"Don't believe everything you hear: Real eyes, Realize, Real lies"
"Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket, Have a party at my funeral let every rapper rock it Let the hoes that I used to know, from way before Kiss me from my head to my toe, Gimme a paper and pen so I can write about my life of sin, Couple bottles of gin, in case I don't get in."
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Source: Song: Point the Finga, 1993
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