or that sweet cocaina (c) tony montana. yo whateva, let me know, I'll drive down to philly right now, I just want one more hit and then I promise I'll stop, for real this time. *scratches neck and shoulder*

"I walk around with sick styles, sippin on cristal, my whole cliques wild, I'm rich pal no more sticks I'm making hits now... when I recite you takin hours to write, so if you fight just tell ya man what kinda flowers you like"
-Big L