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Hello?

Sh*t, nigga, make it easy on yourself.

I don't know.

No, baby, I ain't--

Ain't you sick of giving me your money'?

Oh, sh*t.

Ho-- oh!

- I know he didn't do it, baby.

- Yeah. Hold on one second.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Where you going?

I'm about to go make these drop-offs!

What up, niggas?

Everything all right, man?

That chillin', man?

Everything a'ight?

Are you feeling the joint, baby?

It's that new sh*t, man.

White niggas ain't even got this.

Hey, Boogie!

What's up, nigga?

You feelin' me, man?

It's like a motherfuckin' spaceship, man.

You got the, um...

You feelin' me yet, man'?

You got the gold BBS

on this motherf***er.

What's up, man?

Let me take you for a little spin, man.

Show you what it feel like.

I gotta go make these drop-offs.

You think you're

the only one out here workin', B.?

I gotta make drop-offs, too, B.

Come on, man, get in, man.

I ain't takin' no for an answer, man.

It's the world-famous Brucie B.,

On the mix for my man, Mitch.

You know how we do.

We got the brand-new song,

We coming through town,

we bouncin'.

A'ight, here we go.

It's flavor!

It's my man, Mitch!

I see you, baby. Yeah!

What's up, niggas?

What's happenin'?

Money Mitch.

Aw, so you got that new Saab thing?

Come on, man, you know

I'm out here, man.

- Okay, what's up?

- What's up, B.?

I hope you didn't stop

to disappoint a nigga, man.

I hope that game is still on, man.

I hope we still got that bet, man.

What?

Man, I still hope we got

that $5,000 bet happenin', man.

- What?

- The Knicks, nigga.

- What? What?

- Turn down the boom-ass stereo.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

- We still have 5 G's, nigga?

- 5 G's man.

You gotta stop acting like

you ain't makin' money, man.

Make it $10,000, man.

What's wrong with you?

Nigga, we gettin' more money than you, man,

I got a G.

For every bump on your face, nigga.

Whatever you want, punk.

Hey, what's you laughin' at, man?

You need to put your man on, he look bad.

Tell him to get hit

with an ounce of somethin' somethin'.

Yo, this is my Thursday car.

On Saturday, I'm breakin' out

with something new, all right?

Saturday, report to bridge.

Yo, man, I am the bridge, man.

You report to me, man,

always, man. At all times.

Hey, none of that sh*t, man.

Man, you might wanna holler at me.

You dumb-ass niggas.

Oh, yeah.

Everybody's chillin'.

- Tommy Tom.

- Yeah, what's up, baby?

- What's up, man?

- Hey, baby.

My streetside negro.

Taking care of the community?

Yes, indeed.

I'm takin' care of you, too.

It's all good.

Yep. You're so damn neat

with your money.

Come on, man.

You know me, man.

Cleanliness is next to godliness.

What's up, little niggas?

How y'all livin'?

You left this in your pants last time.

Do you always return everything

you find in the laundry?

Nah.

I didn't think so.

You find something in there, you keep it.

It's a tip for you.

- This?

- Mm-hmm.

That's nothing for me.

My job brings me plenty.

But you ain't no drug dealer.

I'm not?

Moneymakin' Mitch.

Tell me somethin' good, baby.

- It's all good, Ice.

- I know it is.

Why am I not a drug dealer?

I'm sayin' I don't see you outside.

The way you dress--

You dress nice.

What about your friends?

They dress nice.

Fancy.

- Tuck them laces in, all right?

- All right!

Don't be slackin' on that.

Yeah, he's your right-hand man, now.

- Next week, nigga.

- Makin' that real money.

Yeah, but you-- You dress nice-nice,

you understand?

They dress-- whatever, loud-nice.

Okay. Thank you.

You don't even got a car, do you?

What do I need a car for?

Family movin' up in the business.

I know you gonna look after family.

What family you talking about, Ice?

F***, I look invisible, nigga?

Did I pass the test, compre?

It's not--

It's not a test.

I'm just sayin'.

You like money, right'?

Yeah.

I'm broke, baby.

I ain't got no money.

Bullshit.

I see you shinin', nigga.

I can smell a motherf***er with money.

Even Ray Charles could see

you got money.

Dang.

Look at this nigga.

Little Sonny and his crew,

the future of our nation.

Ain't that a b*tch?

Damn, man.

You got the John Wayne sh*t, man.

F***in' gun all up

in the 007 compartment, man. Damn.

Well, the way you dress, nigga,

you ain't got to worry about those cats.

You'll be invisible up in the club.

Exactly.

Nah, I'm just f***in' with you, bud.

What you doin', man?

What's that?

You tell me, man.

It looks like coke, nigga.

You f*** me up, A.

You never say sh*t, B.

Just come out the blue

with some coke, huh?

Well, to tell you the truth,

I ain't f***in' with coke right now, man.

The sh*t just ain't clickin', B.

You know what you need to do, man?

You need to f*** with that cat

your sister be talkin' to,

that nigga, Calvin, man.

He sells coke.

Nah, I ain't f***in' with that nigga, man.

He's dumb.

- Hey, man, what, man?

- What you mean "what?"

I'm just tryin' to picture Mr. Jefferson

hustlin' on these streets.

I've seen you roll up in the black Saab

with the gold BBS's, man.

I said, "Damn, this dickety-stick

is really makin' this money.

He's really makin' money, man,"

you understand?

Listen, hey.

It ain't just about the money.

It's not.

You know what it's about, man?

It's about f***in' those skeezers

like that right there,

It's about drivin' these fly-ass cars,

And it's definitely about never dressin'

like a nigga like you, man.

Okay, man.

Come on, man. Let's go be stars

up in this joint, all right?

Yeah, baby!

Dance it up, y'all!

Go on and get out there

and move it!

Come on!

Come on!

Yeah! This is all about boogie.

We boogie nonstop.

We at the top.

We got it goin' on.

A'ight, here we go.

- What's up? What's up, man?

- Hey, hey.

Hey, my man!

Ladies' lookin' good --

Yeah!

Mitch was a real star.

See, when the lights caught him,

he always looked good.

Yo, my man, Mitch, in the house!

Yeah! Lookin' good, King!

I see you!

A'ight, here we go!

And Mitch got love from everybody.

I mean, everybody.

What are you doing?

Go to sleep, little man.

Lucky, you're up.

You workin' today?

You know, don't call me "Lucky," Ma.

Been a long time since

I found food stamps

or something like that.

Now, don't forget when you

picked that $700--

Ma, that was when I was 12-years-old,

you know what I'm sayin'?

I'm grown now, and there ain't

a whole lot lucky to do with me

getting up and goin' to work right now,

So, I don't wanna be called "Lucky."

Thanks, Mom.

All right, baby.

Guess your sister got to get

a better man now.

Boy just got busted by the cops.

He was dealing right in front

of your building.

Didn't I tell you?

Can't do sh*t with that cash now

except hire a lawyer.

- Did you see it?

- Nah.

I heard about it on the way over here.

Cops must've been watching

his dumb ass.

Yo, chief, you seen Calvin?

Nah, he got locked up.

Yo, takin' his place?

Never mind.

Yo, yo, yo, yo,

yo, yo, yo.

Hold on one second, man.

What, um--

What you lookin' for?

Just one.

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