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It was my fucking ass out there on the line. Mine.
You know what the most dangerous thing in America is, right?
It ain't about that, kiddo.
Oh yeah. Kids nowadays are way too spoiled.
We'll ID him, no problem.
Did you see that? They just threw the phones.
I want you to extend to these motherfuckers...
So your boy needs to think long and hard on this.
You don't know that one, chief. But you know "malaka, " yes?
We're trying to get onto the Boss Man's text messaging.
We can't make the vehicle from here, but you sure can.
They sent that Greek mess over as email.
Can I change something?
Yo, man, we run them off, we run off the good dope so....
-Raids? Tonight? -You got somewhere to drop the kids off?
a copper-jacketed, hollow point...
Keeps it off the books, so he don't have to pay taxes and benefits.
screaming loud enough to wake the nuns.
Only, he won't take contract money.
-I don't think he'll come back to this detail. -You never know.
No, dawg.
Yeah, shit is good.
Damn, Zig, I ain't got it cut yet.
Trust me, soon as our good shit run out, they fucked.
while the Westside do sherry?
Port make a man do crazy shit, I'm telling you.
-Get your gear. I'm pulling you. -I got.... There's work....
-Where's my Harper's? -Say what?
-Me? -Yeah.