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

Yo, my slang's out of this
Mix collaboration man, little man and his
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 could go run up on, for leathers
What drug? Faculties keys for G's
flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your head before you out
The morgue route, the want that
Let's get my locked all out
for better, that be my only vendetta
With life, feed seed right, he's breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, and tackable gats
get jacked, see ya then move black
Paradise trife, plush much ice
Getting nice, laying back, sleep all my
up!

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

all cars, calling 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, even your can't
Come on down, the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical Bank
Caught him at the red light on Putnam and Franklin
used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
Than your JFK sniper
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 release shots and premeditate to
And they jet back to the lab
And remain in Shaolin, an endangered island
shorties lose blood by the gallons

Crack patients, smokers
Vial carriers, tokers
buildings, brothers 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 kick rocking kid's back for
Starting gold wars, with Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, living
with visions, copywritten
Throwing to pigeons, Christ has risen
King Elegant, master, jack expensive noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time 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 niggas in Memphis
in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded nines
Life is Tarzan, swinging from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, mirrors don't need a press spirals
Aim at the white shadows big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, and Armarettas
Who fear none, crushing all vendettas, yo
They use guns while we angrily shot
You better keep your eye on the

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

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