Trapped in the Closet: Chapters 30 R. Kelly

"Sylvester"
"You're late"
Twan and Sylvester in the private garage, Twan says
"Man, how you like these kicks?"
"Nigga ever since you won that money"
"Haha"
"Can't nobody tell you shit"
"Damn right"
"Now Twan, you already know what to do?"
"Man, how many times I gotta tell you?"
"I gotchu"
"Man, just be on the lookout"
"Sylvester"
"Hm?"
"Check me out"
"Haha"
"Oh shit, right, you got a gun now, nigga"
"Yeah, and I told motherfuckers I was gon' buy me a piece"
"Oh, let me check it out"
"See?"
"Nice"
"Man, I bust a cap in a motherfucker's ass and a nigga won't even think twice"
"Yeah, I'm sure you will"
"Yeah you know your bruh-in-law, he keeps it real"
"Well before bruh-in-law gets us both killed, I'll be holdin' the heat ("What?") until we make the deal"
"Man"
"And get outta there"
"Now Twan, this shit is serious"
"Now this motherfucker we goin' to meet, this motherfucker's delirious"
"Now, listen to me and listen good"
"When we walk in"
"Yeah don't say nothin'"
"Yeah that's right, these niggas ain't friends like the Italians, they'll bust and won't even ask questions"