Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nothing like a few property forfeitures to swell the departmental operation budget.
But Diedre went with Avon?
Overkill for a burn bag...
-Kresson? -Diedre Kresson, right, yeah.
Get your monkey ass up.
It was me that put me there.
You know, I've been 13 years on the shelf. I ain't bitched.
You lay it in right, you can build on it.
Can I use your cell phone?
School's out.
Be a little slow, be a little late. Just once.
That be the trap right there, homes.
we get all dressed up, right?
You wrap up this thing with Narcotics in two weeks.
You wanna give it a rest, man? You down $60.
Naw, I don't wanna use this phone. We used this phone yesterday.
And when that money run out, they'll come up to you and roll on you...
-Someone named Ligget. It's in the report. -It's Toreen Boyd, Roland Leggett.
but for me...
This sub beats chink-ass golis' by a mile
a three again...
No, man.
You know, where you gotta find the hidden words?
It ain't what I'm talking about. It's about where we.... Come on, you know.
Shit, Bubbles know Bird.
What the hell?
You shoulda pushed him, Dee.
And you him, ain't you?
I know.
Diedre was playing with scary people.
'Course, you might be all that when it comes to thumpin' on niggers...
-I beeped you too. -You all right, Prez?
until payday, 'cause you know, right now, we some broke-ass niggers, man.
you're not gonna have any more surprises, you feel me?
Flag House projects. Eastside.
Lookit, our buddy.
And that was the last time you spoke with her?
with all of this, man.
-What? -Open up fresh territory.
-You rang? -Omar's ride.