Waist Deep

Meat:
[Having slashed off a subordinate's arm with a machete] You bring me my money... you get your arm back

O2:
Where's your bathroom? I gotta sh*t.

Coco:
[to Fencing House Lady] What do you think of this dress?

O2:
We'll take it...As a matter of fact [draws gun] we'll take all this sh*t.

Fencing House Lady:
Damn, nigga. You know who you're f***in with?

O2:
Somebody asked me that same question earlier.

Fencing House Lady:
Beauty is pain

O2:
Hello

Lucky:
Not now, O. Imma call you back.

Meat:
[Chops arm, people gasps, man groans] See this right here?

O2:
The f*** is that noise?

Lucky:
Nothing. Meet me in the spot in 15 minutes.

Meat:
This a dumb nigga. And this what happens to dumb nigga who don't pay their taxes. Every liquor store, grocery store, and every motherf***ing restaurant around here owes me!

O2:
Who's down there?

Coco:
It's about six of them. Three little niggas and three hood rats.

O2:
Don't even try it. Payback from Big Meat.

Coco:
Junior's gonna be fine.

O2:
I did six years for you.

Meat:
For me? Nigga, you got caught.

O2:
Same old Big Meat. F***ing over niggas and everybody else take the fall.

Meat:
I made you! I put you in this sh*t!

O2:
My son is all I had.

Meat:
Nigga, f*** your son!

Rock:
What the f*** is you doing in my shop?

Lucky:
We took em G style.

Meat:
Straight up G-style.

Lucky:
What? I came through the spot, boom, I kicked in the motherf***ing door. I told motherf***ers,"Get the f*** on the floor right now, nigga. It's a jack move!" I was running through that motherf***er, smacking up b*tch-ass niggas with no problem. You know, I'm taking care of my sh*t. I'm over there, just snatching sh*t. Snatching whatever I want, 'cause that's what I do. I ought to take your sh*t, nigga. Now I bring this sh*t back to you, man, so we can break bread.

Meat:
To me?

Lucky:
To you.

Lucky:
The f*** happened to you? Where little man at?

O2:
If your punk ass would have showed up like I asked you to, none of this sh*t would've happened! What the f*** are you thinking?

Lucky:
Get off me!

O2:
Coco.

Coco:
Yeah.

O2:
If they find out what I'm doing, my son is dead.

O2:
What are you doing man?

Junior:
What?

O2:
Never put your hands on a gun.