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

Yo, my out of this world
Mix collaboration man, man and his girl
Way of got me thinking, plus I'm analyzing young
on roofs, you know, three time felony brutes
Roll together, trees puff, whatever
Yo we could go run up on, for leathers
drug? Faculties bubble keys for G's
Cream flow like seas, hit chicks Guyanese
up, hold your head before you fall out
The morgue route, the devil that
get my niggas locked all out
Change for better, that be my only
With life, feed seed right, he's breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable
Never get jacked, see ya then move
Paradise trife, with 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, armed and dangerous, leaving mad scars on
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when blast the spot
Victims off like astronauts
Get with this, even your best
on down, you're the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your Bank ends
Caught him at the red light on Putnam and Franklin
They used to heat up the cipher a shot that was hyper
Than your JFK sniper
He just came from Spofford
like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet
Stop the stuttering boy, save complaints for the
Then the God - chk-a-chk POW!
release shots and premeditate to grab
And then they jet to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered
Where lose blood by the gallons

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

Yo, I the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Like Muslims, standing on the block, a kufi
The hundred-dollar kick rocking kid's back for
Starting wars, with black Reeboks and Velours
way of life, living villain
Packed visions, copywritten
Throwing bread to pigeons, has risen
Elegant, slang master, jack expensive noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time that shot craps
The baggy Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm Springs
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap
The corner - 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 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, milk and
Who fear none, crushing all vendettas, yo
They use guns we angrily shot arrows
You better your eye on the sparrow

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

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