Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We just cash the damn checks, count the votes, and move on.
He was getting high. I've seen him cop.
I put a battery up her ass...
Shit, everybody waiting on the re-up, but I never made that run before.
Couple of police interrupting me, while I'm trying to get my drink on.
And I don't know those people, and I don't know why they gave.
Dang, boy, Chink Bob's...
We need some re-up, man, we gonna tap out by noon.
Same shit, different file.
All right, then. Hold that pose right there, shorty.
Aren't you better off that we didn't?
Dee put him back on count though.
so we've been ordered to begin sending bodies home.
second number's for muscle.
Sterling's, up on 29th Street? Don't you know nothing?
What she gonna do? Take out a tape and ask Avon to hold the other end?
You's a Hoe Ass Nigga, Man! Can't believe the twisted shit you've motherfukkin done!
I'll get it. A little cream, right?
-Best chili dogs in the city. -No, man, not even.
But it's you they're gonna blame, and you who's gonna do the jolt.
Re-up from where? You niggers ain't heard?
All right.
We filed an amended finance report that shows--
What are you, a boy or a man?
you know, the one that dimed on Omar's bitch.
Catch you later.
and checking up on some of the contributors.
I'm tired of your games.
Yeah, I mean, we all got a lot to protect here.
he gets back from in-service training, he's gonna kiss the stripes...
Iisten to those dead phones...
Because now they know we're for real.
You owe me $10.
There we go. All right.
Dawg, you ain't cornholed no animal for real, did you?
Easy. We're just getting started.
-$15. -Here take $10.
This is Lieutenant Daniels with the Baltimore Department.
Come on, nigger, let's walk.
You want me to write a letter to his mom, too?
You want to talk about dirt? Have at it.
All right, let's see what we got here.
But I got the feeling Barksdale's money has legs.
-Go ahead, Poot. -You're stupid.
It's Like Butter Baby
I can see the tree on the side of them.
Nigga You ain’t shining like me you ain’t built like me, you just a mop head motherfukka who’s shape like a bee Somebody need to Scratch Your Ass cuz nigga you itchin, keep bitchin, what’s up with your Moms in the Kitchen
We're on. No need for an eyeball.
-106th and Park? -The joint is vicious.
Pulling campaign finance reports for every politician...
Boy took me for $10.
Where's Wallace? That's all I want to know.
I gotta go back to Auto tomorrow morning.
Okay, slowly bring your right arm around your back.
We're okay here.