Gun Page #6

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And that is a f***ing promise!

I told you to wait. F***!

Are you f***ing with me?

I told you, you were moving too fast,

but you wouldn't f***ing listen to me.

Don't even try to bullshit me, Angel.

He knows sh*t.

I don't know how, he just does.

- Now, they moved...

- When are you seeing him again?

I'll know when I know.

Well, your time is running the f*** out.

Yeah, well, f*** you too.

- What's poppin', kid?

- Hey, man.

Who was you talking to?

Oh, just some dumb c*nt.

- It seemed like some heavy sh*t.

- Yeah, well...

Well, you look like sh*t.

You need to be on your A-game tonight.

This is what we've been waiting for.

Welcome to the gun show.

Dante will pick you up first. Cool?

Cool. Hey, man, I'm... I'm straight.

I got your back.

I know you got my back.

To the team.

We're in position.

We've got movement on the perimeter.

Copy that.

They're moving in from the south side.

This is my boss, Sam Boedecker.

- A pleasure to finally meet you, Rich.

- A pleasure.

Gabriella here has told me

you're one of a kind.

Oh, I am your guy.

And I plan on this being the beginning

of a long and lucrative relationship, sir.

Well, between the Mexican drug wars

and the ongoing turban strife,

I'm sure there won't be

a shortage of business.

You can trust that I have the contacts

to move whatever goods you have.

And I have the firepower

to enforce my will on the streets.

Remember, discretion is survival.

But mercy is weakness.

And collateral damage

is just the price of power.

So, do you have my donation?

It's all there.

You have my Christmas gift?

All there.

Now, there's no need to check.

All the material is there, just as promised.

But feel free, if you want.

No disrespect,

but I'd rather take a look myself.

Be my guest. Show the man what we got.

Wow! Oh, sh*t.

Wow.

I didn't even know they made these

in automatic.

Armor-piercing,

highly explosive incendiary rounds.

You gonna be my new best friend, Sam.

Give this man his money.

That's it. That's the signal.

Go! Now! Now! Now!

Sh*t!

Oh, sh*t. Come on!

You want some, motherf***er?

Hey, yo! Let's go!

I lost visual on the suspect.

Copy.

Let's get the f*** outta here.

Oh, sh*t! Sh*t, no.

Saving my ass just like old times.

What the f***?

You a f***ing rat?

The cocktail waitress in that massacre,

in the club...

- She was my...

- This is over some p*ssy?

She was my wife.

You gonna shoot me?

Don't act like you ain't got

your share of widows, man.

Everybody you shot was somebody's son,

somebody's brother, somebody's father.

- You innocent?

- Shut up, Rich.

- You're just like me, man.

- Shut up!

Man, put the motherfucking gun down.

Well, go ahead.

Go ahead, shoot me!

Ain't nobody gonna miss me.

I ain't got nobody.

You ain't got nobody.

We all we got.

You just like me, Angel.

- You just like me.

- I'm not like you.

You wanna be something different now?

I'm not like you.

You motherf***er!

Come get some!

Come get some! Yeah?

You shot me.

I got a little girl.

That's all I got.

You took her mom away from her.

Do it.

Do it!

You think...

You think you're different from me.

You're a f***ing killer too, Angel.

I'm not like you, Rich.

Well, I'll see you again in hell,

motherf***er.

Detective Rogers, do you have any comment

on Sam Boedecker's plea-bargain agreement?

Please get out of my way.

Detective, can the streets

of Detroit feel safer now...

that Rich Taylor's ring

has been disbanded?

- No comment.

- Are the rumors that you're resigning true?

- I said, "Get out of my way"!

- Detective.

- Detective, please.

- Detective. Detective.

Detective! Detective!

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll use the Colt,

the Taurus or the Ruger

I'll pop some through ya

Dirty is what I'll do ya

I'll, I'll use the Sig, the pump

or the German Luger

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll use the Colt,

the Taurus or the Ruger

I'll pop some through ya

Dirty is what I'll do ya

I'll, I'll use the Sig, the pump

or the German Luger

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll bang out

I, I, I'll bang out

Find out sh*t is real

when I'm at you with that thang out

'Cause all kind of commotion

when a nigga get blast on

The spot he get his cash on

Let off with no mask on

P*ssy, your heart pumpin'

But your brain gone

Leave somethin' sweet

I snatch the heat

And get the flame goin'

I stuff two different caliber shells

in my revolver

38 and 32 long ones

You got a problem.

Start me, I'll never stop

I'm layin' at your mama's spot

Squeeze till the llama hot

I'll have your ass in drama op

I cause havoc

if you come in my vicinity

Motherfuck the police

Officer Rick the enemy

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll use the Colt,

the Taurus or the Ruger

I'll pop some through ya

Dirty is what I'll do ya

I'll, I'll use the Sig, the pump

or the German Luger

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll use the Colt,

the Taurus or the Ruger

I'll pop some through ya

Dirty is what I'll do ya

I'll, I'll use the Sig, the pump

or the German Luger

It's been deeper than rap

I eat sh*t, go to sleep with my gat

It's us three against the industry

Let's kick it like that

Click-clack, get your goons

F*** all the talkin'

Niggas yappin' about who dress the best

Get 'em Gucci coffins,

Louis tombstones

Bullets hurt

Come around you, fool

And my shorty's takin'jewels home

Follow 'em, then hollow 'em

Take two these and goggle 'em

You ride with 'em

You die with 'em

Chances of survival thin

The sharks is out, you divin' in?

Dare you niggas try to swim

There's no odds, I gotta win

Wobble 'em with the whop-whop

Shaky background

You're probably with the cops

You ain't street, you need to stop

I breathe the hood, I be the block

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll use the Colt,

the Taurus or the Ruger

I'll pop some through ya

Dirty is what I'll do ya

I'll, I'll use the Sig, the pump

or the German Luger

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll use the Colt,

the Taurus or the Ruger

I'll pop some through ya

Dirty is what I'll do ya

I'll, I'll use the Sig, the pump

or the German Luger

Yeah

Niggas want to kill me

I'm gettin' money for God sakes

That Purple Urkle f***ed Phelps up

with cornflakes

Kick in the door, man

Big 44, man

Mortician morgue man

Fill you with straws, man.

Black President, I voted for Obama

Yeah

It's really not complicated

I mean, don't complicate it

When I get you off the floor

You and I'll be fornicatin'

You know you want to come with me

Come on, girl, come with me

You want to have fun with me

Come on, girl, come with me

Right now if you take it off

Right now I'll break you off

I'll be nice and hard

And if you play your part

Baby, you should be nice and soft

Work till your drippin' wet

Every time I come correct

Yeah, every time I come correct

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