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a lying-ass nigga.

F*** him and f*** you, too!

Shut your f***ing... If you touch

me, I will f***ing shoot you.

Stay where you are.

I don't give a f*** about

both you motherfuckers.

I'm ready to die today.

F*** y'all.

This can go one of

several ways right now.

It is all about your attitude.

F*** you! I got my mail!

I helped him!

I helped him give me my mail!

I'm getting tired of this sh*t!

All right. I'm not

playing with y'all.

Sir,

if you've been drinking,

you need to stay

the f*** inside

and not intimidate

the mailman. That's it.

F*** you! You

need to shut the f*** up!

'Cause without that badge

and gun, you ain't sh*t.

Yeah? You're less than

motherfucking nothing.

You motherfucking, border-hopping...

Oh, yeah?

...donkey-riding,

Mexican motherf***er.

Is that so? You want to

find out what I'm about?

Show me! Yeah, I wanna see!

F***.

Let's settle this right here

like grown men, motherf***er!

Not again, man.

What'd you say? You wanna take a fade?

You want to fight me?

Yeah, I want to fight you.

Let's go, bro.

I whoop your punk ass, you gonna

get the f*** up out of my crib?

Hell, no. But you

called me out, bro!

Now I'm calling you out!

What's up?

You whoop my ass,

I'll put them motherfucking

handcuffs on my motherfucking self.

- And that's on the set.

- Door.

It's gonna be

a pleasure beating

your b*tch ass.

My f***ing fantasy.

I don't know who the f*** you

think you're f***ing with,

but I love this sh*t. Beatin'

a motherfucking punk-ass

- police-ass like yours.

- Keep talking, bro.

Let's get this

sh*t popping, motherf***er.

Sh*t.

This sh*t's crazy!

F***ing kick his ass!

Come on! Come on, Z! Z!

Yo, Z! Z! Z!

Now get the f*** up.

You like that?

This ain't no wrassling match.

You all right? You all right?

You all right?

Come on!

Oh, sh*t!

Come on, man!

That's what happens when

you f*** with the police.

Yeah, come on. Take him! Take him!

Take him! Take him!

F*** you,

border-hopping motherf***er!

Ooh!

F***ing did that sh*t.

You all right?

Give me the hooks.

What's up, putos?

It's big bad Wicked from

Curbside Gang Locos.

You ready for this sh*t?

F***, yeah. I was born

to f***ing do this sh*t.

Show these motherfuckers

whose barrio this is.

You almost

ran the light, stupid.

You're gonna get

us pulled over, La.

F*** that sh*t.

I gotta f***ing be at work.

You better not bust out wasting

my motherfucking time, homie,

I'm gonna tell you

that sh*t right now.

Hey, La La, when you

gonna f*** the homeboy?

I'm not f***ing

the homeboy, dawg.

Yeah, right.

Sh*t, what I look like?

The little f***ing paisa hoochies

you guys f***ing kick it with?

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