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

Yo, my slang's out of this
Mix man, little man and his girl
Way of life got me thinking, plus I'm young
Youths on roofs, you know, three felony brutes
Roll together, trees puff, whatever
Yo we go run up on, kids for leathers
What drug? Faculties bubble for G's
Cream flow like seven seas, hit Guyanese
Word up, hold head before you fall out
The morgue route, the devil want
get my niggas locked all out
Change for better, that be my vendetta
life, feed your seed right, he's breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and gats
get jacked, see ya then move black
Paradise trife, plush much ice
Getting nice, back, sleep all my life
up!

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

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

Crack patients, smokers
Vial carriers, mocha
Burnt buildings, brothers
the children, investigative reports!

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

Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, dead

Investigative