Previously on Raising Kanan...
Still a lot of chatter
about who put down this kid Buck Twenty.
Buck's folks is angry. Streets need a body.
They're saying D-Wiz got hit 'cause he killed Buck Twenty.
The target's off of your back now.
Don't do nothing to put it back on.
Kanan stays on the stash until further notice.
I don't want him anywhere near the street.
That's your new office, nigga.
Whose house is this?
It's just a spot we kick it from time to time.
Look like a damn crack house.
-I got to get with these guys. -The guys you steal stuff with?
When one of us makes the call, we all got to answer.
-Hey, hey, hey.
He's had enough.
You want to be a singer? You're gonna sing.
Has Lou told you that my little brother Famous is a rapper?
It ain't come up.
Hey, yo. Who are you? What are you doing?
Damn. Uh, my bad. It's, uh, Kanan, right?
Reinforced door, security cameras.
-Take it or leave it. -I'll take it.
I got something for you.
'Nique's re-up.
Quarter million, uncut.
Do your fucking job, Detective.
Deen's people always circle the block four times
before they get here.
Five-O!
Only one king can rule the kingdom, 'Nique.
One king, one code, one crew.
♪ 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 ♪
You see that bitch-ass nigga running?
That's Trez-G.
He and 'Nique grew up on the same floor.
Played Little League together.
Pop Warner, too.
Got their dicks sucked for the first time
on the same night at the same party.
Day one niggas.
To the grave niggas.
But none of that adds up to shit in the game.
We was set up!
How do you do?
Please fucking remind me, man.
Open this nigga ear so he can hear what I'm saying.
You was getting high on my time, T,
while you was watching my shit!
That ain't me.
You know that ain't me.
You right.
-That ain't you, B. Mm-mm.
Just some fucking crackhead that you turned into, man.
Look at you, man.
Don't even fucking recognize you, man.
One more time.
I don't think this nigga get it.
What?
You know...
I kind of blame myself
'cause I brought you into this shit.
And I saw this coming,
but I closed my eyes to it.
You know why?
'Cause you my fucking heart, man.
My fucking heart.
I didn't say nothing to nobody.
I love you, 'Nique!
Love you, too, my nigga.
Love you, too.
All that history between them,
Trez never thought 'Nique would turn on him.
-P-We. Counted on that.
Bet on that.
Slept on that.
And you know what they say.
Sleep is the cousin of death.
You always talking about some cold food when I'm late.
Oh, but you do it, and then...
You already ate.
No, we-we're ready for dinner.
In fact, I was just telling your mom, I'm starving.
Mm-hmm. -Let's do this.
For real. I'm hungry as hell, baby.
Uh, spaghetti and meatballs.
Classic. You can't go wrong with that.
Well, let me set the table, and, uh, let's get to eating.
I like you keep it simple.
Thank you, baby.
Presentation is dope.
Kanan.
I appreciate you making room at the table for me, Kanan.
I know you weren't expecting me.
You hear what Symphony said to you?
Yeah, he right.
I wasn't expecting him.
The sauce is bananas.
Even got a little kick to it.
I mean, I'd pay for this.
Where'd you learn to cook, Kanan?
Moms.
Mm.
Well, he needs to know how to fend for himself.
Make some meals, do the dishes.
Still working on getting him to do his own laundry, though.
Well, Kanan got this pasta on lock.
Tonight's usually when Kanan makes dinner for me.
I forgot.
Well, it's my fault.
I didn't know when I took her out.
My bad.
Now that I know, it won't happen again.
She knew.
Man, I'm never gonna get tired of watching this.
You're gonna be, like... like, a big singer,
you know, like, fucking world-famous.
Stop.
I'm serious.
You know, I think I need to kick your ass,
knock some sense into you.
Okay.
Now you just talking crazy. You think you stronger than me?
You underestimate this white girl from the Upper East Side.
Uh, I let you win.
Now, why would you do that?
What is going on up here?
It sounds like the ceiling's about to cave in.
Dancing. We're dancing.
Okay, well, you might want to tone it down
for the neighbors, Martha Graham.
♪ Wherever you are ♪
Oh, my God.
You two are on television.
Yeah, it's a tape. We made it at the mall.
Well, this is fantastic.
Laverne, you are fantastic.
What a voice.
That's what I keep telling her.
Wow, look at you two. All right.
This is better than any of the shit they play on the radio.
Hey, how about you watch your mouth around our guest?
Well, I'm sure she's heard worse.
-Am I right, Laverne? -No doubt.
-"No doubt." -Well, that doesn't mean
she needs to hear it in this home.
Come on, let's just go set the table for dinner.
Very fly.
Your daddy says I'm fly.
Super fly, apparently.
So weird.
Your parents are cool.
Yeah, about some things.
Not everything.
Shit.
-Uh?
-Yes. Yeah. -Uh-huh? Yeah.
-Yeah.
Uh-huh, yeah.
Oh-ho!
Oh, shit.
Oh, my God.
Oh, shit, yo.
Hmm.
Oh, my God.
Yeah, I know. I'm the shit.
You want some?
No, I don't do that shit.
What, you just sell it?
Oh. Oh.
Whew! My God.
Come here.
Yo, fuck are you doing?
Mm, cuddling.
I thought you said you dated brothers.
Ain't no brothers I know cuddle.
I've dated plenty of Black guys
who like to cuddle, Marvin.
Well, what happened to all these cuddling-ass niggas?
'Cause you here with me.
Shit.
Are-are you for real?
You're-you're seriously gonna leave because I wanted to get close to you?
Yo, we different, Toni, okay?
Black, white,
bitch, nigga.
I'm from the hood, you from...
wherever the fuck you from that ain't the hood.
So, by your logic, you'd be willing to cuddle
a Black guy from South Jamaica?
Yo, I know you didn't just call me a faggot.
Yo, LT ain't got no food.
I ran out yesterday.
Dog hasn't eaten since yesterday?
But I bet you ate, right?
Look, Marvin, I like you, okay?
I don't want us to end like this.
End? Us?
Shit ain't ending, Toni.
Shit ain't even start. How the fuck it's gonna end?
LT rolling with me.
He don't want to be hungry no more.
LT was a gift. You gave him to me.
I also gave you this dick.
You want me to leave that behind, too?
LT!
You can't just take him.
Come on. All right.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Yeah.
Word.
Deen nervous.
Say he want to press pause on any re-up
until the police show they hand.
Said it's too hot right now.
We dying out here, 'Nique.
Not enough work to get us through the week.
If the connect deads us, we dead.
That cop played the fuck out of us, killed us.
Trez sucking on that glass dick is what killed us, P-We!
Took his eye off the fucking ball, man!
This ain't about no Howard.
I ain't never trusted that cop.
I never told that pig shit.
'Cause I don't trust nobody.
Let's be motherfucking clear, man.
Any one of y'all can end up like Trez.
Everyone here is suspect!
Load them corners up.
Step hard on what we got left.
Listen, 'Nique,
ain't no crackhead gonna fuck with us later
if we puttin' out wack-ass rock now.
That's why we gonna put 'em out as orange caps, P.
New batch.
And when we all the way up again,
we're gonna roll out them tornado testers,
pink caps,
put niggas on they backs and shit, a'ight?
But for now, stomp on that shit, man.
It's already stretched. -Stretch it some more, then, nigga!
Come on!
Raq's stink all over this shit.
Smell her ass from here.
We gonna hit back, though.
I just got to figure out if it's gonna be
to the body...
or to the head.
Look, I'm sorry about dinner,
but I'm done asking my 15-year-old son
to forgive me for spending time with a dude that I like.
I ain't heard you ask for forgiveness.
And you ain't gonna hear it.
That's what I'm telling you.
That's what you need to make peace with.
Dr. West called.
Said your grades still slipping,
that you haven't even turned in some term paper that you owe in history.
Yeah, had a lot on my mind, Ma.
Well, then let me clear your mind for you.
I told you that if you didn't get your books right,
things were gonna change.
You done with the stash house. You moving on.
Word.
I'm ready to move up. Thank you.
What, you think you getting a promotion up in here?
Hell, no.
I signed you up for an after-school class.
I'm doing the paper. I-I'll have it in this week.
Too little, too late.
I found you a class at City College
that meets two days a week after school and every other Saturday.
Saturday?
-Ain't no school on Saturday. -There is for you.
I just said I'll do the paper.
And I just said that it's too late for that.
You need to worry less about who I'm kicking it with, Kanan,
and a hell of a lot more about your schoolwork.
Energy up. You got it.
♪ You been set up, wet up ♪
♪ Blaze this fucking fed up ♪
♪ My niggas keep They head up ♪
♪ We all about to get up ♪
♪ Came out the Maserati ♪
♪ Blasting with my shotty ♪
♪ Yeah, my nature like naughty These streets need a body ♪
Yo.
Okay.
Not bad. Your flow is nice.
I think, lyrically, you just may need a little help.
Um, that last line worked...
"The streets need a body."
The rest was a little corny to me.
I don't think nobody buying your high-school ass shooting a fed.
You know, heads need the truth,
that street shit, that dope boy realness.
Now, your audience is gonna smell your bullshit
from a mile away.
You got this.
It's right here. Find it.
Find it. Take your time.
Famous can do whatever you want him to do.
-You think? Yeah.
Did I tell you that he was on the radio?
Yeah, when he was nine because he wrote a poem about littering
that was the best in the whole city.
Yeah, you told me.
And they started calling him Famous right then
because they knew that he was gonna be somebody.
Well, he's a nobody right now,
and I don't think niggas is bumping poems about litter out they Alpine.
Look, I got a showcase coming up.
It's a opportunity for a select few artists
just to get in the room and perform
-for some industry heads. -Mm-hmm.
Famous sign with me,
and let's just assume that we can get the track in the right place...
It's the door on your left.
...I feel like putting him in that room
full of trendsetters and tastemakers,
you know, see what they think.
But you know that's gonna mean we have to work together real close.
Whatever it takes.
All right.
Let's do it! Well, shit, if you excited,
-I'm excited. Let's do this.
Let's go!
Hey, baby.
What's good?
Let me holler at you outside.
Yeah.
What are you doing here?
Business, Lou. I'm doing business.
That's what you call business now?
Okay, you know how your big sister put you on?
Well, I'm doing the same for Famous.
What happened to all that shit you was feeding me
about me doing this music thing,
having my own shit?
Yeah, I said you should do it.
I didn't say that I'd wait for you to do it.
I'm on a different clock than you, Lou.
So is my little brother.
-What are you on, Crown time? I'm on my time.
I meant what I said, okay?
Lou, you...
you could do whatever you want.
But I can't do it for you. You need to do it for yourself.
I got to get back in there.
Go ahead.
Fourteen-gauge double-reinforced steel.
Got locks and dead bolts up and down this shit.
Nobody gets in here unless I say so.
-Got me? -Mm-hmm.
It's my guys.
Open the door, God damn it!
All right, calm down. Calm down, yo.
What the fuck is this?
[Marvin, in English] Yo, he good. He don't bite.
Just got a shitty attitude, that's all.
Nigga needs training, just like his owner.
Yo, man, kiss my ass, Lou.
Marvin's gonna oversee the movement and storage
of our product and cash.
This gonna be the new stash.
More secure, more secret, more private.
I want you to move everything today.
Well, how much more drugs and money?
Don't worry about it.
Don't worry about it? I-I have to know.
We tell you what you need to know, Gabe.
I demand to know how much you bring.
This is my place of business.
This is my place of business now, papi,
and don't ever tell me what the fuck to do again.
I don't answer to you.
Marvin'll see you tonight.
Stay out his fucking way.
Look, I'd rather go to some after-school shit
than have to come home and babysit every day.
So who watches her while you at school?
Been paying a neighbor, but it's starting to cost a grip.
Yo, is your mom still talking to that same guy?
-Davina...
...how about this fool bum-rushed my dinner
the other night?
I cook for me and my mom every Tuesday,
and this motherfucker just pulls up a chair?
It's nice that you all eat together.
Your moms likes him, Kanan.
Don't you want your mom to be happy?
Look, on the real,
I wish my mom gave enough of a fuck about me
to send me to some after-school class.
Shit, I don't even know where the fuck my mom is right now.
Want me to come babysit with you?
Kanan, you don't want to change diapers.
Shit, I don't want to change diapers.
Go kick it with your cousin and Famous.
A'ight.
-I'll get at you later. -You better.
Shit, nigga kissed her.
All right, slow down, slow down, slow, slow, slow.
What's up, baby girl?
Hey, 'Nique.
I ain't seen you since Buck went down.
May the brother rest in peace.
Just been watching my sister.
Yeah, you know, I heard your moms was on one
out in some spot in BK,
out in East New York,
belly of the motherfucking beast.
You know, I'm sorry to tell you like that.
I know that shit sting.
Look, your moms ain't all the way gone yet, though, Davina.
She still in there somewhere.
In fact, I heard her bragging on you the other day,
talking about how you put some shorty down
for disrespecting Buck.
Said she loved you for that. I'ma walk with you.
You know Rudy from round the way, right?
Well, Rudy's married to my cousin.
Fool smoked crack for a year straight,
taxed everything in the crib but the copper pipes.
So I sent him away on my dime.
Fool got clean,
got a job or whatever.
Coaches his kids' hoops team now.
Shit, he done turned into motherfucking Heathcliff Huxtable.
Look, I'm just saying, your moms can get clean like that, too,
and I can pay for it.
You see, you Buck's girl.
I know he'd want me to look out for you
same way I know he'd want you to look out for me, too.
Token of appreciation type shit.
And I ain't asking for much.
What's Raq's baby boy talking about?
I see y'all, you know, getting all close and all that now.
Nothing, Kanan's not even in on the mix with his mom's shit.
Yeah?
'Cause I know you heard the same noise I did.
Now, look, I ain't saying Kanan put Buck down,
but the kid who did,
G-Wiz or whatever his name is,
you know, that's Kanan's boy,
so that stand to reason that Kanan might know a little bit more
than he telling you, know what I mean?
Look, Kanan-- we talked about that.
Kanan doesn't know anything.
Oh, all right.
Man, she getting big.
Where did Rudy go to get clean?
Spot outside Utica, Davina.
You should see the shit.
Out in the woods, nature and shit.
Shit make me want to become a basehead
just so I could get away and relax.
Listen, I want to help you and your moms, a'ight?
I really do.
All I'm asking for is a little love in return.
That's it.
You do me that, and I got you.
Nothing happens to Kanan.
On my own kid. Come on.
I saw Kanan outside this house one time.
Yeah, where?
Yo! Hurry up, man!
Fame, ease up, man.
About to take the top spot in this shit.
High score up in here. Ooh!
Swear to God, I been blessed with some sort of Street Fighter greatness,
'cause I am just a straight killer on this machine!
Whatever. Yo.
We about to hear my rhymes on Stretch and Bobbito, son.
Ah, you putting a beat to "Litter Makes Me Bitter"?
What, the poem that made Famous famous?
Fuck both of y'all, a'ight?
This dude named Crown gonna put me on.
He got a record label and shit.
I'm even recording a song that I'm gonna perform
in front of all these music industry people at a show.
Crown Camacho.
Bulletproof Records. Your Uncle Lou know him.
Introduced him to my sister.
How you paying for studio time?
Like I said, Crown looking out for me.
Get your shit on wax, Juke,
and maybe I can put you in front of Crown,
and maybe you can get on this mic, too, at the showcase.
But you got to move with the quickness.
-Show's coming up fast. -Fuck!
What?
And what the fuck was that about?
She been boosting for months trying to get loot for a demo.
Then your dumb ass just stumbles on it.
Ain't nobody stumbling, nigga.
Y'all got skills on these fucking machines.
I got skills on the M-I-C.
Yo, Scrap.
Yo, nigga, I know you home, man. I saw your Cherokee parked out front.
Scrap!
Yo, fuck happened to you?
Bad kung pao chicken.
It's killing me.
Yo, we got to move everything from the stash house to the new spot.
Put some clean drawers on, saddle the fuck up.
I said I'm sick, man.
There's a bathroom in the stash house.
You good.
My ass is leaking, nigga.
I ain't going nowhere.
Yo, Juke.
Hey, Juke, you good?
Famous' sister getting his wack ass free studio time
and a shot at this industry people thing.
Meanwhile, my ass is saving up all my pennies
just to get my goddamn foot in the door.
Man, you gonna kick that door open, 'cause when that shit is,
you ain't never gonna be closed on again.
I got to go.
A'ight, I'll catch up with you later.
Yo, Kanan.
Yo.
I been driving all over looking for your wayward ass.
Need some help. Get in.
I can't. I got class tonight.
Class?
What, you got night school, nigga? Learning a trade?
Is my nephew about to be a plumber up in this motherfucker?
Mom set it up, a'ight?
Starts in a couple hours.
Yo, this ain't gon' take that long.
Let's ride.
Where?
Got to move shit out the stash.
Mommy told me the stash off-limits. I ain't supposed to touch it.
Yo, man, we gonna be in and out so fast, you won't even know we was there.
Neither will she.
I know I ain't working for free.
This ain't work, because you still in training.
Time to put them reps in.
I need two units, one on top of the other.
For real?
Building's full.
I mean, no vacancies.
I'd have to throw people out on the street.
They'd be a'ight.
I'ma hit them off with some relocation money.
I don't know, though.
They file a complaint or some shit,
then Housing gonna be up in my ass, so...
Well, maybe I should go over to the Forties
and see what they got available.
Jamaica Houses?
They ain't got no empty apartments neither.
I might be able to move the manager over there
in a way that you ain't willing to move.
I might have some apartments on the seventh floor.
No, seventh and eighth floor.
Like I said, one on top of the other.
Got you.
So Famous gets free studio time,
and your niece gets nothing.
It's good to see you too, Juke.
Come on, Uncle Lou. How you gonna do me like this?
You think I wouldn't get you studio time if I could?
It ain't my thing.
Famous' sister made that happen for Famous, not me.
But you can make it happen for me.
You know this guy Crown. Just ask him for a favor.
Come here.
Let me tell you something.
Favors is just another way of ending up under somebody's thumb,
and I don't know about you, but I already got
way too much of that in my life, you heard?
What about this show for all these music industry people?
Can you help me with that?
I can't.
Damn.
You turning into my dad,
good for nothing.
Now, you know I'd give you the money myself,
but Marvin would lose his damn mind, talking about, "She's my daughter.
"Don't be doing shit for her. We had to do it for ourselves.
She got to do it for her."
I don't want your money anyway.
If you had the hookup, that's one thing,
but just hitting me off...
See? You same as me.
Don't want to owe nobody.
That's a good rule to have.
You eat?
I got to go.
Ju-Ju...
...eat.
Thanks.
Love you, too.
Later.
Well, what happened to all that, "When somebody makes a call,
we all got to answer it," bullshit?
I need this one, Twin.
Some shit's coming up, and I got to get this cash
quick-fast, in a hurry.
Look, I'm going to the same spot.
They the only ones getting Suicides in the city.
That's why I need someone looking out.
Fuck you, then.
Fuck all y'all.
Yo, bitch didn't lie.
Hmm?
Oh, shit.
Not when she trying to save her mama, she not.
♪ I go to work like a doctor ♪
♪ When I rock the mic You got to like ♪
♪ The way I operate I make miracles happen ♪
♪ Just from rappin' I'm so lyrically potent ♪
♪ And I'm flowin' And explodin' ♪
♪ On the scene mean I got the potential ♪
♪ To make you go then chill ♪
♪ I got the credentials That are so essential ♪
♪ To make a rhyme send chills And you know I will fulfill ♪
♪ Make a couple of mil As I build a guild ♪
♪ For all the rappers of skill And kill ♪
♪ The weak rappers With no thrills ♪
♪ Hang 'em in effigy ♪
♪ If he's a sucker Hang him to the left of me ♪
♪ 'Cause my right-hand man Is my mic stand and ♪
♪ The microphone that I own And my game plan ♪
♪ Is keeping at A steady pace ♪
♪ Running around Holding ya head ♪
♪ Asking your homeboy ♪
♪ "Yo, man, you heard What he said?" ♪
♪ Another funky rhythm ♪
♪ Look at your man And give him a high five ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm live Running round with him ♪
♪ Telling everybody Hanging out on the block ♪
♪ It's time to wake up And check the clock ♪
♪ I go to work ♪
Hey, get--
Get the fuck off me, man!
Calm down. Stop. -Let me go!
Stop, stop.
I know you.
Keep it.
We're even now, all right?
You understand?
Get the fuck out of here.
Next time, I won't let you go.
You got that?
Damn.
Shit messy.
Well, they say messy motherfuckers is geniuses.
Then you Albert Einstein.
Hey, don't tell your moms.
Shit supposed to be all counted and bundled and tidy and shit.
Look, man, we gonna load it into them boxes,
cover with that shit.
We gonna march it right into the bodega
like we doing the day's deliveries.
Where Scrappy at?
Shitting himself back at the crib.
Yo, start packing, nigga.
♪ Living on the edge And taking green in large sums ♪
♪ Always on the run, Going to it-- ♪
We about to tax these motherfuckers, man.
Yo, keep boxing up.
I'll be back in 20.
Make sure your slow ass is done by then.
I'ma lock it up.
Make sure you don't fucking open the door for no one.
Yo. For no one.
I saved his ass last time.
And he saved mine.
He let me go with the jacket.
Yeah, see? That's karma.
You do nice things, and nice things happen to you.
I got to be honest, though.
This just seems like a regular jacket.
I don't get it. I don't get risking everything for a fucking ski coat.
That's 'cause that shit was made for you, Nicole.
You and all your friends.
See, me
and people that look like me,
we ain't supposed to have that jacket.
Supposed to be out of reach for us.
Part of a world that ain't ours.
Ralph Lauren came up in the Bronx.
And his name wasn't even Ralph Lauren.
It was Ralph Lifshitz,
and Ralph Lifshitz didn't come from no money.
He was poor as hell.
Didn't have nothing.
That's what his whole Polo shit's based on.
Things he wished he had.
Things he was striving for.
Some kind of life that wasn't meant for him,
A life he dreamed of living.
So...
Ralph Lauren like me.
He a lowlife.
Shit. I don't want to mess it up.
I'm giving it to you.
But I thought the whole point was so you can sell it
so you can get money and get into a studio.
It's like that whole karma thing you were talking about.
That security guard just let me have it like he did,
and...
I'm thinking...
maybe you're right about all this boosting anyway.
I want you to have it.
I want you to think of me every time you wear it.
I think about you anytime I'm thinking about anything.
Shit. I love this song.
♪ Show me, show me, show me ♪
♪ How you do that trick ♪
♪ "The one that makes me scream," she said ♪
♪ "The one that makes me laugh," she said ♪
♪ Threw her arms around my neck ♪
♪ "Show me how you do it ♪
♪ "And I promise you ♪
♪ "I promise that I'll run away with you ♪
♪ I'll run away with you"... ♪
I've never done this before.
I have.
Mm. What should I do?
Uh, whatever feels good.
♪ I had to make her glow ♪
♪ "Why are you so far away?" She said ♪
♪ "Why won't you ever know ♪
♪ "That I'm in love with you? ♪
♪ That I'm in love with you?" ♪
♪ You ♪
♪ Soft and only ♪
♪ You, lost and lonely ♪
♪ You ♪
Don't even breathe, motherfucker.
How much more?
Yo, you need to stop sweating me, man.
We get busy about five o'clock. I don't want my customers to be disturbed.
I'm the only customer that matters, nigga.
C-c--
Charge him for five cans of dog food.
Son of a bitch.
Where'd your mans take the rest?
Yo, I don't know, all right? They don't tell me shit.
Don't think I don't know who you are, nigga.
And I know you were there when Buck got hit.
I ought to just cap you on the strength of that alone.
♪ And Nixon talking about ♪
♪ "Don't worry Worry, worry, worry" ♪
♪ He say, "Don't worry, worry Worry, worry, worry, worry" ♪
♪ He say, "Don't worry, worry Worry, worry" ♪
♪ But they don't know ♪
These motherfuckers.
♪ There can be no show ♪
♪ And if there's hell below ♪
♪ We're all gonna go ♪
-Go!
Go!
I'm gonna walk out of here, or I'ma put a bullet
in this little nigga head, you hear me?
Breathe, brother.
Yo, just breathe.
You know whose kid that is?
Yeah, I know who he--
You 'Nique's boy.
God damn!
Yo, you hit?
Yo, half our shit just left in that van!
Hey, you should've just let him kill me.
Once my mom find out I'm here, I'm dead anyway.
Yo, that's why she ain't gonna find out.
We gonna clean this shit up, get you home,
and she'll never know you were here.
Shit. I shouldn't have left you here.
Fuck!
♪ I'm a born killer You're face-to-face... ♪
You're late, Kanan.
Got caught up at the pizza spot with Famous.
I'll be down in a few.
You got one minute.
♪ ...warned you 'bout a nigga like me 'Cause I don't eat and I don't sleep ♪
♪ Save that motherfucking flak 'Cause talk is cheap ♪
♪ And, uh, since you got beef Let's take it to the streets ♪
♪ And I'ma bring it to your ass, G ♪
♪ I'm coming from the heart, son ♪
♪ And I don't take no shit But I'm about to start some ♪
♪ Now, which one of you hos Wanna jump ♪
♪ If you got static, Then get it off your chest, punk ♪
♪ 'Cause I ain't barring none ♪
♪ If you're feeling lucky Then go ahead and get you some ♪
♪ I ain't with this fucked shit ♪
♪ If you ain't in trick Then get your ass ♪
♪ In your trunk, bitch ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm about to square it off ♪
♪ Hit your ass in the chest With the Tec and system ♪
♪ Send you back to Mommy In some plastic ♪
♪ And have the bitch out Hunting for a casket ♪
♪ I'm on the for realla Tilla my nilla ♪
♪ I'm a born killer ♪
Wait up.
We need to talk.
I'm already late.
I want you to like Symphony.
I will.
Dude just feels different, that's all.
Well, sometimes different is good.
I should probably get to class.
Never thought I'd hear you say that.
All I'm asking is, you just give him a chance, Kanan.
Just don't make no decisions about him yet.
Nobody will ever be more important to me than you.
You know this.
It's us against everybody.
Later, Ma.
All right, so we're gonna go back
over skyscrapers.
I'm glad you could make it, Kanan.
Welcome to History of New York City Architecture.
Take a seat.
As I was saying,
New York City has the largest and most varied collection
of skyscrapers in the world,
but it wasn't always skyscrapers.
You okay?
There's no other city in the world
that can rival the size and scope
of New York's skyline.
Why is that important?
When I was in the pen,
I met this dude who had a disease or some shit
that made it so he never slept.
He'd close his eyes every now and then,
but most of the time,
that nigga was wide awake.
And I remember saying to him,
"Man, that ain't a disease. That's a blessing.
You keep your head up 24-7."
And he said, "Ain't no gift, nigga.
"You don't sleep, you don't dream.
"You don't dream, you don't ever go nowhere
but where you are."
But he was wrong.
You sleep in this game,
the only dreams you have are nightmares.
♪ I'm a born killer... ♪
And them nightmares
all end the same way.
♪ Killer, born killer ♪
-♪ Don't fuck with me ♪ -♪Born killer ♪
♪ Don't fuck with me ♪
♪ My mama did her part ♪
♪ But it ain't her fault that I was born without a heart ♪
♪ In other words I'm heartless, duke ♪
♪ I don't love me How the fuck I'ma love you? ♪
♪ That's right You guessed it ♪
♪ I'm legally insane Marked manic-depressive ♪
♪ I'm taking all types Of medication ♪
♪ To keep me out the mood Of premeditating ♪
♪ Yo, the longer I'm alone It's worse ♪
♪ I'm having thoughts Of killing me ♪
♪ But I'm killing you first ♪
♪ My psychiatrist talks But I don't listen ♪
♪ A victim of society Fucked by the system ♪
♪ My whole life's been A seesaw ♪
♪ I'm up one day Down and out on tomorrow ♪
♪ Right now I'm even more upset ♪
♪ Some shit done happened To me ♪
♪ That I don't think I'd ever forget ♪
♪ You think I'd let it die but I ain't ♪
♪ It ain't 'cause I want to It's because I can't ♪
♪ I'ma get ya But I ain't going into it ♪
♪ 'Cause ain't nothing to it But to do it ♪
♪ See, it ain't no sweat To me ♪
♪ 'Cause in the first place You fucked up ♪
♪ The minute That you stepped to me ♪
♪ I'm not Your average dealer ♪
♪ I'm a born killer ♪
♪ I'm a born killer Born killer ♪
-♪ Don't fuck with me ♪ - ♪Born killer ♪
♪ Don't fuck with me ♪
♪ Now I'm living where I can 'Cause I'm homeless ♪
♪ Can't make important calls 'Cause I'm phoneless ♪
♪ I ain't ate And I'm starving, duke ♪
♪ I can't go to mama's house 'Cause mama's starving, too ♪
♪ Better grab that 12-gauge ♪
♪ 'Cause that's the only way A nigga's gonna get paid ♪