Legend Has It (2025) Movie Script
(funky music playing)
(electronic music playing)
(fire crackling)
(flames roaring)
Ring around the Rosie
Think the Devil chose me
Ring around the Rosie
They don't know the old me
(ominous piano music playing)
Hey, look!
We're going to go in
here, run their asses out,
and we're going to burn their asses.
That's true. That's true.
This is the last night motherfucking night.
Let's get them out there.
Let's get their ass out there!
Burn that ass up!
Let's burn that ass!
Let's go! Burn!
(everyone shouting)
[Everyone] Burn the witches!
Burn the witches!
Burn those witches!
Burn them witches!
Burn those witches!
Burn those witches!
Burn them witches!
Burn those witches!
Burn those witches!
Burn those witches!
(garage door rattling)
(witches screaming)
(crowd shouting)
Let's go!
Let's go!
Oh, you're the ring leader, huh?
Yeah, it is!
You're the ring leader, huh?
Bet it is!
Oh, yeah?
We're going to burn your ass!
We're going to burn your ass!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
[Crowd] Burn those witches!
- Burn those witches!
- No!
[Crowd] Burn those witches!
Burn those witches!
Burn those witches!
Burn the witches!
Burn the witches!
Burn them!
Burn the witches!
Burn them!
(crowd chanting together)
I've been waiting for this a long time!
Y'all won't cast no nother spell out here,
ya funky-ass bitches!
(witches screaming)
Think the Devil chose me
Ring around the Rosie
They don't know the old me
(Woman screaming)
(Flames engulfing)
I found them, Mama!
I found them, Mama!
We going to kill all these country niggas
and all these dusty bitches, Mama.
I found them; Trust me.
We gonna get them all, Mama.
I'm gonna get them all!
You showed me where the hell they was too.
You was right, Mama.
You was right.
I'm going to get them, just for you, Mama.
Just for you, Mama.
What's up country-niggas?
The fuck you talking about, nigga?
We city to city, nigga.
Y'all heard about that body
that got pulled out of the grave?
(Legend member) Yeah, that shit crazy, bro!
That was my mama, yo.
(multiple group members) Damn!
Sorry to hear about that.
Y'all be safe out here.
Alright, niggas.
Yeah, Mama, those them
country motherfuckers.
I feel you; I feel you, Mama.
Fellas, fellas, fellas!
(group mumbling)
What do you have for me?
Huh?
Look at this!
Oh, no! Look at you!
You got something now!
Now, get up out of here!
Get up out of here!
Calm down, bro!
What you got?
Hey, bro!
Get the fuck on, nigga!
Hey, look!
Hey, look!
Hey!
Don't you got something
better to do around here
than fucking with us?
Bitch-ass!
Better me than the
police, you little bitch!
Goddamn!
If y'all want me to keep
things cool around here,
while y'all sling y'all little shit,
you gonna pay what you play, baby!
Get off me, you gun!
Don't fucking touch me, yo!
(Jay) What the fuck happened to you, bro?
You used to be cool!
Now he's a greedy motherfucker!
Shut the fuck up
before I tell Brick-house
your whole operation!
Wow.
He been on you for years anyway!
Man, fuck you!
Hey, check it out.
I'm the real hustler
around this motherfucker!
Check it out!
You ain't shit!
Okay.
Motherfucker.
I'll tell you what?
You right, I ain't shit.
So I ain't shit, all y'all give me a $100!
All of you!
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, ocho!
Pay me, pronto!
Fuck, no's!
Well, I ain't got no $100 for you.
Well, yo ass better find it,
or your ass is going to jail tonight!
Man, this pussy-ass nigga!
Hmm?
Man, you lucky we need you,
because you really be pushing it.
Mm.
And you disrespectful, yo.
Ooh!
You need to just do your job!
We don't need to hear
about no police or detects,
coming over here talking about no drugs
or drug activity, nigga.
Hmm! Instruction.
You need to make this
the safest environment ever.
Oh, ooh!
- Yo!
- Nigga.
Yo, man, fuck all this shit!
I say we beat the shit out this nigga
and we deal with the
motherfucking detective.
I agree with Jay, because you know what?
Don't forget who the fuck paying who
around this motherfucker.
Nigga, you the motherfucking help!
Yep!
- You understand?
- Yep!
And I'm a help your ass down 17th Street,
if you don't kick that motherfucking bread!
Nigga, fuck? Whatever!
You're fucking dirty, bitch, man!
Run it!
- Run it!
- Goofy!
Pussy-ass, running your fucking mouth!
- Ooh!
- Fuck that shit!
Gentlemen! Gentlemen!
- You're so generous!
- Fuck him up.
Come back to me.
Ooh, yeah, I, okay!
Gentlemen, gentlemen, you're so kind!
You're so kind!
You're so kind!
Okay! Okay!
You gotta be quicker than that!
Okay, okay!
All right, all right!
I'll hit you on the next round.
Get the fuck out of here, man!
Thank you, sir!
I owe you!
Gentlemen! Gentlemen!
It's been a pleasure.
Until next time.
Get the fuck out of here!
Go blow your fucking whistle or something!
You neighborhood watch motherfucker!
Yep, and I'm going to go
watch your sister right now,
you sum a bitch!
Fucking dirty!
Look, man, look.
I gotta go pick the wife up anyway.
All right; Let's do it.
All right, y'all.
- Bye, big dog.
- Love. Love, love.
Love you, bro.
Drive safe, for real.
All right. For sure, for sure.
Nigga, I'm about to
get out of here myself.
It's slow out here anyway.
Plus, wifey, yeah,
she just hit me talking about
the food bag and the shit.
All right, bro.
All right, my niggas.
Love, gang!
All love, baby.
All right.
My bitch fussing anyway.
She thinks I'm out here
motherfucking cheating!
All right, bro.
Love.
Damn!
Look like I'm the only motherfucker
ain't out here getting fucked with tonight!
Shit, me neither, nigga!
What you mean?
Man, hold on.
Man, ain't this about a bitch?
Hello?
I ain't doing shit, Mama.
I'm out here chilling with the gang.
Trying to pick us a paper.
Yeah.
What?
All right, man.
Okay, okay, okay, okay!
All right, all right, all right!
Damn!
There they go; Right there!
Told you so!
(legends laughing)
This nigga about to be in the doghouse!
Hey, nigga, you
better go handle that shit!
Man, fuck y'all boys, man!
Y'all like fucking with niggas too much!
Damn!
You coming in with me?
Oh, I guess.
Come on then.
Hey, bro, you got some change on you?
I sure do not.
All right, country-ass nigga!
Mama, dust that
country-ass nigga right there.
I'm gonna get his ass, Mama.
That's that country-ass nigga.
What's up, fellas?
Trilla?
The fuck you doing around here?
I didn't know you got high?
[Trilla] Nigga, I don't!
So, then what the fuck
you doing over here?
Yeah, because just ain't no
reason you hanging around.
I don't trust him.
Yeah, you've gotta fucking go, bro.
Nigga, this my motherfucking hood, nigga!
Really, no the fuck it
isn't, but you gotta go.
Get the fuck out of here, man!
Nigga, you got three seconds!
Hey, bro!
Bro, get the fuck on, nigga!
You didn't hear when bro say it?
We ain't go no scenes.
We ain't got no blunts.
We ain't got no weed.
We got nothing for you, nigga.
Get the fuck on!
Look, bro.
I'm tired of you keep coming around here
on some begging-ass shit, man.
Get the fuck on out of here!
I don't want this shit around here, bro.
No what I'm talking about?
[Trilla] So, y'all country-ass niggas
trying to carry me up.
I'm gonna carry your
little ass on my shoulder,
if you don't get the fuck on!
All you doing is making it harder!
Don't worry!
Y'all niggas going to
fucking wait through it,
and y'all dusty-ass bitches.
Dusty-ass!
(group yelling)
The fuck, nigga?
The fuck, nigga?
[Mother Witch] Avenge.
Me.
Avenge.
Me.
Dusty bitches!
Bring them to me, so I
can bring them to you!
Country nigga, dusty bitches!
Bring them to me, so I
can bring them to you!
Country nigga, dusty bitches!
Bring them to me, so I
can bring them to you!
Country nigga, dusty bitches!
Bring them to me, so I
can bring them to you!
Country nigga, dusty bitches!
Bring them to me, so I
can bring them to you!
Country nigga, dusty bitches!
Bring them to me, so I
can bring them to you!
Country nigga, dusty bitches!
Bring them to me, so I
can bring them to you!
Rise, my nigga, rise!
(intense low growling) Rise, my nigga!
Rise!
And kill them all. (Growling continues)
Hey, y'all!
I feel like going out.
Y'all want to go out tonight
and have a ladies night?
Oh, hell yeah!
Let's go to Bellos!
Yes, that would be nice!
Let's have a ladies night!
[Wife] I definitely need to get out
and have a drink!
Yes! Absolutely!
Let's go.
Okay, pa-pi!
Let's go and show me that money!
Let's go!
Trying to go make it rain on these hoes!
Steak, give me $100.
$100?
Make it $150.
$150?
I ain't got no goddamn...
Just, just.
What the?
Hmm, let me get that $1000 though.
This is financially irresponsible.
(females speaking excitedly)
Get some wine.
She needs some money!
I do.
Let's go.
[Wife] I need some more.
Thank you!
Oh no, I need some more.
I need some more.
Damn!
Thank you, baby.
Man, ain't that some? Hold on.
(dog barking)
Here I go.
I don't know what the hell
went wrong with that nigga!
(dog barking)
Hey, country nigga!
Didn't I tell you I'm gonna
kill you and that dusty bitch?
Nigga, what?
(dog continues barking)
Yo baby, what the fuck Trilla was doing
pulling up on us anyway?
Yo, I do not fucking
know, but I swear to God,
when this nigga called me a bitch,
I was ready to fuck him up.
I swear.
Now, that nigga did go to
far with that bitch-shit anyway!
Absolutely!
Hey, yo, what the fuck?
Country nigga, didn't I
tell you I was going to kill you
and that loudmouth, dusty bitch?
Yo, what? Babe, what?
(ominous violin music playing)
Oh, my God, babe!
Yo, what the fuck?
This nigga was right here, baby!
I know!
I just saw this nigga!
I freaked out!
Like, what?
What the fuck, nigga?
(TV Voices blaring)
[Wife] You wanna
finish watching the movie?
Yeah, we can finish.
Okay.
So, what was up with the little guy though?
I don't know.
I don't trust him, to be honest.
I swear I don't.
Yeah, he was looking a little off.
I don't trust him either.
And then he come over
there running his fucking mouth.
He's ready to get his ass whooped!
That shit great.
- I need to use the bath...
- Oh, shit.
I need to use the bathroom though.
Okay.
- Can you pause it?
- Want me to pause?
Yeah.
All right.
(ominous music playing)
The fuck?
(faucet running)
No the fuck I didn't
just see what I just saw!
Country nigga, I'm gonna
kill you and that dusty bitch.
(music intensifying)
I'm gonna get them.
I'm gonna get them, Mama.
Oh, my God, this shit was so crazy!
Y'all okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
I don't know.
I guess I'm okay.
Hell, no, I am not okay!
But you know what?
I'm gonna go in here,
try to have a good time,
forget all about it.
I don't even wanna mess up the mood.
Let's go.
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Do you like that
Yeah, yeah, tell me do you like that
Like that, like that
Do you like that
Yeah, yeah, tell me do you like that
Like that, like that, like that
Do you like that
Yeah, yeah, tell me do you like that
Like that, like that
Do you like that
Yeah, yeah, tell me do you like that
Moonlight, sundress, tell her say less
For the time of your
life, right here, be the best
Gucci frames with them
tears, part of the flex
All of them commas
be a part of my checks
With them big-ass titties,
she can say it with her chest
Long hair, pretty
skin, tell me what's next
Stared in my eyes,
said I'd never be your ex
This love too real, yo,
I'm better than the rest
Man saying he's a passion for fashion
Fantastic sex like uh A
No stick for it, automatic,
Just all new and perfect, she get it
[Mother Witch] Trouble.
Trouble.
Go, go for real
She look me in my
face and said remember
Did y'all have fun tonight?
(group agreeing)
I sure did have fun, all
out spending pa-pi coins!
That's right!
I got my own money, because
I wasn't gonna spend his!
That's right!
That's what I'm talking about!
(girls chattering) (creepy whooshing)
(paranormal tones playing)
I need to get in my bed.
Yes, me too.
Girl, what the fuck is that?
(demon snarling)
(women screaming)
(car honking) (car alarm blaring)
(women continue screaming)
Y'all, tonight was so good.
[Female Passenger] Yes, it was so good!
Did you see that dude trying to talk to us?
(women screaming)
(car alarm continues blaring)
(fumes spraying) (women continue screaming)
(ominous piano music playing)
(demon growling)
[Mother Witch] Kill!
I'm looking for all country
niggas and dusty bitches.
[Mother Witch] Kill!
I already know what's going on, Mama.
You just got to point me in the right way.
Yo, little man!
Hey!
It's past your curfew, ain't it?
One thing about it, Montel Williams,
I'm a grown-ass, fucking man!
Your talk-host ass going away from them
like them other country-ass niggas!
What the fuck you say to me?
Huh?
What the fuck you say to me?
What the fuck you do?
What the fuck?
(paranormal whispering)
Oh, shit.
Goddamn!
(phone ringing)
(cellphone vibrating)
Yo!
What's good, bro?
What up, bro?
Is Neisha over at y'all crib?
Hell, nah, bro!
I was getting ready to call you.
To see if Keisha over there,
that bitch on the couch,
asleep, drunk, or some shit.
Neisha didn't come home either.
Uh-huh.
And she ain't pick up the phone.
Man, I done called her
ass about 20 times, bro.
Meet me around the way.
All right, bet.
You Bet.
All right.
Motherfuckers ain't shit.
The fuck is wrong with y'all, man?
Nigga, you ain't hear?
They ain't come home last night, man.
[Brody] One, nigga!
Damn!
It's one, nigga.
My boy ain't come
home last night either, bro.
Two!
Fuck!
Wife-y didn't either, bro.
Three!
Ain't answer the
goddamn phone or nothing!
[Brody] Three!
My girl didn't come home either!
But that's all right, she'll come home,
or her shit gonna be outside.
Nigga!
I think they's some top-notch niggas
done took our bitches, bro.
Son, I'm in the same boat!
I'm in the same boat, son!
Where she at?
Where she at, son, is
where she better stay.
I'm just saying, we don't
need that shit right now.
Yo, yo, fuck all that!
I'm with boss!
Man, these bitches done took our money,
and ran off with some other niggas, man.
[Brody] I'm sick of this shit!
Man, what you think, bro?
Yo, yo, yo, yo!
Y'all need to look at this.
Yo, yo, what it is?
What you go, Ty?
What you got, bro?
You gotta see it for yourself, bro.
Nigga!
Down the street from
the nightclub Bellos.
Homicide is not sure
who or what attacked them,
but they all have been
found dead on the scene.
Those suspect names are
LaKeisha Love, Shamieka Love,
Lakeisha Anderson,
Tiffany Bell, Crystal Porter,
Tiana Chaney, Chanel
Dabney, and Talana Harris.
Local police will put
everything that they can
into this case, and to solving
and seeing what happens next.
Please stay tuned for further details,
and our prayers are with the families
that have been involved.
[Everyone] Oh, hell nah, bro!
Fuck them!
Bro!
I literally cannot believe this shit, bro!
Niggas done killed my old lady, man!
Keep your head up, big bro.
I honestly don't think it was no niggas.
There's some weird shit going around here,
and I'm about to get the fuck out of here
before it get dark.
Yo, Ty!
You always dipping on your bros, yo!
What's good?
Yo, legend has it, old
witch who died 30 years ago,
seeking revenge.
Like, her spirit out here
working or some shit,
through her son.
And we all know who her son is.
The only safe place is at home.
All right, bro.
Hey, man.
What the fuck we supposed to do now?
Bro, I'm gonna think
about some shit, bro.
I'm a come up with something, man.
We can't just sit here be
sad and upset and do nothing.
No, bro.
I'm a make some shit shake, bro.
I know, bro, man; I know.
Hey, look, I'm going
to meet Ace real quick,
get my bread, and get him right real quick.
All right, bro.
You know what?
I know these girls, man.
Seen them before?
Yeah.
I think they married to
them born legend boys, man.
But you know what?
That got me wondering
if this is gang related now.
Well, maybe we should go question them.
Word on the street,
they're over there at
Fairfield court hustling now.
Fairfield court?
All kinds of shit.
Shit, if we going over
there, we need some backup!
All right.
Yeah, because you know that Mr. Butler,
he's always got something
suspicious going on.
Always.
- Yeah.
- Sick as hell too.
All right, let's get up out of here.
Man, shit, them niggas taking forever!
I know, man.
Shit, I was really waiting on them niggas
to go to the store.
I got to go pick up some
things; I'm running low.
I'll take you, bro.
You sure?
Hell, yeah!
Shit, that's love, man!
You already know.
Shit, let's dip!
Let's roll!
Yo, what up, Nigga?
What's up?
What up, O-G?
What's happening, my niggas?
What's going on?
Fucked up right now, bro.
And I'm hurt, bro!
Yeah, bro, I seen it on the news, bro.
My condolences.
[Man in Green Jersey]
Yeah, I appreciate that, bro.
Yeah, that shit crazy, man.
But let's hurry up and do this,
I got a shorty-girl I'm waiting on.
I'm trying to spin her,
bend her, and go up in her
before something happen to her too!
You definitely gotta
get up out of here though.
You know I won't be out here after dark.
[Man in Green Jersey] True.
All right, man.
All right?
All right.
All right, fam.
Hell yeah, I got to stay
dangerous out of this bitch!
Man, that shit's crazy out here!
I told you that shit, bro!
For real, bro!
I told you that shit, man.
Yes.
Oh, shit!
What the fuck is that?
Man, I don't know!
You ready to scrap?
Man, I left that shit at the trap, bro!
Oh, shit! What the?
(demon growling)
Fuck!
(demon growling)
Kill him, my nigga!
Kill him, my nigga!
That's what you were made for!
Mama, we got another one!
(demon intensely snarling)
Damn, I miss my bitch, yo!
Bro, nigga, I know, bro,
but we gotta hold it together out here
until we figure out what's going on.
You right, bro.
But, shit, shit hurts man!
It's got me fucked up.
I miss her, man.
It's crazy, man.
(demon snarling)
What the fuck is that?
The fuck is what?
[Both] Oh, shit!
(demon aggressively growling)
(men screaming)
(demon continues growling)
Yeah.
Are you serious, man?
All right.
(engine revving)
All right, captain.
We'll be in route.
(Brick-house sighing)
Just got a phone call with the captain.
Two more bodies found
at Fairfield Court, man.
This is crazy.
Guess I'm gonna call for backup.
We gotta move.
Yeah.
(engine revving)
Who in the hell do they
think they are, man?
(intense music playing)
(officers chattering)
So, what's up?
What's our situation out here, guys?
I see the way you looking at us.
Yeah?
I hope y'all come to do
some real police work
instead of looking pretty.
What you talking about, Brick-house?
Look, bro.
Y'all are the only two
homicide investigators I know
come out here wearing
jewelry and stuff, bro.
We're coming to fight crime!
You see us, don't you?
Y'all come to look pretty
and try to catch women, man!
I'm not hearing him.
[Brick-house] I know!
Do y'all not hear me?
I'm not hearing him.
First of all, you sound
like a complete hater.
[Brick-house] What?
Don't worry about none of that shit.
Let's focus on the situation now.
All right, well, let's go ahead
and get rid of all that hating bullshit.
So, my honest opinion,
I'm pretty sure this shit
is some supernatural shit going on,
and you need to start paying attention.
Supernatural?
Supernatural.
Do you hear this fucking guy?
Oh, you've been smoking that shit, huh?
What the fuck you call us for?
We ain't Ghostbusters!
Well, I hope you got
their fucking numbers!
I hope you got they number!
They sent y'all to help us!
You are assisting us!
[Officer with Hat]
No, we are taking over!
We would rather have a refund!
Y'all can go and do your
little modeling stuff, okay?
We'd rather have a refund!
We'll take a couple of rookies!
Let's do this.
Y'all go ahead and
walk back up the catwalk.
The fake-ass police!
And let us go do real work.
Hancock and Brick-house.
[Brick-house] You ain't gotta believe it!
These fucking guys!
[Brick-house] If y'all don't
wanna do real crime work...
Fucking superhero right here.
Real crime work?
Real crime work, huh?
[Hancock] And carry
your ass all up the road!
You call yourself doing real crime work?
[Brick-house] Been
doing it for years, buddy.
His name is Brick-house
and he's doing real crime work.
And his name is Hancock.
And he's doing real crime work.
They're fake-ass police!
Get the fuck out of here!
Let them fight crime.
We gonna go shit on them!
Time to work!
Right, let's go!
Y'all go do y'all thing!
Let the real officers do the real work.
Police! Open up!
Ah, deep in there!
Mr. Butler!
We meet again.
All of them together!
What you want, bro?
Well, first of all, smile!
You're on camera.
Smile!
Second of all, we are
here right now because
all these bodies popping up in the city,
they're somehow
linked to, what you call it?
4 Legend Mafia?
[Brody] Are you serious?
Nigga, those our fucking wives!
[Jay] And our closest niggas!
They all family!
The hell are y'all doing around here?
We ain't saying, or trying
to say 100% that y'all done it,
but we trying to get to the bottom of it!
Bullshit!
I believe they did it!
Look at all that stuff
you got right here on...
What's his name? Mr. Butler?
What?
Unsolved murders.
Street crimes.
Drug dealings.
The list goes on and on like that.
[Brick-House] But you
know what the problem is?
[Hancock] Still ain't
been able to grab his ass!
What's the problem?
[Brick-house] Can't never
get enough to catch his ass!
Man.
You got the wrong man, bro.
It's some real creepy,
spiritual, supernatural shit
going on, right here.
Nigga, we just trying to
stay alive, you feel me?
Look, cut the bullshit out!
Are you behind the murders or what?
Bro!
If you looking for the serial killer,
carry your ass to the graveyard,
go ask one of them spirits,
or one of them dead
motherfuckers around there!
[Hancock] So, y'all not
playing about that ghost shit,
is y'all?
Fuck no, we ain't playing, bro!
Look, I ain't sign up for this shit, man!
Look!
What the hell you getting me into, man?
Relax, relax,
I don't believe in none
of what he's saying.
Look, we're here just
trying to solve the murders
and try to make the
streets safe again, man.
We're here because
everyone has a direct tie to you.
Listen, bro.
We not the hunters this time, bro.
We the prey!
You get what I'm saying?
He said prey! (Officers chuckling)
Look, bro!
Don't y'all motherfuckers
supposed to be protecting
or serving some shit?
Protecting and serving?
Protecting and serving.
Ain't that some shit.
I'm trying.
It's a time for us right now.
Yeah, 100%.
We've gotta get some better avenues.
Looks like they been serving enough shit
around here already.
Look, look.
Guys, lets go.
This guy!
Yeah, don't worry about it.
And he gonna fly under the radar again.
I'll catch up to you in the car.
Let's just go.
[Hancock] We'll see you!
We'll see you!
I'll be back.
All right, motherfucker.
(door slamming)
This is Stacy, reporting
live in the East Inn,
where police have discovered
two more dead bodies.
Young males, shot in their vehicles,
on the corner of
Mechanic's-vill and Fairfield.
Please stay tuned with
us for further updates.
[Morel] This is Morel O'Neil,
Channel 8 Legacy News,
and we are here in Fairfield Court,
and there seems to have been a homicide.
Two black males have been found dead.
The police have no leads, and as you know,
around here sometimes
it's hard to find witnesses,
but we will give you further
updates as we get them,
and we'll give you all the
information that you need.
(phone ringing)
Yep!
[Ty] Hey, true.
I just seen they found Mike
and Payne dead on the news.
You can't be serious, bro?
[Ty] No, I'm dead-ass!
Y'all gotta get out here.
Quick!
All right, bro, I appreciate you.
[Ty] All right, bro.
What's wrong?
That was Ty, bro.
Mike and Payne dead too, bro.
Get the fuck out of here.
Bro!
We gotta get the fuck out here, man!
Like, now!
Y'all my niggas though.
Man, I keep saying, bro,
we gotta get the fuck out of town, bro!
Bro! Look!
Look, look, look!
Everybody already fucking dead, man!
Let's just go!
Let's get the fuck out of here!
Look, I got a plan, bro, look.
Go to the trap.
Grab the money bag, bro.
Go to the stash spot, grab
the rest of the work, bro.
Okay.
I be doing some research
on the fucking, little nigga.
He got an aunt that live
out in fucking Amelia, right?
Mm.
Bro, me and you go out
there and chop it up with her,
and see what the fuck
we can find out, all right?
Bet.
Everybody, look, we
meet back here at 2:00 a.m.
We got to get the money.
We get the information.
We get the fuck out here.
You feel what I'm saying?
Bet.
Love, bro.
Love.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right, man.
Come on, bro; Let's roll, bro.
God!
Lord.
Ah!
That's crazy.
Hey, guys! Come here!
Y'all know this makes 12 bodies
connected to Mr. Butler, right?
That's a big number.
Yeah.
- That's a big number.
- 12.
But, you know what?
That might be enough to work
and bring him down to the station.
Apply a little pressure on his ass.
Shit, good luck!
I already told you he's skipping town.
I doubt you gonna find him!
Shit, we might as well
be doing the same shit!
I mean, if he's gonna
knock off his own people,
nigga's probably scared too!
Shit!
Nah.
There's gotta be a way to
where we can track his ass
down before we ever see him again.
That's a good idea.
- That's a good idea.
- Man.
I feel it in my soul, bro.
I feel it in my soul, he's connected.
I just can't tie this shit together, man.
He's got to be.
So, let's see if his car
is still around the way.
If so, I'll put a tracker on it.
That way we have his
location wherever he go.
Good fucking idea!
Great idea!
But we gotta do it now though,
because we should be smart.
We've gotta move now.
He ain't gonna hang around long.
I got you.
Let's go.
Yo! Yo!
What's up, man?
You up late, little, midget-motherfuckers
trying to kill me, man!
Hey, you better get out of
here like Chosen done did!
I mean, what you mean, like, out of here?
Like, out of here, like?
Chosen, just get out of here!
Go on, man.
Good night!
(ominous piano music playing)
(door knocking)
[Aunt Witch] Who's there?
[Legend Member] Hello?
Can I help you?
[Legend Member] Yeah, we need some help.
Our lives are on the line.
Why you come to me for?
[Legend Member] You
got a nephew named Trilla?
Hmm.
Step inside!
Put that away!
You won't need that in here.
Shit!
[Aunt Witch] Come.
Sit.
Yeah, your nephew
tried to kill us, my man.
He already done killed
everybody we connected to.
First, I just want to know why.
He's seeking revenge for his mother.
But, I heard about the
people digging up the grave
and all that, but we ain't
got nothing to do with that!
He's not hunting y'all for that.
So, well, who or what is he hunting?
We ain't got no connection with his moms!
But, you do!
How?
[Aunt Witch] You guys
parents was his mother's killers!
Ah, shit, bro!
You didn't do anything directly.
He's just hunting the bloodline.
Oh, shit!
What the hell, bro?
Your family burned all the witches.
The townspeople were
tired of the witchcraft.
Well, you're a witch.
How are you here?
Why did you ain't get burnt?
When I was a little girl,
I wasn't old enough to be in the coven.
After I seen what happened,
I didn't want to go in that house!
So, I still practice my art.
There's some things you just get naturally.
Shit!
[Brody] Don't buy it.
Last question then.
How do we stop the little nigga?
You have to destroy the amulet.
And the chain!
Before his mom got burned,
somebody snatched
the amulet off of her neck!
And Trilla recovered it.
[Brody] This shit getting
worse and worse, bro.
- The hell?
- [Legend Member] The fuck?
The amulet controls his creations.
The chain is connected between
him and his mother's spirit.
You must destroy them both!
Stop them completely!
He will still have some sort of magic,
because he is a natural warlock.
But, nothing like what
you're witnessing now.
So, how the fuck we gonna do that?
That's for you to figure out.
I'm only here for background information.
The amulet is on him
and the chain is in the abandoned house
that's owned by our ancestors!
Trilla already has found
out who dug up his mother!
Her grave!
(Aunt Witch sighing)
And killed them.
These people were after the necklace,
because she was buried with it!
So, the necklace is worth trillions.
You must retrieve it!
But, he recovered it
and took it to that house.
[Brody] Man, shit, man!
That house is pure evil!
I don't step foot inside.
Be careful on your journey.
Yeah, I appreciate it.
Yeah, most definite.
Now, listen, let's get
the fuck out of here!
(both men muttering)
I wish you well.
[Brody] All right, then.
But steely bubba ash-come-man!
Oo-sh-cub-ah, add-me-ma-lone-y!
Cat-uh-kiss-bah-cot!
(Chosen grunting)
(door slamming)
I got that motherfucker now!
Ooh!
Hell, yeah!
Ooh, yeah!
Got him!
[Trilla] Kill him.
So, what?
I'm supposed to be scared of yo ugly ass,
because you appeared in some smoke, nigga?
Look, I don't give a fuck
about none of that shit, nigga!
You want some smoke?
I'll give you some smoke, nigga!
Take that, motherfucker!
(gunshots firing)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, shit!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ow!
Kill him, my nigga!
Kill him, my nigga!
That's what you was made for!
Mama, we got one!
Mama, we got one, Mama!
(man screaming) (demon snarling)
[Trilla] Kill him, Mama!
Kill him!
Kill him!
(demon screaming)
(supernatural hissing)
Shit! Hang on!
Uh-uh!
(hissing continues)
(door slamming)
Oh, shit!
Someone done beat you out
of your motherfucking boots,
ain't it?
Old fake-ass, motherfucking, rental cop!
Oh, this nigga fucking dead!
Funky bitch!
Uh!
A funky bitch!
Where your motherfucking bag at, man?
Y'all send me to get
this motherfucking bag.
The fuck?
You tried to rob us!
The fuck?
(fumes hissing) (man coughing)
Oh, shit!
Uh!
Yo, son, what's good?
Nothing, bro.
I don't know, man.
Shit is bugging me.
That nigga should have been here already.
Facts, son!
I hope they all right and on the move.
Tell me about it.
Where do you think they'd ride off?
Oh, shit.
What up, niggas?
Yo, what up, son?
Sup, yo?
Sup, homie?
Y'all good?
Yeah.
Because y'all niggas damns sure
had us worried about y'all.
Man, I got to the spot, bro.
Fuck around and got up in there.
Security guy laying on the floor dead, bro.
We're gone; That's a loss.
It looked like somebody
beat us to the jump, bro.
And that shit crazy.
And then I tried to get
the fuck up out there,
and I seen this weird-ass,
fucking smoke, bro,
and I hauled ass up out that bitch, bro!
That's fucking crazy.
Bro, I'm telling y'all,
the same fucking shit happened to me.
The bag of money is gone.
I seen the fucking
smoke, like bro talk about.
I got ghost.
I got the fuck up out of there, man.
It's over with.
Trilla behind this shit, bro.
You think so?
Yep, I know it's him, yo.
Look, bro.
We went and talked to his
peoples, me and Brody, man.
Shorty said we gotta get the amulet.
We gotta break that bitch.
We gotta motherfucking break
the chain, that his mama had.
Bro, we gonna have to go
to where the fuck he at, bro.
Bro, we can't run from this nigga, bro!
We got to face him head-on, bro!
We do what we gotta do, man.
Facts!
Shit, bro, where the fuck I'm at,
we can take my car, bro.
We can ride out that bitch, bro.
Well, what up?
Well, that's fine.
Let's go, nigga!
Fuck it!
I killed you, Mama.
Who dared to dug up your grave, Mama?
And I feel like they real close, Mama.
I feel these niggas around somewhere.
Scared to be alone, nigga
Who want it
Come get it
Don't sneak in it
Get rap heads to feigning
Oh, my country!
Motherfucker!
[Trilla] Not y'all niggas!
Man, shut the fuck up!
Oh, y'all them country-ass niggas!
What country, what?
(Trilla chuckling)
Motherfucker!
Y'all country, dusty-ass niggas, man!
Shut yo bitch-ass up, nigga!
[Trilla] I got yo bitch-ass!
Don't worry about it!
You're a dumb-ass bitch!
[Trilla] I'm scared of small spaces!
Shut up, bitch!
[Trilla] Oh, my God!
Fuck you!
Bitch-ass nigga!
To count me in the fucking whirlwind
Stretched in the kitchen
(Trilla yelling)
Open that bitch up.
Oh, shit!
- Freeze, fuck-head!
- Freeze, motherfuckers!
Freeze! Freeze!
Goddammit!
(officers panting)
Motherfuckers.
They're fast!
Damn, them motherfuckers is fast!
Hell, yeah!
Shit!
Fast?
I bet y'all too cool to be doing this, man!
Shut your hating-ass up!
Pull y'all's damn shit together, man!
It's like you need a
different profession, man!
You're totally fucking hating!
Pull that damn tracker up!
Come on! Let's go, bro!
Come on, we've got movement!
Shit!
Hell!
My hip! Oh!
We've gotta go!
Oh!
(engine revving)
(door knocking)
Big brother, Ken!
My man!
How you doing, bro?
Come on in, man.
All right.
Bro, man.
Good to see you, my man.
How you feeling?
I've been better, bro.
I hear you man. I hear you.
I've been watching the news.
What you fighting right
now, it ain't physical.
It's spiritual.
What made you say that, bro?
Listen, man, I just know.
I just know.
How you been fighting in the hood,
you ain't gonna win it this way.
Guns ain't gonna help you.
Your fists ain't gonna help you.
You're gonna need help
from almighty God on this one.
I got a little plan, man.
I'm just praying it works, bro.
Okay.
I hear that.
Well, let's make sure that
plan don't have no fear in it,
because when you
fighting what you fighting,
they prey off of fear.
They'll destroy you if
you show up with fear.
So, if you wanna go
and you gonna fight this,
you gotta do it right.
Sheesh!
Listen, can I pray for you?
Man, yeah, man, I need a prayer.
Come on.
Father God, we thank
you so much for being God.
Thank you so much for covering my brother,
giving him the strength to deal with
what he's dealing with.
He's fighting something that's old as time.
So, he needs to invoke the power of someone
who's older than time,
and that's you, dear God.
So, we thank you for
giving him the victory,
helping him to have the
boldness and the courage
to do this your way.
In Jesus's name, amen.
Amen.
Listen, before you go,
take this with you, man.
You're gonna need it.
Thanks, bro.
I'm here for you if you need me.
Thanks, bro.
(group muttering)
Why are we rushing to our
death type shit out this, man?
Oh, come on, man!
Hell, no, bro!
A fucking, big-ass house.
Where the fuck we at?
What the fuck?
Oh!
Man, please don't tell
me we gotta go up in there?
Oh, hell no!
Man, what the fuck, yo?
Man, we about to die, yo!
Look, y'all tighten the fuck up, bro!
This the only way we gonna win, bro.
We gonna have to face it.
We gonna have to go, bro.
Come on. Let's move, bro.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Before y'all do that.
Look, I'm a hit the back.
Y'all niggas hit the front door.
However we gotta do it.
Let's just go.
Let's get this shit done, bro.
All right, bet.
This shit crazy, though.
Man, fucking Jeepers Creepers.
Motherfucking Addams Family shit in here!
(door knocking)
Watch out.
Evening, sir.
How are you doing today?
How are you doing, sir?
What do y'all want?
Look here, man.
Look, I've been tracking
down a dude named Chosen,
all right?
And his location brought
us to this address right here.
But understand one thing, he
is armed and dangerous though.
Ain't no country nigga named Chosen here.
You little fuck, we know he's here!
Listen here, fashion police,
I told you ain't no country
nigga named Chosen here.
Well, look, we ain't
got a warrant anyways.
We can't do anything about it.
Man, fuck a warrant, man!
Let me tell your little,
midget-ass something.
I know he's here.
And understand one thing,
when I get the okay to arrest him,
I'm gonna come back and
arrest your little, short-ass too!
Do you understand?
How you?
(door slamming) Mother!
This motherfucker just...
[Hancock] Get his ass back to the door.
[Brick-house] Oh, slam
your door in my face?
Man, he done gone crazy!
He about to come back to this door.
Y'all still want to come the fuck in?
No!
Fuck this! I quit!
I told you this shit was real!
Mr. Warlock, sir,
I think I got the wrong address.
If you don't get your Carl
Winslow looking-ass away here,
- you'll be dead.
- I be leaving!
Fuck Mr. Butler!
Nigga?
It's creepy as a motherfucker here.
You see this?
Fucking shit, crazy as a bitch!
What the fuck?
It's cold as a bitch!
On God, nigga, what the fuck?
Shit!
Yo, son!
Damn!
Yo, you hear that?
Mieka?
You hear that? Baby?
Yo, where the fuck y'all going, man?
Fuck, y'all left be myself!
Tre! Baby!
Keesh! Keesh, Keesh, what's up?
What's up?
Yo, what the fuck?
Keesh?
Oh, where'd you go, yo?
Oh, my God, man!
Keesh?
Yo, what the?
(door pounding)
Shit.
(fumes hissing)
Let me out!
Yo, yo, yo, yo!
Hey, man!
What the fuck, man?
Let me out this bitch!
Yo!
Man, what the fuck, man?
You that scary country-ass nigga, huh?
My nigga, kill this motherfucker.
(demon screeching)
(Tre and demon screaming)
(thudding)
[Wife] Help! Come save me!
Stop, baby, I need you!
(man screaming)
[Shamieka] Pa-pi!
Come here, pa-pi!
Pa-pi, come here!
I miss you.
Come here.
Hey, you funny-talking motherfucker!
Remember I told you I was gonna kill you?
You ain't listen, huh?
Your ass trapped.
You trapped like a bitch.
Huh, you trapped, bitch, huh?
You ain't listen, but I got
something for your ass.
Raise it.
Come on, follow me.
Just a little bit.
Come on!
You almost there.
A little bit more.
You're almost there.
Just a little bit. Come on!
Now, kill your motherfucking self,
you funny-talking motherfucker!
(gunshot firing)
Baby.
I wish that was really you.
Will you hold me, please?
I ain't dumb, bay.
That's a trick of the mind and the heart.
This shit ain't real.
Hey, country nigga!
Yeah, you!
You in the right spot.
Some other country niggas,
the pussy got them killed.
You've been looking for me?
Welcome to the motherfucking
party, you country nigga.
What the fuck you got there?
What you gonna do with that?
As I walk through the valley...
You with the church?
Fear no evil!
My nigga!
I got the sword of the spirit!
You smell that?
Do you smell that?
Gimme that!
Get this country pussy!
Kill him!
Kill him!
Get him, my nigga!
Get him!
Get him, my nigga!
Foe-za!
Throw me the amulet!
Shit, here you go!
Auntie!
Who the fuck's side you on?
My side! Only!
Mama, help me!
Mama, help me!
I'm going away from here!
Mama, help me!
Boy, your mother is in hell.
It has been my voice this entire time
that you've been speaking to!
How the fuck you get her chain?
I've been looking for it!
I done killed all these country niggas
and these dusty bitches.
Matter fact, who the fuck dug up her grave?
(Aunt Witch laughing)
I dug up your mother's grave!
It was my voice that led you to believe
to kill the wrong people!
But in fact, you did not!
Hold the fuck on!
My nigga!
Kill this crazy bitch!
He will do no such a thing!
I have the amulet, which created you,
and the chains that go with it.
Now I'm powerful and you will obey me!
Ain't that a bitch?
Demon, kill him!
(Demon screeching)
(Aunt Witch laughing)
You set me up, didn't you?
I did!
Come on, man!
Just let me go, y'all.
No!
I will not do no such thing!
The fuck?
Demon, kill him!
Oh, fuck!
(Demon viciously growling)
Gone!
Gotta go outside.
- Babe!
- Gone, gone.
Babe, you talking in your sleep.
I think you having a nightmare.
I just had the craziest dream ever, man!
[LaKeisha] Well, get yourself together.
Everybody waiting on us around the way.
All right.
Giving y'all valuable information too!
Get the fuck out of here!
I hope you got bail money, nigga!
I hope you got bail money!
I don't need bail money; I'm good!
But anyway.
Shh!
Silencio!
I got information!
Oh, my God!
I got information.
Check it out!
What?
The man is down the street.
Y'all might wanna clean y'all act up,
because they heading
over this way, all right?
Next time I see y'all...
- Good fucking job!
I want prices up!
The fuck you looking at, nigga?
[Chosen] Yo pocket, nigga!
You rent-a-cop motherfucker!
[Chosen] Yep!
Fuck this nigga.
What's up, nigga?
What up?
It ain't shit.
What's happening?
Hey, bro!
What's up with y'all?
What's up, what's up, yo?
Shit.
Y'all this man was fighting,
talking and praying in his sleep.
Yo, what the fuck?
(group laughing)
Something!
Man, look, look, look!
Nah, nah!
Man, fuck y'all!
Nah, nah, for real.
Aye, this shit was crazy though, for real.
Like, it was a...
What's up country
niggas and dusty bitches?
(group babbling)
Y'all heard about that
body that got dug up?
(group continues babbling)
Oh, hell nah!
Catch me if I'm fallen
drunk in love, alcoholic
Yeah, that pussy tops
a B-B-L after market
Hating niggas hating,
so I'll always be the topic
Paid with your life just
for getting out of pocket
If it's right or wrong,
I'm with my dogs
My bros are locked forever
Can run it through from A
to Z, we G like Jared Leto
This style for free, inside
of me, but D-J do it better
This smart mouth good for sucking from,
Your bitch, I probably let her
Yes, you told me that my style
and presence get her wetter
It's 2 V one, I'm looking
at it like she need a helper
I'm birthday gifting, not today
But damn I'm feeling special
That 38, extended beam,
that motherfucker special
Tell them
They're just stinking mad
and think you walk into a blitz
I'm making troll like a trollers
Coming hitting with that stick
It's candle laded, def legit
And nigga I don't give a shit
Not the smallest little bit
Now rest in piss, you little bitch
Ring around the Rosie
Think the Devil chose me
Ring around the Rosie
They don't know the old me
And got some columns,
rocked some pollen
Throwing at a glass
Early thousands if they
found me whooping on your ass
Notice you in solitude,
went looking for a crash
A goofy groupie never
move me, stepping out of class
We dream chasing,
legendary rocking on this ship
No, I'm never stepping
down, there's levels to this shit
You capping and you rack
it, boy, I hear you never fit
Keep caskets for you bastards,
in case a nigga wanna slip
Highway straight to heaven
if you really wanna trip
Stop choosing your mouth,
and now you're really running lip
Not the type that got the stripes
They'll bang it off the hip
I could blick her with this wipe
Then clip this steady, let it rip
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(woman screaming)
(music continues) (woman laughing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(electronic music playing)
(fire crackling)
(flames roaring)
Ring around the Rosie
Think the Devil chose me
Ring around the Rosie
They don't know the old me
(ominous piano music playing)
Hey, look!
We're going to go in
here, run their asses out,
and we're going to burn their asses.
That's true. That's true.
This is the last night motherfucking night.
Let's get them out there.
Let's get their ass out there!
Burn that ass up!
Let's burn that ass!
Let's go! Burn!
(everyone shouting)
[Everyone] Burn the witches!
Burn the witches!
Burn those witches!
Burn them witches!
Burn those witches!
Burn those witches!
Burn them witches!
Burn those witches!
Burn those witches!
Burn those witches!
(garage door rattling)
(witches screaming)
(crowd shouting)
Let's go!
Let's go!
Oh, you're the ring leader, huh?
Yeah, it is!
You're the ring leader, huh?
Bet it is!
Oh, yeah?
We're going to burn your ass!
We're going to burn your ass!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
[Crowd] Burn those witches!
- Burn those witches!
- No!
[Crowd] Burn those witches!
Burn those witches!
Burn those witches!
Burn the witches!
Burn the witches!
Burn them!
Burn the witches!
Burn them!
(crowd chanting together)
I've been waiting for this a long time!
Y'all won't cast no nother spell out here,
ya funky-ass bitches!
(witches screaming)
Think the Devil chose me
Ring around the Rosie
They don't know the old me
(Woman screaming)
(Flames engulfing)
I found them, Mama!
I found them, Mama!
We going to kill all these country niggas
and all these dusty bitches, Mama.
I found them; Trust me.
We gonna get them all, Mama.
I'm gonna get them all!
You showed me where the hell they was too.
You was right, Mama.
You was right.
I'm going to get them, just for you, Mama.
Just for you, Mama.
What's up country-niggas?
The fuck you talking about, nigga?
We city to city, nigga.
Y'all heard about that body
that got pulled out of the grave?
(Legend member) Yeah, that shit crazy, bro!
That was my mama, yo.
(multiple group members) Damn!
Sorry to hear about that.
Y'all be safe out here.
Alright, niggas.
Yeah, Mama, those them
country motherfuckers.
I feel you; I feel you, Mama.
Fellas, fellas, fellas!
(group mumbling)
What do you have for me?
Huh?
Look at this!
Oh, no! Look at you!
You got something now!
Now, get up out of here!
Get up out of here!
Calm down, bro!
What you got?
Hey, bro!
Get the fuck on, nigga!
Hey, look!
Hey, look!
Hey!
Don't you got something
better to do around here
than fucking with us?
Bitch-ass!
Better me than the
police, you little bitch!
Goddamn!
If y'all want me to keep
things cool around here,
while y'all sling y'all little shit,
you gonna pay what you play, baby!
Get off me, you gun!
Don't fucking touch me, yo!
(Jay) What the fuck happened to you, bro?
You used to be cool!
Now he's a greedy motherfucker!
Shut the fuck up
before I tell Brick-house
your whole operation!
Wow.
He been on you for years anyway!
Man, fuck you!
Hey, check it out.
I'm the real hustler
around this motherfucker!
Check it out!
You ain't shit!
Okay.
Motherfucker.
I'll tell you what?
You right, I ain't shit.
So I ain't shit, all y'all give me a $100!
All of you!
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, ocho!
Pay me, pronto!
Fuck, no's!
Well, I ain't got no $100 for you.
Well, yo ass better find it,
or your ass is going to jail tonight!
Man, this pussy-ass nigga!
Hmm?
Man, you lucky we need you,
because you really be pushing it.
Mm.
And you disrespectful, yo.
Ooh!
You need to just do your job!
We don't need to hear
about no police or detects,
coming over here talking about no drugs
or drug activity, nigga.
Hmm! Instruction.
You need to make this
the safest environment ever.
Oh, ooh!
- Yo!
- Nigga.
Yo, man, fuck all this shit!
I say we beat the shit out this nigga
and we deal with the
motherfucking detective.
I agree with Jay, because you know what?
Don't forget who the fuck paying who
around this motherfucker.
Nigga, you the motherfucking help!
Yep!
- You understand?
- Yep!
And I'm a help your ass down 17th Street,
if you don't kick that motherfucking bread!
Nigga, fuck? Whatever!
You're fucking dirty, bitch, man!
Run it!
- Run it!
- Goofy!
Pussy-ass, running your fucking mouth!
- Ooh!
- Fuck that shit!
Gentlemen! Gentlemen!
- You're so generous!
- Fuck him up.
Come back to me.
Ooh, yeah, I, okay!
Gentlemen, gentlemen, you're so kind!
You're so kind!
You're so kind!
Okay! Okay!
You gotta be quicker than that!
Okay, okay!
All right, all right!
I'll hit you on the next round.
Get the fuck out of here, man!
Thank you, sir!
I owe you!
Gentlemen! Gentlemen!
It's been a pleasure.
Until next time.
Get the fuck out of here!
Go blow your fucking whistle or something!
You neighborhood watch motherfucker!
Yep, and I'm going to go
watch your sister right now,
you sum a bitch!
Fucking dirty!
Look, man, look.
I gotta go pick the wife up anyway.
All right; Let's do it.
All right, y'all.
- Bye, big dog.
- Love. Love, love.
Love you, bro.
Drive safe, for real.
All right. For sure, for sure.
Nigga, I'm about to
get out of here myself.
It's slow out here anyway.
Plus, wifey, yeah,
she just hit me talking about
the food bag and the shit.
All right, bro.
All right, my niggas.
Love, gang!
All love, baby.
All right.
My bitch fussing anyway.
She thinks I'm out here
motherfucking cheating!
All right, bro.
Love.
Damn!
Look like I'm the only motherfucker
ain't out here getting fucked with tonight!
Shit, me neither, nigga!
What you mean?
Man, hold on.
Man, ain't this about a bitch?
Hello?
I ain't doing shit, Mama.
I'm out here chilling with the gang.
Trying to pick us a paper.
Yeah.
What?
All right, man.
Okay, okay, okay, okay!
All right, all right, all right!
Damn!
There they go; Right there!
Told you so!
(legends laughing)
This nigga about to be in the doghouse!
Hey, nigga, you
better go handle that shit!
Man, fuck y'all boys, man!
Y'all like fucking with niggas too much!
Damn!
You coming in with me?
Oh, I guess.
Come on then.
Hey, bro, you got some change on you?
I sure do not.
All right, country-ass nigga!
Mama, dust that
country-ass nigga right there.
I'm gonna get his ass, Mama.
That's that country-ass nigga.
What's up, fellas?
Trilla?
The fuck you doing around here?
I didn't know you got high?
[Trilla] Nigga, I don't!
So, then what the fuck
you doing over here?
Yeah, because just ain't no
reason you hanging around.
I don't trust him.
Yeah, you've gotta fucking go, bro.
Nigga, this my motherfucking hood, nigga!
Really, no the fuck it
isn't, but you gotta go.
Get the fuck out of here, man!
Nigga, you got three seconds!
Hey, bro!
Bro, get the fuck on, nigga!
You didn't hear when bro say it?
We ain't go no scenes.
We ain't got no blunts.
We ain't got no weed.
We got nothing for you, nigga.
Get the fuck on!
Look, bro.
I'm tired of you keep coming around here
on some begging-ass shit, man.
Get the fuck on out of here!
I don't want this shit around here, bro.
No what I'm talking about?
[Trilla] So, y'all country-ass niggas
trying to carry me up.
I'm gonna carry your
little ass on my shoulder,
if you don't get the fuck on!
All you doing is making it harder!
Don't worry!
Y'all niggas going to
fucking wait through it,
and y'all dusty-ass bitches.
Dusty-ass!
(group yelling)
The fuck, nigga?
The fuck, nigga?
[Mother Witch] Avenge.
Me.
Avenge.
Me.
Dusty bitches!
Bring them to me, so I
can bring them to you!
Country nigga, dusty bitches!
Bring them to me, so I
can bring them to you!
Country nigga, dusty bitches!
Bring them to me, so I
can bring them to you!
Country nigga, dusty bitches!
Bring them to me, so I
can bring them to you!
Country nigga, dusty bitches!
Bring them to me, so I
can bring them to you!
Country nigga, dusty bitches!
Bring them to me, so I
can bring them to you!
Country nigga, dusty bitches!
Bring them to me, so I
can bring them to you!
Rise, my nigga, rise!
(intense low growling) Rise, my nigga!
Rise!
And kill them all. (Growling continues)
Hey, y'all!
I feel like going out.
Y'all want to go out tonight
and have a ladies night?
Oh, hell yeah!
Let's go to Bellos!
Yes, that would be nice!
Let's have a ladies night!
[Wife] I definitely need to get out
and have a drink!
Yes! Absolutely!
Let's go.
Okay, pa-pi!
Let's go and show me that money!
Let's go!
Trying to go make it rain on these hoes!
Steak, give me $100.
$100?
Make it $150.
$150?
I ain't got no goddamn...
Just, just.
What the?
Hmm, let me get that $1000 though.
This is financially irresponsible.
(females speaking excitedly)
Get some wine.
She needs some money!
I do.
Let's go.
[Wife] I need some more.
Thank you!
Oh no, I need some more.
I need some more.
Damn!
Thank you, baby.
Man, ain't that some? Hold on.
(dog barking)
Here I go.
I don't know what the hell
went wrong with that nigga!
(dog barking)
Hey, country nigga!
Didn't I tell you I'm gonna
kill you and that dusty bitch?
Nigga, what?
(dog continues barking)
Yo baby, what the fuck Trilla was doing
pulling up on us anyway?
Yo, I do not fucking
know, but I swear to God,
when this nigga called me a bitch,
I was ready to fuck him up.
I swear.
Now, that nigga did go to
far with that bitch-shit anyway!
Absolutely!
Hey, yo, what the fuck?
Country nigga, didn't I
tell you I was going to kill you
and that loudmouth, dusty bitch?
Yo, what? Babe, what?
(ominous violin music playing)
Oh, my God, babe!
Yo, what the fuck?
This nigga was right here, baby!
I know!
I just saw this nigga!
I freaked out!
Like, what?
What the fuck, nigga?
(TV Voices blaring)
[Wife] You wanna
finish watching the movie?
Yeah, we can finish.
Okay.
So, what was up with the little guy though?
I don't know.
I don't trust him, to be honest.
I swear I don't.
Yeah, he was looking a little off.
I don't trust him either.
And then he come over
there running his fucking mouth.
He's ready to get his ass whooped!
That shit great.
- I need to use the bath...
- Oh, shit.
I need to use the bathroom though.
Okay.
- Can you pause it?
- Want me to pause?
Yeah.
All right.
(ominous music playing)
The fuck?
(faucet running)
No the fuck I didn't
just see what I just saw!
Country nigga, I'm gonna
kill you and that dusty bitch.
(music intensifying)
I'm gonna get them.
I'm gonna get them, Mama.
Oh, my God, this shit was so crazy!
Y'all okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
I don't know.
I guess I'm okay.
Hell, no, I am not okay!
But you know what?
I'm gonna go in here,
try to have a good time,
forget all about it.
I don't even wanna mess up the mood.
Let's go.
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Do you like that
Yeah, yeah, tell me do you like that
Like that, like that
Do you like that
Yeah, yeah, tell me do you like that
Like that, like that, like that
Do you like that
Yeah, yeah, tell me do you like that
Like that, like that
Do you like that
Yeah, yeah, tell me do you like that
Moonlight, sundress, tell her say less
For the time of your
life, right here, be the best
Gucci frames with them
tears, part of the flex
All of them commas
be a part of my checks
With them big-ass titties,
she can say it with her chest
Long hair, pretty
skin, tell me what's next
Stared in my eyes,
said I'd never be your ex
This love too real, yo,
I'm better than the rest
Man saying he's a passion for fashion
Fantastic sex like uh A
No stick for it, automatic,
Just all new and perfect, she get it
[Mother Witch] Trouble.
Trouble.
Go, go for real
She look me in my
face and said remember
Did y'all have fun tonight?
(group agreeing)
I sure did have fun, all
out spending pa-pi coins!
That's right!
I got my own money, because
I wasn't gonna spend his!
That's right!
That's what I'm talking about!
(girls chattering) (creepy whooshing)
(paranormal tones playing)
I need to get in my bed.
Yes, me too.
Girl, what the fuck is that?
(demon snarling)
(women screaming)
(car honking) (car alarm blaring)
(women continue screaming)
Y'all, tonight was so good.
[Female Passenger] Yes, it was so good!
Did you see that dude trying to talk to us?
(women screaming)
(car alarm continues blaring)
(fumes spraying) (women continue screaming)
(ominous piano music playing)
(demon growling)
[Mother Witch] Kill!
I'm looking for all country
niggas and dusty bitches.
[Mother Witch] Kill!
I already know what's going on, Mama.
You just got to point me in the right way.
Yo, little man!
Hey!
It's past your curfew, ain't it?
One thing about it, Montel Williams,
I'm a grown-ass, fucking man!
Your talk-host ass going away from them
like them other country-ass niggas!
What the fuck you say to me?
Huh?
What the fuck you say to me?
What the fuck you do?
What the fuck?
(paranormal whispering)
Oh, shit.
Goddamn!
(phone ringing)
(cellphone vibrating)
Yo!
What's good, bro?
What up, bro?
Is Neisha over at y'all crib?
Hell, nah, bro!
I was getting ready to call you.
To see if Keisha over there,
that bitch on the couch,
asleep, drunk, or some shit.
Neisha didn't come home either.
Uh-huh.
And she ain't pick up the phone.
Man, I done called her
ass about 20 times, bro.
Meet me around the way.
All right, bet.
You Bet.
All right.
Motherfuckers ain't shit.
The fuck is wrong with y'all, man?
Nigga, you ain't hear?
They ain't come home last night, man.
[Brody] One, nigga!
Damn!
It's one, nigga.
My boy ain't come
home last night either, bro.
Two!
Fuck!
Wife-y didn't either, bro.
Three!
Ain't answer the
goddamn phone or nothing!
[Brody] Three!
My girl didn't come home either!
But that's all right, she'll come home,
or her shit gonna be outside.
Nigga!
I think they's some top-notch niggas
done took our bitches, bro.
Son, I'm in the same boat!
I'm in the same boat, son!
Where she at?
Where she at, son, is
where she better stay.
I'm just saying, we don't
need that shit right now.
Yo, yo, fuck all that!
I'm with boss!
Man, these bitches done took our money,
and ran off with some other niggas, man.
[Brody] I'm sick of this shit!
Man, what you think, bro?
Yo, yo, yo, yo!
Y'all need to look at this.
Yo, yo, what it is?
What you go, Ty?
What you got, bro?
You gotta see it for yourself, bro.
Nigga!
Down the street from
the nightclub Bellos.
Homicide is not sure
who or what attacked them,
but they all have been
found dead on the scene.
Those suspect names are
LaKeisha Love, Shamieka Love,
Lakeisha Anderson,
Tiffany Bell, Crystal Porter,
Tiana Chaney, Chanel
Dabney, and Talana Harris.
Local police will put
everything that they can
into this case, and to solving
and seeing what happens next.
Please stay tuned for further details,
and our prayers are with the families
that have been involved.
[Everyone] Oh, hell nah, bro!
Fuck them!
Bro!
I literally cannot believe this shit, bro!
Niggas done killed my old lady, man!
Keep your head up, big bro.
I honestly don't think it was no niggas.
There's some weird shit going around here,
and I'm about to get the fuck out of here
before it get dark.
Yo, Ty!
You always dipping on your bros, yo!
What's good?
Yo, legend has it, old
witch who died 30 years ago,
seeking revenge.
Like, her spirit out here
working or some shit,
through her son.
And we all know who her son is.
The only safe place is at home.
All right, bro.
Hey, man.
What the fuck we supposed to do now?
Bro, I'm gonna think
about some shit, bro.
I'm a come up with something, man.
We can't just sit here be
sad and upset and do nothing.
No, bro.
I'm a make some shit shake, bro.
I know, bro, man; I know.
Hey, look, I'm going
to meet Ace real quick,
get my bread, and get him right real quick.
All right, bro.
You know what?
I know these girls, man.
Seen them before?
Yeah.
I think they married to
them born legend boys, man.
But you know what?
That got me wondering
if this is gang related now.
Well, maybe we should go question them.
Word on the street,
they're over there at
Fairfield court hustling now.
Fairfield court?
All kinds of shit.
Shit, if we going over
there, we need some backup!
All right.
Yeah, because you know that Mr. Butler,
he's always got something
suspicious going on.
Always.
- Yeah.
- Sick as hell too.
All right, let's get up out of here.
Man, shit, them niggas taking forever!
I know, man.
Shit, I was really waiting on them niggas
to go to the store.
I got to go pick up some
things; I'm running low.
I'll take you, bro.
You sure?
Hell, yeah!
Shit, that's love, man!
You already know.
Shit, let's dip!
Let's roll!
Yo, what up, Nigga?
What's up?
What up, O-G?
What's happening, my niggas?
What's going on?
Fucked up right now, bro.
And I'm hurt, bro!
Yeah, bro, I seen it on the news, bro.
My condolences.
[Man in Green Jersey]
Yeah, I appreciate that, bro.
Yeah, that shit crazy, man.
But let's hurry up and do this,
I got a shorty-girl I'm waiting on.
I'm trying to spin her,
bend her, and go up in her
before something happen to her too!
You definitely gotta
get up out of here though.
You know I won't be out here after dark.
[Man in Green Jersey] True.
All right, man.
All right?
All right.
All right, fam.
Hell yeah, I got to stay
dangerous out of this bitch!
Man, that shit's crazy out here!
I told you that shit, bro!
For real, bro!
I told you that shit, man.
Yes.
Oh, shit!
What the fuck is that?
Man, I don't know!
You ready to scrap?
Man, I left that shit at the trap, bro!
Oh, shit! What the?
(demon growling)
Fuck!
(demon growling)
Kill him, my nigga!
Kill him, my nigga!
That's what you were made for!
Mama, we got another one!
(demon intensely snarling)
Damn, I miss my bitch, yo!
Bro, nigga, I know, bro,
but we gotta hold it together out here
until we figure out what's going on.
You right, bro.
But, shit, shit hurts man!
It's got me fucked up.
I miss her, man.
It's crazy, man.
(demon snarling)
What the fuck is that?
The fuck is what?
[Both] Oh, shit!
(demon aggressively growling)
(men screaming)
(demon continues growling)
Yeah.
Are you serious, man?
All right.
(engine revving)
All right, captain.
We'll be in route.
(Brick-house sighing)
Just got a phone call with the captain.
Two more bodies found
at Fairfield Court, man.
This is crazy.
Guess I'm gonna call for backup.
We gotta move.
Yeah.
(engine revving)
Who in the hell do they
think they are, man?
(intense music playing)
(officers chattering)
So, what's up?
What's our situation out here, guys?
I see the way you looking at us.
Yeah?
I hope y'all come to do
some real police work
instead of looking pretty.
What you talking about, Brick-house?
Look, bro.
Y'all are the only two
homicide investigators I know
come out here wearing
jewelry and stuff, bro.
We're coming to fight crime!
You see us, don't you?
Y'all come to look pretty
and try to catch women, man!
I'm not hearing him.
[Brick-house] I know!
Do y'all not hear me?
I'm not hearing him.
First of all, you sound
like a complete hater.
[Brick-house] What?
Don't worry about none of that shit.
Let's focus on the situation now.
All right, well, let's go ahead
and get rid of all that hating bullshit.
So, my honest opinion,
I'm pretty sure this shit
is some supernatural shit going on,
and you need to start paying attention.
Supernatural?
Supernatural.
Do you hear this fucking guy?
Oh, you've been smoking that shit, huh?
What the fuck you call us for?
We ain't Ghostbusters!
Well, I hope you got
their fucking numbers!
I hope you got they number!
They sent y'all to help us!
You are assisting us!
[Officer with Hat]
No, we are taking over!
We would rather have a refund!
Y'all can go and do your
little modeling stuff, okay?
We'd rather have a refund!
We'll take a couple of rookies!
Let's do this.
Y'all go ahead and
walk back up the catwalk.
The fake-ass police!
And let us go do real work.
Hancock and Brick-house.
[Brick-house] You ain't gotta believe it!
These fucking guys!
[Brick-house] If y'all don't
wanna do real crime work...
Fucking superhero right here.
Real crime work?
Real crime work, huh?
[Hancock] And carry
your ass all up the road!
You call yourself doing real crime work?
[Brick-house] Been
doing it for years, buddy.
His name is Brick-house
and he's doing real crime work.
And his name is Hancock.
And he's doing real crime work.
They're fake-ass police!
Get the fuck out of here!
Let them fight crime.
We gonna go shit on them!
Time to work!
Right, let's go!
Y'all go do y'all thing!
Let the real officers do the real work.
Police! Open up!
Ah, deep in there!
Mr. Butler!
We meet again.
All of them together!
What you want, bro?
Well, first of all, smile!
You're on camera.
Smile!
Second of all, we are
here right now because
all these bodies popping up in the city,
they're somehow
linked to, what you call it?
4 Legend Mafia?
[Brody] Are you serious?
Nigga, those our fucking wives!
[Jay] And our closest niggas!
They all family!
The hell are y'all doing around here?
We ain't saying, or trying
to say 100% that y'all done it,
but we trying to get to the bottom of it!
Bullshit!
I believe they did it!
Look at all that stuff
you got right here on...
What's his name? Mr. Butler?
What?
Unsolved murders.
Street crimes.
Drug dealings.
The list goes on and on like that.
[Brick-House] But you
know what the problem is?
[Hancock] Still ain't
been able to grab his ass!
What's the problem?
[Brick-house] Can't never
get enough to catch his ass!
Man.
You got the wrong man, bro.
It's some real creepy,
spiritual, supernatural shit
going on, right here.
Nigga, we just trying to
stay alive, you feel me?
Look, cut the bullshit out!
Are you behind the murders or what?
Bro!
If you looking for the serial killer,
carry your ass to the graveyard,
go ask one of them spirits,
or one of them dead
motherfuckers around there!
[Hancock] So, y'all not
playing about that ghost shit,
is y'all?
Fuck no, we ain't playing, bro!
Look, I ain't sign up for this shit, man!
Look!
What the hell you getting me into, man?
Relax, relax,
I don't believe in none
of what he's saying.
Look, we're here just
trying to solve the murders
and try to make the
streets safe again, man.
We're here because
everyone has a direct tie to you.
Listen, bro.
We not the hunters this time, bro.
We the prey!
You get what I'm saying?
He said prey! (Officers chuckling)
Look, bro!
Don't y'all motherfuckers
supposed to be protecting
or serving some shit?
Protecting and serving?
Protecting and serving.
Ain't that some shit.
I'm trying.
It's a time for us right now.
Yeah, 100%.
We've gotta get some better avenues.
Looks like they been serving enough shit
around here already.
Look, look.
Guys, lets go.
This guy!
Yeah, don't worry about it.
And he gonna fly under the radar again.
I'll catch up to you in the car.
Let's just go.
[Hancock] We'll see you!
We'll see you!
I'll be back.
All right, motherfucker.
(door slamming)
This is Stacy, reporting
live in the East Inn,
where police have discovered
two more dead bodies.
Young males, shot in their vehicles,
on the corner of
Mechanic's-vill and Fairfield.
Please stay tuned with
us for further updates.
[Morel] This is Morel O'Neil,
Channel 8 Legacy News,
and we are here in Fairfield Court,
and there seems to have been a homicide.
Two black males have been found dead.
The police have no leads, and as you know,
around here sometimes
it's hard to find witnesses,
but we will give you further
updates as we get them,
and we'll give you all the
information that you need.
(phone ringing)
Yep!
[Ty] Hey, true.
I just seen they found Mike
and Payne dead on the news.
You can't be serious, bro?
[Ty] No, I'm dead-ass!
Y'all gotta get out here.
Quick!
All right, bro, I appreciate you.
[Ty] All right, bro.
What's wrong?
That was Ty, bro.
Mike and Payne dead too, bro.
Get the fuck out of here.
Bro!
We gotta get the fuck out here, man!
Like, now!
Y'all my niggas though.
Man, I keep saying, bro,
we gotta get the fuck out of town, bro!
Bro! Look!
Look, look, look!
Everybody already fucking dead, man!
Let's just go!
Let's get the fuck out of here!
Look, I got a plan, bro, look.
Go to the trap.
Grab the money bag, bro.
Go to the stash spot, grab
the rest of the work, bro.
Okay.
I be doing some research
on the fucking, little nigga.
He got an aunt that live
out in fucking Amelia, right?
Mm.
Bro, me and you go out
there and chop it up with her,
and see what the fuck
we can find out, all right?
Bet.
Everybody, look, we
meet back here at 2:00 a.m.
We got to get the money.
We get the information.
We get the fuck out here.
You feel what I'm saying?
Bet.
Love, bro.
Love.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right, man.
Come on, bro; Let's roll, bro.
God!
Lord.
Ah!
That's crazy.
Hey, guys! Come here!
Y'all know this makes 12 bodies
connected to Mr. Butler, right?
That's a big number.
Yeah.
- That's a big number.
- 12.
But, you know what?
That might be enough to work
and bring him down to the station.
Apply a little pressure on his ass.
Shit, good luck!
I already told you he's skipping town.
I doubt you gonna find him!
Shit, we might as well
be doing the same shit!
I mean, if he's gonna
knock off his own people,
nigga's probably scared too!
Shit!
Nah.
There's gotta be a way to
where we can track his ass
down before we ever see him again.
That's a good idea.
- That's a good idea.
- Man.
I feel it in my soul, bro.
I feel it in my soul, he's connected.
I just can't tie this shit together, man.
He's got to be.
So, let's see if his car
is still around the way.
If so, I'll put a tracker on it.
That way we have his
location wherever he go.
Good fucking idea!
Great idea!
But we gotta do it now though,
because we should be smart.
We've gotta move now.
He ain't gonna hang around long.
I got you.
Let's go.
Yo! Yo!
What's up, man?
You up late, little, midget-motherfuckers
trying to kill me, man!
Hey, you better get out of
here like Chosen done did!
I mean, what you mean, like, out of here?
Like, out of here, like?
Chosen, just get out of here!
Go on, man.
Good night!
(ominous piano music playing)
(door knocking)
[Aunt Witch] Who's there?
[Legend Member] Hello?
Can I help you?
[Legend Member] Yeah, we need some help.
Our lives are on the line.
Why you come to me for?
[Legend Member] You
got a nephew named Trilla?
Hmm.
Step inside!
Put that away!
You won't need that in here.
Shit!
[Aunt Witch] Come.
Sit.
Yeah, your nephew
tried to kill us, my man.
He already done killed
everybody we connected to.
First, I just want to know why.
He's seeking revenge for his mother.
But, I heard about the
people digging up the grave
and all that, but we ain't
got nothing to do with that!
He's not hunting y'all for that.
So, well, who or what is he hunting?
We ain't got no connection with his moms!
But, you do!
How?
[Aunt Witch] You guys
parents was his mother's killers!
Ah, shit, bro!
You didn't do anything directly.
He's just hunting the bloodline.
Oh, shit!
What the hell, bro?
Your family burned all the witches.
The townspeople were
tired of the witchcraft.
Well, you're a witch.
How are you here?
Why did you ain't get burnt?
When I was a little girl,
I wasn't old enough to be in the coven.
After I seen what happened,
I didn't want to go in that house!
So, I still practice my art.
There's some things you just get naturally.
Shit!
[Brody] Don't buy it.
Last question then.
How do we stop the little nigga?
You have to destroy the amulet.
And the chain!
Before his mom got burned,
somebody snatched
the amulet off of her neck!
And Trilla recovered it.
[Brody] This shit getting
worse and worse, bro.
- The hell?
- [Legend Member] The fuck?
The amulet controls his creations.
The chain is connected between
him and his mother's spirit.
You must destroy them both!
Stop them completely!
He will still have some sort of magic,
because he is a natural warlock.
But, nothing like what
you're witnessing now.
So, how the fuck we gonna do that?
That's for you to figure out.
I'm only here for background information.
The amulet is on him
and the chain is in the abandoned house
that's owned by our ancestors!
Trilla already has found
out who dug up his mother!
Her grave!
(Aunt Witch sighing)
And killed them.
These people were after the necklace,
because she was buried with it!
So, the necklace is worth trillions.
You must retrieve it!
But, he recovered it
and took it to that house.
[Brody] Man, shit, man!
That house is pure evil!
I don't step foot inside.
Be careful on your journey.
Yeah, I appreciate it.
Yeah, most definite.
Now, listen, let's get
the fuck out of here!
(both men muttering)
I wish you well.
[Brody] All right, then.
But steely bubba ash-come-man!
Oo-sh-cub-ah, add-me-ma-lone-y!
Cat-uh-kiss-bah-cot!
(Chosen grunting)
(door slamming)
I got that motherfucker now!
Ooh!
Hell, yeah!
Ooh, yeah!
Got him!
[Trilla] Kill him.
So, what?
I'm supposed to be scared of yo ugly ass,
because you appeared in some smoke, nigga?
Look, I don't give a fuck
about none of that shit, nigga!
You want some smoke?
I'll give you some smoke, nigga!
Take that, motherfucker!
(gunshots firing)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, shit!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ow!
Kill him, my nigga!
Kill him, my nigga!
That's what you was made for!
Mama, we got one!
Mama, we got one, Mama!
(man screaming) (demon snarling)
[Trilla] Kill him, Mama!
Kill him!
Kill him!
(demon screaming)
(supernatural hissing)
Shit! Hang on!
Uh-uh!
(hissing continues)
(door slamming)
Oh, shit!
Someone done beat you out
of your motherfucking boots,
ain't it?
Old fake-ass, motherfucking, rental cop!
Oh, this nigga fucking dead!
Funky bitch!
Uh!
A funky bitch!
Where your motherfucking bag at, man?
Y'all send me to get
this motherfucking bag.
The fuck?
You tried to rob us!
The fuck?
(fumes hissing) (man coughing)
Oh, shit!
Uh!
Yo, son, what's good?
Nothing, bro.
I don't know, man.
Shit is bugging me.
That nigga should have been here already.
Facts, son!
I hope they all right and on the move.
Tell me about it.
Where do you think they'd ride off?
Oh, shit.
What up, niggas?
Yo, what up, son?
Sup, yo?
Sup, homie?
Y'all good?
Yeah.
Because y'all niggas damns sure
had us worried about y'all.
Man, I got to the spot, bro.
Fuck around and got up in there.
Security guy laying on the floor dead, bro.
We're gone; That's a loss.
It looked like somebody
beat us to the jump, bro.
And that shit crazy.
And then I tried to get
the fuck up out there,
and I seen this weird-ass,
fucking smoke, bro,
and I hauled ass up out that bitch, bro!
That's fucking crazy.
Bro, I'm telling y'all,
the same fucking shit happened to me.
The bag of money is gone.
I seen the fucking
smoke, like bro talk about.
I got ghost.
I got the fuck up out of there, man.
It's over with.
Trilla behind this shit, bro.
You think so?
Yep, I know it's him, yo.
Look, bro.
We went and talked to his
peoples, me and Brody, man.
Shorty said we gotta get the amulet.
We gotta break that bitch.
We gotta motherfucking break
the chain, that his mama had.
Bro, we gonna have to go
to where the fuck he at, bro.
Bro, we can't run from this nigga, bro!
We got to face him head-on, bro!
We do what we gotta do, man.
Facts!
Shit, bro, where the fuck I'm at,
we can take my car, bro.
We can ride out that bitch, bro.
Well, what up?
Well, that's fine.
Let's go, nigga!
Fuck it!
I killed you, Mama.
Who dared to dug up your grave, Mama?
And I feel like they real close, Mama.
I feel these niggas around somewhere.
Scared to be alone, nigga
Who want it
Come get it
Don't sneak in it
Get rap heads to feigning
Oh, my country!
Motherfucker!
[Trilla] Not y'all niggas!
Man, shut the fuck up!
Oh, y'all them country-ass niggas!
What country, what?
(Trilla chuckling)
Motherfucker!
Y'all country, dusty-ass niggas, man!
Shut yo bitch-ass up, nigga!
[Trilla] I got yo bitch-ass!
Don't worry about it!
You're a dumb-ass bitch!
[Trilla] I'm scared of small spaces!
Shut up, bitch!
[Trilla] Oh, my God!
Fuck you!
Bitch-ass nigga!
To count me in the fucking whirlwind
Stretched in the kitchen
(Trilla yelling)
Open that bitch up.
Oh, shit!
- Freeze, fuck-head!
- Freeze, motherfuckers!
Freeze! Freeze!
Goddammit!
(officers panting)
Motherfuckers.
They're fast!
Damn, them motherfuckers is fast!
Hell, yeah!
Shit!
Fast?
I bet y'all too cool to be doing this, man!
Shut your hating-ass up!
Pull y'all's damn shit together, man!
It's like you need a
different profession, man!
You're totally fucking hating!
Pull that damn tracker up!
Come on! Let's go, bro!
Come on, we've got movement!
Shit!
Hell!
My hip! Oh!
We've gotta go!
Oh!
(engine revving)
(door knocking)
Big brother, Ken!
My man!
How you doing, bro?
Come on in, man.
All right.
Bro, man.
Good to see you, my man.
How you feeling?
I've been better, bro.
I hear you man. I hear you.
I've been watching the news.
What you fighting right
now, it ain't physical.
It's spiritual.
What made you say that, bro?
Listen, man, I just know.
I just know.
How you been fighting in the hood,
you ain't gonna win it this way.
Guns ain't gonna help you.
Your fists ain't gonna help you.
You're gonna need help
from almighty God on this one.
I got a little plan, man.
I'm just praying it works, bro.
Okay.
I hear that.
Well, let's make sure that
plan don't have no fear in it,
because when you
fighting what you fighting,
they prey off of fear.
They'll destroy you if
you show up with fear.
So, if you wanna go
and you gonna fight this,
you gotta do it right.
Sheesh!
Listen, can I pray for you?
Man, yeah, man, I need a prayer.
Come on.
Father God, we thank
you so much for being God.
Thank you so much for covering my brother,
giving him the strength to deal with
what he's dealing with.
He's fighting something that's old as time.
So, he needs to invoke the power of someone
who's older than time,
and that's you, dear God.
So, we thank you for
giving him the victory,
helping him to have the
boldness and the courage
to do this your way.
In Jesus's name, amen.
Amen.
Listen, before you go,
take this with you, man.
You're gonna need it.
Thanks, bro.
I'm here for you if you need me.
Thanks, bro.
(group muttering)
Why are we rushing to our
death type shit out this, man?
Oh, come on, man!
Hell, no, bro!
A fucking, big-ass house.
Where the fuck we at?
What the fuck?
Oh!
Man, please don't tell
me we gotta go up in there?
Oh, hell no!
Man, what the fuck, yo?
Man, we about to die, yo!
Look, y'all tighten the fuck up, bro!
This the only way we gonna win, bro.
We gonna have to face it.
We gonna have to go, bro.
Come on. Let's move, bro.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Before y'all do that.
Look, I'm a hit the back.
Y'all niggas hit the front door.
However we gotta do it.
Let's just go.
Let's get this shit done, bro.
All right, bet.
This shit crazy, though.
Man, fucking Jeepers Creepers.
Motherfucking Addams Family shit in here!
(door knocking)
Watch out.
Evening, sir.
How are you doing today?
How are you doing, sir?
What do y'all want?
Look here, man.
Look, I've been tracking
down a dude named Chosen,
all right?
And his location brought
us to this address right here.
But understand one thing, he
is armed and dangerous though.
Ain't no country nigga named Chosen here.
You little fuck, we know he's here!
Listen here, fashion police,
I told you ain't no country
nigga named Chosen here.
Well, look, we ain't
got a warrant anyways.
We can't do anything about it.
Man, fuck a warrant, man!
Let me tell your little,
midget-ass something.
I know he's here.
And understand one thing,
when I get the okay to arrest him,
I'm gonna come back and
arrest your little, short-ass too!
Do you understand?
How you?
(door slamming) Mother!
This motherfucker just...
[Hancock] Get his ass back to the door.
[Brick-house] Oh, slam
your door in my face?
Man, he done gone crazy!
He about to come back to this door.
Y'all still want to come the fuck in?
No!
Fuck this! I quit!
I told you this shit was real!
Mr. Warlock, sir,
I think I got the wrong address.
If you don't get your Carl
Winslow looking-ass away here,
- you'll be dead.
- I be leaving!
Fuck Mr. Butler!
Nigga?
It's creepy as a motherfucker here.
You see this?
Fucking shit, crazy as a bitch!
What the fuck?
It's cold as a bitch!
On God, nigga, what the fuck?
Shit!
Yo, son!
Damn!
Yo, you hear that?
Mieka?
You hear that? Baby?
Yo, where the fuck y'all going, man?
Fuck, y'all left be myself!
Tre! Baby!
Keesh! Keesh, Keesh, what's up?
What's up?
Yo, what the fuck?
Keesh?
Oh, where'd you go, yo?
Oh, my God, man!
Keesh?
Yo, what the?
(door pounding)
Shit.
(fumes hissing)
Let me out!
Yo, yo, yo, yo!
Hey, man!
What the fuck, man?
Let me out this bitch!
Yo!
Man, what the fuck, man?
You that scary country-ass nigga, huh?
My nigga, kill this motherfucker.
(demon screeching)
(Tre and demon screaming)
(thudding)
[Wife] Help! Come save me!
Stop, baby, I need you!
(man screaming)
[Shamieka] Pa-pi!
Come here, pa-pi!
Pa-pi, come here!
I miss you.
Come here.
Hey, you funny-talking motherfucker!
Remember I told you I was gonna kill you?
You ain't listen, huh?
Your ass trapped.
You trapped like a bitch.
Huh, you trapped, bitch, huh?
You ain't listen, but I got
something for your ass.
Raise it.
Come on, follow me.
Just a little bit.
Come on!
You almost there.
A little bit more.
You're almost there.
Just a little bit. Come on!
Now, kill your motherfucking self,
you funny-talking motherfucker!
(gunshot firing)
Baby.
I wish that was really you.
Will you hold me, please?
I ain't dumb, bay.
That's a trick of the mind and the heart.
This shit ain't real.
Hey, country nigga!
Yeah, you!
You in the right spot.
Some other country niggas,
the pussy got them killed.
You've been looking for me?
Welcome to the motherfucking
party, you country nigga.
What the fuck you got there?
What you gonna do with that?
As I walk through the valley...
You with the church?
Fear no evil!
My nigga!
I got the sword of the spirit!
You smell that?
Do you smell that?
Gimme that!
Get this country pussy!
Kill him!
Kill him!
Get him, my nigga!
Get him!
Get him, my nigga!
Foe-za!
Throw me the amulet!
Shit, here you go!
Auntie!
Who the fuck's side you on?
My side! Only!
Mama, help me!
Mama, help me!
I'm going away from here!
Mama, help me!
Boy, your mother is in hell.
It has been my voice this entire time
that you've been speaking to!
How the fuck you get her chain?
I've been looking for it!
I done killed all these country niggas
and these dusty bitches.
Matter fact, who the fuck dug up her grave?
(Aunt Witch laughing)
I dug up your mother's grave!
It was my voice that led you to believe
to kill the wrong people!
But in fact, you did not!
Hold the fuck on!
My nigga!
Kill this crazy bitch!
He will do no such a thing!
I have the amulet, which created you,
and the chains that go with it.
Now I'm powerful and you will obey me!
Ain't that a bitch?
Demon, kill him!
(Demon screeching)
(Aunt Witch laughing)
You set me up, didn't you?
I did!
Come on, man!
Just let me go, y'all.
No!
I will not do no such thing!
The fuck?
Demon, kill him!
Oh, fuck!
(Demon viciously growling)
Gone!
Gotta go outside.
- Babe!
- Gone, gone.
Babe, you talking in your sleep.
I think you having a nightmare.
I just had the craziest dream ever, man!
[LaKeisha] Well, get yourself together.
Everybody waiting on us around the way.
All right.
Giving y'all valuable information too!
Get the fuck out of here!
I hope you got bail money, nigga!
I hope you got bail money!
I don't need bail money; I'm good!
But anyway.
Shh!
Silencio!
I got information!
Oh, my God!
I got information.
Check it out!
What?
The man is down the street.
Y'all might wanna clean y'all act up,
because they heading
over this way, all right?
Next time I see y'all...
- Good fucking job!
I want prices up!
The fuck you looking at, nigga?
[Chosen] Yo pocket, nigga!
You rent-a-cop motherfucker!
[Chosen] Yep!
Fuck this nigga.
What's up, nigga?
What up?
It ain't shit.
What's happening?
Hey, bro!
What's up with y'all?
What's up, what's up, yo?
Shit.
Y'all this man was fighting,
talking and praying in his sleep.
Yo, what the fuck?
(group laughing)
Something!
Man, look, look, look!
Nah, nah!
Man, fuck y'all!
Nah, nah, for real.
Aye, this shit was crazy though, for real.
Like, it was a...
What's up country
niggas and dusty bitches?
(group babbling)
Y'all heard about that
body that got dug up?
(group continues babbling)
Oh, hell nah!
Catch me if I'm fallen
drunk in love, alcoholic
Yeah, that pussy tops
a B-B-L after market
Hating niggas hating,
so I'll always be the topic
Paid with your life just
for getting out of pocket
If it's right or wrong,
I'm with my dogs
My bros are locked forever
Can run it through from A
to Z, we G like Jared Leto
This style for free, inside
of me, but D-J do it better
This smart mouth good for sucking from,
Your bitch, I probably let her
Yes, you told me that my style
and presence get her wetter
It's 2 V one, I'm looking
at it like she need a helper
I'm birthday gifting, not today
But damn I'm feeling special
That 38, extended beam,
that motherfucker special
Tell them
They're just stinking mad
and think you walk into a blitz
I'm making troll like a trollers
Coming hitting with that stick
It's candle laded, def legit
And nigga I don't give a shit
Not the smallest little bit
Now rest in piss, you little bitch
Ring around the Rosie
Think the Devil chose me
Ring around the Rosie
They don't know the old me
And got some columns,
rocked some pollen
Throwing at a glass
Early thousands if they
found me whooping on your ass
Notice you in solitude,
went looking for a crash
A goofy groupie never
move me, stepping out of class
We dream chasing,
legendary rocking on this ship
No, I'm never stepping
down, there's levels to this shit
You capping and you rack
it, boy, I hear you never fit
Keep caskets for you bastards,
in case a nigga wanna slip
Highway straight to heaven
if you really wanna trip
Stop choosing your mouth,
and now you're really running lip
Not the type that got the stripes
They'll bang it off the hip
I could blick her with this wipe
Then clip this steady, let it rip
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(woman screaming)
(music continues) (woman laughing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah