'Monk': Boy been throwing up all kind of backtalk about shyt. Buck wild about this and that.
Marlo: Like what?
'Monk': Crying about how Junebug and his people got lit up. Crying about how Omar on the street running his mouth, calling for you to step to.
Marlo: Omar say what?
Chris: Nothing.
Chris: Omar tried calling you out by name, but shyt, no one --
Marlo: What he say about me?
Chris: Nothing, man. Just talking shyt.
Marlo: He used my name? In the street?
Marlo: Talk, motherfukker!
'Monk': He just, you know, say that you need to step to and that . . . I don't know. He just running his mouth some.
Marlo: He call me a punk?
Chris: It was bullshyt, man. You ain't need that on your mind.
Marlo: What the fukk you know about what I need on my mind, motherfukker?
My name was on the street?
When we bounce from this shyt here, y'all going to go down on them corners and let the people know: Word did not get back to me.
Let them know Marlo step to any motherfukker -- Omar, Barksdale, whoever.
My name is my name!