2Eleven

Synopsis: 2ELEVEN IS THE TALE OF TWO BROTHERS HUSTLING TO SURVIVE IN THE STREETS OF DETROIT. ZO, THE CALM, AMBITIOUS BROTHER WANTS NOTHING MORE THAN TO GIVE HIS DAUGHTER, NATTY, A BETTER LIFE WHILE MURDA, THE FLASHY HOT TEMPERED BROTHER LOVES THE FAST LIFE AND EVEN FASTER MONEY. TWO VERY DIFFERENT BROTHERS WITH THE SAME OCCUPATION, COMMITTING ROBBERIES. ZO, MURDA, AND THEIR ACCOMPLICE, RELL START OFF AS SMALL TIME THIEVES UNTIL ZO LINKS UP WITH A SEASON VETERAN WHO GIVES THEM THE OPPORTUNITY TO CATCH BIGGER FISH AND MAKE MORE MONEY. ONCE THESE "JACK BOYS" BEGIN TO SEE A SHIFT IN INCOME, THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN ZO AND MURDA BECOME MORE APPARENT. TEMPERS FLARE, BLOOD IS SHED, AND LINES ARE CROSSED. THE MORE MONEY THAT IS MADE, THE MORE LOYALTY IS TESTED. THIS URBAN DRAMA IS SURE TO LEAVE YOU THINKING.
 
IMDB:
7.2
Year:
2015
107 min
721 Views


- Yeah nigga, get the f*** down, b*tch.

Where the f*** you goin', boy?

You gon' make me run, nigga?

Where the f*** that sh*t at?

- I told you ain't no f***in' work.

- Hm.

- I got it, brother, let's go.

- Listen, homie, you

got what you came for.

Beat it, f*** boy.

- I know you heard what happened

to your man's white boy.

- Hell no.

- Man, somebody ran up and

they spot, took everything.

- You bullshit.

- Hell no.

Lord knows how many

bricks they got away with.

- And don't nobody know

who did it or nothin' huh.

- Nah.

Man, nobody.

I'da loved to

have a piece of that.

- Man, who you tellin'.

Damn, niggas

got away with brick and money?

And me and Murda runnin'

round this b*tch broke?

Sh*t, f*** that.

One two three, just livin' in a dream

Every day that goes by

Is the same old thing

I'm like a captain on a ship

With no steady course

Only one ever brought it back

Baby, you're the sun

A million dollars in

cash, would you kill for it

Hell, yeah, I would

Me too, sittin' at the

table baggin' all that work

If niggas only knew

what I was thinkin' about

It's like my conscience just

left and the music stopped

Niggas lookin' stumped, but

they ain't facin' the mood

They know why I go miss

like bitchin' n' juice

Catch me this time tomorrow

Whippin' da coop

Yeah, and when karma come

I have my AR pistol and my armor on

I ain't got a lot of

friends, I don't party none

But I keep celebratin'

like the Mardi Gras

They say you so anti,

why you act like that

They was just lookin' at

him while he snuck my step

Ain't paranoid, f***in' crazy

Money over everything, f*** you, pay me

I'm so far gone I'm on another planet

Stand in my cross let anybody have it

If you break my

- Nigga, this must not

be your day today, huh?

You ain't get sh*t all day, huh?

Put your money where your mouth at.

- But hunny hunny, man.

You hittin'.

- I got five, I got five.

Shoot the dice, man.

- 'Cause you gon' need another

motherf***er after this round, nigga

and can get some sh*t redone.

Ooh, money in the bank, my motherf***er.

- Go ahead, man.

Y'all ain't f***in'

wit each other no more?

- Hell nah.

Nigga ain't got time for all that bullshit

she got goin' on, dawg.

She dealin' with school

and a bunch of other sh*t.

Plus she f***in' with some

little young wild nigga, man.

I know you have to f***

around and kill that boy.

- You sound kinda hurt, my nigga.

- Look man, we riding with this nigga.

Let's bet a ben, f*** these niggas.

You got a ben?

- We shootin' all

hunnies over here.

- All hunnies, nigga,

throw the ben, f*** it, it's a ben.

- That's a thousand

right here, little nigga.

- Ey man, your weak ass gon'

have to shake them b*tches.

- Bet hunny, hunny, man.

- You got bad luck.

Ey, get him some water.

This motherf***er over here is sweating.

Give him some water.

You wanna bet it up again?

- I'm ridin'.

- Double it up,

- Bet hunny hunny.

- Double it up.

What you got, what your mans got?

They ran off?

Uh-uh, bet it up again, bet it up again.

Oh, money in the bank motherf***er.

What are you eating tonight?

Natty gettin' big, huh?

- Bad then a motherf***er too.

You need to get over there and see Mama.

- Ain't nobody got time for

the sh*t Mama be on, man.

Gon' be talkin' about

church and grand babies.

Man, ain't nobody got time for that sh*t.

- That's still yo mama,

and she need to see you.

When we get through

with all this bullshit,

go over there and check on her.

Yeah, aite.

- Matter of fact, bet all this sh*t.

I'm tired of your little weak ass, man.

- This, hey, this the

rent money, motherf***er.

You ain't said sh*t but a word.

- Bet that sh*t, man.

- Hope you got mo' than that.

Hope you got mo'

than that in yo pocket.

- Shoot the dice, man.

- Let's go.

- Oh, money in the

bank, money in the bank.

Yatsee, nigga.

Yatsee, motherf***er.

Where you 'bout to go, McD's?

- You got me, baby.

- You go to McD's all day.

- I'm f***ed up.

- Come on, you go to big house with us.

Come one, you gotta hop

on the city bus though.

- It's time.

- Let's get 'em.

Nigga, bet the, bet

the shoes, motherf***er.

Bet the bill, matter fact,

bet them shoestrings too.

I bet mama needs some new shoes like that.

Bet all that sh*t, the

shoes, the belt, everything.

Bet all that sh*t, nigga.

Nigga--

- Nigga, shut the

f*** up and turn around.

- Oh, stickin' up, man.

- Straight up, that's what

y'all doin', dawg?

Give me this sh*t, nigga.

- Give me that sh*t, nigga, watch, too.

- Oh, it's like that, Murda.

It's like that, nigga.

What the f***, nigga?

- Nigga, shut the f*** up,

and run that sh*t, nigga.

F*** you think this is?

Bang bang, b*tch.

Babe!

Babe!

Babe!

You got that shirt for me?

I can't hear you.

- Babe!

Babe!

The shirt!

What you want me to do?

Bring you the shirt too, damn.

- Damn.

Jess, Damn!

- Nigga, calm down.

What you so excited 'bout this shirt for?

You got a new broad you like or somethin'?

- Hell yes.

She's strapped like a gang banger too.

- Yeah, nigga, she might be.

But she ain't f***in' wit me dawg.

- Man, give me my f***in' shirt

and go put some clothes on.

Gotta open the door for Zo.

You know I'm trying to

get to the gang banger.

- I'm gon' beat yo ass and her ass too.

- Stop f***in' playin' and

give me the shirt, man.

What's good, bro?

- Sh*t, sh*t, came by see what you had up.

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