Uptown 4 Life

Verse one: {lil' ya}

Goin' for it all i want to ball fall
So give me some chip's, i got's a
Motherfuckin' nine on my hip,
I'm pissed, ain't nothin' shakin'
Shit's slow like before once again
I'm on the come up bro.
Called yella out his house
Man, we got money to make
Scooped tec off infaret
Then we make shit shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, gettin' word on the bird's
Where they flyin', i'm a kill you if you lyin'
His cousin gave me the urge to want me take
What you got, give me yo yae, give me yo ring's
And yo boulevard watch, why you at take that
Link of yo neck, put it in my bag with the key's
To yo jag, i got to get yo gun's out yo fuckin' attic
Don't try to test my nut's and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy make ya duck
When you see a nigga pluck, boo-koo
Bullets, at yo motherfuckin' dome,
Bitch, you should have knew you couldn't run from the chrome

Chorus:

It's best ya scram cuz i'm a champion
I'm dumpin' on 'em
I'm actin' a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em
I'm gettin' low down and dirty with the dirty thirty
Ya see i'm in yo neighbored hood and my nose dirty
{2x}

Verse two: {tec-9}

We be dumpin' on corner's like
Nigga what it be like,
Nigga be hangin' all night to keep they grip tight
Everybody know i'm a fool on the come up move
My baby boy need's new shoes
So what the fuck am i to do
Show a nigga how i act a ass on the trigger
Fully automatic m-11 nigga
So how you figure that i'm the nigga to fuck with
Graduated from slangin' yae to this dope shit
Twenty dollars a bag is what i'm givin'
Ak's, two twenty three's, momma still livin'
Momma tellin' me the rent's due
Big brother doin' five called to tell me
It's all on u, i became a man before my time
It's on my mind, i'm now hustlin'
To pay bill's and still make mine
Now i'm caught up in that game livin' day for day
I got reason's to leave and reason's to stay
To see the finer thing's in life
Maybe get myself a wife, and settle down
But all these dope fiend's keep comin' around
What ya got? could it be they all want to see the
Nigga with the fiyah out that 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, white natural
Bullet lyrical dropper, i run with nigga's
Who don't give a fuck and carry chopper's
I got to have it daddy, i'm on the come up
Label me black connection 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya dealin' rock's, keep them snap's in yo pocket
Cuz i see the po-po's, y'all know them hoes
Tryin' to keep a nigga down
But i'm a hound, i hate to do it to my own kind
But ain't love, if you takin' mine
Lyin' think and behind, say what's up to
My nine milli settin' of somethin' silly
Now tell me what ya wanna do cuz
I'm dumpin' on 'em! bitch!

Third verse: {yella boy}

I'm loaded got my double shot now
It's time to rock shop
I'm aimin' for the dome i'm gonna make
Everybody drop the ground
I'm a buck 'em down with them double shot's
I be's after a bitch a nigga de knock's upon the front door
I'm a play it smooth, then wipe the floor
The door cracked, i kicked it in and let both shoot's go
Three nigga's bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor
I found the ca¡ìh in a glass trash bag stash
I count's the coke and out the back
I made a swift dash
Hopped in my hoptie headed uptown
I ditched the body so it wouldn't let the shell's found
My criminal thought as i got closer to the bus station
No question's ask i call my dog
Let's take a fuckin' vacation
I got to run and the money fuck the city blue's
Ya bitch!

Chorus {till the end}

Mac melph calio gonna rape you for yo life ya bitch you
Believe dat yeah!

Chorus

Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Ya better back up off before i rape ya for life ya bitch
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Nolia soldiers the melph boys the melph boys
Calio calio

( tec-9)
Ya better watch dis mascara that's about to occur
I'm pretty sure to buck 'em down because i got the most rounds
Up in my chamber release my anger
Straight at you!
I hear the po-pos as they say my name over the dispatch
But i'm round the way hidin' wit my boy who knows me real well
No matter the price a real nigga will never sell you out
Cuz nigga that's not what its all about
We droppin' 'em down if ya runnin' off at the mouth
Yeah! dem boys at 6 and b.b. comin' up
You gets buck straight to the ground
If ya talkin' about ya comin' around
Lil' niggas becomin' bigger niggas everyday!
Initiation spray a nigga wit an a-k
Block parties drinkin' 40's smoke somethin' wit meeee
We like to roll tightly without the seeds
Like kilo i be coastin' full of that potion
Nigga flowin' so pass the weed around to meeee
When i'm high i'm like kurtis nigga superflyyyy
We be deep so watch my back if we chose to sleep
Will i live to see my 21st birthday
Will i live to told the world what my niggas from around the way
I got dat flava that will save ya
Money hungry bitches blowin' up my pager
But beep me some time and i am call you back
But for now i'm in the hood
Smokin' on a fat sac!

Chorus

Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Ya better back up off before i rape ya for life ya bitch
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Nolia soldiers the melph boys the melph boys
Calio calio

(lil' ya)
I'm not that average one of them lil' niggas
So let me clerify packin' a gat
For real black because where i'm at its do or die
My peeps up in that project protectin' makin' reck shops
Its good to be alive in 96 i tot my 9 glock
My niggas out that 3rd keepin' dem
Blunts steady passin'
The dope is steadily flowin'
Mutherfukers steady blastin'
I'm racin' for my shit i bet ya mutherfuckers recognize!
And if ya didn't know ya better ask somebody!
In 1996 we shinners soldiers out da nolia
I told ya i'm a roller
But i guess ya ain't hear me though
I'm kickin'it on a level that a buster nigga
Can't touch!
A rebel runnin' rhymes leavin' bitch niggas fucked up!
Strickly representing' kickin' it for my niggas out the 3rd
Servin' silly suckers jealous niggas get what dey deserve
Pass me the disc jump in the back
And snort a lot drain got me booted
Now i'm zooted out my mind
Straight out the 3rd i know ya heard
That we a bout it
Niggas packin' steal rapin' bitches and gettin' rowdy!
If ya caught slippin' or trippin'
Without the clippin' ya flippin'
Because we bustin' and bustin'
Never missin' always hittin' nigga!

Chorus

Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Ya better back up off before i rape ya for life ya bitch
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Nolia soldiers the melph boys the melph boys
Calio calio

(yella)
A buck connection temple surely
Another murder in your town got the streets
A certi i'm closin' shop wit the noise
From a large weapon its on again
The thirds got to teach another lesson
I got a click thats quick to buck
Bitch buckle up when i come
I come aimin' strickly for the throat on up
I'm like a tractor as i bulldozer in those streets
Quiet is kept that i creep and knock you off yo feet
Then meet yo name the next day at yo j-o-b
Hurricane yella just swept through yo fuckin' town
I throw my bullets as if i'm on the pitcher mound
Red handkerchief representin' assholin'
The theme plus leavin' yo fuckin' head swollen
Like mo b dick i'm deavin' quick up in this gangsta shit
My probelm solvers bullets wit dem extra clips
I dips and dale wit my ree's strap up real tight
I'm wit my dogs and we on bloody all night fight
I'm full of the dope out the comost roll like a molle
The whole third got my back we comin' through
Watch yo back its the mac melph calio crew
Bustin' ya up servin' ya up wit dem choppers
Its the third aka call us life stoppers
I take ya to war like the desperado
All my dogs on the scene wit the extra hollow
Now i'm the driver of the u-haul
Filled wit the third the backs open
Cuz we dumpin' somebody gettin' served
One for all all for one now the jobs done
The victorythe third somebody smoked
Somebodys elses son
Its the fella wit the chucks in front of the crowd
Like the days of the 11 o 8
The thirds goin' out
Ya bitch you!

Chorus

Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Ya better back up off before i rape ya for life ya bitch
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Nolia soldiers the melph boys the melph boys
Calio calio

[lil ya]

Maaaaaaaaaaaan!!!!!!! we need to run that....u.p.t. for life!!!!!!!

[yella]
Damn nigga!

[chorus-yella, lil ya, & tec-9]

Get into it with a nigga gotta tote my gun
(we live by the gun, we die by the gun)
Get into it with a nigga gotta tote my gun,
It's plain to see, you can't change me i'm a uptown nigga for life! (2x)

[1st verse-tec-9]

Nigga it's judgment day, can you face these 3 niggas actin' reckless
Jack ya for your necklace, the rhyme specialists
Sportier than the sport itself, droppin' these bustas like flies, i despise
As i shoot ya down look me in my eyes,
And you will know, you wouldn't have to think ya bigger
Because you know, that i'm the one who pulled the trigger
Bloody bodies 226 hit nigga
Bloody bodies i'm wettin' up your hilfiger
Step aside nigga uptown is on the way
>from the mac melph calio all strapped with k's
Catch a muthafucka sleep and i'll wet ya down
When i creep the last thing you remember is my frown
Suckas fakin' it cuz a nigga from the u be makin' it
You can call me the 9-6 pissy bomb,
You can call me the 9-7 deion
This clique this clique be fully equipped, equipped
Disrespect the 2-2-6 and you get whipped, flipped, chipped
Back to bustaland,
I know you see the semi-automatic that i'm holdin' in my right hand
I got a closet full of t-shirts with homies on em
Wonderin' when my face is gonna be on one
I find myself gettin' off into alot of drama
Protect the cocaine, protect my mama
Fuck chasin', i'm waitin' patient in your daughter
You underestimated me, but i'm rock hard
The game's the same, you disrespect you lose your brain
(why tec????)
Cuz i'm an uptown nigga for life!

[chorus]

[2nd verse-lil ya]

Nigga i just touched ground i gotta get uptown
I'm strapped and yeah i'm trapped, pushin' weight and fuckin' with that furl
And i can't stop, because it's my way of survivin'
Doin' what i gotta do to make a fuckin' living
I'm doin' my own thing
Born to let my nuts hang
I got a fresh bundle full of dimes and now it's time to slang
I hit the set bet check i'm in effect!
And if ya fall short, bitch ya body i gots to wet!
I gotta have it, i gots to have it silly rabbit
I'm like fork diggin' in your heart trigger smart
Street smart, aimin' at your head in the dark
Don't make me start pluckin' at'cha bitch
They gone read my raps and say i'm straight and i never miss
Shit,i represent, that u.p.t.
I'm givin' shots to my homies off of valence street
Much love to them niggas with the 2-23's
And all the ballas, playas, and gangstas that run with me
My dog sloop, my nigga nu-nu, tony, fat, shorty
Wee, lil tee, wild jack and my uncle hardy
Tee, that nigga b.g., herc, and nico
I had rights done to say the gangstas rest in peace though
Gary, lil wallace, fred, nookie, and lil' tyron
Jamie, laurie, pops, p, and my homie byron
Levi, ty, mike, jake, and my people snake
Uptown's the shit for the 9-6 bitch!

[chorus]

[3rd verse-yella]

I'm so wild, that i think i oughtta hang with niggas
And start bustin' at them boys in blue who playa hatin'
The southern niena bursts ain't nothin' but a death circle
Lil' children gettin' sliced while they watchin' urkel
It's five o clock, nigga you bouts to loose your knees
It's snaps boys who be totin' them 2-23's
Or watch me ball on the heat back in '83
On top of that here come the po-po's rest in peace they will be
Don't try to dodge us, chances slim as roger
I bucks roger's, pourin' hits like the dodgers
I'm all about survival, and dead on arrival
Blowin' shit to my rivals under accounts from the assualt rifle
I'm here to dismantle and cause a defect in your life
I'm on a rampage, time to gather all the gats
Cuz i'll come through, and i'ma leave you haters on the flats
And you'd wish me, that i'm a nigga who don't handle biz
We live by the trig, we die by the trig
Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move
I break crews goin' chop hittin' non-stop
And i was taught to make your heart stop, body drop
Now tears drop, nigga you done picked him off my block
And that's why you got served, nigga you must learn
You fall short, the desert eagle's gonna make you burn
The shit is real, now do you feel me?
Cuz if you don't your bodies gonna get tied
For a long ride,
In my trunk, i wonder, if harriet tubman had the chance
Would she have learned to do the eddie bauer dance?
Wow, how, quickly would we have got in that water for her?
Sellin' quarters
Fuck sittin' in the back of the bus, bitch gimme this bus
I woulda did more than fuss
I would have upped a big pistol, guns from the 2-2-6
Black connection you bitch you

[chorus] (2x)

[lil ya]

Say that say that say that!

Chorus: {tec-9}

Why is everybody player hate'n me
I guess it cuz, i''m ballin' in that u.p.t.
It's the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me
Why is everybody player hate'n me
I guess it cuz, i''m ballin' in that u.p.t.
It's the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me

Verse one: {tec-9}

I be the rock-rowler nigga you be the puppy
Hittin' at'cha, spittin' at'cha nigga
You better not let me catch'cha
Now who slipped and left the fuckin' gate's open
I'm on the outside waitin' scopin' out opportunity's
To make a motherfuckin' million is this industry and
I know you recognize i'm threatin' to shut 'em down
Strike 'em down like lightin' it's quite excitin'
To be the player that i be once again call me
The capital t-e-c pimpin' hoes tighter then a nigga
Rollin' opitomes, so won't ya holla if ya see me nigga
Don't knock me, just watch me, as i rise to the top
Black connection nigga, and i be slangin' all night
Sleepin' all day, can't figure out how i turned out that way
I hang around slanger's gang banger's rapper's and kidnapper's
Now why is everybody playa hate'n me
Ski mask's passin' me by so why should i try
If i'm not strapped with my automatic ak
Anyway, i'm a spray when i hit the corner

Chorus

Verse two: {tec-9}

Got four across the top, nigga all gold's
Ya see, bitches come a fuckin' dime a dozen
They see me chillin' with the wife, and
Start the trouble, but on the double
I'll bust a bubble, break a neck, chin check
To get respect, like that y'all
Yeah, i'm rollin' by kind of high in a
Candy shaw, got connects with the mob
Bill's payed up front, black connection's
Givin' a party you got's to bring yo own blunt
I wonder if i'm a last to the end of time
Or will my face end up on tee shirt's
My family cryin' with all this playa hate'n goin'
On in this world today, who's real who's not
Nobody's safe to say, i see some nigga's
Who claim to be down, but ain't really down
Cuz when you down, them motherfucker's stop comin' around
So i'm a stick to the g-code,
Don't change the nigga's that you came up with
Them the real nigga's,
The bigger nigga's that you hang with and slang with
Try'na find a way to come up on a few key's
Try'na find a way to come up on a few gee's

Chorus: {tec-9}

Why is everybody player hate'n me
I guess it cuz, i''m ballin' in that u.p.t.
It's the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me

Verse three: {tec-9}

Got a back yard full of nigga's screamin'
Let me go, but i don't think so
Because you know i'm the bounty hunter,
Bounty hunter comin' to get'cha,
The shit that i be carryin' straight up split'cha
I propolize the situation keep on thuggin'
Tellin' me you think i'm all that, but i'm just hustlin'
Comin' up in the game, steady fillin' up my cocaine
I fuck with real nigga's we live, you die
I often dream of straight makin' it
You got's to be about them dollar's ain't no fakin' it
Break out the bacon soda, break out the cola
Whip it for a hour, bring it back like a boulder
It's time for distribution, fuckin' confusion
Closin' my competition shop down
Yo look for me, or you get struck down
Ain't no goin' down my attitude is straight rude
When i was lookin' out for us, you was lookin' out for you
My enemies are around me, and in my face
They got my crossed out and locked down in that place
But i'll be back and down for an 187, it get's the job done
Because i brought my mock-11, fully automatic
Prepare to handle static, rat-a-tatta
Won't y'all look at all these nigga's scatter
Before i let the bullet's go, i watch the nigga break
To his knee's and cry just like a hoe
{bitch ass nigga}

Chorus

{tec-9 talkin'}

Spit my rhymes all around and y'all sang my shit
Say yella, them fool's wasn't ready for that huh
Yeah, cuz i'm ballin' in that u.p.t.
Ride out with that shit
It's the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me
Spit my rhymes all around and y'all sang my shit
Spit my rhymes all around and y'all sang my shit
Switch my rhymes all around and say that shit
Now why is everybody playa hate'n me
I guess it cuz i'm ballin' in that u.p.t.
It's the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me
Why's everybody playa hate'n me

Where the furl nigga? where the earl nigga?
Gonna get ya fuckin' mind right.
Tell me where the furl nigga. where the furl nigga?
Gonna get ya fuckin' mind right.
Where the furl nigga? where the furl nigga?

Chorus:
I got a pocket full of furl! (hello!)
So won't you go and get the earl!!
(hello!)
I got a pocket full of furl! (hello!)
And i'm gon' send you in that world.

I don't give a fuck who you be
You ain't finna sell no fuckin' furl in that 1-2-3
You can be tony montana in this bitch with a boatload of furl nigga you still
Ain't sellin' shit
Start robbin' niggas back in 1993 and if you come on my set
Then nigga ya gots to face me
6 slugs strong comin' straight from that 3
I'm gettin' you full of that, boy
Nigga i know you know me.

Chorus

Bitch peep me out i'm on the set pushin' that boat
Listenin' to a nida cuz that bitch brings me joy
Nigga walked up said he was sick and needed a hit
And so i tooked the 14 fuck the 6 i can't sweat it
The seater push my shit cuz i'm tryin' to make a mill
No time to chill because i gotta pay my bills
And slippin' in the game, (mm mm)i ain't havin' it
That's why (when i'm on the set i'm always packin' my gat nigga)
In case a nigga try to nut up, get bucked up
And run up and jump up
I have to leave ya fucked up
I know my furl be fuckin' with yo' mind
Cuz it's that torture and your makin' lines(3 whole lines)
I got that fire, so won't ya come and buy a
Bag of that hello, downtown niggas door to door

Chorus

B.g.:
Gimme that boy, gimme that dope, i'm bout to go in that world
Get on the mic, buy big roofers, get a bag of that furl
It's my money so i bought it
My nose, so i snorted
I tried it the first time and you know i got retarted
I was spooked as the fuck
Thought that i was in a maze
That nasty raw had a b.g. like me feelin' dazed
I went inside draggin' that monkey on me
My momma dis-owned me
That furl owned me
????????
I was on that fuckin' b and it had me real lazy
Now that b.g. graduated got me feelin' real crazy
I started scratchin' and scratchin'
Started itchin' and itchin'
Pullin' my trigger till it's clickin' if a nigga start bitchin
I got a habit got me trippin'
Gat right beside me
Dope got me wanted for 3 armed robberies
Fuck, i'm trapped
I need a shoulder to lean
15 (what you is?)
A strung out dope fiend

Tec-9:
Motherfucker you touch my bag, then nigga you bought that bag
Niggas leanin' to catch the habit but i just can't have it
Although i fly all night and serve 'em proper
The money hungry crimp stopper
That fuckin' ???
Nigga hit me with that 580
If i'm busy i'ma send you to grab my old lady
Stationary nigga i ain't playin' on the real
That same torture that brought ya to that other level took a ride bout ya
And stopped them water ????
Same dope man look here
Who would ever thought that dope would take a nigga under
Sometimes i wonder why all these niggas around me
Could it be they want a bag of that capital t-e-c
Goddamn, what a nigga will do for a program
Who i am, the motherfuckin' dope man
For sure fall, don't make me go and get my four four bulldog
Because you know i'm gonna act a fuckin' peer hog
I got grams, half a gram, bundles and them whole thangs
I'm all about that 11 5 man

Chorus

Yella:
Just gots to pack it, i'm in the back of the cabby
Readin dear abby
Like a cool john dillinger up in the 90's
Shots open i got just whats the fuck you need
All you snorters and you shooters come and see me
I'm on the block with the raw like you never saw
I got a pouch full of shells from my sawed off
Hit you in ya habit daddy
I'm goin' all the way out
You heard we gots the fire now you startin' to bad mouth
But we's a click that won't quit
Got ya bitches sick
Ya got a bag from the fella now ya full
The fuck i'm never puttin' over a half up on my product
Now you can look if you deal with me
Stay real with me
And i just might throw you a extra bag
Issue out some samples, they runnin' like earl campbell
If you fall short i gots to make you out of an example
You bitch you (you bitch you)
And we gots that furl

Chorus

Verse one: {lil' ya}

It's that nigga of the block call me the hood mac
Down to make some snaps so what's the haps?
Do i need the strap?
Will somebody give me a extra clip?
Cuz i'm a need it if these niggas try to trip
They might even try some of that funny shit
If they do, they fuckin' wig i'm a split
I'm a get my point across cuz i'm the boss
Walkin' with my mossed bird, double barrel sawed off pump
With some soldiers behind me called the black connection
Bet you bottom dollar we be tighter then some bird fly
You bests to run if you gun is on safety
Be handy with the steel if you ever try to face me
Nigga don't you miss because if you do i'm a retaliate
And before ya shut yo head and fuckin' face
Don't get mad because yo tot your 'k' from the city
Lil' ya fa'sho just call me the frank nitty
Takin' no pity leavin' yo city destroyed
Bustin' down yo door to take your coke and all yo boy
Then i leave the scenery my pockets full of greenery
Blood on my back and no more bullets in my mac
Watch yo back nigga

Chorus: {tec-9/yella boy/lil' ya}

Parley is cool and ok
But i rather chill and hussle
I break it to them easy fit the pieces to the puzzle
Parley is cool and ok
But i rather chill and hussle
Nigga we got dem flippers for that ass
{2x}

Verse two: {yella boy}

Like black and moe i got this shit sold
Cock diesel by my side another homicide
I'm back up on the scenery ya bitch you
I'm from the third u. n. l. v. who the hell are you?
Now if you think you can beat me to the draw faw?
Try yo luck, because i'm a mover in the u-haul
Yo ass in trouble, when i plot and get there on the double
Ain't nothin' shakin', when the real nigga hit the block
Fully auto amo aimin' at you non stop
Slickie grease i got yo draws down
I'm pased once, i'm comin' back around to act a clown
No freakin' out because i'm used to this bloody streak
Everyday and all night i keep my heat
Don't give a fuck i play it real as it fuckin' go
I ain't no hoe i spin the bin lettin' bullets flow
Now can you coke with the gate like scope, nope
I ain't no joke see i'm straight downin' folks
I'm on the real with the bill fifty loc song
I put my stop to all you wanna bee's instantly
Then i vanish hangin' with the spanish
I'm ducked off i'll be right back at you
I'm here to stay now bitch you like a statue
Ya see i'm dumpin' bullets if you try to disrespect my set
I beat i'll leave yo ass wet, because i'm in a affect
With the mag ninety, spittin' at you and yo crew
Comin' to down you, quickly try'na get rid of you
I catch a drain put yo ass in pain
Fuckin' with the yella another unsolved slang
I come to buck you down because i'm a fuckin' clown
The black is in a position that it's supposed to be in
As i spin the bin once again

Chorus: {2x}

Verse three:{tec-9}

Niggas i got that flipper bigger den the big dipper
We blowin' up slangin' this motherfuckin' gangsta shit
We be rockin' up slab have the money in my hood
Keep it good, protect the money that you make
You bitch niggas can't fade what we put together
No matter the weather i be ridin' around with
That four-four in my leather
Two extra clips to make sure yo bitch ass flips
So catch the cut
Nigga what's happenin' with all that gafflin'
Get ready for strappin' because you know
I'm bout that action daddy ok today
I take a ride with my ak
Somebody don ratted out my rock shop
And told the cops my chillin' spot
Where i hang at my reservation
Jeopardizin' my probation
But i got to hussle to keep my shit tight right?
If it means i have to walk the streets all
Motherfuckin' night all my hommies are out
Enjoyin' there selves (where you at tec-9)
I'm slangin' rocks in the motherfuckin' meplh
Now let's elevate a take it to another level
Work it off the beeper flowin' from my nigga keith
Use the code that i give you hit me i'm a hit you
Now picture me ballin' the emenies around me
Waitin' for me to go down
Player hater's are created by the hour
Dope deal gone sour
Replace the yae with the flour
Break a quarter key down i can't fuck with that
Give a nigga ounce of that furl and i can fuck with that
I would love to go out and parley with my homies
Today but i got's to pay bills and tomorrow's the first man

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