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yeah it's even fuckin worse when they wonder why you're honking at them and giving them the finger, like they don't even know how retarded they are
or when somebody almost drives into you then they use their horn and give you an evil look, fuckin idiots, it's their fault they don't know how to drive and they think it's your fault
idiots
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R.I.P. Lamont Coleman a.k.a. Big L -- 1975-1999
"Your ice don't shine an your chain hollow/ why you front in clubs for hours wit tha same bottle/ takin midget sips/ I run wit the richest clicks/ Tap the thickest chicks/ plus drop the slickest hits/ you know nothin about L/ so don't doubt L/ what's this muthafuckin rap game wit out L/ Yo that's like jewels wit out ice/ that's like china wit out rice/ or the holy bible wit out christ/ tha bulls wit out mike/ crack heads wit out pipes/ or hockey games wit out fights/ don't touch the mic if you aint able to spit/ flamboyant is tha label i'm wit.. muthafucka.... Big L"
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