Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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