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

Yo, my out of this world
Mix collaboration man, man and his girl
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, kids for
What Faculties bubble keys for G's
Cream flow like seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, your head before you fall out
The morgue route, the devil want
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, and tackable gats
Never get jacked, see ya move black
trife, plush with much ice
Getting nice, laying back, all my life
up!

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

Calling all cars, calling all cars!
Psychos, armed and dangerous, mad scars on those
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they blast the
Victims took off astronauts
Get with this, even your 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 and Franklin
used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
Than your average JFK
He just came home Spofford
Rolling like Kaufman, and laid ass out like carpet
Stop the stuttering boy, complaints for the five-oh
Then praise the God - POW!
They release shots and premeditate to
And they jet back to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered
shorties lose blood by the gallons

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

Yo, I grab the pen for and let loose, see
Like Muslims, on the block, rocking a kufi
The hundred-dollar rocking kid's back for more
gold wars, with black Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, living
Packed with visions,
Throwing bread to pigeons, has risen
King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive noodle
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 thieves play the benches
be hanging big niggas down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded
Life is like Tarzan, swinging from a thin
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a press
Aim at the white shadows with big
Of Moet-ers, the headers, milk and Armarettas
Who fear none, crushing all vendettas, yo
They use guns while we shot arrows
You better keep eye on the sparrow

rhymsters, crooked crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, ringers

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