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

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

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

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

patients, dime smokers
Vial carriers, tokers
Burnt buildings, building
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 kid's for more
Starting gold wars, with Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, villain
with visions, copywritten
Throwing bread to pigeons, has risen
King Elegant, slang master, jack noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old time that brothers shot craps
The baggy blue Guess jeans, strings off in Palm Springs
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring rap king
The emperor - the golden thieves play the benches
Rednecks be hanging big niggas down in
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with nines
Life is like Tarzan, swinging a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't a press spirals
Aim at the shadows with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, and Armarettas
Who fear none, crushing all vendettas, yo
They use guns while we angrily arrows
You better keep your eye on the

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

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