Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Is this a fucking joke?
- Who got you that gig at the club? - You.
Look down the corner.
- I won't testify! - Baby.
How much they pay you, Kearney?
Motherfucker, you got my house fucked up!
Uncle J! Hey.
Hey, son. Hey, yo, you gonna get your ass twisted.
I need a number check.
I guess I'm gonna have to show them what fucking with people's all about.
Chocolate motherfukkin Eddie! Say it! Chocolate Eddie!
Sixty-eight fifty Norstrom Avenue...
Easy with the braids, man.
Throw something else! Throw something else!
Fuck!
- Stay still, please. - Yo, Shaft.
I'll blow his motherfucking brains out.
You got a murder robot factory?
Y'all should make me an associate...
2 sentence, 2 space, 1 love
a minute later the Wade guy comes out.
between Prospect Place and Park Place.
But youuu...
Rasaan, Rasaan, shut up. Here.
Freeze, goddamn it!
Say exactly what I told you, word for word.
My New York peoples, they down like Whoa
Who delivers 10 times out of 10?
You know why we can't find her?
How bout nobirds
Po Po Po Po Power with BEARGLOVE!!!
So this is what I propose.
You got a murder robot factory?
Okay.
- You watch yours, too. - New world order.
- put your hands behind your back. - Shaft, I got one.
Sit in this car and think about this ass-whooping you're gonna get.
How bout no #Coffee! Remove that man.
We're busted!
- Hello. How are you? - Hello, my darling.
Half right then, and half after the disposition of the case. And I said yes.
John Shaft
Freeze mofo before I busy a cap in your dome!
- Yo, get the broad in the fucking car! - Get in the car! Open the door!
Walter Wade, Jr. You big Walter Wade's son?
How bout no work week! Remove that man.
Here. Jump for it, okay? And behave.
it's like he had cake
Eight-ball's 200. A gram's 80. It's all prebagged.
Located and then what?
You got a boat?
- What's my name? - I forgot.
He tried to ignore the guy, but the bastard just wouldn't let up.
They robbed the white boy and they got the money under the seat.
You're fighting over a bit of rubber?
SHIT BLANCO, YOU LOOK LIKE A FUCKING DUCKER HUNTER!
When I say me...
What's up?
#talkaboutcultwhileifinishit
Who you like for GA. Gov.? You're kidding right. You're into politics? Stacy Abrams, Stacy Abrams
They went out the window!
There's a kid that lives up the block about 11 years old named Charles Brian do you know him?, huh? Yeah!
You got that, Tupac? All right?
- That boy, the celebrity, he got mugged. - He what?
It's gonna be a long ride to the precinct.
yeah, fingers are phat.
Luger, hurry the fuck up, man.
- All right. - Okay.
It's a zoo in here. And if I'm working, how can I see anything?
Look, I got fucking mugged.
I know a shitload of games.
Today we find out if I'm your daddy or the German shepherd.
The courthouse, man, that was some rough shit.
Disperse, motherfuckers! Disperse now!
I need to file me an assault charge against my boyfriend.
Looks like the kid got clocked with that.
Talking to himself, like, pacing and cursing.
Come on. Let's get going over there.
My kid's got more indictable shit under his bed.
If it was me, I'd never come back.
Wait a second! You got some dough coming!
Out! Out! Go!
How bout no work week!
Yeah, real funny.
What's my goddamn name!? I don't know!
Look, I was razzing the guy. He couldn't take a joke.
Come on...
I know what this is gonna sound like, but we had no idea.
- And then what happened? - Trey turned the tables on the guy.
You are gone from this precinct.
I mean, obviously.
It's Giuliani time.
Diane?