Poetic Justice
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:43:00
Damn, she got feet. Shit.
:43:03
Get up, Chicago.
Shit. He's leaving her.

:43:07
You better get up
and check your f riend.

:43:10
-Lucky, stop the truck.
-What's up?

:43:12
Man, f uck that bitch.
Think she God's gift to a nigga.

:43:17
Fuck her. Her ass can walk.
:43:21
J, come on.
:43:24
Where you gonna go?
We out in the middle of nowhere.

:43:29
Ain't you kind of hot out there?
:43:32
Lucky said he'd apologize.
:43:38
Justice.
:43:42
She get kind of stubborn sometimes.
:43:46
Can you stop the truck?
:43:53
Why you letting him
upset you like this?

:43:57
Girl, you know he trippin'
because he like you.

:44:00
I know you ain't gonna let no nigga
make you walk all the way to Oakland.

:44:06
J, come on.
:44:13
Man, just chill, all right?
:44:18
If you want to, we can call
the homeys if it's all that.

:44:24
-They still gonna f uck you up.
-Get your ass in the truck.

:44:28
-Shut up, Chicago!
-Frankly, my dear, I don't give a f uck.

:44:36
"They still gonna f uck you up."
:44:39
You drive, nigga.
:44:52
Good, now I can get my drink on.
:44:55
Put 20 on f our.
Don't get too much liquor.


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