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1:27:01
You're actin'
like a little bitch
right now, man.

1:27:04
They ain't gonna hear that.
The music's playin'.

1:27:07
Excuse me, partner.
That was a fuckin'
ghetto knock I just did.

1:27:11
I'll show you how to knock
on a door.
What you doin'? Stop.

1:27:14
Yeah. Rub that shit.
[Banging On Door]

1:27:18
- Mmm.
- I hear something.

1:27:22
[Banging Continues]
Fuckin' shit!

1:27:26
Gotta do everything
around here. Shit!

1:27:31
Ruining my flow.
1:27:34
- Mmm, right there.
- Hey, you lover boys,
you hear that shit?

1:27:39
Motherfucker,
you better stop.

1:27:42
They gonna think
we the police in there.
It gets results.

1:27:47
- What the fuck do you want?
- We came to borrow some sugar.

1:27:53
Does this look like
a fuckin' 7-11 to you, homes?

1:27:56
Do you see the red dot
on my forehead, my friend?

1:27:58
Do you see an A. T.M.
in the corner
that doesn't work?

1:28:02
Do you? No, you don't.
So fuck you, my friend.

1:28:05
Get the fuck outta here,
Day-Day. You too, Slim Shady.

1:28:09
No problem. We gone.
Hold on a second.

1:28:14
Hey, man, you ran over
my skateboard.

1:28:18
I don't appreciate that,
all right?

1:28:21
Uh, that's that bullshit,
man. It ain't...

1:28:44
I got your message.
Where's Craig?

1:28:46
"Message"? I ain't sent you
no damn message.

1:28:50
You didn't call the sandwich
joint with an urgent message?
Hell, no, Willie.

1:28:55
You startin' to think
like a dog.

1:28:57
You leave them fleas and ticks
suckin on your old-ass brain.


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