(foreboding music)
- [Loco] California living
can be tricky sometimes.
Being the mecca of g*ng banging,
every corner you turn is
a criphood or a bloodhood.
It's not the Asians or
the eses can get your a*s.
LA County to be specific,
from the east side of Watts
to the west side of Santa Monica.
Now, I know what you thinking,
g*ng banging in Santa Monica,
but it's real n*gg*s everywhere,
and Santa Monica is
no exception to the rule.
Think your a*s is good 'til you come across
n*gg*s ready to let your a*s have it.
It's a beautiful place for sure.
- Paging for Henry.
- But if you think
it's all sunshine and palm trees,
you better m*therf*cking think again.
(phone ringing)
- [Operator] 1052 at 42 West Street.
35th Street apartment.
- Hello?
Hey, babe, what's up?
- Husband and wife,
no weapons.
- I can't talk right
now, I'm on a stakeout.
You gotta give me some time.
Yeah, I'll talk to you later.
All right, bye.
- [Operator] Female caller states husband
is getting violent back-
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
("Go Get the Money" by ATELLER)
b*tch, you sure this sh*t gonna work?
- [Loco] Lil Loco, that's my little homie.
Just the young n*gga
trying to figure it out.
Growing up, I used to see his pops
whooped a lot of a*s in the hood.
His pops was older than me,
but I used to hang
with him back in the day.
The older n*gga's took a liking to me
'cause I was one of them badass little kids
they just got a kick out of.
I was always in some trouble.
His pops got deported to Africa
when he got caught on some bullshit.
I met Lil Loco when he was just a kid
years after his pops got deported.
Once he told me who his pops was,
I immediately took a liking to him
and accepted him with open arms.
He reminded me of his pops.
I knew he was with the business for sure.
- What's the code again?
Yep, I'm gonna hit you when I'm finished.
Gone.
All I hear, go get the money
Money, get it, get it
So I go get it
Hate means I do something right
Right
So Imma let 'em
I'll let 'em
Yeah, Imma let 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Imma let 'em
I'll let 'em
I hit the nail on the head, yeah
Yeah, Imma let 'em
Aha
All I hear go get the money
Money, get it, get it
So I go get it
Hate means I do something right
Right
So Imma let 'em
I'll let 'em
Yeah, Imma let 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Imma let 'em
I'll let 'em
I hit the nail on the head, yeah
Yeah, Imma let 'em
Early bird go get the worm
Worm in the dirt
I can show you what I'm worth
My hands in the dirt
(car door thudding)
From when they look when you're not
My hand in your purse
Hell if you think I'm last then
Last should be first,
first, first, first, first
Go head and go fix your lies
Chef and I'm cooking them pies
Leaving no slice, believe what I got
Who in demand and who got supplies
You own the land, me, I'm fly
Look at the mouse, I'll be the skies
Right by my side
Just look at them thighs up in Dubai
You see us Black man black sand peaches
Yeah
Back hand if you slip speaking
Yeah
Cut off with the hand reaches
Right
Sucka, I ain't about y'all leeches
All I hear go get the money
So I go get it
Hate means I do something right
So Imma let 'em (car engine rumbling)
Yeah, Imma let 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Imma let 'em
I hit the nail on the head, yeah
All I hear go get the money
(car door thudding)
Money, get it, get it
So I go get it
Hate means I do something right
Right
So Imma let 'em
I'll let 'em
Yeah, Imma let 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Imma let 'em
I'll let 'em
I hit the nail on the head, yeah
Yeah, Imma let 'em (Lil Loco knocking)
Swimming with sharks in the tank
How come then we have a thang
How many can step on the stage
And say they taking it all to the bank
You pulling rank, boy,
I'm sharp as a shape
Making you step to the plank
Pick up the tank,
come get me if you can
I'm making sure that you can
This ain't a prank
I have you waving a (door lock beeping)
(door creaking)
(footsteps clopping)
(perplexing music)
(footsteps plodding)
(objects clacking)
(bag zipping)
(perplexing music continues)
(bag zipping)
- Freeze, m*therf*cker!
(g*n firing)
(Lil Loco thudding)
(car door thudding)
(apprehensive music)
(door creaking)
- Police! Freeze, m*therf*cker, don't move!
- Don't sh**t, don't sh**t. I live here!
- [UC Cop] f*ck.
(siren blaring)
(puzzling music)
(Steel puffing)
- Look.
- That's nice, baby.
- You didn't even look at it, look.
- I can see how pretty you
are right here, all right, what?
- Let's take one together.
Why you gotta, can you smile?
- I'm not smiling.
No, no.
- Smile, babe. Smile.
Ooh, I got you. (chuckles)
- Yo, come on, get this here.
Delete that. Delete it.
- No!
Well, you look good.
- Slutty a*s.
- You look good.
(audience laughing)
- [Comedian] Wow, how do I start?
Um, I was in the park last night
chasing this white guy
and-(audience laughing)
- [Announcer] And now
a message from our sponsor. (phone ringing)
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becoming cloudy overnight,
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Wind south at 5 to 10 miles per hour.
And the sun may give
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Now back to our regular scheduled program.
- Oh my God!
- Girl, what you doing on my phone?
- I was trying to watch my show.
The phone was ringing,
and it was loud, so I brought it to you.
- Mm-hmm.
(phone ringing)
- Whatever, n*gga.
Don't nobody care who you were talking to.
- Okay.
Uh, excuse me.
And you know, go watch the show.
Yo.
Nah, Loco's on a
conference call at the office,
that's why he didn't pick up.
What's good though?
What?
(ominous music)
- [Steel's Girlfriend] You okay?
- You joking, right?
What? (scoffs) How?
(ominous music continues)
Yeah, man.
All right, uh, I'm gonna
go tell him myself.
It's better.
All right.
(ominous music continues)
I gotta go.
- All right, what's the matter?
- Tell y'all when I get back, all right?
- What? What's going on?
- What's up?
- What's, what's the matter?
- I'll tell y'all when I get back, okay?
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music fades)
(phone ringing)
Yo.
Yeah, man, I heard, all right.
Getting ready to go
tell him right now, y'all.
Hey, tell him I'm getting
ready to go tell him.
Y'all stop calling me.
All right.
(laborious music)
(laborious music continues)
(car lock beeping)
(car door thudding)
(laborious music continues)
(laborious music continues)
- When we talk about the Pink Organization,
we're talking about being the leaders
in advertising, marketing, distribution.
I need you guys to be very,
very aggressive in this campaign.
You guys go ahead and take five.
Have a restroom break, some coffee.
We'll get back, start
in five minutes. Thanks.
What's up, n*gga?
- Lil Loco gone, man.
- He gone. What you mean he gone?
- n*gga was hit in a house lick.
He got gunned down by the owner.
- A house lick? The f*ck?
- I heard Bluey put him on.
- Bluey? Ain't that n*gga in jail?
- I don't know, man.
("Killin the Game" by G
Homie feat. B.i.G Ram)
- f*ck! (hand thumping)
Killin the game, n*gga
Yeah, I came to m*rder sh*t
Huh
Killin the game, n*gga
Yeah, I came to m*rder sh*t
Huh
k*lling the game, n*gga
I came to m*rder sh*t
Huh
k*lling the game, n*gga
Yeah, I came to m*rder sh*t
Uh
k*lling the game
Uh
n*gg*s as brothers they came
You cannot deal with my pain
Uh
Still let it bang
Yeah
n*gg*s ain't pissing
Now I ain't got to mention
This p*stol can whistle
and dent up your brain
Me and my n*gg*s
be k*lling these n*gg*s
So get it, don't get it
I let it go bang bang bang
Uh
f*cking with mine
f*ck with my time,
you f*ck with my dime
Trust me, I'm grind
Better go high like
I'm running on slime
There's nothing to slide
Uh
n*gga gonna need 10 of you
10 of you
m*rder game killin you
Killin you
Fresh in the centerfold
Centerfold
Uh
Big boss general
n*gg*s run they mouth
and be ducking South
f*cking buses give a f*ck about
f*ck you talking about
Talking too loud, then I walk 'em down
(gate clanking)
(distant railroad rattling)
(bus engine whirring)
(distant car horns honking)
(distant brakes screeching)
(traffic whirring)
- [Passerby] So you got a light?
- No.
(traffic whirring continues)
(foreboding music)
- [Loco] This n*gga Bluey,
I can't stand this little punk-a*s n*gga.
I put him on a lick a little minute ago,
and his dumb a*s got caught.
Only thing is some money came up missing
that was reported by
the owner of the house.
He sat down for a few years,
but he's a hustler, I ain't gonna lie.
Regardless, this n*gga gotta go.
I heard he was still making
plays from the inside.
Then he sent my little homie
on that bunk-a*s mission,
and I want my money back from that lick.
f*ck that!
(foreboding music continues)
(distant traffic whirring)
(foreboding music continues)
(foreboding music continues)
("In My Ride" by Sourwah)
Yeah
Pick up (car engine rumbling)
Hey
- Damn, baby, what's your
name with your fine a*s?
- [Bluey] What's up, baby?
- Say you, I miss you, baby.
- [Loco] That's Stacy.
This what you call the real
grimy-a*s b*tch right here.
She was a cold sl*t.
n*gg*s used to run
through her like a track field.
After she had a baby,
she reformed her hoeing and got a job,
but still a grimy b*tch nevertheless.
Spirit's still f*cked up.
I never like this b*tch.
- Man.
Glad to be out that m*therf*cker.
- Me too!
'Cause I've been missing that d*ck.
- [Bluey] Don't trip, crime scene coming.
- Ay. (Bluey quacking)
What you trying to do, baby?
- sh*t, I've been wanting Jack In The Crack
like a m*therf*cker.
- [Stacy] Ugh, that sh*t is nasty!
- What?
- [Stacy] That sh*t nasty as f*ck.
- Nah.
If you scared, go inside
You ain't stopping this grind
When I pull up in my ride
Whole squad down to slide
If you scared, go inside
You ain't stopping this grind
Uh
And you can catch me in
your hood creeping, yeah
BM dub and it's beating
Take the squad, make
sure everybody eating, yeah
Then next come up what we seeking
Tell 'em keep it quiet,
gotta play the game smart
Be down to make your move
When the ball is in your court
It will all come to light
if it was done in the dark
And don't pull up if you
ain't gonna let it spark
Do it
Yeah
- You want something up outta here?
- No, I'm good.
Whole squad down to slide
n*gga, yeah
If you scared, go inside
You ain't stopping this grind
Uh, uh
When I pull up in my ride
You see
Whole squad down to slide
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
Who this?
It is Bluey. It ain't your crib, man.
Who this? Who you looking for?
Yo, b*tch. (scoffs) All right.
(distant car horn honking)
(traffic whirring)
(car door clicking)
(distant car horn honking)
(car door thudding)
- What? So you ain't gonna pump the gas?
Forgot how this sh*t work or something?
What's wrong with you?
- Who the f*ck is Kano?
- Huh?
- Don't what me, bruh,
who the f*ck is Kano?
- Look, you just got out.
Don't be coming home
tripping and sh*t already.
- And the n*gga just called your phone
talking about where his b*tch at.
(distant car horn honking)
That's how we getting down?
That's what we on?
- I'm sorry, babe.
Look, I just-
- A'right straight, I'm gonna
just catch the bus home.
- What?
- I'm just catch the bus home.
- n*gga.
Look, take this sh*t with you.
- I don't want this sh*t. (fries rattling)
(Stacy gasping)
- What the f*ck?
Do you know how much trouble I went,
f*ck your dusty a*s anyway.
f*ck you, n*gga.
You roughcast, rough-a*s n*gga.
(siren blaring)
(groovy music)
(traffic whirring)
(birds chirping)
(distant dog barking)
("Get It" by Jaylikethealphabet)
Hey, I got the recipe
Never gonna let any
opp get the best of me
Thought it was distance,
but haters is next to me
Talk to the spirit, you
know I been heavenly
Company definitely show your trajectory
- [Loco] Now, this is Steel, my n*gga.
Real standup type n*gga, you feel me?
Always had a n*gga back from day one.
I met Steel back in junior high school.
Him and his ma's moved to the hood
from Philly back in the day.
n*gga was like 11 out there in the streets
and got shot in the back
from a 12-gauge shotgun.
I don't know how he survived that sh*t.
So Ma's moved to Cali to
get him away from the bullshit.
But once he hit the hood,
he was with us from that point.
A solid n*gga like that,
it's only right I made
him my right-hand man.
We been down ever since.
Ain't about it
Tell 'em that you finna
make it, but they doubt it
But God didn't
But you rose like the flower
Tell me what it's like
to live with superpowers
I don't know but Imma get it
Imma get it
Get it, get it
I just know that (bell tolling)
Imma get it
Imma get it
Imma get it
Imma get it
Imma get it
Imma get it
Imma get it
Imma get it
- [Steel] Loco!
The gas is stuck
Oh
I ain't the one to rely on luck
I put in work and then He show up
- Steel.
(indistinct)
For real?
- Yeah, n*gga, for real. What you mean?
- All right, I'm rolling. (Velcro ripping)
- sh*t! (glove thudding)
(pensive music)
(bell chiming)
(bus whirring)
(kid speaking indistinctly)
(car horn honking) (siren blaring)
(bus rumbling)
(pensive music continues)
(doorbell chiming)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(car engine whirring)
(pensive music continues)
(car engine rumbling)
(pensive music continues)
(Bluey knocking)
- Mama.
(Bluey knocking)
(door creaking)
Mama, I'm home.
(door clicking)
Mama!
(puzzling music)
Mama, where you at?
(door clicking)
(puzzling music continues)
(puzzling music continues)
(puzzling music continues)
(phone buttons beeping)
(apprehensive music)
- Took you long enough, n*gga.
If you haven't figured it out,
that's me, Loco,
born and raised in the
City of Santa Monica.
Really wanted in one.
Growing up in the hood,
I was a triple threat then, son.
Hand game, nice.
Always had the money, the b*tches,
and a gunner for show.
Anytime any of the homies got hit,
I was on the main line
tearing sh*t the f*ck up.
But it's a new generation
now, I been chilling.
But when this n*gga stole from me
and got my little homie k*lled,
it's no way I'm letting that sh*t slide.
Guess I'm just the older homie, huh?
Yeah, m*therf*cking right.
- Who is this?
- Loco, n*gga. You
know who the f*ck this is.
n*gga, stop playing.
- Loco?
- Ding, ding, ding, now
telling what he want, crip.
Your mama about to get her
m*therf*cking head blown off.
- Because you lost your m*therf*cking mind?
- Yeah, n*gga, that's why I'm Loco.
Now, where my m*therf*cking money at?
- What, n*gga? Your
little homie lost that bread.
What you mean where your money at?
- n*gga, you put cause
on that dumb-a*s lick.
Ain't you locked up,
b*tch-a*s n*gga? The f*ck?
- n*gga, the ones came and hit me.
The f*ck I'm supposed to do?
- The f*ck you mean, n*gga?
Put my homeboy up on
this dumb-a*s lick, n*gga?
Got him k*lled, n*gga.
Then you think you gonna take my money.
n*gga, you got me
f*cked up. (slap cracking)
- Man, hit her again,
I'm gonna k*ll you, n*gga.
- n*gga, on your crip, n*gga.
You say something else, n*gga.
I'm gonna blow the teeth out the back
of this b*tch neck, n*gga.
- All right, all right, cuz, hold on.
- Yeah, that's what I
thought, n*gga. The f*ck?
- Look, I ain't got all the bread,
but I could get it.
- Now listen, you got 24 hours
before I blow this b*tch's head off.
- Cuz, I only got half.
How the f*ck I'm gonna get another
hundred something thousand?
- The clock starts ticking when I hang up
the phone, n*gga, tick tock.
- f*ck.
("Unapologetic" by Wav Haven)
(door clicking)
("Unapologetic" by Wav Haven continues)
(door creaking)
("Unapologetic" by Wav Haven continues)
Huh
Everybody trippy, yeah
We coming, yeah, step back
Yeah, we walking with a body bag
Full of cash, hmm
Cut from a different rag
We raise it like a flag, hmm
Unapologetic
Uh
We gonna keep running it back
Running it back, running it back
We won't stop running
it back, running it back
And as we gonna keep running it back
Running it back, running it back
Yeah, yeah
Running it back
Running it back, running it back
Hey, 10 toes, Imma never miss
Boy, I'm locked in
Never take a loss in
the sport, boy, I'm top 10
Giving work all around the clock
I know they watching
Oh, you got it out of the mud
Ain't had no options
Oh yeah
Let me go ahead and
change my style up
Got that touch like Midas
Back then they wouldn't invite us
Switched up, now they wanna be like us
And now, they dealing
with identity crisis
I know, I am sorry, get a pity party
You can probably get it
from your mom, I know
But if you pull up on me
You're gonna see your body
'Cause I'm not the one
you want a problem with
10 toes down
If I stumble, watch me stand up
When it goes down, get to tu tu
Is that your man's duck, uh
You can blame it on your homies
Got you hyped up, whoa
(garage door buzzing)
Yeah, everybody trippy
Yeah, we coming, yeah, step back, hmm
Yeah, we walking with a
body bag full of cash, hmm
Cut from a different rag
We raise it like a flag, mm
Unapologetic
Uh
We gonna keep running it back
Running it back, running it back
We won't stop running
it back, running it back
Listen
We gonna keep running it back
Running it back, running it back
Yeah, yeah
Running it back
Running it back, running it back
Hey look, hand me the
ball, I'm running it back
Answer the call, I'm all in my bag
They want me to ball,
I charge them the max
Then they pay more
'cause they paying me tax
Uh
Paying me tax
I'm the solution and I'm the problem
If it ain't profit, it ain't an option
If you try to play me
I'm going to get you packed up
If it's up, then it's stuck
Nothing's getting past us
Know we about to act up
This whole game is wrapped up
Talk will get you smacked up
Refresh, you should back up
Hanging all these plaques up
That's facts, bruh
I know that I'm a
menace catch you lacking
With your hands up (phone ringing)
- [Actor 1] You got the gas?
- [Actor 2] Gas on.
- [Actor 1] Gas on.
- [Actor 3] Hey, hurry,
they waiting for the cake.
- Yeah!
- Oh, take your time.
- Yes, hello?
- [Loco] So this is Nutty.
He kinda cool, but I never
trusted this little n*gga.
He was always on the
fence with his cripping.
One minute, he was banging,
the next minute, he was
on some school job type sh*t.
Be in the hood one day,
the next day, he gone for
weeks on some square sh*t.
And that's a red flag for me
'cause when n*gga is
halfway in, halfway out,
ain't no telling where they heads is at.
n*gga, if you win this
sh*t, you win this sh*t.
If you ain't, stand clear
and get the f*ck out the way
before somebody get
f*cked up for real though.
- What's up, bro?
- Bluey? n*gga, when you get out?
- Shift a couple hours ago.
- Ah, is that right? Where you at, n*gga?
- I'm on my way headed to you.
We got a problem.
- What? What's happening?
And this n*gga, Loco, kidnapped Mama,
talking about he need
250,000 or he gonna k*ll her.
- [Actor 1] Put the ISIC
on, we're bouncing in.
- What?
- Yeah, man.
- n*gga, I told you not to
f*ck with that n*gga, cuz.
Let me guess, he mad 'cause his
little homie's got popped by them ones.
- Yeah, bro.
- And they took the bread, right?
- Yeah.
- So now, we gotta give cuz bread for Mama?
n*gga, I shoulda f*ck you up.
- Look, bro, right now,
we ain't got time for all that sh*t.
About to pull up a team.
Back then they wouldn't invite us
Switched up, now they wanna be like us
- f*ck.
I know, I ain't sorry, get a pity party
You can probably get it
from your mom, I know
But if you pull up on me,
you're going to see your body
'Cause I'm not the one
you want a problem with
10 toes down, if I
stumble, watch me stand up
When it goes down, get to tu tu
Is that your man's duck, uh
You can blame it on your
homies got you hyped up, whoa
Everybody trippy, yeah
We coming, yeah, step back, uh
Yeah, we walking with a body bag
Full of cash (Bluey knocking)
And cut from a different rag
We raise it like a flag, mm
- Come in, cuz.
We gonna keep running it back
(punch thudding)
- f*ck, man. What the f*ck that was for?
- n*gga, that's for Mama.
Ain't no telling what she
going through right now.
- Man, that sh*t ain't gonna help.
- Sit your a*s down. It helps me!
Where he at?
- I don't f*cking know.
- f*ck.
- I got this number to call when we ready.
- How much you got?
- 100K.
- Damn, cuz, I only got 40.
- sh*t.
f*ck we gonna a hundred bands from?
- n*gga, I don't know!
Do I look like a f*cking banker to you?
- sh*t.
- Hold up.
- How much is that?
- n*gga, shut the f*ck up!
Got a n*gga about to break
the bank with your dumb a*s.
- Bro, chill, we'll get it back.
- n*gga, you better start thinking faster,
real fast, n*gga, 'cause I only got 40,000.
- f*ck.
- Yeah, that part.
- Actually, I got another 50 bands tucked.
We can start there and
see what's happening.
- All right, band.
I'm gonna make some calls too
and see what I can get cracked.
- You got g*ns?
- No, n*gga.
- Right here naked?
- Yeah, n*gga, on parole!
I've been trying to stay
away from this stupid-a*s sh*t.
f*cking with you, I'm back
in this m*therf*cking bullshit.
- Yeah, whatever, n*gga,
I'm gonna make some calls
and see what I can get going.
- Yeah, you do that, n*gga.
(traffic whirring)
- Who you about to call?
- The Ghostbusters, n*gga, shut up.
I mean, you live in a toilet.
- What?
- Yeah, f*cking with you, sh*t happens.
There's always some sh*t with you.
Yeah, whatever.
Debt collector,
meet me at the first
meet spot in 20 minutes.
- You wanna tell me who
the f*ck you just called, n*gga?
- That n*gga Rat Capone.
- Rat? I thought that
n*gga was still locked up.
- He got out a few weeks ago.
And why the f*ck is you
driving this m*therf*cker so fast?
Slow this m*therf*cker down!
We're gonna have to get
down after this, straight up.
(scheming music)
(car door thudding)
- What's up, g*ng? What's cracking?
- [Loco] Now, this is
Rat, short for Dirty Rat,
'cause this little n*gga's
a low-down, dirty,
scanless-type m*therf*cker right here.
The kind that shake a n*gga hand,
then robbing when they ain't looking.
Type of n*gga go bust on some sh*t,
then go home and meditate.
I don't know what the f*ck
wrong with this little n*gga,
but either way, he's a f*cking live wire.
Always liked the little n*gga though.
Too bad I might have to
k*ll his m*therf*cking a*s.
(scheming music continues)
- What type of energy y'all
got going in this m*therf*cker?
Bluey, whaddup, cuz? When you get out?
- Shift earlier today.
- You already back with some bullshit, huh?
Already trying to go back to the ball game.
Take me back to the ball game
- Shut the f*ck up.
- All right, cuz, for
real, we got a problem.
- What's happening?
- This n*gga, Loco, done kidnapped my mama
and holding her for ransom.
- What the f*ck, for what?
- Over some sh*t this n*gga done did.
- f*ck, f*ck we gotta do?
- Thought you got something cracking.
- sh*t maybe, I'm waiting
on a play right now actually.
- sh*t.
- You sure about that, n*gga?
- You got any other
m*therf*cking suggestions, n*gga?
- You n*gg*s wanna
get this sh*t off your chest
before we do this?
- Nah.
- All right then, you ain't in
no position to question sh*t.
- I'm sensing a lot of
childhood trauma, cuz.
You n*gg*s gonna need
family therapy after this.
- Nah, we good.
- And shut the f*ck up.
(foreboding music)
- [Commentator] Well, I
suppose if any fighter can-
(phone buzzing)
- Nutty, what's cracking?
- [Loco] This m*therf*cker, Ghost.
I would tell you why we called him Ghost,
but that's probably clear.
Ghost was just a couple
years younger than me,
so we came up in the hood together.
You know how they say.
You see a white boy with a g*ng of n*gg*s,
he had to do some crazy
sh*t to be with them n*gg*s,
and Ghost was exactly that.
Back in the w*r years,
he used to get the homies
g*ns from his connect.
Gave me a chunky-a*s .44 back in the day.
Now, he like a second degree black belt,
and got a gym in the city,
and start training people.
One time, I had to get at his a*s too
on some gangster sh*t.
So I already knew he was gonna help
these little punk-a*s n*gg*s.
- What's happening, Ghost?
- I'm just chilling, man.
What's going down?
- All right, I need to holler
at you about some sh*t.
- I'm at the gym. Come
through, I'll be here.
- All right, I'm finna be on my way.
- Ah. (jumping rope cracking)
- [Commentator] High
pace of cardio without a train-
(traffic whirring)
- What's up, bruh?
- Man, that n*gga Bluey
went to go pick up that 50,000.
And I just hit that n*gga
Ghost about the g*ns.
- Drop.
- Let's go.
- Pick that sh*t up.
(birds chirping)
(traffic whirring)
(foreboding music continues)
- Hey, Ghost.
(ominous music)
- What the f*ck y'all got going on?
- This n*gga Loco got my moms.
- What you mean got your mom?
- Like, kidnapped, n*gga.
- What the f*ck, why?
- [Nutty] That lick Bluey just set out
for one of the Loco's place.
- [Ghost] You mean the home invasion sh*t?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I never liked that dude anyway.
He tried to extort the homie
a*s, Bo, back in the day.
Tried that sh*t with me one time,
but I'm not with that sh*t.
I don't care if he's from
the same hood or not.
- Man.
- f*ck that, I got you.
What you need?
- Some burns, some untraceable sh*t.
- Yeah, I got you,
but I'm gonna have to
charge you more though.
- Man, I got you.
- You owe me.
You already owe me,
so I'm gonna have to charge more, bro.
- I got you 'cause I gotta get my mama.
- I got you.
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
You got everything you need
to turn the m*therf*cker inside out.
- Yeah, cuz, good-looking.
- g*dd*mn, n*gga, who
the f*ck is you? John Wick?
- Yeah, something like that.
- I'm gonna start calling you
Crazy cr*cker, cuz. (laughs)
- Anyway, we finna head out.
(hands cracking)
- [Rat] Yes, sir.
- Hey, Rat.
- What's up, bruh?
- You know why black
people don't go on cruises?
- Why?
- They're not gonna
fall for that sh*t again?
- Hardy har har, n*gga.
(traffic whirring)
(machine whizzing)
- Mr. James,
how you doing on this beautiful day?
- Doing all right. How you doing?
- Sure you're glad to hear from me, right?
- f*ck no.
- Temper, temper, my brother.
Gotta watch that blood pressure.
You know I've been thinking,
you should probably take
some kind of f*cking yoga class.
- Yeah, the same one that your mama go to.
- Ouch.
Seriously, everything good?
You good? You chilling?
- What's up, man?
- All right, I won't waste any time.
That money you took
put your a*s in jail for a long time.
I need it back.
And I need 10 points on top of that.
One of the authorities.
Make a decision, Mr. James.
You have a great one. (machine whizzing)
(car engine humming)
- Steel.
Hey, I need you to go
meet with that n*gga Deeno
so we can get that
bread to this n*gga Scott,
so I could k*ll this m*therf*cker.
Yeah, I know.
I know you don't f*ck like that, my n*gga,
but we need that bag though for real.
All right. Okay.
(car engine humming)
(traffic whirring)
(car window humming)
(traffic whirring continues)
- Whaddup, Deeno?
- [Deeno] Whaddup, Steel?
- You got that?
- [Deeno] I got it all.
- I don't need to count, do I?
- Man, don't come at me like that.
- Just making sure.
- [Deeno] All right. (car engine revving)
("Ask Me How" by son
of Augustine and Bishki)
(car door clicking)
("Ask Me How" by son of
Augustine and Bishki continues)
(door lock clicking)
("Ask Me How" by son of
Augustine and Bishki continues)
("Ask Me How" by son of
Augustine and Bishki continues)
Ask me how I'm living,
I'm telling them great
Ask me how I did it,
I'm telling them grace
Yeah, yeah, hey
Ask me how I did it,
I'm telling them grace
Ask me how I'm living,
I'm telling them great
Ask me how I did it,
I'm telling them grace
Ask me how I'm living,
I'm telling them great
New me, no time to waste
Look at me and see I don't play
I keep running, no, out of shape
Need a hero, go find a cape
New me, no time to waste
Look at me and see I don't play
I keep running, no, out of shape
Need a hero, go find a cape, hey
No need for the b-roll, I
was masked up but no hero
Breakfast in the morning
It was cereal and then Ebro
(sensual music)
- g*dd*mn, baby, what you wearing?
- Just saw something I picked up for you.
- And I seen.
- So what's the plan now?
- Man, wait for this n*gga Bluey
to bring my m*therf*cking money.
- He wouldn't be dumb bring you the money.
(Loco scoffing)
- They gonna be making
m*therf*cking funeral arrangements
and picking up they mama body parts
around this b*tch, you feel me?
- Your stupid a*s vibe.
That's why I love your a*s.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
(lips smacking)
(sensual music continues)
Now, come and get this p*ssy.
(phone ringing)
- Ah, sh*t.
- What's happening?
- It's your wife, n*gga.
- f*ck.
- You ain't talked to her yet, cuz?
- Ah, I have to do some sh*t.
- Well, what you wanna do, n*gga?
- Answer it.
(distant car horn honking)
- What's up, sis?
(distant siren blaring)
Yeah, I'm with cuz. Hold on.
(distant car horn honking)
- What's up, baby?
I'm on my way to you.
For real, some sh*t had happened.
I'm on my way to you.
(siren blaring)
Like, 20 minutes.
All right, for sure.
- Cuz, this n*gga Bluey got a lot
of dysfunctional relationships, my n*gga.
For real, cuz, you need
to take some time to heal.
I'm just saying.
Hook you up with my therapist there.
(waves crashing)
(upbeat music)
- What's up, baby?
- n*gga.
- [Loco] Here go Kelly, little silly,
smart, special-needs-having a*s.
I mean, this b*tch is square as f*ck.
She grew up with them little n*gg*s.
She was more on school,
went to college and sh*t.
I grew up with her pops too.
He was with all the sh*t.
So he kept Kelly far away from n*gg*s
'til he passed away.
I don't know how she
ended up with this n*gga.
- What's been going on? What happened?
Where you been?
- Man, Mama got kidnapped.
- What?
What the f*ck are you talking about, Bluey?
- You remember that sh*t I just
sat out for with Little Loco?
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, Big Loco kidnapped
Mama, talking about if
I'm not paying 250,000
in 24 hours, she dead.
- $250,000?
Well, do you got it?
- Most of it.
- Okay, um.
Well, sh*t, you want the
house money or something?
- You still got that?
- It was the bread we was supposed
to use for the down payment
on our new house though,
so if it's for Mama...
- Gonna need that.
- Here you go, baby.
- How much you good?
- 70,000.
- 70? Thought you said it was 50.
- Yeah, you know I put a little extra
while you was gone, babe.
- All right, my little Keyshia Ka'Oir.
- Kelly, n*gga, your Kelly.
- I like that.
(car horn honking)
(traffic whirring)
(car horn honking)
- We got a problem.
- [Bluey] What now?
- Kelly behind us.
- What?
(mysterious music)
- Like, three cars behind us.
- [Bluey] Told her to stay in the house.
- She ain't listening, n*gga.
- Obviously, n*gga.
Man, pull over real quick
so I can figure this sh*t out.
(mysterious music continues)
(car engine whirring)
(mysterious music continues)
(mysterious music continues)
What the f*ck is you doing?
- The f*ck is you doing, n*gga?
You scared the sh*t out of me!
- And didn't I tell you take your a*s home?
- I know, but I can't stay
home while you outside, baby.
I gotta be out here and
help you or something.
Listen, listen, listen. How about this?
I'm gonna just stay back far behind,
and and and they won't even see me.
They won't even know that I'm here.
- No, take your a*s home.
- I'm not going home.
What are you doing?
- [Bluey] Take your a*s
home and catch an Uber home.
- You just gonna leave me here?
sh*t!
(traffic whirring)
- Cuz, you sure it's just that one n*gga
guarding the whole building, cuz?
That's it?
- Yeah, n*gga, they doing that
'cause they think it's more security,
but it's not though.
- How the f*ck you know?
- n*gga, I told you I've been staking this
m*therf*cker out all week.
- A whole week, huh?
- Yes, n*gga, that's consistent.
m*therf*cking cooperative intel, n*gga.
f*ck it, let's go back then. f*ck it!
- All right, let's go.
- Nah, no, no, no, y'all
f*cking up my energy,
shock and shaker.
- Quit being so
m*therf*cking sensitive, n*gga.
We just asking a question
so we don't get our
m*therf*cking heads blown off.
- I told you, bro. It's straight, trust me.
(footsteps rustling)
- What's up? Y'all supposed to be here?
- Yeah, we here to make
some money. You feel me?
- You sure? Everyone
on the list is accounted for.
- Check the list again, we on there.
- What's the name, bro?
- Simon and Trenton Brown.
(crickets chirping)
You got a light, bro?
- I ain't got no light,
bro. (g*n grip thudding)
(thrilling music)
(door creaking)
(thrilling music continues)
- [Rat] Oh, f*ck you.
How many n*gg*s in here?
- I don't know, I have
no idea, I have no idea.
I don't know.
- The hell you don't know.
- I, I, I don't know.
I, I just got off my break, I have no idea.
I don't, I don't, I, I don't
know, I swear to God.
(gritty music)
(gritty music continues)
- The f*ck wrong with you?
(gritty music continues)
- [Rat] Hey, don't move, n*gga
or I'm gonna blow your
m*therf*cking head off!
- What the f*ck you doing?
(g*n grip thudding)
- [Rat] Ah, you know, f*cking n*gg*s
game for anything, n*gga.
(gritty music continues)
Where your money at, n*gga?
All that sh*t.
(gritty music continues)
- [Patron] Nutty, I know that's you.
- [Nutty] Come on, cuz, we outta here.
(gritty music continues)
- Whoo, n*gga, you see that sh*t?
n*gga, you see that sh*t?
n*gga, I was like a little
f*cking crip machine, n*gga.
- Cuz, it was a g*ng of
bread in that m*therf*cker.
How much is it, cuz?
- Oh, oh, n*gga, I'm counting.
Give me a second.
- Slap the sh*t out that
n*gga with the blower.
n*gga, old b*tch-a*s n*gga.
Hey, hey, hey, Nutty, cuz,
how that n*gga knew it was you anyway?
- We went to school together.
That n*gga got a good-a*s memory.
f*ck it though, cuz.
- All right, we good.
- It's enough?
- Yep, I just counted it,
but it's here for sure.
- All right, I'm finna
stop, gas up real quick.
(car engine rumbling)
(gritty music continues)
(car doors thudding)
(gritty music continues)
Hey, Rat, what number is that, cuz?
- Third one, n*gga.
Hey, and grab me some Skittles outta there,
n*gga, the red pack!
- Oh, rainbow-a*s n*gga.
- Shut up, n*gga.
- Hey yo, Bluey, what the
hell your crip life like, n*gga?
- What's hanging? It is what it is.
n*gga, what's up?
- I see they let you out, and
I still ain't getting my fade.
- Hold up, cuz, y'all
gotta handle this sh*t later.
We got sh*t to do.
- Nah, cuz, f*ck that.
Cuz was talking all
that sh*t over that b*tch,
and I still ain't get my fade.
- n*gga, we got sh*t to do. Let's go!
- Oh, that's tight.
That n*gga Loco got your mama, huh?
I hope they k*ll that b*tch.
- What?
- It's good, bro.
Don't even trip, I got 'em.
- Yeah, all right.
(car doors thudding)
- And you better whoop his a*s, n*gga.
(distant crowd cheering)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
- Man, you believe this n*gga Bluey?
- How the f*ck that sh*t happened, n*gga?
- Man, I don't know, bro.
I told that n*gga, man,
not to listen to that n*gga,
but, you know,
when the homie feeling some type of weight,
you know, he gonna do what he do.
You feel me? But guess what though.
- What's up?
- Got that n*gga mama in the house though.
- What?
- No, yeah, n*gga!
The f*ck you think that n*gga
just gonna get away with this sh*t?
- What you gonna do?
- I'm gonna k*ll that
b*tch, n*gga. (scoffs)
If that n*gga don't bring me
my m*therf*cking money, n*gga,
that b*tch is dead.
- Yeah, all right.
Good sh*t, I'm with it.
- For sure, so n*gga, you
see any of the homies,
n*gg*s calling you, asking
dumb-a*s questions, n*gga,
let me know, you feel me?
- Yeah, for sure.
- So matter of fact here, cuz,
finish the count, my n*gga?
- Yeah.
- When we get done
with this little transaction,
I'm gonna holler at you.
So like I said, cuz, just
keep the n*gga posted,
you feel me?
- Yeah, I got you for sure, man.
(g*n scratching)
(door clicking)
- What's up, n*gga?
- Whaddup?
- Missy ain't saying nothing yet?
- No, not yet. (Loco sighing)
- Interesting.
(static buzzing)
Why the f*ck is you playing with me, huh?
I know you know where
the f*ck my money at, b*tch.
- I don't know what you talking about,
but I promise if you let me go,
I would-(slap cracking)
- I'm talking about my m*therf*cking money
and you talking about leaving.
b*tch, focus!
- What you talking about?
- Tell me how you raised
such a h*-a*s n*gga, huh?
Got my little homie k*lled.
Then this n*gga thinks
he's gonna take my m*therf*cking money?
- He got caught.
I don't know what you're talking about.
- I don't know.
But the lick that n*gga hit
before he got locked up,
the owner of the house
reported 500,000 stolen.
Never f*cking found.
Now, why is that?
- I don't have anything to do with that.
I don't know what you're... (g*n clicking)
- Shut the f*ck up!
Now, give me my m*therf*cking money!
Tell me where my money at, b*tch!
- I don't know.
- Loco.
Bluey got the money, let's suit up.
- You better hope this n*gga
got my m*therf*cking money
'cause if he don't, they
gonna be buying a real
nice black dress for
your m*therf*cking a*s.
(foreboding music)
- Please, please, just please. (whimpers)
(Mama sniffing)
(foreboding music continues)
(pensive music)
(traffic whirring)
(pensive music continues)
(crickets chirping)
- n*gga, we're gonna have to
have all the homies somehow.
- sh*t, I can deal with it.
They'll never expect me coming.
sh**t the sh*t out of them m*therf*ckers.
I don't like them little n*gg*s anyway.
- n*gga, we can't do that!
- Why not?
- He right, the little n*gg*s
ain't got nothing to do with anyways.
- Just saying 'cause I don't give a f*ck!
(crickets chirping)
(perplexing music)
Look, those silly m*therf*ckers over there.
What? They got your moms in there?
- Nah, that n*gga Big
Loco know what's up, so.
- n*gga, all them,
little n*gg*s right there.
Ain't no way they know
what's happening anyway.
- Finna find out. Ready, n*gga?
- Yeah, for sure.
(perplexing music continues)
- People get for security trivia.
- Hey, what's up, my man?
What you doing?
I got a whole last-(hit thudding)
("Long Time Coming" by
Canon and Derek Minor)
Yeah
- What the f*ck?
Oh yeah
Hold up, hold up, yeah
Yeah, it's been a long time coming
They ain't cut from
my cloth they tugging
Tugging
Putting up numbers
99 problems and I still kept it
- Drop it, drop it!
Drop it! Drop it!
Yeah, n*gga, now take your a*s
against that m*therf*cking wall, n*gga.
- n*gga, what's with this sh*thole?
- f*ck's sake!
Ooh, don't play, play, play
Play, play, play
- Drop it, n*gga.
(foreboding music)
Drop the g*n or say goodbye to this b*tch.
- I'm gonna light your a*s up.
- Maybe, but I bet you I
take this b*tch with me.
- She ain't got nothing
to do with this sh*t, man.
- n*gga, she got everything
to do with this sh*t.
She birthed this b*tch-a*s n*gga.
So where the f*ck my money at?
- So what? You get the
money, then ride into sunset?
What the f*ck? Who the
f*ck you think you with?
- Loco, n*gga. You know who the f*ck I am.
Hey, tell me what you thought,
that I was just gonna let this n*gga
get my little homeboy k*lled?
You got me f*cked up, n*gga.
Now, where my m*therf*cking money at?
- f*ck that sh*t, n*gga.
- Now, get the f*ck outta my house!
But you ain't taking this b*tch with you
'til I get my m*therf*cking money, n*gga.
How about this? How about this?
I let her walk towards you slow,
you toss me the bag,
and you can have her.
(indistinct)
(heartbeat thumping)
(foreboding music continues)
- Now kick 'em to me.
(object clattering)
Now I'm gonna let this b*tch walk your way.
And when I do, toss me the bag.
(bag rustling)
(heartbeat thumping intensifies)
(g*nsh*t popping)
g*dd*mn. (heartbeat thumping slows)
Where the f*ck that sh*t come from?
Man, got a n*gga laid the f*ck out.
I knew I just shoulda
k*lled them and that b*tch.
That's it, f*ck that bread.
Imma k*ll these m*therf*ckers.
(Loco gasping)
("Game Changer" by Yarin Primak)
This is the moment we waited for
Everything you want is right here
We gonna give them what they came for
We gonna take it up from last year
sh**ting my shot boy, I'm long range
Me and the team on the same thing
Stay down, never switched up
The only thing changed was the game
I'm in the zone now
Nothing can change what we on now
When I pull up, know it's going down
Foot on the gas, ain't no slowing down
Aiming for greatness, no settling
Kick down the doors,
they won't let me in
Taking no Ls, yeah, I gotta win
Watch me kick down the doors
They won't let me in
Who running the game now
Foot on the gas, can slow down, no
My team, we're holding it down
We know we running it now
Watch the game change
Watch the game change
Watch the game change
Watch the game change
Up up up up up up
Up up up oh yeah
Up up up up up up
Oh yeah, oh yeah, got that down
Watch the game change
Up up up up
Watch the game change
Up up up up
Watch the game change
Up up up up
Watch the game change
Up up up up
I do not gamble but bet on me
Tell them that's
life, yeah, c'est la vie
Taking a shot from my enemies
I can't waste no more time or my energy
I know
They know I got it on lock
Go against me, that's a long shot
'Cause I'm counting
wins all around the clock
Never doubt me, boy, I don't stop
Who do you fear when
they making a monster
I am not scared of
none of you imposters
Taking the lead now
while they're watching
Think you should
leave now out of options
Taking no Ls, yeah, I gotta win
Watch me kick down the
doors they won't let me in
Who running the game now
Foot on the gas, can't slow down, no
My team, we're holding it down
Holding it
We know we running it now
Watch the game change
Game change
Watch the game change
Game change
Watch the game change
Game change
Watch the game change
Up up up up up up up up
Up up
A lot
Up up up up up up
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, got that down
Up up up up up up up
Up up a lot
Up up up up up up up
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, got that down
("Game Changer" by Yarin Primak continues)
Up up up
Up up up
Taking no Ls, yeah, I gotta win
Watch me kick down the
doors they won't let me in
("No Kidding" by G Homie)
Can't stop me, watch me
If I want it, Imma go get it
Catch me on the grind riding high
Little mama on my side
Look in my eyes, tell us no kidding
Leave me outside hell on fire
'Cause the limit is the sky
Running up scoreboard with the digits
Catch on the fly riding high
Little mama on my side, watch me
If I want it, Imma go get it
Go get it
Nig, this song when it's on site
Up, n*gga, switch
'cause I'm all like light
Yeah, your mama get your mind right
Boy
Nig, get her
Got her eyes now she on pike
Yeah
Lay it down
Fresh as first day of
school on the playground
All my n*gg*s been with
me since the playground
Aha
Turn like a wheel
We don't play around, yeah
Aha
Full beast mode
Yeah
Winning game
Like I got a cheat code
Aha
Levels to this sh*t, look, I beat those
Yeah
All I did
Was stuck to the G code
Uh
G Homie Diddy, yeah
Street snow
Street snow
What's a b*tch sliding down peak O
Uh
She speaks Cino
Fighting with the
blower like I leaf-blow
Uh
Can't stop me, watch me
If I want it, Imma go get it
Yeah
Catch me on the grind
Riding high, little mama on my side
Look at my eyes tell it's no kidding
Yeah
Leave me outside
Hell on fire 'cause
the limit is the sky
Running up scoreboards with the digits
Catch me on the fly riding high
Little mama on my side
Watch me, if I want it, Imma go get it
No kidding
Thanks the a*s n*gga going way up
On top, looking like
I'm about to stay up
Yeah
Getting to the dollars
And they change up.
Real n*gg*s making
fake n*gg*s take a pay cut
Uh
What the f*ck you think was
Uh-huh
Hey
Ain't about the weight, cuz
Ain't about the weight
A lot of n*gg*s hating but
Uh-huh
You know I could give a straight f*ck
Straight f*ck
Hit the gas on you
n*gg*s, can't crash out
Do the whole dash on
you n*gg*s on the pay route
Been a straight smash on you n*gg*s
Running like a red light
camera flash on you n*gg*s
It's all luck
It's all luck
Let me break the game down
Listen, this is not the lames now
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