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Last chance records, may I help you?
Oh, what's up girl! Young nigga came over last night, and guess what
He was a Busta But hold on a second
Excuse me, may I help you?
Yeah, I wanna see Chester, I got an appointment with him
Won't you have a seat, he'll be with you shortly
Mr Johnson, your 2:30 is here
Eh, send him in. Damn, your showing a little good today girl
Mr johnson will see you now
Hahai heey! Come on in here boy, see I told you you was goin' be a star, didn't I?
Man, fuck being a star, I want some motherfucking money man, you own me some money
Man, money! wha'?
Man, my record went double platinum, what the fuck is you talkin' About!
Let me... - Fuck that!
Aaooww! you didn't have to shoot me
Yeah, muthafucka, now fuck that! It's too late for that shit!
Aaaww!, You shot Mr Johnson!
Shup up, Bitch!
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