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

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

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

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

Crack patients, smokers
Vial carriers, mocha
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 kick rocking kid's back for
Starting gold wars, with Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, villain
Packed visions, copywritten
bread to pigeons, Christ has risen
King Elegant, slang master, jack noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old time that brothers shot craps
The baggy Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm Springs
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky labelled rap king
The corner emperor - the golden thieves play the
Rednecks be big niggas down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with nines
Life is like Tarzan, swinging from a thin
Shatter dreams, then don't need a press spirals
Aim at the white with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, and Armarettas
Who fear none, crushing all vendettas, yo
They use while we angrily shot arrows
You better your eye on the sparrow

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

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