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

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

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

Calling all cars, calling all cars!
Psychos, armed and dangerous, leaving mad on those
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they the spot
Victims took off like
Get this, even your best can't
Come on down, the next contestant!
Get your dug from all your Chemical Bank ends
Caught him at the red light on Avenue and Franklin
They used to heat up the with a shot that was hyper
Than your average JFK
He just home from Spofford
like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet
Stop the stuttering boy, complaints for the five-oh
praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They release and premeditate to grab
And then jet back to the lab
And remain in Shaolin, an endangered island
shorties lose blood by the gallons

Crack patients, smokers
Vial carriers, tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers
Save the children, reports!

Yo, I the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Like Muslims, on the block, rocking a kufi
The hundred-dollar kick rocking back for more
Starting gold wars, with black Reeboks and
Jungle way of life, living
with visions, copywritten
Throwing bread to pigeons, has risen
King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time brothers shot craps
The blue Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm Springs
I'm locked in the bing, ring labelled rap king
The corner emperor - the golden play the benches
Rednecks be hanging big niggas in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded
Life is Tarzan, swinging from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't a press spirals
Aim at the white shadows big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, milk and
Who fear none, all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns while we shot arrows
You keep your eye on the sparrow

Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
cocaine growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, ringers

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