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