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Intro (Septagram) lyrics
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ILL BILL
"When you rip off the New York mob, the only place to hide is a jungle where no one wants to look."
"Come on, b*tch, where's your stuff?"
"If the cops don't nail them, the syndicate will...
Make them die slowly!"
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