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[Clattering, Banging] [Knocking On Door] [D.J. Iz] Man, ain't nobody here. [Future] I can't believe they sent him home already. If you ain't got insurance, the medical establishment will fuck you up. Where the fuck else would he be? Just thank God he's alive. [Scoffs] No. Thank God he didn't shoot his fuckin' dick off. That's why brothers need to sign themselves a deal. I'm tellin' you. Record labels supply niggas with the benefits they need. Dawg, if we sign us a deal, you can take the motherfuckin' benefits. We talkin' Bentleys and Benjamins, not Blue Cross and Blue Shield. I don't give a fuck about none of that. I just wanna hear Three And A Third on the box, know what I'm sayin'? One of them strong songs on J LB, you know? We need to save that shit up, put it into savings bonds. We can build our own studio... Savings bonds? Let me ask you a question, dawg. How the fuck are we brothers? We need fine bitches and phat rides, - No goddamn savings bonds. - That's all we ever do, man, is talk shit. "We need to get fine bitches and phat rides!" "No, what we need to do is put our money in savings bonds." "No, what we need to do is get our songs on J LB." Man, shut the fuck up. All of us never do shit about nothin'. We're still broke as fuck and live at home with our moms.