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Make sure a ten-o doesn't come whopping bar, he's sure to be dropping caps on all of your asses.
Yes that's right, I am talking about murder, not videogames anymore.
Ryan you are the legitimate street thug, nice Tec-9 on that little bg-li-bli-bling-bling, once that whoop whoop starts rolling around, a little WHOOP WHOOP, you know what I'm saying? Drop a little of that POOH, that tchk tchk krrr, get iced out, blinged out, blasted down, smoke a little of that cron cron slip John, Chron John Silver, you know what I'm saying? Pu-put the drugs on, put the ice on the table get a little of that blu Scooby-Doo, and you'll be all set for the night.