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Rugged rhymsters, crooked
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
cocaine growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, dead

Yo, my out of this world
Mix man, little man and his girl
Way of life got me thinking, plus I'm analyzing
on roofs, you know, three time felony brutes
Roll together, tropical trees puff,
Yo we could go run up on, for leathers
drug? Faculties bubble keys for G's
Cream flow like seven seas, hit Guyanese
Word up, hold head before you fall out
The morgue route, the want that
Let's get my niggas all out
for better, that be my only vendetta
With life, feed your seed right, he's breathing indeed
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable
Never get jacked, see ya then move
Paradise trife, plush with ice
nice, laying back, sleep all my life
up!

Crack patients, smokers
Vial carriers, tokers
Burnt buildings, building
the children, investigative reports!

Calling all cars, calling all cars!
Psychos, armed and dangerous, leaving mad on those
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they the spot
Victims took off like
Get with this, even your can't
on down, you're the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical Bank
Caught him at the red light on Putnam and Franklin
They to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
Than your average JFK
He just came home Spofford
Rolling Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet
Stop the boy, save complaints for the five-oh
praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They release shots and to grab
And then they jet to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an island
Where shorties lose blood by the

Crack patients, dime
carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers
Save the children, reports!

Yo, I the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Like Muslims, standing on the block, a kufi
The hundred-dollar rocking kid's back for more
Starting gold wars, with black and Velours
Jungle way of life, living
Packed with visions,
Throwing bread to pigeons, Christ has
King Elegant, slang master, jack noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time that brothers craps
The blue Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm Springs
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring rap king
The corner emperor - the golden play the benches
Rednecks be hanging big niggas in Memphis
in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded nines
Life is Tarzan, swinging from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a spirals
Aim at the shadows with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, milk and
Who none, crushing all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns we angrily shot arrows
You better your eye on the sparrow

Rugged rhymsters, crooked
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
cocaine growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, dead

Investigative