how 'bout six-figures for this fool? how 'bout that love?
naw baby, they heard about that triad hit, the work ya'll put in and they recognize the skills. and this ain't no tryout, tap-dance "show us your shit" thing neither-- if ya'll want this then i'mma go git it for 'ya.
s'way it works girl. ya'll done dirt, ya'll peeled some serious caps. word travels.
no, no, no, y'gotta go in and get him, pull'm out of wherever he at, forget all that other shit, that's just f'flavor. i'm still getting lil' bits'a this-n-that from this cat padiche, the man contacting me. right now, what we got-- --is a number and a name. buddy israel.
he said that the shit could get hot, could get heavy. i said good. 'cuz i got two of the hottest, heaviest bitches alive.
"soot, lazlo soot." lotta folks want this white boy clapped. soot could be workin' for one 'em.
nobody really certain where he come from.
and when he moves on somebody, they the last ones t'see it comin'--
--lake tahoe.
forty-five apiece for you two, ten percent finders fee for me.
right mafuck'n now girl. fast as we can get you there. we wait any longer, someone goin' dead this fool.
so everything's cool then?