Poetic Justice
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:15:03
What do you think?
:15:05
You need to get your ass some
breath mints. Crazy black bitches.

:15:10
Get your ass out of here.
:15:12
I don't know
why I f uck with these hoes.

:15:15
Here, man.
:15:18
Don't smoke it.
Take a stamp too.

:15:21
God bless you, brother.
Bless you, man!

:15:25
I'm not f ucking with 101st no more.
:15:27
I told that lady about them dogs.
She wants her mail, she gets it herself.

:15:33
Did you not once consider
using your Mace?

:15:37
Mace? That's like Binaca to rottweilers.
Y'all don't pay me enough!

:15:42
-You're saying you don't want your job?
-Here you go.

:15:48
Fucked his nose up.
:15:51
Right in the middle, man.
Just like Robin Hood.

:15:54
Y'all wanna get your asses to work
bef ore you get fired?

:15:58
-What's up, sergeant?
-What's happening?

:16:00
-I can't call it.
-I'm calling it.

:16:03
They trippin'. Put two more buddhaheads
on the mail carrier bef ore me.

:16:08
-Again?
-Got me sorting mail with Mexicans.

:16:11
Chicago, why you talking
about Mexicans? I'll kick your ass.

:16:15
Tell you what, you better quit
smoking that shit at lunch.

:16:18
At least we got our own country.
:16:20
Then why the f uck y'all
keep sneaking out?

:16:24
That shit is f unny, right?
:16:29
Basketball-playing motherf uckers.
:16:34
-I'm going to Oaktown. You wanna go?
-Yeah.

:16:37
-You gonna bring a yamp?
-Here you go. You gonna bring a yamp?

:16:41
-I got mine, man.
-Yamps. What the f uck is a "yamp"?

:16:45
A young tramp. Now, do you mind?
:16:48
Don't worry about
what the players is talking about.

:16:52
Go have your yamps, corn bread,
ham hocks and whatever else you eat.

:16:58
-Get out of here.
-Get the ZIP codes right.


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