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