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*ring* |
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Hey, what's up |
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Leave me a message and I'll get back to you |
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*beep* |
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Yo Kim, it's Craig Calman |
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I'm on the corner of Nordstrom and Gades pumpin' this album |
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And the streets are going crazy |
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Hit me back ASAP, please! |
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*beep* |
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Pick up the phone, man |
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You got me talkin' to the answerin' machine |
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You already know who it is, man |
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It's your boy Maino |
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Anyway man |
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You know how we gon' do this thing, man |
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We gon' shut these niggas outta bidness, man |
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Bonnie and Clyde, the new thing going down |
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Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn |
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*beep* |
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Yo, it's Monie, girl |
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Just callin' to say what's up |
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I'm holdin' you down |
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It's much love, girl |
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Yo, tell them marked-ass chicks they ain't got nothin' on you |
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But girl we love you |
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We-we there for you, girl |
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Love you, one |
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Mwuah! |
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*beep* |
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Come on Kim |
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Just had to her |
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It's your brother and sister |
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What the **** is wrong with you? |
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Yo, talk to us |
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Yo, it's Meita, yo |
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You gotta call me back |
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They only got two more bags left in the store |
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We on the wait list |
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Call me back! |
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Kim, when you get home I got that new 2006 Maybach |
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With the convertible shit, yea |
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I got that, so I'ma pick you up in that shit right there, aight? |
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We outta here, yea! |
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*beep* |
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Yo Kim, what up, baby? |
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This is Mike Kaizer checkin' in on you, man |
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Yo man, the governor ain't come all the way over to Atlantic Records for you to not be here |
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I need ya ass to get home real soon |
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So we can handle our business |
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Let's go baby |
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Come on |
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*beep* |
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Yo, listen, this is Gotti, man |
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I just wanna say what up |
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You know what I'm sayin' |
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Yo, put a contract and write somethin' up or somethin' |
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So I can hold that Bentley once in awhile, you know |
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'Cause me and them niggas gonna be tryin' to house shit |
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And all that ya heard! |
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Yo, this Push, big mami |
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What up, baby? |
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I love you, man |
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You gon' get through it, baby |
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Hustle hard, man |
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Queen Bee |
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*beep* |
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Yo, this Monnie Cash, man |
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I heard the album is crazy |
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Ya mean? |
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Yo, tell Mo' I said what up |
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Easy! |
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*beep* |
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Damn Kim, you don't never pick your phone up |
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This is D |
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Yo, I got some paper for you |
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Gimme a call when you get up |
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*beep* |
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Yo, what up, what up |
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This is the toughest nigga in hip hop |
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You know this is G, your partner in crime |
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When you get a chance give me a call |
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'Cause I know you got that phone with you |
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You prolly got Gucci gel sheets and all that shit |
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Oh, I heard you was the first bitch to have a fashion show in jail |
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Just give me a call as soon as you get this message |
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You gotta get this next album done |
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I'm out, Atlantic's on my back |
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Later |
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*beep* |
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Yo Kim, what up? |
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It's your man Mr. Rogers |
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I just heard your album, that shit is bananas |
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Yo, we miss you out here |
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The streets really need you |
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Yo, get back soon |
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Be safe |
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Tell Mo' I said hold her head |
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One |
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*beep* |
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It's your mother****in' sis |
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The L to the mother****in' A, La |
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You know I got you |
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They always try to take the good ones down |
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But you know we risin' |
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And when we rise it ain't no mother****in' stoppin' us |
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It's all good |
