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Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal cocaine
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, dead

Yo, my slang's out of world
Mix man, little man and his girl
Way of life got me thinking, I'm analyzing 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
Cream like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your before you fall out
The route, the devil want that
Let's get my niggas all out
Change for better, that be my vendetta
life, feed your seed right, he's breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and gats
get jacked, see ya then move black
Paradise trife, with much ice
Getting nice, laying back, all my life
up!

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

Calling all cars, all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, armed and dangerous, leaving mad on those
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they blast the
Victims took off like
Get with this, your best can't
on down, you're the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical ends
Caught him at the red light on Putnam Avenue and
They used to heat up the cipher with a shot was hyper
your average JFK sniper
He just home from Spofford
Rolling like Kaufman, and that ass out like carpet
Stop the stuttering boy, save for the five-oh
praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They release shots and premeditate to
And then they jet to the lab
And remain in Shaolin, an endangered island
shorties lose blood by the gallons

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

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

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

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