Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fuck you, and fuck him.
Yo, you got to a lot of heart...
What, you think this supposed to get played some other way?
All right, it ain't good and.... Follow through.
Shut up.
We checked on those chemicals.
See, nigger, ain't that what the fuck I just said?
so folding one investigation into the other makes sense.
We lose them sons of bitches all the time.
Look, business has been slow, package ain't turned around yet.
Same fuck-ups in the same shit detail...
I don't know, but it's never the same thing twice.
Come here, you sweet bitch.
What do you say, Johnny? What do you say to any question?
Fuck Mike, you know how he be.
Fuck, I need that! I fucking need that!
You know I will!
Good news and bad, Zig.
You sure?
who manufactured the weapon?
All right, then we good. Go and holler at my niggers round back.
Why me?
I'm saying to myself:
I mean, damn, he don't need to know about it all, right?
With all the equipment and container stacks out there...
Not even for you am I a snitch.
Not to me, it doesn't.
I hear you, man, I'm on it.
All right, Death Grip ain't shit?
Fiend badmouthing our shit, saying Death Grip ain't all that.
Nicky, it ain't my fault, all right? It ain't.
You can leave a message.
Fuck you!
He said he talked to you. He said it's triple-rate for every can.
We think she's linked to the dead girls found in the container at Patapsco.
that you're still having problems on our behalf.
He said you can reach him here at this number.
How come it didn't go nowhere?
I'm asking why you would choose me after what happened last go around.
Dee, they gonna be there for us.
-This particular house-- -Is my aunt Treesey's.
But fuck it. Who we chasing?
When they got no more use for you, that family shit disappears.
Because if I caught him once...