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Your the one who keeps coming in

with small change tings.

Dat's because all we ever rob

is small tings.

So go out dere and

get us a big ting, deem.

Wait, how come I always

have to go to the market?

You go down dere next time.

No, dat's wrong. You know I've got

a beef out dere, Junior.

Enough of these little yungas want to war with them.

So I say out of sight, out of mind.

Anyway, the point of being a boss like me,

you have to do what I say, isn't it?

I hear deem Souljahz want to start a war

with deem g's too.

But deem man dem are different.

Stay away from their block, blood.

We've got to keep out of dis postcode bullshit.

We've got to keep healthy.

So do they.

No one knows where Tugz is hiding.

Yeah, but they're still active though.

So just be cool and stay sharp.

You've got kids killing kids everywhere,

it's getting out of control. So just get in, and out.

Plain and simple. Blood you understand?

- Why can't we just go now, Rager?

I'm not leaving dis city until

we've got proper peas.

- We've got loads!

- No we don't, not enough.

We need to prepare if we're going

to move out to the wilds.

Easy if you are safe, man.

Safe?

Come, let me show you

how to be safe, come.

C'mon, c'mon,

move, move.

- The boys coming with us?

- Of course, they want to live like normalz...

- They won't hack, here.

- Listen, you're my brother, but they family, too.

Don't forget dat.

Come here!

Strong, yah. Ready?

What are you scared for?

- Who's scared, man?.

- Look, do it strong. Pow. Up, in here.

Dat's it. Dat's it. Again.

Dat's it, strong, strong.

If your mom could see ...

He goes in for the take down, boom!

- Hey, Get off me.

- C'mon, get up.

Now go and get us some munchies, yeah?

A big ting dis time.

Come, come, you know I love you, right?

- Oh, you're gay!

Shut up, man.

Move boy. I don't want to see any dust settlin'

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I do not go to school nowhere.

They shut most of deem down.

And now I draw a map. On the lookout

for heists. Dat is my homework, now.

Always on the look out for munchies.

Enough youth on the road,

they are different these days.

But Tugz, rahh...

the man's a psycho.

And they say he beat up his own mum.

Now he runs postcodes.

Wanting all the blocks, bring beef.

I've got to stay out of his way,

dat's it.

Blood, it's about time, where 'ave you been?

-Out! Get off me.

- Well, grab dat box for me.

- Cool.

C'mon, you've been out all day.

You gotta have sumpin'.

One sec, get dat one as well,

will you?

Rag, all the time you've been here,

you couldn't get 3 boxes, ay?

Well, you know, you're too lazy, isn't it.

I've got to up your work, struggle.

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