Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's a kid that lives up the block about 11 years old named Charles Brian do you know him?, huh? Yeah!
Talking to himself, like, pacing and cursing.
Diane?
Disperse, motherfuckers! Disperse now!
I need a number check.
Fuck!
But youuu...
- put your hands behind your back. - Shaft, I got one.
I know a shitload of games.
How bout no #Coffee! Remove that man.
- All right. - Okay.
Okay.
I mean, obviously.
He tried to ignore the guy, but the bastard just wouldn't let up.
You know why we can't find her?
Eight-ball's 200. A gram's 80. It's all prebagged.
Freeze, goddamn it!
We're busted!
- Yo, get the broad in the fucking car! - Get in the car! Open the door!
Today we find out if I'm your daddy or the German shepherd.
2 sentence, 2 space, 1 love
Rasaan, Rasaan, shut up. Here.
- Stay still, please. - Yo, Shaft.
Sit in this car and think about this ass-whooping you're gonna get.
They robbed the white boy and they got the money under the seat.
it's like he had cake
Uncle J! Hey.
Out! Out! Go!
I know what this is gonna sound like, but we had no idea.
How much they pay you, Kearney?
You got that, Tupac? All right?
My kid's got more indictable shit under his bed.
between Prospect Place and Park Place.
How bout nobirds
Who delivers 10 times out of 10?
How bout no work week! Remove that man.
- What's my name? - I forgot.
What's my goddamn name!? I don't know!
Y'all should make me an associate...
Say exactly what I told you, word for word.
- Who got you that gig at the club? - You.
It's Giuliani time.
Located and then what?
You are gone from this precinct.
You got a murder robot factory?
It's gonna be a long ride to the precinct.
I'll blow his motherfucking brains out.
- That boy, the celebrity, he got mugged. - He what?
Looks like the kid got clocked with that.
Half right then, and half after the disposition of the case. And I said yes.
Who you like for GA. Gov.? You're kidding right. You're into politics? Stacy Abrams, Stacy Abrams
- And then what happened? - Trey turned the tables on the guy.
What's up?
- You watch yours, too. - New world order.
So this is what I propose.
Walter Wade, Jr. You big Walter Wade's son?
Hey, son. Hey, yo, you gonna get your ass twisted.
yeah, fingers are phat.
How bout no work week!
If it was me, I'd never come back.
#talkaboutcultwhileifinishit
You got a boat?
I need to file me an assault charge against my boyfriend.
Here. Jump for it, okay? And behave.
I guess I'm gonna have to show them what fucking with people's all about.
Wait a second! You got some dough coming!
You're fighting over a bit of rubber?
Yeah, real funny.
The courthouse, man, that was some rough shit.
Come on. Let's get going over there.
They went out the window!
It's a zoo in here. And if I'm working, how can I see anything?
Is this a fucking joke?
My New York peoples, they down like Whoa
Po Po Po Po Power with BEARGLOVE!!!
Look, I was razzing the guy. He couldn't take a joke.
- Hello. How are you? - Hello, my darling.
Look, I got fucking mugged.
Look down the corner.
You got a murder robot factory?
Sixty-eight fifty Norstrom Avenue...
Freeze mofo before I busy a cap in your dome!
- I won't testify! - Baby.
a minute later the Wade guy comes out.
Throw something else! Throw something else!
Motherfucker, you got my house fucked up!
When I say me...
John Shaft
SHIT BLANCO, YOU LOOK LIKE A FUCKING DUCKER HUNTER!
Chocolate motherfukkin Eddie! Say it! Chocolate Eddie!
Luger, hurry the fuck up, man.
Come on...
Easy with the braids, man.