

Want you to read
what's in there.

What's this?

The answers to questions
you still might have.

I'll check it out later.

Hey, yo.

I'm treading lightly

'cause it's still early
in this thing between us.

But when we make a plan
to meet somewhere,

I expect you to show up.

Shit.

Don't have me sitting
around waiting on your ass.

You right. It's my bad.

We even have a car.

That's my... that's
my shit right there.

Your man's a clown,
by the way.

You should
hang out with us.

- Mm-mm.
- Popularity gonna be

through the roof...
Shit you not.

That's just Famous.

Come on, now.

I got my own
fucking crib.

- The fuck is you...
- My own crib, nigga.

You just got out,
and you over there

tryin' to talk to girls?

You know, it was one thing

when I heard that you was
smashing Jess behind my back.

But I ain't one to let bitches
get in the way of business.

The fuck you know
about business, Lou?

You in over your head.

So deep, you don't even know
which way is up, nigga.

You and I know
you can't do this shit.

Not without me.
Everybody know.

That why you went around me?

To my sister?
You want me out the label?

All you are
is Raq's baby brother.

That's all you ever gonna be.

Hmm.

Niggas say
this shit's all business.

That it's never personal.

Yeah, fuck that.

Sometimes it gets personal.

Real personal.

And when that shit happens,
bodies start droppin'.

Fast and fucking hard.

Aah...

Uhh... uhh...

Hurt niggas hurt niggas.

So what we gonna do
with him now?