Previously on Raising Kanan...
I don't seem that much older than you, do I?
Mom, is this milk still good?
Shit! Corinne!
Miss Thomas, I'm Corinne Ashford.
There's something you should know.
Do not have sexual relations
with a man as one does with a woman.
I'm Detective Malcolm Howard.
I need to talk to you about Detective Shannon Burke.
Come on in.
Anyone finds out I shared this with you, Shannon,
I'm out of a job.
So Howard had a 17-year-old female informant
back in the '70s?
Fuck.
How do you know Kanan Stark?
Turns out One-Eyed Jack
wasn't no snitch after all.
And his mom, she ain't buyin'
that he died by his own hand.
You told me Scrap was a snitch.
I made a mistake.
That's my number. I hope you stay in touch.
I'd love to hear from you.
I'd love to be heard.
Got a rat problem.
If I do this, it's outside my family.
My father doesn't know about this.
Ahh!
Oh, fuck.
♪ 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 ♪
This motherfucker figured
he'd hide out until his shit got better.
Thought that slug he was carrying
was just gonna make peace with him...
ease the fuck up.
But that ain't how it works.
Once you start bleeding,
it's damn near impossible to stop.
I'm dying.
Because in this game...
...shit like that don't ever get better.
It only get worse.
And it stay getting worse
until it can't get no worse no more.
Baby!
I can't find my keys. Where'd you put 'em?
It's Kanan Stark mother. Open up.
Open up or I'ma shoot this shit open.
Stay away from my son.
This right here is a warning,
and you only get one of them.
I have no idea what you're talking about--
Shut the fuck up.
I talked to your daughter.
She told me all your shit.
And I asked around about you.
Turns out Kanan
ain't the first young boy you been messin' with.
But he about to be the last.
Like I said, I don't know what you're talking--
I heard what you said.
But do you hear what I'm sayin'?
'Cause next time you see me, I ain't gon' be sayin' shit.
Go to school.
♪ I'm your idol ♪
♪ The highest title numero uno ♪
♪ I'm not a Puerto Rican ♪
♪ But I'm speakin' so that you know ♪
♪ And understand ♪
♪ I got the gift of speech ♪
♪ And it's a bleesin' ♪
♪ So listen to the lesson I preach ♪
♪ I talk sense condensed ♪
♪ Into the form of a poem ♪
♪ Full of knowledge from my toes ♪
♪ To the top of my dome ♪
♪ I'm kinda young but my tongue...♪
Only thing I heard is Marco got killed
on some home invasion bullshit in Westchester.
Smash and grab gone wrong.
But we know better than that.
Don't we, Marvin?
Yeah.
See, you had that nigga on some work for you.
Fuck kinda business I got with the Italians?
The kind that got that nigga killed.
You know, it ain't Marco
you need to be worried about anyway.
I mean, like, for real, he dead, he gone.
It's his partner you need to be worried about.
That's what's gonna really hurt you.
Papers said he got hit too.
Probably dead.
Nigga, you know like I know.
Until that body shows up, he ain't dead.
And if he ain't dead...
he still talkin'.
You about to be in a world of shit, my nigga.
♪ Put your guns In the air ♪
♪ If you's a real nigga ♪
Kanan? Scrappy's mother.
Man, you can't just roll up on people like that.
I have--way you came up here, I thought you was--
I'm sorry about Scrappy.
He was a good brother.
He said the same about you.
I need you to talk to your mother, Kanan.
My boy didn't kill himself.
You know it like I do.
And I believe your mama know it too.
But she lettin' that shit stand
with no kind of answer to nobody?
These motherfuckers who took my son from me?
Out here living their lives,
with not a care in the fuckin' world?
That shit don't sit right with me.
And it shouldn't with Raq neither.
Scrappy was family.
My mother loved him.
Then why isn't she out there
findin' the niggas who shot him?
'Cause the police says
Scrappy's the one that pulled that trigger.
Fuck what the police say.
Someone put a bullet in my son's head.
Talk to your mother.
Tell her to do somethin'.
'Cause if she don't...
I will.
♪ Guns in the air Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪
♪ Put your guns in the air If you's a real nigga ♪
♪ Put your guns in the air Push bricks ♪
Who is it?
It's Laverne.
What's up?
I'm missin' school for this.
This is more important than school, baby.
We all wanna talk to you.
Yo, where the fuck is my song?
You took my money, but I ain't get my spins yet.
I'm late for a meeting with my boss.
I need to get to work, brother.
When you playin' our track?
It's all about that timing, baby.
Gotta whet they appetite before we serve 'em they meal.
Yo, where Crown at, man?
Crown's on vacation.
You workin' with me now.
It's all good, baby. DJ Mo can roll with anyone.
I only ask 'cause Crown knows how this shit work.
This your new artist right here?
Maybe she can come upstairs
and, uh, make her pitch all personally and shit.
Sometimes your boy Mo need a little extra convincing.
Convinced? My shit plays today.
Not once, not twice, not three, four, five times.
My shit stays on repeat. Do you understand?
I understand.
Don't do...
I'm sorry, I can't hear you.
I understand. Don't do this.
Okay, okay, okay, okay. Okay.
- It's okay. - I'ma play it.
Yeah, it's all right. You gon' play it. You good.
- You good. - Okay.
You good.
Go to work, nigga.
- You late. - Yeah.
Why are all these people here?
Because they care for you.
We all love you.
- God loves you. - Mm-hmm.
And we wanna help you.
We wanna turn you into the person you wanna be.
I am the person I wanna be.
But you're not the person God wants you to be.
My lawyer's out of town right now,
so Abraham's gonna just have to sit tight for a minute.
The bing ain't that bad, Traymont.
Tell Abraham to think of it as quiet time.
An opportunity to reevaluate and reconsider.
I mean, truth is
you both have been flying
a little too close to the sun lately.
Icarus, nigga. Look it up.
Look...
I got some shit in front of me
that demands my immediate attention,
so I'ma circle back to you.
Well, Traymont's boy got caught with a gun.
Wants me and my lawyer to get him out.
But Abraham's gonna have to sit on ice for a minute.
Give these D.C. niggas a refresher
on the organizational chart.
They don't get these champagne wishes
and caviar dreams without me.
A nigga don't know he needs ya until he needs ya.
Mm-mm!
I beg you, Lord,
cast out these vile thoughts from this young woman!
Vanquish these demons!
Cleanse yourself of all that is unholy!
Release the perversions that inhabit your soul!
It's okay, baby.
We gonna get through this together.
A man and his wife...
were both naked and not ashamed.
Not ashamed because they lay together in matrimony
and harmony as man and woman!
Oh, wait, wait.
Nobody said anything about hittin' or nothing like that.
This pain pales in comparison
to an eternity in hell, Sister Kenya.
Is that what you want for your daughter?
Eternal damnation?
God wants to help you,
but He needs to hear your will.
Say the words with me.
Help me, Lord.
Used to get the same question
over and over from every motherfucker
that met Juke down the line.
How she get so cold-blooded?
Ain't never my business to tell.
Weren't one single thing anyway.
But shit like this?
It's gonna hurt for as long as you livin'.
Just wonderin' if anyone came through the hospital up there
with a--with a gunshot issue or somethin' like that.
Most likely a white guy. Italian.
He a--he a friend.
You know, uh, we-- we grew up together.
When I say "most likely a white guy,"
I just mean, you know, he mostly white.
He look like, you know...
a regular white boy.
I can't give you a name.
I'm tryin' to maintain that confidentiality and shit.
Yo, whatever, man! Fuck it, then.
I'm just trying to find my mostly white fuckin' friend
that might've got shot!
Good day, gentlemen.
Uh-huh. All right.
Yo, Cap, you got a minute?
No.
But that never stopped any of you motherfuckers
from making yourselves comfortable.
If this is about overtime, it ain't happenin'.
With the budget where it is, they're not lettin' anybody
clock anything over 40 right now.
It's Burke.
Turns out she's been reviewin' my records
and talkin' to some of my old contacts.
Why the fuck would she do that?
I'm assuming it's about my shooting,
but I don't even know.
She been marchin' to the beat of her own drum.
Now, I'm willin' to give her the benefit of the doubt here
and say she was just trying to help her partner out, but...
...don't nobody like someone
diggin' through they old shit, Captain.
Meanwhile, she's stompin'
all over the actual investigation.
Burke's got that overzealous, new-to-the-job thing goin' on.
She ain't new no more.
And fuckin' with your partner's old cases,
that ain't overzealous.
That's oversteppin'.
Yeah, I'll talk to her.
And frankly...
Burke's got enough issues of her own
to contend with right now.
That white girl from the Upper East Side,
the one who OD'd?
Well, her parents won't leave it alone.
And now the father's in the mix.
He's making noise that Burke herself
is involved in the girl's death.
That Burke's been preying on young girls
and plying them with drugs.
- The fuck outta here. - I know.
But Burke shouldn't have put her nose
where it didn't belong in the first place.
And based on what you telling me here,
she hasn't learned her lesson.
All right!
So you just don't go to school no more?
I overslept.
It's been damn near two weeks since we saw you in class.
- I'll catch up. - Catch up.
You hear from Crown recently?
No.
Some nigga that own this spot
said he owe him some studio time.
He ain't heard from him.
How the fuck do I not start with this?
Nigga, your moms! Raq woke me up earlier today.
You crackin' on my moms right now?
Nah, K, she came through my fucking building earlier.
Tried to break her foot off in Corinne mother ass.
The fuck is you talkin' about?
Raq pressed Palomar mad hard.
Told her she ever try to fuck with you ever again,
she was gonna lay her ass out.
And that wasn't no empty threat neither, nigga.
She pulled out that steel.
- My damn mother. - Yeah.
Slamming my door--
Fucker.
Who is it?
It's Kanan.
I can't talk to you no more, Kanan.
What'd my mother say to you?
She told me to leave you alone,
and that's what I'm gonna to do.
She ain't gonna do shit to you, Palomar.
I knew that was your mom
when I stepped to you like that.
And if I'm being honest with you and myself,
I think that's what got me thinkin' about you
in the first place.
But you got too much that come along with you, Kanan.
Too complicated.
Can't mess with you no more.
She not gonna do nothin', all right? Let me--
Neither are we, baby.
Nah. Ay, Palomar, don't--
Palomar, open the door.
Ay, Palomar!
Open the door!
Fuck is you doin'?
What is this, man?
Famous, is you goin' in my shit, man?
I thought it was my bag!
I was gonna get into some homework.
This nigga do homework all of a sudden?
Nigga, that's a daddy test.
It got your initials on it too.
K.S. Kanan Stark. Nigga, that's you.
Who the other nigga, M.H.? Is M.H. Def Con?
Why you got a daddy test
to find out some shit you already know?
Listen, Teresa's inside. She was asking after you.
Let me go to her.
I wanna know what the fuck my kid was doing
with this goddamn dentist.
And I wanna know who he was working with.
You know, Marco...
Marco was always on his own shit, man.
Well, he was workin' with somebody that night,
because the cops said there was another guy there.
I wanna know who it was.
And if he's still fucking breathin',
I wanna have a deep, personal conversation
with this motherfucker.
I'm so sorry, Sal.
Yes, thank you.
You wanna fuck?
Nah, I'm good.
It ain't like those Jamaicans gonna interrupt us again.
Cartier handled it.
I'm not worried about no Jamaicans.
I'm just not thinkin' about all that right now.
You know most dudes would, like, kill to get with me.
I ain't most dudes.
You about to thank me, y'all,
'cause I'm 'bout to introduce you
to a new artist who gonna make a whole lotta noise
in this here biz.
This right here is Zisa,
and the track's called "Bruise."
You're welcome, peoples.
♪ I can't hide the pain ♪
Oh, now we definitely fuckin'.
You right.
♪ Everything ♪
♪ I never been known ♪
♪ As someone to break ♪
♪ I've lost all my reasons ♪
♪ And I'm drowning in regret ♪
♪ I can't Wash away the shame ♪
♪ I'm covering ♪
♪ I can't carry the weight ♪
♪ Was it all for nothing? ♪
♪ Faded by the memory ♪
♪ I relive my sins Over and over ♪
♪ Again ♪
Detective Burke.
A word, please.
Any idea what this is?
Could be about overtime.
Heard he's cuttin' everyone's hours down.
The door.
Have a seat.
I thought we had an understanding,
Detective Burke.
After all that shit with the Bingham girl
and her family,
I thought I made it clear to you
to keep your head down and do your fuckin' job.
You did. You made it clear.
Conducting your own personal investigation
into Malcolm Howard is the exact opposite
of keeping your head down, Detective Burke!
Who told you I was doin' that?
I got eyes and ears everywhere.
That's why they call me Captain Baptiste.
Look, I wasn't investigating Howard, sir.
I was--I was just pitching in--
That is it, Detective!
Your first, last, and final warning.
Keep your fuckin' nose out of everyone else's business.
The bosses are watching you, Burke.
You'd be wise to step real lightly right now.
Is that all?
Thank you, sir.
Wasn't about overtime.
Yeah, that's him. Abraham Drew.
From Maryland, right?
Weapons possession?
Yeah, he the one.
Look, I need that shit handled.
I gotta go.
See?
Takin' the bus wasn't so bad.
When the last time you took the bus?
Let's go inside. I'ma give you the tour.
It's ours.
It's all ours.
This is yours, more like it.
I'm fine where we at.
Southside good enough for me.
Well, now we gonna be better than good enough.
This us.
It's the payoff.
It's what all that work is for.
Why you go talk to Corinne mom like that?
What you expect me to do?
Your girlfriend-- or your ex-girlfriend,
she told me all of the shit you been gettin' into
with her moms.
What you think, I was just supposed
to stand by and let that happen?
You could've came and talked to me first.
I don't have to talk to you, Kanan.
You a child.
And she a grown-ass woman.
And if she gonna do shit like that,
she gonna hear from me, your mother.
That's how it works.
And you ain't the first boy she done that to, by the way.
She ain't do nothin' to me I ain't wanna do.
You feel that way now,
but you might not feel that way later.
How you know how it feel?
I don't have to know how it feel
to know that it ain't right, Kanan.
But maybe you do know how it feel.
I don't know what you talkin' about,
but I don't like the way you sayin' it.
Scrap mother rolled up on me today.
Said she ain't believe he killed hisself.
She think somebody else did it.
That you ain't doin' nothin' about it.
She a mother who lost her son to his own hand
'cause he ain't wanna be here no more.
And she ain't know about it.
So she tryin' to blame somebody 'cause the truth hurts.
Truth hurts. Right.
I'ma go stay with Fame for a while.
Clear my head.
Clear your head of what?
You.
So this all 'cause I stepped to a fuckin' rapist bitch?
This about way more than that, and you know it.
When I brought you back in, we said no more secrets, Kanan.
No more lies.
We did.
Well, there something you wanna say to me,
you should probably say it.
Don't dance around it, boy.
House is nice.
♪ Yes, the good life ♪
♪ Lest you hide All the sadness you feel ♪
♪ You won't really Fall in love ♪
We get the sons we deserve.
♪ 'Cause you can't Take the chance ♪
To Marco.
♪ So be honest with yourself ♪
Vito, again.
♪ Don't try to fake romance ♪
♪ Yes, the good life ♪
♪ To be free and... ♪
We found the person who was with Marco.
It's Dominic.
Of course it fuckin' is.
Mm, that motherfucker!
You take me to this cocksucker right now.
I told him to stay the fuck away.
♪ I still want you ♪
♪ And in case you wonder why ♪
Yo, um, what you doin' with that?
It's all the shit she gave me.
Where the fuck you at, Fame?
Damn, man!
Doctors said, I lost another fuckin' drop of blood,
I'd be gone.
Fini. Kaput.
Just one more drop.
Even now, they say my vitals are really weak.
Yeah, you're a fuckin' champion, Dominic.
I gotta tell you how sorry I am, Sal.
Marco was a good kid.
I mean, a little hot-headed at times,
but he had a heart of gold on him.
Appreciate the kind words.
So, uh...
what were you two doin' there, Dominic?
What was the job?
He did not tell me you wasn't involved, Sal.
If I knew beforehand
that it wasn't sanctioned by you, I'd never--
Your loyalty's never been in question.
You know I'd die for you, Sal.
I know. I know you would.
Why were you there?
It was a hit on a girl.
Marco said it'd be a breeze.
Who ordered the work, Dominic?
Who wanted the girl hit?
Who do you think?
If I knew, I wouldn't be standing here, motherfucker!
It was that nigger bitch's brother with the beard
and that wooly fuckin' pillow
on top of that sooty fuckin' head of his.
I-I told you we should've
killed that girl up in the woods.
Look, Sal, when I get out of here,
I'm gonna be ready to get back to work.
So let me make this right for you.
I'm your guy.
You just focus on getting better.
Huh?
We'll figure out, uh, all the rest
when you're back on your feet again.
Yeah.
Hey, Sal.
Please, my condolences to...
Teresa.
That piece of fuckin' shit in there
doesn't see the sun come up.
He's dead by fuckin' dawn!
And reach out to that nigger queen of Queens
and tell her we need to talk, just the two of us.
Maybe you should've killed her when you had the fuckin' shot.
Give me another chance.
I need a place to sleep tonight.
Dr. Tierney, 2292.
There she go.
Yo. Kenya!
Kenya, I told you to leave her the fuck alone.
She my daughter, Marvin.
You don't even know her.
I know she sinnin'.
I know she going to hell if she don't change.
The fuck you know about sinnin', Kenya?
Is it sinnin' when you decide to abandon your own daughter?
Is it sinnin' when you decide
that chasin' some ballplayer dick
is more important than your child and her father?
Dad!
Laverne!
Don't you see I'm trying to save you?
Trying to give you a better life?
I know this isn't who you are.
I know you wanna go to heaven.
Heaven's just some garbage that they sell to you
about where you go when you dead
so you swallow they shit while you still alive.
I ain't swallowin' shit.
Especially not your shit!
I was fine without you.
I don't need you. I never needed you.
I love you, Laverne.
I love you. Please.
You don't.
Laverne! Laverne!
Laverne!
Yo. Time to wake up, B.
Damn. I forgot I was here.
I ain't know what you like to eat,
but this is all I got, so this what you havin'.
That'll work.
Thanks, man.
You seemed real shook last night.
I ain't wanna interrogate you or none of that,
but this shit right here hell of a surprise.
I mean, I ain't had nowhere else to go.
What's up with your moms' crib?
She there.
Yo, I, uh, appreciate you
for lettin' me stay here last night.
You got a back door or somethin' I could go out of?
I don't really...
need nobody seeing me walk out your front.
Yeah, there's one out back by the kitchen.
If you want 'em to stay crisp,
don't put 'em in the refrigerator.
Well, if you're here to talk to me about anything
other than apples, you best keep to steppin'.
So, uh, you and Howard have a complicated past.
You knew him when you were younger, right?
Back when he was an undercover?
You were his informant.
You know, the only good thing
about that head of yours, Detective,
is the hair you got on top of it.
And that stringy-ass mess, it ain't even all that either.
Go sell your bullshit somewhere else,
'cause all I'm buyin' today is apples and pie crusts.
You all right?
Not really.
Look, um, I know...
I know there's still a lot that you and me gotta figure out,
but I just wanted to say
- that maybe if we-- - I can't.
I can't.
Not today.
I get it.
And another time, that can happen,
but it ain't gonna be today.
Shit.
It was enough for me that you called me Dad back there.
- I-I'll talk to you later. - I'll hit you.
That's not--that's not what I meant to say.
What I meant to say is that... that I'll call you.
Yo, words--words matter, you know.
Uh, and--and-- and how you say 'em matters.
I mean, the tone and--and body language,
that--that shit matters too.
I mean, 'cause--'cause a nigga can seem angry when he's not,
but don't seem like he's angry when he really is.
Yo, this anger thing is a motherfucker, Juke,
but--but--but I'm on it.
I know you are.
This dumb, slow-witted motherfucker
gonna say, "I'll hit you."
Goddamn, Marvin.
Where you goin'?
Famous crib.
That's a lot of shit you packin'.
Could be a while.
I can't trust her no more, Juke.
And it's not just one thing.
It's everything.
Gotten to the point now
I don't know what's bullshit and what ain't.
So it all just feel like bullshit to me.
You said it yourself that night, Juke.
She had me doin' something I had no business doin'.
And even now, I'm startin' to realize
maybe it was about some other shit anyway.
Shit I ain't know at that time.
Shit I wish I ain't know now.
I still don't know what the fuck it all mean, Juke.
About her. About me.
About anything.
Raq love you, Kanan.
But sometimes it feel like she use that love
to do a whole lot of ill shit.
It's like she think that all the fucked-up shit she doin'
gonna be fine if she tell herself
she doin' it for me.
I gotta get the fuck out of there, man.
I gotta get away from her and figure this shit out.
If I can figure this shit out.
Fame livin' like a damn crackhead over there, though.
That is not a tidy nigga.
That's better than here.
And...
you need to make sure you pack some extra drawers.
'Cause your ass don't even know how to do laundry.
So Sal wanna meet me alone?
That's what his mans said.
Well, you the fuckin' Mafia whisperer.
What he want, nigga?
Ask him.
Uh--
we don--we don't know for sure-for sure,
if--if that's even what it's about.
Nigga, yes, we do.
Fuck you do, Marvin?
You heard about the shit in Scarsdale?
What I care about Scarsdale?
If I ain't got no business there,
I don't fuck with it.
It's been in the news.
Wait. You mean that home invasion shit?
The dentist. The girl that got shot up?
Girl name was Antoinette or some shit.
Antonia.
Antonia Depner.
That was Toni Deep.
One of the niggas that busted up in there
got put down too.
They ain't say who it was yet.
His name was Marco Boselli.
Sal's son.
That was his name.
That's who the fuck he was.
No.
Hell, no.
♪ Greater Than all I've known ♪
♪ Can't keep the fire ♪
♪ From burning inside ♪
♪ It won't be denied ♪
♪ This time ♪
♪ Oh, this time ♪
♪ I know you have tried ♪
♪ To keep... ♪
Hey. Drink?
I'm good.
♪ I made mistakes In the past ♪
You bowl?
I used to go to some lanes around the way back in the day.
A guy I used to like fucked with it.
Once I got tired of him, I got tired of the whole shit.
I was the same way with tennis.
Some broad I liked played,
so I tried to turn into Rod fuckin' Laver.
I couldn't hit that ball over the goddamn net
to save my fuckin' life.
Well, what happened with the girl?
I married her.
I was so bad, she felt sorry for me.
Next thing I knew, we're walkin' down the aisle.
Mm.
Sometimes we win even when we lose.
And sometimes we just lose.
♪ I know love is right ♪
♪ This time ♪
Your brother's gotta go.
I'm not gonna pretend my son, Marco, wasn't a fuck-up.
He was,
in almost every aspect of his short fuckin' life.
But he was my kid,
and what happened to him can't go unanswered.
Well, my brother, he didn't kill your son.
He hired him for a job.
Shit went bad. It happens.
There ain't no price to be paid for that.
Your brother went around me to my son.
If he'd come to me first,
we wouldn't be sittin' here right now.
I'm a big believer in balance and karma, Raq.
The universe has laws, and they need to respected.
I could be asking you to give up your own son.
That'd be real balance.
But I have a heart, and he's just a kid.
So I'm tellin' you your brother has to go,
which is fair and just
and about as close to balance as we're gonna get.
With all due respect, my brother,
he ain't gonna pay for your son's fuck-up.
Universe I'm from, it got laws too.
And on the Southside, we pay what we owe.
And me and my brother, we don't owe you shit.
I'm sorry for your loss.
But your loss ain't my loss, and mine ain't yours.
You want balance, that's balance.
What is it with you? Huh?
Is it because you're this woman in a man's business
that you gotta be so tough and mean all the time?
Always trying to prove yourself to the men around you?
I suffered an unspeakable loss because of your brother,
and I offer you a reasonable compromise,
but you just spit it back in my face.
And ain't that just like a nigga,
thinkin' a bitch flexin' 'cause of him?
Nah, Sal.
It ain't about you or any man.
I'm flexin' 'cause of me, 'cause of who I am.
It ain't about you and your dick.
I ain't got shit to prove to you or nobody else.
I'm me.
My sympathies to your family.
And mine to yours.
Had these in his pocket.
This was the only one that survived the water.
Crown Camacho. Bulletproof Records.
Well, looks like the fat lady's
sung her last fuckin' song for you, Crown.
Get home safe, stay warm.
- Good night. - Good night. Good night.
Good night, Bianca.
And remember, just because you aren't yelling
doesn't mean you're not angry.
Okay. Thank you.
Yup.
Ms. Renée?
Oh! Oh, my God.
Marvin.
You scared me.
I didn't mean to creep up on you like that.
It was all my fault.
No, no, it- it's fine. I just...
I wasn't expecting you, or anyone for that matter.
It's... it's kinda late.
Right. Right, it sure is.
I was hopin', you know,
I could, uh, spit at you right quick
'cause a lot's been happenin'
between, you know, me and my daughter.
I could really use your advice, you know what I'm sayin'?
Your- your guidance and whatnot.
I'm always here for you, Marvin.
You know this.
I appreciate the hell out of that.
I really do.
So can we, uh, you know,
go somewhere or somethin', or- you know, to talk?
Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that.
I'm really happy to see you.
I'm really happy to see you too.
And I am touched
that you would reach out to me like this.
Yo, feel like, before, you know, you and me talked
only when I had some, you know, some bad shit happenin'.
So now that I finally got some good shit...
you know, good stuff goin' on,
you know, I wanted you to know.
That means a lot to me
because I wanna know the good stuff.
You deserve the good stuff.
You know that, right?
Hey, Marvin!
♪ I heard payback's A motherfucking nigga ♪
♪ That's why I'm sick Of getting treated ♪
♪ Like a goddamn stepchild ♪
♪ Fuck a punk 'Cause I ain't him ♪
♪ You gotta deal With the nine-double-M ♪
♪ The day is coming That you'll all hate ♪
♪ Just think if niggas Decide to retaliate ♪
♪ They try to keep me From running up ♪
♪ I never tell you to get down It's all about coming up ♪
♪ So what they do Go and ban the AK? ♪
♪ My shit wasn't registered Any fucking way ♪
♪ So you better duck away Run and hide out ♪
♪ When I'm rolling real slow And the lights out ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm about To fuck up the program ♪
♪ Shooting out the window Of a drop-top Brougham ♪
♪ When I'm shooting, Let's see who drop ♪
♪ The police, the media And suckers that went pop? ♪
♪ And motherfuckers That say they too Black ♪
♪ Put 'em overseas They be begging to come back ♪
♪ And say we promote Gangs and drugs ♪
♪ You wanna sweep a nigga Like me up under the rug ♪
♪ Kicking shit Called street knowledge ♪
♪ Why more niggas In the pen than in college? ♪
♪ Because of that line I might be your cellmate ♪
♪ That's from the nigga Ya love to hate ♪
♪ Fuck you, Ice Cube! ♪
♪ Yeah, haha! ♪
♪ It's the nigga You love to hate ♪
♪ Fuck you, Ice Cube! ♪
♪ Ay, yo, baby ♪
♪ Your mother warned you About me ♪
♪ It's the nigga You love to hate ♪
♪ Yo, you ain't doin' Nothin' positive ♪
♪ You ain't doin' nothin' Positive for the brothers ♪
♪ What you gotta say For yourself? ♪
♪ You don't like How I'm livin'? ♪
♪ Well, fuck you ♪