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Shang Tsung

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a man jumped out of the back of a tall building, then he pointed a gun at me. He pulled the trigger, but the kickback caused it to just shoot through the side of my skull. Someone in the building came out, causing the man to leave after snatching my wallet. The older woman came out and called 911. I was rushed to the hospital, and waited there for a few hours. My mom was called, and she came in by my bed. I told her the story, and my mom got scared, and said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suit case and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walk-man on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

"First class, yo this is bad!", drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? Hmmmm...this might be alright. But, wait, I hear they're prissy, wine and all that. "Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?" I don't think so, I'll see when I get there. I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air.

Well, the plane landed and when I came out, there was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested, I just got here! I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom; I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

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