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Shit, who keeps score?

it's a Barksdale joint, man.

Now, why would...

Right. And the minute I name a guy, you're gonna be like...

Keep your incident numbers sequential or it's gonna be a stone mess tomorrow.

"He had much love for me...

This is a hard one for anybody to understand.

So, we're coming in.

Who's my dawg? Who's my baby?

He turned cur on me, man.

The short one with the Coke-bottle glasses.

Hey, little fella. Come here.

And yet here I am, still standing.

You made sixteen.

I mean, check it out, right?

- It's cool. - Okay.

Close my eyes, see him laying there all bloody and shit.

- What's up? - Done, now the guy.

They still doing morning shape-ups down at the market?

Give me one of those.

'Cause you called this meeting here.

But, so now, who you gonna do for them?

Made their First Communion together at St. Leo's.

are suspended in the Western District.

So what's this I hear about the gun?

I got to say, you really showed me something on this.

Thanks. Thank you.

This her brother, Earl, from the V.A. Hospital. He's supposed to stay with her.

Shorty, I don't know you.

Improper disposal of an animal. Discharging a firearm in city limits.

Five fucking years.

Man, we just walk up, we gonna bump.

They'd open themselves to all kinds of flaunting.

he got shot last night trying to buy...

No, it's the same. Just turn it sideways on your head.

Yo, what you paying now, $37,000, $38,000?

A great moment of civic compromise.

the poor man's lounge.

There's a war going on.

Gather yourself, nigga.

- One thing comes to mind. - Shoot.

- Oh, shit, is Peanut dead? - No, he's okay.