Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

F*ck it, let me quit this game and go to [TRADE SCHOOL]

-Yeah? -Knocked a couple of niggers out.

You ain't the only one your uncle keeps close.

ordering drinks, acting like he was king of everything.

Yeah, boring, ain't we?

Most of 'em laid up somewhere, gettin' high and shit.

Early bird catches the worm, dog.

Tell you something, man...

you'd have had that casing months ago, right?

I appreciate your honesty.

-You like your dinner? -Yeah.

Whole lot of dead trees behind this nonsense.

You work, you get paid.

All right, this gonna be so easy...

I'd have come past sooner, but I been on kinda like a mission.

No, I did not call her that.

I told him to give it up or I'm taking him out of the count.

I guess you know now why I wear the stripes in the family.

Excuse me, Orlando, can you help me down here, please?

that's the nigger I want to hear about. Understand?

Check city assessments to see who owns the club.

For the crumbs.

Family is what counts, family is what it's about.

-It's okay, man, all right. -Here you are.

Now, take the seven and jump it over the five.

I'll tell you what. You holler at the boy Scar.

Or, if you think there's some cats in there who got game...

-That shrimp was right. -Yeah, it was good, right?

And for you, sir? Very good.

-Made that nigger's night. -Yeah, he deserved it, though.

and kiss the man's ring. Because...

It's all part of the game, right?

You lay it in wrong, everything on top falls.

This sub beats chink-ass Golis' by a mile

-A mission? -Yeah. Them hoppers that beat you down...

That might be your goals for the season but I clock that shit in minutes.

Naw, they gonna buck a little, but they not gonna walk.