Poetic Justice
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:18:03
I wanted to tell you something.
Remember Little D? Little Derek?

:18:07
-D-Dog f rom up there?
-Yesterday, he got his ass capped out.

:18:11
-Popped his ass out, straight twisted.
-Gone?

:18:16
But we gonna get the f ools
that got him.

:18:19
-Ain't no thing but a chicken wing.
-Yeah.

:18:23
-See you.
-All right. Peace.

:18:26
-Yeah, peace.
-There won't be no peace today.

:18:29
Get you a motherf ucking
tune-up, nigga.

:18:38
There he is.
Mr. Postman working motherf ucker here.

:18:43
-Don't start. What's up, Bone?
-What's up?

:18:46
-Shit. I can't call it.
-How you feeling?

:18:50
-Tired than a motherf ucker.
-Tired, huh?

:18:54
This ain't none of that chronic,
but you can use some of this Thai bud.

:18:57
They checking my piss at work.
I can't f uck with it.

:19:01
That's a terrible thing.
:19:08
How you doing, Ms. Jackson?
:19:18
-She can't stand me with a passion.
-She hates your ass.

:19:23
So, what's up?
You here to check up on Keisha?

:19:26
I'm gonna give Angel money
to buy her clothes.

:19:30
Now, you know motherf ucking well
you ain't gotta give her money.

:19:35
I'll take her to the swap meet, Fox
Hills Mall, get her whatever she needs.

:19:39
No. You ain't got to do that.
:19:43
-What you mean?
-lt's my daughter. I can handle it.

:19:47
What did I tell you about this change?
Do I look like Las Vegas?

:19:51
-Do I look like a slot machine?
-lt's all I got.

:19:54
Get your punk ass up out of here
and don't do that shit no more.


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