The Singer (Interlude) 

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[Interlude: Lieutenant, Mr. Anderson] Goddamn (Lieutenant, you got a call on 3) Shit, tell him to hold the call, Chris Mr. Anderson, I suggest you start talking to us real quick, fast, and in a hurry You're looking at 15 long years in a hot, sweaty penitentiary with motherfuckers trying to bust your asshole open like a peach in the hot summertime. Now tell us everything we need to know about Mr. Jamal Rocker aka Mac Mall I done told you everything you wanted to know. Family, where he live Yeah, you know more than that, though. We need to know, hey, man, looka here. Come on, man We can еnd this right—, okay, then. We can end this right now. Don't worry about what you'rе gon' get out of it. Just get to talkin' Man, I wanna get off, man. Sir, I'm not no snitch Of course not Man, they'll kill me if they found out what I'm telling you, man You needn't worry about that. We have a wonderful witness protection program Why me? Alright, alright Let me ask you a question: Do you think me and Sergeant Drucker sitting here are stupid? No, sir Do you think we're stupid? (No, sir) Quit, quit crying. Quit crying. Crying like a little bitch. Look at you now. Now we can take this back out to the streets and let 'em know No, don't do that That you're singing like a bird, but we're not gon' do that No, no, no, no, no, no Now tell me where he gets his explosives from Okay, okay What's his connection for the explosives? He got some guys (Calm down) I'm trying (Here, use my handkerchief) Thank you, sir (It's alright, man) The explosives— (Go 'head, go 'head now) Come from Italy. Mall hooked all of that up. In his basements, he got grenades, rocket launchers, bulletproof vests, everything was supplied by him. I had nothing to do with it, sir. That's all I know. Damn, damn, damn