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| (Feat. Notorious B.I.G., Busta Rhymes, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks)
Yo the sun don't shine forever but as long as its here then we might as well shine togeher Better now than never business before pleasure P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] Yeah! [B.I.G.] One [P. Diddy] As we procede to give you what you need! [B.I.G.] One...Two! [P. Diddy] It's all fucked up now! [50 Cent] Yo! [P. Diddy] What the fuck yaw gonna do now? [50 Cent] Yo, we can't stay alive forever So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more hos and more cheddar G-Unit move around wit them pounds and barreta's Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me I'm cocky, rap's Rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga I'll plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga I'm the wrong one to provoke You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked So the only thing left now is toast for these cowards I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers [B.I.G.] In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit em He don't like me, hit em while wifey was wit em You heard of us, the murderers, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of *Satan*, they say my killings too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson Action, pack guns, ridiculous And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso Now you call me Castro, my rap flows Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone Hold hands and say it like me The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic Park did quick to spark kids who start shit See me, only me The Underboss of this holocaust Truly yours, Frank White [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggas is at? [2X] Where the fuck my bitches at Where my bitches is at? [P. Diddy] A yo, it can't stay dark for long They say its darkest before the dawn Calms before the storm I'm happy Mase N. Bethea's now preaching the Psalms I can see B.I. rocking the Sean John yeah right This is what Life After's like B.I. Frank White Yo Bad Boy for life No matter what the public say we gon prove It aint another emcee who could fill ya shoes Coz Biggie Smalls is the illest Realest my stones the chillest got homes and villas Overseas and what was me I found out other MCs been tryin to find ya route It's ill when emcees used to be on other shit Took home "Life After Death" and they studied it Listened to the double disk Now they all spit, like they all legit Frank tell how we get! [B.I.G.] We got the shit, mapped tight, brass knuckles and flashlights The heaters in the two-seaters, with two mitas Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us P-Diddy run the city, show no pity I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook' Matty he broke the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off til all y'all diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish The its to the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Looch Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him Niggaz step up, we just macin them Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused to Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy Business-wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just portray men We spray men, opposition, competition Nother day in the life of the Comission [Lloyd Banks] I got a hindu gangstress who argues and steams the reefer And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker I'm slidin through the ruckus, wit Prada on the Chuckers Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper I blow a soul out of a hero I'ma break before I lay in the floor burried Besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen and changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy I know the watch botherin ya vision You reachin I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion Why party wit a pigeon? I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack Now every morning's a fast start And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark Run, move startin a wave And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs I'm the young pimp pardon my age I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids Niggas find what club they at Take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway map Get advances from grey Acura See these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa' I go the college on the tour I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor By now, you probably heard of me Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's burgundy, White T, burgundy You match now, back down Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear Catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear Heavy when I toke, C notes from different years Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized It's a damn shame y'all still local I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals Nigga [Chorus (x3): Busta Rhymes] We got the real live shit from front to back To my niggaz in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? [2X] Where my real live my bitches? Where my bitches is at? [Busta Rhymes] Whe got the real live shit! What yaw niggas wanna do? |
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| Transcriber | Arlita-Bonita | Lyrics Correct | |
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| (Feat. Notorious B.I.G., Busta Rhymes, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks)
Yo the sun don't shine forever but as long as its here we minus well shine togeher Better now than never business before pleasure P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] Yeah! [B.I.G.] One [P. Diddy] As we procede to give you what you need! [B.I.G.] One...Two! [P. Diddy] It's all fucked up now! [50 Cent] Yo! [P. Diddy] What the fuck yaw gonna do now? [50 Cent] Yo, we can't stay alive forever So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga I'm the wrong one to provoke You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers [B.I.G.] In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit em He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em You heard of us, the murderers, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of *Satan*, they say my killin's too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson Action, pack guns, ridiculous And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso Now you call me Castro, my rap flows Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone Hold hands and say it like me The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic Park did quick to spark kids who start shit See me, only me The Underboss of this holocaust Truly yours, Frank White [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the hell you at? Where my soldiers is at? [2X] Where my real live my soldiers? Where my soldiers is at? [P. Diddy] Come on it stay dark for long They say its darkest before the dawn Cars before the storm I'm happy makes a bethus now preaching the song I can see B.I. rocking the Sean John yeah right This is for life afters like B.I. Frank White Yo Bad Boy for life No matter what the public say we gon prove There aint another rapper who could feel ya shoes Cuz Biggie Smalls is the illest Realest my stones and killas got homes and villas Overseas and what was me Who found out other MCs been tryin to find ya route This illman MC used to be on other shit Took home "Life after Death" and then studied it Listened to the double disk Now they all spit Frank tell how we did! [B.I.G.] We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights The heaers in the two-seaters, with two midas Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us P-Diddy run the city, show no pity I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook' Matty broke the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off til all y'all diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, sheek loops Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him Niggaz step up, we just macin them Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy Business rise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men You screamin, I position, competition Nother day in the life of the Comission [Lloyd Banks] I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero I'ma break before I lay floor berry Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't burberry You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy I know to watch botherin ya vision You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion Why party wit a pigeon? I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack Now every morning's a fast start And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark Run, move startin a wave And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs I'm the young pimp pardon my age I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids Niggas find what club they at Take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac Get advances from grey Acura See these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa' I go the college on the tour I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor By now, you probably heard of me Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy You match now, back down Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear Catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear Heavy when I toke, C notes from different years Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized It's a damn shame y'all still local I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals Nigga [Chorus (x3): Busta Rhymes] We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the hell you at? Where my soldiers is at? [2X] Where my real live my soldiers? Where my soldiers is at? [Busta Rhymes] Whe got the real live shit! What yaw niggas wanna do? |
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| Transcriber | Jonathan Chriswell | Lyrics Correct | |
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| (Feat. Notorious B.I.G., Busta Rhymes, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks)
Yo the sun don't shine forever but as long as its here then we might as well shine togeher Better now than never business before pleasure P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] Yeah! [B.I.G.] One [P. Diddy] As we procede to give you what you need! [B.I.G.] One...Two! [P. Diddy] It's all fucked up now! [50 Cent] Yo! [P. Diddy] What the fuck yaw gonna do now? [50 Cent] Yo, we can't stay alive forever So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more hos and more cheddar G-Unit move around wit them pounds and barreta's Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me I'm cocky, rap's Rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga I'll plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga I'm the wrong one to provoke You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked So the only thing left now is toast for these cowards I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers [B.I.G.] In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit em He don't like me, hit em while wifey was wit em You heard of us, the murderers, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of *Satan*, they say my killings too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson Action, pack guns, ridiculous And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso Now you call me Castro, my rap flows Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone Hold hands and say it like me The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic Park did quick to spark kids who start shit See me, only me The Underboss of this holocaust Truly yours, Frank White [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggas is at? [2X] Where the fuck my bitches at Where my bitches is at? [P. Diddy] A yo, it can't stay dark for long They say its darkest before the dawn Calms before the storm I'm happy Mase N. Bethea's now preaching the Psalms I can see B.I. rocking the Sean John yeah right This is what Life After's like B.I. Frank White Yo Bad Boy for life No matter what the public say we gon prove It aint another emcee who could fill ya shoes Cuz Biggie Smalls is the illest Realest my stones the chillest got homes and villas Overseas and what was me I found out other MCs been tryin to find ya route It's ill when emcees used to be on other shit Took home "Life After Death" and they studied it Listened to the double disk Now they all spit Frank tell how we get! [B.I.G.] We got the shit, mapped tight, brass knuckles and flashlights The heaters in the two-seaters, with two mitas Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us P-Diddy run the city, show no pity I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook' Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off til all y'all diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish The its to the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Looch Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him Niggaz step up, we just macin them Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused to Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy Business-wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just portray men We spray men, opposition, competition Nother day in the life of the Comission [Lloyd Banks] I got a hindu gangstress who argues and steams the reefer And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker I'm slidin through the ruckus, wit Prada on the Chuckers Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper I blow a soul out of a hero I'ma break before I lay in the floor burried Besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen and changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy I know the watch botherin ya vision You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion Why party wit a pigeon? I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack Now every morning's a fast start And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark Run, move startin a wave And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs I'm the young pimp pardon my age I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids Niggas find what club they at Take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac Get advances from grey Acura See these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa' I go the college on the tour I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor By now, you probably heard of me Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's burgundy, White T, burgundy You match now, back down Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear Catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear Heavy when I toke, C notes from different years Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized It's a damn shame y'all still local I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals Nigga [Chorus (x3): Busta Rhymes] We got the real live shit from front to back To my niggaz in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? [2X] Where my real live my bitches? Where my bitches is at? [Busta Rhymes] Whe got the real live shit! What yaw niggas wanna do? |
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| Intro: Notorious B.I.G.
One, one two Check me out right here to Verse One: Puff Daddy Yo, the sun don't shine forever (BIG: You can turn the track up a little bit for me) But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together (BIG: All up in my ears) Better now than never, business before pleasure (BIG: The mic is loud, but the beats isn't loud) P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (BIG: YEAH!) So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin (BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up) Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin? (BIG: Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that I'm two levels above you baby (BIG: Music's gettin louder) Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby (BIG: This shit is hot!) Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked (BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke So the only thing left now is God for these cats And BIG you know you too hard for these cats I'm a wing cause I'm too smart for these cats While they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G. In a Commision, you ask for permission to hit em He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The sun is ... (blurred) ... they say my killin's too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson action, pack guns, ridiculous And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso Now you call me Castro, my rap flows militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone Hold hands and say it like me The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic Parked in quick to spark kids who start shit See me, only me The Underboss of this holocaust Truly yours, Frank White Chorus: Busta Rhymes We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? (2X) Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (repeat all 2X) Verse Three: Puff Daddy Put your money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on I never lose the passion to go platinum Said I'd live it up til all the cash gone Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it to make classics, hotter than acid P-D, rollin on your tape or CD The girl-boy killa, no team illa The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle What you can do is check your distribution My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced em You ain't gotta like me, you just mad Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be Verse Four: Notorious B.I.G. We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights The heaers in the two-seaters, with two midas Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us P-Diddy run the city, show no pity I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook' Matty broke the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off til all y'all diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the kids, Peniro, sheek loops Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him Niggaz step up, we just macin them placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy Business rise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men You screamin, I position, competition Nother day in the life of the Comission Chorus 2X w/ Puff talking Aiyyo, can you hear me out there? Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can hear me out there That's good, it's all fucked up now Y'all know it's all fucked up now right? What the fuck y'all gonna do now? What I'ma do now? Can y'all hear me out there? Can y'all hear me out there? (?) Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do It's all fucked up now What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now It's all fucked up now |
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