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Rugged rhymsters, crooked
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal cocaine
Starvation,
Anxiety, trying me
Gun slingers, dead

Yo, my slang's out of this
Mix man, little man and his girl
Way of life got me thinking, plus I'm analyzing
Youths on roofs, you know, time felony brutes
together, tropical trees puff, whatever
Yo we could go run up on, for leathers
What drug? Faculties keys for G's
Cream flow like seven seas, hit Guyanese
Word up, hold your before you fall out
The morgue route, the devil want
Let's get my locked all out
Change for better, that be my vendetta
With life, feed your seed right, he's indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, and tackable gats
Never get jacked, see ya move black
Paradise trife, plush with ice
Getting nice, back, sleep all my life
up!

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

all cars, calling all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, armed and dangerous, mad scars on those
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when blast the spot
Victims took off like
Get with this, even your best
Come on down, you're the contestant!
Get your dug from all your Chemical Bank ends
him at the red light on Putnam Avenue and Franklin
They used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was
Than your JFK sniper
He came home from Spofford
Rolling like Kaufman, and laid ass out like carpet
Stop the stuttering boy, save complaints for the
praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They release shots and premeditate to
And then jet back to the lab
And remain in Shaolin, an endangered island
Where shorties lose by the gallons

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

Yo, I grab the pen for and let loose, see
Like Muslims, standing on the block, a kufi
The hundred-dollar kick rocking kid's back for
gold wars, with black Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, living
with visions, copywritten
Throwing bread to pigeons, Christ has
Elegant, slang master, jack expensive noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time that brothers shot
The baggy blue Guess jeans, strings off in Palm Springs
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring rap king
The corner emperor - the golden thieves play the
Rednecks be hanging big niggas down in
in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded nines
Life is like Tarzan, from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then don't need a press spirals
Aim at the white with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, and Armarettas
Who none, crushing all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns while we angrily arrows
You keep your eye on the sparrow

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

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