Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yup.
so we can get out of here. It's four cops
It's Earn.
I'm the alligator man. Okay?
No. She don't live here.
$60.85. Please drive around to the window.
No.
What the hell is wrong with you?
(Anita screams)
* Fuck a beat, I was tryin' to beat a case... *
ANITA: Please don't hurt me!
-Tra... Blow. Blow it. -DROOP: Ah, here you go right here.
DROOP: Yeah, can I get that, uh,
WILLY: I'm not talking to these sons of bitches about nothing,
* Oh, no, blo, blo, blo, hot head, oh, no *
Fulton County has no problem
How's Willy?
they're gonna get your ass on a whole lot of other shit.
* Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, oh, no. *
Yeah. You told me to help him.
Nigga lame. He want to be somebody so bad.
* You're in love *
He too good to come see me now on his own? He DMX now?
Well, where, pray tell, is it, then, Yvonne?
* Damn, did he just run off with your shit? *
The vibes here are just so intense.
* Who gon' die today? *
You-you staying here?
You better get rid of that gun, nigga. (laughs)
All right, I'll catch you.
No one knows his true identity,
What up?
If there's gonna be a shootout, I need to get out of here.
Cool.
-I'll be back. -Wait, wait, wait, wait.
The person who owns this house
Willy.
That's the alligator man.
Who? Coach? Yeah.
-Did it walk out the door? -YVONNE: I don't know.
* Oh, no, oh, no... *
(grunts)
You lying-ass bitch.
(sighs): He's crazy.
One's easier than the other.
Nigga, I'm not crazy.
Oh, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet.
!!
won't be no gator. All right?
* Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo *
This is my house.
-I knew it. -You mother...
on the phone, but kidnapping is a felony,
This ain't that.