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Rugged rhymsters, crooked
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
cocaine growers
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
on roofs, you know, three time felony brutes
Roll together, tropical trees puff,
Yo we go run up on, kids for leathers
What drug? Faculties keys for G's
Cream like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your head before you out
The route, the devil want that
get my niggas locked all out
Change for better, that be my only
With life, feed your seed right, breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and gats
get jacked, see ya then move black
Paradise trife, plush much ice
nice, laying back, sleep all my life
up!

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

all cars, calling all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, and dangerous, leaving mad scars on those
Who are found bound, gagged and when they blast the spot
Victims off like astronauts
Get with this, even your can't
on down, you're the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug all your Chemical Bank ends
Caught him at the red light on Putnam Avenue and
They to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
Than your average JFK
He just came from Spofford
Rolling like Kaufman, and that ass out like carpet
Stop the stuttering boy, save for the five-oh
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 island
Where shorties lose by the gallons

patients, dime smokers
Vial carriers, tokers
buildings, brothers building
Save the children, reports!

Yo, I grab the pen for and let loose, see
Like Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a
The hundred-dollar kick rocking back for more
Starting gold wars, with black and Velours
Jungle way of life, living
Packed with visions,
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, pull strings off in Palm
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap
The corner emperor - the golden play the benches
Rednecks be hanging big down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with nines
Life is like Tarzan, swinging from a vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't a press spirals
Aim at the shadows with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the headers, milk and Armarettas
Who none, crushing all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns while we angrily shot
You better keep your eye on the

Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
cocaine growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, trying me
Gun slingers, dead

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