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yo, son, my bad. don't dis. jus' b givin' props 'n nuff respec'. cellphonez iz liek magic, how do dey werk? shit's bananas, my brotha'.
u got's ta chill d'hough. them digits wuz on da baffroom wall nex' ta "git mad head ###-####", so i b thinkin' dat u gonna git yr numba blown up liek craaaazeeeee.
5000, g
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