Jun 19, 2011 22:45
I'd like to thank the palooka that tried puttin' the Chicago overcoat on me, but I didn't feel it suited me.
So, I'll put down a couple large on whoever can bring 'em to me, so I can turn 'em over to the flatfeet, of course. Infact I'm feeling so generous I'll toss out a few C's for the word on the mook that failed the boxjob on my club.
distinct subtlety,
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It sounds like someone needs to blow one down. So what did this guy look like, did he have dark meat?
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Now, dame, if you come by the club later, we can talk some business.
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Did boss run into some trouble again~?
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He grinned, rubbing her arms, and looking at her reflection in the mirror.]
Kitten, I am trouble, and everyone wants a graft. Well, I'm not into sharing. So, when I get the guy that tried rubbing me out, I want you to put the screw to him, doll.
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[Of course his doll had a particular fondness for the color red, so to give the third to the guy who tried to knock off her man would be as easy as pie, especially if she was given permission to use her knives.]
Shall I gun for the gee then~? Or would you like me to sit here and look pretty for you~?
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[He planned on letting her have her fun, even if it wound up with the guy seeing a Harlem sunset. Well, it was time to break it up and show the joint whoever tried glomming from him would get the hard goodbye.]
Look pretty for me, doll. Right now we're just waitin' for some stoolie ta sing and then you can cut loose.
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...how many C's are we talking?
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It depends on the rap. If it's no good, it's only worth a yard to me, I don't need to know what I already know.
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