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- What the fuck y'all niggas get into last night man?
I was calling this nigga,
this nigga don't never answer his fucking phone bro.
It was skeet bro, that shit.
- For real? - Slap it man.
That what you saying?
I had it going as you do so you know?
- You ain't getting no hoes up in that bitch though.
- Man I'm faithful why you always on that bullshit?
That's why a nigga can't get it with you man.
I can't get get with y'all...
You gotta try man, you gotta try man.
Hello.
Yeah we down here bro.
Hey man y'all get on 'em niggas man.
Niggas ain't moving.
- Nigga fuck you nigga. - Niggas ain't moving
stop blowing the horn at me bro.
It's over with.
Yeah bitch.
Excuse me miss.
Do you have a second?
No disrespect rather,
but I don't want any pies or cakes.
Huh, miss we're not selling anything.
I'm Detective Clark, this is Detective Joe.
We need to ask you a few questions
about Jasmine King's murder.
- I don't know nothing about no Jasmine King.
Now if that's it I must go.
- Ma'am, if you remember anything think of anything
here's my card.
Don't hesitate, give us a call okay?
Okay.
What's up Sabrina?
Hey Mike.
Have a seat.
What's new?
- I ran into David Garrison on my way to lunch,
and he had quite a bit of info to offer.
Excuse me sir, you dropped something.
Sabrina?
David?
Haven't seen you in a while.
How has everything been going?
A nightmare, a total fucking nightmare.
Why do you say that?
For starters, me living on a daily basis
not knowing what the FBI gonna do about my indictment
on top of me knowing the truth
about the Jasmine King situation.
What do you mean the truth?
Sabrina, if I tell you this
this got to stay just between you and I.
David, you have my word.
I know everything that took place
leading up until and during the murder.
I also know that Ricky played a huge part
in a lot of unsolved homicides,
but by me being up under indictment.
my testimony is not credible.
David, we will do everything we can
to support you in this case.
- Look it's good to see you but I gotta go.
- I will do all I can to help him get through this,
but first, I need him to agree to testify
in regards to the Jasmine case,
and then we can discuss his case, over a few drinks.
Got a package for you.
For me?
I didn't order anything.
Is this you?
Yes, but let me look here...
Have a nice day.
You too.
That soft ass nigga over there
thinks he's untouchable cause Pablo's fucking with him.
Hey man fuck both of them niggas man.
Nigga Pablo played his hand's fucked up anyway.
I swear if I weren't to touching down
I'd down both of them bitch ass niggas.
- Hey man don't jeopardize your freedom for nobody nigga
just tell me the word man I'm on both of their heads.
Hey get the fuck out the way.
Get the fuck out
get the fuck the out the way.
Yeah no doubt man.
Get the fuck out of here nigga.
Put your hands behind your back.
What the fuck I do?
Put your hands behind your back.
What the fuck I do?
Hands behind your mother fucking back
Man what the fuck I do?
- What's up man? I seen the way he's looking at you.
What's that all about?
You.
Fuck you mean by that?
- Man he ain't respect I squashed her bitch men
once I found out who you really was.
- Look here man you still don't know who the fuck I am.
- Man your mama told me everything about you.
I find that shit hard to believe.
But anyway man, tell me something.
How did you and my mother even get together?
It's a long story.
Shit I ain't got nothing but time.
Look bro this is how it all started man.
One,
one two
one one two
one
Hey, focus young champ
handout man down.
My bad coach
- Look you'll have plenty of time to chase your own tail.
Stay focused man come on
one, one two
time you just want some water man.
Give me three rounds of that jab bro
and be back and resume tomorrow.
Stay focused.
Let me get that head gear
Chad.
Hey Chad
Yes sir
Let me holla at you for a minute.
I need you to run a couple of errands for me.
There's two packages in here,
I need you to take one to Mr B's
and the other one to the tenant trap.
What about this cash?
That's for your pocket?
All right.
- I found his shoe box in your mother fucking room.
Mom why were you in my room?
- What the fuck do you mean why me I'm in your room?
Where the fuck you get this mother fucking money from?
- From Mr. Z, he paid me to run errands for him
Oh hell no!
You got me fucked up
that's the biggest drug dealer in Cleve
You got to pack your shit
and go live with your motherfucker father.
'Cause you weren't even about to go down that path.
But my motherfucking ass
you bout got to get your shit
and get the fuck up out of here.
'Cause this ain't day.
Nah, you can leave this right here.
Go get your shit.
Florida I win.
Y'all hear me, your clothes count.
Get out your mind go finish your story.
Alright, for sure man.
Yeah
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