Lil'Kim Lyrics Quiz?!?!?(HARD)?

Please list the song lyrics listed!
Lighters Up
Whoa
Magic Stick
Shake Ya Bum Bum
No Matter What They Say
How Many Licks?
Big Momma Thang

big time rush lyrics

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  1. Lighters Up_Lil’Kim

    [Verse 1]
    I come from Bed-Stuy, niggas either do or they gon’ die
    Gotta keep the ratchet close by
    Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it
    Just another funeral service
    Niggas will get at you, come through shinin’ they yap you
    In broad day light kidnap you
    Feds get clapped too, police stay on us like tattoos
    Niggas only grind cause we have to
    Money is power, sling crack, weed and powder
    Fiends come through every hour
    S’all about that dollar and we nuh deal with cowards
    Weak lambs get devoured by the lion
    In the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble
    The weak fold and crumble, it’s the land of trouble
    Brooklyn, home of the greatest rappers
    BIG comes first, then the Queen comes after

    [Chorus]
    Now put ya lighters up
    Bed Stuy put ya lighters up
    New York put ya lighters up
    DC keep puttin’ ya lighters up
    Philadelphia put ya lighters up
    Detroit put ya lighters up
    Chi-Town keep puttin’ dem lighters up
    No matter where you from put ya lighters up

    [Verse 2]
    Now lemme give you a walk through
    Show ya what to do and ya don’t do
    Where it’s not safe to go to
    Dem boys approach you
    Better say quick who you close to
    Don’t come through if niggas don’t know you
    Cuz people is talkin’, the streets is watchin’
    The thieves is lurkin’ stash da nine in the garbage
    The life of a hustla, the life of a gambler
    Dice games kill’ mo’ niggas than cancer
    Ya know who ya fuck with
    Brooklyn don’t run we run shit
    Roll up and just bum rush shit
    We don’t play that out in B.K not at all
    4 pound leave ya face on the wall
    R.I.P in memory of
    Never show thy enemies love
    We get it on where we live
    Better have a pass when you cross that bridge

    [Chorus]
    Welcome to Brooklyn put ya lighters up
    LA put ya lighters up
    VA put ya lighters up
    Texas keep puttin’ ya lighters up
    New Orleans put ya lighters up
    St Louis put ya lighters up
    ATL keep puttin’ dem lighters up
    No matter where you from put ya lighters up

    [Bridge]
    Damn homie I’m so to’
    I don’t think I’m ever gon’ smoke no mo’
    And I don’t think I’m ever gon’ drink no mo’
    But fuck it, bartender you can gimmie one mo’
    (We in the club like) Damn homie I’m so to’
    (Lightin’ the dutch like) I don’t think I’m ever gon’ smoke no mo’
    (Passin’ the cup like) And I don’t think I’m ever gon’ drink no mo’
    (Back at the bar like) But fuck it baretender, you can gimmie one mo’

    [Verse 3]
    See BIG done told you
    I’m the hottest bitch on the planet
    Biggest sex symbol since Janet
    The Zanotti bandit
    Layin’ in the cut like a bandage
    Come through Fulton St. in a Vanquish
    Doin’ dem damage
    And if you don’t understand it
    Then lemme give it to you in Spanish
    Soy la senorita mas linda del barrio
    Y lo hago afuera del espacio
    Still over in Brazil sippin’ Mascoto
    You must have forgot though
    So, I’ma take it back to the block yo
    Put u on to how we rock yo
    Some are boostin 12 year olds prostitutin’
    Hitmen hired for execution there’s no solution
    Niggas still piss in the hallways
    Fiends get high in ’em all day
    The yute, dem bang at the cops off the roof
    You don’t know my town is the truth

    [Chorus]
    Welcome to Brooklyn now put ya lighters up
    New Jersey put ya lighters up Boston put ya lighters up
    B’More keep puttin’ ya lighters up
    Miami put ya lighters up
    Puerto Rico put ya lighters up
    Kingston, Jamaica keep putting them lighters up
    No matter where you from put ya lighters up

    [Bridge]
    Damn homie I’m so to’
    I don’t think I’m ever gon’ smoke no mo’
    And I don’t think I’m ever gon’ drink no mo’
    But fuck it, bartender you can gimmie one mo’
    (We in the club like) Damn homie I’m so to’
    (Lightin’ the dutch like) I don’t think I’m ever gon’ smoke no mo’
    (Passin’ the cup like) And I don’t think I’m ever gon’ drink no mo’
    (Back at the bar like) But fuck it baretender, you can gimmie one mo’

    Whoa_Lil’Kim

    [Chorus: Lil’ Kim]
    My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa
    Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz not my niggaz no no no
    In the club we, sippin Dom P, sittin lovely oh whoa whoa
    Sexy ladies, goin crazy, cause the beat’s like whoa whoa whoa

    [Lil’ Kim]
    Fresh out the federal building
    To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings
    It’s the black widow, call me Miss White
    I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights
    Brooklyn bitch, you go wrong I get right
    Back with a classic, now gimme six mics
    Can’t reach me on the phone, then send a bitch a kite
    Man I do’s it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes
    Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I’m more like Malcolm X
    Guerillas beatin on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X
    Just keep the peace, cause if cowards show me disrespect
    My niggaz put his soul to rest and I don’t wanna see you stressed
    Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor
    Told you I’m the same bitch from the escalator
    And I ain’t trippin off you rats and investigators
    Get your envelopes, time to address the haters

    [Chorus]

    [Lil’ Kim]
    Me and my team, we tryin to own casinos
    So we can all cop dreams like Pacino’s
    Come through in the oh-six Benz-itos
    The feds tryin to shut us down like Nino
    We keep it goin man, we keep it goin man
    Won’t stop, can’t gotta keep it goin man
    See I do it for the fans, they’ll never understand
    While they goin off course, me I’m stickin to the plan
    Feel the movement, it’s a whole new crew
    FUCK Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter is through
    Them faggots done did somethin that they cain’t undo
    Whoever ridin with ’em they can get one too
    Coulda copped to a one to three do
    Still took it to trial, even though I blew
    Brooklyn style, that’s how we do it
    Ill gangsters and ain’t got to prove it

    [Chorus]

    [Lil’ Kim]
    Now a party ain’t a party ’til the Queen come through
    You know where I go, man the team come too
    Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2
    Lil’ Kim’s that girl, even got her own shoe
    In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-al
    In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch though
    Rose from the ghetto it was hard from the get go
    Then I showed the hood the world ain’t just made for rich folk
    Get’cha little dance up, BK stand up
    Straight to the dancefloor, everybody hands up
    Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up
    Ladies throw it right back, tell that nigga man up

    [Chorus]

    Magic Stick_Lil’Kim ft 50 Cent

    [Chorus: 50 Cent]
    I got the magic stick
    I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
    I hit the baddest chicks
    Shorty don’t believe me, then come with me tonight
    And I’ll show you magic
    (What? What?) Magic (uh huh uh huh)
    I got the magic stick

    [50 Cent]

    I’m a freak to the core
    Get a dose once, you gon’ want some more
    My tongue touch ya girl, ya toes bound to curl
    This exclusive shit I don’t share with the world
    I have you up early in the mornin, moanin
    Back shot, proper or low can’t stop us
    Been a fiend for this since Rakim made hits
    Get the position down pat, then it’s time to switch
    I’ll rock the boat, I’ll work the middle
    I speed it up, straight beat it up..
    .. and I ain’t in the hood with my toast out loc’n
    I’m in the telly workin up a sweat strokin
    Tonight’s the night, you can fall in love
    You can call your mama right now, tell her you met a thug
    I pop a lot of shit cause I can back it up
    My left stroke’s the death stroke

    [Chorus: Lil’ Kim]
    I got the magic clit
    I know if I get licked once, I get licked twice
    I am the baddest chick
    Shorty you don’t believe me, then come with me tonight
    And I’ll show you magic
    (What? What?) Magic, uh huh uh huh
    I got the magic clit

    [Lil’ Kim]
    Lil’ Kim not a hore
    But I sex a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys
    When it, come to sex don’t test my skills
    Cause my head game have you HEAD over heels
    Give a nigga the chills, have him pay my bills
    Buy matchin Lambo’s with the same color wheels…
    .. and I ain’t out shoppin spendin dudes C-notes
    I’m in the crib givin niggaz deep throat
    Tonight Lil’ Kim gon’ have you in the zone
    Girls, call ya crib, I’m answerin’ the phone
    Guys wanna wife me ‘n’ give me the ring
    I’ll do it anywhere, anyhow,down for anything
    Couple of humps, give a nigga goosebumps
    This junk in my trunk ain’t made for chumps
    When Lil’ Kim’s around you don’t need to lie
    It’s the "Drugs" baby, I’m makin’ ya HIGH!!

    [Chorus: 50 Cent + (Lil’ Kim)]

    I got the magic stick
    I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
    (I give em’ the baddest chick
    Shorty you don’t believe me, then come with me tonight
    And I’ll show you magic What? What?)
    Magic(uh-huh, uh-huh)
    (I got the magic clit)

    [Lil’ Kim + (50 Cent)]

    I put your face in it
    I know you sprung off in your tongue, I know you tastin it
    (Sex ain’t a race) But I have a thug nigga breakin records
    And the time is (one minute, six seconds)
    (Magic stick) I got the magic box
    HAVE THAT ASS TRICKIN AFTER ONE BACK SHOT
    (The gifts, the ice, I like that a lot)
    The minks, the leathers, the CL drop

    [Chorus: 50 Cent + (Lil Kim)]

    I got the magic stick
    I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
    I hit the baddest chicks
    Shorty don’t believe me, then call me tonight
    And I’ll show you magic
    (What? What?) Magic
    [IN UNISON] I got the magic stick (clit)

    [Chorus: Lil’ Kim + (50 Cent)]

    I know if I get licked once, I get licked twice
    I give em’ the baddest chick
    Shorty you don’t believe me, then call me tonight
    And I’ll show you magic
    (What? What? Magic), uh huh uh huh
    [IN UNISON] I got the magic clit (stick)

    Shake Ya Bum Bum_Lil’Kim ft Lil’ Shanice

    [Chorus: repeat all 2X]
    Bum chicky, chicky bum
    Shake ya bum bum
    [repeat 3X]
    Bum chicky, chicky bum
    Bum chicky, chicky bum

    [Verse 1: Lil’ Kim]
    We ’bout to crush all competition
    Ain’t no chance for ya’ll
    Lil’ Kim and Shanice, we ’bout to dance on ya’ll
    Like a flow in the club, it don’t matter where you come from
    USA to UK, shake ya bum bum
    Sean Paul dime, keep my hair done all the time
    Even got a manicurist in the booth while I rhyme
    Initials on our jackets like Laverne and Sheryl
    Kids rock my Queen Bee logo like a PowerPuff Girl
    We stay on tour from summer to winter
    And we rockin’ public schools and daycare centers
    Uh, united we stand, divided you fall
    D flawless necklace look like a disco ball
    Whoa, ya’ll don’t really want it with the whole Beehive
    We goin’ down in history, the illest gangstas alive
    Put ya hands on your shoulders, push ’em up, push ’em up
    If you feel it in your bones, shake it up, shake it up

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 2: Lil’ Shanice]
    Now I know I ain’t grown, but that don’t stop me
    From shakin’ my anus
    See I’m ’bout to blow, I’m soon to be famous
    Now me and Lil’ Kim on the same track is crazy
    Matter fact you can call that amazing
    Back to back, shakin’ our bum bums
    Picture us in the war, back to back shakin’ off dum-dums
    In YO, that’s where I come from
    My talents official, act up, the hounds’ll come get you
    You can catch me on my toes in them D&G flip-flops
    Hopin’ outta mommy’s new bergundy six drop
    What, I can’t stop what I do for real
    It’s like for ya’ll I just got to prove my skills
    Oh, I got a ring filled with all baguettes
    Nails done, fresh Dobbie no barrettes
    All I ask is that ya’ll show respect
    While I do my thing
    And shake it up with the coolest Queen, uh
    (Uh)

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3: Lil’ Kim + (Lil’ Shanice) or *BOTH*]
    Jack Be Nimble (Jack better be quick)
    It’s the Queen and the Princess (Jack ain’t spit)
    Like that news van *There they go again*
    (On NBC to) *Nickelodeon*
    Sophisticated bad girls (Ya’ll them mad girls)
    Ya’ll them birds everybody done had girls
    While dudes sendin’ me diamonds and pearl sweaters
    (They little brothers send me sneakers and love letters)
    Next to Bill Gates, I’m tryna be runner up
    Like the elevater shaft, baby girl is comin’ up
    (It’s the ill collaboration from the Brook to the Yonks)
    No more franks for this ma, now it’s lobster and conck
    To my kids in the hood, this one’s for you
    (Grown folks and grandmas can shake they bum bum too)
    So come on (Come on) Come on
    *Come on with it now, get up, get up
    Get up and get down with the get down*

    [Chorus]

    No Matter What They Say_Lil’Kim

    [Puff Daddy]
    Uh, yeah
    Queen Bee, 2000
    Come on

    [1] – No matter what people say
    We got it going on
    Who cares about what they think
    (Won’t you come and)
    We are the number one
    (Come and show me how you do that baby)
    No matter what people say
    We got it going on
    Who cares about what they think
    (Shake your body to the rhythm)
    We are the number one
    (If it drives you crazy)

    Everywhere I go red carpet
    Gave the keys to valet tell ’em to park it
    Then I jumps out the Azure, a Lil’ Kim aura
    Girls making faces like Ace Ventura
    And my B-A-D G-I-R-L-S is in the stretch LX
    Ain’t shit you can tell us
    Even got some of these niggas jealous
    But tonight ain’t about the fellas
    Bvlgari perfume from a mile ya smell us
    Model agencies say it’s easy to sell us
    We got sex appeal, I’mma keep it real
    If I didn’t have a deal I’d still be worth a mill’, uh
    Depending on how I feel I might go on a heist
    So at my wedding I can throw ice instead of throwing rice
    We fly like kites never gettin’ into fights
    I got a whole bunch of dikes on ninja bikes

    [Repeat 1]

    [Lil’ Kim]
    I’m just trying to be me
    Doing what I got to do
    So why y’all keep hating on me and my crew

    [Lil’ Caesar]
    Yo I’m saying Q.B.
    Look at them and look at you

    [Lil’ Kim]
    TRUE!
    If I was you I’d hate me too
    Louis Vuitton shoes and a whole lot of booze
    Every other week a different a dude and other crews
    I make offers nobody can refuse
    You might even see me on the channel nine news
    I get paid just for laying in the shade
    To take pictures with a glass of lemonade
    My rocks shine like it was dipped in Cascade
    (Uh-uh, Kim been fly since she was in the fifth grade)
    Wake up in the morning to breakfast from a maid
    Wanted me so bad you went and copped the bootleg
    Y’all niggas played like a high top fade
    Some of the shit I hear I don’t know how it got played
    Y’all rock Versace and y’all went out and bought it
    I rock Versace and y’all know I ain’t paid for it
    My fam deep with security in the jeep
    When the Queen come in town everything shut down

    [Repeat 1]

    [Puffy]
    Breakdown, uh
    Let’s dance come on
    Let’s dance come on
    I see you let’s go
    Yeah, Queen Bee, do it like this

    [Lil’ Kim]
    I’m the highest, your highest title, numero uno
    I’m not a Puerto Rican but I’m speakin so that ‘ju know
    [*Rakim* "This is how it should be done..
    cause this style, is indentical to none"]
    The hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie
    to the hip hip-hop a ya don’t stop
    to rock it to the bang-bang boogie
    to up jump the boogie
    to the boogie to the boogedy beat
    Now what you hear is not a fake
    It’s the real Lil’ Kim, Queen Bee (That’s right)
    Now I know y’all heard other females rap
    But they ain’t got nothin on me
    Cause, y’all take to my rap cause my rap’s the best
    A hundred and fifty thou, sixteen bars nothin less (Nothin less)
    So to y’all haters, I paid y’all no mind
    In fact I’ma give it to y’all one more time like..

    [Puffy]
    Uh yeah, what?
    Come on, bounce, what?

    [Repeat 1 fade out]

    How Many Licks_Lil’Kim

    [Sisqo]
    Hold up
    So what you’re saying is, oh
    (Niggaz got me pissed like Lil’ Kim)
    You want to get freaky again, aight
    A-ooh-ah-ooh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh

    [Lil’ Kim]
    I’ve been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces
    Ah hell I even fuck with different races
    A white dude – his name was John
    He had a Queen Bee Rules tattoo on his arm, uh
    He asked me if I’d be his date for the prom
    and he’d buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
    Dan my nigga from Down South
    Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth
    And Tony he was Italian (Uh-huh)
    And he didn’t give a fuck (Uh-huh)
    That’s what I liked about him
    He ate my pussy from dark till the mornin
    Called his girl up and told her we was bonin
    Puerto Rican papi, used to be a Deacon
    But now he be sucking me off on the weekend
    And this black dude I called King Kong
    He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue

    [Sisqo]
    So, how many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Cause I’ve got to know)
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Tell me)
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Oh, oh)
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

    [Lil’ Kim]
    This verse goes out to my niggaz in jail
    Beatin they dicks to the double-X-L; Magazine (uhh)
    You like how I look in the aqua green? Get your Vaseline
    Roll some weed with some tissue and close your eyes
    Then imagine your tongue in between my thighs
    [*Moans*] Baby.. ohh.. yes ohh!
    Jailer.. open up.. cell, block, eight
    [*sexual sounds*]
    Alright nigga, that’s enough
    Stop, look and listen; get back to your position
    Kim got your dick hard, startin fights in the yard
    Hotter than a Pop Tart fresh out of the toaster
    Niggaz do anything for a Lil’ Kim poster
    Eses, Bloods, Crips, all the thugs
    Up North in the hole, they all wanna know

    [Sisqo]
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Tell me, ha)
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Tell me, oh yeah)
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Oh, oh)
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

    [Lil’ Kim]
    If you drivin in the street, hold on to your seat
    Niggaz, grab your meat while I ride the beat
    And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
    (Shoom!) That’s me the Knight Rider
    Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
    Lunatics in the street – gotta keep the heat
    Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
    Sittin pretty baby with a Cash Money bling
    12 A.M. I’m on the way to club
    After three bottles I’ll be ready to fuck
    Some niggaz even put me on their grocery lists
    Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates
    Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors
    High-class taste niggaz got to spend paper
    Lick it right the first time or you gotta do it over
    Like it’s rehearsal for a Tootsie commercial

    [Sisqo]
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Tell me, ha)
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Tell me, oh yeah)
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Oh, oh)
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Tell me)
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Let me know, let me know)
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Oh, oh)
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Oh, oh yeah)
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Yeah)
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Oh, oh)
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Baby tell me)
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
    (Oh, oh, oh)
    How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?

    Big Momma Thang_Lil’Kim

    You got it goin’ on, wha wha
    Uh, wha wha
    You got it goin’ on, wha wha
    Uh, wha wha
    You got it goin’ on, wha wha
    Uh, wha wha
    You got it goin’ on, wha wha

    [Verse One: Lil’ Kim]

    I used to be scared of the dick
    Now I throw lips to the shit
    Handle it like a real bitch
    Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
    Take it in the butt, yah, yazz wha
    I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
    Bahamas in the spring, baby, it’s a Big Momma thing
    Can’t tell by the diamonds in my rings
    That’s how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
    And another one, and another one, and another one
    24 carots nigga
    That’s when I’m fuckin wit’ the average nigga
    Work the shaft, brothers be battin’ me, and oh
    Don’tcha like the way I roll
    And play wit’ my bushy
    Tell me what’s on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
    Is it marriage
    Baby carriage
    Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
    Got to keep ’em comin’ all the time

    [Chorus (Lil’ Cease, Lil’ Kim)]

    Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
    Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
    You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can’t be
    That’s why your mad at me

    Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
    Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
    You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can’t be
    That’s why your mad at me

    [Verse Two: Jay Z]

    How B.I.G. and ‘Un’ trust you in the studio with me
    Don’t they know I’m tryin’ to sex you continuosly
    Pull a high power Coup make, you jump ship
    Leave who you wit’, I’m with the Roc-A-Fella crew
    Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up
    Spread a ill Boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas
    Pushin backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits
    Rock Little Kim hats and shit
    I gets down and dirty for the doe
    I got love and Big know it
    He must got the studio bug
    Probably, as we speak he’s on his way up the street
    With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat
    But I ain’t tryin’ to beef, I’m just tryin to eat
    Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet
    And, no, my niggas, but I like the sound
    Lil’ Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures

    [Chorus]

    Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
    Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
    You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can’t be
    That’s why your mad at me

    Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
    Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
    You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can’t be
    That’s why your mad at me

    [Verse Three: Lil’ Kim]

    Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki’s
    Big scooped a young bitch off her knees
    Threw me at high priced Beam’s
    Face on tv’s, platinum CD’s
    Shit, I never faught
    Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up
    Stack the g’s up, keeps the knees up
    What the fuck, stay fillin, half a millin
    Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down
    Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one
    Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one
    Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin’ wit da Don
    Push the keys, G’s threes for pape’s
    Yeah, I ride crate state to state
    Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
    While you daydreamin’ wine, I’ll just keep gettin mine
    And I’m married to this
    Ya’ll strategy misses still plannin weddin’s
    M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit
    Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh

    [Chorus]

    [repeat x4:]
    Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
    Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
    You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can’t be
    That’s why your mad at me

    THERE DONE!!

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