03x06 - k*ll the Noise

[bunniefuu]

♪ Catch me on the block
where they be feenin' ♪

♪ I'm from southern California

♪ where the plug
don't speak English ♪

♪ lowriders at the beaches

♪ nip hustle out the speakers

♪ we be big time chiefin'

♪ where the baddies
showin' cleavage ♪

♪ it's either get
rich or die tryin' ♪

♪ and remember that
gangstas, they move in silence ♪

♪ nervous when
you hear the sirens ♪

♪ against all odds we
got to get it like Tyson ♪

♪ when you look up in the
mirror, are you David or Goliath ♪

♪ put pressure on your boy and
watch the record go diamond ♪

♪ sitting on the throne, you
seeing San Diego's finest ♪

♪ the marathon continues
so i'MMA keep on grindin' ♪

♪ I'm a lengend out the hood where
we're remembered like i'm telling ♪

♪ I'm from southern California

♪ southern California

♪ I'm from southern California

♪ southern California

♪ dollar signs on my mind

♪ you know money is the motive

♪ wake up and chase the quota

♪ gotta hustle til you quoted

♪ you gotta stay focused til
you grind and get noticed ♪

♪ make a way like Moses, keep
that thing locked and loaded ♪

♪ how to sing my lowest and
the pain in me is ferocious ♪

♪ I've been broke
but never broken ♪

♪ this neck by the closest,
swear to god I'm still standing ♪

♪ most would've folded

♪ caught a case and you told
it, I know my squad the coldest ♪

♪ leave you... next to candles
on the corner with some roses ♪

♪ you know it's killa
ra and dominate the ♪

♪ I'll take your b*tch, give
her back and hit my role ♪

♪ and I'm the coldest, hit my
section and you buster... know it ♪

♪ I'm from southern California

♪ southern California

♪ I'm from southern California

♪ southern California

♪ I made it out the mud,
straight up out the gutter ♪

♪ just screaming f... the law
and dodging undercovers ♪

♪ ambition of a hustler
had to grind and go get it ♪

♪ I'm all about my green, i'm
like popeye and his spinach ♪

♪ it's not how you start,
it's about how you finish ♪

♪ when you go
from rags to riches ♪

♪ gotta keep the tunnel vision

♪ and have to rock a suit to
wake up and handle business ♪

♪ in the kitchen
whippin' chickens ♪

♪ make the profit
then you flip it ♪

♪ and i'MMA keep on hustling

♪ gotta push it to the limit

♪ it's chess not checkers when
it's time to make decisions ♪

♪ the judge and the da
really looking for convictions ♪

♪ I'm from k*ller California
where the m*rder rate is different ♪

♪ I'm from southern California

♪ southern California

♪ I'm from southern California

[theme music]

[Hip-hop music]

Man 1: Get your
hands up in the air.

[Indistinct chatter]

How stupid is this, man?

You ain't got no warrant.

I ain't dealing with
backwards cops.

You know who you messing with?

Hey, hold it down.

Hold it down here, alright?

Hold it down!

Now what the hell
is going on here?

Those punks took a shot at us.

My man's dead. Y'all got
the nerve to shackle me?

- For what?
- Who shot at you?

Probably that
b*tch low ball, man.

Never could be real.

- Dirty b*stard.
- Yo, k*ll that.

- We don't know nothing.
- And who are you?

I'm c.K. Berry, I'm the
president of lowlife records.

This is monster.
He's on my label.

You doknow who he
is don't you, brother?

C.k., huh?

What does that stand for?

"Cop k*ller."

Torres: Well, looks like
there was an ambush.

All anyone is saying is a
black Jeep peeled out of here

rat-a-tat-tat, one
guard is dead.

And this is what I
found in Mr. Berry's car.

I hope you have
a permit for that.

Sell-out.

Somebody better get
us out these chains, man.

We the victims, no matter
what this puerto rican sl*ve said.

Ooh, that hurt.

How about you?

Oh, I'm all broken up.

Get them out of here.

See y'all inside.

- Ma.
- Tony.

Walk with me. Oh, honey,
I totally forgot. I'm sorry.

Something came up and
you gotta hang here, right?

Captain o'Bern called
me down to his office.

Ma, I ain't mad at you

but I could use some new gear

so... could I get some cash?

More new gear.

Here you go.

Oh, I'm sorry.
That's not enough?

Here. I'll walk you out.

I'll see you at home later.

I'm sorry about today, okay?

I'm out in five minutes.

Handle your business.

Let's go!

Yo, you know who that is?

Virginia: No. Who?
- It's monster.

You don't want to mess with me.

- Hey, Tony.
- I got mad love for you, man.

This man has been arrested.

Virginia: Stop it.
- What's your name?

No, that's enough. Give me that.

Take this... Take this man.

Keep it real, shorty.

What is the matter with you?

That man's a criminal.

Well, what'd he do?

He didn't do anything. Alright!

Go home! Go on.

Go home!

Keep it real, baby.

[Coughs]

[Sighs]

Somebody want
to fill me in, please?

That's Curtis Maxwell, aka
monster. He's a gangsta rapper.

Oh, how nice. So
what happened today?

There was a shootout
at their video sh**t

and their bodyguard
got shot and k*lled.

Mac... yeah, anyone
see the sh**ter?

Deaf, dumb and blind.

- Then who was the target?
- Could have been one...

- Could have been both.
- And why is that?

Oh, you know, this rapper
monster's got this public beef

with this other guy,
low ball, you know...

- This whole ghetto thing.
- Sorry?

You know, who's got the
biggest whatever, the best lyrics,

this whole territorial thing.

That's worth taking
a shot at somebody.

Virginia: Yeah. Alright, and?

A crew member
said there was tension

between Berry and a manager,
a guy by the name of Ellis.

- Berry pulled a g*n on him.
- Alright. You talk to him.

McNamara, you take
this low ball character.

See if you can get his
whereabouts, alright?

Nina... Nina...

Look, pick up the phone.

If you don't want to talk,
then just leave me a message

telling me that you're okay.

Still beating herself up, huh?

You know what,
between her and pops

I'm a little tired of the drama.

How's he doing?

In and out of clinics,

tired of people sticking
him with needles.

I hear that. Somebody tells
you you got full-blown A*DS

and gives you a timetable
to live, I'd freak out too.

You know what, just
once I would like him

to face his problems head-on.

I mean, is that too much to ask?

Don't you think you're
being a little harsh, man?

Hey. You got g. I got Nina
and pops. You want to trade?

Torres: So, Ellis, where were
you at 6:00 A.M. this morning?

Probably just climbing into bed.

We know that there's some
bad blood between you and Berry.

You want to tell us about that?

Look, we know he
pulled a g*n on you.

- What for?
- He doesn't like me.

You think this is a joke, man?

Those guys got shot at and a
man died. Now, that's homicide.

- Not in my flavor.
- Oh, really? Since when?

Everybody knows every
artist you ever managed

was into this wanna-be
thug business.

That's yesterday's
news. Catch up.

So what you're saying you're not
into gangsta mentality no more?

Look, in this business

an artist has got
to grow or go stale.

That old school
gangsta front is dead.

Oh, that's good, my brother.

- I'm proud of you.
- We related?

Torres: So is that
what the problem was?

You wanting monster
to change up?

- That's right.
- And what if he didn't?

We go our separate ways.

Come on, now. The man
was your bread and butter.

Monster made you.

Other way around, black.

Still, I mean, who walks
away from millions of dollars

unless they're pushed?

Whatever.

[Intense music]

I got more loot than
I could ever spend.

Let the devil have his hell.
He's got to burn somewhere.

What'd I tell you?
We'd be out in a minute.

- You got the family right?
- Yo, it's done.

The flowers, the funeral, the
money for the people. Relax.

Man, only... only cops
should die on the job, man.

Look, I'm sorry he got popped,

but he knew the deal,
he was a bodyguard.

I ain't the damn
president. I'm a rapper.

And we know who did this.

No, we don't, and if we did,
you let me handle it, alright.

Oh, man, dis me on a record
is one thing, man, but this?

- Look, I get it...
- Yo.

I told you to k*ll the noise.

That diarrhea at the mouth
now, people going to get hurt.

Come on, man, is there
something I don't know?

Ellis wants to
change your style.

I took care of that.

Now if somebody tried
to take a shot at you

I'll take care of that too.

Now that's all you
need to know, player.

Thanks, man.

- This thing with Ellis, man?
- What about him?

I don't know, man.
Maybe he's right, man.

It's time to change up.

Nah, if it ain't broke,
you leave it alone.

I think he knows
what he's talking about.

So do I,

and we all made a g*ng of dough

because of that.

Come on, man, let's roll.

[Barking]

Nice doggie.

Nice. Easy, fella.
Easy, easy, easy.

Come on.

[Barking]

Low ball: State your business.

Police.

Low ball: What you want?

You. Out here or me
in there. Make a choice.

You might have a little
problem getting in, money.

Well, unless this mutt can
bounce b*ll*ts off his chest

I'd hurry.

Easy, fella.

Cannibal... inside.

Low ball... Detective McNamara.

- What's up?
- You heard about monster?

- Heard they missed.
- You were there?

For a minute, then I broke out.

- I've been here all day.
- Anybody see you?

My neighbors, my boys

some groupie chick.

I ain't catch her name though.

So what's the deal
with you and monster?

Ain't no secret, started
dissin' hip hop's masters

and we ain't having it.

So you k*ll each other 'cause
somebody said "your mama..."

[Scoffs] Look here, MacGyver

hip hop is street poetry.

But if a few lowlifes
want to bring the noise

then, yo, it's on.

- You got g*ns in the house?
Low ball: Get real, punk.

Instead of sweating me,
you need to check c.K. Berry.

His whole label
built off dope money.

You know how dealers are.
Blink wrong and you're ghost.

You're saying Berry
was the target?

You ain't hear that from me.

That's it? You finished?

- Yeah, that's it.
- Later, Jake.

[Laughing]

♪ You don't have to worry

♪ I know that
things ain't right ♪

♪ seems like all
we do is fight ♪

♪ and it's been on my mind

♪ you don't have to worry

♪ I'm gonna make it right

♪ I'll be by your side

♪ no more lonely nights

♪ you don't have to worry

♪ what must I do to
make it up to you? ♪

♪ What can I say to make
you see things my way? ♪

♪ I know it's hard for
you to understand ♪

♪ I did you wrong

♪ but I'll give my
life to make it right ♪

♪ I know that
things ain't right ♪

♪ seems like all
we do is fight ♪

♪ and it's been on my mind

♪ baby, it's been on

♪ n-e expertise, please

♪ here to put the squeeze... ♪

Hey, yo, hold up. Hold up.

- Yo, what's up, man?
- It's cool. It's cool.

Detective Williams and torres.

- Eh?
- What's wrong now?

We'd like to ask you about
monster's video sh**t.

Yeah, we was up there. We
heard all about the drama, baby.

But, you know, we
broke out. Why what's up?

Y'all see anything
out of the ordinary?

Anybody who looked
like they didn't belong?

You know there's a bunch
of people on our video shoots.

You know, you got
record company execs

you got a bunch of hoochies,
you know, for these guys.

So it's just a bunch
of madness. Is that all?

Well, basically, since
you didn't see nothing...

- Yeah, that's all.
- Yeah, alright.

I wouldn't do what they do
for all the money in the world.

Oh, yeah. All the girls... nah.

All them underwear, man,

they'd be blinding me with that.

What you think, ma?

Yo. Why you got
to make it so ugly?

What? It's Halloween. Man,
what the hell you talking about?

Excuse me?

Who you talking to?

Listen, I'm not one
of your boys, okay?

I changed your diapers
and wiped your nose.

Why you always
got to go there, ma?

Listen, Curtis you do not have
to pretend with me, alright?

I don't care about
your street credentials

and none of that mess.

- I don't know what happened.
- To what?

To me, ma. I wanted
to say something.

I wanted to make a difference.

I don't know. Sounds
corny when I say it out loud.

Well, you don't think
you're deep enough for that

to make a difference,
then change it.

Look, "sounds corny"
is not a good excuse.

It's not that simple, ma.

You remember when you told
me you were going to be a rapper?

[Chuckles] And you bugged.

You was like, "no. Go to
school. Get your education ."

But you didn't listen. You
ran around behind my back.

But I knew I could do
it. I knew I had the skills.

Yes, and nothing stopped you.

- Not even me.
- [Chuckles] Right. Right.

So what's the problem, Curtis?

'Cause you are a
strong black man.

I owe that to you, ma.

I love you.

I love you too.

[Mellow music]

Let's see here,
"Charles Keith Berry

charged with extortion
and conspiracy,

robbery but never convicted."

Teflon man, huh?

He's hooked up with a
guy name Xavier Walker.

Caught 25 years for m*rder.

Says here Xavier's a
big-time drug dealer.

DEA could never
connect the dots.

They haven't given up, though.

What else is there to
do? The man's in prison.

They think his cousin Cornell
Walker's running the operation.

They caught him with
an ounce but made a deal

for him to walk if
he gave up Xavier.

So why is this
guy still breathing?

Xavier knew the
da had him anyway.

He probably told
Cornell to turn state

so he could be free
to watch his back.

So what? Berry took his boy's
loot, started a record label.

And bada-bing, bada-boom,
the guy's got a problem.

So maybe Berry doesn't
know that he's the target.

You know what? I'll pick
up the cousin, rattle his cage.

[Upbeat music]

You get Berry.
I'll take the rapper.

Maybe he'll say
something worth listening to.

[Intense music]

Torres: Big Willie.
Williams: Yo, fellas.

He's got to do this one solo.

Don't you know
smoking weed is ill*gal?

You stay where you are.

Come on, man.

- Where is it?
- Did you find any?

By the looks of things, I'd
say you smoked it all already.

- This would be so easy.
- To what? Huh?

Every day I stand over
corpses that look just like you.

So you're gonna
bring it on? Bring it on.

Why is it a brother gets shot,

and five-o acts like
we had it coming?

- 'Cause maybe you do.
- Where you going? Huh!

What's this going
on up under here?

Oh, you like wearing
these vests, huh?

Now what is that? A
fashion statement for you?

What you know about it, black?

I know we from the
same place, black.

Now the difference is I'm
trying to do something about that.

You ain't doing a damn thing,
except locking brothers up.

I'm only telling
peeps about the real.

Y'all talk about the
real, keep it real.

Now, what are you doing to
change the sorry-a*s reality?

Everybody's a critic. The
thing is critics got it easy.

They talk, they don't do.

Now why is that Xavier's
so pissed off at you, man?

You know I was wondering
when that rumor would start.

Come on, cop, you can do better.

Alright, you want to play
coy? It's your life, not mine.

I know a lot of
scandalous people.

Blame it on the neighborhood
but that don't mean I'm the one.

I guess you do like
wearing that vest.

It goes with that
hardcore image, huh?

[Scoffs] It's hell
being me, man,

and it ain't a damn
thing I can do about it.

You could've squashed that
beef between you and low ball.

Now y'all used
to be boys, right?

So what, man?

Get some coins, some love,
and watch your homies trip.

Some for the good,
some for the bad.

See, now, this is all about
jealousy, is that right?

Now, doesn't he have
his own thing going on?

Not like me. No-talent b*tch.

Swears I stole his
lyrics off my first hit.

Well, did you?

Don't you got some work
to do or something, man?

Yeah, I got some work,
my man. You my work.

Williams: I'm going
to find you, baby.

McNamara: Cornell, tell
me about your cousin, Xavier.

Nothing to tell. We don't talk.

I made a deal with
the da, I'm clean.

Just tell me why
Xavier wants Berry dead

and you can walk.

I can walk right now.

You don't got nothing on me.

Well, the da might want to know

that you didn't
want to cooperate.

I'm answering the questions
the best I know how.

Okay. Your cousin's a
big-time drug dealer, right?

It says here that he
pulled in two mil per week.

He's in on a m*rder
beef, or don't you know?

Now that's a lot of paper.
You got to do something with it.

Clean it up, like, uh,
front a record company.

- Get his boy, Berry, to run it.
- I told you, I'm clean.

I haven't heard from
Xavier in over a year.

I swear.

Look, he is lying.

No kidding. Really?

Of course he is.

Let him go.

Notify the prison, then I want
you to go spend some time

with Xavier and see if you
can shake something loose.

Officer.

Detective torres.

A pleasure.

You know a Charles Berry?

I do. Old scrapper
from back in the day.

- Why? He in trouble?
- Maybe.

Somebody took a shot at him.

I told him all the time

you live by the g*n,
you die by the g*n.

Oh, that's real deep

especially if you're the
one pulling the strings.

You know, you flatter me, cop.

But why would I? He's my boy.

I don't know, you look like a
man who's used to giving orders,

used to having people
do what you say.

So?

So, maybe your boy was flexing.

And being that
you're locked down

that would piss you off.

And I thought you
had something to say.

Oh, I do.

I mean, you're already
serving 25 years.

It'd be a shame to add 15 more

for attempted m*rder
and conspiracy.

Can I get out of here, please?

[Intense music]

Trick-or-treat. Thank you.

Uh-oh. The devil.

Okay, here you go. Alright.

No costume, no candy, money.

Well, I ain't here
for your tricks

or your treats, my man.

What you want then?

Why don't you go
catch some criminals?

Oh, I'm in the right place.

You're whizzing at the
wrong tree, detective.

Come on now, you and I both
know this whole beef is nonsense.

Alright? So why don't
you cut the drama?

- Check the lyrics, yo.
- What lyrics?

Y'all ain't saying nothing.

So company rappers want
to start a little controversy

make some noise.

But I know this whole
thing started with

you and monster. And
I know it's personal.

Yeah. You got that right.

And it ain't over till
that wack-a*s punk

comes correct, know
what I'm saying?

So now the words and the
music ain't enough, right?

Now you got to
pull out your g*ns.

Man, I already told
that other clown.

Now I'm going to
tell you. It wasn't me.

Well, the jury is still
out on that one, my man.

These kids are listening
to what y'all are saying.

Now sooner or later somebody
will take it to the next level.

And when that happens, my
man, you going to be just as guilty.

Yo, that was really well-said.
What, you practice that all day?

It's just like monster said.
You ain't got no talent.

'Cause that's why you want
to keep this going, right?

- Sell some more records.
- Oh, what now?

Are you a monster fan,
cop? Hey, yo, do me a favor.

Tell the dog I
said bite on this.

Tell him that.

[Intense music]

[Berry laughs]
Let's roll, fellas.

Yo, monster, you got it, man.

I can't believe it. You my hero.

Step, bro.

Like you, I ain't got no father.

Mom does what she
can, but, you know...

So I'm going to be like you.

You don't let no
one front on you.

They step wrong...

They die.

You ain't gotta go there,
that's not what I'm talking about.

They can't fade
you. You said it.

Told them all where
to go. Keep it real.

Yo, let me talk to you.

- Yo. We got to get. Let's go.
- Hold on there.

What you doing?
You want to roll?

- Word?
- Come on, man.

Alright.

- He with me, man.
- You a baby-sitter now?

Yeah. Come on.

[Instrumental music]

[g*nf*re]

Damn! They shot my boy!

Fight it, baby. Hang in there.

Get him in there! Get him in!

Get the hell away from me!

You see the sh**ter
this time, Berry?

I saw the g*n.

My boy took a b*llet for him.

He saved his life.

- What's your name?
- Antoine Parker.

Did you see who did this?

I saw a g*n and a black
forerunner with tinted windows.

- A face? Did you see a face?
- No, I didn't see a face.

Come on, monster.
Fight, you b*stard.

Alright, little bro...

It's on now. It's on.

We got the car, lieu.

Professional, any
way you look at it.

Fibers, ballistics,
even the fingerprints.

A gallon of gas,
and it's all gone.

Yeah, lieu. I'll
take care of it.

So what? What do we got?

Cornell Walker received
a phone call from Xavier

an hour before the hit.

Well, I guess I'd
better pick him up, huh?

- Yeah.
- Later.

[Phone rings]

Yeah. Torres.

J.c., what's up?

Right, right. I got it.

[Dramatic music]

[Music continues]

[g*nsh*t]

[Sirens wailing]

Officer: Freeze! Freeze!
- Come on!

Torres: Drop those
g*ns! Drop them now!

Everybody. Come on, man! Move!

Move! Up against
the wall! Move it!

[Instrumental music]

Excuse me, Mrs. Maxwell.
I'm detective j.C. Williams.

Sorry about your son.

You have any idea who
would have done this?

I'm not a fool, you know?

I'm sorry. I don't...
I don't follow.

You don't think I know how
the police feel about my son.

And when he was ten

he watched the police
g*n down his friend.

They shot him in the back,
and then they covered it up.

These kids, they become
used to it after a while.

You know, pull them
over, round them up.

Wrong neighborhood,
stay in your place.

They're black, so
they're criminal.

And pretty soon that's what
they become. It's expected.

I'm from the same place,
and I don't accept that.

I don't care whose
narrow-minded opinion that is.

We can't feed into that.

Now you sound like my son.

He says the same
thing about the cops.

How they think he brings
trouble to his own house

you know, carries a
g*n, runs with th*gs.

No disrespect, Mrs. Maxwell,
but... Isn't that the truth?

He did songs about his reality.

He put his block on the map

and everybody thought that
he owed them something.

He was threatened
constantly because of this.

I know, I know how real it is

but your son did
help feed this rage.

Maybe, but he also schooled
a lot of people who never knew

and who didn't want to know.

You asked me if I
knew who did this.

Yes, ma'am.

Everybody.

[Intense music]

Lieu wants you.

Well, Cornell, looks like
you got a new prom date.

Enjoy.

[Door closes]

I know what you want
me to say. I can't help you.

Have you heard about
the new federal laws?

They're a b*tch, Cornell.

Possession of that kind of money

requires a serious paper trail.

Drug dealers are
losing their minds, kid.

- I don't deal though, so...
- Xavier does.

Even though he's locked up,
man, that is one serious brother...

Even in chains.

See, now, you,

you're sort of like
between a rock

and a real hard place
because I want Xavier,

and I'm not going
to let you play me

like you played the feds.

I got nothing to trade.

Yeah, you do. Yes, you do.

See, you talked to the man
an hour before the hit on Berry.

Somebody got shot real bad.

Do you want to say something?

Wait. I can't hear you.

No.

You make the choice

because I'll send
your a*s to the joint

and your wife too.

She didn't do nothing.

Well, since when
does five-o care?

I mean, you know we can
make it up... if we want to.

Send you to the pen
on the family plan, yo?

How does that sound? Hmm?

By the way, who's
going to raise your kid?

I'm going to take your
a*s out just like your dog.

Bring it on, b*tch.

[Chuckles]

I heard your boy's hurt real
bad. Think he gonna make it?

You think I'm gonna let you
get another chance at him?

Man, you crazy. I ain't
have nothing to do with that.

I ain't going to pay nobody.

It's going to be me,
you and a b*llet.

Take your a*s out.

You just on a whole
'nother level, dog.

I'm a rapper. I slay on wax.

But not for long.

I don't even know
how all this noise

got started in the first place.

But peep this, yo,
your man's all hit up

and all you care about is more
violence. What's wrong with you?

You not even out and
you already bitchin' up.

What, yo, money, you step to
me with anytype of madness,

and your big a*s
willget dealt with.

Well, we going to see.

Yeah. [Chuckles]
We going to see.

[Intense music]

Hey, man...

What's up?

How you doing?

Doing better than monster.

Hey, I know. That's
why I came down.

I wanted to check him out,

but miss thing
there says no way.

Still critical.

- It's not right.
- You two ever make peace?

Then do it, man. Now.
You go back too far.

- He's in a coma.
- He will hear you. Trust me.

I got to go now, but I
want you to stay strong

and when my little
brother wakes up...

Tell him he's in my prayers.

- Alright.
- Alright.

Damn.

Friend or foe?

That's funny. I thought
everybody had to pick a side.

That's been the
problem all along.

Like you got to be
mad at somebody

or dis them hard
to make a hit record.

They shot the wrong brother.

I thought I told you to go home.

I did.

Now I'm back.

I couldn't stay away.

[Monitor beeping]

Come on. Let's go.
Let's get out of here.

[Rapid beeping]

Baby, please don't
die. Please... please...

Help him! Help him!

Let us work. We'll
do what we can.

[Intense music]

- Try 300 joules.
- 300 joules.

- Clear.
- Clear!

Let's do it again.

Clear.

[Music continues]

[Sobbing]

Xavier Walker, he's
got enough muscle

to reach out from his cell.

Lieutenant, then why
did Berry go after low ball?

As close as he was,
he had to see something.

The rapper's got an alibi,
and there's a lot of people

back up his story.

You know they're
going to lie for him, right?

Yeah, probably but what
are we going to do about it?

What about this manager?

Ellis came by the hospital.

Even hesaid they
shot the wrong guy.

- That's justhis opinion.
- Not the way he said it.

Conjecture doesn't hold
up in court, gentlemen.

Williams: Well, with
no leads or witnesses,

I feel like I'm in Vegas.

Williams.

Yeah, okay, I'll be right down.

Cornell wants to make a deal.

Good. Let's go.

Low ball: Hey, yo, man you
can't keep me in here like this.

You're free to go, baby.
Your arrest has been voided.

You can collect your
stuff at the sergeant's desk.

You want to press charges
against Mr. Berry here?

[Chuckles] Let
me think about it.

Oh, uh...

Just for your boys' information,

Curtis Maxwell died
early this morning.

[Mellow music]

- Yo, man, I'm sorry...
- Yo, step!

You... there is something
you need to hear, baby.

Let's go.

Xavier fronted the cash.
Not that you could prove it.

There's not one piece of paper,
no books, nothing to connect.

That son of a b*tch is lying.

McNamara: Okay,
well, how did Berry

piss Xavier off then?

Big man was late with the money

kept coming up short.
You just can't punk Xavier.

Not even when the
brother's behind bars...

Sounds to me like
you were the target

and your boy
just got in the way.

Which means they're
not done... k*ller.

Yo, am I free to go
or do I need a lawyer?

Alright.

♪ I was raised in the
hood called what the dif ♪

♪ where the brothers in
the hood be shift-less ♪

♪ so I rest defense
on my ligaments ♪

♪ p*stol grip pump
on my lap riskin' it ♪

♪ for life given
never givin' back ♪

♪ too late for slippin'...

John.

♪ It's on my lap,
it's on your lips... ♪

John...

John!

♪ And all I'm saying...

The whole house is shaking.

We have neighbors, you know.

What is that? What is that?

- That better be fake.
- Monster's dead, mom.

- I did it for my brother.
- Your brother?

Well, we're just
going to undo it.

- You got one yourself.
- Yes, John!

It's a flower

not "monster"
etched into my flesh.

- That's not who you are.
- In my heart.

Oh, would you
please with this crap.

I let you wear
those stupid clothes

and I shut my eyes when
you started getting all crazy

about this gangsta rap crap

but it's enough. It stops now.

You're crazy. I mean,
the lyrics are mad deep.

They're crazy
metaphors for that life.

Please tell me what's so
deep about calling women

b*tches and wh*res.

'Cause, mom, there
are girls out there who

jock a brother for his chips.

If the females ain't like that

then they got no
reason to bug, do they?

John, could you try to utter

just one sentence
in English, please?

No, mom, I... I'm not
trying to hear that noise.

I should listen to cat
Stevens say things like

"bread," "groovy," "peace?"

Grandma didn't get you
neither. Leave me alone.

No, I'm not going
to leave you alone.

This is my house and I
don't want to hear this crap.

Fine.

[Rap music on headphones]

Clean up this
damn room, damn it!

- What's up, black?
- You, brother.

- Got a square?
- Yeah.

Hold it.

Them bulls are always worried
somebody's trying to k*ll 'em.

Everybody...

Everybody worried about that.

I come out in 2002.

Remember.

A lot can happen in six years.

[Chuckles]

A lot can happen in a second.

- We straight?
- We always were.

- Then handle your business.
- That's why I'm here.

Family's bringing you down.

Thanks for the sticks.

[Instrumental music]

Guard: Open up.

[Upbeat music]

♪ Mmm-mmm

♪ do we get to go?

♪ I want to know right now

♪ I need to know

♪ hey, hey, hey

♪ who holds jurisdiction
over my twisted thoughts? ♪

♪ And am I to blame for what's
happening off in this game? ♪

♪ I'm do or die
about my scratch ♪

♪ but I know this
dough game for me ♪

♪ just ain't the way to go

♪ but still I'm there
grinnin' and winnin' ♪

♪ just like the
next folding paper ♪

♪ thinking of ways to
load another caper ♪

♪ and it's a cold
twist to know ♪

♪ that I could slang all night

♪ and slang all day

♪ but never have
the courage to pray ♪

♪ believe I know better

♪ but somehow I feel
I'm lost at the crossroad ♪

♪ but am I scared
to move across? ♪

♪ Could it be
what I'm drinkin' ♪

♪ they got me thinkin'
like I'm thinkin'? ♪

♪ Lord, I need help

♪ but I can't help myself

♪ awaken to the sound
of sirens, homies dying ♪

♪ kids in the street
with no food to eat ♪

♪ prostit*tes getting money
in they only profession ♪

♪ but, lord, I've only
got one question ♪

♪ do gs get to go to heaven?

♪ 'Cause I don't want to
die, but if so, I'd like to know ♪

♪ do gs get to go to heaven?

♪ 'Cause I don't want to die

♪ do gs get to go to heaven?

♪ 'Cause I don't want to die

♪ but if so, I'd like to know

♪ do gs get to go to heaven?

♪ 'Cause I don't want to die

♪ I didn't sh**t that man,
but I watched him die ♪

♪ and saw the pain and
the struggle in his eye ♪

♪ and didn't cry so when I
start to hear the thunder ♪

♪ are you taking me under?

♪ Or is my sin just as
bad as the gunner? ♪

♪ Do gs get to go to heaven?

♪ 'Cause I don't want to
die, but if so, I'd like to know ♪

♪ do gs get to go to heaven?

♪ 'Cause I don't
want to die unh-unh ♪

♪ do gs get to go to heaven?

♪ 'Cause I don't want to die

gentlemen.

Mr. Walker, are you ready
to give your statement?

Yes, sir.

Alright, this is a
formal deposition.

You understand
you're under oath?

What is the nature
of the relationship

between Charles Berry
and Xavier Walker?

[Intense music]

I refuse to answer
under the grounds

that it may incriminate me.

Does Xavier Walker
own lowlife records?

I invoke my fifth
amendment rights

under the United
States constitution.

Well, I think you've
wasted enough of my time.

I'm not the one
wasting time here.

This witness wanted
to make a deal.

He gave a signed statement.

McNamara: Lieu?

I think you better
take a look at this.

Mr. Walker, has your
life been threatened?

- Or that of your family?
- Don't answer that.

Virginia: Mr. Berry paid a visit

to Xavier Walker yesterday

and suddenly the
witness has amnesia?

You can go.

- Mr. Spencer, please...
- Sorry, lieutenant.

There's nothing I can
do. He took the fifth.

We can protect you.

I told you what
you wanted to hear

but I can't lie under the oath.

Alright. So now
you're going to go to jail

and your wife might
be charged as well.

- Is that what you want?
- Who's threatening now?

Oh, please.

What about your
wife, Mr. Walker?

She's on her own.

[Instrumental music]

[g*nsh*t]

[Instrumental music]

♪ Hey, cowboys, why don't
you put your g*ns down ♪

♪ this ain't the wild west where
they all meet at sundown ♪

♪ you need to be taught
shakedown the breakdown ♪

♪ to help you realize this
here ain't our type of town ♪

♪ n*gro heroes burned
flesh so we could rest ♪

♪ ain't nothing new
except you doing you ♪

♪ you use that knife,
this army losin' a life ♪

♪ and when you use the
g*n, your mama losin' a son ♪

♪ so take care of your
mental and physical health ♪

♪ and spiritually
learn to love yourself ♪

♪ and once you do that
and see that it's true ♪

♪ learn to love the
people who look like you ♪

♪ explain it to the seeds
so they can feel the pain ♪

♪ is it live or is it video?

♪ But don't confuse
with TV camera crews ♪

♪ who cover action news, that's
where my verses turn to blues ♪

♪ mad dreams bite the dust

♪ but the nightmares
they remain with us ♪

♪ we need to really stop
them street corner wars ♪

♪ and activate the
whole society of men ♪

♪ for one common cause

♪ alright, gimme an applause

♪ if you're with me on the
fact that we need to create ♪

♪ a righteous system
and live by the laws... ♪

[Music continues]

Detective Williams.

♪ Brother, brother,
brother, sister lover ♪

♪ can't you see
what's going on? ♪

♪ Take a good look at
what's going on, y'all ♪

♪ it's all about the
need for one another ♪

♪ one another, y'all

♪ we've been dying for so long ♪

♪ and until we decide to
let the violence cease ♪

♪ you and I will lay deceased
as our kids fight for peace ♪

♪ can't die no more no unh

♪ a brother don't want to die

♪ tailor-made but put
in the world to pass by ♪

♪ but when you're passing,
do your thing in such a fashion ♪

♪ don't step on toes

♪ death becomes all of those

♪ with god and love
and never look back ♪

♪ now the decks are stacked
for more love and less crack ♪

♪ black man, time has
come to fight back ♪

♪ getting props with
massive body drops ♪

♪ getting locked but keeps
finding god sitting in a cell ♪

♪ but he lost them
in the streets ♪

♪ have mercy on yo mama,
when they cause drama ♪

♪ running around the place
with a trail of bad Karma, yo ♪

♪ the way you live, got
all your people stressin' ♪

♪ they hope that they
don't come before you ♪

♪ realize you need to
count your blessings ♪

[Wolf howling]