My bullets whistle like
They fly right past your dome
My bullets whistle like
A hundred shots, a nigga's gone
My bullets whistle like
I got the typewriter Tommy Gun
just like Capone
My bullets whistle like
Six feet deep, another homey gone
Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beamer, Benz or Bentley
My jeans are never empty, bitch
I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high
More than 500 horses when I roll by
- Vodka.
- Okay.
Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beat it I bet she let me
Here you go, girl.
I'm the coolest shit
Especially when I throw on all my Gretzky
Got my Sm-Sm-Smith and Wessie
to protect me, so respect me
This is heavy new Bentley
color vanilla and cherry
Andretti-O Pirelli
make a movie out the Getty
Yo, Ali.
What's up?
Listen, man, this nigga Massimo keep
banging me about this delivery, man.
What you want me to tell this dude?
What is he stressing for?
When I get 'em, he gonna get 'em.
- Let him know that.
- Enough said.
Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beamer, Benz or Bentley
My jeans are never empty, bitch
Beamer, Benz or Bentley
- Let's do it!
- Bring it on! Bring it on!
Fuck this shit!
- Enough is enough
- Shut up, bitch
I just want to fu...
Go!
Go! Go, go, go, go!
Oh, shit.
- Enough is enough
- Shut up, bitch
- Enough is enough
- Shut up, bitch
- Enough is enough
- Shut up, bitch
- Enough is enough
- Shut up, bitch
Now we ain't got no competition.
Would you open that bag?
- Good morning, Detective Jenkins.
- Good morning.
- What do you got?
- Something I've never seen before.
initial reports sound like gunfire went off
inside the club around 1:00 am.
Looks like multiple shooters...
took a position here and opened fire
as the crowd rushed out.
We got 12 wounded.
- How many fatalities?
- Six.
Including a cocktail waitress,
took one in the stomach.
- Doesn't look good.
- Jesus.
All right, start getting statements
from the witnesses.
I want victims all ID'd.
One of them had to be the shooter's target.
I'm gonna get a trace on this thing started.
Something this exotic
shouldn't be too hard to find.
Detective, this is the club owner.
He's ready to give you his statement.
- After you.
- Right this way.
Barrett, come over here.
This is gonna be a long day.
What's this guy's name?
My bullets whistle like
They fly right past your dome
My bullets whistle like
A hundred shots, a nigga's gone
My bullets whistle like
I got the typewriter Tommy Gun
just like Capone
My bullets whistle like
Six feet deep, another homey gone
Violence erupted late last night...
at the Showgirls Strip Club
at the corner of Rosewood and Wealthy,
where over 17 patrons were hit with gunfire.
Seven of them were fatally wounded.
Police spokesmen refused to comment.
Police Chief Robert Schilling
found himself
in the hot seat today...
when public reports surfaced
of the ever-rising crime rate.
At a press conference this afternoon,
he attributed
the escalation of criminal activities
to an onslaught of illicit firearms
that are flooding our city streets.
State
unemployment rose to 15.1% this month,
the highest rate in the nation.
But one business
that seems to be booming...
in this economic downturn, gun sales.
Which have reportedly increased
by over 125%.
I'm far from a legend,
I'll never be one...
Street hall of fame, die with a big gun
We got a prisoner exiting the main gate.
Copy.
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm.
It's the shit.
Ali offered the same quality at 30% less
than you want to charge me.
Yeah? I think
Ali would give it to you for 50% cheaper.
If you can get him on the phone.
But he ain't answering his phone.
You ain't the only game in town.
There are other suppliers.
Not that could get you this. See that?
Saiga-12, automatic shotgun.
Twenty rounds in 3.3 seconds.
See that infrared beam? See that?
The infrared beam right there?
See that white light?
You see that white light,
you see your loved ones.
Your lost loved ones.
Impressive.
These things are tough to get.
Well, you're dealing with a whole
'nother level of businessman now.
- What do you got that goes through a vest?
- What are we talking?
Close range? Long distance?
- Five, ten yards.
- Give me a PS-9.
P90 carbine. Uses 5.7 millimeters.
Designed to penetrate Kevlar helmets,
vests and CRISAT protection.
Extremely low recoil,
virtually no muzzle climb,
resulting in every shot on target.
This the shit right here.
What else you got?
We got assault rifles, shotguns,
semiautomatics, automatics.
Revolvers, Scorpions
and handguns of your flavor.
Got whatever you want.
Thumpers, launch a grenade a mile out.
Glocks, 40 millimeters, 9 millimeters,
if quick and disposable is your style.
But if you really want to be creative,
we got M-16s, MAC-10s, P90s...
All off Uncle Sam's back.
And I got them three cases
of AKs, AR15s, and MP-5s,
plus the ammo you ordered.
It's a good start locally.
Can you handle larger quantities?
- What kind of numbers we talking?
- Ten times this amount.
Then I could hook you up
with my affiliates nationwide.
Guns and ammo.
The price got to be right.
Give me a month.
Let's roll 'em out.
- Hey, Jenkins.
- Hey, June.
Guess what.
More budget cuts. You believe this?
Fucking ridiculous.
I mean, really, how the fuck
do they expect us to do our job?
We're not given the proper support
or resources,
and we are in the middle
of a fucking crime wave here.
- Come on.
- Let's go.
- Hey, this is Lisa.
- And Hayley.
We can't get the phone right now,
but if you leave a message,
we'll get back to you.
All right, everyone.
Well, at least everyone that's here.
Let's get this thing underway.
Excuse me. What's going on?
Agent Peterson, ATF.
You must be Detective Rogers.
This is Agent Monroe.
Detective.
Yeah? And?
And the mayor has a target on his ass
from every reporter in this town.
We're here on his behalf
to help clean up the mess.
Well, this is the first I've heard
of any ATF involvement.
I apologize if you didn't get the e-mail.
I'm sorry for interrupting you.
Please continue.
Time is money. We certainly know
the city doesn't have any of that to spare.
Okay, gentlemen, why don't you have a seat?
Have a seat.
Okay, Detective, why don't you continue?
Let's get these ATF guys up to speed.
Here's what we know so far
about last month's club shooting.
We've got over five dozen
spent shell casings.
Mostly 9 millimeters and 556s
with a handful of small-arms fire
that we think came from
the shooters' intended victims.
Of the 17 people that were hit,
seven are now confirmed dead.
Including our friend, Mr. Ali Tyrell,
who has been our primary suspect...
in at least a dozen illegal firearms
transactions over the last two years.
It is our belief that Mr. Tyrell
was the intended victim of the shooting.
- And everyone else?
- Collateral damage.
Whoever did the shooting
wanted to put the warning out on the street.
You get in our way
and we won't hesitate to kill you.
Also recovered from the scene,
was a Smith & Wesson 500 revolver,
the world's most powerful handgun.
Now, get this.
The serial numbers were untouched,
which allowed us to trace its origins
back to its original factory inception...
back in August of 2008,
to when it was purchased by a Dan Evans.
He was a high-school mathematics teacher
and avid hunter,
and he bought it at KC Sports
in October of that same year.
The revolver was then reported stolen
in January, 2009, by Mr. Evans.
After running a ballistics match
on the firearm,
it was determined
that it was the same weapon...
that was used
in at least one fatal shooting incident...
down on College
and Franklin last May.
A background check
into the system...
was tracked back to a pawnshop
over on Burton Street,
where an attempt was made
to sell the firearm.
The pawnshop owner, however,
said no exchange was ever completed.
And that the seller allegedly
took the gun elsewhere.
Well, why would the shooter
leave the weapon behind?
To make a statement.
- To who?
- To everyone.
Whoever killed Mr. Ali Tyrell...
wanted the law-enforcement community to
know that
that would never lead back to him.
The pressure's on us
to get a conviction in this case.
I want you all to circle around the streets
to all your contacts.
Wherever this guy is,
that's where we want to be.
- All right, let's hit it.
- We'll be in touch.
- What you want?
- Whiskey, straight.
Another.
My man Johnny D asked me to stop by
and ask for a guy named Clinton.
What's up? You looking for company?
Yeah, I'm looking for a guy named Clinton.
You know what Clinton looks like?
Are you Clinton?
Then fuck doesn't matter to you?
You need to back your ass up out of here
before you get fucked up.
Hey, yo. Come over here.
It's cool, it's cool. I know him.
Go get Dante, man.
- Angel Hawkins.
- Richie Taylor.
Have a seat.
Times change.
It's been 10 years, brother,
- Man, I ain't seen you since...
- I remember.
So what's up? Talk to me. How you been?
You know the drill.
Got out, went back in, out.
I get it. So what you into now?
- Crime.
- Crime?
Crime.
Hey, this is my man Angel. This is Clinton.
You already met Dante.
- We're gonna talk about that shit later.
- That's a nice hit.
Hey, Mona, think we can get
some cognac over here?
- Here you go, babe.
- I appreciate you.
No doubt.
Let me know if you need anything else,
all right?
Thank you.
Let me tell you
about this motherfucker, man.
About 10 years ago, I was working
muscle for this cat Carl Stewart.
Used to run blocks south of 44th Street.
Angel here was running point
for his distribution.
Suddenly, the cops show up.
Had to be a rat involved.
Don't nobody know
how the fuck they knew where we was at.
So shit go crazy.
Motherfuckers start shooting. Pow, pow, pow!
You know me, I hit me a couple niggas
right away. Boom, boom!
They light the joint up before the cops
could actually kick the door in.
Come on.
Angel here helped me out of there.
- Got me out of a 20-year stretch.
- At least.
That's one thing all us street niggas
got in common, hear me?
No matter what color we are,
we all hate the cops, man.
You got that right.
So what you say you came in here for?
Looking for something clean.
You still enforcing?
No. It's personal.
You looking for somebody
to handle it for you?
No.
No, I can take care of it.
Me personally, I'm more of a revolver guy,
but this should do.
Toss it in the river when you're done.
No, this one's on me.
Thanks a lot.
If you're ever looking for any work,
anything like that...
It's here, man.
I could use a guy like you.
- Thanks, Richie.
- You got an open invitation, man.
Thanks a lot.
How the fuck
did you let that nigga do that to you?
He caught me with a good one.
Caught you with a good one.
Ask him how that shit happen.
He almost got popped.
- Hey, this is Lisa.
- And Hayley.
We can't get to the phone right now,
but if you leave a message,
we'll get back to you.
I think the lady's gonna have a mojito.
I'm not interested.
You don't even know that yet.
Yes, I do.
I think the lady asked you nicely
to leave her alone.
Next one ain't coming out my hand.
Can I have an apple martini for the lady?
Hennessy Black on the rocks.
- You're late.
- I didn't know you cared.
I care about my time, which you're wasting.
You have your sales report?
Opened a few new trade routes,
merged with a few high-profile clients.
But what I really need to do
is expand my inventory.
Thank you.
Think you can handle this load?
Pushy and greedy
Living, deceiving
I knew we'd end up this way
Now I undress you
As I assess you
Making it all seem okay
It's going down,
'cause I'm around
50 Cent, you know how
I gets down, down
What up, blood?
What up, cuz?
What up, blood?
What up, gangsta?
What up, blood?
What up, cuz?
What up, blood?
What up, gangsta?
- You know something, partner?
- What's that?
We work for the same system
that helps protect guys like that.
You know it, I know it and he knows it.
But we have to sit back
like a couple of fucking assholes...
while innocent people get killed,
until we can prove what we already know
to a court of law.
Well, that's what makes
this country great.
Un-fucking-believable.
Oh, shit!
Detective Rogers... Wow!
Still on the force?
Thought you retired by now, man.
- Ain't it pension time?
- Yeah, you're right, Taylor.
I am getting too old for this shit.
There's just one more scumbag
I got to take care of.
Yeah?
You don't like me, do you, Jenkins?
Does it look like I like you?
So what's got you old dogs
snooping around here?
Well, you know, I just felt like purchasing
some high-powered firearms this afternoon.
You know, I thought I'd come in,
maybe pick up an AK with my bourbon.
- Oh, you got the wrong address.
- How's that?
Me personally, I hate guns. You know?
But I did hear there's some
high-powered weapons on the street.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
The type that'd shred a car like this
from a mile away.
So you guys be careful out here, you know?
'Cause people crazy, man.
You read the newspaper?
See you around.
Motherfucker.
- Dante, let me know how these eggs taste.
- I got you.
- About time.
- Let me know if y'all need anything else.
Um, yeah, I'm gonna need you
to really stop playing around with me
and let me live.
- Y'all crazy.
- Hey, boo-boo.
- Richie Rich, what's happening?
- What's up?
- What's good?
- I don't really know.
- Everything.
- Yeah.
Well, well, guess who's back.
Sorry to interrupt.
Can I talk to you for a minute?
Yeah.
When my food come, tell 'em
to keep it warm for me, all right?
All right.
Sure not Mona? The food?
- Both of 'em, all right.
- I gotcha.
Hey, what's up? What's crackin'?
How'd that thing go?
Good.
You know I'd have handled that for you
if you needed me to, right?
- Yeah.
- I love that kind of shit, you know.
It's tough out there, man.
Yeah, I know it's tough out there.
It's like the Reagan era all over again.
People starving, man.
People hungry out there.
- But we got to survive, right?
- Mmm-hmm.
You got to do what you got to do.
Yeah. You know, if that offer stands...
Yo.
All right. Okay, I got it.
Yo, come on.
Let's roll.
- Yeah.
- Go get the car.
Go to the car, man.
Listen, there's only one word,
and that's mine.
- You understand?
- Yeah.
Welcome to the team.
Shit changed over the last 10 years, man.
That money over there on the East Side
started flooding over here
about five, six years ago.
- And with that came a little bit of crime.
- What's the angle?
- This is the angle.
- What the fuck is that?
That shit crazy, right?
So me and my boys, we linked up
with some pawnshop owners a while back.
These motherfuckers losing money.
Niggas coming in there
selling hot pieces on the cheap and shit.
They're required to do a quick check
on the serial numbers.
Problem is
most of the guns ain't reported stolen yet.
When they get flagged,
the guns get confiscated. Or worse.
They sell 'em, they've been
used in a shooting, and bam!
Just like that, they're out of business.
- Is that where this came from?
- And several like it.
Kick like a motherfucker, man.
The muzzle velocity on one of these
would take out a grizzly bear.
That's why I keep a couple in supply.
Anyway, when they come across
this kind of shit, man,
they buy 'em on the cheap,
sell 'em to us for a small profit.
We turn around and mark 'em up 30, 40%.
In through the front,
out through the back.
Clean 'em and ship 'em.
What's up?
He rollin' with us now.
There's no way
you should be showing him this shit.
Relax, man.
All right.
Are you gonna set up
in the middle of the city?
Temporary storage facility.
We're constantly moving this shit around.
Check it out.
This didn't come
from a fucking pawnshop, man.
It's military.
You got a military connection?
What do you think pays for the lifestyle?
I told you it was just the beginning
of the hustle, man.
The real shit is right here
at our fingertips.
It's a big connection.
Well, don't worry
about how big the connection is.
The guns are here. The buyers
are out there just waiting for us.
Look under your seat.
Cool.
It's showtime.
Who are these dudes?
Some Mexican cats out of Chi-Town, man.
First time I'm doing business with 'em.
I met this cat Frankie Makina briefly
about a week ago.
Connected to him through some niggas
I knew from Cabrini-Green Projects.
I used to move some coke with 'em
back in the day.
But, you know,
I don't give a fuck if they're my cousins.
I ain't sleepin' on nobody.
Yo, you know I don't know this nigga,
so be on point.
You know I live for this shit.
I wish the motherfucker would act up
in this motherfuckin' cold.
That revolver's old school, man.
This is power right here.
Some motherfuckers take four or five
of them 9 millimeter bullets, don't go down.
One of these,
I knock a motherfucker off his feet.
Where these motherfuckers at, man?
There you go.
You're late, man.
- I got caught up.
- Yeah, I bet you did.
You got the money?
Well, who the fuck are these guys?
Don't worry about them.
You're doing business with me.
Yeah, well,
you were supposed to come alone.
Well, you ain't alone.
You don't see me shitting a brick about it.
- Hey, I don't like changes.
- Look, we gonna do this shit or what?
- Cuantos tienes?
- Enough.
If you need more,
I'll get it in about a week.
- Let me see 'em.
- Clinton, get this man a machine gun.
Hey, hey. I said you let me see 'em.
I don't know this perro.
I know him.
Man, get this man his shit.
It's good shit.
We're running out of night, man.
We got a deal or what?
What the fuck
do you want to talk about, man?
Hey! I said, "Calmate. "
Gun!
Bring the fucking car around!
Motherfucker tried to sneak me.
Is he crazy?
I told you, we can't trust nobody
out this motherfucker.
It's a good thing I brought you, bro.
You see me hit that nigga?
That's what the fuck I'm talkin' about, man.
This shit right here is the shit!
Sent that motherfucker to see God!
Oh, shit, man!
Way to have my motherfucking back, man.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. All in a day's work, baby.
We got the guns. We got the money.
- That's right. That's your cut.
- Yeah, yeah.
That's your cut. You did good out there.
I'm gonna give you Dante's cut.
Motherfucker should've seen that coming.
He don't deserve to get paid.
Man, give me my fucking money!
You think I'm...
Shut the fuck up.
Go ahead, say something...
So I can blow your fucking head off in here.
Go ahead, give me a reason.
You're right.
It'd be my pleasure
for you to have my take.
I'm glad you agree.
So we ain't got to clean your ass up
off the floor in here.
Y'all get out there and y'all make sure
y'all get seen, all right?
You, I want you to go out to Plainfield.
I'm gonna drop you off.
Go in the bar, grab a drink.
Get on the surveillance camera.
Make sure you take a cab back down,
all right?
Hey, babe, is that you?
Hey, this is Lisa.
I was starting to worry about you.
How'd it go tonight?
How many bodies do we have?
Three bodies.
Yeah, he's done. He's more than done.
- Black, no sugar.
- Thank you, brother.
So, it looks like neighbors reported hearing
a series of gun shots around 12:30 am.
There's also a description
of a black Chevy van...
leaving the vicinity around that same time.
- We get ID's on the vics?
- Mmm-hmm.
We got a confirmation on Frankie Morales,
aka Frankie Makina, here.
The others are still partials.
- Frankie Makina.
- You know this guy?
I busted him a long time ago.
He was a small-time Chicago hustler.
He did a piece down at Jackson for drugs.
Last I heard, he was working
for a guy named Prosper.
You know, in the projects on 44th Street?
Gateway between Detroit and Chicago.
Well, ballistics just started their canvass.
They pulled a couple of
spent 9 millimeter shell casings, but...
whatever hit this boy,
whatever hit this boy was big.
Looks like something exotic.
That's our guy, Jenkins.
Hey, Tyler, Rivera!
I want statements from everyone
within a four-block radius of this place.
And I want you to get me
the surveillance tapes...
from every security camera
on all these buildings.
Most of them are probably blanked out,
but, maybe we'll get lucky
and get a hit on one of these guys.
All right, hop to it.
Frankie loved his shoes, huh?
Check this out. All right,
I'm gonna break it down real quick.
When we 13 years old,
we all meet up at this group home, right?
And the group home is crazy.
I mean, everybody's worrying about
who's gonna watch what on the TV, when,
it's crazy.
So we get a regiment. We get a regiment.
We decide exactly who gets what night.
Now, Rich, he gets Friday night.
His show happens to be The Golden Girls.
- He tells this story all the time.
- Cool.
You know what I mean?
It's love.
All of a sudden,
we got a new kid on the block.
He walks in.
He's a lot bigger than all of us.
Okay. Walks right up to the TV channel,
turns it.
Wow. I'm looking at Rich.
We all looking at Rich.
Rich don't do nothing.
He just nice and quietly gets up
and walks right out the room.
Two minutes later, he comes back with a
little dusty-ass little black-and-white TV.
I'm, like, "You gonna watch
the little black-and-white TV?"
- Yeah, a little 13-inch joint.
- Uh-huh. Mmm-mmm.
Blam! Like a motherfucking hat,
it's right over his head,
like a fucking hat.
Yeah, right after that, though,
the nigga got to be knocked out.
Rich turn around and say,
"How you like that for Growing Pains?"
I can't even make fun of you, man.
Golden Girls became my little favorite show
after that.
- Really?
- You had me on point with it, too.
I'll be right back.
Cheers. Cheers to that.
Everything okay?
Who's the girl?
None of your fucking business.
That's an important thing, ladies,
knowing how to mind your business.
I'm gonna pee.
That was a stupid move to make.
Lower your fucking voice.
You forgot who you talking to?
You're bringing too much attention
to yourself.
They threw down on us.
You don't know what the fuck
went on out there.
So don't worry about none of this shit.
We in the clear from last night.
You better be.
I went to bat for you, Richie.
You want to make it to the next level, you
have to keep your shit out of the papers.
Rich Taylor, 30 years old.
Only known residence is 1442 Griggs,
over in Easttown.
But he spends most of his time at the Plaza,
where he's reported
to have a suite almost every night.
According to his rap sheet,
he's got priors for burglary and assault,
but nothing that's ever resulted
in any hard time.
Taylor's been a mid-level distributor
of guns for the past five years,
but we've never been able to put him
and his weapons together at the same time.
Is this accurate?
Those are estimates
of the quantities we think he's moving.
Can we tie him back
to any of our crime scenes?
Not yet. But we stay on Taylor.
We stay on Taylor
and we can then hopefully connect the dots
between the supply line channel
and the buyer on the street.
And then the distribution,
the whole distribution network
is ours for the taking.
That's when we make our move.
Now, I need your guys
to be on the same page as mine.
That's the only way
we're gonna get this done.
Call us when you have something concrete.
Hey, just a minute, Peterson.
This guy is a low-level street thug at best.
So, until you bring me
some solid evidence...
that I can go get a Federal warrant with,
you are fuckin' wasting my time.
Fuckin' work that I put in on that thing
and I'm wasting his fucking time?
You said the motherfuckers were clean.
You said they wanted to establish
a long term contract.
You know, they say all a man's got
is his word and his balls.
And now you ain't got either.
You set us up to get jacked, motherfucker.
What'd you say?
What'd you say?
I think he said he wish he never met me.
You set us up to get jacked.
You see that?
This is what you don't wanna be in life.
A scumbag motherfucker,
who word ain't worth shit.
What you tryin'... What you tryin' to say?
Straight ruthless shit, man.
I like that. You motherfuckers could learn
something from this man right here.
Y'all clean this shit up.
Come on.
Let's get this motherfucker down.
Fuck that,
you carne asada eatin' motherfucker.
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll... I'll use the Colt,
the Taurus or the Ruger
I'll pop some through ya
Dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll, I'll pull it
Your name's on a bullet
I'll get the jump on you
in front of my gun
Your ass is good as done
You gonna catch a bad break
Bullets, bullets, bullets
Break your bones
Bullets, bullets, bullets
Crack your domes
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the Colt,
the Taurus or the Ruger
I'll pop some through ya
Dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll, I'll pull it
Your name's on a bullet
I'll get the jump on you
in front of my gun
Your ass is good as done
You gonna catch a bad break
Bullets, bullets, bullets
Break your bones
Bullets, bullets, bullets
Crack your domes
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the Colt,
the Taurus or the Ruger
I'll pop some through ya
Dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll, I'll pull it
Your name's on a bullet
I'll get the jump on you
in front of my gun
Your ass is good as done
You're gonna catch a bad break
Bullets, bullets, bullets
Break your bones
Bullets, bullets, bullets
Crack your domes
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the Colt,
the Taurus or the Ruger
I'll pop some through ya
Dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll, I'll pull it
Your name's on a bullet
I'll get the jump on you
in front of my gun
Your ass is good as done
You're gonna catch a bad break
Bullets, bullets, bullets
Break your bones
Bullets, bullets, bullets
Crack your domes
I'll, I'll be the shooter
So, what's this all about?
I've been hearing some things about you
from our friends over at the department.
Like what?
They're ruffled up over the shootings
in the last couple weeks.
Clearly, information is being leaked.
You have to start watching
who you're dealing with more closely.
We've stuck our heads out
far too much on this.
Why you keep saying that?
I made this business.
I got your guns onto the street.
Without me, none of this exists.
Whatever it is you got your hands into,
just think twice where you're
setting up shop, that's all we ask.
- None of this can lead back to us.
- I know.
It's just business.
Goddamn business.
Just make it right,
and I swear to you, we'll open it up.
I promise.
Angel Hawkins,
is your wife Lisa Greener?
What the fuck do you want, man?
Angel, I'm afraid there's been
a real tragedy.
Your wife was working down at Lady Godiva.
You got the wrong girl.
My wife doesn't work at Lady Godiva.
Angel, she's been working there
since last August.
And there was a shooting last week, and...
she was hit.
Your wife bled to death.
I'm sorry.
Your release was contingent upon your
ability to provide credible information.
My word has been good.
I've kept up my end of the deal.
So how is it, after all this time
you've spent with this guy,
you've come up with nothing?
I'm trying to help you.
You do exactly as I say
or you will go straight back to prison.
It's as simple as that.
Now, I have got over a dozen dead bodies
I have to account for.
And I would give anybody
a 100:1 odds...
that you know something
about what went down!
So, you'd better start talking real fast,
or I will bounce your ass straight back
to the cage, where it belongs!
We're running out of time, brother.
We need names, people, places,
times of deliveries.
When the weapons are going out
and when they're coming in.
Fuck, man, come on!
You got to give me something!
Where are the weapons being housed?
He ain't talking.
Look, man, don't forget
who you're doing this for.
You got a little girl.
Haven't you put that little girl
through enough?
All right, fuck it.
- What?
- 1448 Griggs.
Now, do you have any new information
about who's supplying Rich?
Whatever is going down,
it's going down soon.
All right, I'll take it.
You can go.
Don't do anything stupid.
That's 1448 Griggs.
We'll need backup at 0500 hours.
Whoa. Whoa, wait. What are you doing?
We already have enough evidence against
Rich to arrest him without his supply.
We need his source.
The Mayor is up your ass
on this investigation,
and we cannot afford any more dead bodies
'cause you're playing possum
with your fucking C.I.
My fucking C.I.?
This isn't your call anymore.
- Hey, this is Lisa.
- And Hayley.
We can't get the phone right now,
but if you leave a message,
we'll get back to you.
Hello?
What's up? It's Rich.
Hey, Rich.
Yo, I'm getting ready to
leave the hotel right now.
I need to holla at you for a minute.
All right, what's up?
I just need to talk to you
about this shit in person.
Okay.
Yeah, sure.
I need you to come somewhere, man.
Okay. Where?
The warehouse.
I just want to talk to you
about this shit face-to-face.
Uh...
yeah, whatever.
- What time?
- 10 pm.
Don't be having me waiting and shit.
Okay. I'll see you there.
Angel.
What's up?
Nothing. How you doing?
You look like somebody killed your dog,
you all right?
Yeah. No, just...
I got a cold,
and I'm fucking tired, you know.
You need to loosen your nuts a little bit.
So, uh...
what'd you want to...
talk to me about?
Walk with me.
Been hearing some things, man.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Word on the street is
my time is tightening up.
One of my people got a link down
at the department.
Say they trying to put a stop
to my whole operation.
Say they on my ass.
You don't believe that shit, do you?
Say information leaking from the inside.
You know anything about that?
No, man, I...
I don't know nothing.
Well, this shit is driving me crazy.
Hey.
A lot of people don't know this.
Back when I was a little kid,
about 10 years old,
my pops used to run numbers
for some niggas over on division.
So one night, they came by the house.
Okay, shh.
My mom, she hid me in the closet
when she seen 'em coming,
'cause she knew when my pops
came up light with their money,
they was gonna throw down on his ass.
Yo, what's going on, dawg?
Man, I don't even trying
to hear that shit, man.
See, my pops used to carry
this old Browning high-power 9 millimeter.
Where the fuck my money at, man?
But this time that Browning jammed
on his ass.
No!
I sat there and I watched
them blow both of my parents away
right there in front of me.
Can you imagine what that feels like,
to watch the only people you love
die right there in front of you
and you can't do shit about it?
If my pops had a revolver,
shit would have been different.
Hell, I would have been different.
There's nothing in this world
worse than having your hands tied,
seeing the ones you love die.
The only thing left now
is to get to the top of this thing.
I'm right there, man.
I mean, we right there.
I'm gonna take this shit
to a more sophisticated level.
No more selling little pieces to gangbangers
on the side and shit like that, man.
I'm thinking bigger and better shit.
I need a guy like you by my side.
The people I'm dealing with
would be way more comfortable with you
than Dante and Clinton.
Them niggas is way too unpredictable, man.
I want to make you my number-one guy
with this whole thing.
What do you say?
Uh, sure.
What's wrong?
I don't mean any disrespect,
but why did you bring me here?
I mean, here.
I'm stressed out, man.
It's tough.
I wanted to come in and bust some shots,
get my mind right.
Well...
What, you thought this was
some kind of setup and shit?
No, I... I...
Don't start bitchin' out on me, all right?
Come on, man, you're supposed to
be my number-one guy.
After I'm done shooting,
I'm gonna take you to the mall and shit,
fix you up and shit.
How you be dressing like that, man?
What's wrong with my clothes?
Everything.
What the fuck you doing
with your money, man?
Do you honestly feel
he is ready for this?
You've gone down the road
with these street thugs before.
- It's never ended well.
- He's different.
Trust me.
Hmm.
Cartel wars in Mexico are heating up.
Rising demand for powerful assault rifles,
firearms...
Means big business for us.
And in this economy, nobody on my end
wants to see that money disappear.
My family's been in the gun business
since the Hoover administration,
and we cannot afford to bring in anybody
who could put that at risk.
Sam, I have worked with Rich
for over a year now.
I watch the way he moves.
I watch the way he works.
He's ready to move to the next level.
And no one knows how to handle the streets
better than he does.
That your professional opinion?
Well, there's none other.
You seem more attached to this one.
You do know that I'm not gonna be the one
that takes the fall if this goes wrong.
If anybody takes a hit,
it's going to be you.
You understand?
Do you understand?
There is a Rich in every hood in America.
The nigger is the expendable part
of this game.
Yes, I understand.
Set the meeting.
But...
First, go take a shower.
I'll be there in a second.
Absolutely.
Let's turn this place upside down!
Okay, Moore, Veton, and Vance,
come with me!
What's up?
You been acting strange all night.
It's nothing.
I just have a lot on my mind.
Chill out.
You said everything went well
with Sam, right?
Everything we've been working hard for
is about to pay off.
It's supposed to be a celebration.
Yeah, it is.
I'm happy. I promise.
Sir, I'm sorry, but the place is clean.
What the fuck, Rogers?
We don't have enough here
to shake a limp prick at.
My C.I. couldn't have been wrong.
Either someone tipped Rich off or he's
moving a shitload of product tonight.
Or your C.I. is giving false intel to
keep the heat off somebody he's protecting.
If you don't start to pull together this
investigation, you are as over as your C.I.
- Hey, you got a cigarette?
- Yeah, sure.
- Thanks, man.
- Here you go.
ATF fucking asshole!
- What's up?
- What the fuck is the deal, Angel?
Peterson just busted Rich's warehouse.
I guess someone gave Rich the heads-up,
'cause I got no suspect, no weapons,
no blood, no nothing.
Hey, hey, hey, calm the fuck down.
Now, I am on my way to the one guy
who should know where he is.
Guess who that is, asshole.
Shut the fuck up.
Don't talk to me like that.
You've got five seconds
to tell me where the new den is
or your ass is getting thrown back in jail
before the sun sets!
And that is a fucking promise!
I told you to wait. Fuck!
Are you fucking with me?
I told you, you were moving too fast,
but you wouldn't fucking listen to me.
Don't even try to bullshit me, Angel.
He knows shit.
I don't know how, he just does.
- Now, they moved...
- When are you seeing him again?
I'll know when I know.
Well, your time is running the fuck out.
Yeah, well, fuck you too.
- What's poppin', kid?
- Hey, man.
Who was you talking to?
Oh, just some dumb cunt.
- It seemed like some heavy shit.
- Yeah, well...
Well, you look like shit.
You need to be on your A-game tonight.
This is what we've been waiting for.
Welcome to the gun show.
Dante will pick you up first. Cool?
Cool. Hey, man, I'm... I'm straight.
I got your back.
I know you got my back.
To the team.
We're in position.
We've got movement on the perimeter.
Copy that.
They're moving in from the south side.
This is my boss, Sam Boedecker.
- A pleasure to finally meet you, Rich.
- A pleasure.
Gabriella here has told me
you're one of a kind.
Oh, I am your guy.
And I plan on this being the beginning
of a long and lucrative relationship, sir.
Well, between the Mexican drug wars
and the ongoing turban strife,
I'm sure there won't be
a shortage of business.
You can trust that I have the contacts
to move whatever goods you have.
And I have the firepower
to enforce my will on the streets.
Remember, discretion is survival.
But mercy is weakness.
And collateral damage
is just the price of power.
So, do you have my donation?
It's all there.
You have my Christmas gift?
All there.
Now, there's no need to check.
All the material is there, just as promised.
But feel free, if you want.
No disrespect,
but I'd rather take a look myself.
Be my guest. Show the man what we got.
Wow! Oh, shit.
Wow.
I didn't even know they made these
in automatic.
Armor-piercing,
highly explosive incendiary rounds.
You gonna be my new best friend, Sam.
Give this man his money.
That's it. That's the signal.
Go! Now! Now! Now!
Shit!
Oh, shit. Come on!
You want some, motherfucker?
Hey, yo! Let's go!
I lost visual on the suspect.
Copy.
Let's get the fuck outta here.
Oh, shit! Shit, no.
Saving my ass just like old times.
What the fuck?
You a fucking rat?
The cocktail waitress in that massacre,
in the club...
- She was my...
- This is over some pussy?
She was my wife.
You gonna shoot me?
Don't act like you ain't got
your share of widows, man.
Everybody you shot was somebody's son,
somebody's brother, somebody's father.
- You innocent?
- Shut up, Rich.
- You're just like me, man.
- Shut up!
Man, put the motherfucking gun down.
Well, go ahead.
Go ahead, shoot me!
Ain't nobody gonna miss me.
I ain't got nobody.
You ain't got nobody.
We all we got.
You just like me, Angel.
- You just like me.
- I'm not like you.
You wanna be something different now?
I'm not like you.
You motherfucker!
Come get some!
Come get some! Yeah?
You shot me.
I got a little girl.
That's all I got.
You took her mom away from her.
Do it.
Do it!
You think...
You think you're different from me.
You're a fucking killer too, Angel.
I'm not like you, Rich.
Well, I'll see you again in hell,
motherfucker.
Detective Rogers, do you have any comment
on Sam Boedecker's plea-bargain agreement?
Please get out of my way.
Detective, can the streets
of Detroit feel safer now...
that Rich Taylor's ring
has been disbanded?
- No comment.
- Are the rumors that you're resigning true?
- I said, "Get out of my way"!
- Detective.
- Detective, please.
- Detective. Detective.
Detective! Detective!
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the Colt,
the Taurus or the Ruger
I'll pop some through ya
Dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the Sig, the pump
or the German Luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the Colt,
the Taurus or the Ruger
I'll pop some through ya
Dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the Sig, the pump
or the German Luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll bang out
I, I, I'll bang out
Find out shit is real
when I'm at you with that thang out
'Cause all kind of commotion
when a nigga get blast on
The spot he get his cash on
Let off with no mask on
Pussy, your heart pumpin'
But your brain gone
Leave somethin' sweet
I snatch the heat
And get the flame goin'
I stuff two different caliber shells
in my revolver
38 and 32 long ones
You got a problem.
Start me, I'll never stop
I'm layin' at your mama's spot
Squeeze till the llama hot
I'll have your ass in drama op
I cause havoc
if you come in my vicinity
Motherfuck the police
Officer Rick the enemy
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the Colt,
the Taurus or the Ruger
I'll pop some through ya
Dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the Sig, the pump
or the German Luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the Colt,
the Taurus or the Ruger
I'll pop some through ya
Dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the Sig, the pump
or the German Luger
It's been deeper than rap
I eat shit, go to sleep with my gat
It's us three against the industry
Let's kick it like that
Click-clack, get your goons
Fuck all the talkin'
Niggas yappin' about who dress the best
Get 'em Gucci coffins,
Louis tombstones
Bullets hurt
Come around you, fool
And my shorty's takin'jewels home
Follow 'em, then hollow 'em
Take two these and goggle 'em
You ride with 'em
You die with 'em
Chances of survival thin
The sharks is out, you divin' in?
Dare you niggas try to swim
There's no odds, I gotta win
Wobble 'em with the whop-whop
Shaky background
You're probably with the cops
You ain't street, you need to stop
I breathe the hood, I be the block
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the Colt,
the Taurus or the Ruger
I'll pop some through ya
Dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the Sig, the pump
or the German Luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the Colt,
the Taurus or the Ruger
I'll pop some through ya
Dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the Sig, the pump
or the German Luger
Yeah
Niggas want to kill me
I'm gettin' money for God sakes
That Purple Urkle fucked Phelps up
with cornflakes
Kick in the door, man
Big 44, man
Mortician morgue man
Fill you with straws, man.
Black President, I voted for Obama
Yeah
It's really not complicated
I mean, don't complicate it
When I get you off the floor
You and I'll be fornicatin'
You know you want to come with me
Come on, girl, come with me
You want to have fun with me
Come on, girl, come with me
Right now if you take it off
Right now I'll break you off
I'll be nice and hard
And if you play your part
Baby, you should be nice and soft
Work till your drippin' wet
Every time I come correct
Yeah, every time I come correct
I make it nice and hot
Every time I'm up in the spot
Shorty be makin' it drop
From across the dance floor
I liked you so much
But now you keep talkin'
I just want to fuck, fuck
Shut up, bitch
Shut up, bitch
Shut up, bitch
I know what you're thinkin'
I had too much to drink
I'm just doin' my thing
And I don't care what you think
Shut up, bitch
Shut up, bitch
Shut up, bitch
Your girlfriend, she wants me
I see it in her eye
Now I'm walkin', quit talkin'
I'm tryin' to say good-bye
Shut up, bitch
Shut up, bitch
- Enough is enough
- Shut up, bitch
- Enough is enough
- Shut up, bitch
- I just want to fuck, fuck
- Shut up, bitch
I heard you talk to yourself
When there is no one to talk to
You talk so much, bitch
That don't nobody want you
I ask myself
"Why the fuck did I approach you?"
I asked around
Seems like don't nobody know you
Shut up, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch