Carlito Brigante:
You know, Nicky, I'd never bother you with something like this, but if we don't find them cats soon, those crazy-ass Italians are gonna come over and start shooting up the black side of Harlem.
Hollywood Nicky:
[laughs]
Carlito. If you don't find the motherfucker's that snatched Arties kid, you the one that's getting shot up.
Carlito Brigante:
Yeah, well, that too.
Hollywood Nicky:
And as far as them Italians coming my way, if one of them even set foot across Lenox Avenue, the next time you gonna see a live guinea is again is on the leaning tower of Pisa. Now I believe I've been very nice about this situation. I let you and them set up across town from me.
Carlito Brigante:
I appreciate that.
Hollywood Nicky:
Cause one day, you and them wal-yos, you're gonna run out of dope. And all them junkie motherfucker's you all done raised gonna come scurrying over to me like a bunch of starved cockroaches.
Carlito Brigante:
If we run out of dope, you run out of dope too, Nicky.
Hollywood Nicky:
I got me a safe house with over three tones of pure Persian. That's enough to keep this city nodding for the next six months.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:17