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DROOP: Yeah, can I get that, uh,
I'm the alligator man. Okay?
* Oh, no, oh, no... *
This is my house.
ANITA: Please don't hurt me!
(grunts)
The vibes here are just so intense.
Nigga, I'm not crazy.
WILLY: I'm not talking to these sons of bitches about nothing,
* Fuck a beat, I was tryin' to beat a case... *
You better get rid of that gun, nigga. (laughs)
The person who owns this house
* Who gon' die today? *
Who? Coach? Yeah.
won't be no gator. All right?
This ain't that.
(sighs): He's crazy.
-I knew it. -You mother...
(Anita screams)
* Oh, no, blo, blo, blo, hot head, oh, no *
* Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, oh, no. *
No. She don't live here.
they're gonna get your ass on a whole lot of other shit.
so we can get out of here. It's four cops
-Tra... Blow. Blow it. -DROOP: Ah, here you go right here.
* You're in love *
* Damn, did he just run off with your shit? *
!!
You lying-ass bitch.
What up?
That's the alligator man.
on the phone, but kidnapping is a felony,
One's easier than the other.
It's Earn.
$60.85. Please drive around to the window.
-Did it walk out the door? -YVONNE: I don't know.
How's Willy?
Fulton County has no problem
What the hell is wrong with you?
Cool.
Yeah. You told me to help him.
You-you staying here?
-I'll be back. -Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Yup.
If there's gonna be a shootout, I need to get out of here.
No one knows his true identity,
No.
He too good to come see me now on his own? He DMX now?
Well, where, pray tell, is it, then, Yvonne?
Willy.
All right, I'll catch you.
* Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo *
Oh, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet.
Nigga lame. He want to be somebody so bad.