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Yeah. Just call your boy.

Guch!

I'm a drug dealer now.

Come on, Bro,

what's taking your man so long?

Here he come, right here. Here he is.

Let's get this party started.

- What up, Shavoo?

- What up, Guch?

What up, dawg. What's your name again?

Guch, right? You're a funny cat.

Uh-huh!

I almost got you. So what's up?

I'm glad y'all made it, man.

I was about to get on the phone

and start making some calls.

Stop bullshitting. You know I'm all you got.

Sh*t. This sh*t will sell itself.

All I got to do is make a few calls.

Them calls will kill you.

This ain't weed, Guch. This is coke.

Brothers will kill for coke.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Well, these days I'm prepared for anything.

What you say me and you stop f***ing

around before we both go elsewhere?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Now you talking.

So, what's up? What's up, bro?

Y'all got that money?

- Right there. You got that sh*t?

- Hell, yeah, I got that sh*t.

Just the way we laid it out for you last time.

All laid out.

Check that out, B.

Yo, hold on, man!

Yo, what you doing, man?

- Relax.

- No, I ain't no relaxing!

Ain't nobody checking nothing out.

I'm checking the money out.

This is becoming a tense situation.

Yeah, you know what, Shavoo?

I don't like surprises.

What y'all talking so loud for?

Keep it down.

Neither do I.

I thought this motherf***er was dead.

Surprises.

That's what I'm talking about.

I need to count that money.

Let me check this out, man.

Come on.

Make sure you see the right one, and

don't be looking at the numbers, either.

Take us straight to the door you took it to.

All right. Just give me a second.

I'm trying to remember.

Damn, man, it was just yesterday.

I know,

but I was high as hell yesterday, man.

Don't give me that high sh*t.

Just find it. Come on.

- What you doing?

- Counting hundred stacks.

Okay. That way, you can just stack sh*t

all over the house,

- so we know exactly what we have?

- Yeah.

Man, you know you ain't never had to

count no damn money before, man.

Look, make 50 stacks of 20s, okay.

After you get 10 of them,

put it all together, that's $10,000.

Please, do it the way

I'm asking you how to do it, man.

That way,

we can get out of here sometime today.

- All right?

- All right.

- This is it, right here.

- You're a f***ing liar. All right?

Don't you try that sh*t, pothead.

You know that sh*t ain't it.

Matter of fact,

I stuck my head out of here yesterday

and asked you if we got anything.

Remember?

You're right. That's right. He's right.

See, I told you.

Now where did you take it to?

All right. I came out that door over there,

because the elevator sometimes works.

- The elevator works?

- Yeah, man, sometimes.

And I walked down this way.

- This is it, right here.

- See, I told you!

- I told you he didn't bring it here...

- Shut the f*** up.

You want the whole block down here?

- Would you shut up?

- You shut up. Don't tell me to...

Shut up!

Are you sure this is it?

Yeah, I'm sure.

I must have taken it to the wrong address.

- F***ing d*ckhead.

- Stupid ass.

You're right. You guys are absolutely

right about me. I'm a d*ckhead.

Okay. I can't believe I messed this up.

F***.

Well, you know what?

I'm gonna get up on out...

Where do you think you're going?

What you talking about?

I'm going back to work.

Okay. You guys asked me

to take you to where I took it,

and this is where I took it. All right?

This is it, right here.

People are gonna be looking for me.

There's gonna be

a lot more people looking for you

if you don't get my sh*t back.

There ain't no way in hell

I can get your sh*t back, man.

What the hell do you want me to do?

Who the f*** is that?

- I don't know.

- What you mean?

It's your house, motherf***er.

What do you mean you don't know?

I don't know. I ain't got no friends.

How I know it ain't y'all's people?

Oh, no. No, no, no.

Hey, now, look. When we get the sh*t,

y'all get the money.

No, man. Look.

Y'all motherfuckers better calm down.

You got guns all over this...

That ain't no mama-knock.

F*** this sh*t, Shav.

- What the f*** is going on?

- Who the f***'s that at the door?

Who is it?

- It's that NDA guy.

- Well, don't answer it.

He might have another box for us.

Oh, sh*t!

Box? Get that sh*t, B.

Man, that was a grown-ass man knock.

F*** that sh*t.

You see something?

Can you see down there?

Guch, what the f*** is going on

up in here?

All right, go ahead, open it.

- What the f***?

- Bro.

Yo, what's up?

Hey, how you doing?

Yesterday, I dropped a box off here,

and it's the wrong address.

So if you'll just give me the box back,

I'll take it to its rightful owner.

- Give me a minute.

- Okay.

- See, I told you.

- Shut up.

- What'd he say?

- He said he wants the box back.

Box?

Tell him what we said. You know, tell him

we took it back down to the station.

It came here,

and it came to the wrong address.

Yo, Guch. What the f*** is going on?

Hey. So do you have it?

Well, we did have it.

Mmm-hmm.

- What the f*** is you doing?

- Shh! Shut the f*** up.

You know what I mean,

we took it back down to the station,

- 'cause it had the wrong address on it.

- Oh! Okay.

What, you think I'm f***ing stupid?

- F***.

- Damn you.

Get your ass in the house. You hear me?

I don't know what the f***

is going on here.

Go!

Yeah, neither do I.

- But I know one thing, that's my sh*t.

- F*** you, that's my sh*t!

It's in my house.

Who you think you are?

Who you think you are,

coming to my crib,

waving your guns around, talking sh*t?

You see, that sh*t was coming to my crib!

He f***ed up

and brought it to the wrong spot.

No, I don't got nothing to do with this sh*t.

Yo! Why don't we just put the guns down?

Shut the f*** up!

So what you thought, you was just gonna

come in here and take some sh*t.

- Is that what you thought?

- I ain't leaving without it.

Yeah, we ain't leaving here without it.

No? Y'all ain't gonna leave without it?

Okay.

Okay.

Then take this with you.

Get the f*** out of here!

Guch!

You want war, motherf***er?

What? What?

Damn.

F***! That's my cousin, b*tch!

B*tch!

- Get the sh*t!

- Yeah, I got it. I got the gun.

- Go! Go!

- Hey, Shav!

F***!

Come on!

Where are you crawling to,

you f***ing cockroach?

This is for Bodega.

Always remember

what you're doing it for.

If it ain't worth dying for,

you don't wanna be in it.

God, if this is your way to tell me

to stop smoking weed, I hear you.

I hear you.

Oh, sh*t.

Jess?

- What?

- Okay?

You don't want this.

I'm telling you right now,

you don't want this.

Get your ass back in that apartment.

Jess?

Jess?

Jess?

Baby! Baby!

Oh, God!

Jess?

Jess?

Oh, my God.

Baby! Baby.

Are you okay?

- Oh, my God. Baby.

- Chi. Chi, help me up.

Come on.

What? Are you okay?

Sh*t.

Chi. Chita.

Get the Ileyo.

- Get the Ileyo?

- Get the Ileyo.

- Go.

- All right, all right, all right.

Hold up, hold up, hold up.

Hold up, hold up.

I get money, I get money

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