- Previously on "Family Business: New Orleans"...
- 10% and that's it, Shirley.
Price for peace, it will never be any cheaper.
- You're under arrest for the murder of Chino Santana.
You have the right to remain silent.
- Do you know who I am?
- Don't fucking move.
- Marquis Duncan?
His ass is gator bait tonight.
[gunfire] - Don't shoot!
- Yo, Jace!
- Jace is not here.
He deader than a motherfucker.
Ain't life a bitch?
- Fuck!
[upbeat jazzy music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ All I know is my mama ♪
♪ All I know is my kin ♪
♪ All I know is my family ♪
♪ Burn the city down about them ♪
♪ Gave the Lord my troubles ♪
♪ God forgive me my sins ♪
♪ But when it comes to my family ♪
♪ Burn the city down about them ♪
♪ Turn the lights out ♪
♪ Ain't no business, ain't no business ♪
♪ 'Less the family in it ♪
♪ Ain't no business, ain't no business ♪
♪ 'Less the family in it ♪
♪ Turn the lights out ♪
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[horn honking]
- Move, motherfucker-- sorry.
[breathing heavily]
[horn blares] Get out the fucking way!
- Prince! - What?
- What happened? What's going on?
- I--I don't know, but I'm about to find out.
- Hey, Holly's already starting the car.
- All that. Take everything out the safe.
Everything. - Yeah, get all that.
- Don't be fucking--
- Throw all of these? - Yeah.
- Careful with 'em.
Man, you can hurt yourself with those.
Different kind of-- - Ah, shit!
- Do you see what I'm talking about?
- Here, take this. - Yeah.
- Fuck!
- That's exactly what I just said.
- Hey, fellas.
- Thank you, sir. Let's get out of here.
[indistinct chatter]
- [laughs]
Y'all fucked with the wrong motherfucker,
didn't you?
Ain't life a bitch?
[laughs]
♪ ♪
[distant chatter]
- Ain't you a sight for poor eyes?
Looks like this the end of the road for you, Saint.
All we have to do is match the gun we took out of your car
with the bullet we found in Chino, and you're toast.
[chuckles] And you was doing so good.
- Fuck you.
Give me my phone call.
- You'll get it when I say you get it.
And right now, I say you ain't getting shit.
- Man's entitled to a phone call.
You violating his rights?
- Mind your fucking business, rich boy.
That uppity shit might work in Atlanta,
but this is Gator Lake.
We feed assholes like you to the gators.
- Mm-hmm. - [laughing]
- What's so funny?
- You are.
When my attorneys get done with you
and the rest of these fucking hillbillies,
I'll probably own this town.
- You're welcome to it.
There ain't nothing here much worth having anyway,
including this sorry-ass job.
- I believe it.
- Until then, enjoy your fucking stay.
- I sure enough will.
♪ ♪
- [breathing heavily]
Stay here.
- Absolutely not. I'm coming with you.
- What?
What I'm about to do right now is way too dangerous.
Stay here, OK?
- Well, it's a good thing I brought this.
[cocks gun]
- Come on.
Good?
- Yeah.
- Stay close. Stay close.
♪ ♪
Shit!
- I think they're dead.
- What? - I think they're dead.
- Impossible!
- Prince. [coughs]
- Jace!
He's still alive.
He's still alive! He's still alive!
Jace! - [panting]
- Barely.
We need to get him to a hospital.
- You're good. You're good, bro.
Just breathe.
- [groans] - Breathe, breathe.
You got it. You got this.
- [grunting]
- You got this.
- My love, I am so proud of you.
- Don't be proud of me.
Be proud of us, OK?
- Cheers.
- [exhales] With 10% of The Blues,
we can write our own ticket, baby.
- Yes.
- And I promise you, in the next one or two years,
it's all going to be ours.
Watch.
- Mm.
- Hmm.
- I cannot believe
that I'm gonna be the manager of The Midnight Blues.
- You better believe it.
As a matter of fact, I got something for you.
I've been holding this for a minute.
- Oh, my gosh, you didn't need to get me anything else.
You've already given me more than I deserve.
- I don't have to do shit but stay Black and die, but--
[laughs]
[phone ringing]
[sighs]
Look, it's probably just the lawyer.
Um, he's drawing up the paperwork for tomorrow.
Hold on a second.
Yo.
- Hold on.
- Jean, it's Saint.
- [sighs] Listen, bro,
I'm doing something with my wife right now.
I'm gonna have to get with you.
- Man, I'm in jail.
- Peace. - What?
- That phone call just cost you $100,
and I want my money.
- Man, you'll get your old stanky money.
- Sleep tight.
- You hung up?
- It's all about you tonight, baby.
- Dice.
Yo, man.
Got a lot of stuff going on with my moms.
I need to be with her. Why are we here?
- No, that's exactly why you need to be here.
You need to delete that shit off the server
with you and Floyd.
We don't need no more loose ends.
- [sighs] Yeah, I get your point.
Let's get to it.
[keyboard clacking]
- Nah, nah, nah. You went back too far.
You just need to--
wait, wait, you see that?
- Hold on.
What the fuck?
- Yo.
Somebody's sneaking out the back of The Blues.
Who is that?
- I don't know. Let me try a different angle.
- Still can't see their face, but they got a gun.
What's the time stamp?
- 1:47.
That's about the same time that we found Pierre's body.
- [scoffs] Damn.
You do know what you're saying, don't you?
- Yeah.
Pierre might not have committed suicide.
He probably was killed.
♪ ♪
[footsteps approaching]
- Are you OK?
- Do I look like I'm OK?
No.
That woman played me.
- I know.
What would you like for me to do about it--
- Call my lawyer.
Tell him I have a job for him.
- OK.
He just left for the airport.
- I don't care if he's halfway between here and Timbuktu,
because I have a fucking job for him!
Do I make myself clear?
- Very.
- Shirley Duncan wants to play dirty.
But I am the dirtiest motherfucker in the game.
♪ ♪
- Dr. David Cohen, please report to admitting.
Dr. David Cohen, please report to admitting.
- I'm so sorry this is happening.
Is there anything I can do?
- Just you being here.
I'm happy you're here. That's-- - So am I--
- Yo, Prince, what the fuck happened, bro?
Who did this? - Shh!
Come here.
I don't know.
But you know they took out 20 of us?
- 20?
- The only person who survived is Jace.
He in surgery right now, man.
- Damn, man.
- Fucking Jace, man.
Yo, that's, like, my real friend.
If anything happened to Jace, I--
- I know, I know. - I promise you, I'm--
- I know. - Prince.
Prince, I came as soon as I heard.
Are you OK? What--
- I'm--
- What the fuck is this?
And who the fuck are you?
- Who the fuck are you?
- I'm his girl.
- [scoffs] Does he know that?
Because he's been spending a lot of time with me,
and you were never there.
- Oh, OK. - Look, look.
- Right. - You were my girl, OK?
- Take my earrings-- that's funny.
- We had our time, but why are you acting like this now?
You know that. - Why am I acting like this?
- Yes. What's going on? Why are you here right now?
- I came here to support you, but I guess
you got some new bitch to do that.
And matter of fact, we're not done.
We're not done until I say that we're done.
- You want to do this right now?
- Yes, I do. I do. - Huh?
My man's in there dying on his hospital bed,
and you want to come here and turn up
on my girl like that? - Your girl?
- Yes! - Shut up.
- You heard him. - Your girl.
Bitch, you end up in a bed next.
- Hey, hey, hey! - Stop playing with me.
That's what I thought. Silly ass.
- Fuck her! - Get off of me.
- A'ight!
- Mm.
Your ex, huh?
- I don't even know how that just happened.
She's been doing the most trying to get back with me.
- Did you want her here?
Because if I'm overstepping--
- Hell no!
I want you here, OK? I need you here.
- Daddy?
[laughs] - Hey.
- What are you doing here?
- I, um--
I hurt my hand.
Who the fuck is this?
- Um, Daddy, let me introduce you to my friend.
- Your friend?
- Yo, my name is Prince.
- [sighs]
Yeah, well,
you can just call me Lauryn's dad.
- Does Mom know you're here?
- Yes.
Does she know that you're in the ER?
- No. - Hmm.
- I'm here supporting Prince.
His friends got into something tonight
and it's not looking too good.
- Ah.
Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
- Why didn't Mom let me know you were here?
- Maybe she wanted you and your brother to concentrate
and stay focused on why you are here.
Prince.
The fuck is up with all this purple and shit?
- It's my favorite color.
- Favorite color?
Prince, purple.
[chuckles]
- Yeah.
I never really trusted a pretty motherfucker.
- Dad! - Hey, hey, hey.
Don't give me that.
We gotta talk.
You knock that shit off.
Prince.
Little bitch.
- I'm sorry.
- Look.
[sighs]
- Oh.
The rest of 'em, huh? [knife rattling]
- We need to kill them.
All of them.
- [inhales sharply]
[laughs] Girl, you need to relax.
We already got the money.
We got all the dope and we got all the guns, right?
We killed the rest of their homies,
and they don't even know it was us.
- Killing makes me horny.
That's a good thing for you.
- It is?
- Yes, baby, a very good thing.
- OK.
♪ ♪
- Let's go.
- Still nothing? - Nah.
- Shh.
So look, me and a couple boys are gonna
go get some food at Willy's.
Shit, you tryin' to roll?
- Yeah. What about Prince?
- I'm just going to get him a chicken box or something.
He ain't really trying to go.
- Yeah, me either, really.
But I'm just trying to get ahold of Jean.
- Hey, baby.
- Who is this? - [indistinct]
[knife squelching]
- Hey, yo, she just stabbed Vic!
- Oh, shit. - He got a gun!
[gunfire] - Go, go!
- Get down! Get down!
[gunfire]
- Yo, we gotta go. We gotta go.
Come on. Hey, get your--oh, shit.
[somber music]
No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
- I can't breathe.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
It's OK, it's OK.
Come on.
I gotta get you some help, OK?
You gotta let me help you.
- [choking] No.
You gotta go and get out of here.
Promise me--
- Yeah?
- You tell the boss I'm sorry.
- I'll tell him.
I'll tell him.
- [gasping]
♪ ♪
- It's a great day today.
You can sign right there.
- Ooh, Shirley, I cannot wait to get started.
This place has so much potential,
and I have some ideas for The Midnight Blues
that are gonna make it pop.
- Can't wait. - I think it pops just fine.
- Yeah, it's nice.
But you have to admit that,
other than the main gambling room,
it's a little outdated.
- Outdated? - OK. [chuckles]
Mrs. Duncan, why don't you sign right here,
and we can, uh--
- [sighs]
- Mama, don't sign those papers.
- Marquis? - What's up?
- Why the fuck not?
I took care of my side of the deal.
- Hmm.
Well, that's not what I heard.
Sheriff Clay?
- Saint's out on the streets.
- He what?
What the fuck?
You arrested him last night.
I gave enough information that'll put Saint away forever.
He doesn't have any money.
I have the fucking lawyer.
Why in the fuck is this man out on the streets, huh?
[indistinct radio chatter]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- What are you doing here?
I thought you'd been long gone from here.
- You're holding Saint Charles, right?
- We are.
However, visiting hours are not until later this afternoon.
- [chuckles] I am not here to visit.
I'm here to bail him out.
- Ah.
Are you aware of what his bail is?
[laughs] - Yes.
I assume you take cash?
- How the hell did you pull off getting Saint bail?
He's up on capital murder.
- Wasn't hard.
[with Southern accent] As you know, Sheriff,
ya can't go around searching people's cars
if you ain't got a warrant.
So the gun you found in Saint's car
is not admissible.
- I had probable cause.
- Well, Magistrate Peters don't see it that way,
so...
don't want to rush you, but when you get a chance,
can you let me know when Charles will be released?
- Sheriff?
- Get him.
♪ ♪
- Thank you kindly.
- Well, if Saint's out on the streets, guess what?
I ain't signing shit.
The agreement was--
- I know what the agreement said, Shirley.
I'm going to take care of this.
- What about my job as the manager, Jean?
- The manager? - [scoffs]
- Oh, sweetie, that's not happening.
- Jean?
- You see what the fuck is going on.
Let's go home now, woman.
- Do I look like fucking Simone to you?
- Look, guys, I'm gonna handle this.
- Mm.
- Fucking do something.
♪ ♪
- You can take this.
Oh, and don't forget your pen.
[distant sirens wailing]
- That boy in there--
let me tell you something, baby girl.
He's not for you.
- Daddy, you don't even know him.
- Well, apparently your view has been clouded.
You got to trust me.
- Prince is no angel, but he's not like that.
- He's exactly like that!
Now, I want you to hear me.
Look at me.
I want you to stop seeing him now.
- Daddy, I love you so much,
but I'm a grown woman.
I can make my own decisions.
- Maybe. - Dead!
I'm sorry.
- What's wrong with you? - I tried my best.
I just--there were so many of 'em, and I got a few of 'em.
But I didn't know what to-- [stammers]
- What? - They got--
- What are you talking about? Where's Holly?
- [exhales] That's what I'm trying to say.
- Well, say it! Where is Holly?
- She's dead!
They fucking killed her!
She's dead!
- What?
Who killed Holly?
- The same purple motherfuckers that we took out last night.
- Took out?
- Yes.
- What are you talking about?
- You want to get mad at me right now?
- Back off!
[tense music]
We had to take out a bunch of motherfuckers last night.
They were planning to kill your brother.
They were planning to kill your cousin.
And your boy, Prince,
he and his fucking purple crew,
now they've escalated everything.
And I'm about to become the old Larry.
Trust me when I tell you...
[laughs]
They don't want to see that motherfucker.
[engine revving]
- You might want to come with me.
- Why would I want to do that?
- Because I just found out we have multiple deaths
and two crime scenes, that's why.
- Fuck does that have to do with me?
I haven't killed anyone.
- Maybe not, but all the victims is Crescent Boys.
Come on.
♪ ♪
- Fuck.
- Ma, maybe it's time to call Uncle L.C.
Vegas said if we need him, he gonna help us out.
- That's out. - Shirley, we need the help.
- We don't need that kind of help, Floyd.
I mean, isn't that why Lauryn and Curtis are here?
Word on the street is,
you're a really good bounty hunter.
Are you that good?
- I'm the best.
- Good.
'Cause I want $100,000 on Saint's head, dead or alive.
- Shit, for 100 grand?
Definitely be dead.
[percussive music]
♪ ♪
- I need some more answers.
I said, I need some more answers.
- [scoffs] So now you're a believer?
- Just read the damn cards, please.
- Hmm.
If you insist.
- [exhales]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
- Mm.
- What?
- My dear child, you made a grave mistake.
That big secret you have is no longer a secret,
for what's done in the dark comes out in the light.
- Is this about the man in the mask?
- No.
It's much darker than that, much heavier.
This is no longer about the death of a romantic,
but it's-- it's about the blood.
- No, no, no, no.
That's enough.
♪ ♪
- So what's up?
Aunt Shirley gonna let him stay in town?
- Yeah, you know I got the Twin Towers to babysit him
till you take care of Saint.
- Can't say that I blame her. - Yeah, could have been worse.
- What you mean?
- Well, she was about to send him down to Houston
till I showed her this, and she had to rethink that.
- What the fuck is that?
- Man, that's the footage from the side camera
the night Pierre died.
- Floyd, that shit is blurry.
- Not that!
- Oh, the gun.
But what that got to do with anything?
- It means whoever is holding that gun
most likely killed Pierre.
But we just got to be sure, you know what I mean?
- Huh.
Send me that footage.
I got somebody that can clean that shit up.
- Can you trust him?
- Yeah, man. He's family.
- ♪ Bossy, bossy, bossy ♪
♪ Bossy, bossy, bossy ♪
[phone rings]
- Curtis, what's up, man?
How's New Orleans treating you?
- What's up, Lil Vegas?
Hey, I need you to do me a favor.
- What's that?
- I'm gonna send you some security footage.
I need you to clean it up and isolate who's in it.
- Look, I'm on my way to class right now.
But as soon as I get back home, I'm on it.
- All right. Look, and send that footage
to me, Marquis, and Aunt Shirley, all right?
- You got it. Love you.
- All right. Love you too.
[indistinct radio chatter]
- It's a damn shame.
- There's a lot of bodies here.
- Let's go.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- Fuck happened?
What happened, Cres?
- Some motherfuckers shot up the clubhouse,
then they rolled on us.
There's 12 bodies over there.
Now there's five dead here.
- Who?
Who did it? Huh?
- I don't know.
But whoever did it, they killed everybody at the clubhouse,
and the only person that survived was Jace.
Now he in surgery, fighting for his life.
- [sighs]
My shipment from Florida.
Where is it?
- Gone, all of it.
The money, the guns--
I mean, they cleaned that shit out.
- So your brother's laying on the ground dead,
somebody took my shit,
and nobody knows who the fuck did it?
- Man, it was some crazy-ass chick and this dude.
Thought I smoked that bitch.
When we got back, she was gone.
- So some crazy bitch and some arbitrary dude
rolled on the Crescent Boys, huh?
That's what y'all saying to me?
Look, I want every Crescent Boy within a hundred-mile radius
here looking for those motherfuckers.
I want 'em dead, and I want my shit back!
Now! Go get it!
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Good, Unc?
- Yeah, I'm good.
- I mean, what are we gonna do? This is a lot of dead bodies.
- Yep.
Sherman once said that war is cruelty.
No need to try to reform it.
The crueler it is, the sooner it'll be over.
With that being said,
welcome to hell, motherfuckers.
[chuckles]
- You fucking crazy?
- [sighs]
- I could've killed your ass, and more importantly,
my husband could have been home.
- I don't know if I should be more afraid of you or him.
- Both.
- [scoffs] Could you put the gun away?
- No.
This way.
I knew this shit was gonna be a problem
when we saw each other at The Blues.
Curtis, we are done.
You got to accept that.
You knew I was married when we met.
- I guess that fact slipped my mind every time we was fucking.
- Now you got jokes, right?
Seriously, what the fuck are you doing here?
You are playing a dangerous game,
coming to my house.
- Well, some things are worth the risk.
Look, Marie, it's a matter of life or death.
- Really, Curtis? Life or death?
Come on. You could do better than that.
Just say you wanted to see me.
- Look, this ain't about me and you.
It's about you and your husband,
and what he's gonna do when he finds out.
- Oh, so you're a snitch now?
Find out what, that we was fucking?
First, I'm gonna deny it.
And second, you might want to be worried
about what's gonna happen to you if he finds out.
Oh, so you're a pervert? You filmed us?
- Watch the video.
- What is that? Where'd you get that?
- That's you the night Pierre died,
sneaking around the back of The Blues with a gun.
- What are you trying to say?
- I don't know.
Maybe you killed your husband's brother.
Look, Marie, you have a problem.
This same video was sent to my Aunt Shirley,
and she gonna do whatever she needs to do
to leverage it against your husband.
- No, no, no.
This is not supposed to go like this.
You don't know Jean. He will fucking kill me.
- [sighs]
- You've got to help me, Curtis.
- Marie, fuck Jean, all right?
I got you.
♪ ♪
[phone ringing]
- [sighs]
- Hey, babe. What's up?
- Jean, I need you to come home right away.
I need to talk to you.
- [sighs] We do need to talk.
And I'm sorry about what happened earlier, but--
[sighs]
There's a lot going on right now.
I'm in the middle of some real shit.
- So are we.
You need to come home.
- Look, I know you're still upset
about what happened at The Blues.
And I'm going to fix it, I promise.
As a matter of fact, I'm going to see Shirley right now.
- Why? - I don't know.
She says she wants to see me
without the lawyer in the room.
- No, Jean.
Come home first, OK?
I need to speak to you.
- Baby, I promised you I was gonna get you
that piece of The Blues, and I am.
But a lot is going on, and I have to go right now.
I love you, OK?
Goodbye.
[sighs] Pull up on the left.
- [breathing deeply]
[cocks gun]
- All I'm saying is, maybe Aunt Shirley
should not tell Jean LeBlanc
that his wife killed his brother.
- What? Curt, come on, man.
We don't owe that woman nothing, you understand?
It is what it is at this point.
Besides, Jean has so much going on,
he could use a distraction, you feel me?
- All right, look, I just didn't want y'all
to have no innocent blood on your hands.
- Innocent?
Man, what is you talking about?
That woman ain't innocent.
Jean ain't innocent. Fuck them!
You know what I'm saying? You saw the tape.
[laughs] What's up?
- Gotta be fucking kidding me.
- Yo, Curtis, ain't this your pops?
- Oh, shit.
I--I thought he was on the run.
- Thought he was too.
- Look who showed up.
- What the fuck, Lauryn? - I know.
- Hey, Curt. - Hey.
- Missed you, bro. - I missed you too, little bro.
- You look good, man. - Really?
- Whew! - Hey, son.
- Hey, Pops.
What you doing here?
- Ah, I hear Shirley got in some trouble.
You came up here to help her.
I'm here to help you.
What you got?
- Yeah, Curt, if you needed some help, man,
you could have just let us know.
I mean, I would have flown in here.
I would have started dropping these boys like mixtapes,
you know what I'm saying? [laughter]
It's been like that. [brakes screech]
- Damn, Kendall, don't wreck my shit.
- Hey, Zay, ain't that
the motherfucker that shot at us?
You know, that crazy bitch that got all the guys.
- Yeah, that's his ass right there.
- So that motherfucker right there
hugged up with Floyd is the motherfucker
that shot at y'all, killed our people,
and took my shit?
- Man, I can't say the motherfuckers took
your shit, but they definitely shot at us.
That's for sure.
Smoke these motherfuckers.
Uncle Jean, how you want us to handle this?
- Yo, I think the Duncans hired their ass.
- Nah, take me home to my wife.
- What?
Uncle Jean, they right there!
- So are all those cameras and witnesses.
Today we found out who our enemies are.
Tomorrow we'll destroy 'em.
Duncans want war?
We gonna give their funky asses a war.
Let's go.
- [laughs] It's crazy.
A legend right here, man.
- I gotta go handle something really quick.
- You all right? - I'm good.
- You sure? - Yeah, I'm good.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Shirley, honey, I'm so sorry to be leaving you
right when that maniac Saint is running loose.
- Monique, stop it.
You know that family comes first.
You go take care of your daughter.
Curtis will take care of Saint,
and if he doesn't, crazy-ass Larry will.
- [laughs] - Yeah, Shirley's right.
You're only going to be gone a couple of weeks.
It's all good. We got it.
And once you come back, it'll all be behind us.
I'm putting this in the car. - OK.
- I'll see you in a couple of weeks.
I love you. - I love you too, honey.
Floyd, watch that bag.
It rolls, you know.
- [sighs]
- Ms. Duncan, I'm about to do my rounds.
Do you need anything else?
- No, I think I'm just going to grab something from the bar
and relax until Floyd gets back from the airport.
- Yes, ma'am.
I'll be here if you need anything.
- OK.
♪ ♪
- Prince!
It's me, Lauryn.
♪ ♪
You OK?
- 12 of my friends are dead.
My best friend is fighting for his life.
- I know it's rough.
And I don't want to add to your misery.
[sighs]
But you and I,
we need to talk.
- Aren't we talking?
What you got to say?
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- I see you bought me a drink.
- What the hell are you doing here?
- Isn't it obvious?
I'm here to kill your son.
- Shit.
[distant sirens wailing]
[phone ringing]
♪ ♪
- Hey, Mama.
- I ain't your mama.
But if you don't do everything I say,
you're gonna be a damn orphan.
- [exhales]
- Yeah, motherfucker, it's Saint.
You know, the man whose wife you've been fucking!
- Where's my mama?
- She, uh, tied up at the moment.
- Marquis, don't come here!
- Shut the fuck up!
- Saint, let her go.
Look, she ain't got shit to do with this.
This is between me and you.
- Yeah, you're right, it is.
But I'm gonna take from you everything you love first.
- [inhales sharply]
[engine revs]
- He ain't coming.
- He not coming, huh?
Well, if he don't come, I'm gonna do to you
everything I was gonna do to him.
- I am not fucking afraid of you.
- Yeah, that's what you keep saying.
[engine revving]
That sound like him now.
[cocks gun]
I'm about to go kill your son.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- Come on, Saint, where you at?
[breathing heavily]
Fuck!
Come on, Saint.
You want me?
Come get me, motherfucker.
- I'll be back.
I got somebody that's gonna pay a lot of money to see you.
♪ ♪
- Don't you fuck with my son!
I will fucking kill you!
Leave my son alone!
[slot machines chiming]
- Yo, where you at, you little bitch?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
- [echoing] I'm right here.
♪ ♪
- I was having a good time with your mama
before you got here.
- I'm right over here, bitch!
[gunshot]
[gunshot, glass shattering]
- Doing what you do best, huh?
Sneaking around?
Come on out, you fucking coward!
I'm going to find you, mama's boy.
[gunshots]
- You know she don't love you, right?
- Gonna kill your bitch ass!
[gun clicks]
- [whispering] Fuck!
♪ ♪
- Can't hide forever!
- I'm over here.
♪ ♪
[both grunting]
- Get your bitch ass off of me, man!
I'll shoot your fucking face off!
You know that.
[gunshot]
- [gasps]
[ominous music]
[sobs]
[footsteps approaching]
[gasps]
- ♪ All I know is my mama ♪
♪ All I know is my kin ♪
♪ All I know is my family ♪
♪ Burn the city down about them ♪
♪ Gave the Lord my troubles ♪
♪ God forgive me my sins ♪
♪ But when it comes to my family ♪
♪ Burn the city down about them ♪
♪ Turn the lights out ♪
♪ Ain't no business, ain't no business ♪
♪ 'Less the family in it ♪
♪ Ain't no business, ain't no business ♪
♪ 'Less the family in it ♪
♪ Turn the lights out ♪