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| Dad, I'm leaving the Bloods and joinin' the Crips, yo. | |
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| Son, wha'd I tell you 'bout all this gang-bangin'? Why don't you stop that nonsense, and stay home for some Jello puddin'? | |
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| The Bloods didn't really care 'bout me. I don't think no one'll even notice. | |
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| Them Bloods won't be too happy 'bout you dissin' 'em, Son. All o' this jivin's gonna catch up to you one day, mark my words! | |
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| At least, I could show up once, see what they're about, do the initiation, get some street cred. Where's the harm in that, yo? | |
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