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always, man. At all times.

Hey, none of that sh*t, man.

Man, you might wanna holler at me.

You dumb-ass niggas.

Oh, yeah.

Everybody's chillin'.

- Tommy Tom.

- Yeah, what's up, baby?

- What's up, man?

- Hey, baby.

My streetside negro.

Taking care of the community?

Yes, indeed.

I'm takin' care of you, too.

It's all good.

Yep. You're so damn neat

with your money.

Come on, man.

You know me, man.

Cleanliness is next to godliness.

What's up, little niggas?

How y'all livin'?

You left this in your pants last time.

Do you always return everything

you find in the laundry?

Nah.

I didn't think so.

You find something in there, you keep it.

It's a tip for you.

- This?

- Mm-hmm.

That's nothing for me.

My job brings me plenty.

But you ain't no drug dealer.

I'm not?

Moneymakin' Mitch.

Tell me somethin' good, baby.

- It's all good, Ice.

- I know it is.

Why am I not a drug dealer?

I'm sayin' I don't see you outside.

The way you dress--

You dress nice.

What about your friends?

They dress nice.

Fancy.

- Tuck them laces in, all right?

- All right!

Don't be slackin' on that.

Yeah, he's your right-hand man, now.

- Next week, nigga.

- Makin' that real money.

Yeah, but you-- You dress nice-nice,

you understand?

They dress-- whatever, loud-nice.

Okay. Thank you.

You don't even got a car, do you?

What do I need a car for?

Family movin' up in the business.

I know you gonna look after family.

What family you talking about, Ice?

F***, I look invisible, nigga?

Did I pass the test, compre?

It's not--

It's not a test.

I'm just sayin'.

You like money, right'?

Yeah.

I'm broke, baby.

I ain't got no money.

Bullshit.

I see you shinin', nigga.

I can smell a motherf***er with money.

Even Ray Charles could see

you got money.

Dang.

Look at this nigga.

Little Sonny and his crew,

the future of our nation.

Ain't that a b*tch?

Damn, man.

You got the John Wayne sh*t, man.

F***in' gun all up

in the 007 compartment, man. Damn.

Well, the way you dress, nigga,

you ain't got to worry about those cats.

You'll be invisible up in the club.

Exactly.

Nah, I'm just f***in' with you, bud.

What you doin', man?

What's that?

You tell me, man.

It looks like coke, nigga.

You f*** me up, A.

You never say sh*t, B.

Just come out the blue

with some coke, huh?

Well, to tell you the truth,

I ain't f***in' with coke right now, man.

The sh*t just ain't clickin', B.

You know what you need to do, man?

You need to f*** with that cat

your sister be talkin' to,

that nigga, Calvin, man.

He sells coke.

Nah, I ain't f***in' with that nigga, man.

He's dumb.

- Hey, man, what, man?

- What you mean "what?"

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