Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Hell, no, that was for this one. -What's up here?
You say they're using some kind of code?
And when you're not happy, they ain't gettin' paid. You feel me?
Six intercepts so far, and five aren't working numbers?
I'm gonna slide up through here.
Dumb-ass, you gotta be in some pussy to get it, all right?
Not much fighting this time. You getting tired, asshole?
Them the niggers that you strike off your list.
What's up, baby, talk that shit now.
See, I don't want to play it that way.
No mention of Dee in either file.
Are they sure?
-Yeah, well. -What, you ain't getting it like that?
Casings from all three killings go to a .45, probably Colt Classic.
-Can we get that one, over there? -It's Friday night...
How long have you been here? You gotta give the medication...
An invitation.
Oh, shit!
On your own time?
The girl who called in on Kresson.
and ask you for an advance and shit, when they flat-ass broke.
these little yos in the projects wouldn't be able to follow along.
For chrissakes, Elena, I'm their father. You think I'd let 'em sleep on the floor?
You ain't gotta worry about that.
Right now, whoever did our girl...
-They hung up without saying. -They hung up without saying?
He's in the squad room.
them Eastside chumps, they ain't nothing like Avon's people.
-Get the fuck out of here, man. -I'm coming home, right?
But that nigger that stay eatin'...
Yeah, some chicken pieces and some fries.
A wire there will get us the drugs.
The one you just brought me, Bunk. Casing in that girl shot up in Northeast.
We having one of our little parlays like this, got to keep it clean, right?
a man like that, not me, but a man like that, he just might call her a cunt.
Bubs.
Saying, if you were gonna use that you would've been done using it by now.
'Cause you know, your uncle and me...
How complex a code can it be if these knuckleheads are using it?
You need a trash bag. Fuck that.
Also, Homicide picked up one Saturday night. Might be one of ours.
All right.
That's one thing about Kima, she put a hurtin' on you like a man.
I don't want to go to no dance unless I can rub some tit.
Well, I've never seen
These mopes are using a code to cover their calls?
you know what I'm saying, like, hard as you try...
You out there running the street with the players?
Ain't nobody coming.
Why?
And a shotgun.
Naw, man, I'm just a nigger with a plan, that all.
I ain't taking no charge. You ain't putting me back in no cage.
Damn, man, in that case use a big-ass condom, all right?
-That's him. -That's who?