♪ I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby ♪
♪ Yeah, I know Heartbreaks, setbacks ♪
♪ Bitch, if I crap out I'm sure I'ma get back ♪
♪ I been through the ups and Downs, you know I get around ♪
♪ So to me It's all a part of the game ♪
♪ If I ain't the coke man Or the dope man ♪
♪ I'm almost for sure, man I got to take it ♪
♪ No need to say shit I'm gon' take it ♪
♪ Robberies turned homicide It's nothin' to play with ♪
♪ Make money Make, make, make money ♪
♪ When shit hit the fan We'll take money, Southside ♪
♪ Beef with the best of 'em ♪
♪ Done shot At the rest of 'em, yeah ♪
♪ Checks, I'm collectin' 'em ♪
♪ Check, boy I'm finessin' 'em ♪
♪ Bag Supreme Boy, you fuck around ♪
♪ Put a big bag on your head ♪
♪ Before the weather break You're dead ♪
♪ Let's get to it, they Don't do it like we do it ♪
♪ Nah, cop it, whip it Bag it, flip it ♪
♪ Re-up, we up G'd up, what up? ♪
♪ Runnin' round this bitch Still not givin' a fuck, hey ♪
♪ When it come to that paper There'll be no complications ♪
Ha ha. That's right.
♪ Put a hole in a nigga Right in front of you ♪
♪ Your heartbeat pacin' ♪
♪ And it's all right ♪
♪ That's how We do it on this side ♪
♪ Niggas get to it On this side ♪
♪ I know heartbreaks Setbacks ♪
♪ Bitch, if I crap out I'm sure I'ma get back ♪
♪ I been through the ups and Downs, you know I get around ♪
♪ So to me It's all a part of the game ♪
♪ If I ain't the coke man Or the dope man ♪
♪ I'm almost for sure, man I got to take it ♪
♪ No need to say shit I'm gon' take it ♪
♪ Robberies turned homicide It's nothin' to play with ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ My radio Believe me, I like it loud ♪
♪ I'm the man with the box That can rock the crowd ♪
♪ Walkin' down the street To the hardcore beat ♪
♪ While my JVC Vibrates the concrete ♪
Yo. What's up, money?
♪ But I need A radio inside my hand ♪
♪ Don't mean to offend... ♪
Y'all seen how my last fight ended...
this right here is how my first fight started.
Get offa him! Leave him alone!
I told you, stop playin' with us.
He's hurt, let him go.
Leave him alone!
Shut up, Jukebox!
I wouldn't do that, yo.
Why don't you say somethin', bitch?
Y'all better recognize.
You already doin' man. Can't mess with us.
Kanan, you don't have to do this!
That fool didn't know what he was doin'.
Exactly. Let it go, let it go.
Yo!
What's up now? -Next time, you're gonna
give up that money when I tell you.
Stop playin' with us, man.
Man, let's go, let's do it.
Get off, let me go. Let her go.
Punk-ass!
Hey, nice job.
You okay, Kanan?
Kanan?
See this? -Kanan?
Now everybody's laughing at you.
Kanan?
The hood got no love
for a motherfucker who run.
Bye, Kanan!
Kanan! Get back here!
There I go.
Damn. That shit's a bad look.
You all right, Kanan?
My mom and her boyfriend, High Post.
Where you goin', Kanan?
Look like little Kanan got in a tussle at the park.
Post is the one
who really got her in the game.
Hey.
You want me to go talk to him?
Not every kid up for the Southside, Raq.
Mine is.
Post'll be dead in a year.
Someone lit his ass on fire for tellin'.
I always liked that brother.
Treated my mom right.
Why you cryin', Kanan?
What happened?
Tyus and Antoine jumped me for my money.
How they know you had it?
I told you not to show nobody your money.
Didn't show nothin'.
You talkin' about it, then.
And you gave it up.
They beat me down.
Where was Jukebox?
They were holdin' her back.
Tyus' stronger than me.
We goin' back to that park.
Hey. Let's go.
♪ If I eat A little kid ♪
♪ Sticks his finger In my plate ♪
♪ I be signin' autographs For three months straight ♪
♪ I got jet-set women Who offer me favors ♪
♪ My face is a thousand...♪
Let's go.
♪ Need a sip Of lemonade... ♪
That them?
Deal with them or deal with me,
but there ain't nowhere to run when it comes to me.
Get yours, boy.
♪ I can rock it Like that ♪
♪ Can you rock it Like this? ♪
♪ I can rock it Like that ♪
Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!
♪ Your ears are clogged ♪
♪ Your head is hard as a log ♪
You know I can get tickets to first base.
He can't get tickets.
-Stop-- -Yo.
Yo, so you back for more?
Oh, my God!
-Yo, Kanan, no--
C'mon, let's go.
Damn, payback's a motherfucker.
Southside, Jamaica, Queens, 1985.
Kanan messin' these niggas up!
That was the first time
my name rang out.
And it ain't stopped ringing since.
♪ But can you rock it Like this? ♪
♪ I can rock it Like that ♪
♪ Yo, microphone check ♪
♪ One, two, what is this? ♪
♪ The five foot assassin With the roughneck business ♪
That's the bell. Everyone, get to class.
♪ Got more rhymes Than the Winans got family ♪
♪ No need to sweat Arsenio To gain some type of fame ♪
That's the bell. Didn't you hear me?
My office.
♪ Upon styles is what I have ♪
♪ You wanna diss the Phifer ♪
♪ But you still don't know the half ♪
♪ I sport New Balance sneakers ♪
♪ To avoid a narrow path... ♪
This could be a life-changing opportunity
for you, Kanan.
Stuyvesant is one of the best high schools in the country.
Now, that's what I'm talkin' about.
Ma, but I don't wanna change schools.
There isn't enough time to fully prepare Kanan
for the entrance exam, but I am betting
that just based on what he already has stored up
in that ample brain of his, he'll do quite well.
It's a brand-new school building
with a pool, five gymnasiums,
12 science labs, and escalators.
Word? Escalators?
The building cost $150 million.
That's real money.
The most expensive high school
ever built in the city
with a top-notch faculty to match.
Stuyvesant ain't playing.
I hope you don't mind that I took the liberty
of signing Kanan up for the entrance exam myself.
But there's still paperwork that requires your signature.
Thank you.
There's no limit to your potential, Kanan,
and there's nothing worse than squandered talent.
-What?
You're takin' that test,
and you're goin' to that school.
I like it here.
I'd have to take the bus all the way down
to Sutphin and take the E.
Ain't nobody tryin' to do all that.
Besides, I'm doin' good here. Why we gotta go switchin' up?
Because there is a better plan for you, a bigger world.
Ah.
That's me right there.
It's the only shit I ever liked in school.
My girl Cassiopeia,
she got put up here as punishment.
Rolled up on Poseidon and said
she was finer than his mermaids,
so he threw her up in the sky,
spins around the North Pole for eternity.
Old girl's just holdin' on,
always about to fall off the throne.
That's real right there.
Look, I got a plan for you, Kanan.
And this new school, it figures in just right.
So you gonna take that test,
you're gonna get into that school downtown,
you're gonna go to college,
and you're gonna become a CEO or some shit.
Okay, you about to live a life
that people 'round here only dream about.
But I'd be away from you, Ma.
Your life is my life.
You fly, I fly.
I gotta go. I love you.
♪ For the father ♪
♪ Waits over the way ♪
♪ To prepare us ♪
♪ A dwelling place there ♪
♪ In the sweet... ♪
You hear that?
You feel that?
My cousin Jukebox can sing.
But that voice gon' fool yo ass
'cause you never knew a nigga harder than Jukebox,
and I ain't never loved nobody harder neither.
Juke, everything.
♪ We shall meet ♪
♪ On that beautiful shore ♪
Thanks.
Kanan.
What's up, Davina?
I saw your mom in the hallway earlier today.
She's so pretty.
Davina Harrison.
To me, Davina was the dopest girl
on the Southside, no question.
See, Davina didn't even know she was a dime,
which only made her that much finer.
Any time she looked in my direction,
I damn near forgot my own name.
Look at me.
Nigga can't even speak.
And you got them same genes.
Look, I ain't never really seen a good picture of my pops.
He might be crazy ugly, I don't know.
Look, everybody says he used to, like,
run the hood back in the day,
and they don't let ugly dudes do that.
And you cute already anyway.
Next!
You up.
-Huh? -Y-you, uh...
You--yeah.
Yo, what up, Jukebox?
The crew. My people.
Fuck that food shit. Give me a--give me a beat.
Oh, word?
♪ Uh ♪
♪ You bitch legs open up For a nigga like me ♪
♪ I be shootin' y'all niggas Like my name Spike Lee ♪
♪ I was voted most likely To be a champ like Ali ♪
♪ And murder any motherfucker Who try to slight me ♪
You can't teach that shit, nigga!
Come on. That's God-given.
That's touched by a angel.
That's off the dome, nigga.
I'm not gonna lie, Famous.
That's not the worst rhyme you've ever spit.
Thanks?
Sean "Puerto Rican Famous"
Figueroa.
But we just called him "Famous"
because when he was in the third grade,
he won some contest to read a poem he wrote
on the radio.
That shit was garbage, but that's my nigga.
Every school got a Davina Harrison,
and every Davina Harrison in every school
got a boyfriend like Buck Twenty,
the smoothest, best-dressed dude
around the way.
Fuck Buck Twenty.
How long you been tryin' to get with her?
Since second grade?
How long she been playing you to the left?
First grade.
Maybe you should move on.
Juke, I ain't never movin' on.
How the fuck did Born Ready get hit?
They savior he cipher squared wisdom gods.
There go my Uncle Lou-Lou,
my mom's youngest brother and right hand
up in this muhfucker.
If there shit that need doin',
Uncle Lou-Lou'll get it done, and get it done right.
Up on knowledge, culture power.
Oh, and they talkin' in code...
or some top secret shit.
That's why you don't know what they sayin'.
So mind your own damn bidness.
No one gone to the essence, but Born Ready, he caught one.
-But where he at? -He in here.
What's good? Yo.
They just ran up on us and blazed.
Four dudes.
E-Z, Trace, and L-Mack got away,
but Ready got hit in the leg.
Shit burns.
Marvin, what the fuck happened?
Got him in the meat.
Ready'll be a'ight.
Where you been?
Nigga hungry.
Uncle Marvin.
My mom's older brother.
That nigga never miss a opportunity
to miss a opportunity.
But he loyal.
And tough.
And he always eatin'.
'Nique tryin' to muscle his way
onto our corners again.
We need to push back. He need to feel us.
You want us take it to the street, it'll be taken.
Nah, we barely comin' out this drought.
We don't need a war right now.
It ain't about what we need, sis.
It's about what we got.
We can't let him body us,
especially when business so tight.
And we gettin' elbowed down at Lanes.
-Since when? Couple weeks.
Harlem niggas is movin' in.
And I'm just hearin' about it now?
I just heard about it.
It's accurate.
You runnin' distro downtown, right?
Then run it.
Now I gotta go deal with this bullshit.
We got your hospital bill.
Thanks.
Can't sleep on this hospital applesauce, yo.
♪ Whoo ♪
♪ Oh... ♪
Oh...come on.
Shoot, shoot, shoot. Yes!
Come on, come on, come on--
Ryu 'bout to fuck you up!
Chun-Li's making you her bitch.
Blocks and weaves, blocks and weaves...
Ooh...oh!
Ah! Ooh!
Oh! Boy.
My bitch.
That's some bullshit. You know this shit fake.
Let's do it again.
Wanna go for round two?
Yeah.
That's Unique.
Biggest drug dealer on the Southside.
Niggas wanna be him or be down with him.
That shit's bulletproof.
Unique's got a dude in Utah who armors up
all his rides for him.
I didn't know Unique put Buck on.
Yo, we lookin' for Hugo.
Uh, not here.
Any idea when he'll be back?
Hugo's taking a mental health day.
I told you, I'm done with green apples.
My nutritionist says only citrus
for the rest of the year. Where are my tangerines?
And who are you?
My sister and I, we got bidness with, uh, Hugo.
Oh, Hugo's business is my business.
I'm the club's new publicist.
Well, this ain't about publicity.
Everything's about publicity.
Wait, I know who you are.
You're the drug dealer.
You're the one who made a deal with Hugo
to sell your blow here.
Your coke's all stepped on and dirty--ghetto shit.
It's a bad look for the club.
Going forward, we're gonna be using my source.
I bet you won't.
Let me get at her for a sec, Raq.
Yeah, this bitch doesn't know who she's fuckin' with.
Who you calling a bitch?
-You, bitch. Raq.
-Let me handle it.
I'm not the one.
Know this.
Your sister needs to chill the fuck out.
She needs to know I'm not
some scared-ass white girl, honey.
Let me holler at you for a sec.
She's the worst.
Well, she 'bout to get her ass beat.
Tears will not be shed.
Symphony Bosket.
That's a hell of a name.
Well, I'm a hell of a guy.
Raquel Thomas. People call me Raq.
You new?
I'm just working here Tuesdays and Thursday nights.
Got class all the others.
Oh, what you learnin', Symphony?
I'm getting my master's up at City College.
-Urban planning. -Well, I'm urban.
I like plans.
Might just have some shit to talk about, then.
Yo, Raq.
We're gonna get at Hugo later.
I'll see you 'round, Symphony.
I'm gonna look forward to that.
Lamont's Diner.
That's our spot.
Dinner every Wednesday night for as long as I can remember.
Best memories I got.
Okay, Lou-Lou. He's not?
No. Who funnier?
I mean, the bald one.
Oh, we not even talkin' about that.
Like I said-- Just saying--
Look, look, I'm-I'm just telling you all,
though, for real, Juke,
you was killin' at choir practice today, for real.
-For real. -My girl's a star.
Yo, Juke ain't no joke, baby. That's right, B.
-Oh, that was a good one.
Well, your ma's been tellin' me about this Stuyvesant test.
That's dope. It's good. New building, what?
It's a new building where... got a bunch of labs,
pools, escalators.
Who got labs?
Look, the principal over at the high school
wants him to take that test
to get into the school downtown.
Now, it's supposed to be the best high school
-in the city. -What city?
How come, uh, the principal never stepped to you
-about this, Juke? She did.
But you said it was gonna be a waste of time,
that all them white folks down there
was never gon' give me a real chance.
I mean, that sounds some shit I'd say.
-Yeah, exactly.
Look, okay, well, take the test now, then.
I'm too old.
Fuck it, then. I mean, arts and science
is good enough for us, good enough for my daughter.
That shit wasn't good enough for us, Marvin.
-That's the point. Whatever.
That's us.
Whole fam.
-Hey, yo! -Doin' our thing.
-Yo, Fame! -Thomases.
What up? What's goin' on, man?
Hey, hey, what's the word, Thomas family?
Yo, so how much you payin' this fine-lookin' woman
to walk around with you, Famous?
'Cause I know she ain't kickin' it with you for free.
That's my sister, Jessica.
Oh, didn't even know you had a sister.
I've been livin' with my father in Baltimore.
Up here now to work and go to school.
Oh, nothing I love more than a working girl.
Somehow, it doesn't surprise me that you love working girls.
Oh, sh--
Thirty seconds in, and she already out your league.
Pull up a couple seats. I got dinner.
No, we cool, we was just passing through, Mrs. Raq.
-I just wanted to say "hi." Famous.
You really gonna sit here and act like it's a coincidence
-that you showed up? -For real.
You know this our spot and time.
-Sit down. Right.
I mean, if y'all insisting.
Hey, no one insisting on shit, nigga.
Are you eatin' or not?
I'm eatin'.
Whoa, whoa.
Ha.
Dude, we know you. Ain't no time
to be poor, right? It's cool to be poor.
Cool?
-Hey. -Hey.
I'm Lou. Jessica.
What's the day's mathematics?
Power understanding off the corners.
Wisdom and knowledge from the other spots.
We down.
The price of jumbos dropped.
Had to keep up with the Joneses.
You not cold?
Yo.
Yo. What up?
Yo, I don't want your uncle messin' with my sister, man.
-Fame. -She not built for this shit.
Yo, you been wantin' to be a part of our family
since you was, like, four years old, Famous.
Hey, maybe this is finally your way in.
-You know what I mean? Word.
-Love, marriage. -Yeah, maybe.
In-laws. Exactly, Juke.
-Down!
You okay?
-Yeah. -You okay?
I'm good. -You two?
Yeah. -Lou-Lou, good?
We good. I'm good.
Yo, you all right?
That's probably the bravest thing
any dude's ever done for me.
You hangin' with the wrong dudes.
-Clearly.
Yo. That's Five-O. Let's be out.
Yo, Famous, get in the car.
You okay?
Yeah.
I know who shot at us tonight.
You don't know what you know, Kanan.
Hmph. Yeah, I know more than you think I do.
I'm handling it.
We good.
That secret language you talk with Uncle Marv and Lou-Lou,
all that wisdom, cipher, understanding stuff,
it's Supreme mathematics and alphabet.
I heard some Five Percenters using it.
You always talkin' numbers outside of Lamont's.
"Power understanding" is 53.
"Wisdom knowledge," 21.
Ma, I'm telling you, I know stuff.
Look, you need to stay out grown folks' business.
Okay, I told you, I'ma deal with what happened tonight.
Okay, you just focus on this test and school.
You handle your job, I'll handle mine.
No, but what if something happens to you?
That was just a message. They weren't tryin' to hit me.
But what if they did and you were gone?
-What happens to me?
You'd go live with your grandmother.
-That's one of the reasons
I rented her that house.
So you always have a place to go.
I don't want you to die.
Go to bed.
I seen my life flash in front of my eyes last night.
Well, that's not much to see.
Fuck you, Juke.
Hey, what was Raq talkin' about last night
when you got home?
She say she gonna fix it.
Then she gonna fix it.
Guess you won't have to worry about this shit no more.
You gonna be at your fancy school
next year downtown.
Test tomorrow.
Yo, if it was me,
I'd fuck up that special test shit on purpose.
I ain't goin' to school with them fuckin' crackers.
Nigga, the only special test
you ever gonna take is the one to make sure
you ain't got that HIV from Toya Hutchinson.
I used a jimmy hat, a'ight?
Word?
I pulled out early, nigga! Damn!
You just stupid, Famous. That's all.
I guess.
You came at me and my family last night, 'Nique.
Wasn't tryin' to hurt nobody, Raq.
Niggas are just buckin' off in the air,
tryin' to get your attention
to motivate this parley right here.
Your brother would've never done shit like that.
Yeah, maybe not.
You see, Ronnie's upstate for the rest
of his natural life,
and I'm runnin' the show right now,
so I do what I wanna do.
You also bum rushed my dudes on 145th.
Listen, my niggas got a little wild,
but they've been checked.
But look, Raq,
High Post and my brother had an agreement
that those blocks above 139th is a demilitarized zone.
No man's land.
When your little peoples ran in there,
snatched that up without checkin' in.
'Sup with that?
Post's deals ain't my deals.
You know, you must really miss Post.
Bein' that you two were just so madly in love and shit.
Post used to say,
"Once you're on your knees, it's damn near impossible
to get back on your feet."
I ain't gettin' on my knees, 'Nique.
Not for you or no man.
You take 140 to 143,
I get 144 to Sutphin.
-Why you get the extra block? -Look.
We can go head up in this motherfucker, 'Nique.
No matter where you were aimin',
you took a shot at me and mines last night.
My peoples are ready to throw the fuck down.
You can't afford the war right now, Raq.
You hurtin' just like me.
Well, outta my pain comes strength, nigga.
140 to 143.
Word is bond.
You know, that's a fly-ass jacket right there, B.
You bring that to the shop, and we can
-tighten that up for you. Mm-hmm.
-What the fuck is that? -Come here, baby.
Ah--
What the fuck is that smell?
How you just gonna stop?
Bella?
Did you go poopy?
Hey, get me some water, yo.
Where are you, Bella, baby?
They said you got a break halfway through.
Thanks.
You're gonna crush this, baby.
You have three hours to complete the exam.
You may open your test booklets and begin the exam...
Now.
Good luck.
Niggas defined by the choices they make.
And my choice has always been clear as hell.
My moms over everything.
Especially some downtown school
with a bunch of white niggas.
Medium well.
No doubt.
Test went quick.
Knew the answers before I even sat down.
Hey, uh...
saw Buck on your mom's corner on the way over.
140th.
Damn, this nigga takin' shots at us at the diner,
now he takin' corners too?
I thought you told Juke your mom was gonna fix that.
We gonna handle it.
My brother got some gats hidden around the crib.
D-Wiz.
D the one givin' Famous the beat on the table
back in my old school.
Lot of fake tough guys around the way.
Niggas who act like they got heart,
but bitch up when shit get hot.
That wasn't D-Wiz.
D always with whatever, whenever.
That's my man.
Let's do this.
♪ Back to life, Back to reality ♪
♪ Back to the here and now, Oh yeah ♪
♪ Tell me maybe I Could be there for you ♪
♪ However do you want me ♪
♪ However do you need me, how ♪
♪ However do-- ♪
He got caught by his parents.
-with a girl in his room. -No way. Are you kidding?
What's up?
Can we help you?
Oh, shit, uh, this is Laverne.
We met at the choir competition at City Center last week.
You go to Spence, right?
You're, uh, you're in my friend Alex's class.
Nah.
Where do you go to school?
Jamaica.
The island, Jamaica?
Oh, my God. Um, Queens.
Jamaica, Queens.
Laverne and I are working on a duet together
for the Deb Ball.
It's like a...
exchange program thingy.
I'll call you guys later.
-What the heck was that? - I don't know.
God, the Deb Ball's this thing
that happens every year
for rich white girls to be, like,
presented to rich white guys.
Rich Black people have that too.
Jack and Jill or some shit.
Not that I've ever been invited.
Come with me to mine, then.
Nobody want me there.
I want you there.
Come on, come on, come on.
Yo, um, what's up with the mutt?
Tumor in his spine.
Can't use his rear legs no more.
Yo, well, never give up on family.
No doubt.
Yo, uh, Hugo say we good.
Back up at Lanes again. Own the spot.
He also was talkin' some crazy shit
about the new white girl up in there.
And, uh, and her dog and a fuckin' microwave.
What white girl?
You're so pretty.
Yeah.
You're shaking.
I get it. I get it.
♪ And this is how The story goes ♪
♪ Brothers are amused By other brothers' reps ♪
♪ But the thing they know best Is where the gun is kept ♪
'Cause in the night You'll feel fright... ♪
Let me get five red caps, yo.
♪ Wanna do a dance or two ♪
♪ 'Cause they could maybe bust you for self ♪
♪ Or with a crew ♪
Let me see cash.
♪ He could pop you And jet ♪
♪ Without a getaway car ♪
♪ And some might say That he's a dummy ♪
♪ But he's stickin' you And takin' all of your money ♪
♪ It's a daily operation ♪
♪ He might be loose In the park ♪
♪ Or lurkin' At the train station ♪
♪ Mad brothers know his name ♪
♪ So he thinks he got A little fame... ♪
Look at this.
Postin' up on my mom's corner? That's straight-up disrespect.
Let me get the strap.
I'm using the other one.
I don't know what the fuck you niggas is holdin'.
Mm-mm.
I ain't goin' out there naked, man.
Fuck that--what am I gonna do
when they start shootin' back at us, huh?
Yell at them?
Man, look, y'all lay back.
Me and D'll do this.
Wait here.
Hmph.
The fuck you want, Kanan?
Oh, shit!
Oh--
Who shot him?
Me or you?
Nigga tryin' to speak.
Buck Twenty the first nigga
I ever pointed a gun at.
You never forget that shit.
-It stay with you.
It live with you.
Yo! Five-O!
Kanan, let's go, man!
It's been a minute since anybody
asked me out on a date.
I know I'm not the kind of brother
you probably mess with.
I'm in a...
specific line of work, Symphony.
Not everybody can get down.
If it's not a problem for you, it's not a problem for me.
So urban planning?
What do I need to know?
Oh, man. How much time you got?
How 'bout when Robert Moses
built the Cross Bronx in the '40s,
he moved out 5,000 low-income families?
Just threw them in the street.
But if he'd run the expressway along Crotona Park
like a lot of people told him to,
only, like, 50 families would have had to go.
I've never even heard of Robert Moses.
Pretty much the architect of the whole damn city
and Westchester and Long Island and Rockland County.
Lotta people, including me,
think he destroyed those spots.
But I tell you all that
because that right there is urban planning.
It's where policy and design intersect.
-Look what you done started.
I like brothers with bigger ideas than me.
Kanan.
I'm sorry. I gotta go.
-For dinner. -No, but I asked you out.
I had squashed it, Kanan.
It was done. Over. We made that peace.
Ma, he tried to kill you!
Then they was just on your corner,
disrespectin' you? Hell no!
I gave him those corners.
Why-why would you do that?
-Great question. -Here we go.
You wanna start your own shit?
Make your own calls? Have at it, nigga.
But if the past taught us anything,
it's that you not made to sit in this seat,
to walk in these fuckin' shoes.
So how 'bout you shut the fuck up
and let me speak to my son?
That your blood?
No, it's the other kid.
Yeah. The dead kid.
So just so we clear,
you and your friends killed that boy
for a corner I already gave up.
-I didn't know you gave it up. Exactly.
You don't know, but you think you do.
You all do.
And where the fuck was you at
when all this stupidness was goin' down?
Choir practice.
Singing.
She was singin'.
Ma, I wanna help you.
You wanna help me? -Yes!
Go to that school and get the fuck up outta here!
You coulda sent me to live with grandmoms
a long time ago!
Schools out there is safe, is good, but you ain't do that.
You kept me right here next to you
'cause this is all we got.
I'm here because you wanted me here!
And now you tryin' to send me to some spot downtown, right?
So I can go to college, get some corny-ass job,
and raise up off the block forever?
Leave you here alone?
Which one is it, Ma?
Am I stayin' here, or am I goin'?
For real, you need to make up your mind.
Go to your room.
I'm grown.
I don't think you can tell me to do that no more.
You must be out your damn mind.
Somebody gotta fly that flag and have your back.
That's what I did.
Ma, that's who I am!
No, no, no, I tell you who you are, Kanan,
not the other way around!
I am your mother!
That sweatshirt gotta go, Raq.
Go take it off.
Yo, you gotta burn that shit.
Come on.
'Nique gonna hit us back.
Sh--
Look, Ma--
Not nearly that time yet, Kanan.
Not even close.
Go take out the garbage and get back up to your room.
Gonna take you to your grandmother's.
Maybe you were right.
Maybe I should've sent you out there from the rip.
Yo, Kanan!
Kanan!
I'm good, I'm good.
I'm not hit.
Every hood got a cop like Malcolm Howard.
Act like he own the streets.
Like we all answer to his ass.
Like he the biggest gangster around the way.
But it ain't that simple.
It ain't never that simple.
Looks like baby boy's balls dropped.
The block's the same, him and his boys,
they got prices on their heads.
Yeah, well...
block's got it wrong.
Maybe you should, uh, get out while you still can.
They hit the wrong house.
Just a fucked up mistake.
Hmm. That's your story. You're stickin' to it?
That's the one.
You spinnin' that same shit?
My son don't got nothing to say to you.
Watch your back, Raquel.
And keep them eyes open, B.
Yo, let us through, man, we family.
Yo, Raq.
You a'ight?
Guns wasn't pointed in the air this time.
It's your first crime scene, Burke.
What do you got?
Nine-millimeter shell casings.
Some sort of SMG.
Gonna run ballistics, see if we can match it.
Ah, you all sleuthing up in this motherfucker, huh?
Just doin' my job.
Yeah, well, I hope you're a good swimmer.
The gat that squeezed that shit out
it's already at the bottom of Baisley Pond.
Shit's scary, right?
Psh. Shit's so scary, I didn't even have time to be scared.
I'm glad they missed.
Yeah, me too.
Yo.
Where was you at earlier?
White girl?
You know I'd never tell you how to raise your son, Raq.
But them fools is comin' for Kanan.
And no escalator in no school is gonna save him from that.
Neither is his mama.
For Buck's family.
Sss.
We had a truce, Raq,
that your boy and his crew violated.
Now, you think a grip of cash for Buck's family
gonna nearly fix that, Raq?
If our word don't count, this whole shit falls apart.
You know that.
Speakin' on violations.
You came after my son last night--
where we stay at.
And we gonna keep comin', Raq.
You see, I got money on all them niggas' heads
until you and I come to an agreement.
Or until we don't need to no more.
Now, look.
I want all them corners.
No compromise, no split,
no nothing.
They all comin' to me now.
See, look.
My crew's lookin' at me like...
if I don't bring somethin' back real for Buck,
they gonna start wantin' answers to questions
people in our position don't ever wanna be asked, Raq.
Kanan's not to be touched.
I'll dead the bounty.
I can only control what I can control.
See, Buck's got a lot of people on the Southside, Raq.
And I can't be held responsible
for random niggas wantin' to take matters
into they own hands.
Kanan's not in this.
Kanan's you and Def Con's boy, Raq.
That nigga been in this shit
before he was even in this shit.
That's why I always say this hustle right here
ain't for the broads, Raq.
'Cause you see, in this shit,
you can't give a fuck about nobody or nothing
more than your business.
Distractions make you weak. Make you blink.
You don't care about your son
any less than I care about Kanan.
Listen.
Jerome's my heart,
but he ain't live inside of me.
He didn't come out of me, Raq.
You see, you and Kanan connected in a way
me and Jerome just never will be, Raq.
You can't fuck with that chemistry.
It's biology.
Even worse, Raq.
Listen.
All them corners is mine now.
I'm not blinkin', 'Nique.
My eyes are wide fuckin' open.
Kanan.
Get dressed. We're goin'.
Goin' where?
Just get dressed.
Thought you were takin' me to Grandma's.
How'd that test go?
For real.
Don't lie to me.
If there was a lot of answers in that B column,
I might be a'ight.
You threw it.
Kanan went hard on them Bs.
You see those four stars? Right there.
That rectangle.
With those diagonal stars right in the middle of them.
That's Orion the Hunter.
That's us, Kanan.
Orion.
Always the hunter, never the hunted.
Go ahead. Take it.
Point it straight out there.
Hold that shit with two hands.
Strong hand on top.
Extend your arms.
Aim straight out there.
Squeeze one off.
That bullet's out there now.
Circlin' the world with your name on it.
And you gonna be runnin' from it for forever.
You wanted to be in it?
You in it.
You already know how my shit ended.
And now you know how it started.
But the real story is what happened in between.
This is that story.
This is my story.
This is a Southside, Jamaica, Queens story.
♪ I'm just hangin' out ♪
♪ I'm mainly known For the rough raps ♪
♪ But kids steal my lyrics Like hubcaps ♪
♪ And eat 'em like stacks of Flapjacks like Rugrats ♪
♪ Hey, and I get busy Over unknown tracks ♪
♪ While the next man flaps His lids like Parkay ♪
♪ I'm skilled in the field, So slide to the side ♪
♪ I'll make a rapper cry ♪
♪ 'Cause I can get Some shut-eye ♪
♪ While he's havin' Hard times writin' rhymes ♪
♪ So he gnaws on my metaphors And dines on my lines ♪
♪ Which is the reason why I like to hang out ♪
♪ And hustle with my friends To get away from pens ♪
♪ And copiers So I'm Corona bound ♪
♪ To check Drew AKA Doc the Butcher ♪
♪ And what's goin' down ♪
♪ And Joe with the Jetta ♪
♪ Enables us To get around town ♪
♪ He's a clown ♪
♪ Other than that, I'm with Joe Burgos ♪
♪ Watch an old Black Caesar Flick for kicks ♪
♪ Jump in the wagon And we're outta here ♪
♪ Without an idea of where ♪
♪ But usually We wind up there ♪
♪ I go over K-Cut's block ♪
♪ 'Cause rock cuts Is what he blends ♪