Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I stay over on Dolphin Street.

- This ain't a trick, shitbird! - Look, we grind, and y'all try to stop it.

Parole Commission's not gonna walk him on his first trip to the plate.

Something Prez said.

That boy had a killer left.

And the fact that you tried to slither into your work space undetected...

- What the hell was that? - Tired of the bullshit.

Fuck it. By now, for all you know, he's got all that downtown real estate.

You do your dirt, nobody's gonna bother you.

Well, you're just gonna have to wait.

This is it, right here.

Crowd parts like the Red Sea, victim's on the ground, bleeding all over the place...

You got another tip, maybe?

I need to know this isn't going to be a thing between you and me.

- We each give you $10. - $20 if you fuck her.

Ain't nobody gonna do his nephew.

Those things work.

I can't show you any paper.

You just let him go, how you gonna discriminate?

The motherfuckers do learn.

Look, come on, man.

- Actually, they are. - You made a bet.

People were spitting mad, and I can't say I blame them.

That's how we do.

Tommy's known her ever since law school.

then I don't wanna have to deal with this no more.

We told you to get yourselves down to the free zone, didn't we?

I see it every day.

I had Prez pull the B and B property assessments...

I thought they were buying it to flip it...

Your cheesecake.

You'll wake up and realize you're making a mistake.

Couple of white guys at the table, too, nobody I read.

Boy they called Pooh Bear, chubby fellow with braids.

in what feels like a drug rip up in Pimlico.

What's wrong with my fucking phone? Shit.

This isn't about ankle straps in a two-and-a-half star hotel, is it?

Do you know how it feels to be alone out here?

That's some bullshit.

And dull. In a good way.

Respect, dawg, respect. Y'all don't know who y'all talking to, man.

Was I very loud last night?

It's good that you came.

- For how long you been uptown? - 10 years.

- Better we put a foot in your ass? - At least we'd understand it.

- who want the same things that you... - Okay, Mrs. Roosevelt.

Everytime I see a B58

Because the alumni dinner ended an hour ago and I could be back in DC right now...

You guys fucking brain-dead? What do you say?

The fun is over.

Peanut Butter and Jelly.

He's a boss. Fuck the bosses.

Shit, I had to try something.

Nope, got someplace to be.

We roll up and we get out of the car.