:10:01
Not the whole thing.
:10:11
(Groans)
:10:14
Yo, Rodney.
Can't take it much longer, man.
:10:18
I'm tellin' you.
:10:23
Maybe you won't have to
take it much longer.
:10:53
(Rodney ) You know who that is?
(Strike ) That's Darryl.
:10:56
That's Darryl Adams, the thief.
That's who that is.
:11:00
He's stealin' from me.
:11:02
Layin' back in the cut, passin'
some baggies and rakin' in the dough.
:11:06
Nice indoors work, huh, Darryl?.
Clean, safe.
:11:10
You got this clown
in there sellin' ounces?
:11:13
Why him? What's up with me?
:11:14
Cos you like my son, man.
:11:18
Strike, my son.
:11:20
If I'm so much your son, why my black
ass always on them benches?
:11:23
I need you to be
where I need you to be.
:11:26
Had this dream last night.
:11:29
I'm standin' in the desert
with all my kids.
:11:32
My for-real kids,
my kids from the store.
:11:35
They's all laid out in front
of me like they's my army.
:11:40
God comes up, points at you.
:11:43
Tells me, "This one right here is
gonna be your sword and your staff."
:11:50
God, man. God said that.
:11:52
He pointed right at you.
:11:55
Darryl Adams wasn't even in
the motherfuckin' dream,
:11:58
cos that boy's a thief,
and he got to be got.