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Me at pd
I'm trying to put them down for real, not for some short-time bit.
-We gotta focus on what's real, here. -All of this shit is real.
Man, how you know? How you know where he been running to?
Broadway market?
Can't recall his name.
Who gonna take the weight for all the shit in the trunk of that car?
Send back Sydnor and Santangelo.
Look at you, talking about your mama like you're still a kid.
Be a man! Stand up like a motherfucking man.
Do she look it?
Spread your legs back more.
Where the fuck is Wallace?
Tatum in every big game. Also don’t talk to me about how many points he scored.
-Now wait a minute-- -My case, back your men off.
Thought you might help us out as to his whereabouts.
I'll give you $10 if you can name a better dog.
Listen, all you need to do is keep your head through the bail hearing.
I wanted to reassure you on that front.
You run into him, you call me.
I thought your little bird told you everything we did...
Give me my shit.
Down his granny house, he says.
There was a time when I was willing to say otherwise...
You know Senator Davis?
-I could give a fuck. -You?
No more.... Get out of here.
If the senator is not involved in anything illegal...
-All right? -How much is it?
this is me, yo, right here.
My man might be thinking of going back to Edmondson...
I heard he damn near shit his pants...
'Cause this shit...
I still didn't get this safe out of here yet, man.
Maybe even some fiber-optics.
-Are you carrying any weapons, sir? -No.
a minute after we did it.
then he doesn't need to worry.
-What about your stripper? -The woman's got heart.
Lester, look, I'm not gonna lie to you. I'm scared of this shit.
the city caucus, the state central committee.
Just say there's been an animal hurt inside the house...
-What up, man? -Same old.
I'm gonna get my own man, all right?