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Bring your community ass to the tower. Nick Styles: What the fuck is wrong with all y'all? Selling drugs to each other, 'cause ya damn sure ain't selling them in Beverly Hills. Killing yourselves, and for what? community Make ya feel like a man? Or does it make ya dick hard? Punk motherfuckers. [Nick is trying to persuade Odessa to stop dealing at the Towers] Nick Styles: Do it for your mother. Odessa: What about my mother, motherfucker? Nick Styles: Your mother, nigga! The one community that prayed with my father every night over your sorry ass. The one that buried your kid brother without his head because they couldn't find it. Don't play me, Odessa. Bookstore owner: You're the D.A.! Nick Styles: Wrong! They fired me. As a private citizen I can kick anybody's ass I want to.
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