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F***ing Feds. F***ing Feds.

But anyway, he got 10 b*tches. Ten.

Damn. How did he get 10?

Who knows?

Brody, probably hit somebody.

That's why I got you rolling with me.

I don't trust those clown-ass boys for sh*t.

Hey, man, you know, I got your back.

School's out. Recess is over.

Your boy don't play.

- I like that.

- Yeah.

Oh! B, I had to let him go, man.

He was knocking my hustle.

I had to put family to the side for a minute.

Fire his ass.

You really, really got to watch him

'cause his crew just like him.

All they do is hunt down hustlers.

That's why I got this vest on.

Sh*t.

Wish you'd told me earlier.

I'd have worn mine

in case anybody wanna act stupid.

Remember Deuce?

Deuce, Deuce.

- Big timer, West Philly.

- Yeah.

- Remember him?

- Yeah.

They got him.

They did that?

Yo! Yo! Motherfuckers.

Better come in here and help me up, man.

I'm not f***ing playing...

Shut the f*** up! Shut the f*** up!

Yo, you don't gotta be killing him.

Yo, Guch, he keeps

popping the tape off with his mouth.

- Knock him out!

- Yeah.

Oh!

It's like that?

Hold up, dawg. Hold on. Hold on.

Oh, sh*t!

Run your motherfucking mouth now, b*tch.

You run your...

What you doing?

What you do, man?

I told you to knock him out.

I thought you said cut it out.

The real f***ed up thing about

it was it was Deuce's own cousin Guch,

Brody's thieving ass boy.

- Yo, what you doing?

- I'm laying them out.

That's a good idea.

That way if they want to rob our asses

they ain't gotta look all over for the sh*t.

They can just...

He's my cousin. Lighten up.

He's not gonna rob.

I don't give a f*** if it's your cousin.

That's what my cousin said.

Stop f***ing around, man.

Hide them.

Leave one of the motherfuckers out.

They can look at one of them,

tell if it's good or not, right?

Damn. When they come with the money,

they can see the rest of them.

All right, man, I hear you.

Open the door.

- What's up?

- My patience. What took you so long?

- I had to take a sh*t.

- That's what that smell is.

Guch, this is my cousin, Shavoo.

Shavoo, this is Guch.

What's up, man? And you are?

Thirsty.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

So, yeah, get my man something to drink.

So,

what was your name again?

You got any beer?

Yeah. See if there's some beer

in there for him.

I got your name. Your name's Shavoo.

- But I didn't get your name. Your name is...

- My name.

And yours is Goosh. Right?

- Guch.

- Guch. Nice to meet you, Guch.

I said cheeseburgers and onion rings.

Cousin, what the f*** is this?

Don't worry about this, man.

You gotta excuse my man here.

He be riding all night. It's cool.

Look like he need to ride his ass to bed.

That's his bed that he sat on.

- You want this chair right here?

- I don't want sh*t.

I wanna stand right here

and get down to business.

- Where the b*tches at?

- I got one b*tch right here for you.

Got something I can...

My man.

Yeah. That's good sh*t.

You got 10 of these, cousin?

- I got nine of them like that.

- Yeah?

- Mmm-hmm. Make a nun get naked.

- Where they at, cousin?

Got them right here. Right here.

Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas.

Boom!

Boom!

Yo, Bro,

where'd you cop these jones from?

Man, we got some Puerto Ricans coming...

Look, f*** where it's from.

We need to talk about where it's going.

'Cause they're leaving

out of this motherf***er today.

Now, y'all can f*** around if y'all want

and pass up the deal of a lifetime,

or y'all can stop bullshitting

and start talking about the money.

I got people I can call,

make them come get...

F*** them!

I'm your man.

Now you're talking.

How much you want for them, Guch?

Well, I know y'all probably

- copping these like 23, 24.

- Right.

So if you'll buy all these,

I'll give you 20 apiece.

Twenty apiece?

Come on, you kind of high, Sosa.

Real high.

Me and my boy, we make a run

in New York, get two for less than that.

Hopefully, y'all make it back.

Ain't no risk here. This is no risk.

Ain't no risk here. Know mean?

How many cats you know in this city

who cop 10 from the door?

I barely know any, so I know you don't.

Check it out.

Let me take these jones off your hands.

All profit. You know what I mean. All profit.

You give them to me for 15, I'll flip it.

Put 150 grand in your pocket today.

- Today?

- F*** that! Matter of fact, two hours.

Man...

All right.

- Just be cool, man.

- What's up?

What the f*** is the deal?

No, 15. Fifteen sounds good.

That sounds like a deal.

- We'll take 15.

- Except

y'all gotta be back here in two hours.

- Two hours, Shavoo.

- Done.

Yo, what y'all doing, man?

What you doing?

Drop this sh*t off,

I'll be right back with your money.

Hell, no!

What we look like? Boo-hoo the fool?

It's right here. When y'all get right back,

then y'all can get it.

What are you talking about?

You ain't got to worry.

It'll be sitting here right for you.

Y'all come back for the b*tches later.

Don't worry about it.

They'll be here when you get back.

- Shavoo.

- All right. Cool.

- And...

- Yeah, same here.

It's been real. Two hours.

All right, Voo.

That's what's up.

So what you think?

I think we about to come up

like a motherf***er.

You know how much sh*t

I can make in there?

I ain't seen some jones that good since,

what, '92, '93.

I'm getting that new Cadillac.

I'm gonna have crushed velvet seats in.

I'm gonna keep that incense in it.

Everybody gonna wanna ride with me,

and I'm gonna say, " Nope.

"You wasn't f***ing with me

when I ain't had no money."

Yes!

I'm gonna be clean in a b*tch.

Now you know

what we gotta do next, right?

- Storage.

- Storage.

- Damn! What took you so long?

- The stupid phone is what took me so long.

- So what did he say?

- It kept saying...

This is not

a valid tracking number.

Say your tracking number...

...one character at a time...

Baby, f*** all that! Did you track it or not?

- 1V9...

- This is not a valid tracking number.

- Yo. No! No, I couldn't track it.

- Why not?

That's what I'm trying to tell you, Jess.

It kept cutting me off.

It wouldn't let me say all the numbers.

- Tracking number, one character...

- lf you shut up, I could finish.

All this time? What were you doing?

No! Not five, nine. Nine, you stupid b*tch!

Tracking it!

Qu?

- Tracking it?

- Yes. Tracking it.

What is that? Garlic? Hmm?

That sh*t was good.

You got something to eat, didn't you?

Didn't you?

Yes, Jess, I got something to eat.

So what? I was hungry.

You shouldn't have spit on my food.

See, I give you one simple thing to do,

and you even f*** that up!

The phone didn't work. That is not my fault.

Yeah. Whatever, man. It's never your fault.

- Hello?

- Jess.

Hola, Bodega.

- You got it, right?

- No, it ain't come yet.

- What do you mean it ain't come?

- It ain't come yet.

What the f*** you mean it ain't come yet?

I just tracked it right now.

It says it was delivered a few hours ago.

- What? It ain't come here.

- Mmm-mmm.

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