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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 out of this world
Mix collaboration man, man and his girl
Way of life got me thinking, plus I'm young
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
Cream flow like seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your head you fall out
The morgue route, the devil that
Let's get my locked all out
Change for better, be my only vendetta
life, feed your seed right, he's breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and gats
Never get jacked, see ya then move
Paradise trife, plush with ice
Getting nice, laying back, sleep all my
up!

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

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

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

Yo, I grab the pen for and let loose, see
Like Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a
The hundred-dollar kick rocking kid's for more
gold wars, with black Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, villain
with visions, copywritten
Throwing to pigeons, Christ has risen
King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time that brothers craps
The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull 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 in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with nines
is like Tarzan, swinging from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then don't need a press spirals
Aim at the shadows with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, and Armarettas
Who fear none, all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns while we shot arrows
You better keep your eye on the

rhymsters, crooked crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal cocaine
Starvation,
Anxiety, trying me
Gun slingers, ringers

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