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Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low
cocaine growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, ringers

Yo, my slang's out of world
Mix man, little man and his girl
Way of life got me thinking, I'm analyzing young
Youths on roofs, you know, three time brutes
Roll together, tropical puff, whatever
Yo we could go run up on, for leathers
What drug? bubble keys for G's
Cream flow like seven seas, hit chicks
Word up, hold your head before you out
The morgue route, the devil that
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
get jacked, see ya then move black
Paradise trife, with much ice
Getting nice, back, sleep all my life
up!

Crack patients, smokers
Vial carriers, mocha
buildings, brothers building
Save the children, reports!

Calling all cars, all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, and dangerous, leaving mad scars on those
Who are found bound, gagged and shot they blast the spot
Victims off like astronauts
Get with this, your best can't
on down, you're the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your Bank ends
him at the red light on Putnam Avenue and Franklin
They used to heat up the cipher a shot that was hyper
your average JFK sniper
He just home from Spofford
Rolling like Kaufman, and that ass out like carpet
Stop the stuttering boy, save complaints for the
Then the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They shots and premeditate to grab
And then they jet to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered
Where shorties blood by the gallons

patients, dime smokers
Vial carriers, mocha
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 kid's for more
Starting gold wars, with Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, living
Packed visions, copywritten
Throwing to pigeons, Christ 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 emperor - the thieves play the benches
Rednecks be big niggas down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with nines
Life is like Tarzan, from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then don't need a press spirals
Aim at the white shadows with big
Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, and Armarettas
Who fear none, all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns while we angrily shot
You better keep your eye on the

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

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