Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"belonged to a crew of violent hoodlums
Bushido Brown's services
Who you think you fucking with, huh?
Oh, hell, no. I knew it.
Well, tough titty for him.
Shoot, heh. Bad for y'all.
Eventually they're gonna find out where we live.
Swipe. Jell-O jack, nyukka.
Ruckus, help!
And that's the moral of the story.
Y'all can get off my property now.
It's my fault. I'm sorry.
Came back from the dead."
Ed, stop. Stop!
That's Grand Master Bushido Brown.
except to another crab.
The first was that he got to sleep in Robert's bed.
Yo. Ha-ha!
Why we running?
Let's swing it. Whoo!
but Bushido Brown don't wipe his own ass.
Gimme this shit, little nigga. It's my story.
Ruckus!
* To call your brother sun *
It is a beautiful day to fuck shit up.
We know that niggas can create conflicts based on ignorance,
Granddad, help. Sorry, boys. Cheers.
That makes sense.
Yeah! Yeah!
that's why we's niggas.
Man, I work for people with real money.
Well, well, well. We came a long way
Leave decent non-nigga folks alone.
I can't believe somebody snitched.
and the 1100 series is some bullshit.
Aha, yes.
Well, now what?
* Chop, chop, chop Judo flip *
What? What?