What the f*** you know about what I need on my mind, motherf***er? My name was on the street? When we bounce from this s*** here, y’all gonna go down on them corners, let the people know. Word did not get back to me. Let them know Marlo step to any motherf***er. Omar, Barksdale, whoever. My name is my name![to Chris]
It ain’t about what happened, you understand? It’s about using what happened to our advantage. Play or you gonna get played.[to D’Angelo]
A life, Jimmy, you know what that is? It’s the s*** that happens while you’re waiting for moments that never come.
You lying motherf***er, you’re as full of s*** as I am. And you’ve got to live with it and play it out for as long as it goes, right? Trapped in the same lie. Only difference is, I know why I did it. But f*** if I can figure out where it gets you in the end. But, hey, I ain’t part of your tribe.
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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.
We’ve been here so f***ing long that you’re starting to look good to me.[to Carver, during extended surveillance detail]
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***?