Ill Times (2009 Video)

England Simpson: Chante

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• Chante : You strapped?

  Dee : What'chu think?

  Chante : I think you better leave it in the car.

  Dee : Say what?

  Chante : I wanna do this right. If this goes to court, I'mma make sure Gabriel's got no leverage whatsoever.

  Dee : Shit. Only for you.

• Chante : What's it gonna be? You gonna let us go, or smoke the whole neighborhood?

• Dee : I could kill that motherfucker.

  Chante : Just take it easy. Mel's my sister, too, and I'm just as pissed as you are, believe me. We gotta keep our heads, though. He'll get his, sooner or later.

  Dee : I just wanna make sure it's sooner, not later.

• Chante : I wouldn't go fuckin' around with Helen right now. She's havin' a bad day.

  Boo : Did that bitch O.D. again? Damn...! Fuck it. Pussy's still good, right? Spit on that thang, and BAM!

• Chante : You a damn fool for doin' that shit.

  Dee : No more than you are, for sellin' it.

  Chante : Hey, it's called survival, brother. You're just killin' yourself.

  Dee : What the fuck. Are you my conscience, now? You give me the shit, and then criticize me for doin' it. Does that make any fuckin' sense?

  Chante : Forget it.

  Dee : Done!

• Chante : What fuckin' world you livin' in, Gabe? You think you can just go around, pointin' guns at people? Who you think you are?

  Gabriel : I'm your bitch sister's husband. That gives me the right.

  Dee : I dare you to shoot me, motherfucker. Think you can handle it?

  Gabriel : Don't push me. I'm immune to guilt.

  Chante : Obviously. You wouldn't keep beatin' the shit outta Mel if you weren't... Some husband.

• Chante : So you've had some time to think about our situation, and you've decided to make it my fault? Fuck that!

• Chante : I don't care how you do it, just do it.

• Chante : What's wrong with you? Where did you put the body?

  Dee : There ain't no body.

  Chante : Say what?

  Dee : There ain't no body! I didn't kill him!

  Chante : What the fuck you mean, you didn't kill him?

• Dee : I know his dirty little secret.

  Chante : Which is...?

  Dee : Well, it wouldn't be a secret if I went and told you, would it?

  Chante : Boy, if you don't tell me, I'mma mix your next batch of blow with fuckin' Drano! Now, what is it?

• Dee : Hey, it ain't none of my business. Every marriage has problems, right?

  Chante : She's your sister!

  Dee : Adopted!

• Chante : Ain't nothin' gonna happen to you. Me and Dee will take care of Gabe, believe that shit. And then you better lay an apology on me, or this is the last time I'm helpin' your ass.

• Chante : Get your sorry ass up, Dee. I need you to take care of somethin'.

• Dee : You ain't gonna take me home?

  Chante : Hell, naw! Get one of your little hoes to pick your sorry ass up. I'm sick of you!

  Dee : All right. Whatever.