Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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