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We had that conversation.

That was betwixt us.

Hey, man, how many heads

did you cut this month, L?

One and a half. You don't count the half

'cause the dude

ain't have no neckbones.

Hell, you the only employed

unemployed motherf***er I know.

What up?

What up, man?

How many heads you got in front of me?

I got two, man.

Hold my spot. I'll be back.

I ain't know they let Rasheed out, dawg!

-Let him out two weeks ago.

-What?

You ever wonder why

they always let the grimiest negroes

out at summertime?

Summer recess.

Watch what I tell you. Duke will be out

before the summer ends.

But did y'all see how the nigga

was creeping in here, though?

Yo, Ra's the illest stickup kid

on the block, B.

Nel, you better watch your shop, man.

That nigga right there, he gone.

He touched.

Hey, let me tell you something, fam,

I'm a grown-ass man,

and that right there is some straight ass

juvenile delinquent bullshit.

If you play AAA ball,

don't step into Yankee Stadium, right?

-That's what's up. That's gangster.

-You a OG for real, right?

Crazy, man.

Oh, Tone, what I told you about bringing

that raggedy-ass cart in my shop, man?

Oh, come on now, youngblood.

Fixing to hook you up.

Oh, sh*t.

Let me show you something. Come on.

I got some stuff here for everybody,

on sale.

On sale. Check this out.

This one here is a Hoover classic.

Your sweeping days is over, Rover.

This thing here can sweep up

every motherfucking thing in sight.

And I'm gonna let everybody,

anybody who wants it,

I'm gonna let you have it, today, for $50.

Get the f*** out of here.

Come on, man.

You know, I was just messing with you.

Give me $5, I'm gonna show you how...

Watch out!

-Fam, come on, man.

-Check this out.

Oh, man.

-You're messing my floor...

-All right, I'm sorry.

Listen here, listen here, I'll go

and get it fixed and I'll be right back.

No, don't come right back.

Get the f*** out.

Just get out of here, man.

-Get it out! Get it out!

-All right, all right.

I'm out of here.

Oh, Ms. Germaine.

Hey, hey. How you doing?

Oh, CJ. How are you doing?

I'm doing good.

Let me help you with these bags.

Oh, no. Thank you, CJ.

I ain't want to trouble you.

Trust me. It's no trouble at all.

-Come on.

-All right.

-Okay, Ms. Germaine.

-Oh, thank you so much.

-God bless you.

-No problem.

By the way, Ms. Germaine,

you're looking real good.

Y'all hanging out there today.

-It is hot. Hot as fish grease out there.

-Yo, C.

What the f***?

What's up, mate.

Trying to sneak up on me and sh*t.

-How's it going? Yo, this jersey is fire.

-Chilling, man.

Come on, man.

You're wrinkling the sh*t.

-Sh*t dropped like two weeks ago.

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