Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You shoulda pushed him, Dee.
You wrap up this thing with Narcotics in two weeks.
-You rang? -Omar's ride.
until payday, 'cause you know, right now, we some broke-ass niggers, man.
And that was the last time you spoke with her?
You know, where you gotta find the hidden words?
Flag House projects. Eastside.
we get all dressed up, right?
I know.
Overkill for a burn bag...
Diedre was playing with scary people.
-I beeped you too. -You all right, Prez?
-Someone named Ligget. It's in the report. -It's Toreen Boyd, Roland Leggett.
Naw, I don't wanna use this phone. We used this phone yesterday.
-What? -Open up fresh territory.
This sub beats chink-ass golis' by a mile
It ain't what I'm talking about. It's about where we.... Come on, you know.
Get your monkey ass up.
You lay it in right, you can build on it.
You wanna give it a rest, man? You down $60.
Be a little slow, be a little late. Just once.
'Course, you might be all that when it comes to thumpin' on niggers...
with all of this, man.
Can I use your cell phone?
It was me that put me there.
But Diedre went with Avon?
No, man.
Lookit, our buddy.
And when that money run out, they'll come up to you and roll on you...
you're not gonna have any more surprises, you feel me?
-Kresson? -Diedre Kresson, right, yeah.
a three again...
And you him, ain't you?
Nothing like a few property forfeitures to swell the departmental operation budget.
What the hell?
Shit, Bubbles know Bird.
School's out.
That be the trap right there, homes.
You know, I've been 13 years on the shelf. I ain't bitched.
but for me...