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(dramatic music begins)
- [Dr. Phil] To fit the guidelines of your objective,
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which was to essentially rid society
of an unwanted element.
To trim the fat, so they say.
We uncovered a reactive element
to respond only to melanin genetics.
You see one, of the major reasons we have not
revisited this type of chemical attack
was the inability to prevent whites
from using the drug.
The joy with this melon tracer,
the drug only works on black users!
- [Phil's college] Listen, I don't get,
while you want to make a drug
that makes black people kill each other
but, what did they ever do to you?
- You see now that you do understand me at all.
I don't want to kill all black people.
I just want to keep this great country under control.
Blacks will control everything,
if they're left unchecked.
They took over sports.
They took over entertainment.
They put one in The White House.
Hey!
They're gonna be the masters,
we're gonna be the slaves.
♪ Crack had the hood fucked up in the 80's ♪
♪ What we see now, is the crack babies ♪
♪ Black live matter but we on the decline ♪
♪ Here come another cracker ♪
♪ Dr. Phil Stine ♪
(tense music begins)
- As my colleague says,
this drug will effect millions of born and unborn
and weigh heavily upon the conscience
of mankind if done wrong.
- [Stephanie] How do we market this drug?
- The most commonly prescribed drugs
in the African-American community
like, high blood pressure, diabetic medication.
This kind of thing.
- [Stephanie] Is this how you've distributed the drug
for testing in Chicago?
- Actually, no.
We had great success
with the street drug Molly, in the Chicago tests.
80% of the African-Americans incarcerated for homicide
during the trial period,
tested positive for our laced Molly.
(tense music continues)
(meeting attendees softly chatting)
- We have been analyzing a promising area
in Los Angeles
that's more diverse
and shows favorable conditions for testing.
We should conduct the tests there.
- I personally believe you've done an outstanding job
with the drug, Philip.
And based on the data you've presented,
I'm convinced we should move forward to mass production.
- Let's not jump the gun, James.
We haven't given ourselves the appropriate time
to judge the long-term effects of the drug.
- What more do you want?
Phillip says the drug makes them kill each other.
Our hands are clean and the job's done.
- What's stopping them from taking the drug and killing us?
I'm afraid that in our hurry to remove them,
we remove us.
- Let me say something.
I respect Stephanie Powers, opinion.
You're very cautious.
It's a business.
Mr. Cunningham brings up a good point.
Dr. Stine has good credentials.
Let's put it to a vote.
All in favor of more testing, say aye.
- Aye.
(upbeat trap music begins)
♪ Bitch I got the drip ♪
(tense music begins)
(atmospheric music begins)
- [Nino] Let me tell y'all something
about my hood in L.A.
Because we was like ground zero
when the drug hit the city.
The main nigga's.
Basically I was running the dope house
off of 7th and Westlake
when my operation went bad
and nigga's flipped like bitches.
Started snitching.
(instrumental hip hop music plays)
- Ay!
Open the fucking gate.
Get the fuck up, c'mon!
- I ended up getting robbed my suppliers.
End up on the big boss,
with the bag that wouldn't mess with you.
(chair sliding across the floor)
- Did I say you could sit down?
- $1000 right here.
All up on a bitch ass though, right?
For a bitch ass motherfucker.
- [Passenger] Yeah.
- You take care of Nitty?
- Nitty had already made that move
and caught me slipping.
- Man, fuck hunting some dear.
Let's go hunt some niggers.
Pew, pew.
- When I finally got up out that truck,
first person I touched just so happened to be
the person that was carrying the drugs
from Chicago to L.A.
I actually was the first person to be infected
from the pills.
I popped one of them pills,
thinking it was asprin.
That's when all hell broke loose.
(instrumental hip hop plays)
(phone ringing)
- Nitty, what's up about nigga?
'Bout time yo ass called.
- Oh shit. You got him in the truck?
- Man, I had this nigga on ice
for a whole week for you, my nigga.
What you wanna do with this nigga?
- Ay, check this out though.
Keep that nigga in the trunk though.
- Fuck no, I'm not leaving him in the...
Man, I ain't leaving this nigga
in my motherfucking truck.
I'm 'bout to just plug this nigga, man
and get it over with.
- Na, hold on.
I'm telling you homie.
I got a whole different concept, man.
Just keep him on ice.
Don't even trip.
- Ayt man. Ayt.
Ayt, say no mas. I got you.
( softly chatting with each other)
- Shake it up.
Just got off the phone with Nitty.
I found out what we gonna do.
I'm cut his motherfucking head off,
stick his dick in his mouth
and take it to his momma house.
Nah, I'm just fucking with you.
He said, "Leave that nigga in the trunk."
Leave the pussy in the truck.
Let's make a move homie.
Let's take care of business.
Watch how you'll move though.
Every minute. Take care of that, bro.
This nigga Nitty sick.
Crazy motherfucker!
(gangsta rap music begins)
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Chicka, chicka, chicka ♪
♪ This nigga ain't gonna do me like that ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Bitch nigga can't do me, no like that ♪
♪ I'ma get my razor blade, carve a new tat ♪
♪ Feed you to my rat, get yo face ate ♪
♪ I'm on my blood thirst missions ♪
♪ Leaving nigga's wishing that there was no repercussions ♪
♪ I'm busting like a maniac ♪
♪ Popping heads off ♪
♪ At you pumpkins from the pumpkin patch ♪
♪ Bitch nigga, you gon' die last ♪
- What you doing?
(car door closing)
(instrumental hip-hop music begins)
- [Jay Boogie] Hey, where's Tmac at?
- The fuck you'll want?
What you'll doing here?
- We ain't asking for a lot, fam.
We asking where Tmac at, bro.
- This shit better be important.
Hold on.
(instrumental hip-hop music continues)
- Tipsy rolled, head ass nigga.
- We 'bout to handle this here.
(instrumental hip-hop music continues)
(barbell weights shaking)
- Damn. What's up Peaches?
- [Peaches] What's up, Tmac?
- Damn. What you doing over here?
- [Peaches] Can I talk to you, away from all your goons?
In private.
- Shit.
What you gotta say to me,
that you can't say
in front of all my nigga's?
- Damn.
(Peaches sighing)
- [Tmac] C'mon.
(Peaches heels clicking on the floor)
- Peaches, Peaches. What's up honey?
What's going on?
- Listen, Tmac.
- What's wrong?
(Peaches sighing)
What's wrong?
- My shit is going wrong.
That nigga Nino is still missing.
- [Tmac] What?
(upbeat hip-hop music begins)
♪ All my life ♪
♪ Grinding all my life ♪
♪ Sacrifice ♪
♪ Hustle, pay the price ♪
♪ Want a slice ♪
- Where the fire at?
- You owe $15 ass nigga anyway.
- You got me fucked up.
$15 ass nigga, is that right?
- That's right.
- Where the cake at my nigga?
- Damn.
Ayt.
- Yeah, get the cake.
- Let's try that shit from the back.
- This nigga did 20 years for cocaine.
Nigga, you better know who the fuck
you talking to nigga.
(tense music plays)
- [Big's Goon] Yo Big.
Some chick out here to see you.
- Who is it?
- [Big's Goon] I don't know. Some little thick ol'chick.
- Nigga, who the fuck is it, man?
- [Big's Goon] Man, she coming here for Nino.
- Oh yeah, send here back.
(security door buzzing)
- [Big] Ooh, Peaches!
- Big, what's up?
- [Big] Damn girl. I ain't seen you in like, what?
10 years?
- Yeah, something like that.
- You left without saying goodbye though.
- [Peaches] Well Big, you know what?
You were unconscious.
- [Big] Yeah, that tends to happen
when you're losing so much blood so fast.
- Okay, well.
I wasn't trying to kill you, okay?
- Sure have a funny way of showing it.
- Look, Big.
I ain't here for all that, all right?
- You right, you right.
Come on 'round back, let me look at you.
Look at you.
Okay.
- [Peaches] All right.
- Look at you!
Motherfucking Peaches, girl.
You think you was just gonna walk
in this motherfucker after 10 years
and I'm supposed to forget
that you motherfucking cut my throat?
- Big, I need your help
and I can pay you, okay?
- Bitch, I don't want your motherfucking money!
- Look. Okay, look.
We both know that I saved your life that night
and they was about to kill yo ass.
I had to do something.
So I took a knife
and I made you bleed a little,
just to make it look like you was dying!
- [Big] What do you want?
- Big, I need your help.
I need you to find somebody for me.
- Me not killing your ass makes us even.
So what's in it for me?
- Big, money.
Lot's of money.
- I already told you,
I don't want your fucking money.
- [Peaches] Well, what do you want Big?
- Shit, you know what I want.
- What?
You know what?
- Just sit that down for over here,
just sit it down.
- You can't even handle this shit.
You can't do nothing with this.
- Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on-
- And besides, this is Nino's shit.
You hear me?
- This is?
- Yes.
- Let me see that.
Put your hands up.
- It's Nino's shit.
I just told you, this is Nino's shit.
- Girl, you right.
Let me see you do a little spin with Nino's shit.
There.
(Big slapping Peaches)
- [Big's Goon] Damn, what the fuck?
- You'll get the fuck outta here.
Let me talk to her by myself.
- Damn.
(tense music swelling)
(mellow instrumental music plays)
(knocking on door)
- Yo!
- [Peaches] What the fuck?
- Wake up.
You know who it is.
Open that door.
(Door creaking open) What up Peaches?
What's popping girl?
- What the fuck?
What the fuck you want?
- Just coming to check on my people.
I ain't seen Nino for a minute,
so I'm wondering where my nigga at.
That's all.
- Well, you know what?
That nigga out there, handling his damn business-
- Right. - Shit.
- Okay, okay.
I was just checking.
No reason to be all angry.
Tell the nigga I came by.
- What the fuck.
Get outta here.
- You here though.
- [Peaches] I don't know where the fuck he at.
- All right. I see that gun.
- Yeah, you see that shit.
(door creaking closed)
(Peaches sighing)
- Nino, I hope everything's all right.
(foreboding music begins)
(Nino knocking on door)
(foreboding music continues)
- Nino! Is that you?
- Is Chris in there?
I need to see Chris.
- What's wrong with you?
What happened to you?
- Is Chris in there?
I need to see Chris.
- Hold on. Hold on.
(foreboding music continues)
- Chris! Get in here! Now!
Now!
- The fucks going on?
- It's Nino!
He's bleeding from the motherfucking face.
- What? - I'm not letting him in
and you're not letting him in either.
- You know what?
(instrumental hip-hop music plays)
(Royal knocking on door)
- [Pacho] Yo, who is it?
- Royal.
Man, is King there or not nigga?
(Pacho mumbling)
Give me a minute, let me check on him.
- [Royal] Okay, you got a minute.
- Coke fiend ass motherfucker.
King, it's Royal.
He wanna see you man.
- [King] Let the nigga in, man.
- [Pacho] All right.
(door unlatching)
Come on in man.
- Yeah, let the nigga in man.
All right, all right. I bet you do.
You'll in a hotel.
What happened to the spot?
- It's hot man.
Police everywhere, helicopters and everything.
Man, we trapping out the telly.
- That's cool.
- That's how we get it. Hollywood style-
- Where the King at?
- Hold up, man. Let me check on him. Hold up.
- Yeah, check on the King
'cause you just (indistinct)
all the silver in the world.
- God damn King! You fucked up, man!
(King vomiting) - [Royal] Oh shit!
- Yeah nigga, I'm good.
- Damn, what y'all get us in?
- [Prostitute] Crack.
- Crack?
- Bitch, shut the fuck up!
(King groaning)
(King vomiting)
- Fuck pooch!
Pacho!
- That's right. You got it right.
What you want, man?
- Ah man, I need you to go get something for my stomach.
- What you want, man?
The fuck I look like, man?
- The motherfucker that's about to
go get something for my stomach, nigga.
You better go bust a move!
- I told you not to mix that shit up man.
- Shit! The fuckers always wanna be like,
"I told you so."
Just help a nigga out.
- I don't want none of the shot that he got,
that's all I know.
But you need to go to the store
and the stuff or whatever the fuck.
- I'll be right back man,
don't touch nothing.
Right back.
- I ain't gonna touch none of yo shit,
I'm balling right now.
- Good, good. - I hope you see this.
All right, cool.
'Cause I like all the trap shit
right there to let me know
you balling a little bit too hard.
(King vomiting)
- [Royal] Look. All right.
Good shit.
- [Chris] The fuck you doing bruh?
- Nigga! I'm been looking for you, nigga!
- Looking for me for what?
- Nigga, I was at the club.
- Man, calm yo ass down.
Come over here man.
Shit, I got neighbors.
Calm yo ass down man.
What the fuck is going on?
- See, I was at the club.
These nigga's at the club.
These nigga's tried to kill me!
I'ma fuck them nigga's up!
- What nigga's are you talking about?
- Nigga, shut the fuck up!
I'ma trying to tell you.
I need to take a shit though.
- Man, what the fuck?
- [Nino] Nigga, you gonna let me take a shit?
I'll take a shit right here.
- Nigga, you tripping man.
- [Nino] Nigga!
- Come on man, let's go in the house.
Keep yo shit down bro.
Yo gotta tell me what the fucks going on.
- [Nino] Nigga's was trying to kill me, nigga.
- [Chris] But what happened?
How that shit got turned into some shit like that?
Hurry up, go take a shit.
- What? Why?
What is he doing in my house?
- It's my house too.
- That's the car he came in.
The door is open. There's somebody in there.
Go fix it.
Go figure out who's in there.
- [Chris] All right, calm down.
I finna go check right now.
- Bro!
- What?
- Man, I need you to go get me a towel.
- Nigga, the towels are in there with you.
- God damn it man.
Why you'll nigga's acting
like you'll can't do nothing for me!
Shit! Leave me in the heat.
(King vomiting)
- You need to relax man.
- Nah, I just need you
to grab the bag of the counter, okay?
I just need a bump, okay?
I just need to get right.
- You sure?
I don't think you can handle no bump right now
'cause I was looking at you
and you look like you need a doctor
but I...
You for real?
- Nigga, bring yo ass! Shit.
Got tired of me doing (indistinct).
Doctor Phil ass nigga.
Bring me the bowl!
I just need to get right.
Now get the fuck out, all right?
Shut that damn door.
("Flashlight" by Parliament begins)
♪ Ooh, I just can't find a beat ♪
♪ Flash light ♪
♪ Oh, I will never dance! ♪
♪ Flash light ♪
- I mean, a wild buffalo
is a regular ass buffalo
'cause what buffalo ain't wild, right?
You ever like, think about how
if you stood in the middle of the ocean,
would a whale come talk to you?
So if you look real close, it's like a swimming pool
with diamonds...
(Prostitute giggling)
You like diamonds?
- What the fuck going on in here?
I told y'all not to touch nothing.
Where king at?
- He should be in there.
Look at your hat. It's good.
- You wanna be like me, don't you.
Let me go check on him.
- Oh shit my nigga!
You fucked up bad!
God damn!
- Ooh! That nigga dead.
- Nah, he ain't dead. He just OD'ing, man.
- Nah, that nigga dead.
- Nah, he just OD'ing man.
- Somebody need to call the police.
- Nigga, you 911.
Crooked ass police.
You call 'em.
- [Royal] Oh yeah. I am 911.
- [Pacho] Well, drive him to the hospital.
It's right down the street.
- Yeah, I'd drive him to the hospital down the street.
Except for the fact that I'm high as fuck!
- We just can't let him die man.
What we gonna do?
- Just let me think.
Put the nigga in the tub. Yup.
Pick the nigga up, put him in the tub.
- What the fuck. - Put him in the tub.
- God damn King.
God damn King!
(tense music begins)
- [Chris] Oh shit.
Ayo, Wizdom.
Hurry up
and get yo motherfucking ass over here, right now.
This motherfucker Nino done came over here.
He got a God damn dead body in the car
in front of my house.
What the fuck you mean,
"There's a dead body in front of my house?"
This nigga Nino is on one right now.
Oh shit!
(tense music continues)
(water running from faucet)
(Nino groaning)
- That's nice.
(Nino mumbling incoherently to himself)
- [Dr. Phil] My drug,
17-C28,
I call it, "Joy."
(Nino rambling incoherently)
(Chris's girl rambling incoherently)
- Are you okay?
(foreboding music begin)
- Are you okay?
(foreboding music swelling)
(Chris's girl gasping)
- [Chris] I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry.
I'ma shoot this motherfucker.
Fuck!
You was right.
This is one crazy motherfucker right here.
He on something.
Off that God damn Flakka or something.
Kill this motherfucker right now.
Shit man, motherfuckers be tripping.
Damn.
Can't get a break 'round here.
(Chris's girl breathing heavily)
- Did you see him?
- What happened?
- Did you see him?
Did you see him?
His eyes turned black.
He is the devil.
He's the devil!
- [Chris] Calm yo ass down.
Girl, what the fuck is you doing?
Calm yo ass down.
- Nino!
Wake up!
What the fuck happened to you?
- [Nino] Hold on, hold on, hold on.
- Oh my God!
What is going on?
- I said God damn it, get the fuck outta my house
right now!
- Wait! We leaving! We leaving!
- Don't say shit to me.
You get this motherfucker
and you get the motherfucker outta here, right now.
Or I'ma a shoot one of you motherfuckers.
Hurry up, God damn it.
Don't ever come around here with that bullshit again
or I'ma bust a cap in somebodies ass.
The fucks wrong with y'all?
- You got your keys?
- Yeah.
- Okay, I'ma need you to take my car
and I'ma take yours.
Can you drive? - Yes.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
- Okay, follow me.
(car whooshing past)
(cartoonish music begins)
- Man, how she got outta here?
Man, she's good.
You know yo momma should be doing this, right?
- Yeah but mommy's at school right now.
- [AK] I know where she at.
She done left me with the...
Who you like doing your hair better?
Me or your mom?
- You.
- [AK] You do, baby?
Okay.
Well you don't be saying that,
I thought you said that when I do it,
like your hair starts...
Your hair is tender.
Huh?
(phone vibrating)
- Mommy gonna make it better.
Look, hold up.
(phone vibrating)
- Hello.
- [Dr. Phil] Yes, hello.
Can I speak with AK.
- Hold on baby, okay?
Watch cartoons.
Daddy will be right back.
Who is this? What's up?
- [Dr Phil] I got your number
from a mutual friend,
Aux.
- Aux? He should have told you that our business is done.
- [Dr Phil] He informed me,
that you could help me with a small matter.
So frankly, we don't have any other choice.
- I'm not into
other peoples problems.
So, you know,
I can't fuck with you.
- [Dr Phil] How about $100,000 to make it your problem?
- You just made your problem, my problem.
What's happening? Holla at me.
(Nino breathing heavily)
- Bitch!
- Yeah, I just knocked your motherfucking ass out!
Now get the fuck on.
(Willy laughing)
- Damn, You just gonna let the nigga do you like that?
You better go handle yo motherfucking business.
- On the real nigga, you need some help?
- Nah nigga, I got this.
(atmospheric music begins)
- Nino, what you doing here?
- So this the part where I must be dreaming.
Bitch! What the fuck you doing here?
Fuck you nigga!
(vacuum cleaner sucking)
I can't get all this up.
This a lot of dirt.
- That's 'cause everybody in the game is dirty.
- Nigga, you dead.
- If I'm dead, how come I was fucking yo bitch last week?
(Nino screaming)
- No nigga, I got this.
- You should kill the cop first.
- Look. I murder for whoever paying the most.
(Nino laughing)
- Fuck Nitty. I'm running shit.
- Nah nigga, you ain't...
I'ma kill you next bitch.
- I have a gun and I'm gonna shoot you.
(gun firing)
(Nino gasping for air)
(Peaches knocking aggressively on door)
- Damn, Nino!
- Bitch shut the fuck up-
- What the fuck happened to you?
Oh my God!
(door slamming shut)
(atmospheric music plays)
- Get the fuck off me.
- Don't touch that shit bitch.
- Damn! What the fuck happened to your face?
- I'm all right. I told you,
I'm all right.
- Man, what the fuck.
Who's house is this?
Is this where the fuck you've been in all this time?
- Nah bitch!
I've been in a motherfucking truck dying, bitch.
- Man, who's house is this?
- This one of Wizdom's cribs.
- What?
You mean to say you called that bitch
before you called me?
After all the shit I done did, Nino.
For real. Really?
(upbeat music begins)
- Nino!
You here?
(Wizdom's heels clicking across the floor)
- Who are you?
- Oh. Shit, you must be Wizdom.
- I am. And you are?
- Oh, you ain't know?
I'm Peaches. Nino's girl.
- Well, where is he? Because we need to talk.
- Talk about what?
And how you even know my nigga?
You need to be talking to me about this shit.
- Look, you must got me confused with some ghetto bitch.
I don't have time for this low level bullshit.
Look, I did your man a favor.
Which is evidently whatever you can't do for him.
- What bitch?
Bitch, who the fuck you think you is?
Talking to me up in here like this?
Fuck you and this damn house!
- [Wizdom] Well get the fuck out then!
- Yeah, fuck you and this damn house, bitch!
(Peaches and Wizdom arguing over each other)
- Ay! Calm the fuck down.
- Fuck this shit! - Calm the fuck down.
- I don't know who the fuck she think she is,
talking to me-
- Whatever! Nino, can we talk?
- Ay, give me a minute.
- Nino, can we talk?
- Just go.
- Ham in it?
- I hooked you up with this spot
and you got this crazy hoe in here trying to kill me.
- She just jealous.
Shit, she think I'ma leave her for you.
Look at all this shit.
Ah, shit!
- [Wizdom] How you holding up?
- I'm cool. I just gotta find out
who got this bounty on my head.
Then I'ma fuck them up
and I'ma be back in the game.
- Oh.
Remember back in the day,
we used to sell weed out of Pacho's store?
- Yeah, shit.
He was cool back then.
All we had to do was just throw the man a joint
and we was good.
- [Wizdom] And I was gonna blow up like Pablo Escobar.
- Shit you did, you know?
You out here balling and shit.
Ain't nobody made it out here like that but you.
- Well I changed the way that I'm playing the game,
maybe it's time that you change the way you playing it too?
- Oh, shit. Well everybody can't just
go marry no rich motherfucker like yo husband
and you know, Marry Poppins out the hood.
- Oh, is that what you'll think I did?
You think I just fucked my way to some money
and said, "Fuck y'all?"
- Shit, look around.
This is a far way from
rats and rubbers in the projects?
We still up in them motherfuckers.
- Look, I met my husband in community collage, struggling.
I was attracted to him because for his ambition,
not because of what he had,
which was nothing, by the way.
He saw a poor girl struggling from the hood
and made her believe in herself.
And everything that we have, we built together.
And I'm not judging you
and I gotta believe that you called me here for a reason.
- I did but not for you to bring me out here
and give me a conversation
and turn me into a motherfucker,
like your square ass husband.
Shit, these motherfuckers owe me money.
And I'm get that shit.
- Look, I'm not trying to change you, Nino.
I just want you to be safe.
(creepy music plays)
- I'm cool. I got this.
- All right.
Well, my husband will be back in two weeks
and after that, we selling it. So...
- Heard. That's all the time we need.
(cars whooshing past)
(bird chirping)
- Here you go.
- [Stephanie] Talk to me.
- Don't start Stephanie!
- Don't start Stephanie?
Is that all you have to say to me?
I put my job in jeopardy
getting you hired at the firm.
And I tricked the board into getting the drug exposed
by more tests, like you suggested.
And now you're telling me it's missing?
- It just wasn't acquired yet.
- This was your plan, James.
I was all ready, to put it into the medication.
This extra shit has got to stop!
- It's the only way it's going to work.
Trust me!
(water running)
- Fuck that shit!
I'm a kill them motherfuckers.
- Nino. You got to get well first, right?
- [Nino] Man, fuck that shit.
I'm going back to that building,
getting my motherfucking money.
- No the fuck you ain't going back over there
to that damn building!
- I'm going back to that motherfucker
and getting what's mine!
- You ain't got to do shit.
Don't worry about it.
I got it in the trunk baby.
- What?
How you do that shit?
- Well, I got Nino's drop off man.
- Come here.
We drop the shit, you bring the money.
- [Peaches] And I got him to tell me,
where the fuck they might be keeping yo ass at.
(Gangsta slapping)
- Nah, nah, nah.
(tense music plays)
- [Peaches] Nino, what the fuck is wrong with you?
Damn. You acting crazy.
- I'm good, I'll be back.
- You sure nigga?
- [Nino] I'll be back.
- That nigga crazy as fuck.
(knocking on the door)
- Nigga beating in the door like he the police or something.
Who the fuck is that, dude.
- What up with you King.
- How's it going bro?
This my nigga right there.
- Ay. What's happening fool?
That nigga Pimping Young here?
- Come on brother.
You do this shit every time.
All right fool, all right.
Ay. What's happening with y'all?
Where that nigga Pimpin Young at?
(knocking on door)
- [Pimpin] Who the fuck is it?
- It's Little Hunk.
- [Pimpin] Who?
Ay man, check yourself dammit.
When I'm in here with my bitch,
and you hearing me checking my bitch, my nigga,
you have respect, my nigga.
Now, I don't give a fuck who on the phone.
If it's Jesus, tell him to call God
and then have him call me.
You understand what I'm saying?
That's on some pimping man.
Now I'ma holla at you in a second.
Let me deal with this bitch right quick.
- All right, all right. Show them.
- [Pimpin] Ay bitch!
This some real motherfucking pimp shit, bitch.
When I send you to the motherfucking track,
I'm sending myself bitch.
I expect you to do what I was supposed to do.
It ain't no questions asked.
Ain't no hoecializing, it ain't none of that bitch.
You stump down on my motherfucking bread,
you bring that shit home bitch,
keep you motherfucking mouth shut
and go do it again bitch.
That's what a pimp do.
You understand what I'm saying?
Now all that reckless whoring you been doing bitch,
we gonna have to deal with that later.
But right now bitch,
I need you to go get my motherfucking money!
Let's go get that.
Hold on P. Come on, let's go.
- Nino on the phone-
- Yeah, come on in man.
What the fucks going on now?
Nino.
What?
Ay P, is we pimping or are we gang banging man?
Nah man, that ain't what I've been hearing Nino.
It's all bad in the streets.
I got my phone,
I got all five of my phone's
ringing off the hook about you man.
No, you need to meet me at the big house in an hour.
That's what you need to do.
♪ So is you pimping or you gang banging? ♪
(Jay Boogie knocking on door)
- [Peaches] Who is it?
- It's Boogie.
- Oh shit. What's up man?
- Ay, this motherfucker live as fuck.
- Shit. I know nigga, I know.
- Ay, that nigga here right now?
- Hell no.
I think he went back over to Westlake or something.
- [Jay Boogie] I can shoot over there
and look for him if you need me to.
- No, aha. No, no, no.
I need you right here with me,
just in case that nigga come back.
I'm telling you, he is not the same.
- I mean, how this nigga get this crib?
(trap music begins)
- Man. The parties gonna turn up tonight.
We out here man.
- It's going down. It's going down.
- Oh shit. What the fuck?
Boogie, what the fuck are they doing here?
- Ayt, look. Check this out.
You told me nigga's is tripping.
So I'ma keep some goons with me.
- Look, Nino told me not to tell anybody about this spot.
I'm pushing it having you up in here.
Come on now.
- Chill Peaches. It's cool, it's cool,
you know what I'm saying?
He a real nigga.
He wanted real nigga's with him.
- Okay.
Fine.
But you motherfuckers better not touch anything
up in here, you hear me?
Don't touch nothing.
Don't tell nobody else about this spot, Boogie!
- [Jay Boogie] I love you too gorgeous.
- Man, enough of all that.
Check this out.
We should tell her about the party
'cause we finna have this function bro.
- Ay, look. Don't worry about all that.
Let me take care of that, ayt.
You just worry about them fly hoes.
- [Boogies Goon] Man, we got this.
(trap music continues)
- Make them phone calls nigga.
- Ay man. When your boy gonna be here?
We've been waiting all day.
He should have been here hours ago.
- Ay, look. You see where we at?
You can look over there and see what we doing.
Don't nothing stop.
But you gotta be a little patient, you feel me?
He gonna be here when he here.
- Yeah but time is money
and I'm out of patience,
you know what I'm saying?
A lot of shit been going on in these streets.
But see, the force we dealing with,
I just really gotta make sure, you know,
the nigga's still alive,
you know what I'm saying?
So much going on in the streets right now.
Whole bunch of shit going on.
Motherfuckers saying this,
motherfuckers saying that.
How do I know that he's alive?
- I'm about to fuck this nigga all up.
Okay, this nigga balling.
- What's up nigga.
Who you here to see, nigga?
- I'm hear to see Pimpin Pomona Young, nigga.
- No nigga. You aint on the list, nigga.
- Nigga, fuck a motherfucking list.
Ain't no motherfucking list.
Do I look like I need a list, nigga?
- You ain't getting in here
unless you got a motherfucking list,
name on it and all that, nigga.
- Open the motherfucking gate, little nigga.
- I'm out here trying to get the dough.
- Ay my nigga,
some nigga here to see Pimpin Young.
I don't know who this nigga is though.
He ain't on the list.
- Nigga, there ain't no motherfucking list.
- He ain't on the list.
Fuck that nigga.
- Oh that's Nino, he's cool.
- Fucking Nino?
- Yeah. He good, he good.
("No Options' by KayNine begins)
♪ Shout out my nigga's ♪
♪ We getting money ♪
♪ Marry my money ♪
♪ These bitches be thothing ♪
♪ Quit the commotion ♪
♪ We pull up and popping ♪
♪ Niggas get quiet when bodies start dropping ♪
♪ For making them comments ♪
♪ You left me no option ♪
♪ Begging for money ♪
♪ Better get off your ass ♪
- Ay, I'm looking for Pimping Young.
- Who's is you?
Are you on the list?
- Ain't no motherfucking list!
- Nigga, who the fuck you talking to?
Stanking ass. Let's go.
I'ma take you to him right now.
("No Options" by KayNine continues playing)
♪ Put me and nigga on the t-shirt ♪
♪ Mac and Lil' with a three rhyme verse ♪
♪ I don't know why he get, say go to church ♪
- [Pimpin] There certain things
that we gotta conduct ourselves
and how we conduct ourselves.
♪ Big 45's, nigga it ain't important ♪
♪ Keep the car crunk when I park it ♪
♪ Trunk stay open like target ♪
- Boss man!
- Hey hey.
- I got this disrespectful ass nigga, Nino,
here to see you.
- Ooh.
Ay, send him down
and you come down with him, sister.
(crickets chirping)
- [Pimpin] Excuse me for a minute ladies.
Nino.
I missed you.
- I missed you too.
- Why you looking like this, P?
- I'm out here on the grind man.
- Gotta stay in line though.
These hoes, they sure motherfucking bitch.
- Girl, all you gotta do is walk to the store
and I know you could get some money.
- But I lace your pimping, P.
(hip hop music begins)
♪ Instead of dancing with the stars ♪
♪ She dancing on the stars ♪
♪ All up in the club ♪
♪ On Hollywood Boulevard ♪
- Yeah, she still getting it.
- Okay, okay.
Well look,
I need you to meet some of our friends.
- What you doing?
- I need a team of killers, man.
- Killers?
- Killers, man.
- I don't wanna have to repeat myself
'cause (indistinct).
- PCM!
Fall in!
- Ay, ay, ay.
This the nigga that was at the front.
- No shit?
(AK clapping his hands)
- What's good.
- What's up bruh?
I hope you got them eyes, working like you used to
'cause I need 'em.
- Come on man.
You know I don't fuck around like that anymore.
I be out the way dog.
- Listen, listen, listen.
I need you to find somebody for me, man.
His name is Peter Goldberg, dude.
- I promised my family, man.
I ain't even on that shit no more, man.
I'm out dog.
- Listen, listen.
I see your family and all that but listen.
I got $10,000 for you right now.
- $10,000?
- What?
(AK ruffling in his pockets)
(AK slamming cash on the counter)
- Count it.
- You's a cold nigga, man.
(Eyez laughing)
Come on, let's go man.
- If you searching for a missing person,
they either 1, dead
or 2, they don't wanna be found.
In the case of Mr. Goldberg,
that nigga deader than a motherfucker.
- What the fuck?
Why these motherfuckers got me looking
for a dead motherfucker, man?
Ah, hell no homie.
- You might wanna call 'em.
- I can work with that.
Okay. I can work with that.
Okay. Bet.
Ay, change of plans nigga.
I need you to find the nigga that stabbed him
and get that video.
- Just looks like some random nigga to me.
- Come on, man.
Put your best ears and eyes to work.
I need to find him.
- Man, you want me to look for a second person?
I'm gonna need some second person money.
- Man, come on.
I got another $500.
- $500?
500 what? Thousand?
- Come on.
You gonna empty my pockets, man?
- What you got for me, dog?
- I give you a hundred stacks, man.
That's it.
- A hundred.
- A hundred?
I gotta go get it.
You think I got it on me right now?
- Go get it.
- I got you.
- Give me a couple hours.
- I got you, man.
Listen. Put your best ears and eyes to work
'cause you own it.
Real shit.
Get your best eyes and ears to work, nigga.
(tense music begins)
- Where the bitch at? - What bitch?
- Where the bitch at?
- I don't know what bitch you talking about.
That's the wrong answer. (gun firing)
(tense music continues)
(security door slams shut)
(security door buzzing)
- This the nigga Big was talking about, right here.
Hold on nigga, let me holla at you for a minute.
- Who the fuck is you, nigga?
- Calm down, calm down.
You Nino?
- [Nino] Who the fuck wanna know?
(Goon starts laughing)
- This motherfucker crazy.
- Hey, we just wanna know if you Nino or not, bruh.
- [Nino] You looking for Nino?
- Yeah, we looking for Nino.
- [Nino] Yeah nigga, I'm Nino.
(gun firing)
(Nino punching)
- Ah! My fucking eye!
- Fuck yo eye nigga!
Who the fuck sent you!
- Big Murder sent us bruh!
- For what?
- Some girl came by shop looking for you bro.
- Who?
- Some girl with a fat ass.
She came out looking for you.
(Goon screaming)
(Nino slapping window aggressively)
- Let me up in the motherfucker nigga!
- Man, who you here to see?
- I'm looking for the pussy ass soldier,
that punk ass wave store.
Little bitch ass nigga.
- Man, calm that down.
Hold on man.
Stay right there, hold on.
- [Nino] Let me up in this motherfucker, nigga!
- What's going on?
- Man, some little nigga out here,
tripping out here in the lobby.
- [Nino] Ain't nobody tripping.
I'm about to be tripping, nigga!
- Oh, it's Nino.
Yeah, go ahead and let him in.
(hip hop music plays)
- Come on. Step in here.
We about to turn up. Come on.
(hip hop party music begins)
(people chatting amongst themselves)
(record skipping)
(Nino shouting indiscernibly)
- What the fuck?
Nigga!
You need to change this nasty ass shirt you got on.
And fuck that shit you talking about.
And shut these motherfucking fake ass niggas over here.
Talk to your homeboys about this shit.
Fake ass shit.
Talk to your homeboys about this shit.
Boogie, explain yourself.
Yeah Boogie, tell him.
- Ay, look my nigga. - [Peaches] Explain yourself!
- Bitches, bottles nigga.
What more do you need?
- [Nino] Man, you get these motherfuckers
out my motherfucking house my nigga!
(Nino's head smacking on sofa)
(atmospheric music plays)
(trap music plays)
(crowd chatting in the background)
(Peaches bangles jingling)
(subdued hip hip music plays)
(foreboding music begins)
(foreboding music continues)
(Nino screaming)
(AK knocking on door aggressively)
- [Eyez] What's the word?
- [AK] What up?
What's happening?
- What's happening?
- Shit, you. What's up?
Check this out.
You tell me what that is?
- Shit. Look like some Molly to me.
- That's what I thought.
Look, if that's Molly my nigga,
these motherfuckers
just offered me a million dollars for it.
So, it can't be no Molly.
- A million dollars for this?
- I got the spread for you man.
Listen. We need to figure out what this is.
- Yeah. We do need to figure out what this shit is.
("No Witness" by Yungeen Ace begins)
- [Royal] Wake yo ass up and hit this blunt.
(Royal slapping girls butt cheeks)
♪ Said he gon' kill me, what the fuck do you mean? ♪
♪ Reach for my hammer, you thinking' 'bout robbin' me ♪
♪ Stick him up, it's a robbery ♪
♪ No face, no case, no identifying' it ♪
♪ All on that West, you know where to find me ♪
♪ No I ain't hidin', I'm all 'bout that violence ♪
♪ Homicide, another missing body ♪
♪ Ain't no witness, better not tell nobody ♪
♪ Real hitters move in nothin' but silence ♪
♪ All of my brothers be wildin' ♪
♪ Send a hit, leave 'em hollerin' ♪
♪ Real hitters move in nothin' but silence ♪
♪ All of my brothers be wildin' ♪
♪ Send a hit, leave 'em hollerin' ♪
(phone vibrating)
- Hello?
(hip-hop music plays) - [Dr Phil] My drug.
0713-C28,
I call it, "Joy."
It's specifically designed
to cause self inflicted genocide.
- Okay. So you got the pills out the car?
Sell the pills.
Call your man and sell the pills.
- Sell the pills?
What you mean, "Sell the pills?"
- Yeah. We gotta make a deal
'cause if we ain't gonna do nothing with 'em
and you ain't gonna let me try one.
- Man, the deal is done.
- The deal is done?
What you mean, "The deal done?"
- What you mean, "Make the deal?"
Deal is done.
- You got paid?
- What you think man?
I got $150,000.
- $150,000!
In cash?
So it's in the car somewhere.
You got cash?
'Cause you don't look like you got cash.
'Cause if you had cash,
I know you.
We'd be somewhere else.
Titties and bitches everywhere.
So you fell for that?
Put the money in the account,
James Bond shit?
You ever finished the James Bond movie?
Delete, delete, delete.
Nigga's go to war
'cause you don't get your money.
- What I look like to you? Huh?
Do I look like some type of joke to you or something?
I mean, for real homie.
- If you ain't go do the bag, can I try one?
'Cause 150,000 of them motherfuckers gotta be hitting.
- I'm gonna call call my connect man,
'cause you like, really like...
I'm telling you man.
- I'm trying to make it work out
the way it's supposed too.
- I'm getting sick of this man.
You're gonna have to start trusting me
or we gonna have to do something else, man.
- We do something else?
We gonna start like, a logging company?
This is what we do.
- Hold on, man.
- Damn.
All that money for just these.
- Ay. Give me the pills homie.
You think I'ma let you hold the pills.
- I wasn't gonna take your damn pills, man.
It's your deal, remember?
This is my guy.
We gotta go to the back.
- What you mean?
- Come on, man. I forgot.
You can't even fuck around.
Mess around and get us both killed.
- Now look.
When we get in, just let me do all the talking.
Do you.
Don't fuck nothing up.
- Wait, where we at?
- Right over here. Nigga, come on.
Morph.
Morphine.
What's up?
- [AK] We cool?
- Yeah, we cool man.
Close the gate behind you though.
This nigga testing, let's roll.
- Okay, I'ma need you to sign
everywhere where it's been checked, okay?
- Damn sugar.
This shit is barely legal,
you gonna make me sign this shit?
- Yeah, what the...
Nigga, if you want your shit to be sold
you need to sign this motherfucker
and sit the fuck down.
You understand?
Sign it and give it back.
I'm just saying. What?
Where the fuck you been?
- What's up Roxy? Damn.
- What the fuck you want now?
- I don't want none of this shit but...
- What? What? What? What?
- I was just seeing if you had Demerol left up in here?
- Can you read?
Clearly this is what we have.
- Where's Morphine at?
- He's at the back.
- Ayt, cool.
I'ma take this. 'Cause you don't need
no more God damn caffeine in yo system.
Come on.
- [Roxy] Bastard.
- Look at this shit.
What up Morph?
- What up Royal?
What's going on with you man?
- I'm good, I'm good.
I got some shit for you to look at.
I'm talking about some real...
I got some shit.
- Ay. Who the fuck is this nigga?
- This is my cousin.
- What?
- I thought you said we was going to some white folk.
- [Royal] Man, how many white people do I know?
Give him the shit.
Give him the pills.
He got the pills in his pocket.
He can be real easy to lose.
- Tell me what these are?
- [Morphine] Well, I guess it ain't asprin.
- Hell nah it ain't asprin.
We got a white boy about to give us
a half a mil for that shit.
- About to give me a half a mil, nigga.
- Well, as for that statement you made earlier.
Hey, I just look like this.
But I'm intelligent than a motherfucker.
You see this number and bars on this pill?
That's a concentrated batch.
That's the original tester.
Before they microdose it.
Let me run some tests on this man.
Ay, you'll got some time to kick it?
- Hell yeah we got some time.
- Ay look. You gotta excuse me homie.
This is my thing.
- [Morphine] That's what's up. - You know what I'm saying?
I got 150 racks about this.
- [Morphine] I get it man.
- This nigga didn't get the 150 racks.
But, you know. Half a mil is what we getting.
- [Morphine] Well check it out.
I make Morphine out of anything.
Gas and collard greens.
- Well do your damn thing-
- [Morphine] Let's see what it do.
- You need to put some more windows in this bitch.
It's dark.
- [Morphine] Let's make the play.
(old school rap music begins)
♪ I can see what you motherfuckers thinking ♪
♪ I ain't the average nigga though ♪
♪ You got me fucked up with the pussy niggas ♪
♪ I ain't never been through shit 'till my momma died ♪
♪ If I told a horror story ♪
♪ Fool dun lie ♪
♪ I'm a rapper, dancer, singer ♪
♪ macker, actor, entertainer ♪
♪ Any broad I want, I can crack ♪
♪ Four doors, four hoes ♪
♪ Cancel the show ♪
(AK snoring)
- [Morphine] Ay, yay yay.
Let's get up.
Wake up, wake up, wake up.
- What's good, man?
- Ayo, so check it out.
Right now, I don't know what's in this motherfucker
but what I do know, is that it's a combination drug.
- [Royal] What?
- Well, it means it's got more than one active ingredient.
I've done an ACU test, I found two. So far.
Opium and there's also an adrenaline inducer, okay?
I also found indicators
that navigate active ingredients
to the receptors in the spine.
- What?
- Do I look like Doogie Howser?
What the fuck are you talking about?
- Shut up, shut up man.
Go ahead, man.
Go ahead.
- [Morphine] So look.
Let me see how I'ma explain it to you'll.
So you know how you pop a Molly, right?
- Yeah.
- [Morphine] It's gonna go straight to your stomach,
to your liver, to your blood stream, to your head, okay?
Takes 20, 30 minutes to get you high.
Or you can shoot heroine.
It's gonna do straight to your bloodstream,
get you high way faster.
The fastest way to do it? The spine. Okay?
Only way you gonna do that
is to get a shot directly in the spine.
(Morphine clapping hands) - [Morphine] Bam!
You take that pill?
No shot needed. Booyah.
- Okay.
- You on yo A-game, man.
(AK clapping hands) Let's get the money, baby.
- I told yo ass!
Didn't I tell you?
Nigga, you my my nigga.
- How much is it worth?
- How much is this shit worth?
- 'Bout 100K a pill.
- [Royal] 100K a pill?
You was about to give a whole bottle away
for 150 imaginary thousand dollars.
We getting paid!
- You gotta be fucked.
- [Morphine] Well it's the actual genetic design of the pill
that's what makes it worth so much.
- [Royal] Okay.
- I've never seen anything like it.
Where you nigga's get these pills from?
- It's the plug, right here.
- You need to charge that nigga-
- Hold up, man.
- What's up?
- [Dr. Phil] You found my merchandise?
- Look. The whole little thing,
everything is flipped now.
I want a million dollars homie.
- Yeah, what you do is do some pimp shit.
What you need to do
is make some coke and weed bombs in this bitch.
'Cause I was thinking about bringing some hoes over here
but damn nigga.
You gon get me kicked out of Pimpedton.
- [Morphine] Well, I mean,
what I got going on over here man,
is I got a real-
- [Dr. Phil] What happened to our agreed upon negotiation?
- Listen, I don't wanna hear none of that.
Fuck that.
And you know what?
I want it all in cash too.
- [Dr. Phil] Well it's gonna take some time
to put that kind of money together.
- Because I know you're trying to work me,
you know what I'm saying?
So, I already did my homework.
Matter of fact. Look.
Ain't no more talking.
Get at me homie.
- [Dr. Phil] Let me see what I can do.
I'll call you.
- Until then, I got a spot we can chill at.
Let's get the pills and let's go.
Ay, Morph.
Grab the pills, we gotta roll.
(AK oohing)
- You did something. Finally.
In yo fucking life.
Let's get some money man.
- I got you.
- [Dr. Phil] I trusted your gang of degenerates
with my drug
and you've lost it?
- I understand your frustration.
Just calm down and let's work together on this.
- I'm not working with you on shit!
I'll go find the drug myself.
- What about the funding?
- I proved to you and Chicago
that that drugs works.
This whole L.A test was a waste of time.
You guys don't have the balls to get down on the ground
and do the testing.
- I take full responsibility
but I still need you to tell me
who is responsible for delivering the drug?
- Watch it you twat!
I'm not working with you anymore.
- Listen you fucking freak.
I can have your head cut off.
Do you hear me?
- Listen. I need some time to find the drug.
- You got 24 hours!
24 hours!
- That's enough.
But this is going nowhere.
- [[Stephanie] Fuck You!
(jar sliding across table)
- What's up my baby?
- What's up with you.
- Oh shit, I like the artillery.
- [Nitty] You like that?
- Hell yeah.
We hurting some nigga's with this shit.
- [Nitty] That little nigga ain't playing.
Fuck a deer.
We hunting some nigga's.
- [Nitty] Yeah.
- This shit is dope.
- You see that silencer, right?
(Goon imitating gun with silencer firing)
- Yeah. Quiet work.
- You know what I was gonna ask you homie?
Man, whatever happened to that meet?
- Oh shit. Everything went good man.
He was just like,
"Look. We gotta stop all the illegal shit
'cause we got some big, big money coming in."
- [Nitty] Big money, huh?
- Yeah. Some big money.
- How much we talking about?
- Shit. He handed out like, 2 million a piece
to like five of his boys.
Spread this out with you and your guys
and you'll lay off the illegal work
and there's more money coming. Big money.
- 2 million, huh?
- 2 million.
- Nigga, 2 million ain't shit.
2 million is not shit.
- Well shit. He had like everybody's attention in there.
I mean, nigga's was glued on him.
I mean, he walked in with them bags of money.
A black nigga too.
I'm talking, pssh.
Ain't nobody sat us down.
Came in the room.
I'm talking with bags.
He had real cash.
Bags of money.
And he just handing everybody bread
and we were looking at him like,
"This is what it is."
- See, that's how small nigga's think.
You feel what I'm saying?
That's small minded shit, my nigga.
Do you fucking know I've been paying that family
for 20 years nigga?
- 20 years?
- You know how much money that is?
- So everything they was saying
in the meeting about the money was real?
That shit was real?
- Real?
Let me tell you something homie.
Back in the 80's,
when the crack came,
everybody bro,
everybody,
the government, everybody,
was getting taxed 10%.
10%, all the drug dealers.
- Wow.
- Do you know how much money that is?
- Gotta be stupid though.
- They got about a billion dollars homie.
They sitting on a billion dollars, homie.
- Wow. - Easily.
- Trip off this shit. - Easy.
- The motherfucker told me, he been investing in prisons
and we gonna get some big, big kickbacks.
Big kickbacks.
If we just chill on the illegal shit.
- Man, fuck that shit!
Fuck that shit!
I'm tired of these motherfuckers
telling me what to do with my shit!
Nigga, I've been paying them nigga's
for a long ass time.
Man, I don't give a fuck about none of that homie.
I don't give a fuck about none of that.
You feel me?
This is real shit.
Do you know?
Do you even fucking know?
How long they gonna be in town my nigga?
- 'Till the end of the week.
He got some meetings.
After that, in New York.
He's supposed to meet up with these bosses
from every borough and shit.
- [Nitty] Is that right?
So that means we still got some time then.
- So what's the plan?
- So this gonna be the plan.
I'ma hook you up with the homie, right?
He gonna hook yo ass up with Mitchy.
You tell that motherfucker, homie,
I gotta have a motherfucking sit down with him.
Fuck all this internet shit.
Fuck all that shit homie.
There's real money out here.
Do you know what's going on?
How they monetizing everything.
The drugs, everything.
Nigga, 2 million ain't shit. Period.
We need some real money.
We need to have that fucking sit down.
You make sure you tell that motherfucker,
tell Mitchy,
tell that motherfucker-
- I got you.
- Come through.
- We need way more than that. I got you.
Understood.
What's understood don't gotta be explained.
I'll holla at you.
- Yeah. You already know what's up.
(door opening)
- What are you still doing up?
You got school in the morning.
- Stop, stop, stop.
Dad. Do you still have a sample of that fluid water?
- Yeah I do. But what's going on man?
What is it?
- See, look.
I'm looking into that pill you brought in.
(electronic device chiming)
Look. The biomedical properties.
They're all over the place.
- Okay, yeah yeah.
I see, I see. Look.
Look's like right here
the active ingredient,
it's (indistinct).
- Nah, nah. You still not seeing it.
(Holographic interface chiming)
Look right here.
The cap in this opioid is affecting the neuron connectors
in a way I've never even seen before.
But right here.
It forces the adrenaline to be pushed
into the cones and the wires in the back of the eye.
You can only imagine the level of paranoid images
this causes you to see.
(tense music begins)
(phone ringing)
- What's up Big, it's Peaches.
- [Big] What's up girl, what's happening?
- Well look, I just wanted you to find Nino,
I ain't want y'all to try and kill him.
What's up with that?
(Big laughing)
- Ay, I don't wanna even do that nigga like that.
But he showed up hella motherfucking disrespectful.
My nigga's had to put him down.
- What nigga? How you know me nigga?
- I don't know you.
I know your bitch, nigga.
- What?
- Yeah. She said you was slipping
and you need some help.
- [Nino] Nigga, I don't need your help for nothing!
- Man. (Goon punching Nino)
- Ah, nigga. Ah nigga.
I'ma chop yo motherfucking head off
and roast it in the oven,
then I'ma strangle yo bitch ass nigga!
- What the fuck?
- Nigga fuck you!
- Man, you lucky I owe your bitch a favor
or you'd be dead already.
- Take the trash out to the back.
- Yeah, I found your boyfriend.
He ayt.
He's gonna need somebody to pick his ass up.
- Well look, I'm trying to come see you.
Ayt.
- I don't know about all that shit, girl.
Every time a nigga fucks with you,
some bullshit always follows.
- [Peaches] Man, look Big.
Can't a bitch just wanna be fucked real good
instead of getting into all that extra shit?
Damn.
- That's all you want?
- You know what? Just fuck it.
Just don't even worry about it.
- Ayt, ayt. I'ma text you the address right now.
- Yeah.
Kill that bitch ass nigga.
You love that nigga, don't you?
- Man, I don't give a fuck about none of that.
Fucking murder. I don't give a fuck.
I'm walking in this motherfucker.
I'm killing babies, mommas, daddies.
You moving nigga?
We moving?
- Come on man. Slow down man.
You gotta slow down.
We got too much to lose.
You just gotta go do what you need to do.
Listen to the new g's,
listen to the OG's, man.
Slow it down.
We're gonna get Big Murder, then Nitty.
Now, if you make a big scene outta this,
we going through-
- Hey, this too big of move man.
- I don't know.
What's up man.
Come on Nino.
- Ay, check this out. Check this out.
You'll nigga's ready to do this shit?
I don't even know you nigga.
But I'ma let you get yo thang.
Are you sure nigga?
How long I been fucking with you?
- 10 plus.
- Okay, check this out.
Tkay. We go up in this motherfucker,
don't be shooting or none of that.
I need to talk to this nigga first.
Don't kill him, don't kill his bitch.
Don't kill nobody.
If somebody popping off,
it's gonna be me.
- You can shoot, I shoot.
You already know.
- Oh yeah. Let's go.
- Man! These motherfuckers got me fucked up.
I can't believe I'm up here,
talking to these motherfuckers.
Why the fuck...
Ay, homie. Ay.
Silent when I'm talking homie.
Silent. All right.
I can't believe the CEO or the president
of the fucking company called me up here.
Why you not showing up to the shows, homie?
You what? You don't even gotta answer that.
We supposed to be united homie.
Why you beefing it with him.
Why he beefing it with you?
What's up with this shit, essay?
You motherfuckers got me fucked up.
Look, think what you want
but I done put too much money behind this shit.
Now you gots to respect it or not.
How much money have you put behind it?
- Ay. Can I join the motherfucking party nigga?
(gun firing) (excitable music begins)
(gun shots fired)
(gun firing)
(Nino screaming)
Let's go!
Let's kill these motherfuckers man!
(foreboding music begins)
(guns firing)
(assault rifle firing)
- Damn. Ay homie.
Get these motherfuckers.
Ay, get these nigga's homie.
(gun firing)
(tense music plays)
(car doors slamming shut)
(car tires spinning against the gravel)
(assault rifle firing)
- Motherfucker!
Motherfucker!
(Nino breathing heavily)
- Ayo, Star. Make this run for me right quick.
- Damn daddy, I'm just getting my buzz on.
- The fuck?
Get yo ass up and make that run.
- [Star] Why can't Harry do it?
- Take that nigga with you.
- Damn, every time I get to chilling and everything...
Man, this is messed up.
- I don't know why you keep bumping them motherfucking gums.
- [Stars] It's always a money making mission,
so I ain't tripping anyway.
Whatever.
(Stars heel clicking in the distance)
- Yo.
- Ignorant ass nigga.
I'm telling you.
It was Freeway Rick Ross,
then The Cocaine Cowboys.
- Ah nigga, you forgetting about the main nigga,
Waterhead.
- What the fuck is Waterhead?
- Man, Waterhead was like a God to this shit man.
My pops, my uncle,
they used to run with that nigga back in the day.
They used to tell me
about how they used to rent private jets,
to fly to Vegas, to sit court side,
ring side at the motherfucking Sugar Ray fights.
Nigga, that was in '84.
Nigga's was like 23, 24. Balling.
- Balling.
- True story.
- I don't believe that shit.
- What?
- You can't forget about your boy, man.
Come on man, Harry O.
- Look man, they were my uncles man.
Michael, David.
And I'm telling you man.
They used to do finances for that nigga Waterhead.
Na what I'm saying?
Let me put it like this.
Nigga, I was there when Harry O put Mitch on.
- Motherfucking fleas nigga.
Nigga, what?
That nigga didn't put that nigga Mitch on.
Mitch and his brother came down from Detroit
and put themselves on, fool.
- Nigga, how the fuck you think
that nigga Mitch got the game about
putting the dope in the luxury vehicles, nigga?
Harry O had that shit on lock since the 80's.
- I fuck with Harry 0.
That's where all these nigga's got their swag from anyway.
- You God damn right.
I got so many stories for you'll nigga's,
you'll nigga's don't know.
Matter of fact, he the nigga that put Denzel Washington on.
- He put Denzel on?
- [Big] Hell yeah.
- Man, you'll some dick riders.
I know that for a fact.
- Man, fuck Harry O.
Where's Harry Dumbo?
Where that motherfucker at?
With the drank?
- Ah nigga, I can pour your fat ass
some motherfucking liquor-
- Ah! Look at this motherfucker.
Get yo Wayne Brady looking ass outta here, nigga.
- UPS looking ass nigga.
- Shoes look like wallets.
Look at them shoes.
- Ay, fuck all that.
Give me my drink man, come on.
- Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
You trying to shoot up on me?
You old Danny Denver, last dinosaur
looking motherfucker.
- Nigga, yo momma still line you up.
(group laughing)
That nigga momma got a pussy on him,
talking about how she gonna make money on the side.
(group laughing)
Look at this motherfucker right here, nigga.
He just left church motherfucker.
(car revving)
(instrumental hip hop music begins)
- Let's get these niggas.
- Hold up. This motherfucking nigga.
Fuck Big Murder nigga.
Get Big first nigga.
Pay back is a motherfucker, nigga.
Get the nigga bitch.
Yeah. Pussy ass nigga.
Get the bitch first, then get the nigga.
Fucking around nigga.
- What's up? What's up with that?
Shea butter?
- No.
- See you think you all Afrocentric
but I know where that hair came from.
I seen that. Aisle three.
(women screaming)
- What the fuck?
What the fuck?
- Hands down nigga.
Hands down.
Hands up, hands down.
Man, I don't give a fuck.
- What the fuck y'all want man?
- Nigga, Nino needs to talk to you.
How about that, nigga?
Fuck, I don't nigga!
I don't give a fuck nigga.
The fucks wrong with you boy?
- Shut this bitch up!
- Shut the fuck up.
- [Nino] Shut the fuck up!
I got something to say!
Ay, Project Blow.
Rob these motherfuckers, man.
Ay, shut that bitch up.
Is this yo bitch?
- [Big] Why you fucking with everybody man?
- Man, I ain't fucking with everybody.
As a matter of fact,
you like fucking with nigga's bitch, huh?
This yo bitch, nigga?
- No!
- I don't know here from a can of paint man.
- [Nino] Come here.
- Wait a minute nigga.
You ain't gotta grab here like that.
- Get the fuck down.
Get the fuck down.
Is this yo bitch?
- It's yo bitch nigga.
You want her?
- [Nino] What?
Nigga, I'm starting to enjoy this revenge shit nigga!
Kind of remind me of how God works.
You see, motherfuckers
go through this motherfucking Earth,
thinking they can just do shit to motherfuckers.
And think ain't nobody hold 'em accountable for that shit.
Fuck this bitch.
Fuck that nigga.
Until they end up with a motherfucker like me.
Bigger and badder than their motherfucking ass.
That's me nigga!
Oh shit!
What the fuck?
- Oh shit. Nino!
- [Dr. Phil] My drug,
17-C28.
I call it, "Joy."
- Nino.
- [Nino] Die bitch! (gun firing)
- Ay, where the you think you going homie?
- Man, I'ma take me to safety.
(Big cocking gun)
(gun firing)
(guns firing)
- You got that information I need?
- Yeah man. Whoever engineered this drug,
they made this drug just to effect black people only.
It could be dangerous-
- Okay.
- [Morphine] Possible irreversible side effects.
- Baby. Come upstairs and get you something to eat.
- That's all me.
- Yeah.
Aha, ah.
Wash your hands first.
- What?
Girl, come on.
- That's why we have all these-
- I ain't having none of that.
- Yeah, and that's why we have all these kids right now.
Hurry up and wash your hands so we can eat.
(motorcycle revving in the distance)
- Let me holla at you one time real quick.
- You know I got that little change up and shit,
you feel me?
- You guys, stop the wrestling.
- This plate better be ready.
- Hi baby. Foods almost ready, okay?
Where did this come from?
I told you I don't want dope money in my house.
- First of all, it's not dope money.
(Nino crying)
("Wrong Idea" from Bad Azz begins)
♪ Whassup nephew? ♪
♪ Sittin here choppin game with my nigga Bad Azz ♪
♪ Niggas get the misconception of us ♪
♪ Cause we so cold at what we do ♪
♪ But I really wanna let niggas know ♪
♪ what's happenin though. You feel me? ♪
♪ Now I don't want anybody ♪
♪ To get the wrong idea about me ♪
♪ I don't have nothin to hide ♪
♪ I want the world to see ♪
♪ I'm a gangsta gangsta ♪
♪ Gangsta niggas do your dance ♪
♪ C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah ♪
♪ Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands ♪
♪ See me, I'm bout my money, my paper ♪
♪ I'm bout my dollars ♪
♪ Poppin collars with this mac and this slack ♪
♪ and these two revolvers ♪
♪ See we smoke and go hoein ♪
♪ cause this bitch ain't never shit to me ♪
♪ And pussy stay sellin, so I never let it get to me ♪
♪ The shit to me is simple, it relies on credentials ♪
♪ We credible individuals, ahead of you we original ♪
♪ Better known as criminals, thuggin off on the stereo ♪
♪ Killin 'em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me though ♪
♪ Fuck 'em cause they can't see me doe and here we go again ♪
♪ The jealousy took me over success, ♪
♪ just keep you slower while, ♪
♪ you get nothin, we keep gettin more ♪
♪ Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top ♪
♪ Hit hit the switch and smash down the block ♪
♪ And oh yeah this Long Beach ♪
♪ so you know when you see a nigga ♪
♪ And don't never get the wrong idea nigga ♪
♪ (Yeah, nigga what?) Holla at 'em ♪
♪ Now I don't want anybody ♪
♪ To get the wrong idea about me ♪
♪ I don't have nothin to hide ♪
♪ I want the world to see ♪
♪ I'm a gangsta gangsta ♪
♪ Bitch nigga can't do me no like that ♪
♪ I'ma get my razor blade, carve a new tat ♪
♪ Feed you to my rat, get yo face ate ♪
♪ I'm on my blood thirst mission ♪
♪ Leaving nigga's wishing that they was no repercussions ♪
♪ I'm busting like a maniac ♪
♪ Popping heads off at you pumpkins from the pumpkin patch ♪
♪ Bitch nigga you gon die last ♪
♪ I hit you with my laughing gas ♪
♪ Ain't nobody laughing though ♪
♪ Tie yo big toe to the bumper of my tow truck ♪
♪ Know we don't give a fuck ♪
♪ Know we pull up to yo momma's house ♪
♪ After we dun drug your bitch at the round town ♪
♪ Nino Scarface, Willy Mammoth ♪
♪ We ain't fucking around ♪
♪ with you pussy ass nigga's and fake ass hoes ♪
♪ Hopping out the 4 doe ♪
♪ Bullet proof khaki suit ♪
♪ Got yo ugly ass bitch screaming ♪
♪ Don't shoot my nigga ♪
♪ Some nigga's took my dope ♪
♪ Ran in my trap ♪
♪ I can't let the pussy nigga's do me like that ♪
♪ I even got my main bitch running on the trap ♪
♪ Trying get the plug, the plug where it at ♪
♪ So nigga's took my dough, ran in the trap ♪
♪ I can't let the pussy nigga's do me like that ♪
♪ I even got my main bitch running on the trap ♪
♪ Everybody dead till I get that money back ♪
♪ What happens when goon meets goblin ♪
♪ Blood thirsty ♪
♪ Bloody murder, there'll be no mercy ♪
♪ The sweetest thing next us, see ♪
♪ Launcher in the waistband ♪
♪ Prepare for the wasteland ♪
♪ Gun hoe ♪
♪ Oh no, here come Nino ♪
♪ Savage executioner ♪
♪ Wolfman Hopkins ♪
♪ Fuck up the conference ♪
♪ A straight jab when we boxing ♪
♪ Pussy boi ♪
♪ That should never overlook me boi ♪
♪ Missile deploy like Trump daddy ♪
♪ Fire back caddy ♪
♪ Sipping this little Henny of this granddaddy ♪
♪ And the urge won't be quenched till it hurts daddy ♪
♪ You ♪
♪ A bitch nigga ♪
♪ Nagging got my head hurt ♪
♪ Bragging got your head burst ♪
♪ So better watch yo mouth, already told you this ♪
♪ 7-10 chronicles ♪
♪ No more word, watch the gang trip ♪
♪ Nigga's took my dope and ran in my trap ♪
♪ I can't let the pussy nigga's do me like that ♪
♪ I even got my main bitch running on the trap ♪
♪ Trying get the plug, the plug where it at ♪
♪ So nigga's took my dough, ran in my trap ♪
♪ I can't let the pussy nigga's do me like that ♪
♪ I even got my main bitch running on the trap ♪
♪ Everybody dead till I get that money back ♪
♪ I'ma a die mover I can bring the scene ♪
♪ A bunch of crip nigga's that bang with me ♪
♪ I'm a brim nigga, I know you P ♪
♪ What's your favorite alphabet ♪
♪ I love the P ♪
♪ I'm telling motherfuckers, you can't tame the beast ♪
♪ I wake up in the morning, I'll eat your niece ♪
♪ Pick her out my teeth, then I eat it on beast ♪
♪ And if a nigga want beef than we bring out heat ♪
♪ Loaded .45 on my hip ♪
♪ Nigga's that bark don't slip ♪
♪ Catch a hollow tip to your lip ♪
♪ If I get to busting that's it ♪
♪ It's all about the money nigga, ♪
♪ shit is never funny nigga ♪
♪ Nigga's talking loud, then we wrap ém like a mummy ♪
♪ Got a mini rocket in my motherfucking pocket ♪
♪ Show you 12 rounds nigga like HBO boxing ♪
♪ Some nigga's took my dope, ran in my trap ♪
♪ I can't let the pussy nigga's do me like that ♪
♪ I even got my main bitch running on the trap ♪
♪ Trying get the plug, the plug where it at ♪
♪ Some nigga's took my dough, ran in my trap ♪
♪ I can't let the pussy nigga's do me like that ♪
♪ I even got my main bitch running on the trap ♪
♪ Everybody dead till I get that money back ♪
- [Pimpin] Ay bitch.
This some real motherfucking pimp shit bitch.
When I send you to the motherfucking track,
I'm sending myself bitch.
I expect you to do what I was supposed to do.
It ain't no questions asked.
Ain't no hoecializing.
It ain't none of that bitch.
You stunt down on my motherfucking bread,
you bring that shit home bitch,
keep yo motherfucking mouth shut
and go do it again bitch.
That's what a pimp do.
You understand what I'm saying?
Now all that reckless whoring you been doing bitch,
we gonna have to deal with that later.
But right now bitch,
I need you to go get my motherfucking money.
Just go get that.
Hold on P. Come on, let's go.
- It's Nino.
- Nino, what's happening?
Where you been man?
Wait a minute, hold on man. Hold on.
What the fuck?
Who, P?
Well look, matter of fact,
we don't even talk about that over the phone.
Meet me over at the big house in an hour and a half man.
We'll be over there, P.
'Cause you need to talk to everybody.
The shit you doing right now,
you fucking up.
You fucking the whole streets up for everybody.
It's not just the pimp game,
it's every game you fucking up.
Some people you touched,
shouldn't have been touched.
("Pimping or Gang Banging" from Pomona Pimping Young begins)
♪ So is you pimping or you gang banging? ♪
♪ Nigga got mad 'cause I knocked his bitch ♪
♪ Ask me where I'm from, he said nigga this Crip ♪
♪ What's up with the gang banging ♪
♪ I thought we was pimps ♪
♪ He said, cuz I don't care 'bout this shit ♪
♪ I sell dope for a living ♪
♪ And I understood his game man ♪
♪ Pimping made it clear, we didn't come from the same strain ♪
♪ And these the type of things pimping go through everyday ♪
♪ Our job is to make the worst position the best ♪
♪ in the real way ♪
♪ Half the pimps in this world got a hood the repping ♪
♪ But God dun know, ♪
♪ they separate the banging from the pimping ♪
♪ In bitches eyes if you ain't a pimp, then you a trick ♪
♪ So I'ma keep popping my P's on that dodo money ♪
♪ Her ringtone keep ringing ♪
♪ I already told ém about the fee ♪
♪ But he still keep banging on me ♪
♪ So is you pimping or you gang banging? ♪
- [Pomona] Keep this seizing all the time.
Make sure we got the-
- Boss man.
- Ay.
- I got this disrespectful ass nigga, Nino,
here to see you.
- Send him down.
This the man I needed to see.
Huh. Speak of the devil.
Nephew.
Everything good?
- Oh yeah. Yes sir.
- That ain't what I heard.
- It's all good man.
- Man, why you looking like that P?
- 'Cause I've been out here grinding man.
- That's right. Remember these hoes.
They still bitches.
And I lay still pimping, P.
And we- - We still on.
- Nah P. That's not what I'm hearing.
And it's kinda bad on with you people.
- [Nino] Okay, we gonna rabble here.
Take that first man.
You know, hearsay don't stand in court.
- Bottom bitch.
It's all right.
I need you to come holla at a few of our family man.
- Let's do it.
- All right, let's go.
♪ See it's Mac and that's forever cracking ♪
♪ And these bitches, I'm gonna forever have 'em ♪
♪ I'm from the city of the P, I never play the captain ♪
♪ I said my baby momma too ♪
♪ I tried to be like sugar free ♪
♪ I grew up watching Pimpin Young ♪
♪ I'm fly Mac and where you at up on this Alice ♪
♪ In love with the game ♪
♪ and lately we've been talking marriage ♪
♪ 'Till then, I'm macking on a bitch ♪
♪ Like an apple at the same time ♪
♪ Get yo top popped like a Snapple at the same time ♪
♪ I'm sending a bitch, I'ma get at you ♪
♪ I ain't that nigga on the Silky Slim video ♪
♪ I gang bang but know exactly where everything should go ♪
♪ Gorilla pimping nigga ♪
♪ You just wanna be the hoe ♪
♪ I'ma take that bitch to places she ain't never seen before ♪
♪ I'm mouse trapping like I'm Snoop Dog ♪
♪ I had a couple prostitutes up in my Coop dog ♪
♪ Yeah, I send them hoes by the plenty ♪
♪ When she thought she left some pimping ♪
♪ It was gonna come and get me ♪
♪ Never nigga ♪
♪ I send a bitch with a broke arm, you nigga's know ♪
♪ Get it on my own, ♪
♪ 7-11 nigga, 10 to 4 ♪
♪ So is you pimping or you gang banging? ♪
- [Pimpin] Don't go together P.
What you gonna do?
You gonna pimp or you gonna gang bang?
♪ Some of your pimping is just really deplorable, horrible ♪
♪ Man, do you wanna fist fight or shoot ♪
♪ I mean, simply put, pimping is what you're not ♪
♪ But your hoe eying me ♪
♪ Nigga you need to be a pimp ♪
♪ And take off that eye and see ♪
♪ Person, place or thing ♪
♪ That's what a noun is ♪
♪ I'm a verb, moving hoes in and out of town bitch ♪
♪ Let me come to this game ♪
♪ Nigga you really a love killer ♪
♪ Punk, pedophile, bitch ass drug dealer ♪
♪ Nigga, let me catch you coming around ♪
♪ Telling nigga's what you doing ♪
♪ Motherfucking, you run up against Pimpin Young ♪
♪ You gon get ruined ♪
♪ What the ism is, what the ism does, what the ism saying ♪
♪ I heard the word ♪
♪ He got 40 years for not listening to what I'm saying ♪
♪ Now pimping is the real, the deal, it ain't none ♪
♪ If you're living for the fame in this game, it ain't one ♪
♪ If you're lacking in the brain, you need game, ♪
♪ Well take some ♪
♪ If you pimping and gang banging ♪
♪ Nigga then change one ♪
♪ So is you pimping or you gang banging? ♪
♪ I need my money ♪
♪ Pay me my money ♪
♪ Is you pimping or you gang banging? ♪
♪ Pay me my money ♪