| Secretary: This is how we do it… this is how we do it
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| Sec: Last chance records, may i help you?
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| Oh, what’s up girl! |
| Young nigga came over last night, and guess what
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| He was a busta. |
| But hold on a second
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| Excuse me, may I help you?
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| Poison: Yeah, I wanna see Chester, I got an appointment with him
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| Sec: Won’t you have a seat, he’ll be with you shortly
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| Sec: Mr Johnson, your 2:30 is here
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| Mr J: Eh, send him in. Damn, your showing a little good today girl
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| Sec: Mr johnson will see you now
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| Mr J: He heey! |
| Come on in here boy, see I told you you was goin' be
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| A star, didn’t I?
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| P: Man, fuck being a star, I want some motherfucking money man, you ow
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| Me
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| Some money
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| Mr J: Man, money! |
| wha???
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| P: Man, my record went double platinum, what the fuck is you talkin'
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| About!
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| Mr J: Let me…
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| P: Fuck that!
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| Mr J: AAOOWW! |
| you didn’t have to shoot me…
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| P: Yeah, muthafucka, now fuck that! |
| It’s too late for that shit!
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| Sec: AAAW, You shot Mr Johnson!
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| P: SHUT UP, BITCH! |