| Sascha (E-Mail nur eingeloggt Sichtbar) am 23.07.2019 19:24 Uhr |
I still think trusting that
motherfucker don't make no sense.
It makes perfect sense.
We getting hit, Lee.
Cops is on us.
Cornerboys getting sloppy.
More street business
means more problems.
Problems we don't need.
Nickel-and-diming rocks
eventually gonna get you busted.
Our advantage is pure product
at basement prices,
and that's where we gonna focus on.
From here on out,
we only want dealers who can buy kilos.
Identify 'em, send them to
Leon and Peaches to check out,
and Louie'll make the final decision.
Oh, Oh, dachte schon, Auntie Louie singt wie ein Vogel.
Da steckt jede Menge Potential drin, alleine wie Franklin am
Ende bei Cop-Andre vorbeigeschaut hat.
