Ordell: Look, I hate to be the kinda nigga, does a nigga a favor - then BAM - hits a nigga up for a favor in return. But gotsa be that kinda nigga
Beaumont: I just ain’t getting in no goddamn, dirty-ass trunk man. I got a problem with small places.
Ordell: I gotta problem spending 10 thousand dollars on ungratefull niggas. And how small was that jail cell?
Ordell: Shit, Jackie. You come in this place on Saturday night I bet you need nigger repellant to keep motherfuckers off your ass.
Ordell: Somebody with a grudge blew Beaumont’s brains out. Oh shit, that shit rhymes! “Blew Beau-mont’s, brains out!”
Ordell: He put himself in a position where he was going to have to do ten years in prison, that’s what he did. And if you know Beaumont, you know ain’t no god damn way he can do ten years. And if you know that, then you know Beaumont’s gonna do anything Beaumont can to keep from doing them ten years, including telling the federal government any and every motherfucking thing about my black ass. Now that my friend is a clear cut case of him or me. And you best believe it ain’t gonna be me.
