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- Putting your seat belt on? - Yeah. - That's how we do it now? - You're damn right. Number one's on my ass! Crossing 395 into Overtown. Whoa, Mike. Overtown's a no-go. Zway got people here. Dangerous people. We're dangerous people. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Shit, whoa! Damn Nerf gun, rubber bullet bullshit. They shooting slugs, we firing gummy bears. Mike, pull over for a minute. I need to tell you something. - Pull over? - Yeah. One second. Let me see if Zway will pull over. Zway-Lo! Marcus needs to pull over for a second! Hey, can we get a time-out? Damn it, Mike, I need to tell you something! - What? - I made a promise to God. - To who? - To God. What the hell are you talking about? Look, I told the Lord that if you made it through that I would make no more violence. He definitely knew you was bullshitting with that. Violence is what we do.
Bad Boys for Life
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What did I say? No, no. What did I say? I said consult. I said observe. I... Look at this... This mess. It's carnage! I didn't do all this shit. They did this to each other. Wait, wait, wait. You didn't shoot anybody? - You know I shot some people. - Yeah. - Look, they had already started. - What...? Ah, Jesus. Mike, you promised. - No, no, I didn't promise. - You promised. - I said I could picture you... - Yeah. ...on a limb, fat as hell, with sharks and some shit. Right. That's a promise. We were here to watch. What? Yeah, and I saw. All right, Cap, look. The bag is empty, all right? No cash. The guy reached up and scratched his nose. I saw it had no weight to it. - That's very impressive, sir. - Yeah. See, I like that one. If I hadn't come in, Grassie was a dead man for sure. That's a relief, because your guy's in a body bag - and he sure looks dead. - Cap. Ah... Good job, Mikey. Hey, look. Young boy, seriously. Let me tell you something. Stay in a child's place, all right? Spare me the street knowledge, grandpa. Nobody asked. Just because I fucked your mother - don't make me your grandpa? - Oh, oh, oh. - Fucked my mother? - That's enough. - Stop. - You got me fucked up. - Old ass. - Stand down! Let's go. - You better go on. - Let's go. I will knock your ass clean the fuck out. - Knock me out. Hit me. - What am I, a nursery school teacher? Come on, let's go! Shit. I got time today. Cool down. Keep walking. - Excuse me, sir. - Go ahead, man. - Do you guys want a...? - No, go. Just go ahead somewhere.
Bad Boys for Life
32.9s
- Oh, shit! What...? - Oh, shit. Oh, look at that! - Damn! - Oh! That is some Elephant Man shit right there. - Yo, you see that? - Oh! - Yeah, I see it. - Hey, stop it. - It's calling me, Mike. - What? Leave it... I can't help it, but it's calling me. Stop it. What the hell is wrong with you? Just leave it alone. Yo, leave it alone. - Leave... Marcus. - Ahh! - You're gonna pop that shit! - That shit nasty! - Then leave it alone. - Oh, shit. Oh! - Damn. - Oh... Just leave it alone! Let's... One more time. One more again.
Bad Boys for Life
45.5s
Okay, everybody is way too serious. Raids are supposed to be fun. They're like field trips with guns. This is not a raid. It's surveillance. Surveillance? Right. Meaning we're just gonna watch the crime. We'll record him in the deal and bring him in facing serious time. Then we'll get him to talk and he's gonna tell us everything that we need to know. Or since he's gonna be there and we're gonna be there, I mean, we could just grab him. Well, thank you for your input. Okay. Listen up. Booker Grassie is the guy that sold the bullets we took out of Michael. Hey, look, um, you think you could stop calling me Michael in front of everybody? It's your name.
Bad Boys for Life