Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You cocksuckers.

What you looking at?

Then you'll see there's no need to get all fucking dramatic out here!

-Why are you on him? -My father-in-law hates his guts.

this Jamaican cat who got the strip off Gay Street.

You need to get over to the southeastern today.

That's cans, containers, coming off the ship, and others going back on.

Then change up the name.

Grand jury summons.

I'll show you how it's done, homes.

Look, see this little box right here?

When that ship sails, and there ain't no problems...

and he stood smiling like this shit is funny.

They're playing us.

They say a police is only as good as his informants.

Of course, otherwise, you operate at a loss...

So you really gonna go up there on your own time?

That's the listing, yes.

Where are we at with the Jane Does?

And this nigger Roberto is on the shelf to us right now.

The voucher says $150.

Security deposit and some furniture over at Littlepages.

I'm in the tower now, working the lanes.

About that other business, the chemicals....

and then I can get $700 more by the end of the week.

Unless, of course, you find a suspect.

Colonel, respectfully, did you just fuck me over...

I mean, it's getting hard to hold onto the Towers...

We stomping niggers over bullshit, man.

I'm guessing you got enough shame from the last time...

I'm not saying I don't want it.

It ain't funny.

You could marry one of them, make her an American housewife.

If you have a large share of the market, you can buy up the competition.

Who wants a dime's worth of fucking chemicals?

Do you copy, 12-08?

I'm looking at two tubes of the harbor tunnel...

as a .380 semi-automatic.

Stringer says so, anyhow.

You and my uncle talk?

Three ROIROs, four containers.