Slim Charles: But Chair, what if they don't cop our re-up?
Stringer: Mr. Charles, I'll worry about dat shyt when it happen. In the meantime we gon' sell the shyt and fukk all that corner boy gangsta bullshyt.
Poot:
( raises hand)
Stringer:
(motions for Poot to speak)
Poot: Do da chair know we gon be lookin like some punk ass bytches out there??
Stringer:
nikka I'LL PUNK YA MUfukkIN ASS RIGHT NOW!!
Shamrock:
String, String, Poot did have da floor.
Stringer: Shut da fukk up man this nikka too ignorant to have da floor.
Poot: