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| How's it hangin' my man? It looks like ya could use yo'self some fine feline, if ya know what i'm sayin, playa... Sheeit. I gots what ya need, negro. | |
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| What up, nigga? Don't be usin my gov'ment name on these here streets. Are you out yo goddamn mind? Sheeit. | |
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| Oh. Right. Sorry. Look, I've come to resign. I've had enough of this shit. People huff madd dong. They're lucky they can only die once. I'm thru. Done. Finito. I'm handing in my Scythe. Peace out. | |
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| Ass n' titties, playa. Don't prep the role, cornbread. All these indigo cats from round the way don't know the deal when it comes to da benji's, broham. Nah'mean? Sheeit. Fuck dat Nino Brown muhfucka! | |
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