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Fat Joe
Fat Joe


Background information
Birth name Joseph Cartagena
Born August 19, 1970
Born place New York City, New York, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Years active 1992—present
Label(s) E1 Music
Terror Squad Entertainment
Associated acts Lil Wayne
Rick Ross
Raekwon
Terror Squad
Big Pun
Buju Banton
The Game
KRS-One
Plies
T.I.
D.I.T.C.
Website Website



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Fat Joe Album


The Elephant In The Room (03/11/2008)
03/11/2008
1.
2.
Ain't Sayin' Nothin' (feat. Plies & Dre)
3.
The Crackhouse (feat. Lil Wayne)
4.
Cocababy (feat. Jackie Rubio)
5.
Get It For Life (feat. DJ Khaled & Poo Bear)
6.
Drop (feat. Swizz Beatz & Jackie Rubio)
7.
I Won't Tell (feat. J. Holiday)
8.
K.A.R. (Kill All Rats)
9.
300 Brolic (feat. Opera Steve)
10.
11.
My Conscience (feat. KRS-One)
12.
That White
. . .


Coca, muah
Elephant in the room
Crills

Early in the morning,
Could barely feel my face,
Cuttin that raw raw hammer on my waist,
My baby mammas stressin,
I'm like xxxx out of my face,
Feds on my xxx now, bout to catch a case,
I'm about that "makin money" I'm alergic to poor,
Shit, I done made some hoes out of the girls next door,
6 in the mornin when they kick in the door,
I'm probly outside the forge gettin brain in the porsche,
What porsche? my porsche yeah the gt porsche,
Of course I floss like them dc boys,
Shit, right at club love I fucked at least three broads,
In the middle ofthe dancefloor such a sleazy whore,
Now, headed fr paradise,
Carlos bengante, jazz in the background, harry belofante,
Seagul in the clouds look honey I'm comin,
Different strokes, different folks, you guessed it, phillip drummin,
Now I'm a xxxx the xxxxx till the xxxxx get numb and, roll over naked then we kush kush puffin,
This is way too easy though,
I am the magnifico,
Cuban is pride, but I'm much more like eazy though,
If you don't believe me u can see me on your tv yo,
Taylor made versachi, I'm with khaled on that speedy boat,
When it comes to latina mc's there's none bigga,
Now who's gonna tell me that I can't say nigga?
Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga xxxxx hoe,
Cause some chicks is bitches, and some chicks is hoes,
Some independent ladies yeah they make a lotta doe, so they get nuthin but love and respect from fat joe,
I remember when I stepped in the game yo,
Army fatigue with grey nikes, that flow joe,
U gotta flow joe, u gotta flow joe, u gotta gotta gotta gotta let em know joe,
U gotta flow joe, u gotta flow joe, u gotta gotta gotta gotta let em know,
I'm borricua till I die mother fuckers, yes I will detach you,
I'll leave holes you can't cover with tattoos,
All you lame souls keep prayin to them statues, when I'm the ghetto god, I'll bless you, 'achoo',
The one spitta, the can't get ridda, major label dropped me what I do?
I got richa,
80s babies terror on the corner, I'm the pitcha,
Got a new connect and what I do?
I got richa,
[? ] the wop bam boo,
Guess what, america we love you,
And I'm a stay reppin that ts crew,
And show ya mother fuckers how the bx do,
Shit, every time I rockwild, it's more like a zoo,
Blinds wrapped around the corner if your too late your blue,
In that new white phantom, call it "milk on wheels",
Niggas wilin like joe jus oded off pills,
I oded of crills, I oded of mills,
You monopoly guys, haulin in no billz,
Shit, niggas keep askin "how come he so real? ",
6'1", light skin, got them green eyes, 'teal',
Haha, it's the fugitive,
Coca,
I'm on the run, and I'm eatin bitch,
Street runna on this one, bitch,
We'd like to welcome you, "elephant in the room", (thank you, thank you),
Bitch,
Top of my game right now, can't nobody see me man,
We use different forms of transportation nigga,
I'm on different planets than ya'll niggas right now,
You can deny all you want nigga,
Coca's spittin that shit, these streets is mine,
Oh, I get on some pun shit,
What u want? that hardcore, commercial shit?,
What u wanna dance? crills mania, nigga,
Bxts!,
I owns this shit!

. . .


Fat Joe:
Baby u could keep a secret
Calca
Cribs Mania
Hey, hey
Fresh off the runway
Pair white nikes
Phantom top drop on that I nine five
Pink see suckers who but
I on my way to party a corut NY
Now I ain't gotta tell you
That them boys pop bottles
And mami's lookin like america's top model
She says your earing look at
That thing that's even bigger
Than the rock on my ring
Now she gotta man who plays for the hawks
I'm like cum on ma you know me run New York
Jays in the background put u to bed
Says she got brains so I'm looking ahead
And I'm looking for bread
I gotta eat on these streets shyt
17.5 bout to holla at Jeezy
I'm a real Nigga
Real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret
Is the song that I sing
Yaddamean

Chorus: (J.Holiday)
Baby I won't tell
If you don't want me to
Cause I gotta thing for you
L do anything for ya
(Girl anything for you)
Baby I won't tell
I never do bad to you
Cause Baby you got it
And you got me
I gotta thing for ya

[Fat Joe:]
A material girl
In a material world
Venus, Serina
Ma cereal girls
What you know about having dinner on a jet
Make it back before
The DJ's finished with his set
Now they call me the birdman
When them doors ajar
Ghost ride the whip like
I'm from Oakland ya'll
It's the crack man
And he ain't got a shot the don
The wrist is jacob earing chopard
Went to chows for chows out
Know it's da same thing
Bills so high
They throwing the champagne
I'm a real nigga real
Niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret
Is the song that I sing
Yaddamean

[Chorus]

Millionare frames perrier rocks
Every day a different chain
Nigga get ya gear up
Name another fat guy that fly
Like me to get ya right laid pipe
All night like me
Call u fruity pebbles
Cause you got so many spy bags purple ones
Yellow ones, sky blue the white bag
Hermes shyt wherver you lay your eyes at
Red card black card I could buy that
Louis Vuitton I'm truly the don
Christian, Louis Vuitton the bluest charm
I'm a real nigga real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret
Is the song that I sing
Yaddamean

. . .


I'm sleeping on a billion dollarssss coka
Am eatin am eatin
I'm sleeping on a billion dollarssss
I say right about now New York City awwwwwww

Hoe no oh Joe he did it he's back in the back o' that black mayback tripin
Now blow that mother fuckin kush up in da sky
La la lala la la la
Bompin that Kanye you can't tell me nothing right
La la lala la la la la
Hand on a shot gun
And I'm riding shot gun
Uzis, banana clips, what what I got some
Bullets a whole sale food stamps coupon
Yellow mustard phantom call e-Cray poop on
I can make it back man Joe is here too long
We up a hundred grand when ever I hear a new song
Come on come on that's too many ringtones
2.8 what u want me to tell ya
Make it rain man Rhiana goin grab an umbrella
Ella ella ella
Holly shit so much coke a nigga had to shovel it
So much coke a nigga change his government
Now we can all sing along for the fuck of it
Crack crack crack crack

Hey this is the crack house
Welcome to the crack house
I mean am talkin more pies than a phrat house
This is the problem this is not music
I hope u find it cause he about to loose it
Joey don't do it joey done did it
Joey keep doin it until your done with it
Bring em to the crack house
Show em the crack house
Take em to the crack house
We in the crack house

U gotta touch your toes oh I'm out
Fuck a club I got a strip pole in ma house
Six million ways to make it rain hold up
Conflicts in ma chain from Mangolia
Convicts in ma plane where we rolla
N' they hustle yay not vitaminwater
Fat cause I'm so rich rich cause I'm so hood
Uzi your whole whip, nigga I'm that hood
U flow cold but joe flow sicka
Every rapper now be like joes that nigger
John Gotti supreme team show
These are the niggaz u compare to joe hello

Hello this is the crack house
Welcome to the crack house
I mean am talkin more pies than a phrat house
This is the problem this is not music
I hope u find it cause he about to loose it
Joey don't do it joey done did it
Joey keep doin it untill u done with it
Bring em to the crack house
It's the crack house
Welcome to the crack house
We in the crack house
Talk to em (fat joe)

Get em joey just get em (aha - fat joe)
Get em get on them (yesss - fat joe)
N if they piss u off u shit on them (yesssss - fat joe)
N if they piss u off u shit on them
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Hey weez just stop right there
Shit I'll let em go get the hole block clear
These niggas acters they all not there
And their time tickin like an auto mare
First nigga pop up n we gave them the piece
Next nigga probably leave 'em under the sheets
Come on popey u talkin to me
Ain't no body else runnin these streets cock suckaaaa

Heeeey this is the crack house
Welcome to the crack house
I mean am talkin more plies than a phrat house
This is the problem this is not music
I hope u find it cause he about to loose it
Joey don't do it joey done did it
Joey keep doin it untill u done with it
Take em to the crack house
They don't want the crack house
They don't want the crack house
Kick em out da crack house

. . .


(feat. Jackie RubioFuck)

Uh,
Yeah, uh, as we proceed to give you what you need
Come on
Coca baby youh know it's me; coca baby youh know it's me
Got trees got weed, pop e, cool d
(come on)coca baby youh know it's me; coca baby youh kno it's me

[Fat joe:]
I don't give a f**k; I don't give a f**k xxxx never gave a f**k but I hit em up
(come on) coca baby youh kno it's me; bx ts till I d-I-e
New york new york xxxx that's all me
Name another niggah with a flow like me
So sick I swear it's h-I-p put it on 5th left eye c
Flamin I kno all about the hotter claimin
Pavement that's where I'm hidinq all the payments
Davis I get it poppin like larry
Badly I just wanna run up in ya family
Coca baby youh know it's me
Got knives, got text, got max, got weed
Mister enuff would you bump mah shit
Funk master flex would youh bump mah shit
I do it for the niqqahs that be banging them shits
Bumping those bricks talking mah shit
Uh oh uh oh anotha niqqah got hit
Uh oh uh oh anotha niqqah bout to snitch

[Chorus:]
As we proceed to give you what you need
Come on
Coca baby youh know it's me; coca baby youh know it's me
Got trees got weed, pop e, cool d
(come on)coca baby youh know it's me; coca baby youh kno it's me

[Fat joe:]
New york time to re-up

. . .


(feat. DJ Khaled and Pooh Bear)

[INTRO:]
My word on everything, I mean everything
We will never stop, I mean never
Nigga we da best

[CHORUS:]
I'm a get it for life
Get it for us, get it for love, I'm a keep it alive (yeah, yeah) oh yeah (yeah, yeah)
I'm a get it for life (Get it for life)
Get it for you, get it for me, get it tonight (yeah, yeah)
I'm a sacrifice (yeah, yeah)
I'm a get it for life

(Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack crack ca-crack crack)
Nigga was ain't never stoppin, nigga we da best

[VERSE 1:]
Coca, niggas call me crack in the flesh
Run up on a nigga with a mac'in adress
Hear dat rip through his vest
If you ain't got sticks well you better invest (yes)
A nigga used to dream of that water blue
Now I swapped out for sumtin with killer view
Fresh off the block doin interviews
You can still see the coke on my linen suit
I'm a don, change twice a day
I do it for the love when there's so much hate
Straight out the court room, million dollar bail
Back to the spot, got a million dollar sale

[CHORUS:]
I'm a get it for life
Get it for us, get it for love, I'm a keep it alive (yeah, yeah) oh yeah (yeah, yeah)
I'm a get it for life (Get it for life)
Get it for you, get it for me, get it tonight (yeah, yeah)
I'm a sacrifice (yeah, yeah)
I'm a get it for life

(Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack crack ca-crack crack)
Nigga was ain't never stoppin, nigga we da best

[VERSE 2:]
I'm a get it for life
So much money I'm sittin on mill's
My mansion, bottom of the Poo set scrills
200 over on the Phantom, drop that 650
[? ], they call me the crispy
Sky blue suit with the bow-tie
Yeah [? ] (shiiit)
I make it rain with dollars
Had you leanin back till you popped your collar
Mo money (mo money), let's get it (let's get it)
We da best (we da best), I said it (I said it)
Yeah nigga, welcome to the Crackhouse
I do it for my niggas in the prison, supa mac style

[CHORUS: x2]
I'm a get it for life
Get it for us, get it for love, I'm a keep it alive (yeah, yeah) oh yeah (yeah, yeah)
I'm a get it for life (Get it for life)
Get it for you, get it for me, get it tonight (yeah, yeah)
I'm a sacrifice (yeah, yeah)
I'm a get it for life

Nigga was ain't never stoppin, nigga we da best

[OVER TOP OF 2ND CHORUS: FAT JOE]
(Yeah, I'm gon get it
I'm gon get it for you, I'm a get it for me, I'm a get it for us
I does this for the streets
16 runnin tha Carter, 17 beamers and benz's
Multi-millions nigga, yeah let's get it ho)

[VERSE 3:]
Only serious nigger to do this shit like Pun did it
I said it, I get it, I'm done with it
Y'all niggas is gettin on, I've been shittin
Hundred grand in one night in Sin City
I've been spittin, been rippin to any beat
Big L, Fat Joe, the enemy
Y'all niggas keep lyin 'bout Tennekey
If you really want Crack, come get at me

[CHORUS:]
I'm a get it for life
Get it for us, get it for love, I'm a keep it alive (yeah, yeah) oh yeah (yeah, yeah)
I'm a get it for life (Get it for life)
Get it for you, get it for me, get it tonight (yeah, yeah)
I'm a sacrifice (yeah, yeah)
I'm a get it for life

Nigga was ain't never stoppin, nigga we da best

. . .


(feat. Jackie Rubio)

Joey time, report to the dancefloor.

Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babys go HEY , and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when they step on the spot.
You hear the ... at least your favorite wigger gonna DROP [9x]

Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babys go HEY , and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when the stutterin start.
You hear the ... at least another nigger gonna DROP [9x]

More Money , more problems
I've been runnin the apple from the bottom.
I've been told my nigga Khaled I got 'em.
GT's Bugatti's you aint got 'em.
Rose keep that on deck.
All day , Hoes hey, lil momma all at.
She like it and she want it so you know she gonna get it.
My nigga's in the club, so you know we gonna set it.
We got people, you're not equal.
Another one, another Joe crack sequal.
More hits then 'em all flick we move.
More pits that mr Cool aint sweet cool.

Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babies go HEY , and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when they step on the spot.
You hear the ... at least your favorite wigger gonna DROP [9x]

Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babies go HEY , and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when the stutterin start.
You hear the ... at least another nigger gonna DROP [9x]

Or she once, on she knees.
Brand new Bentley drop on the (?).
Accently nigga in the hood about me.
Call me the (?), cuz crack got keys.
Chicks unbelieves, wrist on freeze.
Hundred mill lots and I fill 'em like cream.
Crack a boss man, livin a nigga dream.
Jacuzzi so large I can feel like 18.
Hey! Is that he swimmin to Joe?
Every weekend if the car comes I quit with the Boss.
And you know Shit hard , when it's Swizzy and Joe
88 nigga yeah , cuz I'm dope with the flow. (now let's get it)

Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babies go HEY , and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when they step on the spot.
You hear the ... at least your favorite wigger gonna DROP [9x]

Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make the babies go HEY , and the mammies go OOW
Everybody know it when the stutterin start.
You hear the ... at least another nigger gonna DROP [9x]

Ooohw
Swizzy!
It's individuel...
Y'all know what it is!
Individuel, individuel time!
Let's go.
Let's get it! [7x]
Joey Time!

. . .


(feat. J. Holiday)

(Fat Joe)
baby you can keep a secret
COCA
Cribs Mania
hey,hey
fresh off the runway
pail white nights
venom top drops on the i nine five
pinksee suckers who but i roll my way to party at corut-n-y
now i aint gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles
but mami's lookin like americas top model
she says your earing look at that thing thats even bigger than the rock on my ring
now she gotta man who plays to the horks
i like common ma you know me run New York
jays in the background put u to bed
says you got brains so im looking ahead
then im looking for bread i gotta eat on these streets shyt
17-fives bout to halla at g'S
im a real G,
real G's do real things
and I could keep a secret is the song that i sing
(J-Holiday)


Baby I wont tell
if you dont want me to
cause i gotta thing for you
ill do anything for you
(girl anything for you)
Baby I wont tell
i'll never do bad to you
cause Baby you got it
and you got me
I gotta thing for ya


(Fat Joe)
A material girl
in a material world
Venus,Serina
ma cereal girls
What you know about having dinner on a jet
Make it back before the D'j's FINISHED WITH THE SET
now they call me the bird man
When im third a charm
ghost ride the wind like im from Okland yard
its the crack man and he aint got a shot wit the don the wrist is jacob earing chopard
went to chows for ??
bills so high they throwing the champagne im a real ni**a real
Ni**as do real things and i can keep a secret this is the song that i song

(Repeat chorus)

Millionare frames perrier rocks
every day a different chain
ni**a get ya gear up
name another fat guy that fly like me to get ya right laid piped
all night like me
call u fruity pebbles cause you got so many spy bags purple ones, yellow ones,sky blue the white bag
Hermes shyt wherver you lay your eyes at
red car black car i can buy that
louie vuiton im truly the don
christian, louie vuiton the bluest charm im a real nigga real niggas do real things
and i can keep a secret thats the song that i sing

. . .

K.A.R. (Kill All Rats)

[No lyrics]

. . .


(feat. Opera Steve)

This is where we fight
This is where they die

Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like brrattt! now he's gone
Who you think you kidding who?
I will just get rid of you
Leave you in that critical it's
Joey crack the don
You don't even know me
Got hundred homies and Bordi's
With chromies that run up on me
Blow your brains on your mom
I am a professional
I will cut your testicles
Stuff em in your mouth where them lil shits belong

We want war
We love war
We need war
We want war

Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like Brraatt! now he's gone
Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like Braatt! now he's gone

Crack man, crack man
Playin with the gat then
Hear that? brat ta tat ta tat ta like the song
Taurus, raging bull about the size of my arm
See the size of the charm make your wife leave your arm
That's right, I fight, I done been in brawls
I done did some things that made some killers shit they drawers
I done be on boats in Columbia shippin raw ey
I done ripped up plenty of stages with Biggie Smalls
Oh shit, wait a minute, I done did it all
Poor righteous teacher I'm featured on final car
As-Salam Alaikum and, yes yes y'all
Inpun[? ] already told you that we ready for war
Crack playing, hit mayne, blood stains on the wall
Shit mayne, his brains, your remains on the floor
I am a professional
I will cut your testicles
Stuff em in your mouth where them lil shits belong

We want war
We love war
We need war
We want war

Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone

We want war
We love war
We need war
We want war

Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone
Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn the corner I
Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone

. . .


(feat. Pooh Bear)

Kilka, kills mania,
Get used to this one,
"crack"
Scotty
Oh yeah I'm back on that shit
And I say right about now New York City.

They say is life and death, there's no future fronting.
I see a mac and a tec keeping duz coming
Coka,
Joe is a fake Cartagegna
Nice with the hands better with the banger.
Guns I'm no stranger
Keep an A.K when I battle probably throw a fake nigga parade. I'm known!
But who gives a fuck I don't care.
Don't lead them let the welfare feed them.
Niggas had me thinking that Joey is fucked up!
Skiddles with the maybachs banging rooftops.
Life sucks for you maybe the Jew is crazy
In the stay pieces to death thanks to who baby.

[Chorus:]
Stay cleaned up on a preacher on a sunday morning, I got cake but I need more ice and alle
I say off the streets I'm a symphony, niggas want my sympathy presiding official remedy,
Stay cleaned up on a preacher on a sunday morning,

King of New york, King of New York, but we don't ever see these niggas up in New york
Can anybody tell me where centropey
All these so called killers try their best to dress gay.
Everybody beefing it's the same old day.
All these mixtape rappers now want to claim king
Everybody saying they are bringing New Yor back
But we the only niggas you pitch back the back(crack!)
You hear the echo, son of a nesto I'll let the tec blow
You should feel sky plenty like pistol, fuck a phone call I barely got a whistle

[Chorus]

Coka, there's no one harder
Get off your knees get a job at the carter.
Throw a banks and invite your friends,
Yougarentee to see a couple of ends.
See I've been getting money since who knows when
These other niggas just all pretend
You've been bamboozled diz duzu say thugs
Love at madison square they givin group hugs
Now let me take you to the streets of darkness, where I keep your favourite mc underneath my armpit the bronze kid.
I'm only speaking the truth,
Shit, look what these streets
May cologilua do

[Chorus]

. . .


(feat. KRS-One)

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I don't give a fuck... no
I don't give a fuck... no
Sex-money-murder we call this the hit em' up flow
Barely 15 got my first triple beam
Tryna get with fatcat and papy 2 do my thing
I'm jus a kid with ambitions and visions of gettin cream
Ronald reagen told me "yo joey jus do ya thing"
Now I'm lookin back man I ain't have no conscience
Slap a nigga silly til them niggaz fell unconscience
Speakin of my conscience
Now it would be fuckin with me so called activist tryna diss me publicly
And they don't even kno where my heart at heart at and I don't even know where 2 start at start at

[Verse 2: KRS-One]
But this ya conscience speakin no time for cryin and weepin you tryna climb you reachin up to ya prime u eatin you ripped a ryhme last weekend you cleared a mill no cheatin who gives a fuck wat dey speak jus keep movin leadin u from da place of dem heedins cops need 2 see dem 4 no reason young hustler in da streets bleedin
Moms greivin joe you came up from all dat fuck dat you taught how 2 survive crack

[Chorus:]
My mind [x3]
Is playin trics on me
Am I dreamin or they tryna put da fix on me
Reminisin wen I used to have dem breaks on me
My mind [x3]
Is playin trics on me

[Verse 3:]
[KRS-One:]
Would da critics come at u if u was arnold schwarzenager
Killin cops in movies promotin graphic anger
You should run for governor republicans be lovin yea
[Fat Joe:]
Yea wave da confederate flag like sum southners nah I rather b on da block like a hustler guns with da mufflaz d's put da cuffs on us hes an mc and dese streets put they trust in us
[KRS-One:]
Yea joey crack but dey also put dey lust in us
Dey fuss with us ain't nobzody helpin em one minute dey cheerin us next minute dey cussin us
[Fat Joe:]
Fuck em [x5]
Dats dat nigga bitch hoe shit I don't even trust my conscience says no I want to hit him with a nine dese are sum thoughts re-occurin on my mind now

[Chorus]

[Verse 4:]
[Fat Joe:]
Is dis my conscience speakin sounds like my mentor
[KRS-One:]
Yep u guessed it how else could I enter it's been a couple of years since we rocked the joint venture you ain't been callin me lately u don't rememba
[Fat Joe:]
Shit who u think I got my whole style from dem live shows b4 da 20 thousand
Seat arenas b4 cocaine you scott larock bac 2 bac in dem beamers I was just a youngin on da corner I'm a slinga you was on ya album cover finger on da nina flip da 360 man u da teacher self destruction damn u da leader
[KRS-One:]
Joe let's take it back 2 don carter gena u and big pun had da whole bronx demeanor 560 gear dat boricua pride did burners with da tats crew on da 2'5 and 5'5 ya was with realitivity I was jive all dat bull shit u been through how u survive
[Fat Joe:]
Krs dats y I am da greatest of all time
[KRS-One:]
Joe I'm da best u must be out ya fuckin mind

[Chorus]

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That White

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