Criminal Activities Page #6

that redhead chick

from Lakeview.

Give him

the f***ing tickets, man.

Man, f*** no!

Mastiff is pitching!

All right, we'll tell

him that if he don't

back off, then you'll

break his elbows.

Man, I can't do that man,

he's still my brother in-law.

Besides, the nigga so

dumb, he sh*t in his own hat.

By the third drink he

forgot his own name.

Look, man, he can't

open up his mouth,

because if he do, I

spend now until eternity

in Lawyer Land.

Ah, sh*t, man.

Hey, Marques,

what would you do?

First off, I wouldn't

be stupid enough

to cheat on my wife.

And then advertise that sh*t to

half the f***ing neighborhood.

Nigga.

You might as well

have posted fliers.

Aight, I'll be the

grown-up and say

what's on all y'all niggas

minds at this table.

You all mouth, Lamont.

That's your problem.

And we can't afford

to be havin'

no soft-ass niggas

in this crew.

In case you gentlemen

have forgotten,

that is the protocol

to our industry.

You wanna climb the

corporate ladder?

Keep you mouth-

f***in' mouth shut!

And, unfortunately,

we got a zero-tolerance

policy, my nigga.

Lamont, I'm just

f***in' wit' you.

You cold, man!

Cold, man!

Hey, this stall's

taken, motherf***er.

Get him!

Grab his f***ing arm!

F*** off!

F*** off!

Grab the f***er's arm!

Hit him!

Hit him!

Man, go check on Marques!

Nah, man, f*** that, you go.

Marques!

One of y'all motherfuckers go!

Hurry up, hurry up!

Open up!

All right, he's in, he's in.

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Go you f***ing idiot!

Jesus Christ!

Christ! Do you know how

to f***ing drive!

It's a junky piece of sh*t!

Are you f***ing hit?

Go, go!

Go, go, go!

Jesus Christ!

Jesus, get the f***

off my foot!

We're taking this car too fast!

Who in the heck was that?

I don't know.

Whoever it was,

they were professionals.

Jesus Christ, Coleman.

My bad!

Guys?

Guys!

What the hell is this?

That's on a

need-to-know basis.

Right now you don't

need to know sh*t.

Who the f*** are you?

Don't worry

about all that, Marques.

This'll all be over in 24 hours,

as long as you behave.

Behave?

You got a set of stones,

I'll give you that.

Where the f*** am I?

It's like an old warehouse.

And artists live, work,

subsidize rental arrangement,

my company has the listing.

Shut up!

You're a f***ing

real estate agent?

No, no.

Don't get stupid!

Hey, hey, be easy,

I'm just trying

to get comfortable here.

Just put the-

Oh, for f***'s sake,

is that my gun?

I mean, it's bad enough

I get jacked by the local

neighborhood watch,

but now you're gonna

point my own f***ing

pistol at me?

Being that it's

yours, we certainly

don't have to remind

you that it's loaded.

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