Wu-Tang: An American Saga (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Impossible - full transcript

A bird's eye view of Wu.

You think
we gon' get married

and have kids that turn out
like Darius and Darren?

You don't get it.

I don't know
if I could ever forgive myself

for the‐‐
the pain I caused,

but I want to change.

‐ I'm releasing you on parole.

Eight months
in a rehab facility
of the court's choosing.

♪ Killa, Killa Hill,
who got the hype shit? ♪

Damn, son.
‐ You hear that?

You definitely
found your lane.



That beat is hard.

I heard Divine
getting out today.

‐ Yeah.

‐ Tell your brother
I said, "What's up?"

‐ Linda, where's your sister?
‐ My sister?

‐ I can tell
when I've worn out my welcome.

Your pig sister
cheated on the numbers.

Somebody else
has gotta make it right.

‐ Yo, my moms is in trouble.

‐ I want back in.
‐ You just got out.

Your PO's watching
your every move.

Yo, if you need money‐‐
DIVINE: Nah.

No, no, no, I'm good.

‐ If you wanna go
down that road,



you're gonna have to go alone.

Don't you got a curfew?

♪ ♪

‐ Who's Mom
talking to upstairs?

- Jerome.
- Jerome?

I hear from him.

Any time his black ass
need money.

♪ It's true
that all the men you knew ♪

♪ Were dealers who said they
were through with dealing ♪

♪ Every time
you gave them shelter ♪

♪ I know that kind of man ♪

♪ It's hard
to hold the hand of anyone ♪

♪ Who is reaching for the sky
just to surrender ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Who is reaching for the sky
just to surrender ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And then sweeping up
the jokers ♪

♪ That he left behind ♪

♪ You'll find he did not
leave you very much ♪

♪ Not even laughter ♪

♪ He was just some Joseph
looking for a manger ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And leaning
on your windowsill ♪

♪ He'll say one day you caused
his will to weaken ♪

♪ With your love
and warmth and shelter ♪

♪ And then taking
from his wallet ♪

♪ An old schedule of trains ♪

♪ He'll say, I told you
when I came I was a stranger ♪

♪ I told you when I came
I was a stranger ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I told you when I came
I was a stranger ♪

‐ Jerome?

‐ Hey, beautiful.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Did you play sports
when you were a kid?

Did I play sports?

Well, don't you know, I had
my own uniform and everything.

I was number 40,
after Gale Sayers.

‐ Who's that?

‐ Only the best running back
and my number one hero.

‐ Spider‐Man's my hero.

‐ Sayers was a hero
on and off the field.

Wasn't just the best
running back.

Did a lot of good things
to help people.

‐ I wanna be
a running back too.

‐ My man.

‐ What y'all cutting up about
in there?

I would come home
after practice every day

to a big old house.

Yard full of green grass,
a fence, and everything.

‐ For real?

‐ And there's a house
just like it

waiting for us in Ohio.

‐ Like this?

‐ There ain't hardly no grass
in there.

I'm talking about a yard...

this big.

‐ For real?

‐ As real as I'm sitting here
right now.

The air is even cleaner there.

Take a deep breath in.



‐ See?

In Ohio, ain't no coughing.

It's clean.

Easy living.

- They got cows in Ohio?
- Yeah.

Cows, goats, horses.

- You name it.
- I wanna ride a horse.

When we get to Ohio,

I'll take you horseback riding,
for sure.

‐ Randy.

You do know your daddy's
messing with you, right?

I ain't messing around.

There's a tiny little sliver
of land in Ohio

that I've been sitting on
for years now.

The thing is,

this tiny little sliver of land
got minerals in it.

‐ Oh.

‐ And there's a energy company

wants to take it
off my hands bad.

With the clean air,

green grass,
and a real kitchen.

You'd even get your own room.


You gonna throw in

the Verrazzano Bridge,
seal the deal?

‐ You won't be laughing
when I put you

in that dream house
you always wanted.

It ain't gon' be
no rental neither.

‐ All right,
what other fairy tales you got

to tell me about Ohio?

‐ I already got the house
picked out.

Got a job lined up,
pays real good.

Because, you see...

sometimes...

fairy tales do come true, baby.

‐ Okay.

Come on here with me.

You wanna tell me
your little stories, fine.

But leave that boy alone.

He believe anything you say.

‐ Nah, I told you already.

This ain't no story.

But look here...

you wanna hear a story?

I'm happy
to tell you one later.

At bedtime.

‐ Don't even.

I got too much
on my plate right now, Jerome.

But you're welcome
to come visit Randy

anytime you'd like.



‐ Why you slamming the door?

‐ Hey, yo, shut up, son.

‐ The stupid VCR
doesn't work again.

♪ Yo, here we go,
here we, here we go ♪

♪ Yo, here we go,
here we, here we go ♪

♪ Yo, here we go,
here we, here we go ♪

♪ Who got the hype shit? ♪

♪ Killa Hill,
Killa, Killa Hill ♪

♪ Who got the hype shit? ♪

♪ Killa Hill,
Killa, Killa Hill ♪

♪ Who got the hype shit?
Killa Hill ♪

Damn, Shotgun,
you killed this shit.

Bobby came through
on this beat, son.

Word up,
yeah, you know,

Bobby got all the beats.

You gonna call me,
superstar?

Oh, you know I will.

Better be the right number too.

Catch you later.

‐ A'ight, dog.

‐ It's gon' crazy.

Love. Word up.
‐ Word.

‐ Damn.

This shit is still
in heavy rotation.

You gonna give LL
a run for his money.

‐ Shit, with the ladies too.

Yo, I'm gonna call you
later tonight!

You better!
‐ For real!

A'ight!

- ‐ So, the music.
- ‐

Yo, I told you
I was gonna be good.

'Bout to get paid
with this rap shit.

‐ Yeah, and when you do,
don't forget about your boy.

You know I can't be doing
what I do forever.

‐ Yo, when I blow up,
I'll take you with me, son.

That's my word.
‐ That's my word.

That's my word.

A'ight, boy.

Yo, yo, you got
the party still going!

Damn.

He got the whole
Killa Hill behind him.

And that's a beautiful thing.

I'ma need a dub of that shit
for the whip.

Know what I'm saying?
‐ Yeah.

‐ Say, let me get
a little crill

and I'll get you back
by Friday, man.

- Come on.
- Fuck outta here.

You playing with us right now?
You think it's a fucking game?

My son over here
talking to y'all

about fucking layaways
and shit.

What‐‐hold on,
hold on, hold on.

Wait a second.
Take this scully shit, nigga.

Get the fuck outta here, man!
Get the fuck outta here!

What's wrong with these niggas?
‐ Leave that man alone!

You never know
what someone's been through

or where they come from.

How dare y'all treat
another black man that way?

‐ Let's get the fuck out
of here.

You ought
to be ashamed of yourselves.

‐ Afternoon, Ms. Burgess.

You making magic quilts
up there again?

‐ I wish they were magic.

Might make more money
selling them if they had that.

‐ My mother
still uses the quilt

that you made for her
on her birthday

with all the jazz musicians
on it.

She says it keeps her mood up
in winter.

Thank you.
‐ You're welcome.

‐ You know what would
keep my mood up?

‐ What?

‐ If you told these boys
to act right.

- ‐ Mm.
- They listen to you.

‐ Yes, ma'am.

- ‐ Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I'm telling you,

this world needs Nina today
more than ever.

Curtis, remember that time
we saw her together

at Washington Square Park
at the protest?

Hmm.

You whispered, "Don't look now,

but Nina Simone
is right behind you."

I thought you had
lost your mind.

Then she turned around

with that great big smile.

♪ From the depths
of the Killa ♪

♪ To the top of Now Born ♪

♪ Wildin' on Staten Island
comes the poet Shotgun ♪

♪ Can't forget Bobby,
'cause if I did,
I'd feel gypped ♪

♪ Like my sandwich
ain't a sandwich ♪

♪ Without Miracle Whip,
I'm here to wake up ♪

♪ Emcees who say
the Staten ain't strong ♪

♪ You damn near in a coma,
you been sleepin' so long ♪

♪ Get took in
whether in Brooklyn
or the Island of Stat ♪

♪ Get blitz for takin' shit
no matter where you at ♪

♪ So wear you gold
if you choose to roam ♪

Yo.

‐ Hey, yo, what you doing
over here, son?

‐ Shit, you know.

Just seeing, uh,

how my shit playing out
over here.

♪ Killa Hill,
Killa, Killa Hill ♪

‐ Yo, you gave this beat
to Shotgun?

Fucking soundtrack to my life.

♪ Killa, Killa Hill,
who got the hype shit? ♪

‐ You good?

‐ Yeah, I'm good, son.

You a'ight?

‐ Yeah, yeah, yeah.

About to, uh, go over here
and handle some BI.

♪ ♪

I'ma catch you,
though, all right?

♪ ♪

It's fire, Shot.
It's real good.

♪ ♪

♪ Birds of a feather
flock when they spot bread ♪

♪ You can spot him
in the drop spot
with the top shed ♪

♪ Kept calm, never sweat,
left with a goddess ♪

♪ Yes, mommy, fresh chest
bustin' out her dress ♪

♪ Temptress with the fishnets
kept the kid set, uh ♪

♪ Winners never lose,
the beginners get bruised ♪

♪ You could wear my same size
never fit into my shoes ♪

Yo.

♪ Watch with snake eyes
as I get into the groove ♪

♪ I'ma make the cakes rise
in the kitchen ♪

Rebel.
‐ ♪ Watch with snake eyes ♪

♪ As I get into the groove ♪

♪ Watch with snake eyes ♪

‐ You should
write that shit down.

‐ You should have
put me on that track, man.

I been fucking flowing
with this shit so much

I feel like I'm already on
that motherfucker, man.

‐ That shit's ill, right?

‐ Listen, dog,
first car to pull out

this parking lot today
was bumping that shit, man.

Kids on the way to school

dancing before they catching
they 8:15 bus.

You know the fat little kid
who be walking around

by himself and all that?

Shorty was bumping
that shit, man.

‐ The fuck is your ass
getting up so early for, huh?

‐ Look, man, they bump
that joint 57 times
just this morning,

and that's all before
the mailman made it

ten minutes late
than his usual shift,

know what I mean?

‐ You remind me
of that inspector
from The Pink Panther

with the mustache
and the magnifying glass
and shit.


This nigga crazy.

‐ Hey, yo, you, uh...

You sell that shit?

‐ Listen, man, it's too cold
to be standing outside

selling that tea weed, man.

‐ Yo, you told me
that you was gon' sell
that shit for me.

No, no, no.

You asked me
if I could sell it for you.

And I will, eventually.

‐ A'ight, man.

Let me see how much you got.

Yo, this is it?

‐ Yeah.

‐ So what you stressing for?

I thought you had Wall Street
on lock and whatnot?

‐ Fuck it.
‐ Yo, what's good?

‐ Fuck it, man.
I gotta bounce, all right?

‐ Yo, Bobby, what's up
with that track, though, man?

Hey, Ma.

Hey, uh, a little short today,

but, uh...

‐ Well, we're good.

Oh, yeah?

How is that?

‐ Well, thank God
I got a lot of good tips.



♪ ♪

What is that, a apple?
‐ Nah, I'm using it for Mars.

What's that,
the solar system?

Yeah, it's a project
for science class.

‐ Jerome is out?
‐ Mm‐hmm.

Showed up on my doorstep
like a lost puppy.

But Randy's happy
to see his daddy.

‐ What, is he staying here?

‐ Uh, no.

‐ Bobby!
‐ Yo.

‐ It's been a long time.
‐ Sure has.

Welcome back.
‐ I'm just glad to be home.

‐ I'll bet.

So I guess
with Divine's situation,

you the man
of the house now, huh?

‐ Yeah.

I mean, it's good to have
a extra set of hands

around the house, though,
you know what I'm saying?

‐ Can I please use your phone?

‐ Is it a local call?

‐ C'mon, now, I told you

I'm trying
to get this land deal.

- ‐ Go on.
- All right, all right.

‐ "Land deal"?

‐ You don't
have to worry, Bobby.

We got this week's payment.

‐ All right.

Hey, but, Ma?

We still got the rest, though.

‐ You're short.

‐ It's all there.

‐ You pay late,
you owe a little more.

It's called interest.

And if you don't make it right,
I can't promise you

that Patxi will be
on his best behavior.

‐ Maybe you could talk to him
for me.

Larry.

‐ You should finish...

polishing that silverware.

♪ ♪

‐ Better hurry if you want to
get to school on time, Shurrie.

‐ I know.

- Like that?
- Yeah, good.

That's very good.

Really, Jerome?

Want some
hot chocolate?

I got extra whipped cream.

Randy is supposed
to be in school.

His science project is due.

"Science project"?

Looks more like a fruit salad
to me.



Oh, you ain't changed
a bit, little lady.

Always about them books
and so serious.

You need to enjoy being a kid.

‐ I'm not a kid.

‐ Well, maybe that's
your problem.

Always so busy acting grown
when you ain't.

You gonna look up one day
and be an old lady

sitting in a rocking chair,
petting a cat,

wondering
what the hell happened.

‐ She's allergic
to cats, Daddy.

I'm the one
that makes sure
his homework is done.

I'm the one that gets him
to school on time every day.

Where have you been?

Listen...

I just want to spend some time
with my little boy.

And on the real?

He can learn more
from his father about life

than in some
overcrowded classroom.

‐ Oh, Daddy showed me how
to make a card disappear.

Wanna see?
‐ You gotta watch this.

Go ahead, man, go ahead.

Hey, yo, I'm 'bout
to MacGyver this shit, son!

♪ ♪

Man, this shit shouldn't be
this fucking hard, yo.

‐ It's not that hard
for Shurrie.

She fixed it in two minutes.

‐ Hey, yo,
that ain't helpful, D.

You asked me
to hold those tape for you.

I hold them, but not forever.

‐ I understand
what you're saying, I do.

All I'm asking for
is one more week.

Money is tight right now.

Just one more week
and I got you.

‐ Can't make no promises.

♪ ♪

‐ Hey, what's up with that?

‐ Them white boys
want ganja bad enough,

they come to this side of town.

♪ ♪



‐ Man, why you ignoring
your shit?



Hey, yo, what up?

"Easy money"?

Shit, I'm down for anything
easy right now, nigga.

Hey, yo, I don't know
about this shit, son.

That's like the whitest
fucking burger joint

in the whole borough.

This shit called "White's."

They all probably, like,
cops' kids and shit.

‐ Yeah, exactly.

So the cops won't be
sweating us, nigga.

Yo, this is our only option.

We can sell to them
Wall Street motherfuckers,

or we could sell to these
burger‐eating bums.


‐ A'ight?

♪ ♪



Hey, what caused that face?

‐ Shut up.
Why you even here?

‐ Yo, can't a brother visit
his favorite sister?


Whatever.

Nah, for real,
what's wrong with you?


Damn Jerome.

Coming in here like we supposed
to bow down to him and shit.

He made Randy skip school today

and his big science project
was due.

‐ Look, when you get out
of jail,

you feel like the entire world
has moved on without you,

and all you trying to do
is catch up with it.

And I know how Jerome can be,
but honestly, yo,

if I was Randy and I had a day
to hang out with my pops

who I never see
instead of going to school,

I'm gon' take that any day.

Even if pops wasn't a saint.

I mean,
at least Jerome showed up.

More than you can say
for our dad.

‐ Yeah, yeah.

‐ You holding it down,
little mama.

Hello?

What up, Rico?
It's Vine.

Mm‐hmm.
I got that stuff for you.

Yeah, all right.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh‐huh.
I got you.

I'll come by tomorrow morning.


Yo, you was right, son.

This shit is easier
than the park.

‐ Hey, you ever
had that before?

‐ Nah, nigga.

This the only cream I like.


Shit.

So, uh...

you like hip‐hop?

‐ Like Beastie Boys and shit?

‐ Yeah, sort of.

Sort of.

Anybody ever tell you
you look like Debbie Harry?

- ‐ You know Blondie?
- Oh, yeah, baby.

Blondie, the Ramones.

Shit, I even be at CBGB's
sometimes, you feel me?

‐ Hey, yo, what the fuck
are y'all talking about?

‐ Hey.
Didn't you see the sign?

It says "White's."

Aren't you a little dark
to be sitting here?

‐ Oh, hell, nah.

You darkies
hard of hearing?

Nah, I heard
what the fuck you said.

♪ One way or another ♪

♪ I'm gonna win ya ♪

♪ I'm gonna get ya,
get ya, get ya, get ya ♪

♪ One way or another,
I'm gonna see ya ♪

♪ I'm gonna meet ya,
meet ya, meet ya, meet ya ♪

♪ One day, maybe next week ♪

♪ I'm gonna meet ya ♪

♪ I'm gonna meet ya,
I'll meet ya ♪

♪ I will drive
past your house ♪

♪ And if the lights ♪

♪ Are all down ♪

Yo!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

‐ Looks like you missed one.

♪ ♪

You know, they say
spilled salt is bad luck.

♪ ♪

Looks like you got
some cleaning up to do.

♪ ♪

If I don't have the rest
of my money by tomorrow,

you're gonna have
some very bad luck.

You understand?

♪ ♪



Yeah,
I'm kinda dizzy, nigga,

but I don't need
no fucking stitches.

Man, you don't
need no stitches.

You need
a fucking sewing machine

or a zipper
or some shit.

‐ Goddamn, son.

‐ Shit's bad?

‐ Yeah, that shit
don't look good.

Hey, yo, I need you
to take this money

to my moms, all right?

‐ Hey, yo, you gonna be good
in there?

‐ Yeah.

A'ight, later.



Hey, yo.

I loved you
in the Thriller video, though.

‐ Ah, fuck you.

- ‐ Hey, Miss Diggs.
- Hey, Dennis.

Where's Bobby?
I been paging him all night.

He hasn't called me back.

Um, yeah, I was just
with him at the hospital.

He okay.
Nah, he‐‐he good.

He just, um‐‐he just slipped
on some ice.

Yeah, I had to take him
to the ER

and get stitched up.

He wanted me
to give you this, though.

‐ Is this it?

‐ Yeah.

‐ Well, there's, um,
some dinner in the fridge

if you're hungry.

‐ No, I'm okay, thank you.

- Hey, you‐‐you good?
- Yeah.

Just have to run a errand
real quick.



‐ Hey.

‐ Hey, I was just leaving.

What's up with you?

‐ Nothing.

‐ Where have you been?

You haven't answered
any of my pages.

What did I do?

- ‐ You don't get it.
- Get what?

Is there another girl
or something?

♪ ♪



Ain't shit gon' change, Rie.

My brothers
is always gon' be my brothers.

They always gon' be
asking me for shit.

And my moms, she‐‐

she sure as hell
ain't gon' stop drinking,

no matter how bad it gets.

And all that falling on me,
I‐I don't want that for you.

‐ That's not for you to decide.

‐ A'ight, well, what the hell
your family gon' think?

‐ My family?
My brother is friends with you.

My mama always offers
to feed you.

I'm tired of everybody thinking

that they know
what's best for me.

I'm not some little girl.

I'm almost a grown woman,
and I know what I want.

♪ ♪

Um...

Why that look?

‐ I forgot
I got my sleep wrap on

and I probably look crazy.

The only thing that's crazy

is how much
I'm feeling you right now.

♪ ♪

‐ 2‐1‐0.

Straight.

‐ Here you go.

Winning numbers
announced tomorrow.

‐ Is your mom
still mad at me

for taking you out of school
and all that?

She ain't called me back yet.

‐ I don't know.

‐ Maybe she just got
a boyfriend or something.

Does your mom have a boyfriend?


Ew, no.

‐ Ain't nothing wrong with
being somebody's boyfriend.

You gon' be some girl's
boyfriend someday.

‐ When I'm a running back,
right?


Something like that.

So no dudes
coming by the house?

‐ Larry came by the house once.

‐ Fat Larry?

‐ And his friends.

What do you mean,
"and his friends"?

Like I hang out
with DeShon and Christian.

Fat Larry
has two best friends too.

‐ They talk about anything
I should know about?

‐ I don't know,
Mama sent me to my room.

When Larry left,
she looked sad,

so I don't think her
and Larry are friends anymore.

♪ ♪

‐ All right.

♪ ♪


SHOTGUN: Man, hurry up.

Why you trying
to resuscitate this shit

like it's a crash victim
or something?

'Cause your shit's dusty.

This shit would never fly
in the military.

I'd be over in Desert Storm
right now if I could.


Fuck that.

That's what I'm saying.

Why would you go
to a foreign place

just to risk getting shot at
for nothing?

‐ It is for something, fool.

See, when you're a soldier,
you a part of something

bigger than yourself.

You know, when I was stationed
in Germany,

when the wall came down,
all those folks over there‐‐

east side, west side‐‐

they all just wanted
to be together.

They didn't want
that damn wall.

It's always
the motherfuckers in power

that wanna keep shit apart.

That wanna control shit.

‐ But, son, ain't no
black people in Germany.


They love us there.

I'd walk into a pub
and the white folks over there

would buy me
pints of beer and shit.


‐ I'm going back one day.

Shit, maybe I'll stay.

‐ Sound like you had a few
pints to the head already.

Talking about going to live

with these white folks
and shit.

Son, that's like a lion saying
he gon' leave his own land

and putting hisself in a cage
at a zoo.

‐ And I'ma still be king
of the jungle.


Whatever.

- ‐ Pick up your sticks.
- ‐

Know you not fucking with me
in this, right?

‐ Yeah, we'll see about that.

Man, y'all niggas
both ain't shit.

Whatever, nigga.

♪ ♪

What it is, what it is.

Gentlemen, I'll see you.

Hey, Miss Diggs.

Good to see you, Steven.

How's your mother?

‐ Oh, she's still
got the arthritis,

but she's handling it.

‐ Well, give her my best.

Yes, ma'am.

♪ ♪

‐ Afternoon, sweetheart.

Have a fine day.

♪ ♪

Takes a lot of money,

so I'm glad
this is all cleared up.

Sure you are.

Jerome?

Did you pay them?

‐ Told you I wasn't
messing around.

Larry, we good?

Thank you, Jerome.

I, uh‐‐I really don't know
what to say.

‐ It ain't about thanking me.

Listen, I know in the past,

I've made promises to you.

But if you can just trust me
one more time,

I promise you, you'll have
everything you ever wanted.

That company called me today.

They gon' buy my land.

‐ Mm.

‐ They really gon' buy it.

‐ Okay.

What are you doing?

‐ I'm not gonna move
another inch

until I hear you say...

you trust me.



Okay, you've been spending
too much time with Randy.

Come on, now.

Okay, okay, I trust you.

‐ That's what I'm saying!


‐ I'll see you later.



Yeah?

- ‐ Yo, where Rico at?
- Who you?

‐ I got something for him.

I talked to him last night.

Yo, he got picked up
by his PO this morning.

You ain't gon' be seeing him
for a hot minute.

♪ That bitch is pocket change ♪

♪ My bitch is stock exchange ♪

♪ Stack her notes high
as Whitney ♪

♪ That's how
she got the range ♪

♪ She don't play
a lot of games ♪

♪ Dropping names,
jocking fame ♪

♪ You need a boss bitch ♪

They could be
in position to prevent tankers

from hauling Iraqi...

‐ ♪ Frostbit,
my bitch is legendary ♪

♪ And for my birthday
last February, she got me ♪

Transported
by pipeline

through Saudi Arabia.

Pentagon sources say
a number of Navy SEALs

and other special operation
forces are already involved.

We do know that there
is considerably increased

air activity in Saudi Arabia.

Pentagon‐‐

‐ ♪ Let her swallow
all my future kids ♪

‐ Move away from my window
with all this mess!

Don't nobody wanna hear
all that kind of talk.

What?

‐ You ought to be ashamed
of yourselves.

‐ Miss B, mind your business
before you get told some shit.

Some real shit.

"Miss B"
stands for "biatch"!

You need to get down
with this shit

before your old ass
get left behind.

Yo, you need to get
with this rap movement, bitch.

‐ You call this a movement?

Have you ever had to fight

for something bigger
than yourselves?

For your freedom?

For your right to exist?

Y'all out here battling
over who got the block.

The best shoes,
the gold chains.

But the reason you have
the freedom to stand there

and want those things
is because people like me

and my husband stood out
in the cold just like this

so you could have
the equal education.

The equal rights.

The women who led this movement
risked their lives

not so you could
stand next to my window

and call them "bitches"
and "hoes."

A real man?

A man like my husband, Curtis?

He called a woman
who stood by him his queen.

His rock.

‐ Take this rock, bitch!

Oh!

You gon' hit her shit,
my nigga!

Oh!



‐ Yes, I need you
to send the police.

‐ ♪ I'm here to ball
like Vikings in Minnesota ♪

♪ I'm selling coke and pills
like Vicodin in a soda ♪

♪ I give ya dome a slap ♪

♪ I crack you with a bat
till the bat cracks ♪

♪ In fact, if I hit a homer,
you in a coma ♪

♪ I'm ripping rappers apart
like a sheet of paper ♪

♪ Gun singing
just like Anita Baker ♪

♪ I don't mean
you're going to Montego Bay ♪

♪ When I say I'll send you
to meet Jamaica ♪

♪ I mean ya maker, creator ♪

♪ Peace ♪

♪ See ya later ♪

Come on, get in on this, Sha!

‐ Nah, I'm good, son.
‐ Man, leave him be.

He don't rap no more.

♪ Yo, check it, a rugged vent ♪

♪ Durable like
a Champion sweat ♪

♪ Rapid firing a TEC
to wet a nigga up ♪

♪ With all
the dangerous diseases ♪

♪ Sniffling, stuffy,
coughing, aching ♪

♪ Stuffy head, fever, fucker ♪

♪ I think it's 'bout time
that you suffer ♪

♪ Bobbing on my knob
like an all‐day sucker ♪

Bitch.

‐ ♪ I'm going all out, kid ♪

♪ No turn‐backs ♪

♪ You could try to front,
get smoked, and that's that ♪

♪ Lyric assassin
dressed in black rugged ♪

♪ 16 shots to your mug
from a slug ♪

♪ Then I go to war
in a concrete jungle ♪

♪ Making bundles,
niggas act funny and fumble ♪

♪ But I relax,
count my shells ♪

♪ A lot of heads gotta fly ♪

♪ Niggas stay strapped,
armed to die ♪

♪ Time for jet black tempo ♪

♪ Yo, wham, what you got? ♪

♪ Get him,
hit him with the nine, troop ♪

♪ No question ♪

♪ When your section
busts out in that direction ♪

♪ Sniper ♪



♪ ♪

‐ Divine.

Hey, I need
to stash some shit, baby‐‐

‐ No, you ain't keeping shit
up in here.

You getting cuffed again,
Divine?

Don't have time to explain‐‐

‐ I don't have time to listen.
‐ Wait, come on.

Shit.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- You in a hurry?
- No, sir.

Places to go.
Late for work.

Turn around.
Let me check your pockets.

♪ Killa Hill ♪

We ain't even
doing nothing but rhyming.

Shit.
‐ We got a noise complaint.

- It's just music, man.
- Fuck.

Back up
out of the circle

so I can see everyone's hands.

Oh, you scared
about some niggas in a circle?

What you think we doing,
officers?

Step out of the circle, now.

♪ And here come
a new edition ♪

♪ To your hip‐hop tapes,
fresh in the flesh ♪

Yo.

Yo, just back up
and do what they say.

♪ From the depths
of the Killa to the top ♪

‐ It ain't gonna help nothing
if y'all not cooperating.

♪ Here comes
the poet Shotgun ♪

‐ Come on, just do it.

Y'all gon' make it harder
for everybody else.

Y'all ain't do nothing,
so act like it and save face!

- A'ight.
- Watch your hands.

Line up, line up.

Turn that shit off.

‐ Hey, my man, I got this.
‐ No, you don't got this.

This is all me.
Line the fuck up!

How many times
we gotta tell you?

Line up.

‐ Who you raising up on, nigga?

‐ Only nigga I see here is you.

You don't run these streets,
you hear me?

Line the fuck up!

‐ What you flexing for, anyway?

These dudes are rapping.

There's no crimes going on,
Officer.

Fuck you,
motherfucker!

Bitch‐ass nigga!

Hey, you.



You ain't shit.
You know that, right?

‐ You arresting me?

Fuck you, you corny‐ass,
wannabe‐bad Uncle Tom.

You hiding in a uniform,

but the only real soldier
standing here is me.

Yeah.

‐ Officer.

Yo, y'all good.

Yo! Yo!

‐ Yo, what the...

Yo, get his bitch ass!

Yeah!

♪ ♪

Haze!

♪ ♪

‐ Throw his ass
to the ground, Haze!

‐ Let him go, motherfucker!

♪ Oh, yeah ♪
‐ The fuck?

- Yo, yo!
- Shit, what the...

What you gotta say now?

‐ Yo, he can't breathe!

‐ What you gotta say now?

‐ Yo, let him out!

Somebody help him!

‐ What you gotta say now?

I run these streets!

Hey, let him go!

What the fuck?

♪ ♪

‐ What you gotta say now, huh?

‐ Say something!

‐ He's fucking dead‐‐
‐ He's not‐‐he's not moving!

Hey, get the fuck off him!

♪ Oh ♪

Yo, you fucking
killed him, he's dead!

Yo, he's not moving!

Come on, get off me!

Get the fuck off me!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Haze!

Wake up, Haze!
No!

What y'all do that for?

I'll kill you, fucking pigs!

No!

♪ ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Get on the line!