Legend Has It (2025)

[bunniefuu]

(funky music playing)

(electronic music playing)

(fire crackling)

(flames roaring)

Ring around the Rosie

Think the Devil chose me

Ring around the Rosie

They don't know the old me

(ominous piano music playing)

Hey, look!

We're going to go in

here, run their asses out,

and we're going to burn their asses.

That's true. That's true.

This is the last night m*therf*cking night.

Let's get them out there.

Let's get their a*s out there!

Burn that a*s up!

Let's burn that a*s!

Let's go! Burn!

(everyone shouting)

[Everyone] Burn the witches!

Burn the witches!

Burn those witches!

Burn them witches!

Burn those witches!

Burn those witches!

Burn them witches!

Burn those witches!

Burn those witches!

Burn those witches!

(garage door rattling)

(witches screaming)

(crowd shouting)

Let's go!

Let's go!

Oh, you're the ring leader, huh?

Yeah, it is!

You're the ring leader, huh?

Bet it is!

Oh, yeah?

We're going to burn your a*s!

We're going to burn your a*s!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Let's go!

[Crowd] Burn those witches!

- Burn those witches!

- No!

[Crowd] Burn those witches!

Burn those witches!

Burn those witches!

Burn the witches!

Burn the witches!

Burn them!

Burn the witches!

Burn them!

(crowd chanting together)

I've been waiting for this a long time!

Y'all won't cast no nother spell out here,

ya funky-a*s b*tches!

(witches screaming)

Think the Devil chose me

Ring around the Rosie

They don't know the old me

(Woman screaming)

(Flames engulfing)

I found them, Mama!

I found them, Mama!

We going to k*ll all these country n*gg*s

and all these dusty b*tches, Mama.

I found them; Trust me.

We gonna get them all, Mama.

I'm gonna get them all!

You showed me where the hell they was too.

You was right, Mama.

You was right.

I'm going to get them, just for you, Mama.

Just for you, Mama.

What's up country-n*gg*s?

The f*ck you talking about, n*gga?

We city to city, n*gga.

Y'all heard about that body

that got pulled out of the grave?

(Legend member) Yeah, that sh*t crazy, bro!

That was my mama, yo.

(multiple group members) Damn!

Sorry to hear about that.

Y'all be safe out here.

Alright, n*gg*s.

Yeah, Mama, those them

country m*therf*ckers.

I feel you; I feel you, Mama.

Fellas, fellas, fellas!

(group mumbling)

What do you have for me?

Huh?

Look at this!

Oh, no! Look at you!

You got something now!

Now, get up out of here!

Get up out of here!

Calm down, bro!

What you got?

Hey, bro!

Get the f*ck on, n*gga!

Hey, look!

Hey, look!

Hey!

Don't you got something

better to do around here

than f*cking with us?

b*tch-a*s!

Better me than the

police, you little b*tch!

g*dd*mn!

If y'all want me to keep

things cool around here,

while y'all sling y'all little sh*t,

you gonna pay what you play, baby!

Get off me, you g*n!

Don't f*cking touch me, yo!

(Jay) What the f*ck happened to you, bro?

You used to be cool!

Now he's a greedy m*therf*cker!

Shut the f*ck up

before I tell Brick-house

your whole operation!

Wow.

He been on you for years anyway!

Man, f*ck you!

Hey, check it out.

I'm the real hustler

around this m*therf*cker!

Check it out!

You ain't sh*t!

Okay.

m*therf*cker.

I'll tell you what?

You right, I ain't sh*t.

So I ain't sh*t, all y'all give me a $100!

All of you!

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, ocho!

Pay me, pronto!

f*ck, no's!

Well, I ain't got no $100 for you.

Well, yo a*s better find it,

or your a*s is going to jail tonight!

Man, this p*ssy-a*s n*gga!

Hmm?

Man, you lucky we need you,

because you really be pushing it.

Mm.

And you disrespectful, yo.

Ooh!

You need to just do your job!

We don't need to hear

about no police or detects,

coming over here talking about no drugs

or drug activity, n*gga.

Hmm! Instruction.

You need to make this

the safest environment ever.

Oh, ooh!

- Yo!

- n*gga.

Yo, man, f*ck all this sh*t!

I say we beat the sh*t out this n*gga

and we deal with the

m*therf*cking detective.

I agree with Jay, because you know what?

Don't forget who the f*ck paying who

around this m*therf*cker.

n*gga, you the m*therf*cking help!

Yep!

- You understand?

- Yep!

And I'm a help your a*s down 17th Street,

if you don't kick that m*therf*cking bread!

n*gga, f*ck? Whatever!

You're f*cking dirty, b*tch, man!

Run it!

- Run it!

- Goofy!

p*ssy-a*s, running your f*cking mouth!

- Ooh!

- f*ck that sh*t!

Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

- You're so generous!

- f*ck him up.

Come back to me.

Ooh, yeah, I, okay!

Gentlemen, gentlemen, you're so kind!

You're so kind!

You're so kind!

Okay! Okay!

You gotta be quicker than that!

Okay, okay!

All right, all right!

I'll hit you on the next round.

Get the f*ck out of here, man!

Thank you, sir!

I owe you!

Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

It's been a pleasure.

Until next time.

Get the f*ck out of here!

Go blow your f*cking whistle or something!

You neighborhood watch m*therf*cker!

Yep, and I'm going to go

watch your sister right now,

you sum a b*tch!

f*cking dirty!

Look, man, look.

I gotta go pick the wife up anyway.

All right; Let's do it.

All right, y'all.

- Bye, big dog.

- Love. Love, love.

Love you, bro.

Drive safe, for real.

All right. For sure, for sure.

n*gga, I'm about to

get out of here myself.

It's slow out here anyway.

Plus, wifey, yeah,

she just hit me talking about

the food bag and the sh*t.

All right, bro.

All right, my n*gg*s.

Love, g*ng!

All love, baby.

All right.

My b*tch fussing anyway.

She thinks I'm out here

m*therf*cking cheating!

All right, bro.

Love.

Damn!

Look like I'm the only m*therf*cker

ain't out here getting f*cked with tonight!

sh*t, me neither, n*gga!

What you mean?

Man, hold on.

Man, ain't this about a b*tch?

Hello?

I ain't doing sh*t, Mama.

I'm out here chilling with the g*ng.

Trying to pick us a paper.

Yeah.

What?

All right, man.

Okay, okay, okay, okay!

All right, all right, all right!

Damn!

There they go; Right there!

Told you so!

(legends laughing)

This n*gga about to be in the doghouse!

Hey, n*gga, you

better go handle that sh*t!

Man, f*ck y'all boys, man!

Y'all like f*cking with n*gg*s too much!

Damn!

You coming in with me?

Oh, I guess.

Come on then.

Hey, bro, you got some change on you?

I sure do not.

All right, country-a*s n*gga!

Mama, dust that

country-a*s n*gga right there.

I'm gonna get his a*s, Mama.

That's that country-a*s n*gga.

What's up, fellas?

Trilla?

The f*ck you doing around here?

I didn't know you got high?

[Trilla] n*gga, I don't!

So, then what the f*ck

you doing over here?

Yeah, because just ain't no

reason you hanging around.

I don't trust him.

Yeah, you've gotta f*cking go, bro.

n*gga, this my m*therf*cking hood, n*gga!

Really, no the f*ck it

isn't, but you gotta go.

Get the f*ck out of here, man!

n*gga, you got three seconds!

Hey, bro!

Bro, get the f*ck on, n*gga!

You didn't hear when bro say it?

We ain't go no scenes.

We ain't got no blunts.

We ain't got no weed.

We got nothing for you, n*gga.

Get the f*ck on!

Look, bro.

I'm tired of you keep coming around here

on some begging-a*s sh*t, man.

Get the f*ck on out of here!

I don't want this sh*t around here, bro.

No what I'm talking about?

[Trilla] So, y'all country-a*s n*gg*s

trying to carry me up.

I'm gonna carry your

little a*s on my shoulder,

if you don't get the f*ck on!

All you doing is making it harder!

Don't worry!

Y'all n*gg*s going to

f*cking wait through it,

and y'all dusty-a*s b*tches.

Dusty-a*s!

(group yelling)

The f*ck, n*gga?

The f*ck, n*gga?

[Mother Witch] Avenge.

Me.

Avenge.

Me.

Dusty b*tches!

Bring them to me, so I

can bring them to you!

Country n*gga, dusty b*tches!

Bring them to me, so I

can bring them to you!

Country n*gga, dusty b*tches!

Bring them to me, so I

can bring them to you!

Country n*gga, dusty b*tches!

Bring them to me, so I

can bring them to you!

Country n*gga, dusty b*tches!

Bring them to me, so I

can bring them to you!

Country n*gga, dusty b*tches!

Bring them to me, so I

can bring them to you!

Country n*gga, dusty b*tches!

Bring them to me, so I

can bring them to you!

Rise, my n*gga, rise!

(intense low growling) Rise, my n*gga!

Rise!

And k*ll them all. (Growling continues)

Hey, y'all!

I feel like going out.

Y'all want to go out tonight

and have a ladies night?

Oh, hell yeah!

Let's go to Bellos!

Yes, that would be nice!

Let's have a ladies night!

[Wife] I definitely need to get out

and have a drink!

Yes! Absolutely!

Let's go.

Okay, pa-pi!

Let's go and show me that money!

Let's go!

Trying to go make it rain on these hoes!

Steak, give me $100.

$100?

Make it $150.

$150?

I ain't got no g*dd*mn...

Just, just.

What the?

Hmm, let me get that $1000 though.

This is financially irresponsible.

(females speaking excitedly)

Get some wine.

She needs some money!

I do.

Let's go.

[Wife] I need some more.

Thank you!

Oh no, I need some more.

I need some more.

Damn!

Thank you, baby.

Man, ain't that some? Hold on.

(dog barking)

Here I go.

I don't know what the hell

went wrong with that n*gga!

(dog barking)

Hey, country n*gga!

Didn't I tell you I'm gonna

k*ll you and that dusty b*tch?

n*gga, what?

(dog continues barking)

Yo baby, what the f*ck Trilla was doing

pulling up on us anyway?

Yo, I do not f*cking

know, but I swear to God,

when this n*gga called me a b*tch,

I was ready to f*ck him up.

I swear.

Now, that n*gga did go to

far with that b*tch-sh*t anyway!

Absolutely!

Hey, yo, what the f*ck?

Country n*gga, didn't I

tell you I was going to k*ll you

and that loudmouth, dusty b*tch?

Yo, what? Babe, what?

(ominous violin music playing)

Oh, my God, babe!

Yo, what the f*ck?

This n*gga was right here, baby!

I know!

I just saw this n*gga!

I freaked out!

Like, what?

What the f*ck, n*gga?

(TV Voices blaring)

[Wife] You wanna

finish watching the movie?

Yeah, we can finish.

Okay.

So, what was up with the little guy though?

I don't know.

I don't trust him, to be honest.

I swear I don't.

Yeah, he was looking a little off.

I don't trust him either.

And then he come over

there running his f*cking mouth.

He's ready to get his a*s whooped!

That sh*t great.

- I need to use the bath...

- Oh, sh*t.

I need to use the bathroom though.

Okay.

- Can you pause it?

- Want me to pause?

Yeah.

All right.

(ominous music playing)

The f*ck?

(faucet running)

No the f*ck I didn't

just see what I just saw!

Country n*gga, I'm gonna

k*ll you and that dusty b*tch.

(music intensifying)

I'm gonna get them.

I'm gonna get them, Mama.

Oh, my God, this sh*t was so crazy!

Y'all okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

I don't know.

I guess I'm okay.

Hell, no, I am not okay!

But you know what?

I'm gonna go in here,

try to have a good time,

forget all about it.

I don't even wanna mess up the mood.

Let's go.

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Do you like that

Yeah, yeah, tell me do you like that

Like that, like that

Do you like that

Yeah, yeah, tell me do you like that

Like that, like that, like that

Do you like that

Yeah, yeah, tell me do you like that

Like that, like that

Do you like that

Yeah, yeah, tell me do you like that

Moonlight, sundress, tell her say less

For the time of your

life, right here, be the best

Gucci frames with them

tears, part of the flex

All of them commas

be a part of my checks

With them big-a*s t*tties,

she can say it with her chest

Long hair, pretty

skin, tell me what's next

Stared in my eyes,

said I'd never be your ex

This love too real, yo,

I'm better than the rest

Man saying he's a passion for fashion

Fantastic sex like uh A

No stick for it, automatic,

Just all new and perfect, she get it

[Mother Witch] Trouble.

Trouble.

Go, go for real

She look me in my

face and said remember

Did y'all have fun tonight?

(group agreeing)

I sure did have fun, all

out spending pa-pi coins!

That's right!

I got my own money, because

I wasn't gonna spend his!

That's right!

That's what I'm talking about!

(girls chattering) (creepy whooshing)

(paranormal tones playing)

I need to get in my bed.

Yes, me too.

Girl, what the f*ck is that?

(demon snarling)

(women screaming)

(car honking) (car alarm blaring)

(women continue screaming)

Y'all, tonight was so good.

[Female Passenger] Yes, it was so good!

Did you see that dude trying to talk to us?

(women screaming)

(car alarm continues blaring)

(fumes spraying) (women continue screaming)

(ominous piano music playing)

(demon growling)

[Mother Witch] k*ll!

I'm looking for all country

n*gg*s and dusty b*tches.

[Mother Witch] k*ll!

I already know what's going on, Mama.

You just got to point me in the right way.

Yo, little man!

Hey!

It's past your curfew, ain't it?

One thing about it, Montel Williams,

I'm a grown-a*s, f*cking man!

Your talk-host a*s going away from them

like them other country-a*s n*gg*s!

What the f*ck you say to me?

Huh?

What the f*ck you say to me?

What the f*ck you do?

What the f*ck?

(paranormal whispering)

Oh, sh*t.

g*dd*mn!

(phone ringing)

(cellphone vibrating)

Yo!

What's good, bro?

What up, bro?

Is Neisha over at y'all crib?

Hell, nah, bro!

I was getting ready to call you.

To see if Keisha over there,

that b*tch on the couch,

asleep, drunk, or some sh*t.

Neisha didn't come home either.

Uh-huh.

And she ain't pick up the phone.

Man, I done called her

a*s about 20 times, bro.

Meet me around the way.

All right, bet.

You Bet.

All right.

m*therf*ckers ain't sh*t.

The f*ck is wrong with y'all, man?

n*gga, you ain't hear?

They ain't come home last night, man.

[Brody] One, n*gga!

Damn!

It's one, n*gga.

My boy ain't come

home last night either, bro.

Two!

f*ck!

Wife-y didn't either, bro.

Three!

Ain't answer the

g*dd*mn phone or nothing!

[Brody] Three!

My girl didn't come home either!

But that's all right, she'll come home,

or her sh*t gonna be outside.

n*gga!

I think they's some top-notch n*gg*s

done took our b*tches, bro.

Son, I'm in the same boat!

I'm in the same boat, son!

Where she at?

Where she at, son, is

where she better stay.

I'm just saying, we don't

need that sh*t right now.

Yo, yo, f*ck all that!

I'm with boss!

Man, these b*tches done took our money,

and ran off with some other n*gg*s, man.

[Brody] I'm sick of this sh*t!

Man, what you think, bro?

Yo, yo, yo, yo!

Y'all need to look at this.

Yo, yo, what it is?

What you go, Ty?

What you got, bro?

You gotta see it for yourself, bro.

n*gga!

Down the street from

the nightclub Bellos.

Homicide is not sure

who or what attacked them,

but they all have been

found dead on the scene.

Those suspect names are

LaKeisha Love, Shamieka Love,

Lakeisha Anderson,

Tiffany Bell, Crystal Porter,

Tiana Chaney, Chanel

Dabney, and Talana Harris.

Local police will put

everything that they can

into this case, and to solving

and seeing what happens next.

Please stay tuned for further details,

and our prayers are with the families

that have been involved.

[Everyone] Oh, hell nah, bro!

f*ck them!

Bro!

I literally cannot believe this sh*t, bro!

n*gg*s done k*lled my old lady, man!

Keep your head up, big bro.

I honestly don't think it was no n*gg*s.

There's some weird sh*t going around here,

and I'm about to get the f*ck out of here

before it get dark.

Yo, Ty!

You always dipping on your bros, yo!

What's good?

Yo, legend has it, old

witch who died 30 years ago,

seeking revenge.

Like, her spirit out here

working or some sh*t,

through her son.

And we all know who her son is.

The only safe place is at home.

All right, bro.

Hey, man.

What the f*ck we supposed to do now?

Bro, I'm gonna think

about some sh*t, bro.

I'm a come up with something, man.

We can't just sit here be

sad and upset and do nothing.

No, bro.

I'm a make some sh*t shake, bro.

I know, bro, man; I know.

Hey, look, I'm going

to meet Ace real quick,

get my bread, and get him right real quick.

All right, bro.

You know what?

I know these girls, man.

Seen them before?

Yeah.

I think they married to

them born legend boys, man.

But you know what?

That got me wondering

if this is g*ng related now.

Well, maybe we should go question them.

Word on the street,

they're over there at

Fairfield court hustling now.

Fairfield court?

All kinds of sh*t.

sh*t, if we going over

there, we need some backup!

All right.

Yeah, because you know that Mr. Butler,

he's always got something

suspicious going on.

Always.

- Yeah.

- Sick as hell too.

All right, let's get up out of here.

Man, sh*t, them n*gg*s taking forever!

I know, man.

sh*t, I was really waiting on them n*gg*s

to go to the store.

I got to go pick up some

things; I'm running low.

I'll take you, bro.

You sure?

Hell, yeah!

sh*t, that's love, man!

You already know.

sh*t, let's dip!

Let's roll!

Yo, what up, n*gga?

What's up?

What up, O-G?

What's happening, my n*gg*s?

What's going on?

f*cked up right now, bro.

And I'm hurt, bro!

Yeah, bro, I seen it on the news, bro.

My condolences.

[Man in Green Jersey]

Yeah, I appreciate that, bro.

Yeah, that sh*t crazy, man.

But let's hurry up and do this,

I got a shorty-girl I'm waiting on.

I'm trying to spin her,

bend her, and go up in her

before something happen to her too!

You definitely gotta

get up out of here though.

You know I won't be out here after dark.

[Man in Green Jersey] True.

All right, man.

All right?

All right.

All right, fam.

Hell yeah, I got to stay

dangerous out of this b*tch!

Man, that sh*t's crazy out here!

I told you that sh*t, bro!

For real, bro!

I told you that sh*t, man.

Yes.

Oh, sh*t!

What the f*ck is that?

Man, I don't know!

You ready to scrap?

Man, I left that sh*t at the trap, bro!

Oh, sh*t! What the?

(demon growling)

f*ck!

(demon growling)

k*ll him, my n*gga!

k*ll him, my n*gga!

That's what you were made for!

Mama, we got another one!

(demon intensely snarling)

Damn, I miss my b*tch, yo!

Bro, n*gga, I know, bro,

but we gotta hold it together out here

until we figure out what's going on.

You right, bro.

But, sh*t, sh*t hurts man!

It's got me f*cked up.

I miss her, man.

It's crazy, man.

(demon snarling)

What the f*ck is that?

The f*ck is what?

[Both] Oh, sh*t!

(demon aggressively growling)

(men screaming)

(demon continues growling)

Yeah.

Are you serious, man?

All right.

(engine revving)

All right, captain.

We'll be in route.

(Brick-house sighing)

Just got a phone call with the captain.

Two more bodies found

at Fairfield Court, man.

This is crazy.

Guess I'm gonna call for backup.

We gotta move.

Yeah.

(engine revving)

Who in the hell do they

think they are, man?

(intense music playing)

(officers chattering)

So, what's up?

What's our situation out here, guys?

I see the way you looking at us.

Yeah?

I hope y'all come to do

some real police work

instead of looking pretty.

What you talking about, Brick-house?

Look, bro.

Y'all are the only two

homicide investigators I know

come out here wearing

jewelry and stuff, bro.

We're coming to fight crime!

You see us, don't you?

Y'all come to look pretty

and try to catch women, man!

I'm not hearing him.

[Brick-house] I know!

Do y'all not hear me?

I'm not hearing him.

First of all, you sound

like a complete hater.

[Brick-house] What?

Don't worry about none of that sh*t.

Let's focus on the situation now.

All right, well, let's go ahead

and get rid of all that hating bullshit.

So, my honest opinion,

I'm pretty sure this sh*t

is some supernatural sh*t going on,

and you need to start paying attention.

Supernatural?

Supernatural.

Do you hear this f*cking guy?

Oh, you've been smoking that sh*t, huh?

What the f*ck you call us for?

We ain't Ghostbusters!

Well, I hope you got

their f*cking numbers!

I hope you got they number!

They sent y'all to help us!

You are assisting us!

[Officer with Hat]

No, we are taking over!

We would rather have a refund!

Y'all can go and do your

little modeling stuff, okay?

We'd rather have a refund!

We'll take a couple of rookies!

Let's do this.

Y'all go ahead and

walk back up the catwalk.

The fake-a*s police!

And let us go do real work.

Hancock and Brick-house.

[Brick-house] You ain't gotta believe it!

These f*cking guys!

[Brick-house] If y'all don't

wanna do real crime work...

f*cking superhero right here.

Real crime work?

Real crime work, huh?

[Hancock] And carry

your a*s all up the road!

You call yourself doing real crime work?

[Brick-house] Been

doing it for years, buddy.

His name is Brick-house

and he's doing real crime work.

And his name is Hancock.

And he's doing real crime work.

They're fake-a*s police!

Get the f*ck out of here!

Let them fight crime.

We gonna go sh*t on them!

Time to work!

Right, let's go!

Y'all go do y'all thing!

Let the real officers do the real work.

Police! Open up!

Ah, deep in there!

Mr. Butler!

We meet again.

All of them together!

What you want, bro?

Well, first of all, smile!

You're on camera.

Smile!

Second of all, we are

here right now because

all these bodies popping up in the city,

they're somehow

linked to, what you call it?

4 Legend Mafia?

[Brody] Are you serious?

n*gga, those our f*cking wives!

[Jay] And our closest n*gg*s!

They all family!

The hell are y'all doing around here?

We ain't saying, or trying

to say 100% that y'all done it,

but we trying to get to the bottom of it!

Bullshit!

I believe they did it!

Look at all that stuff

you got right here on...

What's his name? Mr. Butler?

What?

Unsolved murders.

Street crimes.

Drug dealings.

The list goes on and on like that.

[Brick-House] But you

know what the problem is?

[Hancock] Still ain't

been able to grab his a*s!

What's the problem?

[Brick-house] Can't never

get enough to catch his a*s!

Man.

You got the wrong man, bro.

It's some real creepy,

spiritual, supernatural sh*t

going on, right here.

n*gga, we just trying to

stay alive, you feel me?

Look, cut the bullshit out!

Are you behind the murders or what?

Bro!

If you looking for the serial k*ller,

carry your a*s to the graveyard,

go ask one of them spirits,

or one of them dead

m*therf*ckers around there!

[Hancock] So, y'all not

playing about that ghost sh*t,

is y'all?

f*ck no, we ain't playing, bro!

Look, I ain't sign up for this sh*t, man!

Look!

What the hell you getting me into, man?

Relax, relax,

I don't believe in none

of what he's saying.

Look, we're here just

trying to solve the murders

and try to make the

streets safe again, man.

We're here because

everyone has a direct tie to you.

Listen, bro.

We not the hunters this time, bro.

We the prey!

You get what I'm saying?

He said prey! (Officers chuckling)

Look, bro!

Don't y'all m*therf*ckers

supposed to be protecting

or serving some sh*t?

Protecting and serving?

Protecting and serving.

Ain't that some sh*t.

I'm trying.

It's a time for us right now.

Yeah, 100%.

We've gotta get some better avenues.

Looks like they been serving enough sh*t

around here already.

Look, look.

Guys, lets go.

This guy!

Yeah, don't worry about it.

And he gonna fly under the radar again.

I'll catch up to you in the car.

Let's just go.

[Hancock] We'll see you!

We'll see you!

I'll be back.

All right, m*therf*cker.

(door slamming)

This is Stacy, reporting

live in the East Inn,

where police have discovered

two more dead bodies.

Young males, shot in their vehicles,

on the corner of

Mechanic's-vill and Fairfield.

Please stay tuned with

us for further updates.

[Morel] This is Morel O'Neil,

Channel 8 Legacy News,

and we are here in Fairfield Court,

and there seems to have been a homicide.

Two black males have been found dead.

The police have no leads, and as you know,

around here sometimes

it's hard to find witnesses,

but we will give you further

updates as we get them,

and we'll give you all the

information that you need.

(phone ringing)

Yep!

[Ty] Hey, true.

I just seen they found Mike

and Payne dead on the news.

You can't be serious, bro?

[Ty] No, I'm dead-a*s!

Y'all gotta get out here.

Quick!

All right, bro, I appreciate you.

[Ty] All right, bro.

What's wrong?

That was Ty, bro.

Mike and Payne dead too, bro.

Get the f*ck out of here.

Bro!

We gotta get the f*ck out here, man!

Like, now!

Y'all my n*gg*s though.

Man, I keep saying, bro,

we gotta get the f*ck out of town, bro!

Bro! Look!

Look, look, look!

Everybody already f*cking dead, man!

Let's just go!

Let's get the f*ck out of here!

Look, I got a plan, bro, look.

Go to the trap.

Grab the money bag, bro.

Go to the stash spot, grab

the rest of the work, bro.

Okay.

I be doing some research

on the f*cking, little n*gga.

He got an aunt that live

out in f*cking Amelia, right?

Mm.

Bro, me and you go out

there and chop it up with her,

and see what the f*ck

we can find out, all right?

Bet.

Everybody, look, we

meet back here at 2:00 a.m.

We got to get the money.

We get the information.

We get the f*ck out here.

You feel what I'm saying?

Bet.

Love, bro.

Love.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right, man.

Come on, bro; Let's roll, bro.

God!

Lord.

Ah!

That's crazy.

Hey, guys! Come here!

Y'all know this makes 12 bodies

connected to Mr. Butler, right?

That's a big number.

Yeah.

- That's a big number.

- 12.

But, you know what?

That might be enough to work

and bring him down to the station.

Apply a little pressure on his a*s.

sh*t, good luck!

I already told you he's skipping town.

I doubt you gonna find him!

sh*t, we might as well

be doing the same sh*t!

I mean, if he's gonna

knock off his own people,

n*gga's probably scared too!

sh*t!

Nah.

There's gotta be a way to

where we can track his a*s

down before we ever see him again.

That's a good idea.

- That's a good idea.

- Man.

I feel it in my soul, bro.

I feel it in my soul, he's connected.

I just can't tie this sh*t together, man.

He's got to be.

So, let's see if his car

is still around the way.

If so, I'll put a tracker on it.

That way we have his

location wherever he go.

Good f*cking idea!

Great idea!

But we gotta do it now though,

because we should be smart.

We've gotta move now.

He ain't gonna hang around long.

I got you.

Let's go.

Yo! Yo!

What's up, man?

You up late, little, m*dget-m*therf*ckers

trying to k*ll me, man!

Hey, you better get out of

here like Chosen done did!

I mean, what you mean, like, out of here?

Like, out of here, like?

Chosen, just get out of here!

Go on, man.

Good night!

(ominous piano music playing)

(door knocking)

[Aunt Witch] Who's there?

[Legend Member] Hello?

Can I help you?

[Legend Member] Yeah, we need some help.

Our lives are on the line.

Why you come to me for?

[Legend Member] You

got a nephew named Trilla?

Hmm.

Step inside!

Put that away!

You won't need that in here.

sh*t!

[Aunt Witch] Come.

Sit.

Yeah, your nephew

tried to k*ll us, my man.

He already done k*lled

everybody we connected to.

First, I just want to know why.

He's seeking revenge for his mother.

But, I heard about the

people digging up the grave

and all that, but we ain't

got nothing to do with that!

He's not hunting y'all for that.

So, well, who or what is he hunting?

We ain't got no connection with his moms!

But, you do!

How?

[Aunt Witch] You guys

parents was his mother's K*llers!

Ah, sh*t, bro!

You didn't do anything directly.

He's just hunting the bloodline.

Oh, sh*t!

What the hell, bro?

Your family burned all the witches.

The townspeople were

tired of the witchcraft.

Well, you're a witch.

How are you here?

Why did you ain't get burnt?

When I was a little girl,

I wasn't old enough to be in the coven.

After I seen what happened,

I didn't want to go in that house!

So, I still practice my art.

There's some things you just get naturally.

sh*t!

[Brody] Don't buy it.

Last question then.

How do we stop the little n*gga?

You have to destroy the amulet.

And the chain!

Before his mom got burned,

somebody snatched

the amulet off of her neck!

And Trilla recovered it.

[Brody] This sh*t getting

worse and worse, bro.

- The hell?

- [Legend Member] The f*ck?

The amulet controls his creations.

The chain is connected between

him and his mother's spirit.

You must destroy them both!

Stop them completely!

He will still have some sort of magic,

because he is a natural warlock.

But, nothing like what

you're witnessing now.

So, how the f*ck we gonna do that?

That's for you to figure out.

I'm only here for background information.

The amulet is on him

and the chain is in the abandoned house

that's owned by our ancestors!

Trilla already has found

out who dug up his mother!

Her grave!

(Aunt Witch sighing)

And k*lled them.

These people were after the necklace,

because she was buried with it!

So, the necklace is worth trillions.

You must retrieve it!

But, he recovered it

and took it to that house.

[Brody] Man, sh*t, man!

That house is pure evil!

I don't step foot inside.

Be careful on your journey.

Yeah, I appreciate it.

Yeah, most definite.

Now, listen, let's get

the f*ck out of here!

(both men muttering)

I wish you well.

[Brody] All right, then.

But steely bubba ash-come-man!

Oo-sh-cub-ah, add-me-ma-lone-y!

Cat-uh-kiss-bah-cot!

(Chosen grunting)

(door slamming)

I got that m*therf*cker now!

Ooh!

Hell, yeah!

Ooh, yeah!

Got him!

[Trilla] k*ll him.

So, what?

I'm supposed to be scared of yo ugly a*s,

because you appeared in some smoke, n*gga?

Look, I don't give a f*ck

about none of that sh*t, n*gga!

You want some smoke?

I'll give you some smoke, n*gga!

Take that, m*therf*cker!

(g*nshots firing)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, sh*t!

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ow!

k*ll him, my n*gga!

k*ll him, my n*gga!

That's what you was made for!

Mama, we got one!

Mama, we got one, Mama!

(man screaming) (demon snarling)

[Trilla] k*ll him, Mama!

k*ll him!

k*ll him!

(demon screaming)

(supernatural hissing)

sh*t! Hang on!

Uh-uh!

(hissing continues)

(door slamming)

Oh, sh*t!

Someone done beat you out

of your m*therf*cking boots,

ain't it?

Old fake-a*s, m*therf*cking, rental cop!

Oh, this n*gga f*cking dead!

Funky b*tch!

Uh!

A funky b*tch!

Where your m*therf*cking bag at, man?

Y'all send me to get

this m*therf*cking bag.

The f*ck?

You tried to rob us!

The f*ck?

(fumes hissing) (man coughing)

Oh, sh*t!

Uh!

Yo, son, what's good?

Nothing, bro.

I don't know, man.

sh*t is bugging me.

That n*gga should have been here already.

Facts, son!

I hope they all right and on the move.

Tell me about it.

Where do you think they'd ride off?

Oh, sh*t.

What up, n*gg*s?

Yo, what up, son?

Sup, yo?

Sup, homie?

Y'all good?

Yeah.

Because y'all n*gg*s damns sure

had us worried about y'all.

Man, I got to the spot, bro.

f*ck around and got up in there.

Security guy laying on the floor dead, bro.

We're gone; That's a loss.

It looked like somebody

beat us to the jump, bro.

And that sh*t crazy.

And then I tried to get

the f*ck up out there,

and I seen this weird-a*s,

f*cking smoke, bro,

and I hauled a*s up out that b*tch, bro!

That's f*cking crazy.

Bro, I'm telling y'all,

the same f*cking sh*t happened to me.

The bag of money is gone.

I seen the f*cking

smoke, like bro talk about.

I got ghost.

I got the f*ck up out of there, man.

It's over with.

Trilla behind this sh*t, bro.

You think so?

Yep, I know it's him, yo.

Look, bro.

We went and talked to his

peoples, me and Brody, man.

Shorty said we gotta get the amulet.

We gotta break that b*tch.

We gotta m*therf*cking break

the chain, that his mama had.

Bro, we gonna have to go

to where the f*ck he at, bro.

Bro, we can't run from this n*gga, bro!

We got to face him head-on, bro!

We do what we gotta do, man.

Facts!

sh*t, bro, where the f*ck I'm at,

we can take my car, bro.

We can ride out that b*tch, bro.

Well, what up?

Well, that's fine.

Let's go, n*gga!

f*ck it!

I k*lled you, Mama.

Who dared to dug up your grave, Mama?

And I feel like they real close, Mama.

I feel these n*gg*s around somewhere.

Scared to be alone, n*gga

Who want it

Come get it

Don't sneak in it

Get rap heads to feigning

Oh, my country!

m*therf*cker!

[Trilla] Not y'all n*gg*s!

Man, shut the f*ck up!

Oh, y'all them country-a*s n*gg*s!

What country, what?

(Trilla chuckling)

m*therf*cker!

Y'all country, dusty-a*s n*gg*s, man!

Shut yo b*tch-a*s up, n*gga!

[Trilla] I got yo b*tch-a*s!

Don't worry about it!

You're a dumb-a*s b*tch!

[Trilla] I'm scared of small spaces!

Shut up, b*tch!

[Trilla] Oh, my God!

f*ck you!

b*tch-a*s n*gga!

To count me in the f*cking whirlwind

Stretched in the kitchen

(Trilla yelling)

Open that b*tch up.

Oh, sh*t!

- Freeze, f*ck-head!

- Freeze, m*therf*ckers!

Freeze! Freeze!

Goddammit!

(officers panting)

m*therf*ckers.

They're fast!

Damn, them m*therf*ckers is fast!

Hell, yeah!

sh*t!

Fast?

I bet y'all too cool to be doing this, man!

Shut your hating-a*s up!

Pull y'all's damn sh*t together, man!

It's like you need a

different profession, man!

You're totally f*cking hating!

Pull that damn tracker up!

Come on! Let's go, bro!

Come on, we've got movement!

sh*t!

Hell!

My hip! Oh!

We've gotta go!

Oh!

(engine revving)

(door knocking)

Big brother, Ken!

My man!

How you doing, bro?

Come on in, man.

All right.

Bro, man.

Good to see you, my man.

How you feeling?

I've been better, bro.

I hear you man. I hear you.

I've been watching the news.

What you fighting right

now, it ain't physical.

It's spiritual.

What made you say that, bro?

Listen, man, I just know.

I just know.

How you been fighting in the hood,

you ain't gonna win it this way.

g*ns ain't gonna help you.

Your fists ain't gonna help you.

You're gonna need help

from almighty God on this one.

I got a little plan, man.

I'm just praying it works, bro.

Okay.

I hear that.

Well, let's make sure that

plan don't have no fear in it,

because when you

fighting what you fighting,

they prey off of fear.

They'll destroy you if

you show up with fear.

So, if you wanna go

and you gonna fight this,

you gotta do it right.

Sheesh!

Listen, can I pray for you?

Man, yeah, man, I need a prayer.

Come on.

Father God, we thank

you so much for being God.

Thank you so much for covering my brother,

giving him the strength to deal with

what he's dealing with.

He's fighting something that's old as time.

So, he needs to invoke the power of someone

who's older than time,

and that's you, dear God.

So, we thank you for

giving him the victory,

helping him to have the

boldness and the courage

to do this your way.

In Jesus's name, amen.

Amen.

Listen, before you go,

take this with you, man.

You're gonna need it.

Thanks, bro.

I'm here for you if you need me.

Thanks, bro.

(group muttering)

Why are we rushing to our

death type sh*t out this, man?

Oh, come on, man!

Hell, no, bro!

A f*cking, big-a*s house.

Where the f*ck we at?

What the f*ck?

Oh!

Man, please don't tell

me we gotta go up in there?

Oh, hell no!

Man, what the f*ck, yo?

Man, we about to die, yo!

Look, y'all tighten the f*ck up, bro!

This the only way we gonna win, bro.

We gonna have to face it.

We gonna have to go, bro.

Come on. Let's move, bro.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Before y'all do that.

Look, I'm a hit the back.

Y'all n*gg*s hit the front door.

However we gotta do it.

Let's just go.

Let's get this sh*t done, bro.

All right, bet.

This sh*t crazy, though.

Man, f*cking Jeepers Creepers.

m*therf*cking Addams Family sh*t in here!

(door knocking)

Watch out.

Evening, sir.

How are you doing today?

How are you doing, sir?

What do y'all want?

Look here, man.

Look, I've been tracking

down a dude named Chosen,

all right?

And his location brought

us to this address right here.

But understand one thing, he

is armed and dangerous though.

Ain't no country n*gga named Chosen here.

You little f*ck, we know he's here!

Listen here, fashion police,

I told you ain't no country

n*gga named Chosen here.

Well, look, we ain't

got a warrant anyways.

We can't do anything about it.

Man, f*ck a warrant, man!

Let me tell your little,

m*dget-a*s something.

I know he's here.

And understand one thing,

when I get the okay to arrest him,

I'm gonna come back and

arrest your little, short-a*s too!

Do you understand?

How you?

(door slamming) Mother!

This m*therf*cker just...

[Hancock] Get his a*s back to the door.

[Brick-house] Oh, slam

your door in my face?

Man, he done gone crazy!

He about to come back to this door.

Y'all still want to come the f*ck in?

No!

f*ck this! I quit!

I told you this sh*t was real!

Mr. Warlock, sir,

I think I got the wrong address.

If you don't get your Carl

Winslow looking-a*s away here,

- you'll be dead.

- I be leaving!

f*ck Mr. Butler!

n*gga?

It's creepy as a m*therf*cker here.

You see this?

f*cking sh*t, crazy as a b*tch!

What the f*ck?

It's cold as a b*tch!

On God, n*gga, what the f*ck?

sh*t!

Yo, son!

Damn!

Yo, you hear that?

Mieka?

You hear that? Baby?

Yo, where the f*ck y'all going, man?

f*ck, y'all left be myself!

Tre! Baby!

Keesh! Keesh, Keesh, what's up?

What's up?

Yo, what the f*ck?

Keesh?

Oh, where'd you go, yo?

Oh, my God, man!

Keesh?

Yo, what the?

(door pounding)

sh*t.

(fumes hissing)

Let me out!

Yo, yo, yo, yo!

Hey, man!

What the f*ck, man?

Let me out this b*tch!

Yo!

Man, what the f*ck, man?

You that scary country-a*s n*gga, huh?

My n*gga, k*ll this m*therf*cker.

(demon screeching)

(Tre and demon screaming)

(thudding)

[Wife] Help! Come save me!

Stop, baby, I need you!

(man screaming)

[Shamieka] Pa-pi!

Come here, pa-pi!

Pa-pi, come here!

I miss you.

Come here.

Hey, you funny-talking m*therf*cker!

Remember I told you I was gonna k*ll you?

You ain't listen, huh?

Your a*s trapped.

You trapped like a b*tch.

Huh, you trapped, b*tch, huh?

You ain't listen, but I got

something for your a*s.

Raise it.

Come on, follow me.

Just a little bit.

Come on!

You almost there.

A little bit more.

You're almost there.

Just a little bit. Come on!

Now, k*ll your m*therf*cking self,

you funny-talking m*therf*cker!

(g*nsh*t firing)

Baby.

I wish that was really you.

Will you hold me, please?

I ain't dumb, bay.

That's a trick of the mind and the heart.

This sh*t ain't real.

Hey, country n*gga!

Yeah, you!

You in the right spot.

Some other country n*gg*s,

the p*ssy got them k*lled.

You've been looking for me?

Welcome to the m*therf*cking

party, you country n*gga.

What the f*ck you got there?

What you gonna do with that?

As I walk through the valley...

You with the church?

Fear no evil!

My n*gga!

I got the sword of the spirit!

You smell that?

Do you smell that?

Gimme that!

Get this country p*ssy!

k*ll him!

k*ll him!

Get him, my n*gga!

Get him!

Get him, my n*gga!

Foe-za!

Throw me the amulet!

sh*t, here you go!

Auntie!

Who the f*ck's side you on?

My side! Only!

Mama, help me!

Mama, help me!

I'm going away from here!

Mama, help me!

Boy, your mother is in hell.

It has been my voice this entire time

that you've been speaking to!

How the f*ck you get her chain?

I've been looking for it!

I done k*lled all these country n*gg*s

and these dusty b*tches.

Matter fact, who the f*ck dug up her grave?

(Aunt Witch laughing)

I dug up your mother's grave!

It was my voice that led you to believe

to k*ll the wrong people!

But in fact, you did not!

Hold the f*ck on!

My n*gga!

k*ll this crazy b*tch!

He will do no such a thing!

I have the amulet, which created you,

and the chains that go with it.

Now I'm powerful and you will obey me!

Ain't that a b*tch?

Demon, k*ll him!

(Demon screeching)

(Aunt Witch laughing)

You set me up, didn't you?

I did!

Come on, man!

Just let me go, y'all.

No!

I will not do no such thing!

The f*ck?

Demon, k*ll him!

Oh, f*ck!

(Demon viciously growling)

Gone!

Gotta go outside.

- Babe!

- Gone, gone.

Babe, you talking in your sleep.

I think you having a nightmare.

I just had the craziest dream ever, man!

[LaKeisha] Well, get yourself together.

Everybody waiting on us around the way.

All right.

Giving y'all valuable information too!

Get the f*ck out of here!

I hope you got bail money, n*gga!

I hope you got bail money!

I don't need bail money; I'm good!

But anyway.

Shh!

Silencio!

I got information!

Oh, my God!

I got information.

Check it out!

What?

The man is down the street.

Y'all might wanna clean y'all act up,

because they heading

over this way, all right?

Next time I see y'all...

- Good f*cking job!

I want prices up!

The f*ck you looking at, n*gga?

[Chosen] Yo pocket, n*gga!

You rent-a-cop m*therf*cker!

[Chosen] Yep!

f*ck this n*gga.

What's up, n*gga?

What up?

It ain't sh*t.

What's happening?

Hey, bro!

What's up with y'all?

What's up, what's up, yo?

sh*t.

Y'all this man was fighting,

talking and praying in his sleep.

Yo, what the f*ck?

(group laughing)

Something!

Man, look, look, look!

Nah, nah!

Man, f*ck y'all!

Nah, nah, for real.

Aye, this sh*t was crazy though, for real.

Like, it was a...

What's up country

n*gg*s and dusty b*tches?

(group babbling)

Y'all heard about that

body that got dug up?

(group continues babbling)

Oh, hell nah!

Catch me if I'm fallen

drunk in love, alcoholic

Yeah, that p*ssy tops

a B-B-L after market

Hating n*gg*s hating,

so I'll always be the topic

Paid with your life just

for getting out of pocket

If it's right or wrong,

I'm with my dogs

My bros are locked forever

Can run it through from A

to Z, we G like Jared Leto

This style for free, inside

of me, but D-J do it better

This smart mouth good for sucking from,

Your b*tch, I probably let her

Yes, you told me that my style

and presence get her wetter

It's 2 V one, I'm looking

at it like she need a helper

I'm birthday gifting, not today

But damn I'm feeling special

That 38, extended beam,

that m*therf*cker special

Tell them

They're just stinking mad

and think you walk into a blitz

I'm making troll like a trollers

Coming hitting with that stick

It's candle laded, def legit

And n*gga I don't give a sh*t

Not the smallest little bit

Now rest in piss, you little b*tch

Ring around the Rosie

Think the Devil chose me

Ring around the Rosie

They don't know the old me

And got some columns,

rocked some pollen

Throwing at a glass

Early thousands if they

found me whooping on your a*s

Notice you in solitude,

went looking for a crash

A goofy groupie never

move me, stepping out of class

We dream chasing,

legendary rocking on this ship

No, I'm never stepping

down, there's levels to this sh*t

You capping and you rack

it, boy, I hear you never fit

Keep caskets for you b*stards,

in case a n*gga wanna slip

Highway straight to heaven

if you really wanna trip

Stop choosing your mouth,

and now you're really running lip

Not the type that got the stripes

They'll bang it off the hip

I could blick her with this wipe

Then clip this steady, let it rip

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

(woman screaming)

(music continues) (woman laughing)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah