Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're even stronger than you know.
And he was pissed off when those guns were stolen.
Your next moves.
And the night when I came into the club,
Why didn't you just come to me?
who wants always to say, I am right.
Kick his ass, Cage!
there was a mic stand that was unaccounted for.
My name is Inspector Priscilla Ridley.
Actually, it's ooh-woop...
As far as I'm concerned, he's no longer a suspect.
He had enough money to keep Harlem's Paradise flush.
- Be careful. - Always.
That's never good.
See? I'm not the type of person
And...
Hey! NYPD.
He won't go for a room.
- Says who? - Says me.
And that's just a taste.
What?
with Claire's help, did it again, and I got better.
And neither should you.
You want me dead?
Is Mariah still in there?
to lure Candace out of the apartment.
Negro, please.
Interrupt an interrogation.
- She's being hysterical. - You murdered Candace
What about your sororal?
No.
Pop knew about my abilities.
If she were still alive, that would be one thing.
you'll have a front-row seat when I nail Mariah's ass to the wall.
The angle.
- This system is broken, Priscilla. - Mercedes...
Even when you don't speak...
You Know You Can’t Trust Niggas Around Equipment
when he was smashed by a heavy, circular base.
I hear everything you say.