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Mom, you're not gonna get

any more complaints. That's it.

Get out of my office.

- I love you.

- Get out of my office!

- Man, this is some bullshit.

- You scared?

- Who?

- You.

I ain't scared of nobody.

When this motherf***er wake up,

he gotta get the f*** out of here.

You're gonna laugh about it.

You can get the f*** out of here right now.

I'm not going nowhere. I done paid

a couple of bills up in this b*tch.

Y'all motherfuckers need to learn

how to earn your keep around here.

Hell, yeah, I'm tired of being the only

motherf***er get the jobs around here.

Try to make it so

three motherfuckers could eat.

We can't even pay the rent.

Yeah, we pretty much

done did everything there is...

I mean, if you're running a store,

all you can get is a G?

Then you gotta try to

split that sh*t three ways.

And, look, I'm sorry. I think my life is worth

more than $300, you know what I'm saying?

I mean,

the way y'all motherfuckers out here now,

we run up on these drug dealers,

it's too dangerous,

- 'cause y'all say my name so much.

- I got it, Guch!

I hear Guch, Guch, Guch, Guch, Guch,

Guch, Guch.

Let's play a game, man. Guch.

Hey, yo, my man. Elevator work?

Well, sometimes.

Ain't this about a b*tch?

- Hey, daddy.

- Yeah!

Hey, catch me.

What? What?

You gotta be kidding me.

The elevator works?

Yeah, man, sometimes.

You can't f*** with me.

You can't f*** with me.

I'll punch that little tight-ass T-shirt

off of you.

Who the man now? Who the man now?

Hold that. Yeah. Hold that.

- Go, go, go, go, go.

- I'm on your ass, boy.

I'm on your ass, boy. Hold this.

Package for Gonzales!

Lazy motherfuckers.

Yo!

What the f*** you knocking

like the police for, man?

Package for Gonzales.

Yeah.

It's heavy.

I'm gonna need you to sign.

If you can sign right there, it'll be great.

You know you smell like weed, right?

Mmm-hmm.

All right, bro.

No, I got my hands full.

Leo, you get anything today?

- Nope.

- You're sure?

Yep.

Son of a b*tch.

What's up? Nothing?

Maybe it's just late.

It'll probably just come tomorrow.

Yeah. And who the hell

is gonna sign for it tomorrow? Not me.

The Feds are probably all over that sh*t.

You know, I can't believe

you gave them this address.

You wasn't here. He just called up

and he asked for an address. I didn't know.

Exactly.

"I don't know." That's what you say.

He probably didn't even send it,

and you're here spazzing out for no reason.

I know he did.

He gave me the tracking number

and everything. It's right here.

Call him and have him track it.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

I don't wanna make him nervous.

You track it.

Come on, baby, I need you to do this.

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