So, let's get right to the point. Y'all got any music? Tape, DAT, what you got?
Yeah, here you go. Check it out.
Yeah, somethin' funky.
Ok, Lance . . . Lance, let's check this out. [It's on.]
[Tape placed into cassette. Music ensues.]
Yo, y'all got the shit. Man, that's the bomb, man, check this out. I got these little contract papers. Man, why don't we just check 'em out and let's sign 'em and, you know, get this deal done.
Aw, yeah. I'm a call my attorney tomorrow and let him check these out.
Naw, there's no need for no attorney, man. Trust me, just trust me on this. I promise you, man. Y'all gonna be on top of this industry. You gon' be the hottest rappers. You're gonna have expensive cars, big mansions, yachts, boats, pounds of sticky, money comin' out yo' pockets, jewelry--everything. I'm tellin' you. I promise you the world. Just trust me. I promise you. I promise you. I promise you . . .
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