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I'm just tryin' to picture Mr. Jefferson

hustlin' on these streets.

I've seen you roll up in the black Saab

with the gold BBS's, man.

I said, "Damn, this dickety-stick

is really makin' this money.

He's really makin' money, man,"

you understand?

Listen, hey.

It ain't just about the money.

It's not.

You know what it's about, man?

It's about f***in' those skeezers

like that right there,

It's about drivin' these fly-ass cars,

And it's definitely about never dressin'

like a nigga like you, man.

Okay, man.

Come on, man. Let's go be stars

up in this joint, all right?

Yeah, baby!

Dance it up, y'all!

Go on and get out there

and move it!

Come on!

Come on!

Yeah! This is all about boogie.

We boogie nonstop.

We at the top.

We got it goin' on.

A'ight, here we go.

- What's up? What's up, man?

- Hey, hey.

Hey, my man!

Ladies' lookin' good --

Yeah!

Mitch was a real star.

See, when the lights caught him,

he always looked good.

Yo, my man, Mitch, in the house!

Yeah! Lookin' good, King!

I see you!

A'ight, here we go!

And Mitch got love from everybody.

I mean, everybody.

What are you doing?

Go to sleep, little man.

Lucky, you're up.

You workin' today?

You know, don't call me "Lucky," Ma.

Been a long time since

I found food stamps

or something like that.

Now, don't forget when you

picked that $700--

Ma, that was when I was 12-years-old,

you know what I'm sayin'?

I'm grown now, and there ain't

a whole lot lucky to do with me

getting up and goin' to work right now,

So, I don't wanna be called "Lucky."

Thanks, Mom.

All right, baby.

Guess your sister got to get

a better man now.

Boy just got busted by the cops.

He was dealing right in front

of your building.

Didn't I tell you?

Can't do sh*t with that cash now

except hire a lawyer.

- Did you see it?

- Nah.

I heard about it on the way over here.

Cops must've been watching

his dumb ass.

Yo, chief, you seen Calvin?

Nah, he got locked up.

Yo, takin' his place?

Never mind.

Yo, yo, yo, yo,

yo, yo, yo.

Hold on one second, man.

What, um--

What you lookin' for?

Just one.

A'ight.

F***, B.

One.

You ain't got

no bottle?

What? Bottle?

What you need

a bottle for, man?

Plastic bottle,

whatever?

Damn, this is a

big-ass rock, B.

Mmm!

All this for a hundred?

Man, this is better than Calvin's stuff.

Word up.

Yo, I could hook up

with you later, right?

Nah, man, I'm across the street.

The building across the street.

All right, G.

Peace out.

You know what this is?

Yeah. It's coke.

Yes, but that's a kilo of coke.

How much is it worth?

$25,000.

- Damn.

- No "damn."

Damn, that's damn good, okay?

A'ight, I'm sayin'--

The sh*t on the street is garbage.

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