"Back in the hood, man." "You know?" "Crack sales, prostitution," "When homies always wanna ask you where you from and shit" "Don't pay them niggas no mind." "What the fuck up with you, homie?" "You just did eight calendars in this motherfucker." "Smile or something." "Damn, homie. ain't you happy you about to get the fuck off this shithole?" "What do I got to smile about?" "I just gave the state eight years of my life." "They paid me 9 cents an hour." "That's 1,350 bucks for my eight fucking years." "Damn." "I got to stay straight out of this bitch." "But it's just more bullshit after bullshit." "Let's go!" "Let's go, come on now!" "Quit taking so fucking long." "Some of you dumb motherfuckers will be right back here!" " See you around." " Back the fuck up off me." "Let's roll, let's roll." "What you looking at?" "Oh, you can still get a going away present, motherfucker, yeah, that's right!" "You want a piece of me?" " Peace, my brother." " Fuck peace, motherfucker!" "What's your name and number, nigga?" "Fuck you, cracker-ass motherfucker," " I'll catch you on the street." " Fuck you, nigga." "Next in line, step forward." " Name." " Reginald Bailey." "Number." "B81743." "Sign here and here." "Keep it moving." "Next person in line, step forward!" "Name and number!" "Hey, hey!" "All right, bye." "Where you going?" "Brazil." "That's a continent." "So are you gonna take me or what?" "Fuck it, get in." "Ray-ray, what's up?" "Yeah!" " Party on, man?" " Hell, yeah." "Let me deal with this motherfucker." "All right?" "Time to die, motherfucker." "Shit, G!" "Who the fuck is this, Tone?" "Who the fuck are you, bitch?" "My nigga G, man." "Goddamn!" "Back home, bro." "Yeah, when did your ass get home, nigga?" "Today." "My nigga." "Man, come on, man." "Ah, hell, baby." "Look at you." "Sit your ass down, nigga." "Make yourself at home already." "Same old Tone." "Shit. ain't shit changed, man." "Marks is Marks, things are still things." "I'm still doing me." "You feel me?" "So what's up?" "So you seen Smoke and them?" "Yep." "Heard the nigga was in there wiling out, man." "Yep." "This nigga had all the bitches, you know?" "Two Cs, now he in there braiding niggas' hair." "Yup." "God damn." "Shite goes down a few times, man." "This nigga Tone, that's my dawg." "Since we were bad-assed little fucking kids." "This is the only nigga that put some bread on my books, too." "Nigga always had some bitches." "He had that gift of gab." "He'd talk anybody's ears off." "Kind of like what he's about to do now." "But fuck it, though." "I just got out." "I'm straight." "Heard your boy Amp Dawkins has something to do with that shit, yo." "Shit, just a rumor, dawg." "Rumors, huh?" "I'm going straight, dawg." "After doing eight years in the motherfucking joint." "You working for somebody?" "I wanna see that motherfucking day." "Come on, G." "There are niggas, soft-ass motherfuckers out there getting rich and shit, driving fat-ass rides, fucking all the bitches, caked up like a motherfucker, man." "Bitch-ass niggas like Amp Dawkins." "Man, fuck it, yo." "You know what I'm saying?" "Real tough." "I respect your gangster, you know what I'm saying?" "I feel you." "Fuck, though, man." "You picked a good-ass night to come home anyway." "Gotta get these niggas." "Aw, come on, now." "Feel me." "How you doing?" "I'm Reggie." "Sit down, Reginald." "Did you get a job yet, Reginald?" "No, ma'am." "You know, it's an automatic violation of your parole if you don't get a job." "Yes, ma'am." "And I will violate you." "I don't want you to do that." "So when are you going to get a job?" "I'll start looking today." "Good." "Sign there and there." "You did those yourself?" "Yeah, most of 'em." "You're really good." "Thank you." "You should consider art classes as well." "After you get a job." "I'll think about it." "The job?" "No, art classes." "Okay, I'll see ya in a month." "Suck it easy." "What?" "I said have a nice day, ma'am." "What am I doing here?" "This can't be my next career, bro." "Asking some redneck for a job?" "He looks like a cow dick himself." "This shit ain't gonna work." "Shit." ""And though the cup burns your lips," ""it has been made by the clay of sacred tears." "So cry, my son, cry." "It heals."" "Fuck that thing." "Shit." "When the big homies told me to find the spot, and dig a hole and bury the treasures," "I did." "No." "Move, bitch!" "Calm down!" "What's the matter with you?" "Yo, back up, man!" "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "Come on, man, let me in." "All right, hold up, man." "Stop, you bitch!" "Let me in!" "Come on!" "Come on, man." "Let me..." "Let me get two, man." "What?" "Come on, man." "I'll suck your dick off, man." "Bitch, you suck my dick next time." "No fucking extras today." "Come on!" "Back up, bitch!" "Fuck you!" "What's wrong with you, bitch?" "Back up!" "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "Let me just get..." "No fucking extras today." "Fuck you!" "Fuck you, I wasn't gonna suck your nasty dick anyway." "Get that infested ass away from my car!" "Poor ho!" "You got me fucked up!" "I'm O.G. Boots!" "Homie, cool it." "Aw, come on, man!" "Shut the fuck up." "Be a man." "Fuck!" "Get the fuck up." "Shut your bitch-ass..." "Oh, man!" "Get the fuck..." "Get the fuck up." "The fuck outta here." "Hear that, boy?" "This ain't your shit no more." "I am G, man." "The toad is back, motherfucker." "Oh, man." "Let me call you back." "God damn." "The fuck happened to you?" "What the fuck happened to you?" "Niggas jumped me and took the truck." "My truck?" "Who the fuck took my truck?" "The fuck you looking at me like that for, Papa?" "Yo, Amp, I swear, man, there was nothing I could do, man." "Them niggas were on me before I even knew what the fuck was going on." "Did you recognize any of them?" "I think my fucking ribs is broke." "Man, fuck your ribs, man!" "Did you recognize who took my truck?" "Yeah, man." "Who?" "It was G." "It was that nigga G, man." "That nigga told me to tell you, man, he's back." "And you don't own shit on the streets no more, man." "Get the fuck out of my face." "Get the guys." "I'm sorry, man." "For real." "Boots?" "Keep your mouth shut about this." "I don't want nobody knowing what's going on around here." "What the..." "Yo, fuck that shit!" "Let me go get that nigga, Amp." "Can't wait!" "I swear to God!" "Just chill the fuck out and let me deal with this, man." "What about that pig Coleman?" "Ain't he supposed to handle shit like this for us?" "Will you shut the fuck up?" "Is that money yours?" "Look, man, if we go to Coleman now, man, how we gonna look?" "After some punk took one of our trucks?" "Then that bitch-ass cop will run down to Tito Costa and tell him that we can't hold our end of the bargain." "And I don't know about you bitch-ass broke niggas, but Amp can't afford that." "Coleman don't wanna do that." "Didn't I ask you to shut the fuck up?" "We gonna handle this my way." "Definitely gonna do this shit my way for sure, for sure." "I'm not gonna handle that nigga for you, Amp." "Rock." "Rock stays here with me." "Shit." " Man." " Yeah, boy." "You see that nigga's face, man?" "That nigga was scared, looked like he shit on himself in that fucking truck, man." "I got like 180 pieces right here, man." "This nigga had, like, a whole fucking bird in his fucking truck, man." " Shit, you know what it was." " Man." "I told you, G." "Yeah, yeah, you told me on this one, nigga." "You called this one right, fool." "Damn, nigga got, like, 1,200 Gs in this motherfucker, man." "How much money you say you got over there, man?" "I got, man, look like about 1,200..." "I got 1,200 Gs, man. 12... no, 12..." "You's a dumb-ass nigga, man." "Nigga, what?" "1,200 Gs?" "I got..." "I got 12 Gs, a'ight?" "Guess what." "I'll sell you all this shit for that 12 Gs." "I'm fucking with you, nigga." "We back, nigga." "They can't fuck with us, nigga." "Shit, my nigga." "Man, I'm glad you talked me into this shit, man." "You know what it is, boy:" "lover's love." "Man, walk me to the motherfucking million dollar boys' club." "They ain't seen shit yet." "What up, what up, who wants some ice cream?" " Hold up, yo." " What's that?" "That look like that nigga Amp truck that got fucking jacked." "Want this thing?" "Hold this." " That bullshit?" " Pick my shit up." "What do you say, man?" "What do you say?" "Welcome." "Tone lucky he ain't watching." "Got a man?" " Yes, I do." " Hold up there, hold up." "Yo?" "Yo Pablo, Papa man," "I think I just seen this nigga Amp truck just hit that Brazil block, man." "What?" "What you want me to do?" "Follow the motherfucker." "A'ight." "Yo, he said follow him, man." "Come on." "Get the truck." "Let's hose these motherfuckers." "Yo, yo." "Back the fuck up, man." "What you want?" "Jamma Jammers." "What you want, man?" "He'd like to party all the time." "Yo, so back the fuck up." "What do you think this is, yo?" "Back the fuck up, man!" "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "Go ahead, man." "Yo, nigga, you ain't got to do it like..." "Yeah, nigga." "It's me." "Yo, nigga." "I smell gas." "Yo, get me out of the car, G!" "You trapped, nigga." "Huh?" "Trapped." "Fucking niggas!" "You want to make a lick, niggas?" "Y'all want to be rich?" "Nigga, you ain't in no motherfucking position to be bargaining with me, motherfucker." "We got over 150 bricks." "Better not be fucking with me." "Look like you the one fucked, nigga." "Yo, looks like Amp Dawkins was in a church war with a new crew." "Our buddy Amp Dawkins?" "Number 2 man Pablo?" "He got it last Saturday night." "So you know it's gonna get hot on the streets." "Yo, we got to nip this shit in the bud right now." "Or look like it." "Come on, man." "Get this pumped up here." "Let's go, man." "Amp." "What's up, man?" "You tell me." "What you selling?" "Now, listen, man." "Nigga named G killed this dude Pablo the other day." "G sounds like a street name." " What's his real name?" " Reggie Bailey." "Look, man, I got some real big tips, a'ight?" "Cop downtown, name of Coleman." "Okay?" "Coleman handles all the dirty work for Tito Costas." " Joseph Coleman?" " Yeah." "Coleman, Detective Joe Coleman." "A'ight?" "Listen, man." "These motherfuckers is a pain in my motherfucking peehole..." "This piece of shit Amp." "This motherfucker got me caught up in the first place." "And this bitch is gonna get me caught up again." "Okay, this is where the shit gets twisted." "This is where the game gets ugly." "Snitching is not supposed to be part of the game." "But it is, especially now." "Fucking "po po" should be locking these rats up." "Instead, they pay them." "Just look at this rat-ass snitch and that punk-ass 5-0." "You need to get rid of these dudes, man." " Get back to you." " Get back to me?" "Wait, what do you mean get back to me?" "Hey, come on." "Hey, yo, y'all ain't ready yet, man?" "Man, where's G?" "He's here." "Doug E. Fresh on you, niggas, man." "Ha!" "Doug E. Fresh every time." "Hello?" "Hold up." "G. G, it's Tone." "Hey, watch these two niggas in the button-ups, clown-ass niggas." "Yeah." "Yo, Tone, what up, nigga?" "Yo, G, what up?" "Nigga Amp sent word, yo." "He want to talk." "Is that right?" "Yeah, nigga say he want to meet tomorrow over lunch." "Man, fuck that nigga." "He trying to set us up." "We'll get his ass tonight." "Get that shit Pablo was talking about." "Oh, I'm definitely with that, you feel me?" "We're gonna fuck this party and go by Dickie Marshall's place." "Dickie Marshall?" "You remember Dickie." "Nigga used to play ball for Compton High." "Oh, that clown-ass nigga." "Yeah, I remember that fool." "Nigga went pro now." "Working for the blazers and shit." "Got a fat-ass club, mad bitches..." "You with it or what?" "Shit, I'm down." "Nigga." "Show time." "I want him off the streets." "Before we begin, I want you all to welcome the newest member of our team, Agent Douglas." "Agent Douglas will be participating in the party operation this evening." "The mission of this task force is to capture and incarcerate this man, Reginald Bailey:" "street name G." "According to our sources, he is responsible for the recent surge of violence in Compton." "Hopefully, he will lead us to this man," "Tito Costa, under-boss to older brother Emile Costa." "There are no images available of Emile Costa." "We know he's the capo of a Mexican cartel, responsible for 70% of the cocaine that finds its way here to the West Coast." "But the worst of them all..." "is this piece of work." "20-year veteran detective Joseph Coleman," "Costa's eyes and ears on the street." "Now, this party is being held at our request by one Dickie Marshall." "The basketball player?" "Nigga is tall." "Settle down." "A few months ago," "Dickie Marshall stepped in shit, and we cut him some slack." "He is returning the favor by hosting this party tonight and inviting some of his underworld friends, especially the ones to which he still has ties in Compton." "So, sir, what is the purpose of this party?" "To get the Costa brothers, Reginald Bailey, or Joseph Coleman?" "I'm glad you asked that question." "This party is your point of insertion into the L.A. criminal underworld." "Agent Douglas, you will meet Reginald Bailey." "You will win his confidence." "You will become a fixture in his everyday life." "Are we clear, Agent Douglas?" "Yes, sir." "Good." "Any other questions?" "Dismissed." "Excuse me." "Hi." "I'm Tony Baker." "Alexis Douglas." "Nice to meet you, Agent Douglas." "Look, if it's any consolation," "I understand what you were saying." "Trust me, it gets better every year." "Well, I guess that gives me something to look forward to, Agent Baker." "But thank you for your kind words." "Listen, I, uh," "I got to get going." "Have a nice day." "You too..." "Agent Douglas." "Hey, what the fuck do you want?" "Six hours." "I don't got shit for you." "Help me out. i..." "Dance your ass up out of here" " before I call Amp." " Shit." "Hey, get the fuck out, man." "Get your motherfucking hands up." "I don't..." "I don't know nothing." "Motherfucker, shut up!" "Put your motherfucking... turn around." " I just work here..." " Shut the fuck up, bitch." "Fuck!" "Get your fucking ass over there." "Thought we supposed to meet tomorrow, man." "I move like that sometimes." "Switch shit up, know what I'm saying?" "Have a seat, G." "Nah, nigga." "Not today." "Heard you was out." "You causing a lot of ruffles out there, nigga." "Cut the motherfucking romancing, nigga." "Fuck you want to meet with us about?" "Don't even move, big man." "You one snake-ass nigga, Amp, you know that?" "Y'all got to know, niggas is not cool with all this bullshit y'all pulling out there in these streets, man." "Well, that's strange, nigga." "'Cause I thought I was doing the motherfucking hood a favor getting rid of bitch-ass niggas like you." "G, shit is not like it used to be back in the days, man." "You think I'm the only one you fucking with?" "Besides the fact I ain't really cool what y'all niggas did to my man Pablo." "Y'all gonna be in this game, man." "We're gonna play by the rules." "Bring back my shit, trucks and all." "I'll fit you out with something of mine." "Okay, G?" "You..." "You gonna hook us up, nigga?" "Yo, G, he gonna hook us up, man." "Tone, you still a nutty nigga." "Boy, I tell you." "You gonna put us down, huh, Amp?" "'Cause me and Tone, we look like the type of motherfuckers that want to be down with you, right?" "Make it easy on yourself." "And tell us where the fucking motherfucking birds you're hiding?" "I don't know what the fuck you talking about." "Key's we keep hearing about in the motherfucking hood, nigga." "Nigga, I don't know where you getting your info from, homie." "Where the fuck them birds at, nigga?" "I'm gonna ask you one more time." "Fuck, I just did eight years for..." "Yo, G. Yo, G." "He's dead!" "He's dead, man!" "He's dead, son!" "Tone, I know this nigga, this nigga named Rock." "Fuck, you know this nigga, man?" "Yeah, I know that nigga, man." "He looked out for me when I was in the pen, man." "He was there when I got hit up." "Leave the man, homeboy." "I swear, my nigga, whatever y'all want." "I'm just working for this bitch-ass, getting away toward split, my man." "What am I gonna do with this here bitch, man?" "She ain't got nothing to do with this shit." "This ain't nothing but an after-school gig, you know what I'm saying, man?" "Chris was up in this motherfucker, man." "What I'm talking about." "Yeah..." "Ugh, nigga, what?" "Told you I was gonna get his ass." "Got him and his 150 birds." " Oh, baby!" " Oh, shit!" "Oh, it's..." "The fuck I'm talking about, man." "God damn!" "This shit make my stomach hurt, man." "Look at the..." "What the fuck we gonna do with all this shit, man?" "I know." "Yeah... 75 for me and 75 for me." "Ain't that about a bitch, man?" "Bullshit." "Hey, speaking of bitches, man, I'm riding through Beverly Hills" " the other night, right?" " Yeah." "I see a white Mustang, so I pull up behind the motherfucker." " Guess who come out the L'Ermitage." " Who?" "Them faggot-ass G-Unit niggas, man." "I started to rob all them bitch-ass niggas, man." "So what happened, man?" "Why you ain't get 'em?" "I'm on parole, nigga." "Plus, the nigga had the motherfucking police with them," " all right?" " Snap." "Fags." "Let's go to work, man." "I ain't seen no shit like this in a minute, man." "That's what I'm talking about." "Damn." "My nigga Dickie came up." " Yeah." " Nigga came up." " Word." " Nice on the court." "See, now, he gave it to the Sixers..." "You still fucking with it?" "You still fucking with it?" "Yeah, I got a plan, man." "I'm gonna get mine somewhere." "Somebody get mine on with these ho's." "Let me get a cosmo." "One cosmo coming right up." "You see why we didn't put a wire on you?" "Yeah, tell me about it." "So what do you got?" "Oh, just, uh, offers to do three music videos." "Patience, Douglas." "Looks like your man's here." "Here's your order." "Tone always invites us to this Hollywood shit and never shows up." "Pussy's gonna get him caught up one day." "I can get used to this." "All I got to do is work on my jumpshot." "That's why they keep it professional, rookie." "Hey, how you doing?" "I'm a big fan of yours." "Excuse me?" "You're a basketball player, right?" "I saw you on TV." "What's your name again?" "Nice try, but you ain't never seen me on nobody's TV, daddy's girl." "I don't think my daddy would like you very much." "I'm Alexis." "And I'm... not interested." "The night is young, pretty sure you'll find whoever it is you're looking for before it's over." "What if I already found what I'm looking for?" "Whatever it is, I'm not it." "You always so mean to ladies?" " Depends." " Depends on what?" "Look, lady." "I ain't really up for all this." "I just came down for drinks with the homies and chill, all right?" "So you have a good night, and I hope you find your basketball player." "Listen, um, if you beat me, I'll leave you alone." "Excuse me?" "If you beat me, in dominoes." "You want to play me at dominoes?" "I want to play you at dominoes." "Guess I got a minute." "Guess you're cute, so whatever." "What's your name again?" "Alexis." "I used to have one of those." "Domino again!" "Your ass have been cheating." "So why don't you give me your number so I can get my rematch sometime, cheater?" "Well, I don't normally do this, but let me see your two-way." "Ooh, you got the new joint." "Yeah." "Okay." "There, that's my number at school." "Alexis." "That's me." "But you didn't tell me your name." "So why can't I get your cell phone number?" " I got to call you at school?" " 'Cause you could be crazy." " Do I look crazy?" " A little." "So where you go to school?" "I'm studying for my doctorate at USC." "What's your major?" "Psychology." "Psychology?" " USC?" " Yeah." "Don't tell me you're a UCLA man." "Nah, I went to USC, too." "University of South Central." "You're funny." "You're cute." " Thank you." " Welcome." "You're kind of cute, too." " We got to go." " Okay." "You can see, ain't nobody else in this motherfucking place." "Yeah, we shut this down with the dominoes!" "All right, so call me." "All right, maybe you could teach me how to cheat." "Whatever." "Look, uh, I'll call you back." "Amp Dawkins was murdered over the weekend." "Streets should quiet down a bit, huh?" "You know, there might be all type of retaliation, so keep your eyes and ears open." "Hey, Sarge, I think I might have a possible lead on the shooter." "Okay if I follow it up?" "I don't see why not, long as your leads are solid." "So, G, what do you really do?" "What do you really do?" "Real estate." "What do you do?" "Other than school, that is." "Nothing, just school." " Just school." " Just school." "I want some ice cream." "I ain't buying you no ice cream." "You want some ice cream, little mama?" " Yeah." " Here." "You and your sister get whatever y'all want." " Really?" " Yeah." "Now, make sure you say thank you." " Thank you." " You're welcome." "Keep that, man." " That was really sweet." " Yeah." "All little girls should have what they want." "What about big girls?" "Just got to know how to ask." "Smiling." "So what's a nice girl like you doing with a guy like me?" "So what, you're not a nice guy?" "I'm not saying that." "Just saying we're different." "I grew up in the system." "No moms, no dad, no real family or nothing." "What you know about that?" "G, I grew up in Brownsville." "You can't get any more hood than that." "And I still keep in touch with my foster brothers and sisters." "I had a really, really good time today." "It's getting kind of late, though." "I got to, um, go to my class." "Got to go to your class." "Well, I guess it is getting kind of late." "I do got to run back by the office, so let's get out of here." "Okay." "Hey, nigga, where you from?" "Where the fuck you been at, man?" "Good, man, I was waiting for you, nigga, and I went to get something to eat, man." "Oh, man, fuck, yeah." "Get in, man." " Welcome to Cali, man." " Word!" "Show me some of that California love, nigga." "Aw, we'll make it do what it do." "Will tell, will tell, my nigga." "My nigga Tone can't wait to see your ass." "Oh, word?" "Oh, hoo!" "Shake and bake, baby, shake and bake!" "Leave the piles, yo." "G-man!" "Yeah, boy, know what it is, know what it is." "Yo, that's my cousin Benny from New York I been telling you about." "Peace, peace, dawg." "How you doing?" "Yo, you came to visit about ten years ago, right?" "Yeah, Nobel, Nobel." "Damn, all that weed you smoked, you remember that shit, dawg?" "I know what it is, dawg." "I'm fetching, man." "How you doin,' man?" "Eh, you see how it is, baby, looking good, baby, loving life." " I see, I see." " That's how we live it." "Sure." "Yo, Rock, Benny." "Peace, peace to go." "Looks good, looks good." "My nigga G told me you were in the Marines and shit." "Yeah, McDowell." "What the hell you doing?" "Advanced MT Unit Near to Crip." "What the fuck is that?" "Munitions tactics, popping niggas' heads off." "Know this nigga my fam, right?" "Yeah." "I want you to keep a eye on this nigga at all times." "If you don't trust him, why the fuck am I?" "Nigga, I trust you." "That's it." "It is what it is, baby." "Loosen up." "Family, baby, I'm here." "Hi, fellas." "What up, Dana?" "No worries, chief." "No worries at all." "You know how I do." "That's my bitch." "That's my bitch." "You better be smiling when you say that." "Straight chick, hustling." "Why is you always fucking with me, Tone?" "You know why, Dana." "Talk to your man, will you?" "I ain't fucking with your crib..." "You're never gonna hit this town?" "Whatever, whatever." "You and your fine ass." "Give me what you owe me, nigga." "I got what I owe you right here, come over for it." "Where, where is that?" "You know what?" "You're hopeless." "Thank you, sir." "Look, I ain't got time to fuck around with you." " Come on and get it." " I got shit to do." "All right?" "But it was nice doing business with you gentlemen." "Whatever." "And I'll see y'all next time." "Know I'm gonna tap that ass, right, Dana?" "Yeah, in your dreams." "Gonna put that fork in that tight ass, girl..." "Fucking bitch." "That bitch is hot as a motherfucker." "She's a fucking man-eater, yo, I'm telling you." "Stay away from her, yo." "G know." "Man, Tito, that shit's gonna kill you." "Somebody's gonna die, and it's not gonna be Tito, Joe." "So what happened to the drugs that got stolen from Amp's house?" "Amp said that he can handle it himself." "Give us some time, Tito." "I'll get who's ever responsible." "It's just a bad time now." "Bad time?" "I'll tell you what a bad time is, Joe." "It's a bad time when you lose 150 kilos of coca." "You know, I still don't know how you let that shit happen, man." "You must be getting too old, Joe." "Sometimes..." "Sometimes these things happen, Tito." "No!" "Shit happens." "Losing 150 kilos of coca, that I got to keep lying to my brother about." "Either you find my drugs... or my dinero." "And I want the fucker who stole it dead!" "Am I not getting through to you?" "Don't I pay you enough money?" "Take it easy, Tito." "You're gonna have a heart attack, man." "It's okay, it's cool." "Get this guy out of here, Felix." "You better take it easy with that shit, Tito." "You're getting to be my age." "Yeah, just do your fucking job." "Let's get out of here, man." "There ya go, G." "Yeah." "The fuck y'all niggas been at?" "Spy shop, dawg." "Putting cameras in next week." "Ain't nobody gonna be sneaking up on us, dawg, for real." "Yeah, I'm gonna need you to take a ride with me, too." "I want you to check out this laundromat over on Van Ness I was talking about." "Can get it mad cheap, and it'll wash all the heads." "Get the fuck out, man." " The shit you was telling me about?" " Yeah." "All right, let's do that shit tomorrow, man." "I gotta get up on my bitch, tonight." "Oh, yeah." "College girl." "Yeah." "I know how it is." "Yo, tell that bitch to chill tonight, man." "You watch your fucking tone, man." "Ain't even like that, dawg." "I'm just saying, son." "It's Tone's birthday, man." "We're gonna do it up tonight, dawg." "It's your birthday, huh?" "Yeah, man." "Happy birthday, nigga." "You know how it is, nigga." "Ass shaking, tits jumping." "You feeling me?" "Yo, 19th's gonna be on fire tonight." "I'm there." "It's all good." "I'm gonna be at the VIP around midnight, see?" "Feel me." "Still know how to get there, nigga?" "Pick me up at 11:30, smart guy." "Gotcha." "Damn, business is good now." "It was just a few months ago that a nigga was locked up in a 5x 7." "Heh, life's a trip." "Sometimes the game is good, though." "You can't get this kind of bread working no goddamn 9 to 5." "Fuck minimum wage." "I got a cool schoolgirl now." "All I do is roll to the spots, collect the paper, do the math." "This shit makes money, it makes sense." "You gotta make it make sense for as long as you can 'cause all this good shit could come to a end quick." "What up?" "What up?" "Tanya, what up?" "You holding shit down around here?" "Yeah, man, you know, you can't hold a bitch like me down, man." "You hear me?" "Yeah, yeah." "That's good." "That's good." "I had fat cats coming all morning." "That cheese be ugly, you know?" "Stay low key out here." "Keep your eyes open." "Keep this shit up, we'll make you a celebrity overnight." "That's the work, man." "I'm on it." "What's up with these funny-ass niggas?" " Low pots, man." " Local?" "Yeah, man." "He take my money, though, in dice, man." "Yeah." "Good." "I'll let you roll, then." "'You got that for me?" "Yeah, do it." " A'ight?" " A'ight." "Who is it?" "Shit." "I thought I told you punk fucking funk-asses to stop knocking on my fucking door like you was the police." "Hey." "Let me get some of that shit out your way." "What up, baby?" "For you." "For me?" "What is it?" "Open it." "So you got me a watch?" "I like it." "You don't like it." "No, I like it." "You don't like it." "I mean, you got the bling-bling icy thing going on." "You don't like it." "I like it." "It's a little... conservative." "But..." "I like it." "I appreciate it." "Come here." "Well, you got something to drink?" "Probably got some Kool-Aid or some shit." "Kool-Aid?" "It's pretty sweet." "You have a nice apartment, but it's kind of messy." "You know what they say." "The messier the apartment, the better the sex." "I'm just fucking with you." "I really like the watch." "You don't like it." "I really like it." "I like you more." "Don't do that." "Don't do what?" "What you're doing, don't do that." "Why not?" "I can't tell you why not, but..." "This fucking watch." "Oh, shit." "The fuck did I just do?" "Yo, you all right in there?" "Lexy, you all right?" "I'm fine!" "The watch too big." "It ain't got no adjustment in it?" "G, I gotta go." "Hey, hold up." "Hold up." "Hold up." "I gotta go." "Uh, I gotta go." "Gonna call today?" "I'll try." "Rock, the fuck is Tone at, man?" "I don't know, my nigga, but I know one thing." "We need to drink the fuck up, you know what I'm saying?" "Special occasion." "You know what I'm saying?" "As a matter of fact, where is birthday boy at?" "Shit, I don't know." "I hope he having as much fun as I am." "Bullshit!" "Damn!" "Fuck!" "Cracker-ass motherfucker." "Where the fuck is Tone, man?" "This nigga should've been here, man." "How you doing tonight, Tone?" "Want to tell me about the coke?" "I don't know what the fuck you talking about, man." "I'm talking about 150 keys of coke." "I can't help you, bro." "You got five seconds to tell me where the coke is." "You got five seconds to get the fuck up out my face." "Motherfucker." "5, 4... 3, 2, 1." "Hey, fuck that nigga Tone, man." "Didn't even show up for his own birthday party." "We're outta here, man." "To a land of faith and grace" "We our on our way" "We're on our journey, Lord" "When we get to glory" "We will shout and..." "They want action." "They want to force my hands on these streets." "Well, they picked the wrong nigga." "It's war." "How are you, G?" "I know this is not a good time, but we gotta talk." "Hold on, man." "Hey, Benny gonna take you home." "I got some shit I gotta drop by Tone's sister's house later, so I'll deal with you later." "It's a shame what happened to Tone." "How the fuck you know Tone?" "Who the fuck is you?" "I know a lot of things, G." "Let's get to the point, shall we, Reginald?" "You got something that belongs to some friends of mine." " Yeah?" " Yeah." "Like what?" "Let's say, uh... some product that's valued over $221/2 million." "Oh, I see I got your attention there, Reginald." "Coleman's a cold fucker, man." "Hey, Rock." "How ya doin?" "Rock, you know this motherfucker?" "Oh, Rock's a friend of mine." "I ain't no friend of yours." "You ain't no friend of mine, bitch." "I understand." "He's upset." "Well, G, I heard a lot of things about you." "I thought you were a smart boy." "But you think you can steal 150 keys of coke from Tito Costa and just walk?" "I don't know what you're talking about, fat man." "Sorry about that." "Return the coke, G." "Otherwise... you're gonna be the guest of honor at one of these sunny get togethers." "Okay, nigga?" "That old fucker's crazy, man." "Fred, tell me you got that on tape." "I got it." "So where the fuck I supposed to find you, fat man?" "I'll be contacting you." "You won't be hard to find." "Tone wasn't." "We'll see you later, fat man." "Thank you, Shetland." "Send in Agent Douglas." "Sir." "Agent." "Come in, Douglas." "Have a seat." "How are you doing with your assignment?" "Great." "You know, it's normal to feel ambivalence, mixed emotions about an assignment like this." "I don't know what you're talking about, sir." "Never forget that you are dealing with a very dangerous individual." "This is an ex-con, this is a drug dealer." "This is an accused murderer." "You're in the deep end of the pool now, Douglas." "So you take good care." "Yes, sir." "Is there anything you want to share with me?" "No, sir." "Sir?" "I just want you to know," "I won't do anything to jeopardize my career or this department." "That's good to know, Agent Douglas." "That's good to know." "What?" "Hey, Felix, my man." "How are you, brother?" "Tito inside?" "Tito, Coleman is here." "Hey, Joe." "Hey, Tito." "¿ Qué pasó?" "Good, man." "How are you, my brother?" "I'm good." "Good." "Joe, let me ask you a question." "How long have you been working for me and my cartel?" "It's been a good while, Tito." "A good while." "I'm okay." "Hey, Felix, this guy right here is a fucker." "You're a fucker, Joe!" "What are you talking to me like that for?" "The fuck you think I am, a college boy?" "What the fuck you thinking?" "Why are you talking to me like one of them crazy fucking niggas, man?" "Motherfucker." "Huh?" "Crazy-ass niggas." "You hurt my feelings, man!" "You fucked me, Joe!" "I lost 150 kilos that my brother doesn't even know about!" "Take a good look." "The fucking DEA is all over my ass!" "Look at me when I talk to you!" "My brother called me and ripped me another asshole!" "Look, Tito..." "Tito, I told you to ease up off those drugs." "You gotta ease up off that shit, man." "But now you're hot, man." "You..." "Oh, you fucked up, man." "You really did." "Look, take it easy, okay?" "Let's be reasonable about this shit, okay?" "Now, look, just give me a chance, and I can fix this." " Yeah?" " Yeah." "I deserve at least one chance." "Kiss me." "Kiss my gun." "Kiss it." "You see that bitch?" "I want that bitch." "That's not a problem, Tito." "She's G's girlfriend." "He's got all your dope, too." "Yeah." "Yeah, he's gonna meet me." "Any day now." "No any day." "Tonight!" "Okay." "Okay." "Okay, tonight." "If I go down, you go down." "One more chance, Pepito." "For you." "Let him go." "Go." "How you doing, G?" "You ready to give me back my 150 keys?" "Your 150 keys?" "What is this, a fucking recording?" "You got me fucked up." "Cut the shit." "You give me my keys, all of my keys, and I'll give you your girlfriend." "My girl?" "G!" "Don't do it!" " Fuck." " Shut up!" "Now, how do you want to do this?" "There's only one way to do it." "Tell me when and where." "10:00." "Tito Costa's warehouse." "Punk-ass." "Rock, get Benny and them niggas." "We got some shit to take care of." "Yeah, that nigga." "Yo, we going in this motherfucker to kill, man." "Lay everybody down in that motherfucker, man." "Is y'all niggas ready?" "Let's do it." "What's up, fat man?" "I told you I was gonna see y'all again, motherfucker." "She's a cop." " Fuck you, fat man." " You're fucked, G!" "You fucking snake." "Pussy gets to the best of us, doesn't it, Mandinga?" "Oh, I'll bet you she sucks good dick, huh?" "G, I'm sorry." "I'm sorry, G. I'm so sorry." "I'm sorry." "The watch, it's bugged." "I'm sorry..." "I didn't mean to." "I didn't..." "We gotta get you out of here." "I was gonna die." "I love you." "I love you, G. I love you." "I love you, too." "There's no love in this shit." "The game is do or die." "The rule is kill or be killed." "All this work for nothing, and all this hustle and crime for what?" "My girl turned on me, Tone is dead, the Feds are on my back." "I gotta start all over," "Alone in this game." "I guess this is the life I chose." "Subtitles by LeapinLar"