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Our friendship seemed to be based on what I could do for you, homie
The sad fact is I'm the type of person that would take two for you, homie
You ever give so much till a mother-fucker can't give no more?
Give so much of his soul that he feel he can't live no more?
What you want from me? You want blood from me. Want another dub from me, money?
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