Five-O Page #4

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wait five hours

on no nigga man come on.

We ain't even gotta wait that.

Why the

f*** you take off Phillip?

I was scared.

Shut your b*tch ass up

you weren't scared of sh*t.

Should shoot yo ass,

making me do all

that damn runnin'.

What the f*** you

got in that bag?

Ain't sh*t in the bag.

Ain't sh*t in there?

Check that bag Len,

you better hope

we find something

if we don't they

gonna find yo ass.

Woo lean.

Yeah?

Pills too.

Sh*t.

And a little lean?

You got lean and pills?

This my sh*t mother f***er.

Man this sh*t with

a crooked ass cop.

What the f*** you just say?

You putting dirt on my

mother f***in' name?

Put your mother f***in'

face on the ground.

Put it on the ground!

Hey man not here not here.

Don't do that here.

Let's go.

Boy you lucky

I don't blow your

mother f***in' brains out.

Here go some dirt since you like

putting that sh*t on my name.

Mother f***er.

Hey man what's up though?

Shoot man.

Dang look he

firing up the que.

Look at the sausage though

he burnt the sausages.

That's 'cause he don't

know what the f*** he doing

man I ain't ever seen this

nigga on no grill man.

I can man sometimes boy.

Whatever nigga,

hey that little movie was dope.

Man I ain't even

see that sh*t.

What?

Man I got in there

she done got to

blowing your mans down

something crazy.

Hey that b*tch

look like she'll

blow a nigga down didn't she?

Yeah for sure.

She's one of them.

Hey.

So what's that problem?

Y'all went in there

and got that cash?

Hell yeah, what the f***?

Hey, and his ass made us

catch him had me pissed dog.

Cut it out man I

know your slow ass

ain't chasing nobody.

Nah he ain't catch nobody man

I had to catch him.

No you know he caught him,

he be jumping gates and

sh*t I ain't with all that

extra sh*t.

Hey but I did make

that nigga speak dirt

on my name.

Yeah that nigga got

to talkin' crazy.

Yeah.

Hey, but them pills in.

Yeah?

Yeah, what I tell you?

Bust 'em open.

Okay.

Check 'em out.

Dang.

Yeah nigga.

And it's 10,000 them b*tches,

we need 100 a jar.

Got you.

And your boy's got the lean?

Hell yeah Dilly,

and that's that eccy nigga,

that sh*t goin' for

the high right now

so don't try to play

us nigga look up.

I got y'all.

Hey, hey,

hey why they put

it in baby bottles?

Man shut the f*** up man.

Nah man I know why.

Why?

To measure it.

All right, nigga know

a little somethin',

all right man, yeah,

cuz, them pills stat my nigga.

Don't sell them b*tches

around here you hear me?

For real, you sell them

b*tches around here

they gonna know they got took,

them b*tches want 'em

confiscated by no cops.

Do not sell them

b*tches around here man.

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