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    Yo, yo, it's like this Dunn
    Uh-huh, yo

    Sittin back plottin on ways
    How we can get this money, we need us a payday
    Dig in my pocket, it's nuttin but change
    I dig deeper, but still comin up wit change
    So we, called our lawyers to fix this shit
    He said it's aight, we bout to be _Free Agents_
    Have patience, we can't though, we need paper
    Like thirty-five million'll straighten us up
    It's nuttin for us to make these songs that bump
    Shit that out, then tour for like six months but..
    This can't be life, this can't be all there is for us
    We need more cream to splurge
    Thinkin back, how we used to pick herbs
    Me and Hav' in Manhattan, stickin up cowards
    for they wallets and Starter hats
    For anything worth somethin, we beat 'em out of that
    But fuck all that, we grown men, we need Porsches
    We need Porsche endorsements and more shit
    Yeah Dunn, that sound righteous
    I feel stressed though -- so I just
    hop in my truck for a drive
    Bring my nine, cause that's how I stay alive
    As I peel in my Jeep, turnin up this
    Goin through withdrawal cause man do I miss
    A pint of E&J, some haze, a twist
    Me and Hav' on a flight to Rome witcho' bitch
    Yes, that's my favorite shit
    But without the dollars it don't make sense
    So I, write that shit that grab you
    Hit up the studio, that's how we get paid in full
    YEAH - that's what we get paid to do
    The next contract we sign'll be monumental

    Uh-huh, yo.. sittin contemplatin on plans
    Like a bomb with a short fuse with this gat inside my hand
    I need paper, lookin at these stick-up kids
    Got me thinkin bout the previous things I did
    Gettin bent up, feelin fed up, whattup Dunny
    Stomach touchin, niggaz over here type hungry
    Waitin on my turn just got me hyper
    And impatient, maybe I might just
    Lurk with my forty-five, if you outside
    I advise yo' ass to hide
    We talk with the heat, lettin it spit
    Move out the way and you can STILL get hit
    They wonder why I'm riskin all this cash I made
    Put your feet in my shoes you gon' see it my way..
    So niggaz wanna stunt it's cool
    My stomach never full, and I will eat your food

    Aiyyo Hav', check this out
    You go to your girl house and I'll go to mines
    Cause my girl definitely mad it took us too long to do this album

    Yeah and call Chris Shapiro to make sure they triple that advance man

    Aight, no doubt, don't forget we got a flight early tomorrow
    Gotta be on time

    No doubt, I'ma see you there my nigga
    Make sure you remind Noyd, to call Alchemist, and we good

    Aight, no question son
    Aiyyo what happened to peace? .. {PEACE!!}

    ["celebration" skit follows]

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