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were some of my best days LOL
Of course we all smelled like Pizza Hut 24/7 since we all worked there 
Now if you want hostile (since you are taking me back to the day) listen to some old Bone Thugs
From Bizzy's verse- (and in the 1 in a million chance Bizzy reads this, lay off the drink man. We need you around for a while)
Hit 'em up, inside mines be blowin' up, I'm dumpin'. Remember: me spray 'em, slay 'em, gauge 'em, layin' 'em up off in a
coffin, ready to fade 'em, to buck or to shoot with the twelve gauge eruptions, creep out your seat, would ya? We come to
stay, found out none of my niggas was bluffin'. For the love of the murder, man, the murder game, the same, but a bang, bang,
bang.
Can't resist to bump you, now pow, runnin' 'em all off. St. Clair thugs stay down for the murder mo, oh no, ho, when a
thugsta stroll, forty-fours still pointed at the po-pos, stop 'em, drop 'em, numb those 'til they out cold, they froze. You know,
nigga, we can't be bluffin'. We bang insane. When I put one to your temple, mo murda, then blow out your brain.
