Is he shittin' me? What? You late again, Smith, and you're fired. I'm lookin' for John Latourno. I can take you. I don't think so, Smith. Right this way. Thank you.
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So what's he need you for? What's he need me for? Talent, dawg. And you know that's my specialty. I'm the one that tipped him on Big O and got that fat man out of flippin' burgers. Roy liked what he heard, split some cash out for that nigga's demo... and... boom... just like that, Big O got himself a deal, and it's all because of me. Roy paid for Big O's demo? Every penny. If they thought Big O was hot, wait till they get a taste of B-Rabbit.
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[Rap Beat]
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I'm building an empire. I'm taking you with me. You're next. A'ight. I'll talk to you later. A'ight. Call me later, dawg. Okay.
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Bunny.! What up, doe? Heard about you and Janeane, dawg.
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But you're still my little Rabbit, right? I need to get to sleep.
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- [Music, Engine Stops] - What the fuck you doin'? - The fuckin' car just died, dawg. - Oh, come on, man. I told you stupid-ass niggas not to be doin' that shit. [Siren Blaring, Approaching]
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Come on, man. - Uh, uh. - Watch that nigga kick this shit. Uh, uh. - All right, speed it up a little bit, Iz. - Come on, baby.
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What are you doin', man? Come on. It's deal time, Rabbit. Our clique'll be on the map after you whup some ass tonight. Me and Janeane just broke up. What, again? And I left her the car. Oh, come on, Rabbit. Yo, she says she's pregnant.
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- [Booing] - Come on! - Where'd y'all find this nigga at? - Hey, Rabbit!
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Come on, Rabbit! Come on, Rabbit!
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Hey, yo.
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Your lyrics are shitty Like when I cop a squat Who told you could fuck with the mighty Papa Doc For steppin' on his stage I should rock your knot Don't get too close or you might get shot Yo, nigga, call your mama and tell her come get you And if she knew him she could bring your midget pops with her I put a hole in your head like a. 12-gauge Lookin'like Kris Kross Jiggity-jump your ass on stage 'Cause I'm a grown man, son I'll slaughter you Make your ma wish that her fat ass aborted you Whoa.! A lot ofhostility at the end of the 45 seconds. Let me get that mike from you. Open up a little bit. Let everybody see your Future. Know what I mean? How y'all feelin' about Shorty Mike right here? [Booing, Yelling] Kind of mediocre love? Just a'ight for Shorty Mike? What do you all think of Papa Doc, man? That's what I'm talking about.! Papa Doc.! [Cheering]
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- I'm gonna murder this man - [Shouting] He the type to lose a fight with a dyke They don't laugh 'cause you wack They laugh 'cause you white with a mike [Laughing] You're a laughingstock When will this laughin'stop When you and Everlast Bitch-ass, get popped You a wigga that invented rhyme for money Watch Li'I Tic split kick the Energizer Bunny Rip the Rabbit head off Toss it to Hugh Hefner 'Cause I don't play, boy Now tell me who's fresher [Crowd] You are! L. T., that's right Cock the heat and shoot ya I'll punish Rabbit Or obsolete Future My paws love to maul an M.C. 'Cause he faker than a psychic with caller I.D. So that bullshit Save it for storage 'Cause this is hip-hop You don't belong You're a tourist So put your hockey sticks and baseball bat away 'Cause this here Detroit 16 Mile Road is thataway Thataway [Future] Whoa, whoa.
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All right, all right. Enough of the fanfare. Call it... heads or tails. Heads.
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A'ight, brother, you go to the next round. A'ight, next up, next up... is my man Bunny Rabbit... and Li'I Tic. Come on, man, bring your asses to the stage. We ain't got all day.
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Okay, okay. Forty-five seconds. Very nice. And you did a good job, Li'I Bitch... I mean, Li'I Tic. My bad. Next up is my boy Bunny Rabbit. [Booing] Hey, nigga, talk all that shit if you want to, but I vouch for this motherfucker right here... he's a motherfucking genius. Dig that shit. Forty-five seconds, Rabbit. D.J., kick it.
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Tails. Choose. You first. - Show. - Li'I Tic, set it off. D.J., 45 seconds. Spin that shit.