Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- All right, you good. Hook me up. - Yeah, all right.
Thanks.
Damn, man, I miss this crib already.
You know, just dream with me.
they say, "Stryker...
All right, I'll tell him. Oh, and that other thing?
- Money? - Yeah, this is business.
- Surprised I called? - A little.
All I know is that from a public health perspective...
- It's gonna be a nickel, at least. - Come on, man.
You like, "Yo, that white boy ain't gonna jump over that counter...
without turning everything upside down.
- I suppose we could stand here all night. - Suppose we could.
Omar listening.
and they gonna make a substantial contribution...
Look, I can't make no promises.
Federals, all of that.
Go on home, soldier. You done for the day.
Why are you really down here, Councilman?
how can they say we're not a law and order administration?
Your man then set up a meet at Butchie's bar.
Red tops over here. Come get them, come get them.
And you know I don't want my fucking name and face on no damn wall.
- Lester's raising Daniels. - McNulty's calling Pearlman.
I ain't talking about pistols. I'm talking about mini TEC-9s...
OMAR LISTENIN'
- Bottle rockets, got them bottle rockets. - So, this is about you making a mark?
You ever actually meet the man?
that is required for command.
- CF-something-something. - Yeah, cell frequency identification device.
"and start burying black folk?"
Triggerfish. For cell numbers.
- Come on, Justin. - Let's go, Justin.
Shit.
- I'm trying to reach Major Colvin. - I'm sorry, but he's on vacation.
Yes, but...
So all you gotta do is just hit him with the parole backup.
then he prays like hell.
somebody asked old man Stryker...
away from your administration.
See him go through all that for $10,000?
This used to be one of my worst corners.
All you gotta do is add water.
I got some shit I gotta do on the site tomorrow.
who engaged me in the purpose of holding your Towers.
- That nigga need to be got. - Shit, String, murder ain't no thing.
Stay the fuck there, man.
coming to and from our boy, Bell...
- All right. - All right.
at least for as long as I was physically able.
toss everyone into wagons.
What y'all niggers want, man? Huh? Money?
Excel and Windows XP
And, Councilman, you owe me.
That's far enough. Drop your laundry and turn slowly.
'Cause if it is, man, I can be a better friend to y'all alive.