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(object squeaking)
(object banging)
(door thuds) (rap music)
* Got my stock going way off
* Yeah, run around by myself
* Be fine by myself
* I don't need no one help
* I don't need no one else
* Built it by myself
* Bourbon from top shelf, yeah
* I don't need no one
- [Mario] Growing up where I'm from,
school shopping means something totally different
than I'm sure you remember.
* I don't need no one else
* Built it by myself
* Bourbon from top shelf
* I don't even, I don't want it
* I ain't got no label or a manager
* Gotta keep my percentages
- [Mario] With all that running through the projects,
running from principals in school,
dodging enemies,
you would never think
I used to be a fat kid, right? (scoffs)
* I guess I'm a hoarder now
* Stakes been high, take a look at my steak
* My steak been looking like porter house
* Brand new LLC, new EIN
* Had to open up more accounts
* Guess I'm back in my bag
* My bag, my bag been looking like more amounts
* People got me like, yeah
* Run around by myself
* Be fine by myself
* I don't need one help
* I don't need no one else
* Built it by myself
* Bourbon from top shelf
* I don't need no one-
Oh, yeah.
* Run around by myself
* Be fine by myself
* I don't need no one help
* I don't need no one else
* Built it by myself
* Bourbon from top shelf
* Yeah, I don't even know no one
* Been up all day until-
(door slams)
* They start getting challenged
* Then they say that I ain't playing fair
(footsteps scurrying) * I showed them receipts
- What the fuck? (gun bangs)
Motherfucker, come here, motherfucker.
I know who the fuck you is.
I know who you is, motherfucker.
I know you. (gun bangs)
Motherfucker, damn. (empty gun clicks)
Shit!
Fuck! Shit! (rap music)
Fuck! Damn!
Fuck! (rap music)
* Talking like a CEO but boy you ain't-
- You see, to make it where I'm from,
you gotta be willing to do whatever.
Niggas don't care that you broke.
Shit, everybody broke.
They don't care that you hungry.
We all hungry. (air whooshing)
It's about what the fuck you want.
I figured it out real quick.
* All right, yeah
* They say it couldn't be done
* But we moving along
* I like proving me right more than proving I'm wrong
* But always end up doing both
* High like the sun
* I'mma catch steam
* I can ran a whole city off the energy
* My ex decided to settle for a bum
* 'Cause she couldn't find a better me
* She would've had to look for a century
* I'm in the mud with the goonies
* I'm making it out
* Made the game and I'm saying my vows
* I never turn on the people-
(kids playfully yelling)
* They said it couldn't be done
* But I went from a novice to turning a profit
* I drop in and the lights is on, it be silence
* But now if I drop it
* I gotta a whole flood in the comments
* Yeah, it all nothing but guidance from me
* Get out the way-
(basketball rim clanks)
Hey, yo, lemme get a shot.
(ball pounds) (children chattering)
- All right, little, bro. - All right.
(children chattering)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
Hey, yo.
(suspenseful music)
- You Mario, right? - Yeah, who's asking?
No smoke, G.
Giving a friendly warning.
The boys on you.
Oh, I know them boys on me.
I know them niggas, homie.
- Hey, nigga. - Yo.
- Come here, lemme holler at you.
What's up, nigga?
What you doing over here?
- You ain't supposed to be around here.
(tense music)
(ominous music)
- Which one of y'all I stole from?
- (laughs) Stole from? - Stole from?
(fist pounds)
(ominous music)
(men scuffling)
- (Mario grunting) - Bitch.
(fists pounding) (Mario moans)
- Bitch! (murmuring) (ominous music)
(tense music)
Yo, chill, nigga.
(gun bangs) (man coughs)
(eerie music)
(gun banging) (ominous music)
(tense music)
(reflective music)
(reflective music continues)
(ominous music)
(tense music)
(ominous music)
(man coughs)
- Nah fam, this one mine. - Hey, chill, nigga.
(gun clip clanks)
Nigga, chill!
(gun banging)
- [Mario] And that's when I knew it.
Nobody gives a fuck if niggas kill niggas.
As long as what we doing ain't hurting them.
Nobody would ever look for us.
So I decided to get money for it.
(dramatic music)
- [Reporter] Drug trafficking charges
are sending a Robson County man to prison
for more than a decade.
Sheriff's office responded to a community complaint
about at drug sale at a home.
* I'm talking dope boy shit
- [Reporter] He tried to reach the gun
along with a bag of cocaine, crack, marijuana and-
* A lot of niggas getting killed now a days
* A lot of bitches sucking and fucking and going both ways
* A lot of niggas finessing just trying to get paid
* A lot of niggas claiming that they got that paper
* Got that bag
* I'm talking dope boy shit, woo
* Dope boy shit, woo
* I'm talking dope boy shit
* Let's talk this dope boy shit
* Dope boy shit, yeah
* They can suck this dope boy dick, ah, what
* Put it on a scale nigga
* Never never lie
* I remember on that south side selling two for five
* I remember when my club died
* I ain't had no bricks
* I remember when my dog died
* So I mixed it with a fifty
* If you ain't getting no money
* I don't wanna talk to you
* Coo canary blue
* I macheted the roof
* I'm a hustler, too
* I need a hustler boo that cook
* The way you whip it baby, oh
* Stop playing with the money
* I done had enough
(rap music)
* While I'm bagging up
* Them niggas lying if they said they ain't seen me with it
* Them bitches lying if they say I ain't handle
* I'm talking dope boy shit, woo
* Dope boy shit, yeah
* I'm talking dope boy shit
* Let's talk this dope boy shit
* Dope boy shit
* I'm talking dope boy shit
* Yeah, yeah
* A lot of niggas getting killed now a days
* A lot of bitches sucking and fucking and going both ways
- [Mario] I put a crew of killers together.
You remember Rell?
Yeah, that's my right-hand man.
He like a brother to me.
I'd go to hell and back for this dude and I mean it.
That's my boy, Bama.
He used to fuck my ex.
Shit, that's how I met the nigga.
We got into a fight over a thot bitch.
(dramatic music)
We laugh about that shit now.
He swear he beat my ass but we know the truth.
What up, my nigga?
- You good? - You know it.
- You ready for this shit? - Hell yeah.
- That bitch, that's Zo. - Yo, Zo.
- [Mario] I don't really know her.
She only been with us for a couple months.
What's going on?
Y'all niggas ready or what?
Lay some motherfuckers down.
That's what we doing.
- Oh, let's ride. - Get the work.
(rap music)
(rap music continues)
(doors slams)
[Mario] So right around here,
and they should be here.
Where these fucking niggas at?
We about to be right there.
- Why you worried about where the niggas at?
You fuck bitches.
- I'm talking about for this money, nigga.
Shut the fuck up.
- [Mario] I can't put my finger on on it
but it's something I don't trust about her.
She part of the North World GDs.
I usually don't fuck with them nigga but Bama vouch for her.
- Shit be getting me excited, you feel me?
I love this shit, nigga!
- (gun banging) - What the fuck!
Fuck, man.
The fuck is wrong with you, nigga?
I be getting excited.
I trust this nigga but sometimes he's too fucking crazy.
A real Wild, Wild West motherfucker.
But we need a nigga who ain't scared
to put that heat on that nigga.
Know that shit cold, though.
Women and children are off limits.
- It's four rules to live by. - Off limit for y'all.
- When you in this life. - I don't give a fuck.
- You always thinking about the bitches, women and children.
- Women. - I'm just being logical.
- Women off limits. - Fuck you, nigga.
Stop thinking with your pussy.
Get your head in the game.
It's our shit.
Fucking dope boys.
Fuck North World. It's our world!
You feel me?
- Feel that shit. - Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah.
I'm with you.
I'm with you my nigga, I feel that.
I don't know.
- Hey, all right, so right over here.
They on the block right here.
Get ready, Mario.
- You get ready, Rell. - Oh, I'm ready.
- Rell, do not leave his fucking car for nothing.
I don't give a fuck what go on.
Nigga! I'm sorry.
This is my first day of school.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
- Nigga, this my shit! - Letting you know.
I'm just letting you know.
Slow down, slow down, slow down.
All right, I got it.
I'm gonna put it on the creep, man, chill.
You ready, you ready, Zo?
You see I'm ready, nigga.
Alright.
Slow down, slow, slow, slow.
You see the tall nigga.
I'mma lay him down first.
The short nigga-
- [Mario] Rule number one, know who you hitting.
Corner boys.
Small traps.
No hitters.
No kingpins.
- (tense music) - Get them niggas.
- [Mario] Rule number two, move fucking fast!
- Yo, put your fucking gloves on.
[Zo] Fuck that shit.
My fucking fingers be slipping.
[Rell] Get up.
[Mario] Rule number three
and probably one of the most important.
Never and I mean never,
under any circumstances do you take drugs.
Don't matter if it's weed, coke, meth or powder.
All of it is dangerous.
Taking that shit means
you need to go get that off somewhere.
I don't care where you are.
- Man, what the fuck, man? - Every B-boy know.
- I ain't got shit. - They on shit.
I ain't got shit.
All right.
Cool, what the fuck, fucking stupid ass niggas.
Y'all done fucked up.
Y'all don't even know who y'all fucking with. (laughing)
- Cool. - She crazy, yo.
- [Mario] Rule number four, my favorite fucking rule.
Don't be afraid to kill nobody.
[Zo] Shut the fuck up!
You don't know what you talking about.
- [Mario] That shit just might fall back on you.
- Y'all don't fucking listen to this nigga.
He don't fucking know me.
Yeah, bitch.
You GD.
I know you.
You a dead nigga.
Shut!
Yo, he don't know me.
Y'all know me.
- If North World finds out she's a part of us,
anybody she knows is dead! (gun banging)
(rap music)
I hated to do a little homie like that but we had to.
The city is too dangerous for any loose end.
(man whistling)
- Hey, could you be careful? - Of course.
Better?
I swear, you scratch my car...
I scratch your car, what?
It's okay.
I'm sure Coop will take care of you.
Yeah, man. I got it, man.
Hey, go and get off the clock, man.
[Mario] Rell, he became a cop
to get more info on the dope Boys in North World.
- Yo, your monkey can't run forever!
Mario!
Come holler at me, boy.
Officers, make it quick.
I'm on the clock.
- Now, I don't think I should have to ask him again.
What you think, Rell?
- I don't think we shoulda asked the first time.
Hey, yo, Coop, you good?
That's his new partner.
Some bitch ass rookie cop
that think he can make a fucking difference in the world.
Yeah, so how can I be of any assistance
to you officers today?
Oh, Officer Wright, man.
We got ourselves a comedian here
like a a Great Value Chris Rock.
- Now, I know you ain't dumb enough
to go out last night, right?
'Cause you still on probation, ain't you?
- Y'all the officers, look that shit up.
- Look, but I'm gonna ask you anyway
'cause you motherfuckers around here,
you see, y'all ain't too bright.
What you know about them people getting popped last night?
People getting popped?
I don't know nothing about that.
I mean are you homicide, are you narcs?
'Cause I hear a real conflict of interest type of thing
going on from the both of y'all.
- This guy right here. - Look.
I know you know that Zo got shot last night.
Oh, you know I know?
First of all, I don't know nobody named Zo.
Nobody by that names, so come again.
- Nigga, we know you know who she-
You know what?
Let us get up outta here.
About to toss your skinny motherfucker ass in the river.
Get to tossin' then, nigga.
- I know, I know Zo part of your crew, all right?
Y'alls little street code shit y'all got going,
is gonna get you real fucked up out here, Mario.
- Hey, be sure to shoot a new buck.
Fuck you, nigga.
- Ain't nobody gonna miss you, nigga.
[Mario] I hear you.
Welcome to Vista County, North Carolina.
I live in a place called The Bottoms,
the most hopeless place in America.
Dropout rate? 78%.
Unemployment, teen pregnancy is even higher
but what's even higher than that is that murder.
There are only 80,000 of us in the city,
Black people that is.
And one in three gets killed before 25.
(rap music)
Hey, yo, Mario.
What was all that about earlier?
It's cops being cops.
That ain't nothing.
Ain't nothing?
Man, please don't bring that bullshit around my way.
I run the honest business here.
You know me.
Come on, Coop.
You right. I do know you.
That's what I'm telling you, man.
Don't bring that bullshit around here.
All right, have you thought about what we talked about?
- Ain't nobody thinking about that shit.
Why not?
- I don't wanna run your fucking tire shop.
- Bro, you been in and outta jail all your life.
I'm trying to give you a way out, bro.
To have your life more suitable.
Yeah, I respect that.
But nah, I'm gonna pass on it.
Oh, you can pass on it?
So what's your way out? The streets?
So you think it's cool
because you listen to this rap music
and they talking about it's all right to kill,
steal and sell drugs?
Man, we losing our young Black men because of that.
- Coop, I ain't thinking about no damn rap music.
Never thought about being a rapper.
None of that.
Listen, now what you do?
You go to church every Sunday
and you fill that collection plate up.
But you come back to your own business and you struggle.
You can't even keep the lights on here.
But you paying a Jesus.
You need to get your beliefs in the real world
broken apart.
And holler at me when you figure it out.
I hear you, man.
Yeah.
(rap music)
[Mario] You see?
This city is divided into two parts.
The Bottoms and the North World Gs.
The Bottoms is where all the drug dealers live.
Real unorganized motherfuckers.
Easy to target.
Easy to steal from.
But we not trying to hit too much in our own backyard,
only when it's a good opportunity.
We mainly hit those North World niggas.
They very organized and dangerous.
That's why we always stay a step ahead of them.
They don't know us.
So they think they getting hit by dope boys.
Not no regular niggas with no gang affiliation.
It's the perfect crime
as long as you can keep a low profile.
Police too scared they'll ever come to this neighborhood.
So nobody cares who lives or dies.
Although we do get these fucking narcs from time to time,
real crooked ass niggas.
(rap music)
One thing I will never understand
is how a person does a crime and keeps all the evidence.
(rap music)
(car engine revving)
(rap music)
(dramatic music)
* You don't give it up
* I'm taking it straight from you
* When I cashed out
* Oh, I spazzed out
(rap music)
(car doors slams)
Hey, yo, on some real shit,
I'm still not feeling giving this nigga all lot of money.
You know what I'm saying?
What if he try to fuck us over?
What if something happen to this nigga?
See. you don't listen.
I told you AK run everything over here.
It's the safest place to keep our money.
I mean, unless you want to open an account
in the National Bank or something.
Whatever, man.
Yeah, I thought so.
Oh yeah, and keep in mind,
this shit right here, you fuck it up,
if any of us fuck it up, we both dead.
Man, come on, man.
Fuck out-
- [Mario] I knew given our money that AK was a risk.
There was no other alternative.
Always kept a little bit of stash
in case I needed to get out of the city fast.
But hiding large amounts of stolen money,
is near impossible.
Oh shit, what's good, my boy?
- What's good with you? - Hey K, how you living, man?
- Bruh, cooling bruh, same shit, different day.
You know, how you doing?
- Oh, I'm doing good for sho'. - Yeah, you know that.
Hey, I got shit to do, bruh.
Let's go. Come on.
Damn G, you good?
I mean, you in a rush or something?
- What we got? - 17K.
- You know that's gonna cost you.
- How much? - Five.
- Five K? - Five K.
- Five K, nigga, I smack the shit outta-
- Whoa, whoa, hey. - Fuck you gonna do?
- Hey, K. - We don't play that shit.
- We good, we good. - Relax, bro, relax.
- Hey, K. - He ain't doing nothing.
- We gonna pay that shit, don't even worry about it.
You sure?
All right.
All right, nigga.
Oh, all right, okay.
Let's see, let's see, uh.
Nigga, I heard what happened to Zo.
(tense music)
They say you got hit up last night.
(gun bangs)
- Who said that? - The streets, bro.
You know it ain't no real sources.
- Say, we ain't about no fucking rumors, bro.
- G, why you keep cussing at me, dog?
You got a lot of heat coming off you.
- You straight? - You fucking right!
- Oh, brother. - Look.
- No, we got problems, G? - Hey, K.
Get your mans, yo.
Hey, K, we good.
I appreciate you, brother,
but we outta here.
- Five, four, three... (suspenseful music)
Hey, yo, hold up.
What?
Tell me something.
Why the fuck you so damn mad all the time?
Really, my nigga?
Look at what just happened.
We took that money, that was us!
And you gonna keep on letting this motherfucker rob us?
Your fucking attitude got us
getting chased out the house with AK-47s and shit.
If there's any better choices,
please let me know 'cause I will fucking love too.
Nigga, I keep that shit on me.
- And then what happens after that?
You get robbed?
You get killed, raided?
Listen, I just need you to stay cool
for a little fucking longer.
Bama, just a little longer.
- So what happened if you going there
and that nigga don't give us our money, then what?
We kill 'em, simple as that!
It's that simple for you, huh?
What?
- Nigga, we killed Zo last night!
She was like fam to us!
She knew the fucking risk!
And if it was me,
I would expect that same shit to happen.
Would you?
Yeah, nigga.
- Nigga, that's bullshitting and you know it.
Only thing that's standing between you
and that fucking fake ass dream,
you gotta leave, motherfucker.
is the only thing you care about.
And I want you to remember that.
Fuck up out my face.
(tense music)
- [Mario] Don't nobody escape this shit,
at least not in the Bottoms, they don't.
- [Wright] Got your food, partner.
Yo, are those suede boots?
Yeah, they look good, right?
Yeah.
- Hey, man, look at this shit over here.
These motherfuckers act like they don't even care,
we sitting over here, man.
- Pussy ass. - You pig!
- Fuck you, fuck 12. - Yeah.
Y'all already know what the fuck it is.
Do your job.
Why should they?
We bust them, they make bid and they back in the streets.
- See, that's what I'm talking about, Rell.
That shit be making me wanna take off my fucking badge,
come down here and just, pow.
You know what I'm saying?
Then, why don't you do it?
It ain't like nobody gonna investigate it anyway.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Look we have more unsolved murders
in these 18 square blocks than anywhere in the city.
(suspenseful music)
Nobody gives a fuck about these niggas.
(suspenseful music)
- Hey, who the fuck is that nigga?
(suspenseful music)
That's AK47.
He's the deadliest dope boy out here.
He's been under investigated for about four bodies.
- So what the fuck is a nigga like that still doing out?
Officer Wright, man,
you have a lot to learn to be out here.
Sometimes you gotta send a wolf,
to kill a wolf. (suspenseful music)
- Rell, what that even mean, bro?
- You see that house right there?
[Wright] Yeah.
- And the one next to it and the two after that?
All those traps are under AKs control.
Now if you go up two blocks north,
you're talking about nothing but GDs.
They don't fuck with each other.
These fools live in the same community,
even related to each other.
But...
Given the right information
to the right person,
pow.
It's over.
(tense music)
Just fucking with you, man. (laughing)
You a crazy motherfucker, man.
Hey, well, man,
you over here talking about some vigilante shit
like you Batman or something.
I just wanted to fuck with you.
Man, can we eat, bro?
Whatever, nigga.
Nig, these ain't no fucking shrimp, man.
- Hey, bitch, I paid for this, nigga.
You ain't gonna eat it?
- Y'all want some coffee with it?
- My man's shoes leaning, look at that.
- His shoes leaning. - Y'all see that shit?
- That's crazy. - Oh, pussy ass.
- They ain't doing shit. - Hey come get it.
Come on, you know you want it.
Come on, come get it.
They ain't doing a damn thing.
- (men laughing) - Don't worry about it.
They ain't doing nothing, they ain't doing nothing.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
- What up? - What up?
Same shit.
Money's in the same spot.
All right.
- How much you get off them niggas?
Enough, nigga.
Fuck.
You know how I do.
Hey yo, you know how much of that shit
you be putting in your fucking nose?
- Hey yo, nigga, you know how much you be cuffing off
of North World?
Exactly.
Take your money.
Shut the fuck up.
Yeah, all right, but look,
what's the order in that body last night?
What's up with that?
Bitch dead, ain't she?
I mean that's what you're telling me.
What the fuck I gotta tell?
I just wanted to know we was in the clear, that's it.
Yeah, it's all good.
But look, I gotta run uptown and handle some shit.
As long as you did what you needed to do.
Always do, my boy, always do.
Fuck with me, man, I'm gone.
Shit hot out here.
You be safe, boy.
You, too.
* Getting money over here
* And we moving fast
* Head bobbing, I'm bobbing
* Only way I move unless the move got motion
* Only few know the potion
* Smooth like the ocean
* Ain't no way to get over
* We stacking it up, just add it up
* And I swear, money, we ain't got enough
* Not enough
* We've done enough
* Got my money up
- [Guy In Seat] Please, bro, you killing me.
- You think I'm fucking playing with your bitch ass?
(fist pounds) Come on!
(rap music)
[Mario] That's Bob.
He the leader of North World.
You know, just a flat out crazy dude.
In the early two thousands,
there was a war in North World between the gangs.
A lot of people died and went missing.
But the GDs obviously came out on top.
(tense music)
Where you been, Zo?
(sighs) What you mean?
You know what the fuck I mean!
Two months.
No hear, no see.
Come on, bro.
You know how this shit go.
I had to get these niggas to trust me
so they could tell me where they put the money.
(tense music)
- Fucking stupid, huh? (Zo yells)
You think I'm fucking stupid?
Fuck!
- It's like you fell off the face of the fucking world?
Nah, it's not even like that.
Man, look, I had to fucking ghost you.
You keep sending these stupid motherfuckers to check on me.
Eventually, somebody would've figured it out.
I got hit up last night because of this stupid nigga.
- Oh no! (man grunts)
(tense music)
So?
So what?
- You found out what my money was?
- Nah, not yet-
- Then what the fuck do I need you for?
But I know somebody who does.
(tense music)
(gun clip clanks)
(tense music)
Better be true.
Or.
(gun bangs)
Maybe I need to be a little more convincing.
'Cause I do convincing.
Fuck!
How you doing Officer?
Rell.
Everyone calls me Rell.
Okay.
Officer Rell,
I'm Detective Lawrence.
IA.
I know who you are.
Yes.
Internal Affairs.
Well, what can I do for you,
Detective Lawrence, Internal Affairs?
- Well I wanted to speak to you and your partner.
I don't see him here.
- Separately. - Why?
- We had an informant go missing for weeks
and he had information about a dirty narcotics officer.
- Sir, there's 32 narcotics officers in this precinct alone.
And you got my partner in an interrogation room, why?
What you think I had something to do with it?
You know the drill.
Stories,
timelines
have to match up.
Actually,
no,
- but your partner. - Who, Rell?
(laughing) You got to be kidding me.
Man, ain't no way.
Ain't no way Rell had nothing to do with that, man.
Listen, this informant,
he gave us a name and a crew.
Very close to your partner.
Mario. (dramatic music)
You ever heard of him?
- Yeah, he's just some small time piece of shit criminal.
Why?
Well, we need to talk to him.
You know how we could find him?
I do.
But why is IA interested in a petty thug?
We have our reasons.
- Look, with all due respect, detective,
I'm gonna need all the information
and everything you got on this case
before we continue this conversation.
Is that all right?
I mean, we are on the same team, right?
- Are we on the same team, Officer Wright?
Yeah.
And if you don't mind,
I'd let him take my smoke break now.
You do that.
You can go.
We will be in touch.
(dramatic music)
This bitch.
So y'all niggas just want to be snitches, huh?
Bro, I ain't say nothing bro.
- Bro, bro, bro, that is not for me to decide, bro.
- Man, please, bro, don't kill me, bro.
- I didn't- - Shut the fuck up!
(fist pounds)
(cell phone ringing)
- Bro, I didn't say nothing. - Bro, shut the fuck up, bro!
Yeah.
It's for you, motherfucker.
- What? - Answer the fucking phone.
- Boz, bro, I didn't say nothing, bro.
Boz, I didn't!
It's for you.
Yeah.
Okay, boss.
(laughing) Okay, I got it.
All right.
What did he say?
- He said to kill your motherfucker ass, nigga.
That's what the fuck he said, nigga.
(phone ringing)
- Bro, I didn't say- - Shut the fuck up, nigga.
My phone ringing, nigga.
Yeah?
I was just about to stomp this nigga, Boz.
Stop?
But, boss?
Man, I was...
Okay.
(scoffs) Cool. (cell phone beeps)
Fuck!
What'd he say?
- Hit me. - What is that?
- Fuck! - All right, man.
- And you better answer him when he fucking call, nigga.
All right, man.
All right, you ain't got to be like that.
- Man, fuck that shit, you heard what the fuck I said.
- All right, man, I'mma answer it, bro.
Goddamn. (murmuring) (rap music)
Oh I almost shit on my shit.
I thought I was about die!
Oh, shit! (rap music)
* While I'm looking at my past in the review
* The shit my mom and pops use to tell me
* Well, that shit came true
* When you out here trying to survive
* Just know that cash rules
* You do a crime and if you don't got money
* Well, you bad news
* DA and the judge the real criminals
- Hey man, that shit was crazy as fuck.
Yeah.
- What you think that shit's about?
No idea, Officer Wright.
- Look, Rell, you ain't holding nothing out on me is you?
- The fuck is that supposed to be?
- It means we supposed to be partners.
And 'cause we're partners,
you supposed to know everything
that goes on in my fucking life?
This is what IA does, man.
They start fucking around with your head
and making you start questioning shit around you.
We can't have that.
Our job is hard enough.
Right.
Yeah, right.
Get your head out your ass before I slap the shit outta you.
Buckle up your boots.
Got work to do. Giddy up.
Fucking dick head.
* Turn around and gave my brother 10 for that dog food
* Reminding what we living in
* Feel like we in the damn zoo
* These bitches out here ran through
What you need?
You always come with a dub, what's up, man?
What up? (mumbles)
I need to four the next time.
Damn, man, it might do.
You'll be all right, go ahead.
Come back though. (cell phone ringing)
(rap music)
Yo, who this?
Zo?
Where you at?
* Niggas around the corner spin your block
* Like a merry-go-round
For sure.
* You start getting money get out your town
Fucking right, name the time.
* You better run away from that sucker shit, my nigga
All right.
All right, you be safe, all right?
(reflective music) All right, bet.
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
- [Mario] My grandma looked out for me
till I was around three and then she died.
I had to come live with my mom and daddy afterwards.
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
(foreboding music)
My daddy ended up getting locked up
for eight years for manslaughter.
He probably would've got more time
but they couldn't find a knife.
(fist pounds)
(young Mario grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(car engine humming)
(suspenseful music)
(gun bangs)
(dramatic music)
(car engine humming)
(tense music)
(car engine lightly humming)
These bitch ass niggas.
(car engine lightly humming)
What up, what up, what up?
Y'all niggas, damn, all black?
Y'all niggas smooth? Damn.
I'm trying to break the tension in this bitch.
What's up?
- You got some information for me?
What's in it for me?
- I won't blow your fucking head off.
- Fuck you gonna do with that? Listen man.
You obviously don't know me, nigga.
I don't really give a fuck about dying like that.
You gonna have to come harder than that.
- Yo, look, you know where the money is?
Yeah.
- Where? (crickets chirping)
- Listen man, why should I tell you?
If I don't, I'mma die and I'mma gain shit, right.
But if I do,
y'all just gonna take my fucking money
and I'm still gonna gain shit.
- Nigga, what the fuck do you want?
Three corners.
Dope boy territory. (men laughing)
You got the money and the little bit of power
to make that shit happen.
Oh, it's funny, huh?
- That's it? - Yeah, that's it.
And I want to be left the fuck alone
so I can handle my business.
Done.
What three corners you want?
You know a nigga named AK47?
Yeah.
- All right, well, I want all his shit, all right?
And while you at it,
your little money inside of a safe in this house.
- My little brother's a motherfucker genius!
You had that shit
so nobody would ever suspect it.
So we good or what?
You gonna bomb them niggas?
- Nah, can't go in the front like that.
Especially with a nigga like AK.
You stick close to Mario.
Gotta have everybody around him before we can hit him.
Hmm. Got it.
So what?
You really ready to do your mans in?
My mans?
Fuck that nigga.
(rap music) I'm out.
* Oh
* Where you bought that shit
* Ain't bought shit, shit little nigga
* Boy you know I had to leave me a nigga
* Run from 12 but I ain't scared of shit little nigga
(rap music)
* How much you pay for that boat?
* I ain't paid shit little nigga
* Boy you know I had to leave me a nigga
* Ran off on the (indistinct)
* But I ain't scared of shit little nigga
* 30/30, I'll blip me a nigga
* Bing bang fresh, gotta watch my drip
- [Mario] I always gotta meet Rell somewhere
outside the city
being that he's a cop now
and I'm, well, you know even though
we grew up together like brothers,
we can't be associated together.
* I know how to shine little nigga
* Try real hard on some hot boy shit
* Put little homie on a big boy league
(car door slams) (rap music fades)
There ain't no body, nigga.
- All right, so what is we talking about?
Zo, nigga!
There ain't no body!
She's alive.
- Rell, what the fuck is you talking about?
- Bama shot the bitch last night, correct?
Yeah.
- So she's supposed to be dead, right?
[Mario] Hell, yeah.
- Well, I just hollered at my sergeant
and he told me there ain't no body and she's alive!
Then where the fuck is she at?
The fuck if I know, Mario.
- You supposed to be the fucking police
and you don't know where at?
The fuck you wearing that shit for,
if you can't tell me shit?
- Oh, you think you gonna put this on me?
I'm not the one who pulled the trigger, nigga.
- All right, so what we gonna do about this?
- Shit, but you need to lay low though.
(rap music)
* Where you bought that shit
* I ain't bought shit little nigga
* Boy you know I had to leave me a nigga
* Run from 12, but I ain't scared of shit, little nigga
(rap music)
* How much you pay for that boat?
* I ain't paid shit little nigga
* Boy, you know I had to leave me a nigga
* Ran off on the (indistinct)
* But I ain't scared of shit little nigga
* 30/30 I'll blip me a nigga
* Trapping with the OG
(rap music fades) (crowd cheering)
- All right, you broke ass motherfuckers.
Time to pull that bag out your pocket.
Get that money up. (dramatic music)
This evening, the challenger,
coming all the way from North World,
we have Big Dog.
Coming all the way from the Bottoms,
we have tonight, Killer Cab.
Let's see how they round this up real quick.
Let's go.
(crowd cheering) (muffled suspenseful music)
- What's good, Dam? - What up? What up?
- Hey, man, look, all that shit happening in the spot,
come on, man.
The fight?
Is in here.
Y'all got the option.
Bet on the fight
or keep it motherfucker moving.
You dig?
- Nah, we just having a good time.
- We good, bro. - Got it?
- Cool man. - All right.
- Everything's cool. - All right, man.
You ready, Bama?
- Yeah, let's get up out of here.
(crowd cheering)
(cage clanking) (crowd yelling)
- (body thuds) - Yo, what the fuck, nigga?
You dumb motherfucker.
- He's still alive. - Who?
Zo. Who you think?
Nigga, how?
Fuck you mean, how?
You fucked it up.
- All right, so either beat my ass or let me the fuck go
so we can figure this out.
Damn.
You know where she at?
If I knew, I'd be there.
So how you know she alive?
- Rell. - Rell? Man, fuck Rell.
What you mean, fuck Rell?
This is what I be meaning about you.
She know too much.
She start talking, word get out,
that shit gonna spread like wildfire that it was us.
Nigga, I don't give a fuck!
And I don't give a about them niggas either.
We got guns too, Mario.
What, you forgot about that?
You sound so stupid.
You gonna kill how many of them
before they come back and get you?
- As many as it take, motherfucker!
- Listen. (crowd cheering)
Think, think.
Use your fucking head.
Use your head, fam.
You gonna get us killed out here.
Whatever, man.
Listen to me, listen to me.
Don't make no fucking moves.
Man, this some bullshit, man!
You know that. Move, man!
This fucking nigga.
Yo, what up, bro?
What's good, Boz?
We got somewhere to be.
So what?
You can't holler at your brother for a second?
I mean normally I would but.
- Yo, where that dyke bitch you used to fuck?
- Hey, yo, watch your fucking mouth!
What the fuck, nigga.
- Say brother, we go outside right now.
- Fuck nigga! - Yo, chill.
We don't know who y'all talking about.
- Maybe you don't but your man do.
- And so what if I do? - Bro?
- Nah, we don't know who or what you talking about.
Like I said.
- You sure? - I'm positive.
I'm fucking out of here.
I've been serving these foods all night.
- Yeah, you look like you doing good.
I am.
- You gonna serve the rest of them drinks?
Yeah.
That's your job, right?
It is.
- All right, we go ahead, keep serving.
Got that fat ass on you, huh?
- (laughing) You ain't getting it tonight.
Yeah, okay, we'll see.
Yo.
When you see her, tell I say, "What up?"
I need to get my dick wet.
That's if she's still alive.
Man, shut the fuck up!
(bodies scuffling)
Hey, man!
(bodies scuffling)
Yo, what the fuck y'all doing, man?
Yo, yo!
- Yo, we just having a conversation.
- First of all, what the fuck are you doing
here with that shit?
Yo, the heat came to us first.
- Man, y'all niggas bring any heat to my shit, man,
I'ma have something for all of y'all, man.
We cool.
- Finish up what the fuck y'all got going on
and get up outta here, man.
How your mom doing, yo?
She still at the same spot?
Yo, this nigga mom used to walk the strip,
- you know what I'm saying? - Hmm hmm.
That's how our Pops found her.
I believe it.
- He said she was the best Bottom bitch he ever had.
- Oh, nah. (man laughing)
I can see it.
Yo. (laughing)
This nigga crazy, man.
This nigga left his house in North World.
His nice house,
in North World,
to go be with this nigga's mama.
- Believe this shit? - Shit crazy.
That's yo brother.
But yo, I'm gonna see you again lil country nigga.
Nigga you make sure you bring
your fucking mama next time, nigga.
Let's go.
Y'all get the fuck up out my way, son.
- Hmm hmm. - Little nigga.
(suspenseful music)
Yo, hold up.
- What's your problem? - I'm good my, nigga.
Nah, seriously, yo.
What's going on with you?
What's going on?
Nigga, you a bitch, nigga, that's what's going on, nigga!
(fist pounds)
Talk to me any type of way.
Yeah, there go that fire.
Too bad you got that shit now, motherfucker.
So let me get this straight.
You mad at me for trying to keep us alive?
Keep us alive?
- Nigga, Zo dead, or wherever the fuck she at!
These niggas know about us,
all the money we made including her
which I don't even fuck with?
And yo bitch ass being scary as fuck!
Nigga, fuck you!
- Nigga, that was the best decision
that we ever could have ever fucking made.
What else you want me to say?
- I wish you'd go and bomb on these niggas with me.
But I bet you won't go and do that, will ya?
And then what dumb ass?
I'm trying to keep us alive another day.
- That's that same shit you had me and Zo
believing all these fucking rules and shit.
Look where that got us.
Let me ask you something, nigga.
If that was me, you would've pulled that trigger?
- You fucking crazy, fuck yeah, I would've pulled it.
- So why we ain't dead them niggas instead?
Listen to what you saying.
We can't have that many bodies dropping in one night.
- And look where that got us, Mario.
These niggas know about us anyway.
The police probably don't even know where Zo at?
Fuck outta here.
Yo, where you going?
- I'm gonna get some weed, pussy, money,
trying to have some fun for I die, you feel me?
You should do the same, motherfucker.
(suspenseful music)
- [Mario] Man, I'm gonna be honest.
I didn't think we was walking outta there,
but now I have way more questions than answers.
Where the fuck is Zo?
Who is she talking to?
How did this nigga, Boz, put us together?
(suspenseful music)
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention.
Boz is my half-brother from my daddy
cheating on his mama with mines.
That's how I came to be.
(reflective music)
(reflective music continues)
(Mario sighs)
(water running)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(Mario grumbles)
(ominous music)
This feeling is all too familiar.
(ominous music)
(air whooshing)
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
(dramatic music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(pan drops)
(no audio)
You hungry?
Nah, ma, I ain't hungry.
Hell, I am.
Can you run and go get me a pot of meat?
- You got all this food in this refrigerator
from them food stamps
and you trying to send me to the store?
I ain't cooking shit.
You cooking?
- I don't got time to be cooking nothing.
You ain't never have time.
- Eh, okay, mom. (cell phone ringing)
I need some money.
Yo?
- I know you hear me talking to you!
- We got a problem. - Yeah, nigga, I know.
- AK got hit up last night. - What?
- Yeah, he dead. - Fuck outta here. How?
[Rell] Somebody got to him?
Fuck.
- [Rell] You need to get out the city.
How I'm gonna do that?
He got damn near everything I got in his safe.
[Rell] You can't go get it?
Bro, you know how this go.
- [Rell] Well, then we have to go get it
before the detectives get to it.
Listen, go to work.
Keep your schedule.
Tonight, link up and we go and get it.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
You gonna get me some food?
- Moa didn't I already tell your ass I didn't have time?
- Boy, just gimme a couple dollars.
- Go in there and cook something anyway.
Give you a couple dollars?
Look ma,
you stressing me out.
Stay in the house today and don't go nowhere
and I'll be back as soon as I can.
What?
I can't just stay in the house.
- Can you just listen to me one time?
- Okay. - Listen.
Okay. Okay.
Okay, just gimme some money
or just go get some something.
- Listen ma, I don't even want to hear it.
I want you to find a hobby
'cause you really need to stop smoking that shit.
Got the whole house smelling like fucking crack.
Come on, ma.
Well, I like crack!
Just go get it!
[Mario] Pitiful. Fucking sad.
Are you gonna get it or not?
Asshole.
(dramatic music)
Hello?
Okay.
All right.
(lightning cracks)
* Oh, say drop you location
* And bitch we gonna spin
* Ain't calling no shots
* I hit you and your mans
* See I keep my fire, I ain't do no lacking
* Two 30s in here, you know we get it cracking
* Fuck all that talking and make that shit happen
* I want some smoke wanna smoke like an addict
* Free all my homies out of them cells
* Free all my (indistinct) so they can hold my shells
* Nigga talk but ain't getting no money
* I'm straight out of the streets
* Boy you know how I'm coming
* Jumped off the porch and went and got me a bag
* I'm straight out them trenches, they made me a man
- This is North World! (rap music)
Motherfuckers!
(guns banging) (rap music)
* Me and my city, they say I'm the GOAT
* See I'm (indistinct) as a bitch
* When I walk through the door
* Told that boy pay attention while I'm popping my shit
* Ain't no pressure about hoes, I can't be about a bitch
(gun bangs)
(dramatic whooshing)
- Hey, you trust this nigga? - Yeah, man.
You gotta trust him, man.
He a good guy, man.
Been known him for a while, man.
- Everybody a good guy until they not.
- That's all I'm saying. - Yeah, yeah.
But I know this guy.
It's your life, man.
- G Money. What's up, man?
- How you? - My man.
You the man.
- How you? - How you doing?
How are you, man?
To whom do I owe the pleasure?
- Okay, I see how it is. - Wow.
(dramatic music)
So what you got for me?
- Well, man, shh, I got a lot for you.
I got Bama.
Bama?
Yeah, Bama.
Man. (scoffs)
I'm not interested in Bama.
Okay? (eerie music)
I'm in the business of putting away dirty cops.
There are two people that I'm interested in.
I want information on Mario.
And Rell.
- If I give you Rell, what you gonna give me?
What you gonna do for me?
You can give him Rell?
Nigga, you trying to end up like Rocco?
I can give you Rell.
Listen, brothers.
(eerie music) You can trust me.
I'm not trying to put any heat on you guys.
All I'm trying to do is get this information,
keep y'all names out of it
and break y'all off with this money.
What you got on Rell?
- Word on the street is they dealing a lot of cocaine
more than anybody supposed to have around here.
- [Agent] So where they get that kind of coke from?
- Look, only person that have that type of weight
is Boz and Juel.
That's why we shouldn't be fucking
with this Minute Black looking-ass nigga.
I ain't got time for this, man.
My nigga, you can do what you want to do.
You a grown man.
It's on you, man.
(eerie music)
Yo, he just lost his cut.
More for you.
- So, I need you to look out for me.
Are you gonna look out for me?
I got you, man.
You got me?
- You can trust me. - Okay.
(eerie music)
- Yo, Cool, get your old ass out here.
Better not catch you fucking around
with Miss Martha ole freaky ass again.
Yo, Cool.
(Mario sighs)
Oh, nah.
Yo, Cool! (sighs) (dramatic music)
Fuck! (murmurs)
(tense music)
- (fist pounds) - Nigga!
- Shit, man. - Nigga, fuck the dope boys.
Fuck North World.
It's my world, motherfucker.
You a lame ass nigga.
- You tried to help the wrong nigga this time, Cool.
(gun bangs) (suspenseful music)
Holding ass, holding out nigga.
What else you got?
(eerie music)
(dramatic music)
Look, Mario.
Can you think of anybody that would want to hurt Cooper?
Nah.
Come on, man.
That's two people you associated with in 24 hours gone.
- Man, cut this street code bullshit.
I don't got shit to say.
Hey, that's your man, right?
You think you deserved to die like that?
(cell phone ringing)
You gonna take that call?
- Y'all fellas excuse me for a second.
Okay, Officer Wright.
Yeah, this is Wright.
You clear?
Excuse me?
I know who killed Zo.
Your partner, Officer Rell.
That nigga foul.
He know about all that killing going on.
Who is this?
- Man, don't worry about who this is.
- [Rell] This message is for you, bro.
North World?
Who else?
What your people saying?
- Man, they thinking it's some shootings and murders
but man, we can't keep doing this, bro.
Right. I need you right now.
Of course, we on it tonight.
Hmm hmm
There's a war going on outside
between the Dope Boys and North World.
They take advantage of that shit.
They know nobody's smart enough to think
somebody with North affiliation is brave enough to do this.
Rob 'em.
Kill 'em.
They call it getting dope boy magic.
Matter of fact,
ain't nobody been checking on AKs trap houses.
Right now is the perfect time to get that money.
Get it in and get it out.
- Yeah, it sound good but I think Bama done though.
- So you know what we gotta do then?
- I don't think it'll come to that.
Well, let's hope so.
[Bama] Look at them niggas.
Look at them talking.
You can see me?
Where you-
- Officer Wright, you need to focus.
All right?
He killed Zo.
Them niggas rob drug dealers.
They know they don't care.
Nobody cares.
Zo was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.
You feel me?
Them niggas basically grew up together.
Niggas like brothers.
- This some crazy allegations you making, all right?
How about you just come talk to me face-to-face?
How about that?
Nigga, what?
You ain't listening?
What I look like walking inside that precinct
trying to write on the top narcotic cop in the city?
I won't gonna make it past the fucking door.
Nah, that nigga the mastermind of this shit.
- How's Zo doing? - Ain't nothing new going on.
Captain said somebody said they found her laying in a bush
so they took her to the hospital.
But when the doctors came to go check in on her,
she was gone.
Gone?
Oh, okay.
- I'll meet you at the spot. - All right, bet.
(suspenseful music)
- All right, I'll meet you there.
(suspenseful music)
Thanks.
(suspenseful music)
(cell phone clanks thuds)
- You get anything out this motherfucker?
Fuck, no.
- Well, I guess you're good to go, Mario.
- Yeah, see you soon, Officer Wright.
I'm not going lie.
Take care now.
I never thought niggas would be this heartless.
That man was like a father to me.
I know I'm on ball with time.
Bitch.
I have to get my mother and get out of the city.
Shit around us is falling apart.
The whole city is in an uproar because of us.
I didn't realize how much worse it was about to get.
- I know that motherfucker got some money here somewhere.
Where the fuck is it?
Where's the fucking money?
I know that nigga got some money up in here.
I know he got some money.
I know he was...
The fuck, where the fuck is the money?
Bingo.
I got this shit.
(laughing) I got this.
Oh shit, I'm about to get me some damn crack today.
He thought, he tried it.
I know damn well he thought his-
Shit, I got me some damn crack money.
(dramatic music)
(cell phone ringing)
This is Lawrence.
Yes, sir.
Sitting on his place right now.
I know he's the right person.
I know Rell is our guy.
I'm gonna get him. (reflective music)
I'm building my case.
Yes, sir.
I'll have something for you very soon.
(reflective music)
Hey, any word on that informant?
(ominous music) Oh, I see, so he's dead.
Hmm.
Okay. Okay.
Any leads?
(reflective music)
(sighs) There's a lot of bodies piling up out here.
I do agree. (ominous music)
Yes, sir.
Okay. I'm on it.
Yes, sir.
(ominous music)
- Yo, say, I just put a bug in Officer Wright's ear.
Know what I'm saying?
Once we get Rell's ass out the way, we Gucci.
(ominous music)
All right, bet.
What's next?
All right.
(phone crunches)
Hmm, fuck.
Oh, that's him?
Yeah.
You good?
Yeah.
(brooding music)
(brooding music continues)
(eerie whooshing)
(tense music)
(eerie whooshing)
(tense music)
(high pitch static whirring)
(dramatic music)
(ominous music)
(suspenseful music)
- Hey, just the man I wanted to see.
No comment.
Off the books.
Just between you and I?
Man, what don't you get?
I'm not giving up my partner, all right.
If he's dirty, I can handle him.
(gentle music)
Listen.
That's not how this works.
And you know it.
- You think I give a fuck about how this work?
Know how many cops in this precinct?
Any one of them see me talking to you
and think I gave Rell up
and I'm on borrowed time and you know it.
- Cocaine a hell of a drug, ain't it, bro.
Oh shit.
What the fuck you doing here?
Man, I should lock your ass up.
Then do it.
Yeah. Come on, man.
Officers like you,
in the office.
I ain't never getting locked up.
What the fuck you want, man?
- Look, I know about you and Mario.
- Ain't shit going on with me and Mario.
Ain't shit going...
Bro, you stole our shit!
What do you mean?
And you out here selling it?
You motherfuckers dumber than I thought
and y'all was doing so good.
And I was thinking,
you know,
maybe, he trying to put a war together.
Right?
North World verse y'all Bottom niggas.
Then I walked in here.
All that went out the window.
You in here playing with your nose, boy!
- Is there a point you getting with this?
Or you just like to run your fucking mouth?
Yeah, it's a point.
Boz want a meeting.
Personally, should have been let me bombed on y'all though.
- Why the fuck would I wanna talk to Boz?
- Because you ain't the dumb as you look.
Listen brother,
you don't have to be in discovery.
Just point me in the right direction.
You have my word.
I'll leave you out of it.
No, you listen.
Listen good 'cause I'm gonna say it one more time,
loud and clear.
I'm not giving up my partner!
You want him, you get him, brother!
Officer Wright.
Officer Wright!
I am talking! (suspenseful music)
Now what you don't understand is
when, not if, but when we catch up with Rell,
I will turn over every stone.
I will sift through every piece of sand.
I will prosecute anyone involved
or withholding evidence.
Even a shred of it. (eerie music)
You think you scare me?
- Nah, I don't think I scare you.
But my colleagues will.
- (scoffs) Look man, make it happen.
You done, nigga?
- Nah, I ain't trying to be in the bathroom all day.
I need an answer.
Oh, well,
I'm sorry I didn't make myself clear, motherfucker.
It's not no, it's fuck no
You must got me mistaken with these other niggas out here
who don't expect to have a long life.
I advise you to raise up outta here
before I plaster your brains all over these bathroom walls.
- [Wright] Are you threatening me?
- You're asking the wrong questions.
The question you should be asking yourself, Officer Wright,
is, "What if I'm wrong?
What if I'm protecting a dirty, murdering drug dealing cop?"
And if the answer is yes,
"What am I prepared to do about it?"
- Yeah, but I ain't wrong, all right.
My partner is clean. (eerie music)
Officer Wright.
Officer Wright!
(man mumbling)
Look man, think about it.
- The fuck you gotta think about, Rell?
Back the fuck off.
- How the fuck did he even get in here?
- Tick tock. - Go to hell, bro.
- Rell! (tense music)
(rhythmic beating) (dramatic music)
(rhythmic beating continues)
(tense music)
- Hmm, what's up? - Hmm.
(tense music)
(rhythmic beating) (dramatic music)
Man, what the fuck?
What kind of shit you on, man?
(rhythmic beating) (dramatic music)
(gun bangs)
(tense music)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(dramatic whooshing)
(sinister foreboding music)
(sinister foreboding music continues)
(pensive music)
- I missed you. - Nah, the fuck.
You could have grazed me.
- Yo, I had to make it look real.
- You feel me? - You fucking asshole.
Come here.
I love you, girl. (lips smacking)
I miss you so much. (gentle music)
(reflective music)
Fuck. Fuck.
(reflective music)
(Mario sighs)
(reflective music)
(Mario silently mumbling)
[Mario] Bad fuckin drugs.
That's how they killed my mama.
Maybe Bama was right.
Everybody close to me is losing.
I just wanted everybody to come out on top.
(Mario sighs) (reflective music)
(reflective music continues)
(dramatic music)
But it's cool.
I ain't got shit to lose.
I might as well go get some of this dope boy magic.
(tense music)
(hands clapping)
- Guess you getting pussy and money.
Now this is what I'm talking about.
I love me some Black love.
Hey, let me holler at you for a minute.
Just take a second.
Nigga, come the fuck on.
Bring that bitch, too.
Let's go, bro.
- What's taking you so long, huh?
(tense music)
Brake yourself, nigga.
Don't be like that.
Ain't this your bitch?
(tense music)
So when was the honeymoon?
Boz, it's not even like that.
Bitch, shut the fuck up!
I'm talking to this punk ass nigga right here.
I don't know.
You don't know?
Damn, that pussy must be trash! (laughing)
You know what I think?
I don't know.
- I think you was going to take my money.
That's why your punk ass went into hiding.
Hiding?
Hiding for what, nigga?
We been had your money.
We could have been left.
I told you, nigga, we stayed to show you-
Thanks!
For the information.
So what's up, Boz? We good?
Nah.
We're pretty fucking far from it.
Ah, the money missing.
- Nigga, I told you your money in K trap.
So, go get it!
How I'mma do that?
It's killers all through there.
There's killers in here!
I thought you wasn't afraid to die?
You a killer, right.
I know you a killer!
Who ain't a killer?
- So what's the difference in his spot
and where the fuck we at?
Oh. I get it.
You see, them killers, them killers out there,
them yo niggas.
Bottom ass nigga.
But you see, these killers here,
- North World! - North World!
These my niggas!
And they don't give a fuck about you or that dead ass bitch.
- Let's go- - No.
- Let me ask you a fucking question, nigga.
No, shut the fuck up and look at me.
Do you love this bitch? Hmm?
Oh, you can't hear me now?
Nigga, do you love this bitch?
Yeah, I love her, nigga.
I can't hear you.
There's a lot of crickets in here.
Yeah, I love her, nigga.
- All right, we'll go ahead and lie to her.
Look at her and tell her everything gonna be all right.
- Come on, it ain't that serious, bro.
- Look at her and tell her everything gonna be all right!
Boz, yo.
I'mma need you to lie to her
and tell her everything gonna be okay.
- (sobs) It's gonna be okay, love.
- You a bad liar. (gun bangs)
No! (sobs)
Not my baby, no!
Get the off me!
- Get the fuck off me! - Kill this nigga.
Kill this nigga, man.
- So you see, she was always mine.
She was North World.
See, I never gave a fuck about you.
You were just a nigga trying to come up off my hard work.
So do me a favor.
Go get my fucking money
and I'm gonna be right here
and make sure you got some snacks.
And by the way,
go kill that fucking boyfriend of yours. (laughing)
Bitch ass nigga.
- Get the fuck outta here! - Get get the fuck on, nigga!
(reflective music)
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
- Wake the fuck up, little nigga.
Wake the fuck up.
(somber music)
Yo, how the fuck your bitch ass
come out of my dick?
I should have told your mama to swallow your hoe ass.
I want some water?
You want some what?
Some water?
Hm.
- Hmm, drink that. - I don't want that.
- The fuck you mean, you don't want this?
You too good for my shit?
All right.
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
(urine trinkling)
(somber music)
Here, pussy.
- What am I supposed to do with that?
- Fuck you mean, you supposed to do with it?
You gonna drink this shit.
Drank this shit.
That's what the fuck you going to do with it.
Nigga, drank this shit.
That's what the you going to do with it, nigga.
I don't want it.
- The fuck you mean you don't want it?
The fuck you mean, you don't want it?
Nigga, you wasn't yelling that shop shit
when you was goddamn stealing
from my North World homies, niggas.
Was you?
Oh, you tough now?
I should get my little homies to come over here
and beat your motherfucking ass.
Nigga, you gonna drink this motherfucker shit.
- Please, stop! - Nigga, shut the fuck up!
No, no, no.
- Drank this motherfucking shit, you bitch ass nigga.
(somber music)
Fucking (mumbling)...
(intense somber music)
- [Mario] I used to get beatings like that on a regular.
He would leave me tied up for days.
If my mother would ever help me or feed me,
she was gonna get it too. (train whistling)
(somber music)
(train faintly whistling)
(train whistling louder)
(car engine revving, stops)
* You gonna push me to my breaking point
- (gun bangs) - Oh, oh!
(Rell grunts)
* We had an agreement
* You got greedy then you doubled back
- Officer Wright, what the fuck you doing, man?
Damn, Rell.
You might be a good cop after all.
* Thought you'd get away with it
- How you know it was me, partner?
- Killers don't wear Pinocchio church shoes
and drive soccer mom jeeps, nigga.
- No, fuck- (rap music)
(gun bangs)
(guns banging)
- Fuck! Fuck! * What you made of
* I can flip your shit, take your chick
* And your pay stub
- Man, what I tell you about throwing away bullets?
- Man, don't worry, I got plenty.
You wasteful nigga.
Don't worry.
I got enough for you and your bitch ass friend.
(rap music) (gun bangs)
* We had an agreement, now you trying-
- Your homeboy, you, I'm killing all you motherfuckers.
Making the world a better place.
You know what I mean, Rell?
Ask your boy AK, about it.
- What, you did AK? - You goddamn right.
I'm impressed, Officer Wright.
Thank you, partner.
You know some of my best work if I do say so myself.
- Yeah, but, you started a lot of shit with that, though.
- The way I see it, if the court don't do shit, I will!
(gun bangs) (rap music)
All y'all murderers, drug dealers, fake ass gangsters,
y'all got to go!
Murderers?
Motherfucker, what you think you doing right now?
Justice, bitch!
See the way I see it, all you motherfuckers dead, right.
The world's a better place.
You see how that work, Rell?
- Oh, so you think you like some superheroe,
some vigilante or some shit?
- I like superhero, motherfucker, like the Punisher.
- Punisher wasn't a superhero, nigga.
He was a vigilante.
* Oh, you shouldn't have done me like that
* Pay the price
* Don't take it advice, made bad moves
(Rell's body thuds) * Wrong move
* You could have played your cards right
- Yeah, but all that shit end the same way,
don't it, partner?
* Yeah, I know you, dog
* You do wrong-
(gun bangs)
- Yeah, you had it coming anyway, motherfucker.
Something in me snapped that night.
(rhythmic beating)
Just like before.
(rhythmic beating)
(rhythmic music continues)
(suspenseful music)
By the age of 15, I had already killed two people.
(gun bangs)
(fist pounding)
- [Rell] What the fuck are you doing?
- Yeah, you welcome. - I had it under control.
[Mario] It looks that way.
Nigga, you just shot a cop.
How am I supposed to cover this up?
(sighs) Fuck. Fuck!
(suspenseful music)
Motherfucker.
Yeah, leave it up to a cop
to think of planting evidence against one of his own.
I mean, you a cop.
You should know how to get rid of a dead body.
(tense music)
(fire blazing)
(suspenseful music)
- Yo, man, them niggas taking too long, man.
Get the fuck outta here, yo.
Yo, y'all handle that shit for me, man.
I got you.
When they come in, I'll call you.
- Hey. - You know?
When Pat come in, we ain't playing no games, bro.
Get it in. Get it out.
Know what I'm saying?
Straight up, we got it for the low.
- It's like that. - Straight up, you feel me?
(hands slapping)
- That shit shaking. - North World.
(suspenseful music)
- Money out the community. (laughing)
- I don't need it. - Shit.
How that arm doing?
(scoffs) How's it doing?
Yeah, I got shot, motherfucker.
Like the only thing I can think about
is I ain't been shot since,
shit, since we were fucking teenagers.
Yeah, well you know,
niggas shot every day, B.
(suspenseful music)
(Rell and Mario laughing)
Yeah, all right, well, Machai,
let's go get paid in full, then.
- Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.
Paid in full.
I don't want you thinking twice about this shit
because of your job.
You roll up in there and you just start busting.
(suspenseful music)
- I ain't worried about the job, man.
- Man. (suspenseful music)
I know what I'm here for.
This system always works.
I've been doing it for a while.
- Right. (suspenseful music)
- You know where you stay, right?
- If I don't, you're gonna show me.
(suspenseful music)
(reflective music)
(engine revving)
Hey, whatever happened to you and uh, Patrice?
Patrice! With the fatty.
You know what the funny story about Patrice is, man?
What?
- You was the first person to line me up
with a piece of ass.
- Man, you know that's what I'm here for.
(Mario laughs)
- Always got your back. - Oh, man.
- Always got your back. - Yeah, yeah.
Patrice, you know what?
I ain't heard from her ever since, I, you know,
sort of doing what I do.
I guess I kind of just fell back from everybody.
- You should hit her up after this shit
'cause you'll be able to take us some places.
Right.
- Hold on, let's pull right here...
Wait, wait, wait, easy.
- You remember? (suspenseful music)
What's going?
What you waiting on, nigga?
(suspenseful music)
Something just feel off.
It feel different, you know what I mean?
How can you tell?
- He don't never leave that light on.
Like he don't never leave that shit on, Rell.
Ever. And that is on right now.
Shining in my motherfucker face.
Call the burner.
- Been calling that shit all day!
- Nigga, what the fuck are we gonna do?
Are we just gonna sit here all night?
(suspenseful music)
Nigga, we?
You gonna sit here all night.
(gun clip clanks)
I ain't sitting nowhere.
(suspenseful music)
Fuck it.
You get the back. I got the front.
That's what I'm talking about.
* One, one, two, three
* I know beats like A, B, C
* I come up, they hate to see
* I make believe till they believe
* I came up to major leagues
* Say you blind but wait and see
[Man] Oh!
* It's so easy, one, two, three
(gun bangs)
* A, B, C's from A to Z
(gun banging) (man yelling indistinctly)
(rap music)
(gun banging)
* Now I'm high up with stars
(gun banging)
* Told me I wouldn't get far, yeah
* How you liking these bars, yeah
(rap music)
* Flow so sick I need a medic
(gun banging) (rap music)
Man, where the fuck you at?
* One, two, three, I know beats like A, B, C
* I come up they hate to see
* I make believe till they believe
(gun bangs)
* Say you blind but wait and see
(man yells) (gun bangs)
- Ah ha! (rap music)
(gun banging)
* Got to get the plans right, huh
(gun banging) (rap music)
(man yelling indistinctly)
* Just hit it twice like an Instagram like, right
* Not to mention that I'm really from the trench
(suspenseful music)
(body thuds)
Yeah.
- What you about to do with that?
Nah.
I don't even need it.
I'mma beat you ass.
Come on.
(fist landing)
(bodies scuffling)
(men grunting)
(body thuds)
That's what you get.
(Mario grunts) (fists pounding)
- Get your ass up. - Fuck you.
Fuck your bitch ass.
(gun bangs) (man sighs)
(sighs) You, too?
What? You surprised, nigga?
Nah, but...
(suspenseful music)
It ain't had to end this way.
(suspenseful music)
Why you so nervous, man?
You all right?
Yeah, what's up, man?
I'm here.
(fire crackling)
You want a smoke?
[Bama] Nah, I'm good.
What up?
Straight to business, huh?
I like that.
So I guess I'll get right into it.
So you my little brother, been like brothers.
And that's cool.
See, I love loyalty.
But you know what's even better than that?
Respect.
See, once you have respect, you have everything.
(tense music)
So you hitting them corner boys.
My corner boys.
I have to ask myself,
who would be stupid enough to fuck with me?
But when I begin to realize who,
that blood runs thick. (pensive music)
You fall, big as hell!
(pensive music)
Got that from my daddy.
Our daddy.
See, the problem is
that blood was never supposed to be there.
That nigga should never ever, ever have been born.
(suspenseful music)
My pops was just pimping his little stinking ass mama out
and he just slipped up.
Cute story.
But what does me being here gotta do with that?
- I'm here to make you a proposition.
Prop?
Nigga, what the fuck can you do for me?
- Money, nigga. (suspenseful music)
When you hitting them corner boys,
you can't spend that money.
You sure as hell can't wash it.
As soon as you put it in another nigga's hand,
they can fuck over at any given time.
What I'm offering you is freedom.
No more putting your life on the line.
(suspenseful music)
What if I say no?
I think you know you can't.
That shit Rell putting up in his nose,
that he didn't pay for,
it's my shit.
Don't think I don't know about y'all stealing my shit,
trying to sell it.
See, all I have to do is expose you.
(eerie music)
Seems to me like, I'm your best option.
Hmm, and I'm pretty sure
you need something from me, right?
Of course.
I mean, this is a two-way street.
[Bama] I'm listening.
I want you to kill Mario.
(suspenseful music)
Not only do you kill Mario,
I want you to kill his spirit.
I want you to take that.
Give it to his mom.
What about Rell?
Don't worry about Rell.
- Look man, I be having these cops fucking with me.
They-
Don't worry about that either.
Just do what I told you.
All right.
People, look, before I go.
Why you just don't kill Mario yourself?
(suspenseful music)
You see, it's one thing
for a man to see his enemy come to destroy him.
But it's an entirely different knife
when it's a man you trust.
(suspenseful music)
I gotcha.
I'm out.
(eerie music)
Ain't like this for everybody, motherfucker.
(brick thuds)
- Ah, get the fuck off me, nigga.
Get the fuck. Gimme me-
Get the fuck off me.
Get the fuck off. Ah.
Ah!
What the fuck!
(men grunting)
I loved you like a brother.
Nigga, fuck your love!
It was always about you, motherfucker.
You just don't get it, huh?
It ain't have to be like this.
- It was always going to end like this.
Nigga, fuck you! (gun bangs)
(Mario sighing, panting)
(gun clip clanks) (suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
Sorry, man.
I know it's not personal.
I'm in a bad spot right now.
(suspenseful music)
I have to.
(gun bangs)
(suspenseful music)
(ominous music)
(gun bangs)
I'm sorry.
(gun bangs)
I'm sorry.
(gun bangs)
(Rell sniffs) (ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
- The events that took place last month were horrific
and flat out scary. (ominous music)
I want to thank all the brave officers of this precinct
and the precincts around the country
for working so hard to protect our streets,
our families, and our loved ones.
I especially want to thank this officer standing next to me.
He's been with the force for 13 years
and I feel like I know him better than he knows himself.
Last month, we experienced one of the deadliest days
in this city's history. (suspenseful music)
Officer Rell exposed a major drug syndicate.
(suspenseful music)
And he single-handedly took down a corrupt officer
who was not only dealing drugs in our neighborhoods,
but was abusing his power to become a vigilante.
(arousing music)
This officer, against my better judgment,
placed himself in harm's way,
dodged the jaws of death and pushed aside his own safety
to protect all of us.
(pensive music)
[Mario] Einstein once said
the difference between the genius and stupidity
is that the genius has limits.
I'm not even sure what the fuck that means,
and I'm not pretending to be a fucking Einstein,
but I know my limits.
One day I'll remember this day, this hour,
this part of my life,
and I'll think, "Fuck, how did I live this long?"
This game, these streets is like a fucked up
never ending game.
It plays with you like a kid with a carrot
on the end of a stick.
- Listen, remember that favor you owe us?
Yeah, bro.
It's time to pay.
- All right. What's up? (dramatic music)
- [Mario] Except the carrot is rest.
A chance to let your guard down and just live.
Never looking over your shoulder.
Never sleeping with a Glock two inches from your pillow.
- [Man] You know this man right here?
[Man] Um.
- Do you know this man or not, nigga.
Yeah, bro, I know him.
Good.
You going to kill him.
- You want me to kill a cop, bro?
[Mario] We all knew it.
We all understood it and we all accepted it.
We was in this shit for good.
I could never get out.
This is my life.
I guess, I'm not a genius after all.
- You done good. - Cool.
Now you getting it?
Here, nigga.
- But, bro, that's the whole-
But, what, nigga?
You understand the instructions?
Yeah, man, I understand.
- You sure you understand the instructions?
Yeah, bro.
Fucking do it, my nigga.
All right, man.
When you want this done?
- First thing in the morning, bro.
- All right. - Don't be late.
First thing in the morning, bro.
- All right, bro. - Don't fuck up.
All right, I hear you bro.
You know what?
I don't feel like I should have to,
but I'm gonna say it anyway.
You better not say nothing to nobody.
- Bro, I'm not gonna- - Anybody!
Or you, you gonna take the fall for this shit, nigga.
Welcome to North World.
North World for life.
With that said,
I want to award Officer Rell, (gun bangs)
the bravery award for valor,
(gun bangs) in the face of danger.
(gun bangs)
I don't know about you,
but I wouldn't want to trust anyone else with my life.
(audience clapping)
(gun bangs)
(man laughing)
(suspenseful music)
Give it up for Officer Rell.
(audience clapping)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic ambient music)
(warbled ominous music)
(dramatic music)
(foreboding music)
(foreboding music fades)
(soft piano music)
* Hey
(soft piano music)
* Gang
* We going all the way to the top with this shit
(soft piano music)
* Dirty Diana, can't lower my standards
(soft piano music)
("Dirty Diana" by Rugah Rollaxx")
* Dirty Diana
* Tell me what you wanna do
* Can't lower my standards
* What you wanna do
* Dirty Diana
* Hey
* They think it's the struggle
* But bitch I'm a product of my environment
* I told this bitch, listen they know I'm a shooter
* You know I'm gonna fire quick
* Led at the store, you know I'm gonna fire quick
* But it's all about money, it's all about duckies
* You know I'm gonna find it
* You know I can't lower my standards
* Keep the RP with me for scammers
* Try to reach in my pockets I dare you
* Chop them hands bitch right where you standing
* I don't care about your homies, he playing me
* Tell he pussy by the way that he standing
("Dirty Diana" by Rugah Rollaxx")
* Well, I go whip out the candy
* Take a picture
* The gorilla, I'm more like a sailor
* Pow pow my muscle I don't fight no tussle
* Offer the (indistinct) where he standing
* On my (indistinct), we rep up and scale it
* Throw the two back up and stab me
* Double knock if you want some candy
* All of these ratchets here thinking I'm scamming
* They they think it's a struggle
* But bitch I'm a product of my environment
* I told this bitch, listen they know I'm a shooter
* You know I'm gonna fire quick
* Led at the store, you know I'm gonna fire quick
* But it's all about money, it's all about duckies
* You know I'm gonna find it
* Bitch I'm a boss
* I ain't seen no problem that I can't handle
("Dirty Diana" by Rugah Rollaxx")
* I'm a rock, them haters can't stand me
* I spent like 10k dancing around with Dirty Diana
* I don't turn on my toes, I don't play with my nose
* 'Cause I can't stand 'em
* But all my junkies real real rich
* They underhanded
* Invest that profit off in clubs and all that land
* And I still pay all my taxes with them dancers
* I love the strippers
* They think it's a struggle
* But bitch I'm a product of my environment
* I told this bitch, listen they know I'm a shooter
* You know I'm gonna fire quick
* Led at the store, you know I'm gonna fire quick
* But it's all about money, it's all about duckies
* You know I'm gonna find it
* They think it's a struggle
* But bitch I'm a product of my environment
* I told this bitch, listen they know I'm a shooter
* You know I'm gonna fire quick
* Led at the store, you know I'm gonna fire quick
* But it's all about money, it's all about duckies
* You know I'm gonna find it