goddamnit! how many times i told you --
that you stole off those white boys was down here last night? are you crazy? everybody from hell to breakfast heard that screamin' on blackstone last night!
how many times i told you, no psycho shit. there gonna be psycho shit, i'm the one that does it.
you gon tell me you didn't ginsu those punks and steal their ride?
get that car the hell away from here, now! i spend a lot of money to keep the cops cool. but this is the kinda shit that pisses everybody off.
no more thoughts from your asses. or i will burn your asses and snort the ashes. hear me?
i ain't killed nobody. shall i rack 'em? play a game, lupe?
you was just doing your job.
yeah, we used to do the after-school b ball at kenwood. what it is?
you got a nice crib here.
but things change. you gotta think ahead.
besides, there's more money to be made in the gin than the juice. what do anybody want with numbers anyway?
it ain't the money - it's the high. the big fat floating 'what if?' and it's way more profitable. nobody ever wins. so you never have to pay out.
yeah, but i ain't talking horse. i'm talking about a five-dollar kick in the head that's a quick ticket to heaven. and the fools keep coming back for more.
ain't no big thang. it's just a po' man's free base. here, check it out.
just try it.
go on. it won't kill you.
it's like this, jimmy. there's a wave coming. a big ass krakatoa, east of java wave. and either you gonna be on top of the wave up there in chocolate heaven, or you gonna be buried 'neath the muddy undertow.
fine. let's go, loopy-lou. jimmy ain't into it. gonna skip the money train and take the bus. his loss.
just try it, jimmy. that's all.
ain't worth it, blood. just drop it. and kick it here.
what it is? what it will be, muthafucka.
you boys been hitting the pipe?
then how'd you hear it, fool?
maybe i oughta open a couple holes in that head and let all them voices out. you'll feel better, i promise.
i told you not to lie to me. now what the hell happened?
shutup, bitch. now what, he just said to tell you what? he was back? who was back?
bones? what the fuck is that supposed to mean? get the fuck out of here. both of you, 'fore you hear my voice up in yo' head.
bones, my ass. ". if you don't believe he's laid to rest. you count the holes in his motherfucking chest"
that's it, baby. gimme the rolling bass and i'll tickle your tweeter all night long.
c'mon, baby!
bitch. nobody walks out on eddie mack.
muthafucka!
c'mon. i take you all on.
what the?
who's there?
bones? jimmy bones? that you? you're dead. i killed you and i stuck your dead ass in a hole in the ground wrapped in nothing but your bitch's bloody rags. now i'll count the holes in your muthafuckin' chest. and i'll add a few more.