The Drop: A Snowfall Saga (2026) s01e07 Episode Script

1
[Jenny] "Back 2 Da Hood" has picked up
a lot of spins in the last few weeks.
And now the big news…
They're giving us an album, motherfuckers.
Hell yeah.
I already got a whole list of producers
who can put the whole thing together.
'Cause if you can't finish this joint,
I need to keep this train
moving without you.
You need to learn to trust your people.
You see your name anywhere on here?
- Where y'all name at?
- Fuck you.
This shit going nowhere
at the speed of bullshit.
You keep waiting around on Artillery
like I don't rap.
- My shit way harder than Blood's.
- So you rap, huh?
Do I?
I'm not like little Ms. Wanda.
I need a fucking gangsta in my life,
and I want you.
- [Oscar] The city is hot right now.
- Don't move, motherfucker.
You can't let Lamar
and Wanda be in there solo.
You bring me
a situation I like, I'll wait.
["Nite and Day" playing]
Don't just look at it.
Lean back.
[Leon sighs]
That feel good.
Good enough to get you back in bed?
[chuckles]
Making it real hard to focus right now.
Mmm. The free clinic can wait.
- [exhales deeply]
- I can't.
- You can't wait?
- Mm-mmm.
- You sure?
- Positive.
[pager beeping]
It's 911 from Art. Hang on.
[line rings]
Art.
Wait. Slow down. Slow down. What?
He's what?
Someone shot Keith.
Oh, my God, Keith's dead.
[police radio chatter]
No, I don't wanna say it like that.
It needs an angle.
- Was it a drug deal? I got it. I got it.
- [crew member] We're rolling.
Yesterday, near the intersection
of Manchester and Normandie,
Keith Benoitte, also known as K-Rock,
was gunned down
over a drug deal gone wrong.
Mr. Benoitte is a known affiliate of
Arthur Coleman, the rap artist Artillery.
Both the deceased and Mr. Coleman
are prominent members of the Bloods,
a violent gang
who are at war with the Crips.
LAPD is investigating
whether Mr. Coleman's music
may be connected to the murder
of Mr. Benoitte.
[helicopter whirring]
Everyone's at the park waiting.
[siren wailing in distance]
Fantasizin' 'bout winnin' the war
With the mirror ♪
Come on, Art.
You shouldn't even be out here. Come on.
I'm trying to write, but all that
keep coming out is some bullshit
about killing the same old Blacks
on the same old blocks.
Well, write that shit then
and put it on the hood.
[smacks lips]
Shut the fuck up with all that.
Shut the fuck up?
Okay.
Look, I know this is a hard one,
but don't turn on us.
I can't support what
our hood's about to do.
Ain't nobody asking you to pick up no gun.
[Artillery sighs]
What is it you want?
Peace with the niggas that killed Keith?
I can't accept that.
Yeah, you remember Tenisha Folkes?
She was 12, and Crips put
a bullet in that baby's back.
And the Jacob twins?
They died right here in front of you.
And what?
And that shit don't move you?
Not enough to make more songs
like the one that got him killed.
Crips ain't gonna hesitate
when they see you.
[scoffs]
Y'all will get 'em back for that.
Then it just keep going.
And Keith'll still be dead.
["Colors" playing]
Yeah, okay.
[Theme music playing]
["Knucklehead" plays through headphones]
Hey.
Hey.
When Artillery shows up,
let me lead the recording session.
No. That's my job. I'm the producer.
You are.
But Keith getting killed,
it's really gonna fuck with Art.
Why does everyone think
that I can't handle things?
I already proved I can manage him.
If he gets to tripping
and fucks things up,
DG gonna use that
to push you off the album.
But if every time we work together,
Artillery sees me with training wheels,
he's going to stop trusting me.
Lamar…
You raised Artillery from the dead,
but I put you in front of him.
I got you signed with Macroscope,
and once you had a hit song,
I came up with a way
to put it in people's hands.
Now you're making an album.
I'm the last person
that will stand in your way.
Lamar.
Okay.
Take the lead.
["Only Fo' tha Money" playing]
[Leonard] Why are you so worried
about this Keith murder?
As a Black man, I don't need
another reason to be fucking nervous
when a cop car pulls up behind me, Vance.
Well, first of all, you have me.
Secondly, you didn't do anything.
And third…
You have me.
Youse a cool breeze, Vance.
We have a meeting?
We need to talk about that murder that's
all over the news connected to Artillery.
- Okay.
- Look…
This is the best thing
that could have happened to this album.
I couldn't agree more.
[Jenny]
People are obsessed with the gang element.
"Back 2 Da Hood" is already going nuts
in Oakland and Detroit.
With this murder, we're gonna sell out
everything we've shipped.
Projections.
Um… So what does this all mean?
I wanna put together a guerrilla marketing
campaign only around this murder.
I mean,
you cannot buy this kind of publicity.
How fast can you get
Artillery's album out?
I mean, we already have "Rydah"
and "Back 2 Da Hood."
I'm meeting with experienced producers.
They should be able
to speed up the process.
Good, because that hair band
Macroscope sunk millions into
just shit the fucking bed,
and now my dad wants to sell the company.
So get to it, fellas.
I really like her.
Hopefully, we come in with some reels
- that are completely different, you know?
- Yeah.
- Something that kind of
- Whoa.
- You two, wait over there.
- Hold on, y'all. I work for Black Banner.
- Give me that.
- Hold on, don't touch him.
Whoa, whoa. Relax, fellas.
Damn, can't step away for five minutes.
Is DG for real with this shit?
[Cornelius sighs] After the murder,
he had security tightened.
Said he didn't want the streets in here.
Name?
[Wanda] Yo' mama.
Nex.
This is Wanda Bell.
You're good.
[Leonard] That sounds great.
- I can get some paperwork done.
- Yeah. Mos def.
We get going.
- I'll meet you in the studio.
- All right.
Want to explain why your new security
tried to keep me out?
They did? Honest mistake, baby.
Didn't feel like it, especially when
you were here meeting some new producer.
What?
That fly-ass nigga ain't no rapper,
and you don't sign singers, so
You don't think the industry's
hottest record label owner
should be speaking
to actual record producers?
Hold on. Am… Am I good here?
[sighs]
Am I good here?
Look, shit's hype
for Black Banner right now.
- [Wanda scoffs]
- And you're a big reason for that.
But how we got here,
you didn't make shit easy.
But we're here though.
- Will you just shut up and let me finish?
- Okay. Darryl.
I was gonna say you didn't make shit easy,
but you should know where we stand
by the points I'ma give you on the album.
- I'm getting points?
- Well…
Half a point,
but it's still a lot of fucking money.
Jenny needs to get
the album out yesterday,
and I just don't have confidence in
that little stringy-ass cousin of yours.
- Why you hate him?
- I just do.
Okay, well, hate all you want,
but leave Lamar up to me.
I'll push him and get the album out quick.
[whispers] Motherfucker.
[Leonard chuckles]
From the fucking moment I met her,
she started bringing fleas in my house.
Leon, Dara, Lamar,
all those fucking Bloods.
I can't wait till her ass is gone.
I… I gave you my opinion.
You should have fired her ass
a long time ago.
Nah. Gotta be slick with it.
Never underestimate anybody who's
been through what she's been through.
Nobody I talked to claiming Keith.
My hood ain't heard nothing either,
but the shooter was dressed like a Crip.
Well, if it ain't gang-related,
then it was a false flag play.
And you already know who
["One Time Gaffled Em Up" playing]
Leon Simmons,
how's life fighting the power?
- [Music stops]
- You know, just trying to do some good.
- What bring y'all here?
- Keith Benoitte.
We know the Crips didn't kill him.
If you know all that, you know not to ask
me shit my lawyer's gonna have to answer.
We wanna keep it cool, Lee,
but this a big one for us.
- Career maker, huh?
- [Herbie] Hell, yeah.
Think about it.
We got Dara Johnson and the royal family
of the Block-09-Bloods,
including your new friend Artillery, who
made that song disrespecting one of ours.
We got big rap labels
run by Mario Favarella's daughter.
And we got Darryl Grant, aka DG,
who somehow slipped our radar
from the Franklin Saint days.
But shit, he's pretty rich, huh, Simmons?
Thought you said you're gonna be cool.
You're doing great work here.
You don't need any of this
leading back to you.
Digging up bones ain't never
been good for an old gangster.
J Loco, you're due for an update.
[camera clicks, auto-winds]
You guys ever hear
of the thousand-yard stare?
Ah. It's a Nam thing.
[camera clicks, auto-winds]
This clinic is allowed to operate so long
as it keeps a lid on drugs and violence.
Be a shame if we had
to shut this place down
after all the money you spent
fighting bad cases for folks.
You'd better think about being helpful,
Simmons.
You got shit to lose.
["One Time Gaffled Em Up" resumes]
I really hate that DG nigga, man.
Killing Keith was sloppy.
Said he'd wait on pressing that button.
Guess he got tired of waiting.
Hey, look, we got heat.
Y'all stay on point.
- Word.
- [siren wails in distance]
- [Andy] Shit.
- Nigga, if you don't calm the fuck down…
You're the one who said if this goes bad,
our career is gonna fall apart.
Y'all, stop. Art will be here any minute.
Now remember, he's the one
needs taking care of, not us.
He ain't the one getting pushed out.
[door opens]
[Wanda sighs]
What are those?
You brought records?
What he means is, Art,
we know you're dealing with a lot.
- Thanks.
- Sorry about Keith, baby.
But no bullshit…
Me and Lamar in trouble.
Jenny's moving the album up.
DG's already seeing other producers.
Look, I fucks with y'all. For real.
But we gotta fix the way
we approach this collab.
It's just gotta be right.
Them last songs you played
just didn't work, aight?
I gotta get this shit out, you know?
I'm really trying to, like,
do something right now.
- Right. I do need you to listen to the
- Lamar?
Look, we all got love for each other.
But before we get to work, I need
to meet with each of you one-on-one.
I just need five minutes.
That actually might be a great idea.
Artillery,
what are these records for though?
Our album, nigga.
Some real Black radical shit right here.
Like, what's after P.E.?
Askari X meets the Watts Prophets.
- Punk rock, no fancy nothing.
- That's tight.
Oh, what, you don't like it
'cause it ain't come out your mouth?
He didn't say that.
[Lamar] Not what I was expecting, but…
I'm sure that there's a little bit
of a jumping-off point from here.
Great.
So, we have something here.
Lamar, let's take that five.
Hey, Artillery, you didn't think
to maybe call me first
before you brought these records,
so I could have a sense
- of what you wanted to do?
- Man, fuck you.
- Stop. Don't.
- [Wanda] Guys, let's just
I'm just trying to get you
to understand my side.
- [Wanda] Lamar.
- I need you to hear me. Fuck you, dude.
- [door opens]
- [Artillery] My homie just got killed.
Andy, can I get a second with my cousin?
- Yeah.
- [Lamar sighs]
- [door opens, closes]
- How can I help you?
- I didn't mean to piss him off!
- But you did. Again.
- I'm sorry.
- [Wanda] I know, but now what?
That boy was halfway gone when he walked
in here, and you made him walk out.
- Wanda, you have to understand. There is
- I don't gotta understand shit, Lamar.
- What if we go ahead?
- No, don't do shit.
I'll handle it.
[Lamar muttering]
Wait, wait, wait.
Wanda said don't make any moves.
[scoffs] Wanda don't understand.
We got all these vocal tracks
we never used.
Well, I'm gonna just take
Art's scratch vocals,
- put it over my music…
- This is a bad idea.
…and then boom.
[Artillery, on recording]
…was cursed with genocide agendas ♪
Monopolizing off the pain
That the Lord can give us… ♪
I don't know, man.
I mean, them old vocals is gangsta, but…
I think Art is somewhere else after Keith.
You two niggas are so stupid,
it's hard not to help.
Your boy's right.
Your plan is gonna get Art mad
and fuck up my album.
I gotta do something.
How retarded are you?
For real.
This won't work.
I'm trying to sign
Artillery's homeboy Tip-Toe.
Now, I'ma bring him down here
and put him on your beats.
The fuck you are.
[laughs]
Ah.
Okay, okay, okay.
Then definitely use
Artillery's old vocals that he hates,
and put 'em on music that you love
and play it for him.
Or we record Tip-Toe's demo
over your new tracks, we get him a deal,
and if Artillery feels like
his spot's threatened, he'll fall in line.
Why are you helping me?
You don't even like me.
Nope, but I wanna strike
while Jenny's fired up.
When Jenny hears Tip-Toe on your music,
I can squeeze for a real budget
for his album.
It's a win-win.
I get a new artist,
you get Artillery back in the booth,
and you can keep your music.
["Be Real Black for Me" playing]
Our time, short and precious ♪
Your lips, warm and luscious ♪
You don't have to wear false charms ♪
'Cause when I wrap you
In my hungry arms ♪
Be real Black for me ♪
Be real Black for me… ♪
[Hip-hop music playing over speakers]
Artillery, what's up, man?
Oh, man.
Can't believe you even made it, bro.
Remember me from the rodeo?
Blood, you made it. What's it like?
- Surprised you made it up here, Blood.
- What you doing here, Art?
[Artillery] Shit, I'm here
to pay respects to Big Tino.
You good?
You see the legend himself?
Still look like Verb
from Schoolhouse Rock.
They moving him in
so I can help watch him.
Doc says his guts ain't right
from that old shit bag.
Hmm. OG. Much love, Big Tino.
Come on over here, Arthur.
Give me a second, Mama. I need him.
They riding for Keith.
That shit's already in motion.
Shit is pointless.
I'm done with this murder bullshit.
So if I stay, you still going?
[exhales sharply]
I can't tell them that.
You gotta tell that to the bangers
that rode for you after you got shot up.
- They ain't ride for me.
- You know that shit's not true.
They ain't ride on the cops that
- dropped me off in the enemy hood either.
- Fuck you, Art!
You was just telling Keith
to hang his rag last week.
Because a man like him
is only leaving in a casket.
Unlike you.
You leaving us to get famous.
That's not why I'm doing this.
No?
You all this hood got.
- What up, Chuck?
- What's good?
He is back here, Blood.
The hood superstar.
Finna fuck you up, Blood.
Yes, sir. Time for your put-off.
You ain't riding for K-Rock, right?
That's what you said, right?
Arthur said he done with the hood.
I'm finna beat the black
off this little fucker.
[Tino] Go on with that shit, Chuck.
I don't know who the fuck
you think you are,
or where the fuck you think you at.
When you coming up
in my motherfucking house,
you don't call no shots
around here, partner.
Ain't nobody gonna lay a finger on Art.
[engine idling]
[turns off engine]
[Artillery] See, Dara, that's exactly
the bullshit I'm talking about.
Hey, everything okay?
[Dara] Art.
[Artillery] Can I get a ride?
You know that he needs you
in order for this to work.
I can't fuck with Lamar.
Art, come on.
He's a sweetheart, and he's learning.
He's not. That's the problem.
It's like, even if he fuck with you,
it's just not enough.
He lost his family.
- I do it all for him.
- He lost his family?
He's an asshole.
I can't be everybody's escape pod.
Y'all gonna have to figure something out.
I got on this ride with you 'cause I seen
that you've seen who I was for real.
I do know what it's like
to lose your family, Art.
I've been through it twice.
Can't you just…
Meet him halfway for me?
You got a blind spot for blood.
Maybe.
But without us, he's out.
Homie, I'm not finna keep
going back and forth with you.
Either you're gonna let me in,
or you're gonna let me in.
[scoffs] Yeah, I understand that,
but, uh, I can't,
especially not with these two.
- Man, fuck this nigga, man.
- Hey, hey.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, guys.
- What, cuz?
- What's happening?
- [Lamar] Yo, yo, yo.
- We got a problem?
- Nigga, we the problem solvers.
Hey.
What you doing here?
- Trying to make sure everything good.
- Nex, you know him?
This is my brother.
- Told you that, nigga.
- All right. It's my bad.
It's just protocol.
I'm sure you understand.
Yeah, but these two
gonna have to wait out here.
What the fuck?
[Cornelius]
I'm just trying to keep things cool.
Man, just wait here, man.
Have a seat, gentlemen.
- Wanda send you?
- Nah.
Mama G?
Nah, but look, she misses you.
Look, there's a lot going on
in the streets right now.
Just wanna keep an eye on you.
Yeah. Glad you're here.
Actually in a session right now.
I think you know him.
[Tip-Toe] Y'all know what happened.
I started beating on him
and all his teeth start coming out.
Now you do know that this is
gonna be some bullshit, right?
Man, they just shooters
and gangsters, they're not real rappers.
It's worth it as long as Artillery
gets to hear the music the right way.
[Andy] He gonna be too drunk
to remember his lyrics.
Yo, you ready? Let's do a run-through.
Show green ass how
to do this shit real quick.
Hey, this just a scratch track
for Art, right?
Yeah, but I like for things to be right,
you know?
[laughs]
Play the beat, fool.
I'm about to serve this shit.
[Andy] Yep, he's drunk.
[Hip-hop backing track plays]
Yeah ♪
Tip-Toe, nigga ♪
It's the lyrical murderer
Tactical with vernacular ♪
Gangbang specialist
Smash for dead presidents ♪
Two pockets full
Ray serving Cain in Murder Alley ♪
Learn to chop rocks with Pops
Banging it up in a Tammy's ♪
Head shots, no leg shots ♪
When it's repping time, run up on me
You yelling, "N-No" like a second line ♪
Cross Tip-Toe once
Won't be a second time ♪
Don't know what you would do
For your respect ♪
But I'm ready to kill for mine ♪
Chain snatching my name
Active around the city ♪
It's rap work, we living good
It's Granny's chili ♪
Grab a spoon Who ready to act a fool? ♪
RIP my nigga Keith
No peace till his killer's under sheets ♪
Motherfucker ♪
Tip-Toe, nigga ♪
That nigga just went Frankenstein
on your first beat.
Once he finish the rest,
DG will love them.
Then he needs you.
[James] I mean, DG gonna love this,
but I'm not so sure being on his radar
right now is a good idea, Mar.
But the shit was dope, was it not?
[James] Yeah, that's dope.
That's if you, uh… you like
playing with gangsters. [Chuckles]
["Sweet Love" playing]
With all my heart I love you, baby ♪
Stay with me and you will see ♪
My arms will hold you, baby ♪
Never leave… ♪
Shit, Lee.
Think I got my first blow job there.
Hey, look, one time was just at my office
just yesterday,
and they got all our names.
Goddamn.
I finally get out the fucking streets
and the record game is twice as dirty.
Man, it is what it is now. Keith's dead,
and they already know where to look.
We good.
Whoever killed homie ain't stupid.
Aight. Since that's coming from you,
then we good then.
I went to that security firm
you told me about.
Grabbed a few of them
Unk Mangani motherfuckers.
Well, that ain't enough now
'cause they on us heavy.
[Leonard] So what are you thinking?
You talk to your people
at the DA's office?
Yeah. Homicide is trying to snatch
the case away from CRASH, but that's okay.
We can use all the bickering
to gather good intel.
So far they got nothing.
Okay, then we need
to lock everything down.
Hey, I got this old Israeli connect.
He owns a spy shop in Beverly Hills.
They'll give you everything you need, from
reverse surveillance, bug sweep, all that.
- Just tell him I sent you.
- Okay.
[Leon] That's your tribe right, Vance?
Oh, and look, them Bloods, they move
kind of sloppy, so just be careful.
Them niggas gonna get
everything they deserve.
Nigga, I just said be careful.
I'm not fucking around with y'all, niggas.
If this shit start affecting me and my
family, it's gonna be a fucking problem.
Well, you know what they say, Lee.
Problems create problems, my nigga.
Is that what you want?
If we don't tighten this shit up,
everybody gonna catch a case.
I need y'all niggas to fucking think.
Hey, let's go.
Never leave ♪
'Cause, baby, I believe in this love ♪
Sweet love ♪
[Tip-Toe] Glock to the driver's temple ♪
The other one on the passenger ♪
Get out before I get off
I'm telling you, not asking ♪
Resist, I'm gon' blast
Tip-Toe means toe tag ♪
Jackin' niggas for dreams
Broad day, with no mask… ♪
Yeah, that nigga busting in
this motherfucker.
Goddamn!
That shit hard.
I was about to bounce.
I didn't even know why y'all wanted me
hanging around this motherfucker for real.
Oh, shit, Artillery's here.
What's up, fool?
[over speakers]
Unsolved murders turned to cold cases ♪
Bullets fyling, niggas dying ♪
[Andy] What's up, Art?
My life is a movie
Who ready for action, motherfucker… ♪
So, this what you want now?
Trying to make me jealous
using my own hood?
You're the one that left, nigga.
I don't know what you're bitching about.
- Bitching?
- [James] Hey, Lamar.
Let me holler at you for a sec.
[Artillery] Hey, your vernacular
is spectacular and all that.
But little dude,
he farted on the whole situation.
Hey, Art, you know you my nigga.
It's all love with me.
But to keep it real…
Nigga, I don't know
what the fuck going on.
This some high school shit.
Yeah, whatever, y'all got it.
[Tip-Toe] I thought you was done
with the streets, Blood.
What the fuck you do?
Just split
that little motherfucker off Art.
I seen them two niggas wasn't getting
along, so I ran some little basic shit,
told Lamar how great his music was
and that I needed him to sign your ass.
[laughs]
You done been signed me.
Youse an asshole, Blood.
You like those tracks he played for you?
No, them motherfuckers was banging,
but they was just scratch tracks
for Art, right?
- I own 'em.
- [both laughing]
Nigga, that's like puppy abuse, man.
He a little dog.
[DG] You like them, they're yours.
And now I can finally get rid
of Lamar and Wanda
and use those songs
to finish the motherfucking album.
Compilation album, nigga.
Come on, man. [Chuckles]
It's my time to shine now, Blood.
Let's go.
- Let's fucking go.
- [Tip-Toe] Hell yeah.
So, what's up with you?
This what you want now?
'Cause the way you was talking
to Artillery in there was crazy, homie.
That was DG's idea.
- He said that if Artillery felt
- Shit, nigga playing you.
DG knows if he pushes you off the album,
he gotta get rid of me too,
so why fuck up what we got?
Okay, I'm tired of you, Wanda,
everybody, telling me
- how the fuck I'm supposed to act.
- Me and Wanda ain't the problem, cuz.
- It's you.
- Okay, James, don't make it worse.
No, no, this nigga need to hear this shit.
Cuz, you always been selfish,
but ever since you found out
about how Mama died,
you done took that shit
to another level, nigga.
I don't need to hear this shit.
[scoffs] Well, fuck it then.
I'ma bounce, cuz.
Man, why it seem like ever since
I started taking music serious,
you turned on me, like you jealous?
You act like you're with me,
but I wanted you in on this, James.
In on what?
The fuck have you accomplished, Mar?
Huh?
[Lamar] Better than you.
Letting Big Daddy convince you
you was meant to turn wrenches.
- Oh, yeah?
- [Wanda] Look at us.
Now we turning on each other?
We gotta find a way to undo this, 'cause
Stop pampering this nigga.
He the reason
why Mama G don't fuck with you.
Didn't a nigga just die behind this shit,
or am I tripping?
I'm gonna say this out of love,
little bro,
and you know there's not a thing
in this motherfucking world
that I wouldn't do for you.
But it seem like you don't give a fuck
about nobody but yourself, homie.
You know we all could've died that night
at the house with them Bloods?
And then we got locked up behind
this bullshit, not to mention
you got Wanda going behind Gerty's back,
and you know their fucking history, homie.
And, cuz,
I know that shit got you fucked-up.
It's okay. Can we all just be calm?
Shit, I'm calm, Wanda.
I'm just tired of this bullshit.
Lamar…
[Rock music plays in distance]
Should be you.
Whatever it is, better be quick.
I got potential investors inside,
and they are antsy to leave.
DG fucked up the album.
- [chuckles] I doubt it.
- I need you to tell him to back off.
Why are you telling me this?
You think snitching on DG
is gonna save you?
I'm working with DG.
He told me about Tip-Toe.
Says the songs they cut today,
that's halfway to an album.
If you lose me and Lamar,
then Artillery will walk.
Only if he wants to be
in breach of contract.
I can't wait for you to grow, Wanda.
We tried that, remember?
- You're making a mistake. If you just
- Can you stop hustling me, please?
Your daddy had you buried.
It was my hustle that brought you back.
You need me.
Not anymore.
Bitch.
[Leon] You gotta talk your people down.
You the daughter of the hood.
You and your pops' name means something.
Didn't matter to Artillery.
He left.
Look, I'm sorry,
but that don't change what can't happen.
All right? You just gotta tell them
to wait. It's too hot right now.
No.
You don't even know who did it.
So tell me.
Look at me.
The police gonna come after me,
my clinic and everything I got going.
You really wanna be my enemy?
What would you do
if somebody killed your best friend?
Whatever you're thinking about doing,
I've already done it.
Yeah.
Okay.
I'll call Pops.
Lee, we gotta talk.
Now is not a good time.
[Wanda] It can't wait.
Hey, Wanda, you gotta go.
Leon, I need you.
DG's trying to take this album from me.
I gotta get him out first.
You were looking into his finances.
Find anything against him I can use?
You gotta leave DG alone.
If you have something,
you need to tell me.
I know he's dirty.
I just gotta figure out
Look, today's the day
you need to listen, all right?
Back off.
Take Lamar and go finish the album
somewhere else.
You did find something.
What is it?
It was Keith, wasn't it?
Even if he didn't pull the trigger,
we can use this, Lee.
- You tripping.
- Just let the streets have him.
Hell no.
- Okay.
- Hey, look, you tell this to anyone,
you put a target on your back and
the streets go to war, you understand me?
[footsteps approach]
The fuck?
- Get…
- Don't fucking touch me, bitch!
- Get off me.
- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- You got this foul bitch up in here?
- Hey, y'all calm down!
You lied to me.
What you talking about?
You said we was done.
Make that bitch leave.
Then make me leave, Leon.
I can't do that either.
[scoffs]
[Wanda] Coward.
[door closes]
- [siren wails in distance]
- [distant shouting]
Dara told me you come here
when shit gets heavy.
Fuck you want?
You know what?
- I ain't trying to argue.
- Yeah, me neither.
Uh, I know I fucked up.
- And I And I probably shouldn't have…
- [tires screech]
- What's up, cuz?
- [Artillery] Shit, Crips.
- Come on.
- Let's go.
["Rap N♪♪♪♪s" playing]
[tires screech]
- Come on!
- [dog barking]
- They go over here.
- You gotta go. You go.
- Hell no.
- Motherfucker!
[Lamar] No, you gotta go.
They'll kill you! I don't bang.
[gang member] Hey, Blood!
Got him.
Wait, wait, wait, wait,
- my brother's a Crip, J Loco.
- Beat his ass.
Man, fuck you and your brother!
You wanna talk about earlier?
Fuck Leon.
This don't got shit to do with him.
I used to buy rock from here.
The version of me that would…
Float in this pool
always knew something could happen.
Like I could die at any moment.
But I didn't care.
And that's how I feel right now.
Like…
Who cares if it all goes up in smoke?
I seen it all die before.
If this ain't about Leon,
what's this about?
DG killed Keith.
[Dara sighs]
I felt it.
How do you know for sure?
Leon told me.
Right before I saw you at his house.
[Dara sighs]
That motherfucker.
So he lied to me.
Dara, wait.
Regardless how we feel about each other,
there's a bigger play here.
Puts money in your pockets and
the pockets of everyone Keith left behind.
After we move,
I'll step out your way.
["We Roll Deep" playing]
10:35 on a Saturday night ♪
The mob is rollin' deep
Hittin' switches, and shit is all right ♪
Me and my homies Jess, Tee, Cat
And Special One ♪
We do it in the summer in Oaktown
It's strictly fun ♪
Check the episode and the flow
As I run it down to ya ♪
Ask you how it sound to ya
See, I grew a little in '92 ♪
And now it's '93
And, see, it's doper than most ♪
Getting paid while them other hoes fade
'Cause they can't come close ♪
I'm on some new, improved
Gotta-get-mine-type shit ♪
When the rhyme hit
You nots to fuck with ♪
The C-before-the-M-G, never friendly ♪
'Cause I never see the value in you
Getting close to me, and that's real, G ♪
So check out the realism
In words written ♪
The kitten you're never hittin'
Still shockin' shit ♪
And giving y'all a little more
Of that funky good ghetto sound ♪
So don't sleep when I creep
Shit, I'm rollin' deep ♪
We rollin' deeper… ♪