Da Neighborhood Dopemane (2023) Movie Script

(up-tempo drum music)
(whooshing sounding)
(tense music)
(eerie dramatic music)
(glass shattering)
(tense violin music)
- [Cram] Being the
neighborhood dope man was
the answer I needed
for a better life.
I guess you can say that.
It happened that day.
I was at the wrong
place at the wrong time.
[Actor 1] I heard
they call you Big Dog?
- Yeah. What's it to you?
- What's it to me?
(wind whistling)
(gunshot cracks)
Oh-oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh-oh,
This is what I'm living for
Money, hustle hard nigga get
out here and get you some,
Money, better go and get it
Ain't nobody go give you none
Money, make a hater hate ya
And they don't even know ya
Money, make a
bitch you just met
Get down on her
knees and blow ya
We riding windows tinted,
man to keep the haters out
When it's appropriate, we
still pull them Gators out
Yellow grill, get a real
job, no I never will
Blood stream cloudy, nigga.
I be burnin' so much kill
I can't stop hustlin' til my
bank account say multi mill
Family's first,
Fuck these niggas out
here gone get you killed
I come from Memphis, Ten
Born and raised
in Morris Mound
Always been that nigga,
check my background
Thuggin' hard, living large,
This is what I'm made for
Do it big every time, give
them what they came for
(dishes clanging)
- Cram. Get up.
You can't be late for work.
You know your boss gone
gone cuss your ass out.
He already praying
to fire yo ass!
- [Cram] Fuck you Tonya man.
- Can't afford
that Cram, get up.
Wanna take all day.
(water running)
(dishes clatter)
- Get up.
(Cram sighing)
Sick of this shit.
Clean up every day.
- Motherfucker missing
tea, fuck your regular job.
I'm gonna be the biggest
rapper in this shit.
- And you don't wanna
go to work. Stupid.
- I look tight.
You ain't gotta worry
about this shit no more.
Once this rap shit take off,
I ain't gonna be broke no more.
- Mm-hmm. That's
what your mouth say.
- Alright babe, I got you
- Look babe, I believe in you,
but we can't keep
living like this.
I'm tired of you hustling
in these streets.
With your nickel
and dime hustle.
Then, you spend all your
damn money on studio time.
When the last time
you took me out?
- I don't know, Tonya. Damn
baby I'm working to hustle.
- Hmm, exactly.
- Hey look, I got enough
motherfuckers doubtin' me.
I don't wanna hear that
negative ass shit
from you right now.
- Your mouth say it's coming.
I just hope it's not too late.
- The fuck that
supposed to mean?
- Figure it out.
- Yeah alright.
- Bye. Have a good day at work.
Tell Mr. Terry I said hey.
- [Cram] Fuck Mr. Terry man.
- Stupid ass.
I was born down here,
I was raised down here,
I'ma stay down here,
Yeah, what it do?
- [Person On Phone]
Hey what's up Cram,
(person on phone mumbling)
- alright meet me at the spot.
Man don't be bullshitting.
Make sure you got my
motherfucking money, bro.
- [Person On Phone] Don't
worry man, I got the money.
- Say no more.
I get dirt down here,
sometimes it hurts down here
I been cursed down here,
this where I've shed my tears
I was born in the hood,
raised in the woods.
Too zappy, everything I
do evil and good got good,
(Cram talking to person)
- What you got bro?
- It's alright here.
- [Cram] He scared of me homie
(person happily mumbling)
Clap yo ass let me see
shake that ass, what
- We gotta ask who did this
- [Actor 2] Let me holla
at you for a second
- Aye where you think you going?
- Man I gotta hit. I just
need about an hour bro.
- Hey bro check this out.
No money, no studio time.
Who'd you think I'm in
this business to lose?
You got me fucked up bruh.
- Man whatever nigga.
One day I'ma come
back, buy this bitch.
Until that nigga I'ma
holla at you then nigga.
- Hey Mr. Terry, anything
you want me to do
while we ain't
got shit going on?
All that shit in there to do
man. Go organize some tires.
Get the room. Sweep the floor.
Shit dust some batteries
off or something.
- Dust the batteries man?
- [Tonya] What's up baby, what
time you coming home tonight?
- Probably late.
I gotta make some bread
so I can go to the studio.
- [Tonya] How late so I know
not to wait up on your ass?
- Late Tonya, damn.
I gotta go. Mr. Terry
looking at me crazy as hell.
Got his arms folded and shit.
- [Tonya] Okay.
- This nigga look madder
then a motherfucker.
- Damn man.
- [Mr. Terry] So
here this nigga come.
2 hours late.
(keys jingling)
(wind blowing)
[Mr. Terry] Cram you
2 two hours late man.
I told you if you was late again
I was gone fire your
motherfucking ass.
- Now Mr. Terry
- Man I don't wanna hear shit.
I got a business to run bro.
When I gave you a
job so you can earn
an honest living.
- I don't wanna hear
that shit right now man.
- Excuse me.
- Them streets gone
get you killed Cram.
- I don't wanna hear that shit.
Let me take it before I
ain't got a customer here.
- Can I get some help please?
- How may I help you?
It's my tire, it's acting weird.
Can you check it out for me?
(Cram mumbling)
- Your tires good baby.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Seemed like it was taxing me.
- How bout' you take my number
just in case something
else happen to your tire.
Or maybe I can take
you out sometime.
- Thanks. I'm covered, but
I don't fuck with the help.
I just help (indistinct)
- Damn dog, she just
dissed your ass dog.
- Its alright bitch,
you gone wanna get
fucked by the Big Dog.
Soon as I come up.
Garbage head hoe.
- Man you better stop fucking
with these hoes up her man.
Tonya gone kick your ass bro.
- I'ma kick both y'all asses
if y'all don't get back to work.
God damn! Use that broom nigga.
(broom scratches floor)
You know what?
(Mr. Terry mumbling)
- Hey boys!
- Hey Ms. Pretty
- What's up? How you doing.
- Baby? What you doing here?
I know you supposed
to be at work.
- Yeah.
But I had to come and see my man
on my lunch break and
see how you doing.
- Ooh, I'm good now you
know. God damn! Ohh.
- Well. I guess I'll see you
a little later on, right?
- You sure will.
- Alright.
I can't wait til I
get off. God damn boy.
- You know damn well you
can't do nothing with that.
- Bullshit. Boy last
time I was with her boy,
she sucked the
covers up in her ass.
I'ma go and get it, 'til
the motherfucker death of me
Cash to the to the ceiling,
Run it up like
it's supposed to be
Bitch I ain't gotta
motherfucking thang
- [Cram] Damn, I
need this money.
Where the fuck
your folks at bruh?
- They supposed to be here.
- Don't you want some more?
- Yeah! Please.
- Go get your folks. Man fuck
all that I need my money.
Go get your folks man.
Fuck that shit I'ma
go to the alley man.
- Who the fuck over here?
That's why that bitch wanna act,
see what time I'm
coming to the house.
- Okay, cause' these
niggas be lying.
- Okay!
- I want me a boss
nigga. You hear me?
- Girl, I sure got me a boss.
You need to get you one.
- I'm sure looking for him.
Bend it over, dance floor
krump, everybody kinda tipsy
Sipping, sipping Grey
Goose, Piranha, and Remy
Me I'm on the ground,
I'm looking for something
(dogs barking)
- I know this bitch
ain't got no nigga
in my motherfucking house man.
- Is that right?
- It's that...
- Right!
- Hey what the fuck
going on in here?
- What the fuck is you doing?
And what you doing
here so early?
- Fuck why I'm here early.
I thought you had a nigga
in my motherfucking house.
- A nigga.
- Babe, this my friend Stacey.
Stacey, this my
boss ass nigga Cram.
- Nice to meet you.
- I thought you was
coming home late!
- Nice to meet you too.
- So I invited my girl over to
have a little wine and talk.
That's all.
- Yeah.
- Your face looks
familiar. Do I know you?
- Nah.
You don't know me but I'm
about to jump in the shower.
I had a long day.
- I'ma be in there in a minute
when Stacey leave, I gotcha.
- Nice to meet you Cram.
- Yeah, nice to meet you too.
- Tanya, you didn't tell
me your man was so fine.
- The fuck bitch, alright.
- Girl! You know I just
like messing with you.
- Mhm okay whatever.
It look like our girl
time gotta end boo.
I gotta go take care of my man!
- So bitch you kicking me out?
- If you put it like that, yes!
Get your ass out. I'll call you.
- You is a trip.
Alright, I'll let you
take care of your man.
- Yeah. See you later boo.
- alright hunny bunny.
- Bye.
Cram! Here I come baby.
(engine revving)
- Cram. Nigga don't act like
you don't know who this is.
Nigga what's up?
- Nigga don't pull up on me
like that. You almost got shot.
What the fuck you
doing over here?
- Nigga come holla at
me. Nigga I don't bite.
- About what.
- Business nigga. Come
by, let me get in the car.
- Man what the fuck you wanna
talk to me about for? Nigga.
- We good around here nigga.
This Chase side of the town.
- Nigga what you want? Me?
- I know and you know
you need the money.
- Nigga you ain't
come out here for
me to cut your grass and shit.
What the fuck you on? Nigga?
- Hell no nigga. Get that
motherfucker a real deal.
I need you to,
take out this nigga that
used to work for me.
I need you to kill this nigga.
I heard through my girl,
this nigga talking about
starting his own
business with my product.
Yeah getting drunk and shit.
Talking about he gonna
come up after Jay.
Nigga got me fucked up!
- Damn Jay that's fucked up.
But you know I ain't into
that life no more man.
I'm just trying to keep my
motherfucking career going man.
Make some legit
money, you feel me?
- Yeah I feel you but,
don't you want some money
in your pockets nigga?
Huh? Yeah. Check me out.
You and that nickel and dime
shit that you're doing out here
is not going help your career.
You want some real
money in your pockets.
So you need to do
something for me nigga.
And that lame ass
job that you working,
it definitely ain't gonna help.
- Man look you don't
know shit about me nigga.
I work my job, I hustle.
Nigga I fuck my bitch.
Nigga I go to the studio and
do what I'm doing, nigga.
- Yeah I know the streets talk
and the streets said you
just a broke ass rap artist.
Heard you can't even
pay for studio time.
- Man I don't wanna hear
this sit bro. I'm out bro.
- alright, look bro.
Look, look, look
before you leave
look for real on some real shit.
Let me put 10,000
in your pocket.
- You got 5 seconds bro.
(car revving)
(door slams)
- You do the hit and you get
your money nigga. That simple.
That quick. You
know how I operate.
I can't stand a
deceitful ass nigga.
I need that nigga gone asap.
- I ain't with that
shit no more bro.
- alright my guy. I
respect your decision.
You got my number.
- Yeah.
When you wanna make
some real money call me.
- Yeah I won't.
(knocking on door)
- What's this?
- I asked y'all ass
time and time again.
Pay your damn rent on time!
- You finna put us out? Damn.
- Eviction of past due.
Hmm.
- Damn Tonya,
why the fuck you looking at
me like you pissed off for?
- I am pissed the fuck
off. Get this shit.
- What the fuck is this?
- An eviction notice, fool!
- I thought we paid
the rent this month.
- You thought we paid
the rent? Did you forget?
I had to borrow
money from my mama,
last month for your
half of the bills.
- I...
- Which was actually
a month behind.
- I can fix this shit.
- You can't fix shit. I'm
tired of hearing. I can fix it.
I can fix it. You sound like
a broke ass record player.
I'm tired of hearing it.
- What the fuck that
supposed to mean though?
- Look, if we get put out,
this relationship is over.
- The fuck you mean
over? So hold on hold it.
Cause a nigga having
a hard time right now.
You just wanna bounce?
- Yea.
- Look Tonya just,
just work with me.
I'm I, promise you.
I'ma sell more dope.
I'ma do whatever
the fuck I gotta do.
We not getting put out!
Man we straight. I got this
shit. We straight, I got it.
- The fuck.
- Tonya, Tonya.
- Dang
(loudly sits down)
Jay.
Hey this Cram. We
in fool. alright.
- Damn, what the fuck we go do?
- Fuck oh man.
I know the bitch is official,
but onto the streets
I know she belongs
to the streets
I know that bitch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
But faking, but
bitch came for me
I know the bitch's are
flukes and into the streets
Yo, I met her one
day I was mobbing
- Shit, okay. Send that shit.
I know your big ass
is so comfortable.
I gotta go get me a Jay.
- Hello?
- Kayla, what's up baby?
What's up sweet thang?
- What's going down babe?
- Shit, you know when
big daddy hit you up
he need you to do
a little favor.
- Anything.
- For sure. So look,
this little Tony nigga.
I need you to set
him up for that.
My nigga Cram go come through
and handle that business.
- Okay look this is the plan.
Take the nigga to the room.
Put on some of that
sexy ass lingerie shit.
You know, you know,
make that nigga think he
go get him some pussy.
You go in the bathroom right,
my nigga Cram go come
out and take care it.
You get the dope,
and bring it to me.
- Say less baby,
I just hope your nigga
Cram know what to do.
- Don't worry about that
baby. You just do your part.
My nigga the best at what he do.
You just make sure you
do what I tell you to do.
And you know big daddy gonna
take care of you and me
- alright then big daddy.
- Say less. Hit me up as
soon as you get the dope.
Alright. This nigga X'd out.
(soft laughter)
I know she belong
to the streets
I know the bitch is a fluke,
she belong to the streets
But faking but
bitch came for me
I know that bitch is a freak
she belongs to the streets
I know she belongs
to the streets
I know that bitch is a fluke
she belongs to the streets
But faking but
bitch came for me
- Hey baby, what's up baby?
- What's going on boo?
- Damn you look good. Let
me see that pussy baby.
- Calm down thirsty ass nigga.
- Look, this party's starting.
Look at the money baby.
- I see it.
- Well, I like what you did
what yourself. You so fine.
- Thank you.
Come on nigga lay down.
- Let me put
everything down baby.
Mhm-mh-mh.
- Nigga calm your
thirsty ass down.
- Man why you playing around?
Man gimme some of
that pussy girl.
What's wrong with you?
Mhm-mh-mh.
Damn you fine baby.
- Where your rubbers?
- I ain't got no condoms girl.
- The fuck you mean you
ain't got none. Nigga.
- Where you going? Awe
man, what's up with that?
- This why I don't be
fuck with your ass.
- Damn bro. Where you
going with your fine ass?
Bitch you better
give me some pussy.
Man god dog, I was finna
tear that ass up girl, man.
- Open your eyes nigga.
Nigga be still. Be still.
- What's up bro?
- This your worst
motherfucking nightmare.
- Man, what's up man?
- Nigga you been
stealing from Jay?
Now you gotta suffer
the consequences.
- No man no. No he
got me mixed up man.
Me and Jay we go way back man.
I been hustling made all
kinds of money for that man.
Shit man. Don't kill me man.
Let me live. Take the
money right there.
I got kids man.
Don't kill me man.
- Nigga you ain't give
a fuck about your kids
you lying up with a hoe.
- Man fuck you man.
- Shut the fuck up.
- Fuck Jay too motherfucker.
(gunshot cracks)
- Taking all this shit.
- Oh my god. What the fuck!
I'ma tell Jay.
This nigga just really
stole his drugs like that.
Oh my god. Jay gone kill me.
What the fuck! What the fuck!
Oh he gone fucking kill me.
This nigga laid up here dead.
(heels clicking)
Hoe. I know she
belongs to the streets
I know that bitch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
But faking but
bitch came for me
I know that bitch is a freak
she belongs to the streets
I know she belongs
to the streets
I know that bitch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
But faking, but
bitch came for me
I know the bitch's are freaks
she belongs to the streets
I know that she
belongs to the streets
I know the bitch's are freaks
she belongs to the streets
But faking, but
bitch came for me
- Awe shit. That nigga Cram.
What's up. Cram.
- [Cram] Aye what it do nigga.
- What's up with it?
- [Cram] Aye it's done bro.
- Shit. My guy. Aye your
package in the mailbox.
Nice doing business
with you my boy.
- [Cram] alright bro.
- I knew that nigga
was gone come through.
(gun clicks)
I know plenty niggas
had to use Prada hoe
You driving one game on
me like you not a hoe
The truth be told your first
day, you getting fucked hoe
And I ain't tryna down
you bitch, but you nothing
But you nothing
- Cram. Got damn nigga you
gone day dream on my clock?
- Nah man just thinking. I
got a lotta shit on my mind.
- Thinking? Nigga I
don't pay you to think.
I pay you to work.
- [Cram] Man fuck that I ain't
dealing with this shit today.
- God damn. God damn. Y'all
not working motherfucker.
- You know you go get fired
for talking to Mr.
Terry like that.
- Aye man fuck Mr. Terry
and this tired ass job.
- Fuck Mr. Terry?
- Nah you must've came up on
some money or something cause
if you then forgot,
nigga you broke.
- I ain't came up on no money.
I'm just tired of the
same shit day after day.
- I hear you, I hear you.
- Aye tell Mr. Terry
I'm finna bounce man.
- Nigga you bold, but
alright I got you.
(loud instrumental music)
- [Cram] Aye what's up Swift.
- Aye man didn't I tell
your motherfucking ass
don't be coming to my studio
if you ain't got my
motherfucking money.
- Damn bro, you
gone give me time
to bless you this
cash? Nigga damn.
- Awe, okay, okay. I see
that's what I'm talking about.
- Yeah I just paid your ass
nigga. Come on and record me.
- [Swift] Shit lets do it then.
Dopeman bitch. What the
fuck did you thought
I fucked your
bitch with no sweet
Then told that hoe to lost
- I fuck with that.
- Cram makes a lot of fucking,
I'ma see bout my damn self.
Speaking of that motherfucker,
I'm finna call his
ass real quick.
See this nigga.
- [Cram] What, what, what, what?
- What's up man, when your
ass coming back to work?
You know Mr. Terry talking
about firing your ass bro.
If you ain't dead,
or about to die,
or in the fucking hospital,
he gone fire your ass.
- [Cram] Right Mr.
Terry can kiss my ass.
Don't need that minimum wage
ass job. Bitch I'm straight.
- alright G, if you say so.
Damn, alright Mr.
Terry I'm coming.
Damn. alright G, let
me get back to work,
bro I'ma holla at you.
- [Cram] You can
have that shit G.
- alright G.
Gotta do all this fucking
work by my damn self, shit.
- Tonya I got a
surprise for you.
- The only surprise you can
do is pay the fucking rent.
- Shut your smart
ass mouth up girl.
- Oh what's this?
- Oh you smart.
- Damn!
- Pay the rent, pay the rent.
- Look. Take this and pay the
rent for the rest of the year.
- Oh-wee. You know I like
when you in boss mode baby.
- Yeah that's what I do.
And I got you some
more gifts right here.
- Oh. Come on babe. About
to take care of you.
- Yeah.
- Come on bring your ass.
Gonna give you some of
this good pussy. You ready?
- Come on with it.
- All them motherfucking
gifts you just got me.
- You know I gotta
take care of you baby.
- Always do.
- Come on sugar, come on.
(soft music playing)
- Fuck.
Whats crazy is, you thought
you was a step ahead of me
But this aint even too small
for you to play around in
You tryna creep without
me finding out about it
But I know everybody
Move just like you move,
do the shit that you do
Loving you, pull
a you on you, yeah
But I ain't even gone
trip, not even a little bit
I'm about to do what I do and
run it back, come talk to me
I can get all my you
shit. I can get all my
I can get all my. I can get
all my. I can do what you did.
I can put you in my shoes.
I could've did you dirty.
I could've dropped the 38
on you, and swerve it yeah.
I can get all my own shit
- Damn!
Why in the fuck
haven't I heard from
this Candy bitch about my dope?
Fuck. Let me call
fucking Keisha.
Bet she can tell me something.
She can tell me
fucking something.
Cause this bitch know I
don't fucking play no games.
(dial tone)
- [Keisha] Hello, what's up Jay
baby? What can I do for you?
- Keisha. What's up baby?
Have you seen this Candy
bitch around anywhere?
- Nah, I ain't
seen her no where.
- Look, I need you
to do me a favor.
I need you to find
any information
on this bitch whereabouts,
- [Jay] and location and
get back with me ASAP.
Can you handle that?
- Yeah I can do that for you.
- You can't let her know that
it's me knowing. alright?
- Alright. I got you.
- You know daddy
take care of you.
- [Keisha] alright.
- Yeah.
Bitch know she can't get away
from Jay. My fucking city man.
Hey let's go.
- Hello Jay.
I don't know where this bitch at
but I did find out her
best friend name Alicia.
She be over there at
that landing spot.
Heard she had a black car.
- Black car, Alicia?
Shit, say no more. That's all
the information that I need.
You know how I love you baby?
I'll send you something.
- [Keisha] alright,
love you too I got you.
- alright. Hey lets roll.
When I walk up out the
house I get that Draco
If I'm mobbing in my
car, I talk to Draco
Bitch you flying at the
mouth. Go see this Draco
I said this Draco
- Black car. Black car. Bingo.
- Aye Jay. Jay, Jay-Jay. You
got something I can hold man?
- The fuck wrong with
you? You seen Alicia?
- No.
- Get the fuck outta here then.
- Jay, I just want
something to hold bro.
- Don't you ever in your
fucking life touch me again.
You bugged? Do you hear me?
Get your ass outta here
and get that shit off
your lip or something.
- Jay bro I just want
something to hold.
Bro you got something?
- I swear to god TJ you know
what type of cat I am. Right?
- alright, alright.
- You know that right?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Alright then look take this,
take this and get the fuck
up outta here alright.
And if I get to hear you
fucking around I'ma blow
your fucking brains out TJ.
Black car.
(keys jingle)
- Who the fuck are you, and
why the fuck are you in my car?
- Where the fuck is Candy?
- I don't know no fucking
Candy. Who the fuck are you?
- I ask the questions, not you.
Now where the fuck is Candy?
- I don't know no fucking
Candy. Get your ass out my car.
- Bitch you better tell me
an address or something.
Now where the fuck is Candy?
- I don't know no Candy.
- I swear to god
this shit is serious.
- I'll stick it right
to your fucking head,
full of bullets if
you don't tell me
where the fuck
Candy is, right now.
- Please don't shoot me.
I don't know no Candy.
- You know Candy. You
gone have to tell me.
I'ma get the address.
You think I playing?
You fucking think
I'm playing? Huh!
Tell me where Candy is now!
- Why you didn't ask one of
Candy's tricks or something?
I'm not her fucking keeper.
I don't know where
the fuck Candy is.
- Tell Candy that I'm looking
for her and I want my shit!
Or next time you think
you gone lie to Jay.
You'll be taking a fucking
bullet for your friend.
- Okay nigga damn. Ain't
nobody lying to you.
Get your ass out my car!
- Stupid bitch.
(scary music)
- Candy better answer
this motherfucking phone.
Bitch fuck that code!
Jay is looking for your ass he
just put a gun up to my head.
You my bitch now, but I'm
not taking no bullet for you.
You need to call him ASAP.
Bitch it don't matter
how he know we friends.
Motherfucker the streets talk.
And he know that I know you
and he's looking for your ass.
So you need to call him.
- Swift, what up B?
- Cram what it do.
What you trying to do?
You tryna get some studio
time? Same time as usual?
- Yep, yep, yep.
But I got a lot of shit
on my mind too bro.
I need to be in
this bitch all day.
But look, I figured since I
been spending money with you
for about the last month,
you'll front me for
the couple hundred
this time bro.
- 200. What the fuck is 200?
I can't do nothing.
This a business nigga.
This aint no motherfucking
charity case.
Where the fuck is the money man?
- Damn bro you gonna
talk to me like that,
nigga I been spending money
with you all fucking month.
- Nigga. Now you for real.
This ain't friendship.
This business. Fuck
is wrong with you?
Nigga I got paying
clients coming right now.
- Give me my shit man.
That's right when I come
back I'ma own this bitch.
- Fuck all that bro.
You just gotta roll bro.
- What's wrong baby?
- Everything. Like what?
It can't be that bad
that you can't fix it.
You know you can talk to me.
- No it's worse than bad.
- What the fuck you do?
- I can't tell you.
Man before you get
to talking that shit,
I'm finna fix this shit.
- Here we go with this shit.
Tell me what the
going on with you now.
- Man, I started
hustling a little more.
Man listen before you get
the saying all that shit,
I was hustling a little more.
Man I quit that
motherfucking tire shop shit.
- Cram!
- Yeah! Man that shit
was slowing me down.
Man fuck Mr. Terry.
How you think I was able to
buy you all that fly shit?
And then pay the
whole fucking rent up
for a whole year.
Man, come on man.
Stop man bitching man.
- I can't believe you
would quit your damn job.
You right though.
You made sure you
paid the rent off,
and gave me some fly new shit.
But you need to call Mr. Terry
and ask him for
your job back Cram.
- I am. I'm finna go up there.
Hey, thank you for
understanding right?
- You're welcome.
- Damn bro I don't think I can
do it here man. (indistinct)
What's up Mr. Terry?
- What you want Cram? I'm busy.
- Aye man, I just wanna
try to get my job back man.
I been going through some shit.
I been, I know I've
been outta pocket man.
I been going through
shit with my girl.
It's just, everything
just crashing down man.
Lemme just come back
to work Mr. Terry.
- Cram. You so full of shit
nigga you need 2 ass holes.
I'm just letting you know.
And if it wasn't for your daddy.
Me and him going
way back in the day,
I'd tell you get the
fuck out my face nigga.
But that's the only reason why
I'm letting you step foot back
in this motherfucking shop.
- Thank you.
- But I'ma tell you something
about y'all young niggas man.
It's all about loyalty man.
You ain't loyal to me
cause you don't even
take this job seriously.
- Yes, yes I do. Yes I do.
- No you don't.
- Yes I do.
- But then when the streets get
hot, and your hustle get low
here you come back
begging with them
extra husky ass bitches
on. Man pull your pants up.
- Yes sir.
- I'm telling you Cram, you
keep riding these streets
you gonna be running for your
life when its a bad nigga.
Hard head make a soft ass.
- I understand Mr.
Terry. Thank you.
- Now go on and get back to work
before these motherfuckers
think I done got soft.
I ain't soft by far.
God damn! These niggas been
raising my blood pressure up.
- Damn Mr. Terry let
you back in here?
- Yep.
- Good to see you bro.
- Good to see you too.
I shole don't need
to be in this bitch.
- I feel that.
- [Mr. Terry] Man y'all get
y'all asses back to work.
God damn.
- Welcome back to the
same old bullshit.
- Same old Mr.
Terry. Same old shit.
(Mr. Terry yelling)
- I told you I was
get your fucking ass.
(Jay and Alicia struggling)
- Now what you go do is take
me to fucking Candy right now,
or I'ma blow your
fucking brains out.
- Please don't kill me! No!
- See. See.
(loud scream)
See how easy that was? Now
take me to fucking Candy.
And hurry the fuck up!
(door slam)
I don't give a fuck
what you tell her.
Just tell her you on the way
to get me in the fucking house.
Do you hear me? Now!
(ominous music)
- Hey girl. Hey, I was
in the neighborhood.
I just wanted you
to see my new shoes
that I just got from the mall.
- Okay girl come on through.
And you better had got me some.
- Yeah girl. Okay I'll
be there in a second.
- Now shut the
fuck up and drive.
- Please don't do
nothing to my girl.
- Shut the fuck up and drive!
- You're such a
hard headed bitch.
(Jay mumbling)
(Knocking on door)
- Candy girl it's
me. Open the door.
- [Candy] Hey girl
what's going on?
- Candy girl I'm so sorry.
- [Candy] What the fuck!
- Well, well, well. Ms. Candy.
- What's up baby.
- Jay.
- Have you been avoiding me?
- Jay. It's nothing like that.
- That's what it look like.
- Jay it's nothing like that.
- Where's my dope?
- I don't have nothing Jay.
- I'ma ask you one more
motherfucking time,
before I blow your
fucking brains out.
- [Alicia] Don't hurt her!
- Where's my dope?
- I don't have it.
I don't have it.
- You better shut the fuck
up. Right fucking now.
Give me 2 seconds
why I shouldn't
blow your fucking
brains out right now.
- Listen, listen Jay.
Your boy Cram took it.
- You lying deceitful ass bitch!
- I'm not lying.
- You go lie to me about
my nigga taking my dope?
- Your nigga took the dope!
I seen him, bag
full. You see me!
- I'ma check into it. But
if I find out you lying,
I'ma come back and I'ma
kill you and that bitch.
- [Candy] Are you okay?
- Yeah help her fix
her fucking eye.
- I can't believe this
shit. What the fuck I'ma do?
My god. Ugh.
What the fuck I'ma do? Girl!
He looking for me.
Jay looking for me.
I gotta fix this shit. I
gotta fix. it I gotta fix it!
Shit is crazy! Fuck!
- I'm out of here.
- Okay babe. Have
a good day at work.
- alright.
- See you later.
- alright.
(door slams)
(cars driving)
- Excuse me, miss thang!
Damn you sexy as hell!
- Can I introduce myself?
Before I do, do you have a man?
- Yeah I got a man.
- Like to take good
care of you too.
- Yeah he do.
He just got me this
expensive necklace I got on.
- Oh I see. What he do?
- He work at a tire shop.
- Tire shop? So
that's all it take.
A tire shop job to take care
of a sexy as woman like you?
- I mean he hustle a
little bit here and there.
- Oh okay, okay.
Well I don't want
to take up your day.
I'ma let you enjoy your
day. It was nice meeting.
- Sure.
- Hope I see you again.
- You too.
(door slams)
- God damn Cram, huh?
I'ma get his ass though.
Think he slick. I'ma get
his ass one way or another.
I'm go get, his ass!
Get his motherfucking ass.
(engine starting)
I'ma keep it gangster,
I'ma keep it gangster
Money 'round women when
I serve that's gangster
I'ma keep it gangster,
I'ma keep it gangster
Four, five, whips for the
summer that's gangster
I'ma keep it gangster,
I'ma keep it gangster
- Damn that motherfucking clean.
That's how I'ma roll soon
as my career take of bro.
- You got some big dreams.
You aint never go
get a car like that.
Working at an old
tire shop like this.
Man I'm just being honest.
- [Cram] How can
I help you boss?
- Hey Papi. Can I get
someone to look at my rear.
Think my tires losing air.
If it has a leak,
change it to my spare.
- Pop the trunk boss.
Don't call me boss.
Call me Hakim.
- Okay.
- Do me a favor.
You close my trunk.
Don't slam it. Press the button.
- alright.
- Is there somewhere where
I can get something to eat?
- Yeah go down there,
right there to the left.
They got the best chips.
Soon as you go down
there, turn left.
- Right down here?
- You go see it its
the first building.
- Yep.
- Thank you.
- alright.
Hard boys, snub nose
My adversaries talking
bout touching me
My baby mom said she
ain't got trust in me
I swear the god yo, my
blood is watching me
And it's fucking with
me, all this fuckery
I'm still eating,
it aint no suffering
I'm always loaded
up, why you buffering
You supposed to be loving
me but you cutting me
And its fucking with
me, all this fuckery
Speed on before
you get beat on
Cause you been caught in a
spot that you don't belong
I know you fuck boys,
you want to buck at me
Throw some slugs at me,
leave with the fuckery
You got the right to bear
arms, so call me octopus
(Inaudible dialogue)
I be on money shit. That
grimy shit that greedy shit
I be on the block, when its
locked tryna be the bitch
I be posted up, on my
spot moving keys and shit
I'd rather die on my feet
than live on knees, you bitch.
And when you're
sleeping with dogs
You gone catch fleas and shit
She tried to stick
her hand in my cash,
So I beat the bitch
RIP Big Bay and free Big Ron
Don't ride for drama
hard boys phenomenal
You bitch
My adversaries talking
bout touching me
My baby mom said she
ain't got trust in me
I swear the god yo, my
blood is watching me
And it's fucking with
me, all this fuckery
I'm still eating,
it aint no suffering
I'm always loaded up,
while you buffering
You supposed to be loving
me but you cutting me
And its fucking with
me, all this fuckery
I see the look in your eyes
and that shit stuck with me
Stabbing me in my
back it aint no option
Heavy weight, with no rocks in
But I simply move
in these streets
Aint got nothing to
prove in these beats
I'm a beast nigga, hustle
nigga we getting guap
Money make it won't never stop
Hit the block and
we set up shop
And we boom out, champions
get the broom out
We stronger then we fall, you
ain't on clear the room out
We blacking out, hood
spots we packing out
Too late nigga, no backing out
Sell that hoe or we can sack
it out, straight trappin' out
Now that's OG, for all
the hustlers that know me
Deep in this shit since '03
(inaudible dialogue)
- All good. Thank you very much.
- [Cram] Send us
some business boss
- Pleasure brother.
[Chris] Damn that's
a nice ass car.
- Maybe one day. Man fuck a
dream I'ma have to do this shit.
- Damn, that car was
nice as hell too.
- Yeah, it was
clean. But fuck that.
I'm about to make this
shit a reality nigga.
- There you go again man.
Do all that shit talking.
- Look nigga, I'm about to blow.
You wanna be a part of this shit
come by my house lets
get our work nigga.
I got something for you.
- alright.
- Hey Tonya, come here.
- What's up babe?
- Ohh wait! I can have all this?
- Man stop being greedy.
- Damn.
- I need you leave for a minute.
You can go buy you something.
- When can I get more?
- It's always about
the money ain't it?
- It's always about
the money Big Dog.
- Just take that.
Don't be there all day.
I'm finna take care
of some business.
You ain't gotta count
that on me. Damn.
- Thank you baby.
- Hurry up.
- I'ma be back later. Come
back with some sexy shit.
See you later babe.
(knocking on door)
- Who is it?
- [Chris] Hey it's
Chris, Cram open up man.
- Come on in.
- What's up G you feeling good?
- Yeah.
- The fuck is all this shit?
- Nigga shut up and listen.
This shit here bouta
change our fuckin' lives.
But I ain't got the
call for all this.
That's why I called
you. Is you in?
- Hell yeah I'm in!
Man we finna sell this
shit so damn quick.
You know what I got the
perfect nigga to call too.
But he don't trust
people like that.
So you gone have to
let me handle that shit
on the deal side.
But, we can sell this
shit real quick too.
How much you think all
this shit worth though?
- We talking illegal.
1.2 million nigga.
That's like 30 bricks.
- 1.2 million.
- Yeah. Make the call.
Make it do what it do.
I got you, I got you.
Hold up. Hold up.
Hey what up cuz? Yeah man, yeah.
Hey look man there's a white
girl I want you to meet bro.
Yeah. Man she about 25. Man
pure as snow G you already know.
Alright say less. I'm
on the way. alright.
Alright G, I'ma go meet
up with him right quick.
- Aye. Make sure you
take care of business.
- I got this.
- Don't go for no
fool game shit bro.
- alright. I got
this dude. Trust me.
- It's my shit bro.
- I got you. This our shit.
But I got you.
Got you, trust me.
It's go be all good from here G.
I'ma call you. I'ma call you
when I get back, alright?
Or I'ma call you when I finish.
I'ma be out the way though.
- Stay dangerous
nigga, stay safe.
- alright G, you too.
- alright.
- I'ma be back.
(suitcase rolling)
(knocking on door)
- What's up?
- You alright cuz?
- Yeah, you got it
looking like that?
- Tryna be discreet my nigga.
(inaudible dialogue)
- The fuck. The fuck is that?
- Man it's that white.
It's a white girl.
- Let me see that bitch then.
- Come on.
- The fuck. How a nigga like
you, get dope like this?
- It's my partner man.
Don't worry bout it.
- Nigga pass me that
knife over there.
- Damn G. You just
got this shit ready?
- Hell yeah nigga. You
know how I get down.
Awe hell yeah. I
tell you what though.
This shit better not
come back to me nigga
or that's your
motherfucking ass.
- G you ain't gotta
worry bout that shit bro.
This shit good man. Trust me.
- Yes sir. This what
I've been looking to see.
- Yeah, now get this shit and
get the up outta here nigga.
I got business to handle.
- That's how you go handle
your damn cousin bro?
- Yeah. Business
before anything.
- Man, whatever bro.
- I tell you what though.
This shit better
not come back nigga.
- It's gone be
good bro. Trust me.
- Alright nigga.
- I'ma holla at you
though. Be safe.
- Call me nigga.
- alright I got you.
- This shit crazier
than a motherfucker.
Where my phone? I need
to make some connects.
God damn. Shit,
it's a lot of coke.
- Call Cram right quick.
Let him know shit done with.
- [Cram] What's up thug.
- Man what's up
G? It's done man.
- [Cram] Damn nigga,
that was fast.
I thought you was
a lame ass hell.
- Nah nigga.
Man I used to do this shit
all the time growing up bro.
You know I used to do
this shit with my pops,
before he got killed.
He got killed sitting
there trying to,
one of his homeboys got
jealous of him and his work,
dropped that nigga real quick.
But after that, I kind of
just did this shit on my own.
You know what I'm saying?
I went and got this money.
Took the money that I had,
just started working over
there at the tire shop.
- Damn Chris you
ain't lame after all.
- You funny nigga.
I'm finna be on my way with
the money though, alright?
- alright cuz.
- alright G, see you soon.
(knocking at door)
- Whoa. My main man.
- What's up G? You alright?
- Oh yeah.
- Good, good.
- Glad to see you.
- I got the money order G.
Say look at this shit. Bam!
- The fuck I'm talking about.
That's what I'm talking about.
- Yeah. What you go do
with all that cash though?
- Man look, I'm about to
make something happen.
Look Chris, stay
low, stay low key.
Man don't go out running
your motherfucking mouth bro.
Keep taking your
head to work bro.
- Man. Nigga you act like you
stole a dope or something.
Speaking of that shit though.
Who you get that
shit from anyways.
- Man fuck where it came
from. That's old news.
All you need to
know is we got paid.
Hey but on another note.
Was your connect straight.
Did they ask you any question?
- Awe no, he ain't
really ask me much man.
You know he was just
trying to make sure that
the dope that I
gave wasn't dirty.
But I assured him it was
clean though. We straight.
- Good deed dude.
- Got you, got you.
- Get your red head
ass out of here bro.
- Nigga whatever.
Take my damn money.
- Alright Charlie Brown.
- alright, peace out bro.
- Go to work nigga.
- Ooh! Fuck these folks off!
Awe I'm finna fuck
these folks off.
- Swift what up nigga?
- Fine. What it do?
What you got going bro?
- I told when I come back. I
was go buy this bitch didn't I?
- You gone buy
this motherfucker.
- I'ma buy the studio man.
- You mean you gonna
buy this motherfucker?
- Nah, I'm just bull shitting.
I know you work hard
for your little studio.
- Aye consider
this my rental fee.
I can record when I need to.
- Oh. Okay, okay.
- We good?
- Yeah we good. We
definitely good.
- Alright. Say less.
- We good, we good.
- Aye, you Cram man?
- Yeah, yeah what up with you?
- Can I get your signature?
- Awe yeah. For sure.
Appreciate this big dog
- Thank you. Thank you.
- Cram is that you?
- Yeah me what?
- Damn don't be like that.
I just wanted to speak.
From what I heard
they call you Big Dog?
- Yeah, I'm the Big Dog
around this like motherfucker.
Man mater fact I ain't
fucking with you right now.
Number 1 you my girls friend.
Number 2 man last time I
tried to fuck with you,
you ditched me. So fuck you.
- Cram. Let me
make it up to you.
Sometimes I can be
an arrogant bitch.
- Make it up like hoW?
- Follow me and I'll show you.
I promise I'll make
it worth your while.
- Yeah, alright.
- Oh Big Dog. I been
wanting some of that
Big Dog meat since
I first saw you.
- That right? You ready for it?
- Yeah I am.
- I'ma knock your back out.
- Shit stop talking
and do it then nigga.
(sex sounds)
- Call me Big Dog.
- Yes Big Dog.
(sex sounds)
Damn I see why Tonya
is so bad for you.
- Aye look don't brin her
name up right now man.
Matter fact. This shit
here between me and you.
Nobody don't need to hear
about this shit here period.
You feel me?
- Oh I feel you.
- Matter fact I
gotta bounce though.
- alright, you know where
I live. You got me anytime.
- There go my man.
What's up baby?
- What's up love.
- You ain't miss me?
- Yeah but.
- No you didn't.
- What's up?
- What's up with you? Why
acting tired and shit.
- I just wanna chill.
- Fuck you mean you wanna chill?
- I wanna chill.
- Chill for what?
I bet not find you were
fucking with another bitch.
- Man ain't nobody fucking
with no damn bitch.
- Oh yeah. You must've
forgot I know you nigga.
The Cram I know don't
turn down this good pussy.
You a fucking liar.
- I just wanna chill.
- You just wanna chill.
- Damn!
- Fuck you! You go wish
you had some of this shit.
- I don't feel
like bull shitting.
- Whatever. Fuck you!
All the time I'm thinking
bout, gettin' it everyday
Nigga I'ma dog
next to hood hoes
Yeah they love me and
they praise a nigga
Like the coins do
(car slowly revving)
- God Damn.
It's hard the open the
door, this futuristic shit.
Papi! What's going on
Papi? Migo. You got my...
- What's up
- What's going on? What's up?
- Aye man.
- God damn.
- Watch who you talking to.
- God damn, ugly ass nigga.
- You wanna mess with me?
Hot dog walking looking
ass nigga. What the fuck!
- This nigga look like
he drink the juice
out the iron and shit man.
I'm just out here
in the cold waiting.
Give me my shit man. God damn.
Lil' pants ass nigga.
- Fucking niggas!
- What the fuck?
- Stole my fucking bricks!
- Hold on, hold on, hold on.
- You talk too much
shut the fuck up.
- Hold on, lemme' tie
my shoe first bro.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
(loud gunshot)
- You shot that
nigga all over me.
- Just clean this shit up.
Put you in your
motherfucking spot.
- Help a nigga man.
- Get your ass up.
- Bitch you better
(speaks in foreign language)
- God damn.
- I got this.
(suspenseful music)
- Come in.
- [Miguel] How you
doing my friend?
- May I help you sir?
- I would like to
know the 2 guys
just worked on my vehicle,
a couple days ago.
They here?
- Oh no sir. You're talking
bout' Chris and Cram.
Matter fact, both of them
motherfuckers called in today.
I'ma fire both
them motherfuckers.
Ain't neither one here today.
- Look my friend, I
would like to give them
something to show my
gratitude for there services.
- Okay.
- Can I give it to
them personally? When
will they be here?
- You can give it to
me if you want to.
- No. No, no, no. I need
to give it to them myself.
I would like to
show my gratitude.
- Okay, well they'll
probably be in tomorrow.
Check back tomorrow. I'm
pretty sure they will.
They better be.
- Tomorrow?
- Yes sir. They better be.
- Thank you my friend.
- They'll be be back
tomorrow. alright sir.
- Good evening.
- alright, same to you.
- (tires turning)
- [Cram] Yo.
- What's poppin'?
- How you doing nigga?
- What you got going on?
- Come on nigga, lets get to it.
- Awe yeah, you know I
had to come up here nigga.
Shit. I ain't got shit else
to do. Fuck you got going on?
- Yeah I do like the um
- Oh yeah. What you think
about them (indistinct)
- I fuck with them.
I fuck with them bro.
Let me get this right
quick. Let me get this.
Hello?
(group chattering)
- What? Man that's bullshit,
I already told you what's up.
I'm at the studio. Right.
- Oh Crim.
- Yo. What up bro?
- What's happening?
- You know what it is.
- Always.
- I'ma be there til' I
get done at the studio.
Stop bullshitting.
(group chattering)
- alright. Fuck.
Oh Stacey ass! What's up baby?
Man at the studio. Come and
see me. Got something for you.
Say no more. alright.
- Cram get your ass off the
phone and get in here bro.
Lets get this joint going.
- You know how these women be.
She just called trying
to check up on me
see when I'm coming
to the house bro.
- We see you checked in.
- Man come on bro, it
aint like that bro.
(loud laughter)
Man y'all got me fucked up.
Bro. Let's get back to this bro.
Let's get back to
what we was doing bro.
- Nothing wrong with a check-in.
- Oh okay then.
(loud laughter)
- It's over.
- Yeah. Hide the adlibs
sometimes, just gotta let it,
- Just let it flow
- Yeah.
(loud laughter)
- I fuck with it.
- I fuck with it nigga for real.
- Oh no. That's that real life.
- Straight up.
- Shit, this is real life.
What you talking bout'?
- I mean real life! Real life!
- This is real life.
(loud laughter)
- You know what I mean.
- You lookin'
stealth in them pants
and I see that you can dance.
Move that body like you
working in a shaker understand?
Got me thinking bout' banging
and I know I can't do it
but for now I'm only drinking
everything you don't presume.
- Bro.
- What's going on bro?
- What's up with you?
- Good man. What you got going?
- Same ole', same
ole'. What about you?
- Just coming up
here to holler at you
bout' your boy Chris man.
- What's up with him?
- I seen the boy at the mall
man, got all types of shit.
- Get the fuck outta here bro.
I'm tellin' you man,
y'all doing it like that
at the Tire shop. I
need to be up there.
- Man we ain't making no
motherfucking money like
that at the Tire shop.
Bro don't pay that
shit no mind bro.
Bro probably fucking
with some random bitch.
Got some income tax. Some
scamming shit going on bro.
Pay that shit no mind bro.
- Bro you crazier
then a motherfucker.
But look, aye you
need to tell your boy.
These niggas out here is
hungry bro. They gone get him.
- Man say no more. I
appreciate you telling me.
I'm finna hit his
ass up right now.
- Alright, no problem.
- Hello.
Chris. Bro come to
the studio ASAP.
Bro I need to holla at you ASAP.
Alright.
- [Chris] Aye What up Cram
G? What you need homie?
- Aye nigga, what the
fuck you been doing?
Nigga just came here and told
me you stunting and shit.
Bro I told you to lay low bro.
- G. I got all this
fucking bread and
you tell me a nigga
can't spend his own cash?
What kind of shit is that?
- Look homie, I'm
just telling you dog,
you need to chill the fuck out.
Man don't need no
nosey motherfuckers
in our business bro.
- Nigga I'm chill as hell.
Look chill as fuck bro.
- Man get your chilled as
the fuck up outta here bro.
I got something important
finna go on bro.
- Damn G, you always
fucking hating.
- And lame ass shit.
- I got all this cash. I
can't fucking spend my shit.
What kinda shit is this?
- You go get shit fucked up.
- Nigga ain't shit gone happen.
- [Cram] Man Stacey,
we don't need to be
doing this shit bro.
- If you won't
tell. I won't tell.
- Yo ass crazy man.
- Shit. That's my middle name.
- We gone see.
- Oh Cram. I can't
get enough of you.
Oh your big dick feels good.
- What the fuck y'all doing?
- Tonya! No!
- Bitch you got me fucked up!
- Babe. Babe. Babe.
- Im'a kill the both
you motherfuckers.
- Come on baby, it
ain't like that.
- Get the fuck on!
- No!
- Aint neither one of y'all
worth me going to jail for.
Y'all can have it. Fuck! Bitch!
- Tonya no!
- Yeah bitch. Cry hoe.
Y'all can have each other.
- No.
- Shut your bitch ass up hoe.
Cram! Don't come back to
my motherfucking house.
Done with your
motherfucking ass! Fuck!
- Tonya!
- Cram. I'm so sorry.
- Leave bro. Get the
fuck up out of here man.
- What!
- You need to roll.
(loud crying)
- I can't believe this.
- Shit man!
- Fuck!
- She can't get no
fucking verse on.
(knock on door)
- Come in.
I'll be damned.
Chris I know you ain't walking
your ass up in here man
like everything is all straight.
And everything all gravy
man. The fuck you want?
- Mr. Terry, will you
please give me my job back?
Look I had a lot of family
stuff going on. Right.
You know I had like family
stuff and all the stuff in the
streets right now. You
know what I'm saying?
Like me and my money
right now is going low.
I didn't realize how I
lucky I was. You know how,
how good I had it when I was
up here. You know what I mean?
Like I'm realizing that now.
Could you please
give me my job back?
I'm, I'm begging you right now.
Please let me get my job back.
- Well look man.
The only reason why I'm
letting you come back,
is cause' I let that
sorry ass Cram come back.
But I'ma tell you something.
Whatever this fuck shit
y'all got going on,
the shit ain't right.
It ain't no good.
Whatever the fuck y'all doing.
My senses tell me
the shit fucked up.
So, I'ma let you come back but
you fuck up one more
time I'ma fire your ass.
- It ain't gone happen again.
- But when I fire your you
ass you ain't coming back.
- I got you. I got you.
I promise you ain't gone...
- I don't believe that
shit man. Well go on.
- You gone see. I promise you.
I'm finna go sweep right now.
Right now I'm finna go sweep.
- Well get the big broom. Not
the little broom. God damn it.
- That's all we got,
the little broom.
- Shit. I don't know what
these niggas got going on.
- Cram. I been trying to
get a hold of your ass man.
Why you look like you just lost
your best friend or something?
- What you want man? I ain't
in the mood for this shit.
- Look man, I just
came by to tell you,
I went back to work at
that fucking hell hole.
- Don't tell me your a dumb
ass fucked up all your money?
- Man you guessed
that shit right G.
I had to even go beg Mr.
Terry for my job back man.
On top of that shit, I
spent all my fucking cash.
- You a dumb ass nigga bro.
- Nigga. Fuck you. Alright.
Why this shit look like you been
staying in your damn studio?
See, what your ass
should've done G.
Should've listened to me man.
You should've invested your
money, got your own building,
got started, had your
own studio and shit.
But instead, your ass over
here worried bout' my cash.
- Nigga Tonya kicked me out bro.
- Damn, for real! What you do?
- Man been fucking Stacey.
She walked in Stacey
riding my dick.
- See G, that's
your problem man.
I told your ass bro.
You should've stopped
fucking with these hoes.
I get it Stacey fine and all.
But you need to stop fucking
with these hoes man. For real.
Damn.
- Yeah.
- One day you gone
listen to my ass too.
I'm finna roll out though G.
- You up out nigga.
- Alright G. Stay dangerous.
- Trying to get
Tonya on the phone.
This shit driving me crazy bruh.
- Alright.
- I like this. Okay.
- What's up girl!
- Girl, Hey!
- What's up!
- I'm so glad you here.
- I know, I'm so
glad you called me.
- I needed some retail therapy
after that shit Cram did to me.
- I heard about that bullshit.
What's the fucking sense?
- This bitch then
fucked my nigga.
- That's why I'm telling you,
you can't trust these
hoes around your life.
- You already know
I should've never
trusted that bitch
any motherfucking way.
- And she was never your
friend anyway. I told you.
You wanna come up here and
trust these females. It's cool.
- I miss that nigga
though. I ain't go lie.
- Hey, how you ladies doing?
- Hey.
- How y'all doing?
- Good how you doing?
- Tonya right?
- That's right.
- Met you the other day.
Tire shop boyfriend.
(soft laughing)
- You need a nigga
like that. You hear me?
- Girl.
- Fuck a Cram. Cram who?
- I knew I'd see you again.
I knew I'd see you again.
I just wanted to give you
that, which is my number.
Tell you to use that. This
Tire Boy looking gummy.
- She gonna call you.
- Damn bitch. Dropped
the niggas number
- If she don't I will.
- Girl!
- That what you need. Cause'
Cram ain't hitting no nothing.
You need you a new
nigga in your life.
- That's still my nigga now.
- Girl.
- I miss my man.
Let's get back to
shopping. God damn.
- Exactly.
- I'ma call that
nigga tonight though.
- Find me some shit to wear,
in order to see
that nigga actually.
- Cram doing him. Might
as well call this nigga.
Call him. The fuck.
Fucking on my homegirl.
Let's see what the
fuck this nigga doing.
(phone ringing)
Damn.
- [Jay] Hello.
- Hey Jay. This Tonya,
I'm tryna invite you over
to sip some wine with me.
- [Jay] Is this who
I think this is?
- I ain't know he was
expecting but, this Tonya bro.
- [Jay] Oh shit yeah. I been
waiting on this the whole time.
- You make me
laugh. I like that.
Gone pull up. I got
some shit we can sip on.
- [Jay] Say less. On my way now.
- I'll see you soon boo.
- [Jay] Sure will.
- Get myself some
shit real quick.
(knocking on door)
- Oh its gotta be Jay.
What's up baby.
- What's up sexy?
- Come in, make
yourself at home.
- Okay, thank you.
- Damn. So where's Tire Boy.
- Fuck him.
This nigga then fucking cheated
on me with my best friend.
I broke up with that nigga.
- What?
- Yo, I just called you so
you can keep me some company.
Man I'm tryna keep
my man out my eyes.
- That nigga cheated on
a fine ass girl like you.
Shit. I bet you don't
even think about his ass.
- Hold on, lets drink this
wine. Actually, fuck that wine.
- Fuck that wine. I'm
glad you called me over.
- I'm finna grab it so
we can go to the bedroom.
- Shit let's go.
- Let's go.
- This wine got me feeling good.
- Take this shit off.
- I don't fuck on
the first night.
- You need to be cause you bouta
get some real
nigga dick tonight.
- Give me that real
nigga dick then.
- Your nigga a damn fool
for leaving you like that.
- Oh I ain't, oh.
(sexual moans)
- I hope I ain't making
no fucking mistake.
Oh. I hope I ain't
making no mistake.
- Ain't shit a mistake
about Jay baby.
You like that don't you?
- I love that shit. Fuck Cram.
Damn that shit was good.
- That was good. Huh?
- That shit was too good. It's
more where that come from.
Like this.
- The fuck you doing?
- Shut the fuck up. Yeah.
Now call Cram. Get that
nigga on the phone.
- He gone fuck you up, when
he find out you got me nigga.
- Bitch shut up and call.
- Fuck you. Fuck
you talking bout.
- You must wanna fucking die.
- Cram go fuck you up nigga!
- You wanna fucking die!
- He gone fuck you up!
I'm calling him, move!
Babe come help me!
- Get the fuck out the way!
What's up nigga.
- [Cram] Who the fuck is this?
- Don't worry bout
who the fuck this is.
I told you nigga I don't
like disloyal ass niggas!
- Cram help!
- Shut the fuck up.
- [Cram] Jay man, Jay man.
Look this between me and you.
- Cram come help me!
- Nah, nigga I gave you a
motherfucking job to do,
and you couldn't get it done.
Just like the nigga I paid
you to kill. You disloyal.
So if you want this bitch
back, you gone do what I say.
I'll send you the location.
- Why you doing this?
- Look shut the fuck up
and put some clothes on.
- I ain't got shit
to do with this!
- Put your fucking clothes on.
- Damn!
- I don't give a
fuck! You watch...
- I ain't got shit to
do with you and Cram.
- If you don't put
your fucking clothes on
right now you gonna die.
He gone find you here.
(inaudible arguing)
- So if he wants you, he
gone bring me my dope.
Or he gone bring my 5...
- When Cram find out what you
doing, he gone fuck you up!
- Get the fuck out of here.
- I'm putting my
clothes on nigga!
- Let's go!
- Nigga gone fuck you up.
- Shut the fuck up.
We bouta see how much he
really care about your ass.
- Let me go! Damn, let me go!
- Cram go fuck you up when
he find out you got me.
- Speaking of Cram bitch.
- Jay. Jay. Jay.
Man I'm sorry man.
Keep Tonya out this.
This shit between us.
Man I got greedy.
Man I fucked up.
- Nigga I don't give a fuck!
You want this bitch
back, you gone give me my
motherfucking dope or
$500,000 all in cash!
- Cram help me!
- It wasn't even
no $500,000 man.
- Comes with interest nigga!
- Bro what you want me
to do? I ain't got it?
- Fuck you!
- Look I don't give a fuck
how you figure it out.
Just figure it out
if you want to see
this bitch alive again.
- Cram help me. Cram!
- You better shut the fuck
up. He'll find you dead.
- Hello? Hello?
Shit man! The fuck I done done.
I gotta get my bitch back bro.
- Stacey! Oh I'm
so glad to see you.
Please help me bitch please.
Oh I'm so fucked.
What the fuck you doing?
- Tonya I'm sorry
but I work for Jay.
- Oh my fucking god. You
ain't fucking sorry bitch!
You ain't nothing but
a trifling ass hoe.
- If I'm trifling.
Your nigga trifling,
cause he had his dick
all up in this pussy.
- Oh! Bitch!
- And he loved every bit of it.
- When I get loose I'ma
beat your motherfucking ass!
- You lucky I ain't loose.
- Get comfortable boo boo.
Cause you ain't going
no where no time soon.
- My nigga finna
come fuck y'all up.
- I should probably call,
(indistinct)
- Move bitch! I'ma snatch
your motherfucking wig back!
When my nigga get
here! Jay fuck you!
- [Jay] Bitch.
- My nigga go come.
Cram. Cram please come!
(mysterious music)
- [Chris] Hey Cram, what's up?
- Man Chris I need
your help man.
Come by the house right now bro.
- [Chris] Yeah G, what's wrong?
- Man I'll explain to
you when you get here
come on right now bro.
- [Chris] Alright
G. I'm on my way.
(knock on door)
- What's up G? What's
up man? What's going on?
- Man Tonya been kidnapped bro.
- By who?
- Man a nigga named Jay.
- Whoa. A nigga named Jay?
- Yeah dog.
- Damn G. Hold on, hold on.
What he want with Tonya though?
- To get back at me.
- For what? What you do?
- I did a job for the nigga.
I went and took some dope. But
it was some money in there.
I end up getting the money,
but he had a bitch named
Candy in the bathroom,
I just remember she was
in that motherfucker.
She seen me leave bro.
- Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn G.
You know the fucking
situation we in now?
- Nigga you act like he
after you or something.
- G. Jay is my cousin.
- What?
- That's the nigga I
sold the damn bricks to.
- Oh. This shit
worse than worse.
Then this nigga, he asking
for a certain amount of money.
My money low.
- Oh shit. Hold on,
hold on, hold on..
Let me ask you something.
Where did you get those bricks?
Shit, I might as
well go on tell you.
You remember Hispanic dude
when he came to the
shop in the Benz.
- Yeah what about him?
- Shit, he had
bricks in the trunk.
When I went in the spare.
When you went in the back.
- Cram. Please,
please, please, please
tell me you did not steal
bricks from this nigga.
Then I went and took the same
bricks and took them to Jay.
- Something like that bro.
You know how fucked up this is?
What if that Mexican nigga
go in the back of his trunk.
Look in his damn car see
that we stole his bricks.
- Man stop worrying so much.
Nigga if the Mexican
would've knew.
Man he'd have been
pulled up on Mr. Terry.
Mr. Terry would've been said
something bout' it by now bro.
- If you say so G.
But what we gone do?
You and me still
have to go get Tonya.
Because I can't be seen
with you if Jay is there.
- Bro I just need
you to find out
where he got my bitch at bro.
That's it bro. Just find
out where she at bro.
- Alright G, I got you. We
in some real shit right now.
Alright G, I'ma go ahead
and call him real quick,
see what's going on.
Shit.
- Put it on speaker.
I'll put it on speaker but
you gotta keep your cool.
- Put it on speaker.
(phone ringing)
- What's up young nigga?
- Aye, what's up cuz?
Man I was finna come through
and come slide through
and see how you was doing.
- No the fuck you wasn't.
I already got something
going on you nigga.
- What you got going on?
(Jay inaudible yelling)
- That nigga Cram owe me
money, so I got his bitch!
- Word! Where, where she at?
- I got the bitch
at the trap house
being run by one of my hoes.
- Oh, well damn G, I see
you got on your plate
so I'ma just holla at
you the next time then.
- Yeah, bye.
- Alright.
We know where she at.
- Aye, we gotta make plans.
We need to go over
there and get her
and then just vent. Simple.
- G. This shit is not as
easy as you making it sound.
- Man stop acting
like a bitch bro.
- Man, whatever G.
We do, we can do this shit now
but just know Jay's
ass is fucking crazy.
- Man fuck Jay. Lets go get her.
- Damn.
The door this way G.
(engine starts)
- Going to get your girl man.
- Shit
(indistinct)
- I don't like this G.
- It is what it is.
- Aye. Shut the fuck
up! All that hollering.
- Fuck you!
- Look, I'm about to go and see
if this nigga got my
motherfucking money.
If he don't you gone get a call.
Put bullet in that bitch head.
- I got you.
- Stacey you don't
gotta do this girl.
Let me go. We grew up
together. Let me free, please!
- Just consider this payback,
for all the years I was
your little fucking shadow.
- Shadow?
- Bitch you had
all baller niggas!
They bought you
designer clothes.
- I can get you that.
- Thousand dollar hand bags.
- I can get you that!
- A nigga wouldn't give
me the time of day.
But here it is.
Little ole' me got some
of your baller ass nigga.
- Oh bitch! You better
hope I don't get loose.
I'ma smack the fucking
wig off you bitch!
- Bitch you move,
and I'ma put a bullet
in your pretty little temple.
In fact, that's
just what I'ma do.
Close your motherfucking eyes!
- I ain't closing shit.
If you go shoot me
bitch you better have your
eyes open, ugly ass bitch!
- Say less.
- I'll take it.
- Cram! I'm so glad to see
you baby. Let me, oh daddy.
Let me go. Fuck.
- I'm sorry.
- Hey look, aye you gotta
go to your mama's house
'til I can find this Jay nigga.
- No!
- Hey look you gotta go to your
mama house Tonya, you gotta.
Need to get this Jay nigga
under control. Come on bro.
- Alright let's roll.
- Take care of my nigga please.
Cram I don't want
you in these streets!
- [Chris] He gone be
alright, I got his back.
- Better have his back.
(loud bass music)
- You want me to
drop you off now?
I'ma come back alittle later.
(loud bass music)
- Man fuck you.
(loud bass music)
- Fuck you.
- Hide over in the back
on the side of house.
I'll be over there. alright?
- So what you go do?
Bring the nigga out.
Then want me to jump
out with the strap?
- Yeah.
- Alright.
- Do that. Try and have
a little conversation.
Just try to play the shit off.
Make it seem like
ain't shit going on.
See it happening. And then you
just come out when you ready.
- Alright.
(loud bass music)
- Where the fuck
is this nigga man?
Look while we waiting on
this nigga, little ashy baby.
Go around there and pick
up that money. TT, TaTa.
What ever the fuck
that nigga name is.
- If that nigga ain't got
it. Lotion that niggas ass.
Sick of playing
with these niggas.
- Say no more.
- And make it snappy man.
We got all the motherfucking
business to happen.
- Okay.
- This nigga here man.
Fuck with time man.
Fuck! Always your
fucking kinfolk.
- Aye what up Jay.
Nigga stop playing.
- Whoa! The fuck bro!
- What man?
- 5 minutes bro.
- Nigga it's 5 minutes.
- I don't give a fuck!
5 minutes is my
motherfucking money, nigga.
And you know that shit!
You always calling me nigga,
you don't be wanting to
- Nigga will you
calm down man, damn.
- What the fuck do you want bro?
- Nigga you shut the
fuck up I'll tell.
But I need to talk to you man.
- You talking, but you aint
talking nothing but shit.
- Say no more and
fucking move nigga
- Are you fucking
serious? The fuck! Nigga?
Are you serious nigga.
- I'm dead
motherfucking serious.
- 1 motherfucking call,
and that bitch is dead.
- And that bitch ain't
gone do shit nigga.
That hoe a goner
nigga. Now what.
- What the fuck is this
nigga talking about?
The fuck is this
nigga talking about?
- Aye look man, I'm sorry G!
(indistinct arguing)
(gunshot cracks)
- Fuck! Cram you
just saved my life.
- You know you owe me.
Man come on, come on.
- Fuck man.
Aye look man, I'm
gone get outta here.
Don't call me for
shit else. Alright?
- Yeah, I'm finna go
home to my bitch nigga.
- Fuck man.
(tense music)
- Chris you always
standing around man.
Get the broom and sweep up.
Dust something. Do something.
- Mr. Terry, why you always
coming over here fussing?
- God Damn!
- You stay bugging me, damn.
- You know what?
I'll fire your ass
for insubordination.
Keep playing with me
- You ain't gone fire nobody.
- I'ma fire the shit out
your motherfucking ass.
- And who gone work here?
(Mr. Terry mumbling)
- [Chris] Ain't shit to do,
we aint got nothing going on.
- [Mr. Terry] Leaned up
against the building, god damn.
- [Chris] What you
want me do right now?
Ain't nothing we gotta do.
- [Mr. Terry] Man you
can dust something man.
- [Chris] The whole fucking
building need a new,
just get a new building.
- [Mr. Terry] Well, well, well.
Look what the cat then drug
in. Must be feeling right.
- Good to see you too Mr. Terry.
- What up Cram
- What up Chris.
- You alright?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Hey Tonya.
- Hi Chris and thank you.
- [Mr. Terry] The hell
she thanking you for?
- I went over there and fixed
something in they house.
- [Mr. Terry] So
now you fixing shit?
You don't fix a motherfucking
thing around here.
Can't put toilet paper in the
bathroom. Mines balled up.
- [Chris] Why don't you fix
something. Get a new room.
- God damn!
- I see ain't shit changed
around here. Same old Mr. Terry.
- [Chris] Same one. Old ass.
- Aye, me and
Tonya bouta bounce.
We just cause' we was in
the neighborhood Big Dog.
- Alright, y'all be safe.
- Alright.
- Mr. Terry, come get
this baby ass broom.
- Yo, Nico. I need you and
Ripp to look out for these 2.
I sent you a message. They
stole from me. I need them gone.
Anyone close to them, gone.
They work at the Tire
shop over on 2nd.
By the way, no
fucking witnesses.
- Chris.
You know I'm glad to see
Cram doing well, and you too.
Truth be told, y'all like
the sons I never had.
I know, I talk a lot shit
and I can be rough on y'all.
Just know that I care.
- Yeah, we definitely
know you can be rough,
hard ass nails over here.
- Yeah you need to learn
how to sweep the damn floor.
- See there you go.
- I'm sorry.
- You was doing good just
then. You had a good moment.
- Yeah.
- Way to ruin it.
- Only thing you
do is stand around,
looking like Chico DeBarge
before he got on dope.
- Man.
(wind whistling)
(dark music)
- Hey. Evan.
- What's good?
- Nothing.
- I followed 1 of
them home home.
It ain't the big one.
It's the little one.
(soft chattering)
- Did you take care of him?
Gotta make him disappear.
Aye Papi, make him disappear.
- I got you. Say less homie.
- Mama
- Hey boo.
- What's going on with you?
- Ain't shit, ain't
shit. Check this out.
- What's up?
- I need you to (indistinct)
get him there. How much
to take care of it?
- You can gimme a couple
hundred baby, I got you.
- It's a lot more
where that comes from.
I'll see you in alittle
bit. I appreciate you.
- Mhm.
(indistinct chattering)
- I got you. Thank
you big daddy.
- Take care of that for me.
- Hit me up.
I got you.
- Hey Cram, this Mike.
- Hello.
- Cram.
- This is Mike.
- Mike? Mike, Mike
who? What's going on?
- Hey man, it's Mike from
Showdown Records man.
How you doing?
- Alright. What's popping?
What's up with you?
- Ah man I just
wanted you to know man
we've been following
you for a while, man.
Watching your social media.
And we want to sign
you to our label.
- Word? Shit what I need to do?
- Man all you got to do is
come down to my office man.
3 o'clock today.
- Say no more. I'm
there. Say no more.
- Alright, I'll
see you then man.
- Alright.
Man I knew I was finna
make it! I knew it!
- Hey, don't I know you babe.
- Nah baby, you don't know me.
- I don't care,
what's your name?
- I'm Chris. You
look kinda cute baby.
- Thank you baby. You
don't look bad yourself.
- Hold, hold on now baby.
Don't go to far you ain't
go be able to hold this.
- I tryna show you a good time.
- Okay.
Why don't we go ahead and
get in the backseat of
this car right and
you show me? Come on.
Alright than baby. How I get...
- You so fine.
- Oh Im'a fuck the shit out you.
- We closed sir.
How may I help you?
- Man fuck all that. Where
that big nigga that work here?
- Big nigga? You
talking about Cram?
- Yeah, I guess. The big nigga.
- He ain't come to work
today. What you want with him?
- Look man, don't worry
about what the fuck I want.
That ain't your concern?
- Ain't my concern?
Nigga you come up in
my place of business.
Asking, demanding
where this nigga at.
So I'ma make it
my concern nigga.
What the fuck.
(gunshot cracks)
- Talk to me like
I'm a fucking bitch.
Last of your concern.
- Bitch get up greedy nigga.
- Man.
(2 gun shots)
- Hey Mr. Terry, Mr. Terry.
Shit. Mr. Terry? Mr. Terry?
- Take care of that?
- Nah, that big
nigga wasn't here.
But I shot that other
motherfucker though.
- The fuck you shoot
the other nigga for?
- Mr. Terry, the owner.
Motherfucker talk too much bro.
- That wasn't my
motherfucking orders!
(gun shot cracks)
- Follow orders
next time, nigga.
- Fuck! These niggas
then killed Mr. Fuck!
- I thought I killed you.
- You thought
wrong motherfucker.
(gun shots fire)
- Fuck you man!
Shit! Fuck you man!
(dark music)
I know she belongs
to the streets
I know that bitch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
But faking, but
bitch came for me
I know that bitch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
I know she belongs
to the streets
I know that bitch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
But faking, but
bitch came for me
I know that bitch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
I know she belongs
to the streets
I know that bitch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
But faking, but
bitch came for me
I know that bitch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
I know she belongs
to the streets
I know that bitch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
But faking, but
bitch came for me
I know that bitch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
Yo, I met her one
day I was mobbing
Pushing through traffic, I
think I was running a charge
(cars revving)
- [Tonya] Somebodies
at the door.
(door bell ringing)
- Girl Shay!
- Hey.
- What's up, come on in.
What you been on?
- Girl you know.
Chasing the bag man.
Where my brother Cram at?
- Girl he back there.
I'm finna go get him.
Cram! Baby it's somebody
here to see you.
- Come on down here. Come
down here. Who is it?
- It's Shay.
- Damn! Money! I
see what's going on.
Alright. What's up with it?
- My dog. You alright?
- Look like money
every time I see you!
- Man stop playing.
- You know we waiting on you.
Us small folks waiting
on you in the hood.
- Come on. I am the
hood. What's up with you?
What's on your mind Shay?
- What's up?
- I really
(indistinct)
some salty chips.
- Oh, cool.
- Okay.
- You want something to drink?
- Yeah, bring me a beer powder.
- We ain't got no drink.
We ain't got no beers.
We got something
else to drink though.
- Bring me whatever
you got. We all good.
- What you got going?
What's up with you?
What's on you mind?
- Yeah for real though,
the word on street man is,
supposed to be some
Hispanic niggas like.
- Get the fuck outta hear.
- Man real.
They talking about
doing something to
you and your family.
So I had to come tell you.
Cause' I know you
ain't been told.
- When you heard this, today?
- Man, nah it been going on.
(Shay mumbling)
I had to go and get my feet wet
and come on and holler at you.
- Wow. Good looking out man.
- I think you need
to text too man
y'all probably need to take a
trip for a couple days cause.
Or something, cause
it's gone get ugly.
- Damn, it's like that?
- Man it's like that bro.
- I got it. Don't even trip man.
I appreciate you. Good
looking out. I appreciate you.
I got this. I got
this Shay. I got this.
- Alright man.
- Come on man, I got this. I
got this, good looking out man.
- You don't need this do you?
- Come on man, that
little ass gun.
(loud laughter)
(dark music)
- Nico!
(foreign language)
- I guess I have to do
the job all by myself.
(door slams)
- Heard they call you Big Dog?
- Yeah, what's it to you?
- What's it to me?
You stole my
fucking drugs nigga.
- Boy you got me fucked up.
Nigga I ain't stole shit.
- Oh I got you fucked up?
The only thing you got
fucked up is yourself punto.
- Look bro, I don't know what
the fuck you talking about.
Otherwise you can get that
gun. You gone do something.
Shoot it. Otherwise I
got somewhere to be.
- Oh! Mr. Big Dog.
Little Ms. Fancy.
I want my fucking drugs
you stole outta my trunk.
- Look bro, I don't
know what the fuck
you talking about bro.
(gunshot cracks)
(gunshots sounding)
- Take that fuck nigga.
Damn, Tonya! Damn!
Aye somebody call the ambulance.
Tonya come on. Shit!
Somebody call the ambulance!
(upbeat credit music)