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

Yo, my slang's out of world
Mix man, little man and his girl
Way of life got me thinking, plus I'm young
Youths on roofs, you know, three time brutes
Roll together, trees puff, whatever
Yo we could go run up on, for leathers
What Faculties bubble keys for G's
Cream flow like seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your head before you out
The morgue route, the devil that
get my niggas locked all out
Change for better, be my only vendetta
life, feed your seed right, he's breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, and tackable gats
Never get jacked, see ya then move
Paradise trife, with much ice
Getting nice, laying back, sleep all my
up!

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

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

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

Yo, I the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Muslims, standing on the block, rocking 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, Christ has
King Elegant, master, jack expensive noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time that brothers craps
The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull off in Palm Springs
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap
The corner emperor - the golden thieves play the
Rednecks be hanging big niggas in Memphis
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 none, crushing all personal vendettas, yo
use guns while we angrily shot arrows
You better keep eye on the sparrow

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

Investigative