Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dumb-ass, you gotta be in some pussy to get it, all right?
Why?
How long have you been here? You gotta give the medication...
These mopes are using a code to cover their calls?
a man like that, not me, but a man like that, he just might call her a cunt.
Saying, if you were gonna use that you would've been done using it by now.
Damn, man, in that case use a big-ass condom, all right?
I don't want to go to no dance unless I can rub some tit.
-Yeah, well. -What, you ain't getting it like that?
And when you're not happy, they ain't gettin' paid. You feel me?
Six intercepts so far, and five aren't working numbers?
Naw, man, I'm just a nigger with a plan, that all.
you know what I'm saying, like, hard as you try...
The one you just brought me, Bunk. Casing in that girl shot up in Northeast.
An invitation.
Oh, shit!
We having one of our little parlays like this, got to keep it clean, right?
Also, Homicide picked up one Saturday night. Might be one of ours.
Them the niggers that you strike off your list.
Right now, whoever did our girl...
Yeah, some chicken pieces and some fries.
Casings from all three killings go to a .45, probably Colt Classic.
How complex a code can it be if these knuckleheads are using it?
You ain't gotta worry about that.
these little yos in the projects wouldn't be able to follow along.
For chrissakes, Elena, I'm their father. You think I'd let 'em sleep on the floor?
-Get the fuck out of here, man. -I'm coming home, right?
Well, I've never seen
A wire there will get us the drugs.
I'm gonna slide up through here.
I ain't taking no charge. You ain't putting me back in no cage.
You say they're using some kind of code?
See, I don't want to play it that way.
-Hell, no, that was for this one. -What's up here?
Ain't nobody coming.
-Can we get that one, over there? -It's Friday night...
All right.
The girl who called in on Kresson.
No mention of Dee in either file.
He's in the squad room.
them Eastside chumps, they ain't nothing like Avon's people.
-That's him. -That's who?
That's one thing about Kima, she put a hurtin' on you like a man.
On your own time?
and ask you for an advance and shit, when they flat-ass broke.
And a shotgun.
But that nigger that stay eatin'...
You out there running the street with the players?
Are they sure?
You need a trash bag. Fuck that.
'Cause you know, your uncle and me...
Bubs.
What's up, baby, talk that shit now.
-They hung up without saying. -They hung up without saying?
Not much fighting this time. You getting tired, asshole?