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{set in a restaurant muzak playing in the background}
Krayzie aw sh*t. me man, excuse me.
uh, yes sir?
Krayzie could you tell me where the payphone at in here or
Waiter certainly. back by the wine racks.
Krayzie all right, a lot. thank you, thank you.
Waiter oh, welcome sir.
Krayzie sh*t. it's a classy-ass, m*thaf*ckin' restaraunt. know 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 happenin'?
yeah, I'm in the m*thaf*ckin' spot now, man...
Contact he
Krayzie I see nobody yet, but I know the nigga'll be here. he got
Reservations.
Contact all right, handle business.
Krayzie I I see his broad comin' in right now...
right on time.
Krayzie so don't worry about sh*t. I'm a handle nigga, man. this nigga in a
Classy-ass, muthafuckin'
I know this 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 a reservation. it's 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 way. here you go ma'am. um, would you like to start with
to drink while you wait?
Broad do you a chardonnay?
Waiter most certainly. coming up. oh, and uh, here is mr. jones right now.
Hi, mr. how are you this evening?
Mr. jones hey, 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, cool. it's cool. did you order yet?
Broad no, baby. I was on you...baby?
Mr. jones what? what's
Broad that been staring at me since I've sat down.
Mr. jones dude?
Broad you him?
Mr. what dude?
Broad guy over there.
Mr. jones 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.
message for mr. jones, m*thaf*cker!
oh, sh*t!
{admist a massive array of gunfire and commotion, screaming, breaking,
Reloading.}
Mr. cover your head.
Krayzie punk m*thaf*cker. m*thaf*cker! {gunfire ceases}
you! get the f*ck out my way! get the f*ck out my way!
{gunfire} you! get the f*ck out my way. get the f*ck out my way.
A my leg! my leg!