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You gotta sit down with your legs and be like "FUCK YOU, BITCH! You work for ME, now!!!!" and when they start to complain you say "Do I need to raise my voice again?! Now take me to the kitchen so I can get my fucking gatorade."
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Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest.
-Breathin, Tupac.
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