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The Fleshy Part of the Thigh.

"Damn. Who needs Hot 97? I got New Yorker and MySpace."

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Posted by Omar on July 14, 2006 10:53 AM |

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Gravy reads like a character straight out of Fear of a Black Hat.

"I reach my hand over, and I see I’m bleeding. I didn’t see the hole. I can’t see behind my ass."

"That's not what it's about. What happened happened, and I'm still alive, God willing. You know, just like the name of my album, 'God Willing.'"

"If I died, or if I had to go through a shit bag -- you know, where you get shot in the stomach and you can't shit regular, got to wear the bag -- they'd be playing me like crazy."

"So many dudes cause problems. My motto now is: Four or five deep, I'm good. Four or five dudes, plus security."

Posted by: x amount. | July 14, 2006 11:32 AM

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