Don’t you touch my grass, son.
I know you’ve gotta eat too, but if you take what’s Rosie’s, then what kind of message do you think that sends out on the streets ?
So I’m telling you, and that’s the only warning you’ll get before it becomes ugly : stay out of my turf ! Capisce ?
Don’t you touch my grass, son.
I know you’ve gotta eat too, but if you take what’s Rosie’s, then what kind of message do you think that sends out on the streets ?
So I’m telling you, and that’s the only warning you’ll get before it becomes ugly : stay out of my turf ! Capisce ?