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So a few months ago a work buddy died. I still work with his emo-fag brother who has become accustomed to taking off on Wednesdays because he 'just can't handle work'. (A monkey could do my job)

Well tonight he finally opened up about how his brother died. I knew he died in a motorcycle accident but this is what happened. He has a complete bitch of a wife, they were fighting all week long. After we got off work at 1 am she called him and told him to get his fucking ass home. Instead he drove around all night.

When morning rush hour came he saw the cops had somebody pulled over on the side of the road. He drives over there and circles the squad car, takes off his helmet and throws it at the squad car, the cop called for backup and he takes off.

After an hour long chase around Houston all the while flicking off the cops behind him he ends up In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air' I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror If anything I can say this cab is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air' I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

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