First Time Felon

Give it back!

Basic cable, no telephone.

One hour, three hours, full day, overnight.

Three hours.

l don't want no drugs, no guns,

no trouble in here.

People live here, it's their home.

There are children in here.

You understand?

Look here.

See that there cane and that there cross?

That stands for ''Vice Lord.''

l was born Vice Lord.

My daddy was a five-star.

Oh man, that's nice.

See, my baby is a big dog.

Go on home! Go the f*** home, Tanisha!

Hey, Pookie!

Hey, what'd l tell you? Come here.

Ta-dow.

Ta-dow.

-Give her one of these.

-Don't trip.

-She ain't paid for them last three.

-We go way back with her.

This is the last one

we give your ass for free.

Take that sh*t and go home, Tanisha.

Get the f*** out of here.

Sweetie, l gotta go.

All right, come here.

-l'll see you later.

-All right, baby.

l wanna get one of those.

Damn, l can't get down with that?

Greg! Pookie!

What's up, what's up?

What's up, man?

Yo, yo, check this out, man.

l don't like the way things looking.

We need to shut this down. Five-O.

-We ain't made sh*t.

-Shut it down, man.

-Why you tripping?

-Cops all over the place.

Freeze!

Slow, slow!

Turn around!

Listen up!

l said, ''Listen up!'' Quiet!

You have drugs,

put them in this garbage can!

We find them later,

you gonna wish you had!

Now, what the f*** is you looking at?

l ain't motherfuckin' Picasso, goddammit!

l ain't a f***ing painting on the wall!

Who you talking to,

you little midget bastard!

Ain't nobody

in your motherfucking business.

You b*tch!

What, b*tch?

Stuttering motherf***er!

He ain't mean nothing by it.

He just f***ing with you.

You ain't sound right.

No, l meant that sh*t, motherf***er.

We'll take care of this later, punk.

-Name?

-Edward Buber.

Want protective custody?

Up to you, but they don't pay me enough

to go in there, not by myself.

Division Six.

-Name?

-Tyrone Sims.

Division Six.

-Name?

-Peter Jackson.

Division Five.

-Name?

-Greg Yance.

-Division Six.

-Hell no, Officer, we's together.

That's my clique.

No changes, move it!

What you want? Money?

Get this idiot out of here.

Name?

A motherfucking white boy!

l'm gonna take all your goddamn sh*t!

-What's up, folks?

-What's up? Yeah, yeah.

What's up, boss?

Roll up in there.

What up, folks?

What up?

This motherf***er's a hook!

l seen him and his fag-ass crew earlier!

Look at his motherfuckin' tattoo!

Fool ain't Disciple!

-This here Vice Lord.

-Ta-dow, people.

Four-star Vice Lord.

This Disciple house, fool.

-l guess l'm in the wrong room.

-You got that right.

False flagger.

l'm gonna show you

how we handle that little action.

Bada-bing.

Jump that false flagger down here to me.

Get on your knees, motherf***er!

This ass...

...he tried to go over to the Vice Lords.

But we got the b*tch back.

Been breaking him off a little

something-something for two days now.

l ain't no false flagger.

l'm Vice Lord for life.

Sh*t.

Hear somebody call out ''boss'', thought

the n*gger knew me from the street.

-They call me ''Boss Dog''.

-l didn't know they called Disciples ''boss''.

-This sh*t is just a confusion, it's a mix-up.

-Let me handle this here.

Stand up.

Step the f*** up outta here.

Raise out!

Give me my shirt back!

What's up, partner?

What's up, partner? You Vice Lord?

Ta-dow.

You in the right room now

and you gonna need this here.

They tell me they had you

over in the Disciples' room.

You see one of our soldiers over there?

Yeah.

He still alive?

lf you wanna call it that.

You know they got us outnumbered.

lt's about 75 of them,

only 20-something of us.

They beat that man up

and stabbed that man over an orange.

Over a goddamn orange.

We gonna kill them motherfuckers.

Y'all hear me?

Yeah.

We gonna move on in Disciples' ass today.

Motherfucks.

This sh*t ain't happening.

Mama, no...no, it wasn't nothing.

Sh*t, l didn't do nothing.

Mama, it was a police sweep.

Picked up everybody on the block.

lt didn't matter what you were doing

or not doing. l'm telling you.

What?

Yeah.

N*gger--

That there's some bullshit.

l won't go back to that damn place.

You got to plea-bargain for me.

l can't. You had over 5 grams on you.

That's trafficking.

-You don't understand.

-No, you don't understand.

They got motherfuckers in there

for chopping up their mama.

They gonna put me in there

with murderers and rapists?

Not one word out of you in court.

Understand?

No, l don't understand. Look at me.

You the public defender, you do your job

or l talk to the judge myself.

No, you will not.

You will keep quiet and let me do my job.

Just let me do the talking.

Now, come on. Go.

Stand up.

l have no choice but to assign you

the minimum mandatory sentence...

...of five years without parole,

to an lllinois correctional facility...

...according to Section 97,

Paragraph 3 of federal guidelines.

Because this is your first offense,

pending qualification...

...you will be given a choice

to serve an alternative sentence...

...under the jurisdiction

of the prison boot camp program.

This sh*t's a f***ing joke.

You did what you did

and now you got to pay.

You think you can do whatever you want

and get away with it?

Five years for my first offense?

That's bullshit there, Mama.

What about this boot camp?

l don't know.

l heard it's out in the middle of nowhere.

Guards yelling at you,

telling you to do pushups.

Like the army. What's wrong with that?

lt'll give you discipline.

l don't want my son

to go through five years of this.

You get through that boot camp

and you come home!

Boss Dog!

Pookie!

-What's up, player?

-What's new, partner?

-All right. What you get, man?

-Sh*t.

l got five years.

Or this here boot camp sh*t.

Word?

l heard some sh*t about that boot camp.

Redneck Ku Klux Klan motherfuckers.

Tell you to eat your own sh*t,

you got to do it.

Sh*t, dog...

...l don't know if l wanna become

the type of n*gger l gotta be...

...to try to survive up in this b*tch

for five years.

-What up, King?

-Hey, baby, what's up?

-What's up, dog?

-What's happening?

l'm out.

What?

-How's you out and we in?

-Sh*t, n*gger, l paid my lawyer.

See, the key to this sh*t

is having a good lawyer.

l give him a little something each month,

even if l'm not arrested.

What happened to

all that motherfucking money y'all made?

How many times l told y'all

you got to save your money?

Now this sh*t here is the consequences

of the motherfucking game.

Now you gotta deal with it.

Let me tell y'all something, both of you.

Keep your motherfucking mouth shut.

All right, l'm outta here.

-All right, King.

-All right, player.

That there's a slick-ass n*gger.

l didn't qualify for no boot camp.

l got that prior, man.

Them ugly-ass sneakers?

l told you to leave them shits in the store,

you stupid-ass n*gger, man.

What you said about doing sh*t

you don't wanna do up in here to survive?

l'm gonna have to do 'em, boss.

l got five years, no parole.

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