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A'ight.

F***, B.

One.

You ain't got

no bottle?

What? Bottle?

What you need

a bottle for, man?

Plastic bottle,

whatever?

Damn, this is a

big-ass rock, B.

Mmm!

All this for a hundred?

Man, this is better than Calvin's stuff.

Word up.

Yo, I could hook up

with you later, right?

Nah, man, I'm across the street.

The building across the street.

All right, G.

Peace out.

You know what this is?

Yeah. It's coke.

Yes, but that's a kilo of coke.

How much is it worth?

$25,000.

- Damn.

- No "damn."

Damn, that's damn good, okay?

A'ight, I'm sayin'--

The sh*t on the street is garbage.

This crud that's washed

with acetone and kerosene.

This is the best product,

and you gonna be the only one

in the street holding this.

$25,000.

$25,000

is the street price.

Of that,

I get $18,000.

$7,000.

That's right, for every key that you move.

You know I--

I still got my job

at the cleaners, um...

No, it's perfect, man,

Because that's how

everybody knows you as Ace.

Forget about heroin.

This is the wave of the future, baby.

Crazy, man.

I'm gonna give you

an eighth of a key, okay?

Break it up.

Do like you did with the rock.

See me in four days, okay?

'Sup, niggas?

How you niggas livin'?

You all a'ight?

Everything good out here?

- What's up, baby?

- Good, good, good. How you feel, baby?

- Chillin'.

- Good. Got that money for me, man?

I gotta make moves.

Yeah, I got it, but not all of it, yo.

What you mean,

you ain't finished?

I got robbed, yo.

Park it around the block!

Around the block, man!

The f*** you mean you got robbed, man?

Who robbed you?

I got robbed, man.

That nigga, Duff.

Nigga Duff?

Let this nigga Duff up on you, man,

- And take your sh*t?

- And my piece, man.

You had your f***in' gun on you, man?

What the f*** is wrong with y'all niggas'?

You niggas stand out here

like the three stooges

of Harlem or somethin', B.?

You gonna let this nigga come

and take your sh*t?

Aren't you a motherfuckin' man?

You wanna let another man

take your sh*t, B.?

You done lost your privilege

of getting any money, man,

until you show me where that man is at.

Until you find that man,

you dead up here, man. You dead, man.

A'ight? You hear what

the f*** I'm sayin', man?

Now, get the f*** off my stoop, man.

Go ahead, man.

Go find that man, B.

Go find him, B.,

unless you like being broke, nigga.

Go this way, man.

Hey, my man, go this way, man.

Go that way, man.

Them niggas don't seem

to understand me out here, B.

Nobody playing games

on these streets, man.

Y'all niggas better

hold it down out here, a'ight?

Them niggas gonna be lookin'

for motherfucking work in Queens

or some sh*t like that, man.

This is Harlem, man.

Y'all niggas better hold it down, B.

Y'all don't know nothin' about this.

Things really got hot in Harlem

when "Scarf ace" came to town.

It was like niggas love

seein' a poor-ass Cuban

just blow up to be the man all by himself.

You wait for me.

I coming back.

Call police!

What the f*** you lookin' at?

Come on.

You wanna f*** with me? Okay.

You cockroaches.

Come on.

You wanna play games?

Come on.

You wanna play rough? Okay.

Say hello to my little friend!

You want more?

Mitch backed up his words

and ended up doing some time.

Now I'm all by myself in the game,

just like Scarf ace.

What's up, old man?

What's going on over here, man?

Man, bust it.

You ain't taking my messages

or something?

Keisha didn't call?

I dropped some tickets

behind this counter,

And this is what I find.

Is this yours

or you keepin' it for a friend?

Man, it ain't even like that, Mr. Pip.

Well, then, what's it like, Ace?

It really ain't none

of your business what it's like.

It's my store.

Anything up in here is my business.

You don't have to worry about that.

I'm gonna take that out of here.

I got a life of my own.

Oh, check you out.

I guess you know somethin'

about the game Calvin didn't, huh?

Ace, you better say something to

me if you wanna stay here,

'cause, see, I ain't doing

these type of favors for no--

I'm missing one of my tapes.

You seen my tape?

Yeah, you been wantin'

to get out of here.

Fine, f*** it then.

Take your ass home.

I want my $75 on Friday.

What you gonna do with $75, kingpin?

Hey, June.

Yeah, hold on a minute.

Hey, Ace.

How you doin'?

I'm good.

Your mama ask you

to come pick up something?

Nah.

Oh, so what's going on, honey?

You wanna make some money'?

Yeah. Come on in.

Yo. Check this out.

How many bottles is this?

2,000.

Damn. 2,000 bottles?

That's a lot

of motherfuckin' bottles, man.

$100 a bottle, man,

This sh*t ain't gonna

never sell fast enough.

All that for $50?

Yo, man, this sh*t weak

or somethin', man?

Hey, man, you know me, man.

This the best product in town, man.

Don't insult me. Here.

Man, f*** it, man.

Give me two of them Jones.

Give me two of them Jones.

You trippin'.

Yeah, I was trippin', a'ight,

But I was gettin' money.

Talkin' 'bout real money.

Bottle this sh*t up quick, man.

See, other dealers were selling it

at the highest price they could get.

I sold it cheaper,

so I was sellin' it faster.

I sold it so cheap I started

taking their customers away.

See, I was wholesale

on the streets, you understand?

Hey, Lucky,

you want something to drink?

Don't call me Lucky, I said.

Whatever, Lucky.

What you drinkin'?

Fillin' this all the way up.

Now, in the end,

I made more money,

and Lulu always got his return

when he wanted it.

But I wasn't trying to keep

sh*t all to myself, see.

I wasn't tryin' to get on the stage,

and I didn't want people hatin'.

I put people on, understand?

Streets was happy.

Everybody could eat.

Yeah, dealin' was a'ight.

Oooh.

Put this in there for me, man.

Damn, B.!

Hey, yo!

What you doin', man?

Yo, come on, man.

You watchin' that ass--

Count that cash so we can

get up out of here, man.

In lockup,

brothers always heard

what was goin' on on the outside,

especially when it involved money.

And they knew Mitch was first in line

to get put on when he got out.

Have you been

keepin' it tight for me?

Yo! Hurry up off the phone, nigga!

Wait. Hold on a second, B.

Did you hear what I just said?

What the f***?

I'm talkin' to you, nigga.

Oh, sh*t!

Yo!

Oh!

Come on!

10 niggas jumped the nigga, fams.

10 niggas pounded him out,

stomped the sh*t out of this nigga, man.

And then this other Panamanian-type

of dude, I don't even know,

he had, like, 10 razors in his ass, man.

He takes it out his ass, he's give a nigga

a buck 5O across his face, man,

blood everywhere, sh*t gushin',

C.O.'s not even comin',

lettin' the whole sh*t go down, man.

What's up with your peoples, man?

Hey, but, yo.

Go ahead.

What was, um, what was

the Puerto Rican kid's name?

Rico, Chico, some -- Mico -- some sh*t.

He from the east side, man.

You know him.

He be poppin' willies, man,

selling coke,

Always f***in' with the b*tches,

think he a pretty nigga.

You know --

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