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Look, can you even understand this sh*t?

It's for my ears.

Yes, I understand it.

Yeah, you can understand

that bullshit,

but you can't understand when

I tell you not to-- Ahh.

That's it, that's what I'm talking about.

You hear that?

You hear that?

That's music. That's singing.

There's beauty in singing.

That other sh*t is just talking.

"Yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak.

That's what I'm talking about,

you understand what I'm saying?

That's quality sh*t.

Hello?

Sh*t, nigga, make it easy on yourself.

I don't know.

No, baby, I ain't--

Ain't you sick of giving me your money'?

Oh, sh*t.

Ho-- oh!

- I know he didn't do it, baby.

- Yeah. Hold on one second.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Where you going?

I'm about to go make these drop-offs!

What up, niggas?

Everything all right, man?

That chillin', man?

Everything a'ight?

Are you feeling the joint, baby?

It's that new sh*t, man.

White niggas ain't even got this.

Hey, Boogie!

What's up, nigga?

You feelin' me, man?

It's like a motherfuckin' spaceship, man.

You got the, um...

You feelin' me yet, man'?

You got the gold BBS

on this motherf***er.

What's up, man?

Let me take you for a little spin, man.

Show you what it feel like.

I gotta go make these drop-offs.

You think you're

the only one out here workin', B.?

I gotta make drop-offs, too, B.

Come on, man, get in, man.

I ain't takin' no for an answer, man.

It's the world-famous Brucie B.,

On the mix for my man, Mitch.

You know how we do.

We got the brand-new song,

We coming through town,

we bouncin'.

A'ight, here we go.

It's flavor!

It's my man, Mitch!

I see you, baby. Yeah!

What's up, niggas?

What's happenin'?

Money Mitch.

Aw, so you got that new Saab thing?

Come on, man, you know

I'm out here, man.

- Okay, what's up?

- What's up, B.?

I hope you didn't stop

to disappoint a nigga, man.

I hope that game is still on, man.

I hope we still got that bet, man.

What?

Man, I still hope we got

that $5,000 bet happenin', man.

- What?

- The Knicks, nigga.

- What? What?

- Turn down the boom-ass stereo.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

- We still have 5 G's, nigga?

- 5 G's man.

You gotta stop acting like

you ain't makin' money, man.

Make it $10,000, man.

What's wrong with you?

Nigga, we gettin' more money than you, man,

I got a G.

For every bump on your face, nigga.

Whatever you want, punk.

Hey, what's you laughin' at, man?

You need to put your man on, he look bad.

Tell him to get hit

with an ounce of somethin' somethin'.

Yo, this is my Thursday car.

On Saturday, I'm breakin' out

with something new, all right?

Saturday, report to bridge.

Yo, man, I am the bridge, man.

You report to me, man,

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