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I think he's upset about his family bitching, not the actual hunger.
Fill their stomachs with uppercuts. "Uppercuts. It's what's for dinner."
And my rant is that I need sex.
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Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest.
-Breathin, Tupac.
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