*Andre pulled up to a large apartment complex* "A'ight, here we are, dawg. Oh, yo, I almost forgot, *he pops open the glove box and takes out a desert eagle* I got you a li'l present, dawg." *he hands it to Dubaku* "That ain't no little bitch ass 9mm neither, that's a .357 Magnum, nigga. Now, ya might wanna put that away, y'know what I'm sayin'?" *he chuckles, then gets out of the car to show Dubaku the way to his apartment* "Well, here we are. Home sweet home, nigga. Make yo self at home. Don't be moochin' on my 40s, though. Those are mine, you gotta buy your own." *Dubaku sets his things down and him and Andre do the 'homie' greeting* "Yo, so, I guess as long as you're staying, ya may as well find a way to make some money."