Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Second stash this month they done got to.

- No. - You know what I'm saying, shit like that.

"Please go away. Please, please."

"Yo, Tri, stash that shit at Neesey's. What's wrong with you?"

Make nice or invest heavily in petroleum jelly?

So who do we got for a suspect?

this city can use all the fucking help it can get.

Come on, man. You're talking about drugs.

Like, why ain't you out there looking for this motherfucker right now?

you're fucking with me because, what, you're bored?

That's sweeping leaves on a windy day, whoever the hell you are.

I mean, take me, for instance.

All of a sudden, this case has legs.

"I ain't sleep since I capped his ass.

Yo, Cheese. Where you been at, man?

But, maybe we can help you on this.

Lay it out like it's their lucky day. No flexing, no threats.

And you told us not to start nothing. So I set up in the middle of the block.

This is a win-win for you, ain't it?

Can you help me inside? I'm Chantal.

- No way around it. - She's right.

are the ones with the bills in the front.

He won't play? You beat the shit out of him because crime is up.

Did you get your cars?

Got to go somewheres, I guess.

I go down to MCI Jessup, hoping to pull up a fellow with some years on him.

The Mayor told me the same thing.

- Come on, let's go. - It's all pink, baby.

I just got the lease, so...

there was a small moment of goddamn genius...

- Well, they paying for it now. - Mos def.

Power hitter, right?

by some nameless smokehound who comes out the Cut Rate one day...

because he has no fucking clue.

Tied his neck to a doorknob in the prison library and sat his ass down.

- Oh shit, it was like... - It was Cheese's boy, Tri.

I need you to walk back up there and pack up your people.

For months, these assholes show perfect phone discipline.

But you know what?