Five Star

March 24, 2008.

A little boy was born.

Sincere Israel Najir Grant.

My son.

That's my son.

You know where I was?

Nah, not the hospital bed.

Nah, not in the waiting room.

I was locked the fuck up.

Remember getting that call.

Putting the call in, I should say.

Had a beautiful baby boy,

and I wasn't there to greet him when he came into the world, and, um...

It's funny.

I was released the week after.

April 1. My pop's birthday.

Came home on April Fool's Day. Dig that.

I remember walking in, opening the P's.

Everybody... "Yo, Primo, Primo. Oh, shit."

Fuck y'all. I want to go see my son.

Walked up the stairs. I was nervous.

Haven't seen my daughter in so long.

Open the door. Everybody greeting me.

"Oh, welcome home. Welcome home."

"Yeah, it's nice. That-That was sweet. Move. I want to see my son."

And I walked into the room.

There's a little baby, about this big.

Just laying on the bed. Wrapped up, blankets, sky blue hat on.

And, um... "That's my son."

All I kept saying was, "That's my son."

I remember my daughter ran in the room and...

"Daddy, Sincere."

"Sincere, Daddy."

I said, "Yes, baby."

I picked my son up.

I've never...

I can't recall tearing so hard in my life,

even when my daughter was born.

But I teared like a baby...

because I missed the most important part of my son's life,

and that was his coming.

And on that day, I promised my kid... I swore to him.

I swore to my son and I swore to my daughter.

"I'll never leave you again."

What's good, boy? Yo. What's good, bro?

What up, yo? Yeah. What's good, man?

Yo, what's up?

What's good, little man?

You got a nicer ball. You got a nicer ball.

Holy shit. Well, well, well.

What's good, man? What's up, man? No pounds?

I gotta go, man.

Hold on, bro. Why you moving so fast, man?

I gotta go, man. I gotta go.

Just chill out, bro. What's good with you? Take it easy, man.

What's good, man? Why you so nervous, man?

Yo. Relax, bro.

Just a few words, man. When you gonna start moving it for me, man?

I don't want to do nothing for you, man.

I'm good. I'm good, man.

Watch your tone, bitch. This nigga's a big shot.

What you mean you good, man? Shit, man.

This nigga's a big shot now. What's up, man?

Filling up your pockets? You good? You eating?

Yo, John!

If it ain't the moneymaking RayLo. Big Primo.

RayLo. What's good, boy? Ain't nothing, man. Macking.

What you doing with my young 'un?

Just saw him passing through, chop it up with him.

You good? I'm chilling.

Just about to spin off, man. It's hot as a bitch out here.

RayLo, make sure the numbers right. I'm-a holla at you.

A'ight.

Where you been, man? I ain't seen you since the funeral.

Chilling, bro. You gotta come out more often, man.

Staying in the house. Shit ain't as depressing as it looks.

Yeah, I'm stuck in the crib, man. Well, come back out.

There's a lot more on the streets.

I'm sorry about your old man, though.

Yo, I appreciate that, man. No problem, man.

Yeah, man. Sorry about your old man.

Y'all knew my pops? Yeah, yo. He was a good dude.

Mel was the best, you know what I mean? Everybody knew your pops.

Respect. Remember that.

But I got you here now, so...

Got some kicks on. Let's see how your ball game looking.

Bet it's better than yours. Mmm.

- Check. - You know it.

- Don't lose your breath. - 1-zip.

Check up, bitch.

Why you fouling for? Don't start crying.

Why you fouling for? Stop crying.

Why you fouling? Stop crying.

- My point. - Your push.

My point. Now you playing like a little man.

You're just a hacker, yo.

Come on, man. Let's play ball.

Put your fucking hands up. Let's play ball.

It's my ball. Catch up.

Game over! Let's go!

'Bout time.

How's your moms, man? She's good.

How's she hanging in there?

She's living. You know.

We gonna make sure she lives great.

You gonna make sure of that. You gonna make sure and be the man.

Of course, man. The man of the house.

All this nonsense out here in the streets, J.

It ain't for you.

Real money.

What you got in mind?

Got a lot of things in mind, but I know what I want you to do.

I mean, like... I owe it to your pops, man.

Yo, come on, man. Don't play me like no little kid, man.

Relax. Nobody playing you like a kid, John.

Your pops took me in at the same age you is,

showed me everything I need to know.

Understand? Respected by everybody.

Bloods, Crips, Kings, Ñetas, everybody.

And he was a neutral dude.

You know why? 'Cause he gave respect.

He had power, but he never abused it.

Understand? Yeah.

He took me in, five hard.

Didn't discriminate against me or nothing.

Taught me everything I need to know.

I mean, this works out for you and you comfy,

which I'm sure you will be,

bring it to the home team, know what I mean?

Get the one-eyed willy and do one of these a little bit.

All right? You offering me to be Blood, man?

It's a offer, but...

Don't think you gotta do what the rest of these dudes gotta do.

Me, I take care of that.

You ain't gotta go buck 50 no grills.

Steal no cars or some shit.

Know what I mean? I'll bless you in.

I'm a five star. They don't question me.

Say the word right now, I'll put it in the books.

When you walk outside tomorrow morning, or even in the next hour,

all the fuckers is gonna salute you.

What's a five star?

Never thought I had to explain it to you, know what I mean?

Always thought Mel would be here to tell you.

Five lanes, baby.

First five to ever start this whole Blood Piru game.

I mean...

It goes deeper than what you see on the TV.

Right now, what you read...

got Bloods and Crips fighting over this.

Five stars, we don't gotta fight over that.

Understand? We generals. We salute everything.

We done bossed up.

Everybody answers to me.

Shit don't go down unless it goes through me.

Before it was me, it was me and your pops.

I love him to death, but what he taught me, I'm gonna use.

I'm-a do for you what was done for me.

Put you under the wing. You ain't gotta worry about nothing.

Know what I mean?

You ready to come home?

You really think that was a stray bullet?

Uh...

I mean, you gotta remember, son.

The streets are talking. The streets are evil.

You feel me? Like...

People are negative.

People were envious of the respect he had, 'cause he had it.

You feel me? Like, niggas would be, like...

"Yo, why he got all that for?"

What about me? What I got?"

Hold on one sec.

Hello?

What's good?

What?

You can't handle that?

So you want me to come all the way over there?

All right. I'll be there in 15 minutes, man.

Fifteen minutes, man.

Look, man, I make a rule real quick.

Swing by the crib, we'll chop it up.

I mean talk a little more. All right.

Look like you're having a party right now.

We just sitting, chilling, man.

You got a problem. What's the problem?

I'm here. I know you're here.

- Damn. - Want my money. That's what's up, like...

Like I said, give me two days, and you'll have your money.

Two more days.

You sent your little army, squad down here, whatever you wanna call 'em.

Know what I'm saying? I sent 'em back empty-handed, as you can see. Look at it.

It's a little rough down here, man.

I mean, it's hard right now, man. That's not my problem!

Getting the package to you, that's my problem.

I get two days? Two extra days?

That's all I ask for, man.

Been running with you for two years, bro. Know what I'm saying?

You got it.

Two days. That was rude of me.

Good looking, man. Look out. Know what I'm saying?