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 We are the Greasers. We are the hoods. We are the ones with the broken goods. They are the Soc's They have the goods. They are the gold, and we are the hood. We're both east side and we all like to fight. The difference is if he swings a punch the fight begins. But if we swing a punch the hell begins. Cameron Melita
 * Greasers & Soc's **