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Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low
cocaine growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers 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
Youths on roofs, you know, three felony brutes
together, tropical trees puff, whatever
Yo we could go run up on, for leathers
What Faculties bubble keys for G's
flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your before you fall out
The route, the devil want that
get my niggas locked all out
Change for better, be my only vendetta
With life, feed your right, he's breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable
Never get jacked, see ya then move
trife, plush with much ice
Getting nice, back, sleep all my life
up!

Crack patients, dime
carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers
the children, investigative reports!

Calling all cars, 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, your best can't
Come on down, the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug all your Chemical 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 home from Spofford
like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet
Stop the stuttering boy, complaints for the five-oh
Then the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They shots and premeditate to grab
And then jet back to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered
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, standing on the block, rocking a
The hundred-dollar kick rocking kid's for more
Starting gold wars, with Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, living
Packed visions, copywritten
Throwing bread to pigeons, has risen
King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time that brothers craps
The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull strings off in Springs
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap
The corner emperor - the golden play the benches
Rednecks be big niggas down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye loaded nines
Life is like Tarzan, swinging a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a press
Aim at the white shadows 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 your eye on the sparrow

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

Investigative