The Drop: A Snowfall Saga (2026) s01e01 Episode Script

[hip-hop playing]
The bass is money.
Sounds like somebody's barbecue
got shut down by the cops.
[hip-hop playing]
[hip-hop playing]
[hip-hop playing]
[hip-hop playing]
[softly] Huh?
Fuck, no.
Wack.
[inhales deeply] Okay. [exhales]
[hip-hop playing]
Yeah.
So what… ♪
This is it, Tillery.
You find out my name is Artillery ♪
Is that a threat? ♪
Depends on who's asking ♪
Oh, shit, Little Demon start blasting
Pop, pop, pop ♪
[tires screeching]
Pop-pop to the leg
One shot, hit him dead in the head ♪
[song continues]
Should I stay or should I run? ♪
Officer down, needed some help
From a nigga he was tryin' to stun ♪
Oh, ain't this a predicament? ♪
[song continues]
You ain't a Black man
Don't ever forget it ♪
So, what, you a cop
You still die like a ni… ♪
[music stops]
[buzzing, beeping]
So how we looking, Mr. Kinsey?
[Mr. Kinsey exhales deeply]
Well, I used the Isky cam on the rebuild,
so don't start complaining now
that Edelbrock is stalling 'cause that…
that thump, that whoop-whoop,
it's just a little too deep on the idle.
It's all good, Mr. Kinsey.
I know you're gonna have
that thing sounding right.
- James.
- Hey, start it up.
- [engine starts]
- [James] All right.
[hip-hop plays]
Oh, my God.
I'm gonna kill 'em on the show
when this thing done, man.
You're the best, Mr. Kinsey. For real.
Yeah, you got that right.
Yep, that's the name of my hometown
I'm throwing down in the town ♪
With my name is all around ♪
- Damn, that shit fucked up.
- [friend chuckles]
[scoffs] Hey, Wanda,
- I see you ready for the cars show.
- [chuckles]
I see you ready for the world
with that damn curl grease dripping.
[friends laughing]
No, I promise, Ms. Judy, you've gotta
stop competing with the sisters
at Victory Baptist,
or we'll never get started.
We can table it.
I'll let you deal with your niece.
Hey, dear.
Hey, Ms. Judy.
All right.
I swear, there'll be peace
in the streets before there's peace
between Victory Baptist
and those mean old stormtroopers, girl.
You're here for your cousin?
And some biscuits
and homemade jam if there's any left.
Lamar.
[hip-hop playing]
He wants to play you his new tracks.
That's what he wants me to call 'em now.
Can y'all stop?
I mean, he's 19, and he's a grown man,
but please, Wanda,
do not encourage the rap dreams.
I mean, that damn music bug.
It's not your fault.
- That boy's first words were Quincy Jones.
- Yeah.
James Sr. gave it to his mother,
who gave it to James.
I just hope Lamar's got more sense
than you did.
I'll beat his ass.
My bad, Mama G.
Hey, Wanda, guess who bringing me
and Big Daddy a Chevy to work on later.
Who?
Leon.
You better not, punk.
- [James chuckles]
- [Wanda] I'm serious, James.
Last thing I need is some grown man
standing over
an engine block or whatever,
gossiping about us getting back together.
[chuckles] Well, y'all make up
and break up more than Tom and Jerry.
- Can you blame him?
- It's for real this time.
[Mama G] Lamar,
your cousin's waiting on you.
Now James, do not change out those clothes
before you go to the recruiter, y'hear?
- Aight.
- [Big Daddy] Look sharp, right?
- You hear me?
- Yes, sir.
[Big Daddy]
And I left that alternator out.
Blue mark five sitting back there.
[James] All right, I got you.
[Wanda] Lamar, let's go!
[music stops]
- What's up, cuz?
- What's up?
- Hey.
- [sighs]
- Heard you got some shit to play me.
- I always got some shit to play you.
Pop that shit in.
But wait, I gotta pretend I don't like it.
Mama Gerty said that?
They mean the best.
Whole city's on fire right now.
Plus your brother is somebody,
so I get why they're overprotective.
No, they wanna shrink me into nothing,
plant me in that church band.
If you shrink, that's on you.
Let's hear it.
[atmospheric hip-hop playing]
- A city-wide emergency…
- …in Los Angeles for rock cocaine.
…for the murders of over 100…
Over 40 uniformed officers over the fatal…
539 gang-related murders…
…friends after a short life
in a dangerous game…
Affecting the current murder rate.
Another seemingly random shooting.
Has been the site
of multiple drive-by shootings.
The jump in violent crimes.
Officers in the Rodney King beatings
were found not guilty on all counts.
Shooting that claimed over eight lives.
[chatter continues, faint]
[music continues]
[tape rewinding]
[music continues]
[music stops]
Man…
[chuckles] It's fucking good!
[laughing]
I don't know what to say
except it sounded like LA.
You've been saying DG needs producers.
You think you could get this to him?
[exhales] Negro…
[chuckles]
[uplifting music plays]
[Wanda] I'm not a used car salesman.
I work in the music business.
This car shit is temporary.
Look, I heard your niece's demo,
and I've been making some moves
in the music biz with DG.
You probably know him from the car shows.
Wanda, are you serious?
Sorry, Mr. Preston.
Big Daddy's name only go so far with me.
And she's back.
Close it.
[Wanda] Trinice…
Looking good. [chuckles]
Girl, get in your car.
I don't know, Wanda.
I promised Donny
I'd wait till he gets here first.
It costs you nothing to sit in it.
[Trinice chuckles]
[sighs]
Touch up your lip gloss.
- What?
- Touch up your lip gloss.
Look at those lips hittin',
just like these ladies. [chuckles]
Okay, we got AC, low mileage
and the Alpine sound system.
Look, the previous owner left his tape.
It's gotta be a sign.
[both chuckle]
["Cutie Pie" playing]
Imagine everyone's out cruising
the shore on a Saturday night,
and you pull up in this.
Top down, cake from Miko's,
hair whip, biker shorts.
You telling me every head won't turn?
Especially when you pull up pumping this.
[imitates song melody]
[Trinice imitates song melody]
[both laughing]
- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.
Cutie pie ♪
You're the reason why ♪
I love you so ♪
I don't want you to go ♪
[music stops]
Fuck it.
I'm in.
All right. [chuckles]
- [exhales]
- You know, you really had me going, girl.
That's 'cause you know I'm right.
[both chuckle]
Okay.
Eleven grand.
Congrats.
["Life Is… Too Short" playing]
Take back all the things you give ♪
Hell yeah, baby girl.
[both chuckle]
[Donny] Hell yeah! We're gonna kill it
pulling up with something like this.
[Trinice] Mm-hmm.
This is my girl, Wanda,
I've been telling you about.
Wanda.
Wanda.
Nah, we out.
- But…
- Let's go.
It's a great car.
No time to waste
Just get on that case ♪
[Donny] She's a crackhead.
The car probably is busted as shit.
Livin' like a king on a throne ♪
Getting everything you want
And trying to handle your own ♪
It's your life, don't be stupid though ♪
'Cause when you waste it
You'll know life is… ♪
[music stops]
[hip-hop playing]
[Lamar] It's LA.
The sweetness of sunshine.
Beaches, fine-ass women.
But you notice something more sinister
is lurking underneath the… the surface.
Like Five… Five-O coming
to funk with your hood.
[store worker] Man, cuz,
why every conversation gotta be weird
with that retarded Mork from Ork shit?
Hey, come on, man.
- What? Y'all don't think it's good?
- Y'all keep pampering this boy, on crip.
He gonna starve in the wild.
We're raising him like a bitch.
Even James gave it up for this one.
Your brother don't know shit about music.
What he do know about is pow, pow!
Shut your ass up, Skip.
You ain't liked a new song since 1973.
- [chuckles]
- [Skip] Fuck y'all.
[giggles]
[jazz music plays]
Arsene, can you check and see if
that Five Sharps from Sweden came in?
- The 78?
- Yeah.
[bell rings]
[Lamar] Damn, it's 3:00 already?
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
You'll be fine.
Beaumont House doesn't let out until 3:15.
Just do not get on the 108.
Seriously, the city is hot right now.
Take the 40 West.
It's gonna cost you a couple of hours,
but you will avoid those tower Crips
from Leimert High.
"I don't bang" ain't gon' work right now.
[softly] I know, I know.
Sit at the front of the bus.
["M.A.A.D. City (Feat. MC Eiht) playing]
You okay, sweetheart?
I'm-I'm fine.
[horn honking]
Come on, man. What you want me to do?
Hey. Hey, homie.
Where you from?
What you looking around for, homie?
Oh, you heard us, cuz. Where you from?
- Hey, hey.
- [person 1] Dude, them fools right there.
Hey, you little nigga.
[horn honking]
- [person 2] Oh, shit!
- [person 3] What the hell was that?
[person 2] Hell, no!
Smoke him!
Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! ♪
Man down, where you from, nigga? ♪
Fuck who you know
Where you from, my nigga? ♪
Where your grandma stay
Huh, my nigga? ♪
This m.A.A.d city I run… ♪
All right. Come on, come on. Go, go!
[music stops]
[panting]
[ominous music plays]
["M.A.A.D. City"
(Feat. MC Eiht) continues]
This is not a rap on how
I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine ♪
This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac
And major pain ♪
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress
That weighing on your brain ♪
[passenger] Hey, homie.
You in the front.
I know you hear us.
I'm talking to you.
Where you from?
At this light, I'm gonna give
you a head start, all right?
Don't run! Let's get him! Let's get him!
Go!
Seen a light-skinned nigga
With his brains blown out ♪
At the same burger stand
Where… [bleep] …hang out ♪
Now this is not a tape recording
Saying that he did it ♪
But ever since that day
I was lookin' at him different ♪
That was back when I was nine
Joey packed the nine ♪
Pakistan on every porch is fine ♪
- [whistles]
- [clamoring, shouting]
With the sliding door, fuck is up? ♪
Fuck you shootin' for if you
Ain't walkin' up, you fuckin' punk? ♪
Shit.
Pickin' off you suckers
Suck a dick or die or sucker punch ♪
A wall of bullets comin' from ♪
AK's, AR's, "Aye y'all, duck" ♪
That's what momma said
When we was eatin' that free lunch ♪
Aw, man, goddamn, all hell broke loose ♪
You killed my cousin back in '94
Fuck yo' truce ♪
[panting]
[music stops]
["Keep Takin' Me Back" playing]
Keep takin' me back ♪
So many times I fall ♪
[passenger 1] Man, fuck!
[passenger 2] Where did he go, cuz?
[passengers speak indistinctly]
Keep takin' me back ♪
Keep takin' me back ♪
[gulps, sighs]
[music stops]
[inhales] You was crying?
- [smacks thigh]
- Let's go, bro.
You know, if they would have hurt you,
we would have burnt
that whole block down, right?
You gotta tighten up more.
Like, that shit back there
cannot fucking happen.
What you gonna do
when I'm not around, cuz?
I-I've been thinking about that,
and I-I think that we have
to just ask Big Daddy for more time.
Nigga, I'm not you.
If I even asked
to-to breathe more air around here,
Big Daddy liable to kick me out.
Well, you can't try?
I've been doing everything.
I've been sending tapes to labels,
to managers.
I mean, Pastor Rodney,
didn't he say that my mission is ordained?
[back seat passenger]
Shit, nigga. For 10%,
Pastor Rodney will tell you
you can fly, cuz.
Man, can y'all stop for once?
So-So what? We can't do shit around here
but drink forties and wear
matching clothes to funerals?
[James] You're not Wanda, nigga.
You ain't got no goddamn business
in the rap game.
So before Big Daddy go bad
on all three of us,
just join the band at First AME.
All right, just get some money
in your pocket.
All right? Man the fuck up.
Cuz. [chuckles]
I think your robot short-circuited.
[chuckling]
[somber music playing]
[growling]
Hey.
[chuckles] Hey.
Hey, hey. Come here.
Aw. [chuckles]
[chuckles]
[breathes heavily] Goddamn it, Wanda,
what the fuck are you doing?
I knocked first.
Besides, you're the one
who made me give back the key.
Yeah, you're fucking right,
because you moved out.
Only reason you ain't dead 'cause
the dogs wasn't barking when I came home.
Thank you, Bunchy. Thank you, Carter.
You gonna shoot me, Lee? [chuckles]
This shit ain't fucking funny, all right?
I almost popped your ass.
You sneaking up, climbing through windows
and shit like back
when you was on that shit.
Breaking and entering
for a goddamn record?
[sighs] For a goddamn sample.
But if you had a drop of creativity,
you understand inspiration
hits when it hits.
But I guess if you knew that,
I'd still have the keys, right?
[scoffs] Here you go with that shit.
[sighs]
Look, I'm sorry.
I gotta wake up early to go
to the legal clinic, so…
You wanna stay?
I don't think that's a good idea, Leon.
[sighs]
[Gerty inhales, exhales]
[soul music playing]
[person 4] DG, I wouldn't be doing my job
if I didn't bring these things up.
I absolutely did not say
let me leave the meeting.
What I said was,
"This place is in trouble,
all of their bands are crashing,
be careful with Jenny."
That's what I said.
Oh. Well, is that 'cause she's white
or 'cause you wanna fuck her? [chuckles]
That's funny. You're mean
when you don't need me to pay off a judge.
Oh.
Look, this bitch set up this meeting
'cause she needs to bust a move.
Come on!
[hip-hop playing]
Okay.
This is what crosses over,
clubs, radio, MTV, all that.
I'm telling you, Jenny.
[music ends]
[Jenny] Feels familiar.
[Darryl] That's exactly the point.
Not the right one.
Listen, Macroscope spent
the last decade playing it safe,
and this shit, it smells exactly the same.
It's all gimmick, no edge.
Which is why we should put
every chip we have into--
- Can you just, like, shut the fuck up…
- Fuck Seattle.
…for five seconds? Please, man.
- [Darryl] And fuck grunge.
- Jesus Christ.
Jenny,
people still wanna dance, baby.
They also wanna feel something fresh,
something real, Darryl.
[chuckles]
What about Artillery?
Wanda.
Who is this?
My intern.
How many times I gotta tell you,
that self-righteous Blood
ain't worth the fleas he's infested in?
Artillery rings a bell.
Refresh my memory.
He's a wild motherfucker.
He just dropped that song called
"Officer Blackman,"
about the cop who got killed
a few weeks ago.
That's right.
Guess we can call
that artistic license, huh?
Wait, wait, so what are you saying?
You ain't afraid of the optics?
What I'm saying is he's interesting.
Actually, he's exactly the kind of edge
we need to cut through this bullshit.
- Can you get him?
- I can close anybody, Jenny.
We'd have to feature him on your label,
under us, of course.
Oh.
You'd do that for me, huh?
We take the heat.
Y'all get the money.
I think the smart play would be to give
my client a production deal up-front,
Ms. Favreau.
No way. No way do we preemptively
offer that to a rap act.
That rap act had white kids
coming down from Pasadena
to South Central just to see him perform.
That's what you're paying for.
[Darryl] Wanda.
Listen, Jenny, pimp me, pay me…
I'm good.
Bring me Artillery with a new song,
then we can talk about a production deal.
Make sure to bring this one too.
I know. You had everything under control,
and I panicked.
Next time, I'll watch and learn, promise.
Since you're so obsessed with him…
find out where Artillery
is going to be at tonight.
I'm gonna hook that uppity hobo.
[tense music plays]
Okay. Done.
- [Darryl chuckles]
- [music ends]
[hip-hop playing]
[no audible dialogue]
[police officer 1] There he is.
Mr. Cop Killer himself.
[hip-hop playing on radio]
[music ends]
[Darryl] My boys are already here,
on point as usual.
As long as you keep
that sexy-ass mouth closed, we winning.
Then let me speak my piece right now.
DG, Artillery is not like you.
Smirk all you want,
but I know how to read men.
He is an artist.
[hip-hop playing]
[music stops]
[sighs]
[hip-hop playing]
[music stops]
[hip-hop playing]
Can we end this bullshit, please?
- [music stops]
- [sighs]
Look, man, I already told you this,
all right?
We already got a deal set up.
All we need is a demo now, my nigga,
then we could figure out
- whatever sound it is that you want, baby.
- [Artillery] Hey!
Don't call me nigga, man.
Nigga man.
Nigga man, nigga man. [scoffs]
Nigger.
Nigga.
Man.
[Artillery scoffs]
You hate me, huh?
Your taste in music exposes you, Blood.
You a vulture.
Look, I-I cannot be your carcass, sir.
I'd rather die in my hood,
get picked apart by family cluckers
than you and
Bob Dole. [scoffs]
[Leonard] That's…
- Look, fellas--
- Shut the fuck up, Vance.
What's it gonna take
for me to make you rich?
Help me walk on water, nigga.
Eve is all of y'all's mama.
Everyone next to you would care,
including the people you fucked,
so all I'm asking is…
A lot of people you kill,
'cause they you too.
How did you even hear that?
I heard every song you ever made,
including those first demos.
[Artillery] Do I know you?
No.
I know what I felt when I first heard you.
It was the same as when I was getting
clean and God lifted me up out of my body.
I've seen it all, and you…
something special.
But the last Black man to walk on water
was nailed to a cross.
So let me help you
find the right music before that happens.
You got a week.
I had to do it.
I guess sleeping on the couch
is one hell of a motivator, huh?
[scoffs]
You know, when he was all up on you.
I ain't like that shit.
I know.
[up-tempo music playing]
You really aren't coming in?
[scoffs] Not dressed like this.
You know, Big Daddy got his rules.
I ain't trying to be looking
like Ward Cleaver every day.
Besides, after two years
of these meetings,
hood ain't getting no better, so…
[person whistles]
Lamar tell you he turned down
that seat with our band?
[piano playing]
[chattering]
[gentle music playing]
So you ain't taking the job at First AME?
[music stops]
[jazzy music playing]
[Big Daddy] What happened?
[music ends]
Stupid-ass bullshit, man.
[sighs]
- [Big Daddy] Now, what was that all about?
- Fuck, man.
[James] Look, I can't enlist no more,
all right?
I'm staying with Lamar.
We talked about this.
That's exactly what you gonna do.
You gonna enlist,
and that boy's gonna play for the church.
Well, Lamar turned down the job
at First AME.
He did what?
[sighs]
Boy, what did you do?
What did I do?
I didn't do shit, man.
Yo…
You can keep trying to blame me
for everything,
but you can't stop that little nigga from…
Don't you ever,
ever use that word about your brother.
He almost got himself killed
the other day by the 80s.
I'm the one who went and got him.
I'm the one who saved him, man.
What's your plan now?
Okay.
Back inside, all right?
Don't make a scene.
I'm good.
[hip-hop playing]
[music ends]
[Gerty] Wanda, let's just talk
about this tomorrow.
Look, I'm just asking for an open mind.
Macroscope's the real deal.
This could be huge for Lamar.
And you.
Come on, I mean,
sure, b-but we both know he wants this.
You understand everything that's happening
with these boys right now?
I got a tinderbox,
and you keep trying to sell me matches.
Sell you? I'm not walking around here
sneaking like the Hamburglar.
Look, Lamar's my family too, and I ain't
gonna let anything happen to him.
You are my other child,
and I'm telling you, Wanda, as family…
no.
[water running]
Mama G,
is it me?
God gave this to me
when I was in Africa, this plan.
[Gerty] Then it'll happen.
Without Lamar.
[engine cranking]
[grunts] Fuck!
Look, I say that to say people don't
doubt your dreams because of who you were.
All right? They doubt 'em
because dreams just ain't reality.
I ain't accepting
that blue-collar news, Lee.
We had to run to Africa
to get away from these streets,
and now you're climbing through windows,
lying to your family,
trying to chase every D-Boy
who survived a dope game
into this music bullshit?
See? That's the shit
that got you cut in the first place.
I don't know why we broke up, anyway.
Africa changed us, Lee.
I found myself and…
you became more stubborn…
[scoffs] …use that as a buffer.
- Wanda, stop, all right?
- [chuckles]
I could see the road you're headed down,
and the shit is gonna end bad…
- Fuck you.
- …all right?
See?
Nah, fuck you. Quit your damn legal clinic
and give me the money so I could start
my music label like I asked
your ass before I joined DG.
Stop fucking playing with me.
Nah, you casually telling me
I can't do shit.
And fuck you for not wanting to do shit.
And fuck Big Daddy and Mama G ass
for snuffing that boy's dreams out
to protect him against
the shit you and Franklin
and the rest of these same gangsters
did to me and these streets.
I'm sorry, Lee,
but you want the truth, right?
I need to give up, right?
So if you want the truth, did I lie?
No, you're right.
We tore this whole shit up
and survived all the funerals, me and you.
Nobody else.
And now you're gonna walk Lamar
straight into that same buzz saw.
And when he get hurt, which he will,
what's that gonna do to you, huh?
Look, I-I don't want this
between me and you, all right?
All this back and forth and shit,
us not being cohesive.
Let me take care of you
until you can figure out another w--
[gunshots]
[tires squeal]
Hey, let's go get in the car.
[dogs barking in distance]
[helicopter whirring in distance]
Okay.
This whole fucking city
is gonna eat us alive.
[hip-hop playing]
[Lamar] Fuck.
James was fucking right.
There's too much decay on this 808.
I-I thought it was gonna go
with the synth, but it's just a fucking--
Lamar, why is your fine-ass cousin
standing outside the window?
- [music stops]
- What the fuck?
[Lamar sighs]
- [Lamar grunts]
- [creaking]
Shit.
- What-What are you doing here?
- Shh.
Turn it back up so they don't hear me.
[sighs]
- Hey, Wanda.
- [music resumes]
I need you to make a track for me.
Something special.
What?
[sighs] Your ass took a job
- with Pastor Rodney?
- I had to for James.
[Wanda] Listen, Lamar,
this is one of those moments, man.
This isn't about James or Big Daddy
or Mama G. This is about you.
If you shrink, there's nobody to blame.
What do you want?
Shit ain't that simple, Wanda.
Do you know who this track is for?
[Lamar] No.
[music ends]
- Who?
- [scoffs]
Artillery.
Artillery?
Oh, shit. Lamar, you gotta do it.
[chuckles]
Are you… Are you serious?
You're being for real?
[Wanda] This is what I'm thinking.
Holy shit.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Underrated baseline.
And it's hella Black.
What if you looped the horns?
I love that.
If we loop these horns,
it gives the baseline time
- to cycle until it resets. Yeah.
- Right? Right?
The horns will keep it hip-hop
so the funk don't dominate
at the same time, Lamar,
at the same motherfucking time.
This is not New York City
brick building shit.
This is Hennessy and a card game, baby.
We got to bring Artillery
some real player shit.
["The Cisco Kid" plays]
[sirens wailing]
[person 5] One time, one time!
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine ♪
[person 5] You better watch your back.
Five-O, Five-O.
Let's get him. Hey, yo. Pump on the box.
Get him!
You soft motherfuckers.
The outlaws had us pinned down
At the fort ♪
The outlaws had us pinned down
At the fort ♪
Cisco came in blastin', drinkin' port ♪
Got you down, motherfucker.
Cisco came in blastin', drinkin' port ♪
Wait, who's this?
[grunts]
- [grunts]
- [groans]
[groans]
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine ♪
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine ♪
[grunts]
[groaning]
You make songs
about killing one of my men?
- [Artillery groans]
- Hmm?
I gotta hear about this garbage
at the memorial.
[sirens wailing]
We got outside eyes coming.
[Artillery groans]
[police officer 2]
Throw this motherfucker in the car.
He's going on a field trip.
[police officer 3] Let it go.
It's just a song.
How do we look at our men
if we let this go?
Put him in my car.
I'll dump him in Tannerhood
and let the Crips deal with him.
[hip-hop playing]
[Wanda] If I'm gonna bring
the only family I got into this,
- Darryl, you gotta make me a partner…
- [music ends]
…at least on this record.
Did you hear what I said?
[phone ringing]
Darryl,
deep down, more than you wanna fuck me,
you know I got vision.
Stop pretending that shit ain't real.
Make me a partner on this record.
I brought you Lamar.
My money, my name, my connects.
- I will burn this deal the fuck down.
- It's business, Wanda.
I can break you off,
but I can't make you-- Girl!
[muffled groaning]
- The fuck is you doing?
- [Wanda] Fuck you!
You done fucked up now!
My people are gonna fuck you up!
That was BY. Bad news.
Artillery's dead.
[siren wailing]
[line ringing]
[Lamar] Hello?
Where the fuck you going?
[Lamar] Uh…
Nowhere.
- I-I'll be right back.
- Hey, don't make me park your little ass.
Where you going?
Wanda, uh… Wanda was on the phone.
She said Artillery ain't-ain't dead.
She said that, uh,
his family just said that
so that nobody would come
to the hospital to finish the job, but…
apparently he didn't get out
even an hour ago, so…
[James] So what, nigga?
What, you think I'm finna let you
and your female cousin go
to a house full of Bloods
after they top trophy been shut?
At night?
[scoffs] Nigga, that's preposterous.
Sit your ass down.
Fuck you, James.
[chuckles]
What?
I said fuck you.
[James scoffs]
So, it's… it's like that?
It's like that.
Yo, why is everything around here pressure
to be like everything around here?
You pressure too.
Bro, I'm trying to imagine
my music floating out of car windows,
and you're in my head shutting me down.
Our grandparents will damn near
have a stroke if I'm out past midnight.
And these… and these Jheri curl clones,
they think I'm a freak 'cause…
'cause I listen to Miriam Makeba.
Y'all don't get it. Why the fuck
can't anyone be special around here?
[James sighs]
Okay.
Okay?
[James] Yeah, man.
You know, I'm never going to know
what I could have been…
'cause I ain't never did
no shit like this.
You know what I'm saying? Like, you…
Not-Not for what you believe in.
Cuz,
I ain't even know
you had this type of shit in you.
You gotta understand, though,
if you go down this road,
you're going to see a different side
of Big Daddy and Gert.
You know that, right?
I can't not do this.
Fuck.
Let's go, bro.
I like this. This feels good.
- [shouting on tape]
- [siren wailing on tape]
[giggles]
- [vocalist] You motherfucker!
- [gunfire on tape]
[vocalist 2] Got him.
["Gangsta Gangsta" plays]
Never should've been
Let out the penitentiary ♪
Ice Cube would like to say ♪
- Hey, we ready.
- Hey, what's good, yo?
Let's get up in here.
[James] Goddamn, I didn't even know
there's so many Bloods in LA.
[hammer cocks]
Y'all wait here till I say.
To a kid lookin' up to me ♪
Life ain't nothin'
But bitches and money ♪
'Cause I'm the type of nigga
That's built to last ♪
See, I don't give a fuck
'Cause I keep bailin' ♪
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin'? ♪
Gangsta, Gangsta!
That's what they're yellin' ♪
It's not about a salary
It's all about reality ♪
Hopin' you sophisticated motherfuckers ♪
'Cause you know, they know what's up ♪
Hey, Dara.
Like her, but she keep cryin' ♪
- I got a boyfriend ♪
- Bitch, stop lyin' ♪
Dumb-ass hooker ain't nothin'
But a dyke ♪
Suddenly I see some niggas
That I don't like ♪
Walked over to 'em, and said
"What's up?" ♪
The first nigga that I saw
Hit him in the jaw ♪
Sorry, he's too fucked up to come out
and now's a bad time, so…
Shit. All right.
Just give 'em the tape, and let's slide.
Can we… Just hold on.
Can we get, like, just two minutes
to play it for him?
The fuck are you doing?
I mean, you can, but if these fools start
trippin', I don't know what to tell you.
Just like two minutes, I swear.
Come hang by Tunk, so shit stay cool.
Stay next to me.
["This Is for the Lover In You" playing]
For the lover in you ♪
- This ring means I'll always be true ♪
- Always be true ♪
- Will you shut the fuck up already?
- No.
This time ♪
Is gonna last forever ♪
This fool. What's up, man?
Oh, you don't remember me now?
Nah, bro.
Tip-Toe, nigga.
- Oh, yeah. What's up, homie?
- Hey.
Hey, OG, this is that fool
that gave me a pass
that time I got caught slipping
in the gates.
I don't care about that bullshit.
I can say I never met a girl, no, no ♪
Who satisfied my mental
And my physical thing ♪
The fuck you going?
Actually, I was, uh, hoping
I could play it for Artillery.
- [Dara] Nah.
- [door closes]
You, like, his manager, right?
- Sure.
- And his family too, right?
Uh…
Ain't no moves with me, Wanda.
Now y'all need to go before shit pops off.
I don't give a fuck about no rap shit.
These motherfuckers shouldn't be here.
Matter of fact, where the fuck you from,
Blood, huh?
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, look…
We ain't want none of that.
Hey, wait a sec. Key.
[gangster 1] I don't give a fuck
about none of that shit.
- I'll get on you right now, nigga.
- What, nigga? Be cool, all right?
[gangster 1] Nigga, you heard me.
The fuck you from?
Don't start with that shit.
- All right. Just calm down, nigga.
- [clicks]
- [gangster 1] We gonna get you, nigga.
- What was that?
[hip-hop playing]
What the fuck is he doing?
Shh.
- [gangster 2] Turn that shit up.
- [Artillery] Hey, Blood.
Hey, big homie.
Hey, run that shit back.
[gangster 2] Hey, yo heard.
[cassette rewinding]
[hip-hop playing]
Oh, yeah
You gonna respect my get down ♪
Sawed-off 12 gauge make the biggest
Nigga sit down ♪
Demons lurking down, they putting work
They never clock out ♪
Fuck, I just heard the Feds hit
My uncle Roc house ♪
Pushing up Central
Head on the swivel ♪
Chronic in that eight ball
Stabilize the mental ♪
Brothers dropping brothers
Just to get a name ♪
Desensitized from the pain
The streets wild and untamed ♪
I see a bust or another target
Slip in front of his building ♪
Fuck, they shoot off
The whole apartment ♪
Mark, system may seem deceiving
To save a few souls ♪
Gotta drop a few demons
Oh, Jesus, nigga ♪
These are life and times of a rider
Life and times of a rider ♪
Survival is vital
These are life and times of a rider ♪
And motherfuck the other siders
Yeah ♪
These are life and times of a rider
Life and times of a rider ♪
[gangster 3] Yeah, Blood.
These are life and times of a rider
And motherfuck the other siders ♪
Yeah ♪
These are life and times of a rider
The life and times of a rider ♪
These are life and times of a rider
And motherfuck the other siders ♪
Yeah ♪
These are life and times of a rider
The life and times of a rider ♪
["m.A.A.d city" plays]