Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A giant step forward in urban reawakening.
Brava!
If I'm an investigative journalist, I've gotta be able to investigate, right?
You know, Kent...
- Any idea who is behind this? - No. We're too busy fighting them.
I never realized how dangerous until now.
I'd miss you, but I'd back you up.
Whoa, Shit, Motherfukka Goddamn! These Niggas Wanna Heat Me Up Like Eggs, Grits & Ham!
Cement shoes, sleeps with the fishes, that kind of thing.
The only thing I ever wanted was to have him be proud of me.
I was just asking your man here about a job.
my own plans for reviving the area.
Just getting to know the help.
No problems.
What are you talking about?
Get that trash outta here.
We could be legitimate and make twice as much money.
Aren't you worried about making such an investment in the West River area now?
The four of you against the Metros. You don't have a chance.
And stay out.
How does lasagna sound?
Well, thank you, my dear. Thank you very much.
You're in over your head on this one, Lois.
Poppa would be the first to say it's time to move on.
How the mighty have fallen.
- Thanks for not blowing my cover. - Well, that's what friends are for.
- Charlie. - Charlie?
Skulla & Hambone both pays us for Protection Damnit Did You Hear What I Said?
- My singing career is over. - Why? You were magnificent.
- Then you take care of it. You got it? - Okay, Johnny.
Me, home alone, in a shlumpy robe...
Schools, shops, restaurants, theaters, offices, apartments.
- Did you see him? - Of course I saw him.
Delicious.
Shit, From a Nickel and Dime Ass Nigga to a Top Hat Ballin’ Big Rigga! Don’t Hate Me Cuz I’m the Motherfukkin Nigga like Pop!
It's good I got myself back into the game and scored the winning touchdown.
come between you and an empire.
Still doing nickel-and-dime gangster stuff.
You say something about lasagna?
He lets me stay here whenever I'm in Metropolis.