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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 analyzing
Youths on roofs, you know, three felony brutes
Roll together, trees puff, whatever
Yo we could go run up on, kids for
What drug? bubble keys for G's
Cream flow like seven seas, hit Guyanese
up, hold your 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 move black
Paradise trife, plush much ice
nice, laying back, sleep all my life
up!

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

Calling all cars, calling all cars!
Psychos, armed and dangerous, mad scars on those
Who are bound, gagged and shot when they blast the spot
Victims off like astronauts
Get with this, even your best
Come on down, you're the contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical Bank
Caught him at the red light on Avenue and Franklin
They used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was
Than your JFK sniper
He came home from Spofford
like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet
Stop the stuttering boy, save for the five-oh
praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They shots and premeditate to grab
And they jet back to the lab
And then in Shaolin, an endangered island
Where lose blood by the gallons

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

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

Rugged rhymsters, crooked
droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low
cocaine growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, trying me
Gun slingers, dead

Investigative