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Maybe create a bomb made of match-heads
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and day-old shits?
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Nope. I knew this crackhead.
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His name was Tookie.
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Homeboy was connected, yo.
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I mean, ran heron in and out the joint for the mob.
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Ah, shit yeah.
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It's good to see you again, baby.
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I love you, baby.
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I can't wait to feel this come out my reckum.
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And then one night, we was like,
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"yo, Tookie, you gettin' us