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{set in a with muzak playing in the background}
Krayzie aw sh*t. excuse me man, me.
uh, yes sir?
Krayzie could you me where the payphone at in here or somethin'?
Waiter certainly. back by the wine racks.
Krayzie all right, thanks a lot. thank you, you.
Waiter oh, welcome sir.
Krayzie sh*t. it's a classy-ass, m*thaf*ckin' restaraunt. this m*thaf*cker
Got the money, m*thaf*cker.
Sh*t. {pick's up phone, dialtone, in money and dials, it rings.}
His contact
Krayzie yeah,
Contact what's
yeah, I'm in the m*thaf*ckin' spot now, man...
Contact he
Krayzie I don't see nobody yet, but I the nigga'll be here. he got
Reservations.
Contact all right, handle business.
Krayzie I think I see his comin' in right now...
Contact on time.
Krayzie so don't worry about sh*t. I'm a handle nigga, man. this nigga in a
Classy-ass, restaurant;
I know this nigga got the m*thaf*ckin' money. don't about sh*t, I'm a have
It. all
no mercy, nigga.
Krayzie all right. {hangs up
excuse me.
uh, yes ma'am.
Broad I have a reservation. for jones.
Waiter for let me see here for a minute. oh yes, mr. jones called. he
Said, he is late,
But I am to you now.
okay, thank you.
Waiter follow me this way. here you go ma'am. um, you like to start with
Something to drink while you
Broad do you have a
most certainly. coming right up. oh, and uh, here is mr. jones right now.
Hi, mr. how are you this evening?
Mr. jones hey, what's up? up? what's up?
hi, baby.
Mr. hey, baby. damn.
Broad baby, what took you so long? I been waitin' and waitin'. this is a
place.
Mr. yeah, it's cool. it's cool. did you order yet?
no, baby. I was waitin' on you...baby?
Mr. what? what's happenin'?
Broad that guy's been staring at me since sat down.
Mr. jones what
you know him?
Mr. what dude?
that guy over there.
Mr. jones over aw, sh*t.
Broad baby, what's
Mr. jones damn, don't about it! just...damn. just...just be cool, just be
Cool.
Broad baby, he's over here now.
Mr. oh, sh*t.
baby, he's...baby he's goin' in his jacket.
Krayzie for mr. jones, m*thaf*cker!
oh, sh*t!
{admist a massive array of gunfire and commotion, screaming, breaking,
Reloading.}
Mr. jones cover head.
Krayzie punk m*thaf*cker. m*thaf*cker! {gunfire ceases}
F*ck you! get the f*ck out my way! get the out my way!
{gunfire} f*ck you! get the out my way. get the f*ck out my way.
A my leg! my leg!