Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Me? -Yeah.
They sent that Greek mess over as email.
screaming loud enough to wake the nuns.
We can't make the vehicle from here, but you sure can.
So your boy needs to think long and hard on this.
-Where's my Harper's? -Say what?
No, dawg.
Only, he won't take contract money.
-I don't think he'll come back to this detail. -You never know.
You don't know that one, chief. But you know "malaka, " yes?
We'll ID him, no problem.
Yo, man, we run them off, we run off the good dope so....
Can I change something?
It ain't about that, kiddo.
Port make a man do crazy shit, I'm telling you.
while the Westside do sherry?
-Raids? Tonight? -You got somewhere to drop the kids off?
Did you see that? They just threw the phones.
Trust me, soon as our good shit run out, they fucked.
Keeps it off the books, so he don't have to pay taxes and benefits.
It was my fucking ass out there on the line. Mine.
You know what the most dangerous thing in America is, right?
We're trying to get onto the Boss Man's text messaging.
a copper-jacketed, hollow point...
Yeah, shit is good.
I want you to extend to these motherfuckers...
Damn, Zig, I ain't got it cut yet.
-Get your gear. I'm pulling you. -I got.... There's work....