[upbeat music plays]
Yo, what the fuck, Meech? I need that sh--
[Meech] Get your fucking head in the game, nigga,
and stop worrying about school so much.
♪ ♪
To me, it sound like a nigga want back in BMF.
[chuckles] I never left. I just took a step back.
[Bryant] Kato's in one of these.
You's a daddy.
The fuck do you want from me?
Tell Meech you got a hookup to a new plug.
You get Meech to agree to the meet.
Then I'll do the rest.
Just treat yourself to something you wanna do.
♪ ♪
[both moaning]
I'm sorry I've been so out of sorts lately.
I just want us to get our groove back.
Hey, what up?
The man who killed Darius is here.
You need to come here now.
♪ ♪
[Run-D.M.C.] ♪ One and only Incredible Jam Master ♪
♪ Yo, back up off the ropes ♪ Punk ♪
♪ Beats to the rhyme Of the rhyme I just made ♪
- [phone ringing] - ♪ Party at the jammie... ♪
[Older Terry] Guns were never really our thing,
but we were back at the crib
and needed to draw blood first,
so that meant we needed to get the strap.
[Run-D.M.C.] ♪ Rhyme get mine On the T-O-P ♪
♪ Can another MC Ever ♪ with me ♪
♪ Hell no... ♪
[Older Terry] The game challenges every rule
you set for yourself.
Sooner or later, you're gonna have to break one of them.
[Run-D.M.C.] ♪ I'm D.M.C. So it hit, Run... ♪
Obviously Lamar got his head and tail tucked in.
Don't trip.
We gonna set a trap for his dusty ass
and knock him right off.
[Run-D.M.C.] ♪ 1, 2, 3, 4, hit it ♪
♪ Let's dance to the rhythm The rhyme, the cold flow ♪
♪ Chance that I gave... ♪
God. Goddamn.
[sighs]
Nigga, how many times I gotta tell you
to keep a goddamn window open up in here, man?
Man, I'm burping the bag like you told me, man.
Do the shit I taught you outside, nigga.
You stink!
Man, ignore all that shit, man.
- We family. - [Alvin] Speaking of family,
the Flenory boys is out on the streets
with them gats, and they sending a clear message.
Good.
I can get with clear.
[Terry] How the fuck Lamar get to Mama
when niggas supposed to be watching the crib?
[Roland] It don't matter. We gonna get that motherfucker.
- [Terry] How? - [Roland] The crew splintered,
and Lamar got his ashy-ass foot on the whole hood.
Nobody's seen Dink neither?
[Roland] Dink? Nah.
Heard he doing his own thing.
- What about B-Mick? - [Roland] MIA too.
They say he got a new plug and he been holding strong.
What? Why the fuck he ain't tell us?
[Roland] Hell if I know. That's your boy.
- What up, doe? - What up, doe?
- [Meech] What up, doe? - What's up?
I got some shit that's about
to help us change the game
and double up our weight and profits.
- Ooh? - How the fuck we gonna do that?
What kind of magicians would we be
if we showed you our tricks?
Just know we about to bring a rabbit out the hat
and give a better piece of the action
to whoever down with us.
That's not even a question.
I'm with that shit too.
Y'all let me know when y'all ready.
I gotta drop my son off at practice.
Why? That nigga can't hoop, just like his pops.
I know you ain't talking.
Your ass can't even ride a bike straight, nigga.
[grunts]
I gotta piss like a motherfucker.
Mm.
[zipper scratches, urine trickling]
[sighs]
- [Lamar] Peekaboo. - [Sockie] Oh, shit!
[gun cocking]
- [gunshot] - [Sockie grunts]
- [gun cocking] - [Sockie groans]
You whole-ass motherfucker.
[Lamar] You right.
[tense music plays]
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
Oh, shit!
Yo! Yo, over here!
[person] What the fuck?
Oh, shit, man.
Yo, call an ambulance.
♪ ♪
[Hoop inhales sharply]
Swear to God, bro, we fucking murk this motherfucker.
On my mama, nigga!
[Charlie] ♪ I got everything On the line ♪
♪ Out here I'm on the grind ♪
♪ Trying to get mine ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ A nigga move the weight ♪
♪ Trying to get the cake ♪
♪ I'm in and out of state ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪
♪ It go gram after gram ♪
♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
[50 Cent] ♪ The D's ain't that good ♪
♪ These niggas is ratting ♪
♪ They tell them What's going on ♪
♪ That's how they know What's happening ♪
♪ I'm riding With the top down ♪
♪ Trunk full of yola ♪
♪ Ghetto pharmaceutical ♪
♪ I move that Coca-Cola ♪
♪ Thousand grams of pure ♪
♪ Though I fuck With the weirdos ♪
♪ They snort away the pain ♪
♪ Bang their dope In their vein ♪
♪ Shorty crying Christmas ain't coming ♪
♪ Her pop's locked up ♪
♪ When it hurts the worst ♪
♪ Your ace find out She knocked up ♪
♪ Welfare ain't an option ♪
♪ When the Feds Come knocking ♪
♪ It's all fucked up So wish me luck ♪
[Charlie] ♪ At least You could wish me luck ♪
♪ A nigga move the weight ♪
♪ Trying to get the cake ♪
♪ I'm in and out of state ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪
♪ It go gram after gram ♪
♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Wish me luck ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, wish me luck ♪
♪ Wish me luck ♪
♪ All you got to do Is wish me luck, yeah ♪
How the fuck we gonna rebuild
with this crazy motherfucker running around doing this?
[Bryant] I heard y'all was back in town,
giving us cases already.
Well, if it ain't Beauty and the Beast.
I don't suppose any of you guys saw anything.
I know that nigga ain't see shit.
Yeah man, fuck you, Scatman Crothers.
You know, I love when people think
they outsmart a motherfucker, then get bitten in the ass.
Well, in the case of your boy, he took a three-piece.
Motherfucker, how about you find the nigga
who did this and bust his ass?
Don't you worry, Demetrius.
We gonna find that out and a lot more, nigga.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[laughs]
[Calix] Hoop.
Hey, hey, Hoop.
You told me to holla.
Uh, n-now's not a good time, Calix, all right?
But I got you. Just give me a minute.
[indistinct chatter]
[birds chirping]
[dog barking and growling]
[barking]
Hey, bite me, and I'ma bite you back.
[barking]
Somebody hurt you, huh?
No more.
I promise.
I'ma call you Blackie
'cause you black and beautiful,
just like me.
[person] Hey!
That's my fucking dog!
Well, obviously you not taking good care of him.
[person] Boy, it's not your fucking business.
Bitch, give me my fucking dog back,
or else.
[Lamar] Or else what?
[both grunting]
[person] Fuck you.
[dog barking]
[Lamar grunting]
[person] Get the fuck off of me!
[grunting and choking]
Get off--get off me!
[screams]
Get the fuck off!
[screams] My ear!
[screams]
[Terry] Yo, after that Sockie shit, at this point,
we just gotta assume everyone got a target on their backs.
[Meech] You know what?
I'm thinking about upping the ante
and bringing on the PAs.
Them PA motherfuckers crazy as shit.
Good, they can enforce
and move a bag through they own network.
That's what we really need.
Yeah, but how the fuck we gonna get
niggas we don't even know to be down?
Soul Night's tonight, Tee.
Everybody and they mama gonna be there.
So I'ma make my play.
Didn't that shit get shot up last month?
Nigga, this the D.
Every fucking party we go to get shot up.
[sighs, chuckles]
Ain't no sense in telling you not to go,
'cause you just gonna do what you want.
Yo, just stay out of trouble and be cool, all right?
Always.
[Jin] Hey, have you seen Bryant?
[officer] Yeah, he's in evidence with Smitty.
[indistinct chatter]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[inaudible dialogue]
♪ ♪
[birds chirping]
[B-Mickie] Good morning, baby Mickie.
[person yawns]
Good morning, Kato. [gasps]
[gunshot]
[knock at door]
[Meech] Yo, B, you in there?
[knock at door]
You good?
[B-Mickie] What up, man?
[B-Mickie] When y'all get back?
[Meech] Last night.
I heard you're holding. What's up?
Um...
the medical grade motherfucker came back,
but I-I wasn't fucking with it.
Damn. What happened?
Everything straight?
It's about Kato?
B, I told you already,
you gotta forget about that rat bitch.
That rat bitch happened to be my baby mama.
Kato was carrying my seed, nigga.
Shit.
I'm sorry about that, B, but I really came over here
to tell you that we locked in with Ty Washington in Atlanta,
so ain't gonna be no more drought.
"We" as in you and me or that nigga Tee?
Oh, you still finna harp on that shit?
Motherfucker, I was trying to hold shit down for us
while y'all was gone.
No call.
No message.
B, I had to get us out of dodge ASAP.
And nigga, you know I don't use no phones.
Ever since Sockie got hit, shit been going left.
Nigga, I told you already, I'ma handle this shit.
[scoffs]
- [dog barking] - [knock at door]
[Lawanda] Tee, you up?
Hey, what's going on?
So, what, you back in the game with Meech?
Oh, my God.
Look, Wanda...
...I know how hurtful this is,
especially after everything we've been through.
[Terry sighs]
And I understand if you wanna leave me, but...
just know that I'm here
to take care of you and Junior still.
No, listen, Terry, while you were gone,
I had plenty of time to think, and...
I don't want our family to be apart ever again.
I love you, okay, and--
and I'ma be here no matter what.
You sure?
Yes. Yes, I'm sure.
And, you know, I was thinking
maybe we could take a family photo
to mark the occasion.
If that's what you wanna do, babe.
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[Bryant] Ah.
You should know direct is the best way to communicate.
What the fuck are you arguing with Smitty for?
None of your damn business.
Are you dirty like they say you are?
[Bryant] Like who says I am?
You are hiding something from me again,
and I don't like it.
If we're gonna be partners, it has to be 100%,
or one of us might not be there
when the other one needs us the most.
[Bryant] A'ight, I'm gonna be real with you.
So I'm setting up another sting with my CI,
and I took two bricks out of evidence
to bust Meech with.
[dramatic music plays]
[Jin sighs] Okay.
I'm sick of Beckwith busting our balls
over all these bodies that are dropping.
If this is what you say it is, then I'm all in.
Let's get a win.
If not, I'm fucking you up.
In that case, I'll keep you posted when and where.
[Bryant laughs]
["Future" playing]
♪ ♪
[Model 500] ♪ Techno revolution ♪
♪ Advanced technology... ♪
[DJ Kutz] This is DJ Kutz
welcoming you to another Soul Night.
We gonna have a good time, like we always do
in the motherfucking D.
Let's get D!
[singer] ♪ Brand-new ideas ♪
♪ Changes all around us ♪
♪ The future is here ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Calculators and TV sets ♪
♪ Remote control And microcassettes... ♪
What up, dog? I didn't know you were still here.
- Y'all still playing? - [Tariq] Nah.
We had a couple days off.
You know I had to jet to the crib for this.
No doubt. What you drinking, though?
Don't trip. I got you.
[Meech] Man, you gotta hit your manager and agent
'fore you get your cash.
Me, I carry liquid.
I don't gotta jump through no hoops to get to my shit.
Shit, I can grab two mil now and be right back.
I see why you treating. Okay.
Hey, we all proud of you,
how you repping the D and Southwest, for real.
- Thank you, fam. - Appreciate you.
Appreciate you putting on for me.
- Hey, yo, my man. - [bartender] What's up?
Let me get a double shot of Rémy VSOP.
- Okay. - Get my boys over there
whatever they want as well.
Good looking, dog,
but we good.
I seen you over at K-9's.
I was just trying to say what up.
And who the fuck is you?
[Sterling] Chill, Shane.
I got this.
Damn.
Boy wrapped up a little tight, huh?
Southwest all day.
[Sterling] He's just down for his homeys.
[Shane] I know you bitch-ass niggas don't want no static!
[person] Only bitch I see in here
is the one I'm looking at.
[Sterling] PA down!
What the fuck you bitches looking at?
[person] Pussy ass.
[laughter]
[grunts]
[people clamoring]
♪ ♪
[bouncer] Hey, come here.
[bouncer] Come here, man. Get up.
[Sterling] Get the fuck off me.
[Meech] Get your motherfucking hands off me, man.
I ain't going nowhere till I get my goddamn mink.
Man, why they throw us out and not them?
Ho-ass bouncers!
[Model 500] ♪ The future is here... ♪
♪ ♪
[Meech] You straight?
[Sterling] Yeah.
What you say your name was again?
Meech.
- I'm from Southwest. - Word.
I'm Sterl.
But let's do this meet and greet somewhere else,
in case them 6 Mile niggas try to come light shit up.
[Meech] Let's get it.
♪ ♪
[electric razor buzzing]
[Lucille] I better not see one speck of hair on my floor,
or I'm getting a broom-- and not to sweep.
You know doggone well y'all should be upstairs
- in the bathroom. - Don't worry, baby.
Terry's gonna sweep up when he's done.
- [Terry] Me? - [Charles] Did I stutter?
How was Atlanta?
[Terry] Um, Atlanta was cool.
It was a lot of Black professionals, um...
- [knock at door] - [Terry] ...a lot of colleges.
[Lucille] Oh, I'll get it.
- [Ryan] Mrs. Flenory? - [Lucille] Hey.
I'm dropping by to schedule a time to get Terry
caught up on his missing schoolwork.
[Lucille] It's nice to see you, Mr. Ryan.
Come on in.
- Hi, Terry. - Hey.
[Ryan] You've gotten behind with some of your classes,
and I'd like to tutor you in the afternoon.
Um, yeah, that-that won't be necessary.
- I'm not going back. - [Lucille] What?
You know how important graduating is to me.
Getting a high school diploma don't guarantee
you're gonna be successful.
Look at John Travolta, Michael J. Fox, Al Pacino.
They're all white.
Ella Fitzgerald, Prince, Aretha Franklin--same thing.
Boy, you can't hold a note or tell a joke.
Point your mother is trying to make is,
life is hard enough as is,
especially if you a Black man in this country,
and it's even harder when you uneducated like me.
I don't want you to have to go through the same struggle
I had to endure.
With all due respect, I've been thinking about this
for a while now, and there's nothing anybody can say here
that's gonna change my mind.
Okay.
You know where to find me if you've got second thoughts.
[Lucille] So, what, you gonna follow in your--
in your brother's footsteps and become a drug dealer?
Meech and I are businessmen.
We're businessmen running a corporation
that's gonna be legit one day.
And you both gonna end up dead or in jail.
We already told you that that disturbed man
came by here looking for y'all.
Your mother and I are trying to save your life.
Pops, that's your plan. That's not mine.
- Terry, please. - Look, Ma, no.
I tried y'all way already. I tried it.
That's not for me.
The school route is not fast enough.
It's not-- it's not exciting anymore.
It's not good enough. It's just not me anymore.
Look, I just don't want you to look back on your life
and regret it.
We are trying to help you here!
Okay, then do Meech and I both a big favor.
Just wish us luck.
[dramatic music plays]
[knock at door]
[Monique] What the fuck is this for?
For the kids
and for helping me with that Denise thing.
Any sign of Lamar yet?
That nigga all fucked up.
Got a shit bag,
can't fuck no more.
How the hell you know?
Fuck you, Meech.
[Meech] Yeah, well, I'm about to serve that motherfucker
once and for all.
Listen, Lamar was born and breed that street shit.
And?
That don't mean shit to me.
Meaning if you gonna get a street nigga,
you can't use street logic.
You gonna have to come at him a angle he not gonna expect.
[Meech sighs]
Hey, look, I know it hurts.
I know it hurts, but pain is but an instant, okay?
- [dog whining] - I'ma look after you, buddy.
[Alvin] The fuck is this?
Alvin, meet my new dog, Blackie.
[dog whines]
Please tell me you did not eat
both my goddamn Hungry Man meals.
No. No, I had one, and, uh, he had the other.
Why would you give human food to a motherfucking mutt?
Hey, watch your mouth, man. He can hear you.
I don't give a fuck about this ugly-ass goddamn dog.
Nigga, fuck you.
- Apologize. - I wish the fuck--
Nigga, apologize to Blackie right here, right now,
or I swear to God, man, I'll beat your ass
and feed you to him.
[dog panting]
I'm sorry, Blackie.
[singers] ♪ He is my friend ♪
♪ Yeah, oh, yeah... ♪
[gospel music playing over speakers]
[Charles] It'll be okay, baby.
We'll handle this the same way we do everything else.
Together.
I guess it's no use crying over spilled milk.
They have made their decision.
[Charles] Lucille...
...I want you to put on your best dress,
'cause I'm taking you out.
No. I don't feel like it, Charles.
[Charles] Don't matter,
'cause I'm about to shine up my shoes,
put on my glad rags,
and I want my woman to look just as nice
when we hit the town.
Well, if you put it like that--
[Charles] Mm.
[Lucille giggles]
[Terry] Aw, hell.
What kind of drama you got yourself into now?
This ain't shit. I had to help the PAs.
Good news is, they agreed to help us dead Lamar
and help us move the bag.
Well, that's what's up. You holla at B-Mick?
Talked to that scaredy-ass nigga, man.
He's still crying about his mom,
being emotional and shit,
but he did tell me we supposed
to be getting that medical-grade shit
from the plug real soon, so we could check that out.
That mean we back on top.
- Go on. - Yo, yo, yo. Chill.
You know Nikki got a job now, right?
A job? The fuck she need a job for, nigga?
Her brothers got money.
She wanted her own, so while we was gone,
she started sweeping at the salon on Jefferson.
The beauty salon?
[upbeat music playing]
[singer] ♪ Whoo, ooh I wanna rock your body... ♪
♪ ♪
Look at my baby sister.
Getting a good job and being responsible.
Thanks. Now get out.
Can't believe I'm sitting in a beauty shop
watching you get your nails buffed.
Man, Hoop, this shit feel good as fuck.
Not to mention, man, chicks love when a dude
take care of his appearance.
- A'ight. - [Meech] Yeah.
Everything good over here, fellas?
Yes, it is now.
How long have you owned this place?
About a year now.
Oh, yeah?
[singer] ♪ If you give me ♪
[Meech] Let me holla at you a second.
[singer] ♪ Just one night... ♪
What would you say
if I had an opportunity for you
to increase your revenue in the next few weeks?
Doing what?
Just handling some business for me.
[singer] ♪ And let your body Move to the music... ♪
[Meech] Hold this, and I'll explain the rest later.
[Nicole sucks teeth]
[Meech] Hoop, we out.
See you later, little sis.
- Bye. - [Meech] Love you.
["The Rain" playing]
[thunder booming]
♪ ♪
[Oran "Juice" Jones] ♪ I saw you ♪
♪ And him, and him ♪
♪ Walking in the rain ♪
♪ ♪
♪ You were holding hands ♪
♪ And I'll never be the same ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Tossing and turning ♪
♪ Another sleepless night... ♪
Dude just ran a stop sign.
You wanna give a civie a speeding ticket,
that's on you.
You're getting ass out in the rain to do it.
[Oran "Juice" Jones] ♪ Jumped into my car... ♪
[Bryant] No, I think that's Terry Flenory.
[Oran "Juice" Jones] ♪ That moment I knew ♪
♪ I would never be the same ♪
♪ 'Cause I saw you ♪
♪ And him, and him ♪
♪ Walking in the rain... ♪
[Markisha sighs]
Okay, guys, um,
I just want you to meet your driver, Terry.
[Terry] Hey, how you guys doing?
- Come on, let's get in the car. - [child] Hey, what's up?
- [Terry] Watch your step. - [child] Thanks for the ride.
[Markisha] Hurry, hurry. [sighs]
[Terry] Fuck happened? You good?
Hell no.
This motherfucker put me and my kids out in the rain.
[Terry] Damn, that's fucked up.
[Markisha] Can we please go to your place
so we can get out of these wet clothes?
♪ ♪
Uh, I-I think a hotel would be much better.
♪ ♪
So what happened? Boom put you out?
And he accused me of spending his money,
which is bullshit, 'cause I go to work every day.
Damn.
- I'm sorry. - [Markisha sighs]
I just wanna...
get a house, right?
[soft music plays]
With a big yard for the kids.
[Terry chuckles] That's all?
And a clothing and traveling budget.
Oh, yeah?
Where you wanna travel to?
Places where dreams come true.
Like?
Miami,
Tamarindo,
Aguas Buenas.
Ah, tu hablas espanol, sí?
[chuckles]
My dad's Black, and my mom's Puerto Rican.
Spanish is my first language.
Well, I took Spanish in escuela, so, um...
and I hope I can make all your dreams come true.
You're not leaving, are you?
No, I'm just gonna grab a few things, but...
I'm coming right back,
en uno momento.
Okay.
♪ ♪
[Charles] Now, I understand that we ain't been here
- in a while, but... - [laughter]
Lifeline. Lifeline.
I'm so glad we're doing this.
Me too.
I'm finally taking you out, like I promised.
[Lucille] Yeah.
[lounge music playing]
♪ ♪
I need to tell you something.
Hmm?
I thought that you were having an affair
with Sister Riley,
and so I--
I confronted her after the revival.
Where-where'd you get an idea like that?
I don't know. Those--
Those dirty magazines just had my head going crazy.
- That is crazy. - [Lucille laughs] I know.
I know. Look.
The point is,
I know that you are a-a good
and faithful husband...
...who only wants the best for his family.
And I'm--
I'm proud of you,
as the strong and dedicated
wife and mother you are.
♪ ♪
And I'm sorry I haven't been able to give you
everything your heart desires.
[Lucille] I've only had a few sips of wine,
and it's gone to my head.
[Charles] That's 'cause you know we don't drink, baby.
I think I'm getting a migraine.
[Lucille groans softly]
Well, I got something fo' that if the aspirin don't work.
[laughter]
Ouch.
Well, maybe when it gets off,
you can get on.
Check, please.
[laughs]
Um...
...baby, I want you to know I'm not cheating on you
with Sister Riley.
I'm dedicated to you.
[door clicks open]
[Markisha] Dang, Terry. What's all this?
Where's the kids?
They're in the bath.
[Terry] Well, I brought pizza, Sega Genesis, and pop.
You really are something else. You know that?
Yeah, I hope that's a good thing.
It's a great thing.
Come here.
[giggles]
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
[singer] ♪ Got me lookin' at the time ♪
♪ I can't wait to get to you ♪
♪ You been on my mind ♪
♪ And I hope you're ready 'Cause I'm about to pull up ♪
♪ About to pull up... ♪
[Bryant] Starting to get hot over there.
[singer] ♪ On you... ♪
You look like you know how to handle a big one.
It's not the size that counts.
It's how you handle it.
[Bryant laughs] Okay.
[singer] ♪ Can't wait Till we go there ♪
♪ Anticipation rising... ♪
[Jin] I thought her kids are there.
[Bryant] That's why they got locks on bedroom doors.
[Jin] Is that right?
Nothing like a little palate cleanser
to get it started.
[laughter]
Come check it out.
[Bryant sighs]
Oh. Oh, damn.
Somebody's hungry.
I know I am.
[singer] ♪ You could take it Fast or slow... ♪
[Bryant] Been a while, huh?
Feels like forever.
- Yeah, well... - [camera shutter clicking]
...ever need me to handle that...
♪ ♪
What makes you think you can handle it?
Well, the fun's in trying to find out.
[singer] ♪ You know that I can Take it when you flex ♪
♪ Flex, flex, flex... ♪
- Ah, come on, come on, come on. - [Markisha] All right, boys.
It's that time.
[Terry] Aw.
- Time to go to bed, kids. - Good night, Mom.
[Markisha] You guys go sleep in my room tonight, okay?
[child] Good night.
[Terry] What's going on? You good?
Do you have someone staying with you?
[dramatic music plays]
Is that why we couldn't come to your place?
Um... [sighs]
...my ex and my baby boy.
How old?
A year and two months now.
Do you love this someone?
[Terry] I don't know. You love Boom?
Like, we're-we're pretty much done now.
At this point, I'm just providing for my child.
♪ ♪
I think you should go.
[Terry] Markisha.
Having strange men around is never easy to explain.
♪ ♪
All right. Okay.
I got you.
[Markisha] Yeah.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
[instructor] Great workout, y'all.
- See you tomorrow. - [person] See you sweating.
[tense music plays]
What do you want?
I just wanted to show you my new boy.
Jealous?
Why he all scratched up?
[Lamar] 'Cause his owner had him fighting in a pit...
- [dog whines] - ...but I saved him.
He a underdog, just like me.
What's his name?
- Blackie. - [barking]
- [Lamar] Come on. - That's not a fucking pet.
- That's a monster. - Nah, he's cool.
[Monique] No, he is not.
He look like he been trained to kill
and don't know nothing but violence.
[Lamar] It ain't his fault.
When I was in foster care...
...they moved me around to keep me
from developing attachments.
I'ma get him back on his feet.
I'ma teach this old dog some new tricks.
Look, Lamar, I understand what happened to you,
but caring for a beaten dog is not gonna change the past.
Right.
I know that.
I just wanted you to see him, that's all.
Come on.
Come on, Blackie.
[rapper] ♪ Unh, yeah ♪
♪ I get hype from the rage ♪
♪ Hell in a cage... ♪
[Terry] Good doing business with you, man.
[Sterling] You already know.
[rapper] ♪ I was down bad But I'm better today ♪
♪ Since I touched half a mil It was never the same ♪
♪ Just got paid ♪
♪ I chopped my fade ♪
♪ The horses in the engine Make the streets obey ♪
[Sterling] Damn, dog. Hurting them out here.
[Meech] Hell yeah, we all about to be out here doing the same.
[Terry] Yo, how you go and cop a new whip,
when we supposed to still pay Boom back?
Nigga, that's a you problem.
You started fucking with the nigga
after I told you not to.
Now you wanna bone his wife?
Nigga, you gotta deal with the consequences.
- [tires squealing] - Hey, we got
a big fucking problem.
Yo.
I want my money back on them bogus-ass birds
you sold me, nigga.
What? Nigga, I ain't sell you shit.
Oh, what, you too big for grunt work?
You had Hoop give me this bullshit?
[Terry] The fuck is he talking about?
First, the weight was right when we measured them bitches.
Then they was short when they dried up.
And I got customers talking about the buzz was slow.
The high was low.
All types of bullshit.
Nigga, that's the cost of doing business.
Get the fuck out my face.
Not when you the motherfucking brand, nigga.
Look, just give me my money back, nigga.
Or what?
- Oh, bitch-ass nigga. - [both grunting]
[Hoop] Meech, do something. Break that shit up.
Break it up.
Stop that shit. Come on, man.
[person] Come on, man.
[rapper] ♪ Let's go... ♪
[Terry] Fuck you think you doing?
[person] Come on.
[Sterling] You might wanna slow your roll, homey.
Man, break that shit up. We family, nigga!
[Terry] He turned his back on family. Fuck him!
Man, come on, man!
[Terry] Don't you ever step to us like that again.
[knock at door]
- [door creaks] - [Charles clears throat]
I-I'm, uh--
[door clicks shut]
I-I'm--
[sighs]
I'm-I'm sorry I came over.
We can't do this no more...
'cause I wanna make my marriage work.
Okay.
If that's what you really want.
You should do what makes you happy.
Yeah.
I gotta go.
[Mabel] You can't even look at me and say goodbye?
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[Charles] Uh--[clears throat]
[moans]
♪ ♪
[smooth R music plays]
[singer] ♪ The time has come ♪
♪ For me and you ♪
♪ To go our ♪
♪ Separate ways ♪
♪ Don't be sad ♪
♪ Don't shed a tear ♪
♪ 'Cause we got a lot Of memories ♪
♪ Take the good with the bad ♪
♪ ♪
[R music playing over speakers]
[singer] ♪ Just hold me Just hold me, babe ♪
♪ Get love, get love... ♪
[Meech] Damn.
What's up, little sis?
You know I love you. Stop playing.
[singer] ♪ I feel it flowing Through my veins ♪
♪ Tell me you love ♪
♪ You whispered in my ear... ♪
[Nicole] What was that money for?
Your brother paid for his service.
What kind of service we got here require a bag of money?
Yo, why you tripping?
We all grown.
All y'all the same.
[singer] ♪ I need you, ooh... ♪
Little sis got a job?
She better than me. I quit my job the first day.
[Hoop chuckles] Man, y'all both the same:
stubborn and sweet all rolled into one.
That's 'cause we got the same birthday.
[laughs] Blood's a motherfucker, man.
Man. Hey, speaking of which...
we ain't gonna have no issue on that Dink shit?
Look, BMF supposed to be a family.
You know, Sockie gone.
We got shit with Dink.
It feel like it's all falling apart, Meech.
Hoop, listen to me, man.
Dink folded at the first sign of trouble.
Do you think a nigga like that loves us?
You think that's family?
- Nah. Nah, man. - So I tell you what.
Stay with me, and, nigga, I ain't never led you wrong.
Roll with the punches.
You know I'm down like the set on this new Lex, dog.
So drive it. It's yours.
- Stop playing. - What's mine is yours.
Shit! [laughs] Yeah.
[Meech] Drive it like Miss Daisy.
[Hoop] Oh, man. Shit. I'm gonna whip this.
[slow R music plays]
[singer] ♪ You should come and get ♪
♪ Some of this loving, baby ♪
♪ ♪
♪ You should come and get Some of this ♪
♪ Some of this, some of this Some of this ♪
♪ ♪
♪ There ain't no need... ♪
[Markisha] Tee, I'm grateful for your help.
But you're in no position to provide for us
when you have obligations of your own.
Boom may be bad, but I need to be financially secure.
Truly, Markisha.
[singer] ♪ I'm jonesing To have your body... ♪
[Jin] Looks like lover boy's got problems.
[Bryant] Maybe.
If Terry is stepping out on his lady,
maybe we can use that to manipulate the situation.
- Ah. - [pager buzzing and beeping]
I knew I liked you.
Hey, I gotta go.
- [Jin] Where? - I-it's Kevin.
[Jin] Okay. Just, uh, drop me off at home on your way.
[Bryant] A'ight. Let's roll.
[upbeat music plays]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
- My nigga. - What up, doe?
Ain't shit. How you doing?
Man, you know I'm good, my nigga.
- Talk to me. - So check it.
My homey got a bead on Lamar.
That's what's up.
Just let me know the haps on the claps.
- [speaking indistinctly] - Big dog.
[K-9] Hot potato back up in the building.
Big dog. Man, I'm ready to go crazy.
You hear me? Run this shit up to the ceiling.
Cop up front. Re-up.
Whatever we gotta do.
[K-9] Shit, you speaking my language now.
- [Meech laughs] - [Rayzin] Yo, K.
Huh?
Please go easy.
Tell Sina ungrateful ass I ain't paying 'em shit.
They want that money, they can come get it in blood.
Yo, K, I don't think that's wise.
Nobody gives a fuck what you think.
Tell 'em what I said, motherfucker.
[person] Hey, yo, K-9, check this out.
[Rayzin] Yo, Sina, he don't wanna talk to you right now.
[speaking Spanish]
Everything good, Big Ray?
K-9 owes his Colombian connect 20 mil
and refuses to pay.
Man, shut the fuck up.
Man, what's wrong with that nigga, man?
Hell if I know, but it's fuckin' suicide.
- What's up, big dog? - Something came up.
I'm gonna have to chill on that re-up right now,
but it shouldn't be long.
It's all good. Whatever it takes.
Handle your business.
Love.
[Bryant] Look, it's too late for you
to be backtracking now.
Uh, Meech and I got history,
but I'm done living in the past, a'ight?
It's time to start looking ahead to what's next.
[knock at door]
[Bryant] Yo, you expecting somebody?
Fuck no.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
This doesn't look like Kevin to me.
Detective Jin, meet my CI Brian Mickie.
I don't know what the fuck you got going on,
but you can't keep having randos popping up unannounced.
[Bryant] B-Mickie was getting ready for the big meet.
I was.
I don't know what the fuck I'm doing now.
Look, I'm not trying to blow up your spot or anything.
I just wanna make sure that you are
as comfortable as possible.
[scoffs] I'll make sure I remember that.
Look, you make sure you keep
that sarcasm out your voice, hear?
We your only lifeline, nigga.
[Jin] Look, I know that this is unnerving
to just meet me like this for the first time.
Here.
♪ ♪
Just keep your phone and your pager on.
[hip-hop music plays]
♪ ♪
[Meech] Man, this is a golden opportunity
to raise our fucking level, man.
[Terry] And it's a golden opportunity
to get us both fucking killed.
Tee, we got an opportunity to lock down
a plug for ourselves.
That's what we need.
We keep getting dicked around, nigga.
- We need to expand. - I hear you.
I-I do. I-I hear you, but that shit's just too risky.
K-9 don't want that plug no more, Tee.
He's not fucking with the Colombians.
Yeah, but how do we know his ass don't see it that way?
Huh?
What about B-Mick?
♪ ♪
He reached out to me last night.
Okay.
[Meech] Told me he'd give us a few keys to check it out,
but it might hold us over till K-9 taps back on.
Yo, that's good! That's way better
than going behind old boy and stealing his plug.
Man, that's good.
Whatever, nigga.
Where the fuck you about to go?
[Terry] Uh, none ya.
Can't stay away from that girl for two seconds?
[Terry] Fuck you, Meech.
You don't know what you talking about.
[baby cooing]
I'm looking for my other belt.
Babe, you don't need it for pictures.
Oh, why, I'ma have my pants sagging?
Shit's a waste of time.
Our family photos are not a waste of time, Tee.
I'm trying to be cordial.
I don't got time to be playing some dress-up game.
Cordial?
What, like I'm forcing you to go or something?
Come on, don't start that bullshit right now.
Terry, I want you to go because you wanna go,
because you're actually proud of your family.
I-I am. Come on.
[baby babbles]
[bell chimes]
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[bell chimes]
[person] Let's get this motherfucker.
[dog barking]
- [gunshots] - [grunts] Fuck!
[barking continues]
[person] Shut the fuck up, mutt.
- [gunshot] - Aah!
Meech bitch ass sent you, didn't he?
Man, fuck you.
Yeah, I thought as much.
[gunshot]
[door clicks open]
[Terry sighs] Oh, hey, Ms. Désirée.
- How you doing? - Hey, I'm fine, baby.
How did the photo shoot go?
Oh, it was--it was nice.
It was very nice. Um, hey, babe, I gotta jet.
- Um, I'ma call you later. - Okay.
Little man. Thank you.
You guys have a good one.
Trouble in paradise?
No, he just in a little funky mood.
Mm, Terry's always in a funky mood
whenever he comes around.
I didn't raise no fool.
You sure he wants to be with you?
Yeah, sometimes.
But what does your heart tell you?
[Lawanda] Mama, I don't know.
I really don't.
Then you know what you need to do.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Hey.
[soft dramatic music plays]
[Lawanda] All right.
I got his brush, his socks, and his belt.
[Désirée] Is that all of it?
[Lawanda] I have his jacket and his chain.
I think we got everything we need.
[Désirée] All right, then.
Mm-hmm.
♪ ♪
That's what I'm talking about.
♪ ♪
[hip-hop music playing over speakers]
[rapper] ♪ Back To the cheddar chasing... ♪
- What up, doe? - What's good? What's good?
♪ ♪
Man, get the fuck-- you got a hat on, nigga?
You don't wear no hats.
Fuck out of here, man. I'm always wearing a hat.
Check this shit.
♪ ♪
Hang on.
Want you to check something out first.
[rapper] ♪ We be sinking goals For the meditation ♪
♪ Never stagnate... ♪
Fuck is this?
[rapper] ♪ Disrespect getting checked ♪
♪ With no hesitation ♪
♪ Always fine-tune... ♪
Meech, you bought burial plots?
It's a burial for Kato and your moms, for whenever.
Look, if you want one, you can get one too.
That way, y'all can be together forever.
What type of morbid shit is you on?
I'm just trying to show you how much I appreciate you, B,
for everything.
Also, we just expanded again,
so now you get a chance to run your own territory,
be your own boss.
I'm making you king now, B.
Yeah. I love you, dog.
I love you, nigga, for real.
I love you for life.
I appreciate you for everything you did for me and my brother.
You always been there, since day one.
So it's only right I make it right.
[rapper] ♪ This is my declaration ♪
♪ The hip-hop delegation says Y'all need some regulation ♪
♪ And some education Throw in some medication... ♪
[Meech] Man, come on, don't go
all Michael Jackson on me and start crying
or no shit like that.
Nah, man. I'm just thinking--
Old Tito give me a tissue-ass nigga, man.
Nah.
I'm just thinking.
[rapper] ♪ After is the detonation... ♪
Remember old times?
How we used to jump back and forth
into the swim mobile and shit?
Remember motherfuckers used to check to see if you was clean?
They used to rub they hands like this.
[laughs]
♪ ♪
♪ Now it's back To the cheddar chasing ♪
♪ We be sinking goals For the meditation ♪
♪ Never stagnate Steady elevating ♪
♪ Disrespect getting checked With no hesitation ♪
♪ Always fine-tune Every presentation ♪
♪ Hella impatient I'm never, ever waiting ♪
♪ Never fall off This that forever greatness ♪
♪ Y'all with it Raw with it... ♪
And the Jheri curl juice
used to float on the water.
[rapper] ♪ Bitch, it's a celebration ♪
[singing indistinctly]
♪ One word when I step to them Desecration ♪
♪ For my opponent's Self-esteem ♪
♪ I am degradation ♪
♪ Shift on these rappers Like acceleration ♪
♪ Hiss on them Split on them ♪
♪ Shift on the delegation ♪
♪ Separation of the wack ♪
♪ You don't like Segregation... ♪
[Jin] All I'm hearing is music.
Yeah. Something ain't right.
[grunts]
[rapper] ♪ Destination A simple explanation ♪
♪ This is my declaration ♪
♪ The hip-hop delegation says Y'all need some regulation ♪
♪ And some education Throw in some medication ♪
♪ Any speculation Of any stress or hating ♪
♪ I swear to God, I'll end Your world like Revelation ♪
♪ You feel my reputation With no reservation ♪
I'm sorry, dog. I ain't have no choice.
There's always a choice, nigga. Fuck you.
[breathing heavily]
They're gone!
And they took the drugs.
Fuck!
Fuck, fuck!
[shouts]
[dramatic music plays]
[B-Mickie] Mama, wake up. Wake up.
♪ ♪
It's me. I love you.
Okay, I gotta leave town,
but I left some money with the nurse,
and I'm gonna see you when I get back.
♪ ♪
[horn honks]
[Older Terry] When you're in the game,
sometimes you gotta break the heart
of the people who love you.
♪ ♪
[B-Mickie gasping]
Yo! Yo, help!
Fuck! Jesus, motherfuckers!
Get the fuck off me!
Fuck!
[rapper] ♪ Live by the gun ♪
♪ Die by the gun ♪
♪ Kill with a gun You gon' die by one ♪
♪ By one, by one By one, by one ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Live by the gun Die by the gun ♪
♪ Kill with a gun You gon' die by one ♪
♪ By one, by one, by one ♪
♪ By one, by one By one, by one ♪
♪ Playing my position I'm knowing my part ♪
♪ I want half of every Dime bag sold in the park ♪
♪ I pack a bulldog And, bro, it'll bark ♪
♪ My product so bright Like, shit glow in the dark ♪
♪ A red dot head shot Will blow wigs apart ♪
♪ Aim at the bull's-eye Like throwing a dart, nigga ♪
♪ The reefer chiefer I roll it and spark it ♪
♪ I will leave your body Just as cold as my heart ♪
♪ The block back me up And I back up the block ♪
♪ I see you turn around And go back up the block ♪
♪ You pull straps, right in The musk, we pull back ♪
♪ Full moon or not I'm always where wolves at ♪
♪ Live by the gun Die by the gun ♪
♪ Kill with a gun You gon' die by one ♪
♪ Can't even go outside And shoot the shit ♪
♪ 'Cause niggas might drive by And start shooting shit ♪
♪ Live by the gun Die by the gun ♪
♪ Kill with a gun You gon' die by one ♪