No motherfucker, not Jamal's! That motherfucker actually did time! They used the same firm? Well fuck, they must have had different lawyers then. I want RAY'S lawyer, 'cause Ray ain't get caught. Now I'm not sayin' Ray did anything illegal, aight? I'm just sayin' his friends did some illegal shit, and I might be havin' the same problem, yaheard? Shee-it. First you just minding your own business, pourin' 80 Gs in cash on top of 40 strippers in Vegas, the next thing you know, some motherfucker got shot, somebody got a bottle of champagne broken over their head, and then the police are involved. Yo, what the fuck? I don't need this shit. You hear me man? Pacman don't need this shit! Yo get them fuckin' cuffs off of me man! Hey! Man fuck you too! Yo, I already told you motherfuckers, I don't know no one involved. I don't know that motherfucker with the gun. He ain't my boy, aight? Damn. Is this shit gonna fuck up my record? Fuck. Man I ain't sayin' shit else. Get me Ray Lewis' lawyer. Better yet, get me Johnny fuckin' Cochran! What? What you mean he's dead? Well shit, I ain't have nothin' to do with that neither. I wasn't even there. You can't prove anything. Where the fuck is my lawyer?
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