– Hey, Loyal Ink in this bitch. Hey, that’s Loyal Ink
right there, look. – Hey, y’all come over here,
bitch! – Hey, Loyal Ink! – Shut up, shut up, shut up! – [indistinct yelling] – No, let me beat the [bleep]
out this stupid ho! – Now, we didn’t come
looking for drama, but somehow it found us. If this fight
would have ended here, it would have been
just another day with the crew. But nah, [bleep] going down. – Don’t. Don’t start. – What’s up, bitch?
What’s up, bitch? – [indistinct yelling] – Are you [bleep] kidding me? Are you [bleep] kidding me?
Did you hit me? Did you just [bleep] hit me? – Hold on, hold on.
That’s a girl, bro. You tripping. – Junior might have hit Reese. I don’t really [bleep] know, my
[bleep] going crazy right now. – [indistinct yelling] – It’s me, it’s me! – That [bleep] hit me! – Hey come on, come on! – [indistinct yelling] – Stop, stop, stop! – [indistinct yelling] – REESE: Junior [bleep] hit me. Junior [bleep]. Let me go! – [indistinct yelling] – Bitch, shut the [bleep]! – Is that your boyfriend,
all y’all bring it on, bitch! I got you.
– Try again, bitch. – [indistinct yelling] – I try to pull Lily out and I
try to defend her, and then I see this week-ass mother [bleep]
named Junior try to [bleep] start beating on everybody else. And it’s so chaotic. – You don’t know me, bitch! You don’t know me, bitch! – Y’all ain’t [bleep]!
Y’all [bleep]! – That [bleep] hurt a girl! He [bleep] put his hands
on a woman. – Yeah, [bleep] you, asshole. You [bleep]
put your hands on me. – [bleep] Chicago [bleep]. – Talk to me.
Junior, talk to me. – See you in Chicago! See you in Chicago,
you weak-ass bitch! – That [bleep] hit him!
He a stupid mother [bleep]! – Let go!
– Let go of me! – You [bleep] bitch,
[bleep] [bleep] ho! – Let go of me!
– Junior! – Let go of me! – LILY: You’re a ho ass
[bleep]! None of y’all bitches [bleep]! You ain’t [bleep]! You’re ho ass [bleep]. – DON: I don’t
even have words right now. I ain’t come to Jamaica
to [bleep] fight. What the [bleep] is going on? – In the car.
– [bleep] [bleep]! – WOMAN: Alright,
we can’t get in the car. – Watch, Junior.
– Junior! I got it, I got it! Junior, get in the car, bro.
– [bleep]. – [indistinct yelling] – Let me at him.
Let me at him, it’s good. Last time I checked, I thought
this was about me. This is a [bleep]
9Mag vs. Loyal Ink street brawl. Junior tweaking. He tried to ride up
on my brother? No, bro, we don’t
rock like that, bro. – ♪