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{set in a restaurant with muzak in the background}
Krayzie aw sh*t. excuse me man, me.
Waiter uh, yes
Krayzie you tell me where the payphone at in here or somethin'?
Waiter certainly. back there by the racks.
Krayzie all right, a lot. thank you, thank you.
oh, you're welcome sir.
Krayzie sh*t. a classy-ass, m*thaf*ckin' restaraunt. know 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 happenin'?
Krayzie yeah, I'm in the spot now, man...
he there?
Krayzie I see nobody yet, but I know the nigga'll be here. he got
Reservations.
Contact all right, your business.
Krayzie I think I see his broad comin' in now...
Contact on time.
so don't worry about sh*t. I'm a handle this nigga, man. this nigga in a
Classy-ass, restaurant;
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. up phone}
excuse me.
uh, yes ma'am.
Broad I have a reservation. for jones.
Waiter for jones? let me see 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. you go ma'am. um, would you like to start with
Something to while you wait?
do you have a chardonnay?
Waiter most certainly. coming right up. oh, and uh, here is mr. jones now.
Hi, mr. how are you this evening?
Mr. hey, what's up? what's up? what's up?
hi, baby.
Mr. hey, baby. damn.
Broad baby, what you so long? I been just waitin' and waitin'. this 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? what's
Broad that guy's been staring at me since sat down.
Mr. what dude?
Broad you him?
Mr. what dude?
Broad guy over there.
Mr. over where? aw, sh*t.
Broad baby, what's
Mr. jones damn, don't worry about it! just...damn. just...just be cool, 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. jones cover head.
Krayzie m*thaf*cker. punk m*thaf*cker! {gunfire ceases}
you! get the f*ck out my way! get the f*ck out my way!
{gunfire} f*ck you! get the out my way. get the f*ck out my way.
A my leg! my leg!