While back, I took a stroll through the pit, I saw that kid we got running things down there, Poot. Now, he got the cell phone I gave him for the business, right there on his hip. But, the nigga got another cell phone that only rang when the p***y called. Now, if this no-count nigga got two cell phones, how the f*** you gonna sell any more of them motherf***ers? That’s market saturation.
That’s good. That’s like a 40-degree day. Ain’t nobody got nothing to say about a 40-degree day. 50? Bring a smile to your face. 60? S***, niggas is damn near barbecuing on that motherf***er. Go down to 20, niggas get they bitch on. Get they blood complaining. But 40? Nobody give a f*** about 40. Nobody remember 40, and y’all niggas is giving me way too many 40-degree days. What the f***?
You know, Avon, you gotta think about what we got in this game for, man. Huh? Was it the rep? Was it so our names could ring out on some f***ing ghetto streetcorners, man? Naw, man. There’s games beyond the f***ing game.
This here game is more than the rep you carry, the corner you hold. You gotta be fierce, I know that. But more than that, you gotta show some flex. Give and take on both sides.[to Bodie]
The thing is, no matter what we call heroin, it’s gonna get sold. The s*** is strong, we’re gonna sell it. The s*** is weak, we’re gonna sell twice as much. You know why? ‘Cause a fiend, he’s gonna chase that s*** no matter what.[to D’Angelo]