Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just accept whatever pictures are on my mind right now.
Done.
Funny day.
You know them niggers is gonna get mad busy over this.
What?
"He was my dawg, man."
Put a murder case or two together...
Been more than a damn year.
Caroline, call Q.R.T. With that 20 and stay on the wire.
They're yours.
All you got to do is name a guy.
Shakedown!
But if bodies keep falling in the Eastern District...
Looks like polka dots. But that's just something you gotta know from experience.
He's like, "Young man, you know where the Poe House is?"
How about a hand job?
One guy, one act, one time.
If we catch up to him, he don't come in alive.
- Do that again. - Do what again?
My man, you don't even get Weezy Jefferson for a hand job.
If there's anything I can help with or any questions you need answered...
You think this boy woke up yesterday morning...
Not if you want His Honor to give you the job permanent.
Detective Norris.
But right now, Stringer's quiet and over on the East side, we got bodies.
- No, the baddest nigga of all time? - Who?
except getting potholes filled.
Come on, sweetheart, just a few more seconds.
Yeah.
So y'all go to the movies.
Three!
Cheese is only a level below Proposition Joe.
Knock it out.
They coming back!
Speaking of muscle, man, you hear from that man I sent you?
Get back to work.
He never talks like that.
You remember how you said...
Fuck the police!
That has to matter.
"Steve McQueen, huh? That's your fantasy?
Dead-ass motherfucker's dead.
all hand-to-hand undercover buys of CDS...
Don't bother.
He'll live.
Sixteen in a month.
Hey, hold on now. This is gonna be good for you, too.
Cars that are shopped for service don't come back for weeks.
- You play the right song... - Hey, Bunk.
at the end of the week.
It ain't nothing but dust and bricks over there now.