- Coco: [to Fencing House Lady] What do you think of this dress?
- O2: We'll take it...As a matter of fact
- [draws gun]
- O2: we'll take all this shit.
- Fencing House Lady: Damn, nigga. You know who you're fuckin with?
- O2: Somebody asked me that same question earlier.
- Meat: [Having slashed off a subordinate's arm with a machete] You bring me my money... you get your arm back... hell if you hurry they might be able to reattach this shit
- [hits him with his severed limb]
- O2: Hello
- Lucky: Not now, O. Imma call you back.
- Meat: [Chops arm, people gasps, man groans] See this right here?
- O2: The fuck 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 motherfucking restaurant around here owes me!
- O2: I did six years for you.
- Meat: For me? Nigga, you got caught.
- O2: Same old Big Meat. Fucking over niggas and everybody else take the fall.
- Meat: I made you! I put you in this shit!
- O2: My son is all I had.
- [last lines]
- Meat: [sneers] Nigga, fuck your son!
- O2: [smugly as Meat's gun clicks empty] Only Seven Shots
- [blows him away]
- Lucky: We took em G style.
- Meat: Straight up G-style.
- Lucky: What? I came through the spot, boom, I kicked in the motherfucking door. I told motherfuckers,"Get the fuck on the floor right now, nigga. It's a jack move!" I was running through that motherfucker, smacking up bitch-ass niggas with no problem. You know, I'm taking care of my shit. I'm over there, just snatching shit. Snatching whatever I want, 'cause that's what I do. I ought to take your shit, nigga. Now I bring this shit back to you, man, so we can break bread.
- Meat: To me?
- Lucky: To you.
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