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we all cousins here...

but if you ruin it

for the rest of us, I'm gonna kill you.

- What up, G?

- I got ten bucks.

- Get you two bottle, homes.

- It's good stuff, right?

You tried all the rest;

now try the best.

Are you sure? I mean,

you know it for a fact, right?

Bust it, you don't like it,

you come back.

Jake give you back

your ten dollars,

send you on your way.

Just don't be comin'

back here again, understand

what I'm sayin'?

No way five dollars, man.

Last time I bought from Jake,

I was illin'.

That stuff be stupid cut, man.

Jake should throw me a freebie,

and just on principle.

Yo, Consuelo,

this is the dope.

Live kickin' jumbo crack.

You don't like it...

bum rush Stringbean

or Howard or Lenny.

Then you be ill on that

stupid baking soda, word.

What you got for me there,

little buddy? What's the deal?

Five dollars a pop.

Tell you what.

I'll throw you 20 bucks for five.

What do ya say, homes?

Five times five is 25.

Five dollars a pop, man.

Look, maybe I better talk

to Jake myself, you know?

You know you don't be talkin'

to Jake. You know that.

Look, you tell Jake that

I'll suck his dick good, okay?

You tell him

I'll suck him off real nice.

Damn, you know Jake down

with them fine b*tches.

Why he want that from you?

All right, listen,

how about you and me, baby?

We get in that car, I'll suck

your sweet little dick for ten bucks.

Get out of my face, b*tch.

Okay, how about

I let you f*** me?

Okay? I let you bang

this good thing if you just

ask Jake to talk to me--

Get out of here!

Go over to Lenny.

He be likin' them no-tooth,

old b*tches like you!

Yo, man,

we outta here, n*gger.

No, man,

Kermit ain't showed up yet.

Let me tell ya, that n*gger

set his watch for yesterday,

the motherf***er still late.

- Yeah, word up.

- I got them b*tches waiting, G.

And you said you gonna

be with me, right?

Come on, man.

You're makin'me look bad, man.

Let me tell you somethin'.

That n*gger, Kermit,

he is skied. You hear me?

That motherf***er is gone.

- You stand here waitin',

you trippin' worse than he is.

- Um,Jake, I gotta--

- N*gger owe me $50.

- That's what I'm talking about.

- That's twice his money

he ain't showin', G.

- Yeah, he owe me $50.

- Yo, I hear you, man. Come on.

- Word up.

Look, man, look, look.

Motherf***er still ain't comin', man.

Oh, you don't think so?

Let me tell you somethin'.

N*gger don't show up

with my money,

I'm gonna dead him.

- I'm your boy, man,

why you beefin' with me?

- Yeah, okay.

I'm gonna grease that

motherf***er like Sunday bacon!

I'm gonna cold drop

that motherf***er!

I'm gonna drop him, man!

I'm gonna cold drop him!

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