Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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