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

Yo, my out of this world
Mix collaboration man, man and his girl
Way of life got me thinking, plus I'm young
Youths on roofs, you know, three time brutes
Roll together, tropical trees puff,
Yo we go run up on, kids for leathers
What drug? Faculties bubble for G's
Cream flow seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your before you fall out
The route, the devil want that
Let's get my locked all out
Change for better, that be my vendetta
With life, feed your seed right, breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, and tackable gats
get jacked, see ya then move black
Paradise trife, with much ice
Getting nice, laying back, all my life
up!

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

Calling all cars, all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, and dangerous, leaving mad scars on those
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they blast the
Victims took off like
Get with this, even your best
on down, you're the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical ends
him at the red light on Putnam Avenue and Franklin
They used to heat up the with a shot that was hyper
Than average JFK sniper
He just came from Spofford
Rolling Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet
Stop the boy, save complaints for the five-oh
Then praise the God - 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, tokers
buildings, brothers building
Save the children, reports!

Yo, I grab the pen for and let loose, see
Like Muslims, on the block, rocking a kufi
The kick rocking kid's back for more
Starting gold wars, with black and Velours
way of life, living villain
Packed visions, copywritten
Throwing bread to pigeons, has risen
King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive noodle
In sixty-nine, old timers time that brothers shot
The baggy Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm Springs
I'm in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap king
The corner - the golden thieves play the benches
be hanging big niggas down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the eye with loaded nines
Life is like Tarzan, from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a press
Aim at the shadows with 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

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

Investigative