Plus he owes ya a lot a dough. Run that one throug h your head. You guys ain't cherries. Mel lights a smoke. Stops, digs in his shirt pocket, and hands Black Cloud a piece of paper.
Descriptions are on there.
You'll fit right in, niggers are going nuts. Black Panthers burning different parts of town every night, cops don't know whether to shit or go blind. Got a jewelry store and a dope connection. The jewelry store is airtight, ya gotta hit it when it opens. Same thing with the connection, except your talking nigs that are armed to the teeth.