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Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, trying me
Gun slingers, ringers

Yo, my out of this world
Mix collaboration man, little man and his
Way of life got me thinking, plus I'm analyzing
Youths on roofs, you know, time felony brutes
together, tropical trees puff, whatever
Yo we could go run up on, for leathers
What Faculties bubble keys for G's
flow like seven seas, hit chicks 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
With life, your seed right, he's breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, and tackable gats
Never get jacked, see ya then black
Paradise trife, plush much ice
Getting nice, laying back, all my life
up!

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

Calling all cars, all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, armed and dangerous, leaving mad on those
Who are bound, gagged and shot when they blast the spot
took off like astronauts
Get this, even your best can't
Come on down, you're the contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical Bank
Caught him at the red on Putnam Avenue and Franklin
used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
Than your JFK sniper
He just came home from
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 blood by the gallons

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

Yo, I grab the pen for and let loose, see
Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a kufi
The hundred-dollar rocking kid's back for more
Starting gold wars, with Reeboks and Velours
way of life, living villain
Packed visions, copywritten
Throwing bread to pigeons, has risen
King Elegant, master, jack expensive noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old timers that brothers shot craps
The baggy blue Guess jeans, strings off in Palm Springs
I'm in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap king
The emperor - the golden thieves play the benches
Rednecks be hanging big down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the eye with loaded nines
Life is like Tarzan, swinging from a vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a spirals
Aim at the white shadows 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 keep eye on the sparrow

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

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