Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yo, the shit is late.
Why didn't you tell me? My stomach's growling like a motherfucker.
"31 years of age.
All right.
or like this.
Only $5, what's up with that?
Go on to the back. Ain't got time for this shit.
Well, now.
In the hole, man.
Nothing but touts and runners here.
You know how that goes, Commissioner.
You walking down them alleys of the projects...
Golden Gloves?
but I can't help but notice this is a middle-aged white man.
I don't think so.
makes it all the way down to the other dude's side...
You stingy like one.
Got any testers, man?
Address is in the same public housing where he controls the drug trade.
The Point. So, you're a country girl.
Damn.
She says whatever we got, she'll put on film.
Have him dance on some empties before we go out there.
You got the Pit.
but he could use a little bit more stains, more dirt.
Just make sure you give me enough.
Been working on him two weeks, we don't even have a photo.
'Cause a fiend, he's gonna chase that shit no matter what.
Bunk and me, when we jack up the Barksdale kid...
It ain't like that.
-A lesbian. -Yeah.
All right, y'all know what the fuck this is.
Keep it moving.
Is it insubordinate if I ask what's so necessary?
They're using pagers, right?
We give it back, so as not to spook him.
No, I mean, really. What do we really know?
We do worse, and we get paid more.
You know why?
for walking him through this grand jury thing.
-If you ain't gonna say anything, I am. -What?
-We're gonna be here all fucking night. -I'm not.
Yeah, we are.
You in the goddamn sandwich shop.
Move with your right. Left, right, left, right.