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Philly got some of the best barbers in the world. Between him and the old boy from Boston, they're going to have a whole lot of enhancements going on in the locker room. BJ has fucked up. BJ has fucked. BJ, you had a hand in this shit? Huh? You had a hand in this. Nah, bro. You would've do this. I am ready to do this. You had nothing to do with it. That's my dog. So you didn't have nothing to do with it? Nah, you're my teammates. You feel me? Why would I tell you? You know what I'm saying? I ain't going to tell nobody this is my teammates. Come on now. That's fucked up. AE, I thought you was my boy. Come on, man. That's crazy. We ain't doing that. You feel me? That's fucked up. Adidas wrote this for you, my boy. They wrote this for you. They trying to drive a wedge between us, bro. You don't see it? Y'all ain't y'all from the same crib. We from the crib. From the, hey, that's supposed to be ... You supposed to leave me out of that. Come on, bro. You know what I'm saying? Adidas doing anything for my boy. They need to give my boy some condoms. AE, the Adidas. They got to get AE, since we got junked, some Adidas-sponsored condominiums. That's what we going to do.