Previously on Raising Kanan...
How you feeling?
Livin'.
Kanan's all good because he knows I was the one
that put that nigga down.
You pull that trigger, you in it.
People are talking, pointing fingers.
And I can't be held accountable
for civilians exercising they God-given right
to hit the fuck back.
Streets need a body.
I'm sorry about Buck.
Buck was a good guy, at least to me.
Where are we? -That's your new office, nigga.
Just 'cause I got a life outside all you
trifling-ass motherfuckers doesn't mean I got secrets.
-I like what you like. -I like you.
I was thinking that maybe we should take it slow.
Yeah.
Fuck that noise.
Might be the time to get your Reggie Jackson on.
About to have the best night of your life, kid.
Home run.
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Big bags of bread 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 ♪
Let's get it, let's get it.
-No shorts. -Nah, you good.
Yo, what you need? -No shorts.
No--yo, cop and go!
You think I'm bullshitting out here?
This ain't no fucking office job.
No two days the same.
Just when you think you got your rhythm and routine
all figured out,
something fucks you all up.
Don't move! Don't move!
That's why there ain't no old heads
on these corners.
Up against the wall.
Don't move!
This young man's business.
Hey, hey, hey!
Got to be fast on these streets.
Got to be sharp.
And your head got to be as quick as your feet.
♪ You're steppin' with 007 ♪
♪ Better make it snappy ♪
Shit!
Grab the wall!
"Grab the wall!"
Hey, yo, this bitch balls just dropped!
-Shut the fuck up!
Fucking rookie cop.
♪ Penetrate at a crazy rate ♪
♪ This ain't no .38 ♪
♪ Hit 'em at point-blank range And watch 'em radiate ♪
♪ Runnin' out of ammunition I'm done with 'em ♪
♪ You ask me how I did 'em I let the rhythm hit 'em ♪
The drug game same as the fight game.
There's always someone coming for you,
so you always on your toes.
Always throwing, stepping,
commanding that motherfucking ring.
♪ Tonight if the R's On the mic ♪
♪ There's a slight chance ♪
♪ The crowd is crucial ♪
♪ MC's grounds are neutral ♪
♪ Now that you're here Let me introduce you ♪
♪ Get ready, I'm hard to read Like graffiti ♪
♪ But steady Science I drop is real heavy ♪
♪ Radiant energy That'll be the penalty ♪
♪ Touch the third rail On the pain of remedy ♪
♪ The prescription's one Every hour, now it's a habit ♪
♪ Ya need another hit From the freestyle fanatic ♪
♪ Attention, follow directions Real close ♪
♪ Keep out of reach Of children ♪
♪ Beware of overdose ♪
Fuck.
Stick and move, baby.
That's how we do.
Stick and move.
♪ I really want to meet you ♪
♪ But I'm kind of scared ♪
♪ 'Cause you're The kind of lady ♪
♪ With so much class ♪
♪ I get my thoughts together ♪
♪ For the very next day ♪
-♪ But when I see you, lady ♪
♪ I forget what to say ♪
♪ Your eyes and hair ♪
♪ Such a beautiful tone ♪
♪ The way you dress and walk ♪
♪ It really turns me on Oh, yeah ♪
Oof!
You may still be in college,
but there's some shit you could be teaching, professor.
I graduated college. I'm getting my master's.
Mm, yeah, you are.
♪ Come and talk to me ♪
♪ I really want to meet you ♪
So it's like that?
You just have your way with your girl, then bounce?
Oh, I got to type up a paper on the computer at the library.
-History of concrete. Mm.
I love hearing that shit.
Tell me about that concrete, boy.
Well, in 1824,
Joseph Aspdin invented cement
by burning finely ground chalk and clay
until the carbon dioxide was removed.
That's it?
There is more to it,
but it gets a little technical and boring and shit.
It gets more boring than "this dude was fuckin'
with chalk and clay and carbon dioxide"?
It actually does.
You know...
I got one of those Macintosh joints
collecting dust up in my office up in here.
You got a computer?
You think we still counting on our fingers and toes
out here on the Southside?
-I don't know.
-You tell me.
Yo, who are you?
Hey, yo.
Who are you? What are you doing?
Damn. Uh, my bad. It's, uh, Kanan, right?
I'm sorry.
Your mom said you were at school.
I'm Symphony.
Why are you in my house, and why are you on my shit?
My shit, you mean.
And he don't got to answer your questions,
'cause I got one for you,
and it's the only one that matters.
Why are you still here?
School started an hour ago.
Needed some extra time.
I need you to apologize to my friend Symphony here,
who I invited into my home.
That's not necessary at all.
I get it.
I would've done the same thing
if I saw some half-dressed fool sitting on my computer.
Hurry up. I'm taking you to school.
Listen, no kid wants to meet the dude who's with his mom
half-naked sitting on his Macintosh.
You stick to concrete. I'll handle my son.
So when you start letting dudes sleep over at the house?
I'm an adult, Kanan.
You don't tell me who I can have sleep over at my house.
I got a progress report yesterday.
It says you slipping.
Now, you start messing up your grades,
everything gonna change for you real fast.
You a student first and foremost.
That's all that matters. That is all I care about.
I know you sad about your friend.
And I'm sorry.
What happened to him was a tragedy,
but these streets don't play, Kanan.
That's what I keep trying to tell you,
but you don't want to hear me, though.
They're saying D-Wiz got hit 'cause he killed Buck Twenty.
Let 'em say that.
Let 'em talk.
The target's off of your back now.
Don't do nothing to put it back on.
How about you and I go pay respects to D-Wiz's mom?
It's important at times like this
that she feels supported.
We all got to look out for each other.
This why I wanted you to go to Stuyvesant, Kanan.
Fuck Stuyvesant.
Rolling corners does not move the needle,
not here or at One PP,
especially when you got two bodies,
two juveniles no less,
and no suspects.
Did you know that one of 'em,
this, uh...yeah, this Derek "D-Wiz" Washington,
he played for one of our basketball teams.
Yeah, Conroy over in Traffic coached him for three years.
Said he had a nice little jump shot on him.
Well, no more jumpers for Derek.
Like his life, his basketball career is over,
and we don't have a fucking clue who did it.
Same with this other kid, this, uh...
Donyell Worley.
Buck Twenty. Jesus.
These kids and their fucking names.
Also no suspects.
And yet this morning, you bring me
the Macy's Day Parade of corner boys
who basically come around long enough
to get a soda and a Hershey bar,
then head the fuck back out to the track?
We need wins...
big wins.
"Dope on the table" wins. Guns, shooters.
We need something or someone we can show off.
Put me in front of the cameras. Get me some good PR.
Now, if you two can't do that...
well, Property Crimes always has openings.
They got this one, too, huh?
Hit all our spots.
And what about 'Nique's corners?
Passed over.
Them niggas out there getting that money.
Our money.
Laughing at our crews
while we got rounded the fuck up.
'Nique making deals and selling us out.
So long as we out in the open, they can touch us.
'Nique, NYPD--
they know where we at.
They know where to fuck with us.
Move everything to the bodega, then.
It's not ready yet.
Still putting in cameras.
And that's just a short-term answer
for a long-term problem anyways.
We need a bigger move,
some shit we can grow into.
Yo, niggas bled and died for the corners.
We can't just step away.
And listen, that's-- that's a bad look.
Well, we not stepping away from shit.
In fact, we need to get back out with the quickness.
Dust our shit off and get back to business,
or 'Nique will take our regulars for good.
We guided by vision, not sight.
We always looking ahead.
Azumadeen heard about this morning.
He ain't giving us no more work until you and him sit down.
Yo, shit tight right now.
We running on fumes.
Now, we got enough to last us maybe another day at most.
We lose the connect,
we ass out in this motherfucker.
B13. B-one-three.
G-five-seven.
Fifty-seven, G.
Azumadeen Tippett.
But everyone called him Deen,
'cause niggas didn't have time for all that other shit.
Deen had that Tijuana connect.
Had business all over the country.
But unlike most niggas in this spot,
Deen kept his head down
because the real kingpins,
the ones making that long, long, long money,
they ain't making noise.
They just silent and violent.
B1.
B, as in bingo, one.
B1.
Next is G, another G.
Not an altogether terrific morning for you.
Any morning I see the sun come up is a good one, Deen.
If the police are knocking on your door,
it's not much of a reach to me.
Just a regular old roll-up.
Nothing more, nothing less. Happens all the time.
Police just letting us know they there, that's all.
And yet Unique's corners were untouched.
Wasn't his day today.
It will be soon enough.
I supply both yours and Unique's operations.
I won't get in the middle
of any sort of disagreement between you.
Who said me and 'Nique having a disagreement?
We good.
There's more than enough corners on the Southside
to go around.
I18. Bingo!
-Yeah! Yeah!
I need you to turn the faucet back on.
Next card, guys. Next game.
Sloppiness is the enemy of stealthiness.
Nobody's sloppy over here.
Another morning like this,
we'll have to revisit our arrangement.
Enjoy your day.
N39.
Three-nine, N as in Nancy.
I thought you moved to North Carolina
to be with your peoples down there.
South Carolina.
Nest egg ain't quite big enough yet.
At least a year away, I think.
Year's a long time.
Maybe you need to pick up some part-time work.
Acute myeloblastic leukemia.
Shit.
You said it all when you said that.
The treatment here is
aggressive and immediate.
Bone marrow transplant, chemotherapy.
The longer we wait,
the more challenging your prognosis.
We need to test your family members
to see if there's a match.
That's a short-ass list.
Both my parents are gone.
All I got is some cousins in Alabama.
Good. You should contact them.
Nah, they don't like me.
I'm sure they don't want you
to die, Detective.
We had a falling-out over some family property.
People's feelings got hurt. They ain't fucking with me.
You need to understand
that this is a life-threatening illness.
Left untreated, it will kill you.
You need to reach out to any family you have.
I'll see what I can do.
Again, I don't think you fully grasp
the gravity of your situation.
Let's see what these fucking 'Bamas talking about.
Hey, at least I know it's not the smoking
and drinking that's gonna kill me.
I want to see where you live.
I want to go to South Jamaica.
Why?
Because it's where you're from. It's a part of who you are.
It's just where I live, Nicole.
It's not who I am.
Oh, shit.
You're doing that.
Hell, no.
You want to be a singer,
you're gonna sing!
Doc said I got the prostate of a guy half my age.
Look, I'm done waiting on you.
I've been following your lead on all this shit
because I'm new and you're a veteran,
and you act like you know what you're doing,
but we got nothing.
And now the captain is threatening our jobs,
and I'm not gonna let you fuck up my shot.
You don't belong here...
in this car with me.
You know it, I know it, and so does every gangster,
hustler, and dope boy on the Southside.
You were born into some cop family,
but instead of being honest with them and yourself
by being the fucking nurse you were supposed to be,
you went into the family business.
God, you're a fucking asshole.
Every cop and criminal in this city knows
that Malcolm Howard holds it the fuck down.
Motherfuckers respect me.
They fear me.
I'm the motherfucking reckoning.
That's who I am.
Question is...
who the fuck are you?
♪ You should know ♪
Choose your song.
♪ My love is so true ♪
This ain't me, Nicole.
Not at all.
Hey, we haven't got all day here.
I already paid.
And I already chose the background--
clouds in the sky.
Pick a song.
-"Two Occasions."
The Deele.
The lyrics are there if you need them.
Stand right in front of the screen.
Don't move too much.
♪ A summer love is beautiful ♪
♪ But it's not enough ♪
♪ To satisfy emotions ♪
♪ That are shared between us ♪
♪ A winter love is cozy ♪
♪ But I need so much more ♪
♪ It just intensifies My wants ♪
♪ To have a love That endures ♪
♪ Whoa ♪
♪ 'Cause every time I close my eyes ♪
♪ I think of you ♪
♪ No matter what The season is ♪
♪ I still love you ♪
♪ With all of my heart ♪
♪ And I want to be with you ♪
♪ Wherever you are ♪
-♪ That's day ♪ -♪ That's day ♪
-♪ And night ♪ -♪ And night ♪
♪ I'd go for broke ♪
♪ If I could be with you ♪
♪ Only you can make it right ♪
Well, if it isn't my knight in shining armor.
Who, me?
Yes, you, Marvin.
I say "knight in shining armor,"
because last time we saw each other,
you kicked that guy's ass for groping me.
Right, fuck that nigga.
I'm a knight in shining fucking armor.
You heard?
You gonna tell me who your friend is,
or do I have to ask him myself?
Uh, um, dude owed me some money,
so he gave me this dog to cover his interest.
Oh. Oh, he's so cute!
-What's his name? -LT.
Named him after the baddest linebacker
in the history of the NFL, because just like the real LT,
this mean motherfucker right here
taking all suckers out, yo, real proper like.
And he's yours now.
Mine?
Marvin.
Ah, I really miss having a dog.
Are you sure you want to give him to me?
Yo, the fuck I'ma do with him? I don't know shit about dogs.
Just make sure you keep his ass away from the microwave.
You act like you're such a tough guy,
but you're, like, thoughtful.
And you, like, like me.
I-I like you.
Uh, I like, um...
I like--I-I like-- I like the club here.
I-I-I like everything.
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Hmm.
You really like me.
Oh.
Hey.
Mm.
Okay.
I used to smoke niggas
on that 100-yard dash back in school.
Ain't miss a step.
Ran that old cop into the motherfucking ground.
And most important of all,
I kept the new joints spotless!
You can't learn this shit, man.
I don't care who your mama is.
This is that street knowledge.
Yo, what you hear about D-Wiz?
I heard he was payback for Buck Twenty,
that he and Buck had beef over a girl,
and D-Wiz came gunning,
and then Buck's peoples came back at him.
What you hear?
Same.
We're gonna watch this 20 years from now
and laugh our fucking asses off.
-You know that? -You gonna laugh.
I'll be crying.
Are you fucking kidding me?
You were amazing.
-What? -Shit.
I got to get with these guys.
The guys you steal stuff with?
What happens if you get caught, Laverne,
and you get arrested?
-I mean, what happens then? -I'm not getting caught.
How do you know?
I got to go.
But I had fun with you today.
I always have fun with you.
Then don't go.
I'll call you later.
There she go.
Ain't nobody outside the crew
supposed to know where the stash rest at.
It ain't like I'm inviting her in, man.
Besides, she not in the game anyway.
Everyone in the game.
Yo, Davina!
Hey, what up?
Who's house is this?
It's nobody's.
It's just a spot we kick it from time to time.
It's like a little clubhouse or some shit.
Yeah, the electricity and the water still on,
so it's got them creature comforts.
Mm.
Look like a damn crack house.
You said you wanted to talk to me about something
on the phone?
I want you to tell me the truth, Kanan.
And I'm not here to judge you or nothing.
I live in this world. I know how it works.
I just want to know.
Sounds serious.
Did you know that D-Wiz shot Buck?
And like I said, I'm--I'm not here
to get angry at you or anything.
I... I just want to know the truth.
I heard some shit.
I don't necessarily believe it.
Whoever it was that put D down,
they got the wrong dude.
Shit's fucked up.
I'm sorry about what happened to him.
I know he was your friend.
What's up, Tonisha?
How are things at the crib?
You know, Mom's wilin'.
Y'all building a house?
Nope. Just selling it.
Used to be my dad's drill.
But them Pampers ain't free, so...
I'll see you around, Kanan.
-Here we go.
I know that move down south is expensive.
Especially when you got a wife.
And a couple of girlfriends.
Enough to move you, the wife,
and least one of them girlfriends down south.
What's it cost me?
'Nique's re-up.
Where and when.
Shit's beach money.
Swear to God, if I listen close,
I can hear that Carolina ocean, boy.
Who called this one?
Rip.
When one of us makes the call, we all got to answer.
Yeah, that's this Lo-Life we living, Juke.
Hey, hey, hey!
Who you think you touching, faggot?
He's had enough, Rip.
That's why you don't send a bitch to do a nigga job!
You ain't from where I'm from, Rip.
They say life began out there,
that we come from the water.
I'm from the Southside.
Yeah, you are.
How 'Nique's dick taste, Detective?
Better than yours, Raquel.
I got something for you.
Real weight.
Quarter million uncut.
'Nique's re-up.
Or is 'Nique's meat so far down your throat,
you can't talk to me no more?
Nah, I want to know everything.
But why you blessing me with this info?
I mean, you police, right?
You police, I'm reporting a crime.
Do your fucking job, Detective.
Small-ass life, ain't it, Raquel?
All your schemin' and plottin', trying to get over,
while I do the same shit trying to get you knocked.
We heading somewhere?
Or just runnin' in place?
'Cause I can't call it.
I don't run.
♪ I will wait I can't escape ♪
♪ The feelings that run deep Inside your mind ♪
♪ Just let me Inside of your heart ♪
♪ And I will wait I can't escape ♪
♪ The feelings that run deep Inside your mind ♪
♪ Just let me come inside ♪
You think he'll need backup on the hook?
Unless you want to double him up.
Can he handle harmony?
I don't fucking know.
Yo, I'ma punch you in one more time on the hook.
Do you think you can back up your voice with a harmony or--
I don't even know what the fuck that means, nigga.
Never mind.
Ice cream man's here.
Ah. My brother.
My guy.
Crown Camacho.
Motherfuckin' Crown Camacho.
Nigga's real name was Antoine Washington.
But thought he'd get more love from these hoes
if he was a Puerto Rock.
Crown, like a lot
Too soft for these streets
and can't do shit with no kinda ball.
I can't lie,
nigga had a talent for hip-hop.
But talent only gets you so far.
Jessica Figueroa.
Your first time coming through.
Welcome to Bulletproof Breakfast.
We are hip-hop.
Y'all got everything you need to make a hit in here, huh?
That's what we do.
What you programing the drums with?
SP-1200 or MP-60?
SP-12.
Maxed out?
Yes, sir.
So you know your way around this motherfucker.
Yeah, my old man used to play the horn.
Did some recording back in the day.
Never turned into nothing,
but, uh, used to drag me to the studio with him.
It was cool.
That's why I stay up on it, read magazines and whatnot.
Oh, you got that new Neve mic pres there.
Eight channels, man.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, man, I don't know, uh,
what magazines you been reading,
but, uh, you should get a subscription for Crown,
'cause he don't know jack shit about any of this stuff.
I own all this shit, nigga.
And that means I know everything.
Show me how this shit work.
Are you sure you don't want to get down?
No.
Has Lou told you
that my little brother Famous is a rapper?
Hmm?
Have you told him?
It ain't come up.
Famous is crazy talented.
You got to hear him.
-I mean, he's dope as hell. -Well, bring him by, then.
I'm all about talent, girl.
Talent is my business.
It's my lifeblood.
Got the ears for it and the eyes for it.
♪ Shake your derriere Shake your derriere ♪
♪ Yeah, we in there ♪
Yo, Jess, we out.
♪ Like that ♪
♪ Shake your derriere Just like that ♪
Yo, what are you doing in Juke's room?
Um...
...looking for my belt.
Jukebox always taking my shit.
The fuck you doing in my house?
I know I didn't leave these doors unlocked.
Me and Juke share keys sometimes.
Not no more you don't.
This ain't a tree house, nigga.
Can't have heads climbing in and out
whenever the fuck they want.
Give me the keys.
The keys, nigga.
God damn.
Look, I know Moms put me in the stash
to keep me off the street, Uncle Marv.
Sis said that's where you go, that's where you go.
I need to make some real money, though,
something that ain't on the hourly.
Come on, I ain't gonna tell her.
Just break me off some work.
You not ready.
I was born ready.
You help me, I'll help you with my moms.
I know she always on you.
I'll put in the word
to tell her she should trust you more,
get you some more of that work.
And you know she listens to me.
Tell Raq she should have me grabbing
some more corners, then.
You help me, I'll help you.
Fuck it.
Uh, what are you, 13?
Fifteen.
Shit, I was five years younger than you when I got out.
Shit's left over from my get-together downtown.
The one where you got in that fight?
About eight grams there.
A gram of powder going for 25 on the street,
but since you family,
I'll sell you all eight at 100.
Nah, I'm not buying, though. I'm selling.
No shit, nigga.
You buying this shit wholesale from me
so you can flip it into retail for your customers.
-That's how shit works.
Look, man, it already been stepped on kind of hard,
so you can't stretch it no more.
If you do it right, pay me back,
you probably make about 100 or so for your troubles.
About to be a real dope boy, Kanan.
Congratulations, nigga.
But this is between us.
Raq can't know.
No doubt.
Aunt Raq?
My bad. I wasn't trying to scare you.
I just... I was standing here for a minute
waiting for you to look up, but...
Could've been Kanan's face on the front of this shit.
Bad enough it was D.
How many more Black boys gonna die in these streets?
I know you not collecting cans.
'Cause I would kick Marvin's ass up and down the block
if he got my niece out here going through the trash.
It's just some clothes.
Um, if it's all right,
I was actually gonna leave 'em here for a little bit.
My dad's always going through my shit.
Look, my house is your house, baby.
You used to live here. Remember that?
When we'd just curl up on the couch
and talk all night.
Been a minute since we had one of those talks.
I'm missing my girl.
I'm missing you, too.
So?
What's been keeping you from me?
Who been taking up all your time?
Ooh.
Are you kickin' it with somebody, Laverne Thomas?
Oh-ho, Juke got somebody.
I know everything, girl.
And I know exactly what that smile means.
You in love.
Look, don't be embarrassed.
Shit's good.
Hell, it's great.
Please don't tell my dad.
When he gets up in my business, it's...
Now, you really think I'ma dime you out to Marvin?
I don't trust him with my business,
so why would I ever trust him with my girl's?
I got somebody, too, you know.
-Hmm? -Mm.
And he got me smiling just like you right now...
ear to ear.
You and me, we deserve to smile, baby.
Don't we deserve it?
We do.
Damn right we do.
And we deserve to smile every once in a while.
You didn't say much when we were eating.
'Cause we was eating.
You know what I mean.
You barely said anything since we went to the studio
and I was talking to your friend.
Crown ain't my friend.
He's a customer, an associate.
And you was out there hustling.
It's all good.
I was just networking, Lou. That's it.
You gonna do what you gonna do, right?
You got nothing to worry about.
I know.
I know who you are.
Maybe even better than you know yourself.
How you figure?
For example, I know that you could be doing
what he's doing back there.
That music thing?
What? Crown doesn't know nothing you don't know.
Yo, Crown Light Skin has been doing this shit
since we were in high school.
DJ'd every party from Far Rockaway to Flushing.
He know his way around this music.
Music is a product,
no different than the product you selling around the way.
If you can sell red caps, you can sell hot tracks.
Oh, you got flow now?
You got all this potential, Lou.
People like you.
They want to know you.
They want to get down with you.
I want to get down with you.
This shit with your sister is small time.
You bigger than all that.
How you know all this shit about me, Jess?
You barely know me.
I could be some regular old nigga
that's just gonna spend the rest of his short life
kicking up dirt on some grimy-ass corner
on the Southside.
Because I know talent when I see it.
And you,
you talented, baby.
-You mad talented. -I'm mad talented?
-Mm-hmm. -Oh, yeah?
Mm-hmm.
I can't call in Tactical Narcotics
if you can't tell me where this information is coming from.
If it's bullshit, I'm gonna look like a clown.
What do you think, new guy?
I trust Detective Howard, sir.
If he says he knows about the time and location
of a major drug buy, I'm there with bells on.
I'm not calling downtown on this.
That'll get us too much attention.
We'll use our guys.
Get a team together.
Your ass wouldn't know
how to sell a fucking life jacket
on the Titanic.
-Famous gonna help me. -Oh!
Blind leading the stupid.
Suck a dick, Juke. I know this slangin' hustle.
I don't mess with selling drugs 'cause I make it a point
not to fuck with anything Marvin's into.
So I'm only saying this shit once.
Listen up close.
-You got random niggas...
...college kids... -Hey, you guys. Sorry.
...bumskis, and these skateboarding suckers.
Now, best bet for you are these college fools.
They white, they got money, and they like that powder.
Walk around real quiet and tell 'em what's up.
Say what you selling, but make it sloppy enough
that it could sound like
you talking crazy shit to yourself.
-♪ I'm the number-one pick ♪ Ooh!
♪ This shit ain't written ♪
♪ These rhymes That I'm spittin' ♪
♪ Came busting out my head Like an epileptic fit ♪
-Famous. Ooh!
Famous! -Huh?
-You paying attention?
-You listening? -Yes.
Yes, I was, but I'm about to go,
um, check these dudes out.
What are you doing, man?
We supposed to do this together.
You're good. You got it.
-Looks like you dolo.
Famous ain't built for this shit anyway.
Yo, let me get down!
This is the shit D-Wiz was always down for.
No doubt.
How much you charging?
Where you niggas from?
Marvin sayin' 25 apiece.
That's how much you'd get around the way.
You selling to white people here.
You got to charge 'em white-people prices.
You could get 50 per piece out of these suckers,
no question.
Fifty?
You sure? I don't--I'm not trying to get crazy paid off.
I just need to make a little bit.
Whatever, man.
Charge whatever the fuck you want to, then.
All I'm saying is, these white fools
pay extra for everything.
That's how they are.
I'ma go do my thing.
You do you.
Don't fuck it up.
♪ Is what I wanna do ♪
♪ Yes ♪
♪ Just can't seem To get enough ♪
♪ Of your love ♪
♪ Baby ♪
♪ The way you do That thing you do ♪
♪ What a rush ♪
Ooh, check you out, Symphony.
Got me all laid up on the floor in here.
If I'd known college dudes was this fun,
shit, I might've signed up for that shit myself.
You too smart for college.
Probably too smart for me.
I keep trying to figure out what all this is for you.
What I am for you.
I mean... I mean, I'm a fucking nerd
that talks about concrete, Robert Moses,
and the origins of the damn elevator.
I like that you know things I don't know...
that you live a life I don't live.
You're like a vacation for me.
And when it comes to you,
I love me some sightseeing, baby.
♪ The way you do ♪
But the better question is, why you like me?
That's what I want to know.
♪ What I have to do... ♪
Mm, you been through some shit.
And that feels familiar to me.
And it's not damage or pain or some bullshit like that.
Nah.
No, it's... it's experience.
It's strength.
It's wisdom.
It's also sexy as hell.
Just as long as you not trying to save me...
'cause I don't need to be saved.
♪ Do me again ♪
♪ Do me... ♪
♪ Man, I'm tight Like this nigga's fade ♪
♪ And I'm clean Like my name Cascade ♪
♪ And my lyrics run Through the hood ♪
♪ Like this nigga's AIDS ♪
Come on, now! Come on. That's fucking funny.
I know this stuff is stolen.
And what makes you think that, Detective?
The fact that I'm selling a brand-new Polo stadium jacket
out of my bag?
Get the fuck out of here, white boy.
I'm calling the police.
Yeah, fuck you, too!
Bitch-ass motherfucker.
Hey, man, I got coke.
Got that blow, man, that powder.
Yo, man. How much?
Dude, come on, man. How much?
Shit, I don't know. Thirty dollars a gram?
For real?
Look like I'm faking, nigga?
I mean, that's just, like, a really good price.
Well, shit, I guess today's your lucky day.
Huh.
All right, make it two for $50.
Whatever, man. Just give me the fucking money.
And that's how it happens.
Right there.
You wandering around, pushing up on niggas
that don't want shit to do with you,
and then all of a sudden, you make that first sale,
you grab that first money, you did it.
You're officially in the game.
And I won't lie, this shit felt great.
This shit felt right.
You gonna fuck up my grades.
Well, you got a "A" today, baby, no question.
Look, I... I shouldn't have said anything to you
about how to deal with Kanan the other day.
He's your son, and it's--
I shouldn't have snapped on you like I did.
I had Kanan when I was 16.
And when you a baby with a baby,
everybody's always weighing in--
telling you how to raise your kid,
telling you all the things that you're doing wrong.
It's always been Kanan and me versus everybody.
And that's the way it's always gonna be.
Ain't nobody ever gonna get between my son and me.
I get it.
I know you do.
Nah, nah. Bring that back.
That's my shit.
I'm all about Paula Abdul
and that fine Egyptian ass of hers.
Paula on that Nubian, cradle of civilization,
original man-type shit.
Paula Abdul ain't no kind of Egyptian, nigga.
Nah, she's a Jew.
She from Cali.
Yo, fuck Paula Abdul.
When they gonna be here?
These people always circle the block four times
before they get here.
They've been by two times. Two more to go.
♪ What you do to me ♪
♪ And all I want from you Is what you are ♪
♪ And even if you're Right next to me ♪
-♪ It's still too far away ♪ -Yo, shut the fuck up.
♪ If I'm not Inside your arms ♪
♪ I get dramatic, baby ♪
♪ Yes, I know ♪
♪ But I need you, I want you ♪
♪ Oh, man, I love you so ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
♪ You're gonna see ♪
♪ I'm gonna run I'm gonna try ♪
Can't have the fucking windows
fogging up on a stakeout.
Turn on the AC.
That's the third time that car's driven by.
Somebody's doing that recon before making the drop.
Good looking out.
It's not bad for a nurse, huh?
Hey.
What's up?
Thought maybe you and Tonisha could use a few things.
You didn't have to do all that.
Maybe now you could hold on
to some of your dad's old tools and shit.
You never know when you might need
to hammer a nail or something.
Thank you, Kanan.
Five-O! Five-O!
Show us your hands!
Don't even fucking breathe.
Get a bus! Get a fucking bus!
We were wondering if we could spend some time with you
and remember Derek together.
Yeah. Please.
Unique's corner's dead.
Nigga ain't got shit to sell.
First thing they tell you
when you step in that ring
is protect yourself at all times,
'cause nobody else is looking out for you.
You in the hurt business.
Nobody taking no punches but you.
You got to be smart, aware.
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul.
He leadeth me down the path of righteousness.
What the fuck?
These motherfuckers.
Because it ain't always
about being the biggest, strongest, and fastest.
The best fighters are the niggas
who know how to counter.
Take your shit and turn it back on 'em.
See, in the ring, punches are nothing but questions.
And the niggas holding their fists in the air at the end
are the ones that got all the answers.