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I got the official copy and it has the lyrics inside, that's all.
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There are several people on NT who I DISTINCTLY REMEMBER said The Black Album was weak and kinda average when it first dropped and that Streets Disciple ****ted all over it
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I wasn't a member yet but i was viewing NT and i remember clearly that people thought The Black Album was subpar for a retirement album... thats why I'm amazed at how 4 years later its heralded as the 3rd greatest album in his catalog.
Still standing by my statement that this is superior to TBA. Definitely a top 5 Jay-z album.
@ Gritty jumping the gun saying KC > AG thinkin the Jay-z haters would agree with him.
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces
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The album makes MUCH much more sense after u see the movie, especially pray, it's basically a story of the movie and fallin is similarly connected with the movie.
The crazy part is the songs are good if not great without seeing the movie but watching it adds a whole nother layer to listening to the albums content and the stories he's telling.
The crazy part is the songs are good if not great without seeing the movie but watching it adds a whole nother layer to listening to the albums content and the stories he's telling.
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The crazy part is the songs are good if not great without seeing the movie but watching it adds a whole nother layer to listening to the albums content and the stories he's telling.
yea after seeing the movie it definitely adds another layer to his bars.
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Blue Magic. That's a brand name. Like Pepsi, that's a brand name.
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You know the game this is
Move coke like Pepsi, don't matter what the brand name is
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is he still gonna have a tour during the summer like he said earlier, when he announced the new album??
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Ignant n's just make me think of pushin a countach in a sky blue suit on some Lance Vance @#%$. track is 
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There are several people on NT who I DISTINCTLY REMEMBER said The Black Album was weak and kinda average when it first dropped and that Streets Disciple ****ted all over it .
that was a classic post!
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The video for "Roc Boys" World Premiere's on Tuesday....BET will be playing every hour throughout the day.
1999.
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I keep yelling Demarco's parts over the song...I kinda miss son (nh).
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Classic album.
Better than the Black Album.
I'm about to say it's better than The Blueprint.
The way it just flows is the reason why I put it a tenth of a point over The Blueprint.
I skip "Jigga That N*gga", but I also skip "American Gangster" so I mean, the only thing that sets them apart is the flow of the two albums and I would say that American Gangster flows a little, if not a lot, better than The Blueprint.
If you disagree, so what.
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Im livin proof that crime do pay.
Better than the Black Album.
I'm about to say it's better than The Blueprint.
The way it just flows is the reason why I put it a tenth of a point over The Blueprint.
I skip "Jigga That N*gga", but I also skip "American Gangster" so I mean, the only thing that sets them apart is the flow of the two albums and I would say that American Gangster flows a little, if not a lot, better than The Blueprint.
If you disagree, so what.
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Album is unbelievable. BP, RD, AG
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@ Gritty jumping the gun saying KC > AG thinkin the Jay-z haters would agree with him.
Do you really think I give a shhh if someone from NT agrees with me? I guess that I should read through the last few pages of Jay slurping and change my opinion huh? F outta here....
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Everytime I listen to the album I have a new favorite...at first...I was a lil hesitant to agree with this notion...but like jay said..he REALLY is competing with his own work. All arguments are like well...this aint betta than....rd...bp...tba
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I definitely remember that Black Album thread.
You gotta take opinions from these NT characters for what it is.
You gotta take opinions from these NT characters for what it is.
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but like jay said..he REALLY is competing with his own work
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this album is some of jays best work
Mind state of a gangster from the forties
Meets the business mind of Motown's Berry Gordy
Turned crack rock into a chain of 40/40s
Same BM pulled over by the guys dressed blue
They had the guns drawn, screaming "don't move"
Here's something else you should just speak into
He made his way to the trunk, openned it like "huh"
A treasure chest was removed -
Cop said he'd be back next month
what we call corrupt, he calls paying dues
Now when the rules is blurred, as it was, they were
What am I to do but pray?
"Bad drug dealer or a victim?" I said
What came first, moving chickens or the egg?
We need a place to pitch, we need a mound
Nothing wrong with aim, just gotta change the target
Life's a @#%$, I hope to not make her a widow
It's not like where professionals movin' the decimals
No where to cop, got a connect, no
Who in the F knows how to be successful
Need a personal Jesus, I'm in Depeche Mode
You say it's celestral, it's all in the stars
Like Tony Larusa how you played your cards
But y'all ain't @#%$' with me
The ironies are, at all costs better avoid those bars
Now let's start, on your mark
Get set, let's go, get out the car
Goin' in circles, it's a vicious cycle
This is a crash course, this ain't high school
Wake up Monday, dreaming again
You're on a reality show, the season begins
Survive the drought, I wish you well
How sick am I? I wish you health
I wish you wheels, I wish you wealth
I wish you incite so you can see for yourself
You can see the signs when the jackers are schemin'
When the cops is comin' you can read their mind
You can see from behind, you can redefine
The game as we know it, one drill at a time
When I left you for Virgina, it didn't offend ya
'Cause you knew I only stepped out to get dinner
And I'm eatin' so much, I bought extra
So much so that dinners now turn into breakfasts
I'm "Cold As Ice" like I'm from Brownsville
But my Bed's in the Stuy, though I'll flatten your bush
Until with smoke in CI, what up to the boy TI
You know I handle BI, I don't have step on the 'cain/Kane
My fine ho, we got some victims to catch
So give me a couple of years and I'll bring you some Nets
Old boys, own your masters, slave's the mentality
I carry with me to this very day
@#%$ rich, let's get wealthy, who else gon' feed we
If I need, I'm gonna get get, however, God help me
Her fear, her youngest son's gonna be a victim of homocide
But I gotta get you outta here momma, or I'mma die
Inside
And either way you lose me, momma, so let loose of me
I got the rain, our direction will soon change
To live and die in NY and the hustle game
Hustle 'caine, hustle clothes or hustle music
But hustle hard in any hustle that you pick
Skinny @#%$, toothpick, but I do lift
Weight like I'm usin' 'roids
Rolls Royce keep my movements smooth while maneuverin'
Through all the manure in the sewer that I grew up in
This is not for commercial uses
Please don't catagorize this as music
Please don't compare me to other rappers
Compare me to trappers, I'm more Frank Lucas than Ludacris
And Luda's my dude, I ain't tryin' to diss
Like Frank Lucas is cool, but I ain't tryin' to snitch
I'ma follow the rules no matter how much time I'ma get
I'ma live and die by the decisions that I'ma pick
So @#%$ Dehaven for cavin', that's why we don't speak
Made men ain't supposed to make statements
End of the story, I followed the code, cracked the safe
Other @#%$ ain't in the game, so they practise hate
Leave that boy Hov alone won't ya? You don't have to
If you don't want to, but don't say I didn't warn ya
Pink rose, think OJ
I get away with murder when I sling Yay/'Ye
I got less steps than Britney
That means it's not stepped on, dig me?
I can walk down the wall of mirrors in Versailles
And be so satisfied when I look myself in the eyes
No shame, no sir, just big boats, I'm tearin' the coast up
Tight coupes like I'm wearin' the roadster
Playin' for property, no monopoly
So I'll pass Go and let my nephews follow after me
Shall we dance with the devil for a beat?
I pray to God I ain't got two left feet
Do the hustle, put ki's in the street
Then I'm ballroom dancin' key-keying in the suite, sweet
B-B's on the feet, TVs in the seat, enemies on the creep
So corrupt, soak it up, there's a lesson every @#%$ up
One day you're up, next day you're down
As long as you stay the same it'll come back around
American Gangster, businesses like I'm white
But I'm not, I'm too bright, so fly
With no fear of flight, so if y'all hear my plight
Do you think you can make it this far without a fight?
A couple of mistakes here and there, not always right
But I'm always real, that's how I sleep at night
I'm never around, you're constantly seeking
You'll never be down, I know where your peak is
How could you deny me so vehemently
Your is shaking, trying to free it of me
(best lines in a song that is one huge metaphor)
Only he without sin can tell me if my means justify my ends
I'm in another league, @#%$ should try to catch me
And I sport fly @#%$, I should win an ESPY
Sippin' on my vino got me cooler than Pacino
And Deniro put together, my real life is like Casino
They should pay me for some B-roll
Takin' G-strolls through the Gee-tto
Where rapid fire's just a necessary evil
Art with no eisel so please, there's no equal
Your boy's "Off The Wall" these other @#%$ is Tito
When stares get exchanged and the fifth come out
Tough guy disappears and the @#%$ come out
Spike Lees everywhere, The Game on the flight
You might see me anywhere, a day in the life
Only thing change is the tell number on the flight
I can touch down and take off the same night
They're all actors, looking at themselves
In the mirror backwards, can't face themselves
Don't fear no rappers, they're all weirdos
Deniro's in practice, so don't believe everything
Your ear lobe catches, it's mostly backwards
With that said, I will kill @#%$ dead
Cut @#%$ shout, give you wheels for legs
I'm a K-I double L E-R, see y'all
In Hell, shoot @#%$ straight through the ER, woah
This ain't BR, no, this is SC, CEO
The next Lyor, no, the next leader of the whole free world
I missed the part where it started being about Imus
What do my lyrics got to do with this @#%$?
Scarface the movie did more than Scarface the rapper to me
So that ain't to blame for all the @#%$ that happened to me
Are you sayin' that when I'm spittin'
It's worse then these celebutants showin' they kitten
You kiddin'? Let's stop the @#%$'
'Til we all wihtout sin, let's quit the pulpittin'
I'm way too important to talk about extortion
Asking me for a Porsche is like asking me for a coffin
In broad daylight, I'll off your on switch
You're not too bright, good night, long kiss
My reply? Blaahy Blaahy
Blast the bunner than pass the burner to Ty Ty
Finish my breakfast, why? I've got an appetite
For destruction and you're a small fry
Is this what success is all about?
A bunch of @#%$ acting like @#%$ with big mouths
All this stress, all I got is this big house
A couple cars, I don't bring half of those @#%$ out
All this ace of Spades I drink just to piss out
I could save myself six hours
How many times can I go to Mr Chow's towers
No boo, let me move my bowels
I've got watches I haven't see in months
Apartment at the Trump I've only slept in once
@#%$ said Hova was over, such dummies
Even if I fell I'd land on a bunch of money
Old cribs I sold, you drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas, I got flats on other continents (Nas)
My catalogue's worth too much
Like Mike Jack's ATV part Tommy Matolla can't touch (Nas)
The irony is selling drugs is sort of like using it
Guess there's two sides to what substance abuse is
Can't stop, won't stop getting this new @#%$
Brand new convertibles, I'm soo roofless
Front row, fight night, see how big my tube is
@#%$ HD @#%$, see how clear my view is
But, there's a price for overdoin' it
Doin' it this big will put you on the map
Stick up kids are out for tax
Plus the FBI boys with the cameras in the back
Now you're falling, when you should have fell back
So you're falling, right into their lap
Fall and they applaude, they're screaming at the screen
Damn you @#%$ up, like your favourite movie scene
Godfather, Goodfellas, Scarface, Casino
You see what that last run did to Deniro
When he can't beat the odds, can't cheat the cards
Can't blow too hard, life's a deck of cards
Now your tumblin' is humblin', you're fallin' and mumblin'
Under your breath like you knew this day was comin
When your lawyer screws your appeal only thinkin' about a bill
And your chances are nil, damn gravity's ill
When you're falling and you can't get up
All you do is push up, pull up, sit up
Locked down, the town now belongs to the squares
Who swear they won't make the same mistakes that got you there
Your arm candy's sweet on them, and the women you left
For this heffer's got a college degree comin'
But you used-to's, has-beens raggin' 'bout
All the new crews, talkin' @#%$ on the Youtube
'Bout what you used to do, but that's old school
To the new crew, they doin' numbers like Soduku
They're the new you, and it's damn near inevitable
They'll experience deja vu too
Fight and you'll never survive, run and you'll never escape
You'll just fall from grace...
When the Roc broke up, had people losin' hope
Can't lie, they had Mohammed Hovi on the ropes
Now back in the go mode, back to the Go Go
Throwin' the diamond up, reppin' the logo
So what if you flip a couple words, I can triple that with birds
Open your mind, you see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringling Brothers Barnam & Bailey with the pies
No matter how you slice it, I'm your @#%$ guy
Just like the B-boy with 360 waves
Do the same with the pot, it still comes back beige
Whether right or southpaw, I bring the powder to y'all
Whip it around, it still comes back hard
They wanna bring the 80's back
That's okay with me, that's where they made me at
Except I don't write on the wall
I write my name in the history books, hustlin' in the hall
No, I don't spin on my head
I spin my work in the pot, so I can spend my bread
This eighty-seven state of mind that I'm in
In my prime, so for my time I'm Rakim
No pain, no prophet
P, I repeat if you show me with the pot is
Blame Reagan for making me to a monster
Blame Oliver North and Iran Contra
I ran contraband that they sponsored
Before this rhymin' stuff, we were in concert
Way before the bars my picture was gettin' took
Feds, they like wack rappers
Try as they may, they couldn't get me on the hook
Uhhn, DA wanna indict me
Cause fishscales on my veins like a Pisces
The pyrex pot up in my sleeve
Turn one into two like a Siamese twin
Mind state of a gangster from the forties
Meets the business mind of Motown's Berry Gordy
Turned crack rock into a chain of 40/40s
Same BM pulled over by the guys dressed blue
They had the guns drawn, screaming "don't move"
Here's something else you should just speak into
He made his way to the trunk, openned it like "huh"
A treasure chest was removed -
Cop said he'd be back next month
what we call corrupt, he calls paying dues
Now when the rules is blurred, as it was, they were
What am I to do but pray?
"Bad drug dealer or a victim?" I said
What came first, moving chickens or the egg?
We need a place to pitch, we need a mound
Nothing wrong with aim, just gotta change the target
Life's a @#%$, I hope to not make her a widow
It's not like where professionals movin' the decimals
No where to cop, got a connect, no
Who in the F knows how to be successful
Need a personal Jesus, I'm in Depeche Mode
You say it's celestral, it's all in the stars
Like Tony Larusa how you played your cards
But y'all ain't @#%$' with me
The ironies are, at all costs better avoid those bars
Now let's start, on your mark
Get set, let's go, get out the car
Goin' in circles, it's a vicious cycle
This is a crash course, this ain't high school
Wake up Monday, dreaming again
You're on a reality show, the season begins
Survive the drought, I wish you well
How sick am I? I wish you health
I wish you wheels, I wish you wealth
I wish you incite so you can see for yourself
You can see the signs when the jackers are schemin'
When the cops is comin' you can read their mind
You can see from behind, you can redefine
The game as we know it, one drill at a time
When I left you for Virgina, it didn't offend ya
'Cause you knew I only stepped out to get dinner
And I'm eatin' so much, I bought extra
So much so that dinners now turn into breakfasts
I'm "Cold As Ice" like I'm from Brownsville
But my Bed's in the Stuy, though I'll flatten your bush
Until with smoke in CI, what up to the boy TI
You know I handle BI, I don't have step on the 'cain/Kane
My fine ho, we got some victims to catch
So give me a couple of years and I'll bring you some Nets
Old boys, own your masters, slave's the mentality
I carry with me to this very day
@#%$ rich, let's get wealthy, who else gon' feed we
If I need, I'm gonna get get, however, God help me
Her fear, her youngest son's gonna be a victim of homocide
But I gotta get you outta here momma, or I'mma die
Inside
And either way you lose me, momma, so let loose of me
I got the rain, our direction will soon change
To live and die in NY and the hustle game
Hustle 'caine, hustle clothes or hustle music
But hustle hard in any hustle that you pick
Skinny @#%$, toothpick, but I do lift
Weight like I'm usin' 'roids
Rolls Royce keep my movements smooth while maneuverin'
Through all the manure in the sewer that I grew up in
This is not for commercial uses
Please don't catagorize this as music
Please don't compare me to other rappers
Compare me to trappers, I'm more Frank Lucas than Ludacris
And Luda's my dude, I ain't tryin' to diss
Like Frank Lucas is cool, but I ain't tryin' to snitch
I'ma follow the rules no matter how much time I'ma get
I'ma live and die by the decisions that I'ma pick
So @#%$ Dehaven for cavin', that's why we don't speak
Made men ain't supposed to make statements
End of the story, I followed the code, cracked the safe
Other @#%$ ain't in the game, so they practise hate
Leave that boy Hov alone won't ya? You don't have to
If you don't want to, but don't say I didn't warn ya
Pink rose, think OJ
I get away with murder when I sling Yay/'Ye
I got less steps than Britney
That means it's not stepped on, dig me?
I can walk down the wall of mirrors in Versailles
And be so satisfied when I look myself in the eyes
No shame, no sir, just big boats, I'm tearin' the coast up
Tight coupes like I'm wearin' the roadster
Playin' for property, no monopoly
So I'll pass Go and let my nephews follow after me
Shall we dance with the devil for a beat?
I pray to God I ain't got two left feet
Do the hustle, put ki's in the street
Then I'm ballroom dancin' key-keying in the suite, sweet
B-B's on the feet, TVs in the seat, enemies on the creep
So corrupt, soak it up, there's a lesson every @#%$ up
One day you're up, next day you're down
As long as you stay the same it'll come back around
American Gangster, businesses like I'm white
But I'm not, I'm too bright, so fly
With no fear of flight, so if y'all hear my plight
Do you think you can make it this far without a fight?
A couple of mistakes here and there, not always right
But I'm always real, that's how I sleep at night
I'm never around, you're constantly seeking
You'll never be down, I know where your peak is
How could you deny me so vehemently
Your is shaking, trying to free it of me
(best lines in a song that is one huge metaphor)
Only he without sin can tell me if my means justify my ends
I'm in another league, @#%$ should try to catch me
And I sport fly @#%$, I should win an ESPY
Sippin' on my vino got me cooler than Pacino
And Deniro put together, my real life is like Casino
They should pay me for some B-roll
Takin' G-strolls through the Gee-tto
Where rapid fire's just a necessary evil
Art with no eisel so please, there's no equal
Your boy's "Off The Wall" these other @#%$ is Tito
When stares get exchanged and the fifth come out
Tough guy disappears and the @#%$ come out
Spike Lees everywhere, The Game on the flight
You might see me anywhere, a day in the life
Only thing change is the tell number on the flight
I can touch down and take off the same night
They're all actors, looking at themselves
In the mirror backwards, can't face themselves
Don't fear no rappers, they're all weirdos
Deniro's in practice, so don't believe everything
Your ear lobe catches, it's mostly backwards
With that said, I will kill @#%$ dead
Cut @#%$ shout, give you wheels for legs
I'm a K-I double L E-R, see y'all
In Hell, shoot @#%$ straight through the ER, woah
This ain't BR, no, this is SC, CEO
The next Lyor, no, the next leader of the whole free world
I missed the part where it started being about Imus
What do my lyrics got to do with this @#%$?
Scarface the movie did more than Scarface the rapper to me
So that ain't to blame for all the @#%$ that happened to me
Are you sayin' that when I'm spittin'
It's worse then these celebutants showin' they kitten
You kiddin'? Let's stop the @#%$'
'Til we all wihtout sin, let's quit the pulpittin'
I'm way too important to talk about extortion
Asking me for a Porsche is like asking me for a coffin
In broad daylight, I'll off your on switch
You're not too bright, good night, long kiss
My reply? Blaahy Blaahy
Blast the bunner than pass the burner to Ty Ty
Finish my breakfast, why? I've got an appetite
For destruction and you're a small fry
Is this what success is all about?
A bunch of @#%$ acting like @#%$ with big mouths
All this stress, all I got is this big house
A couple cars, I don't bring half of those @#%$ out
All this ace of Spades I drink just to piss out
I could save myself six hours
How many times can I go to Mr Chow's towers
No boo, let me move my bowels
I've got watches I haven't see in months
Apartment at the Trump I've only slept in once
@#%$ said Hova was over, such dummies
Even if I fell I'd land on a bunch of money
Old cribs I sold, you drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas, I got flats on other continents (Nas)
My catalogue's worth too much
Like Mike Jack's ATV part Tommy Matolla can't touch (Nas)
The irony is selling drugs is sort of like using it
Guess there's two sides to what substance abuse is
Can't stop, won't stop getting this new @#%$
Brand new convertibles, I'm soo roofless
Front row, fight night, see how big my tube is
@#%$ HD @#%$, see how clear my view is
But, there's a price for overdoin' it
Doin' it this big will put you on the map
Stick up kids are out for tax
Plus the FBI boys with the cameras in the back
Now you're falling, when you should have fell back
So you're falling, right into their lap
Fall and they applaude, they're screaming at the screen
Damn you @#%$ up, like your favourite movie scene
Godfather, Goodfellas, Scarface, Casino
You see what that last run did to Deniro
When he can't beat the odds, can't cheat the cards
Can't blow too hard, life's a deck of cards
Now your tumblin' is humblin', you're fallin' and mumblin'
Under your breath like you knew this day was comin
When your lawyer screws your appeal only thinkin' about a bill
And your chances are nil, damn gravity's ill
When you're falling and you can't get up
All you do is push up, pull up, sit up
Locked down, the town now belongs to the squares
Who swear they won't make the same mistakes that got you there
Your arm candy's sweet on them, and the women you left
For this heffer's got a college degree comin'
But you used-to's, has-beens raggin' 'bout
All the new crews, talkin' @#%$ on the Youtube
'Bout what you used to do, but that's old school
To the new crew, they doin' numbers like Soduku
They're the new you, and it's damn near inevitable
They'll experience deja vu too
Fight and you'll never survive, run and you'll never escape
You'll just fall from grace...
When the Roc broke up, had people losin' hope
Can't lie, they had Mohammed Hovi on the ropes
Now back in the go mode, back to the Go Go
Throwin' the diamond up, reppin' the logo
So what if you flip a couple words, I can triple that with birds
Open your mind, you see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringling Brothers Barnam & Bailey with the pies
No matter how you slice it, I'm your @#%$ guy
Just like the B-boy with 360 waves
Do the same with the pot, it still comes back beige
Whether right or southpaw, I bring the powder to y'all
Whip it around, it still comes back hard
They wanna bring the 80's back
That's okay with me, that's where they made me at
Except I don't write on the wall
I write my name in the history books, hustlin' in the hall
No, I don't spin on my head
I spin my work in the pot, so I can spend my bread
This eighty-seven state of mind that I'm in
In my prime, so for my time I'm Rakim
No pain, no prophet
P, I repeat if you show me with the pot is
Blame Reagan for making me to a monster
Blame Oliver North and Iran Contra
I ran contraband that they sponsored
Before this rhymin' stuff, we were in concert
Way before the bars my picture was gettin' took
Feds, they like wack rappers
Try as they may, they couldn't get me on the hook
Uhhn, DA wanna indict me
Cause fishscales on my veins like a Pisces
The pyrex pot up in my sleeve
Turn one into two like a Siamese twin
the big homey
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^ woah @#%$
and I hear u gritty. But hov is on another level from them dudes
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"Bob...Gun."
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