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And the shooters who dropped Kima? They're still in the wind.
Kid, you better think.
when he drove down to Franklin Terrace.
He's just a punk, that's all.
You like this crib? I put you in this crib. You like it?
What's that?
-So no more pay phones? -You deaf? I said no phones.
-Anything? -Table scraps.
he shouldn't have been there alone.
And this business with the senator's driver.
You got back-doored, too?
You leaving, you stirred up some shit.
We kept him on the outside.
If that's all you're doing, how is it you have people...
It's over, your wire's cold.
check on a kid we got stashed down there?
You know he talked about the club, at least.
-And we paid him for the lookout. -What y'all need him for?
I don't want this Payless-wearing motherfucker representing me.
I am?
Y'all my niggers, yo.
Yeah, he's looking out for your interests.
Wallace?
I raised that boy, and I raised him right.
Nothing.
-Yeah. -We got something real.
Day-Day.
Is that Avon's money?
how'd those troopers know to pull you over?
AY YO WHITT WHERE’S WALLACE
Where the fuck is Wallace? Where's Wallace, String?
Lieutenant...
That we give a damn about who they are or what they want?
-All right, go get them shits. -How am I gonna talk to my girl?
That's the fucking game.
Put out enough so we can keep hold of them towers.
He was in there changing his fucking clothes.
-$150,000. -$150,000?
Not that you messed up. You did everything right.
Turn around, face the car, put your hands on the roof.
Ronnie, I want you to take that back to whoever's on the hunt...
A lot of people came through that district.
How y'all get the safe in here, and you can't get it out?
You better come out now.
-State's attorney's returning this? -Fast as he can.
Game over. Where the fuck y'all at?
Like Orange Fanta some Shit Like That? Nah These Shits Were Hella Fresh, Fresher than the Fresh Prince
Wire's dead, but we're looking into a bug in the man's nightclub.
Just so there's no misunderstanding...
How I'm gonna reach y'all?
So we got Bird and Bey.
Ask yourself what's out there that can still hurt you.
Keep them.
I got room at my place, she can lay up with me.
Where’s
We're hunting her shooters...
-Anything up? -With me?
Motherfucker, because napkins expensive and shit.
Come on.
Not just the shooters, but the ones who make the dirt happen.